Just Twilight-Chapter 62

"I only saw him for a moment, but Na Seungwoon’s eyes didn’t look... normal either—"

Beomjin abruptly cut himself off, his gaze dropping to her wrist. His eyes darkened as he noticed both wrists were swollen and bruised.

Though his face was partially obscured, his lowered eyes alone were enough for her to guess what he was thinking.

"Did Na Seungwoon do this?"

His voice was lower than usual, oddly calm, which only made it more unsettling. The air around them seemed to constrict, pressing in on her. Clearing her throat, she shrugged her shoulders.

"My wrists swell easily."

"Are you making excuses for him?"

"What? So what are you going to do? Bury him somewhere? One trip to the detention center was enough for me."

She poked his cheek with her finger, pouting as she grumbled.

"If I need help, I'll let you know. Just don’t pretend you didn’t hear me when the time comes."

Beomjin lowered his gaze in silence. Na Seungwoon’s face flashed through his mind. He carefully examined Junyoung’s wrists again before speaking evenly.

"Wouldn't it be better to move out of your place?"

"I'm leaving for Busan soon anyway. There's still work left to finish. I’ll be coming to Seoul from time to time, but my schedule will be irregular. Oh, by the way, am I going with Samdu? My bag—"

"It's in my car. I'll send Samdu with you. But tonight, I’ll take you myself."

"To Busan? You don’t have to. The train is more convenient."

"Then we’ll take the train together."

The way he answered without hesitation made Junyoung’s lips curve slightly. His deep voice followed.

"And when you come back to Seoul, stay at my place. It won’t be far from your office."

Junyoung, who had been absently looking at their overlapping hands, raised her eyebrows. She blinked at his unreadable expression, then parted her lips before letting out a short laugh.

"Live together? Hey, Kwon Beomjin. Sure, I said we should date, but don’t you think you’re moving a little too fast?"

"I'm not joking."

His firm response made the teasing in Junyoung’s eyes fade. Beomjin held her gaze steadily.

"You can probably guess what kind of business I have with Hong Mihyang. And with Na Seungwoon around, they’ve likely figured out what you mean to me. They might try to use you in some way. Until this is completely over, staying at my place is the safest option."

It was a reasonable argument. Junyoung was about to nod when her lips twisted into a mischievous smirk.

"So you're planning to use me as a spy?"

Repeating something he’d once said to her, she watched as his brows twitched slightly before he let out a quiet scoff.

"You wouldn’t make a good spy."

"Why not? I’ve already proven I’m smart. I’m great at lying. And I know Han Kyung’s inner workings like the back of my hand. Oh, but just to be clear, that doesn’t mean I’d help you. That’s a separate issue."

"I can’t use you like that."

Junyoung had been tossing words out carelessly, but his calm response made her stop.

Beomjin’s sharp gaze was fixed directly on her.

Looking into his deep, dark eyes, her heart clenched. His unwavering stare felt like it was reaching into the deepest parts of her.

Feeling strangely awkward, Junyoung shifted her feet and averted her gaze.

"Fine. I’ll stay. Just don’t ask me to share a bed."

"Why not?"

"...What?"

Junyoung’s mouth fell open slightly. Beomjin slowly straightened his posture, inhaling deeply.

"You’re the one who pulled me back when I was trying to keep my distance."

His sharp features moved closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming. Junyoung instinctively held her breath. His lips curved into a smooth, slanted smile.

"You’re not thinking of backing out now, are you, Yoon Junyoung?"

"You... No, I just— I thought you weren’t interested in that sort of thing..."

"You really don’t understand what kind of creature a man is, do you?"

Beomjin’s eyes glimmered faintly as he reached out. Junyoung shivered as his fingers lightly brushed through her loose hair.

"Even just seeing your damp hair makes my blood rush."

His low voice sent a tingling sensation over her skin. His hand moved downward, lightly covering the back of hers.

"And if I touch you, it’s even worse."

She had always known his body ran warm, but now, his touch felt scalding.

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Forgetting to breathe, Junyoung stared at him. Lowering his gaze, he murmured under his breath.

"Recklessly hugging me like before? That’s torture."

The air around them felt fragile, like a thin glass wall. A single movement might shatter it completely.

This kind of tension was unfamiliar to Junyoung.

A tension thick with something unmistakably physical.

The pressure radiating from Beomjin made her chest tighten, her breath hitching. If she let her guard down for even a moment, she felt like he would swallow her whole.

Shrinking back slightly, she parted her lips.

"Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're too close."

Beomjin’s eyebrow arched.

"Says the one who kissed me first."

"That was…!"

Junyoung’s eyes flared in protest, but she froze mid-sentence. Beomjin suddenly tilted his head, closing the distance between them in an instant.

His lips, warm yet firm, pressed against hers.

Caught off guard, she gasped softly, and in that moment, he deepened the kiss. His fingers brushed lightly over her cheek before settling at the nape of her neck, holding her in place so she wouldn’t pull away. As her lips parted naturally, his tongue slipped through, smoothly intertwining with hers.

Their breaths mixed, wet and heated, between each lingering press and retreat. The overwhelming sensation made her shudder, her shoulders trembling slightly.

When Beomjin finally released her lips, he gazed at her in silence. Seeing her face flushed, her wide eyes staring up at him, his neatly shaped lips curled in satisfaction.

"You were right."

"About what?"

Her lips felt strangely dry despite being damp from the kiss. Feeling awkward, she repeated the question. Beomjin answered without hesitation.

"I used to wonder. If one day, without looking for you on purpose, I happened to run into you by complete chance…"

Junyoung, listening closely, slowly lifted her gaze. Beomjin’s dark eyes were unwavering, locked onto hers.

"Maybe that would mean I was supposed to hold on to you, no matter what."

He carefully tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. Every place his fingers brushed felt like a spark had ignited. Her mind swayed, as if she were on the verge of something ungraspable. Beomjin spoke in a low voice.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone that day, Yoon Junyoung."

Her heart felt like it had stopped.

In an instant, she was back there. That day. Waking up alone in that dark, empty warehouse after waiting for him.

It was exactly what she had told Seungwoon just earlier. And the very same words she had first heard from him two years ago. But no matter when or where she had heard them, it had never hit her this hard before.

Everything she had buried for so long suddenly broke free, flooding through her all at once.

A breath escaped her, something between a gasp and a sob.

Beomjin’s hand traced the side of her face slowly.

A hand she could trust. A hand she had missed more than she could ever admit.

"I’d rather regret nothing and give you everything I have."

His whisper made her laugh despite the tears welling in her eyes.

"You better, you bastard."

As soon as she reached for him, he pulled her into a crushing embrace, his lips finding hers again.

This time, it wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentlemanly.

Their noses bumped, their lips pressed so hard together it hurt, but Junyoung clung to him, her fingers gripping the back of his neck. It felt like everything they had held back was finally being laid bare and returned in full.

Before she even realized it, her feet were off the ground. Reflexively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on.

She barely had time to catch her breath before Beomjin’s lips trailed down, pressing against the curve of her chest. The brush of his nose sent an electric shiver rushing down her spine, pooling deep in her stomach.

"Where’s the bedroom?"

"Over there."

She jerked her chin toward it. Without hesitation, Beomjin strode forward.

Junyoung landed lightly on the bed, watching him as he stripped off his shirt, his frame shifting above her.

Her own breathing was already unsteady, impossible to hide.

Beomjin, hands braced on either side of her, lifted a hand and traced her face slowly. His fingertips brushed over her forehead, along her brow, down her cheek—his palm cradling her face with a warmth that felt almost reverent.

Junyoung grasped his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm.

Beomjin let out a low, suppressed groan before his lips latched onto the side of her neck.

"Ah…"

Every time his mouth dragged over her skin, her body reacted instinctively.

The slow-building heat made it impossible to stay still.

Junyoung twisted slightly, her breath catching.

Beomjin’s hand had slipped under her sweater, fingertips pressing into her breast, kneading her through her bra.

The only light filtering in was from the living room through the open door. But even in the dimness, Beomjin’s eyes burned brightly.

"Ah… ngh…"

His hand slid lower, unclasping her bra with ease. His fingers brushed over her, grazing the most sensitive spot, and her lips parted in a silent gasp.

As he kissed down her throat, his lips moved lower and lower.

Her arms lifted as he pulled her sweater over her head. Every second of fabric leaving her skin was filled with shivers.

And then she was bare.

Completely exposed.

Beomjin stilled, simply looking down at her.

Feeling suddenly self-conscious under his unwavering gaze, she curled her shoulders in slightly.

"W-what are you staring at?"

Beomjin traced his eyes along her, slowly, as if committing every detail to memory. Then, as if in a daze, he murmured,

"You're beautiful."

It wasn’t a compliment.

It wasn’t admiration.

It was something deeper, something raw and overwhelming.

Despite herself, she felt the same.

Junyoung tugged on his arm, pulling him closer.

"Just hold me already."

"…You really need to shut that mouth of yours…"

"I’m saying it for your sake. Are you good like this?"