Just Twilight-Chapter 63

Her heart pounded as if it would burst, but she wasn’t afraid. The only thought in her mind was wanting to be even closer to Beomjin, without any gaps between them. She liked this warmth, this scent, this weight pressing down on her.

When his hands gripped her thighs, Junyoung gasped for breath and met his eyes. The moment her lips parted at the sight of his gaze, burning with intense heat, he pushed deep inside her.

“Hhngh!”

Junyoung let out a moan at the sensation of being filled. Her entire body clenched tight, though she had already opened up enough for him. Beomjin was inside her, stretching her completely.

“Are you okay?”

A gentle hand smoothed over her waist, loosening her tension. Junyoung barely managed to open her eyes. A bead of sweat dripped from Beomjin’s chin and landed on her skin.

The concern on his face overlapped with the image of the boy she had once known. Holding her breath, her brows furrowed, she finally exhaled a trembling sigh.

“When we first met at that house… do you remember what you said to me?”

As she shifted her hips slightly, she felt him twitch inside her. Smirking at the sensation, Junyoung dug her nails into the taut muscles of his shoulders.

“I asked what you were doing there, and you said… ‘jerking off.’”

“…Yoon Junyoung.”

Beomjin called her name through clenched teeth, as if he had expected where this conversation was going. His chest rose and fell deeply.

“I thought you were insane back then.”

Taking a deep breath, Junyoung pulled his sweat-dampened body closer and murmured.

“But I didn’t know it would feel this good.”

“You.”

His warning was sharp, but the composure in his eyes vanished. He crushed her lips with his, thrusting into her all the way.

“Haa—!”

“You really have a knack for driving people insane.”

Beomjin gritted out the words between heavy breaths. Holding her open to the limit, he began moving, filling her over and over. With each snap of his hips, unfamiliar sounds spilled into the air.

Every place he touched sent tingling sensations racing through her body. The pleasure, which had been simmering warmly, suddenly flared like a wildfire.

As her body shuddered, unable to endure it, his voice dropped low against her ear, licking along her senses.

“You know, Yoon Junyoung…”

“W-What?”

A strange, ominous feeling made her exhale a shaky breath. Beomjin’s lips curled into a long, lazy smile as he whispered.

“You’re dead now.”

“What do you— Ah, hngh!”

A sound left her lips, one she barely recognized as her own. Every time her body was rocked by his movements, her mind turned hazy. She felt like she was plummeting into something vast and endless, barely holding onto reality. Desperately, she clung to Beomjin’s body.

And just as if he had been waiting for that, his pace grew even more relentless.

***

“All done.”

She could tell from the smell alone. But she couldn’t get up. Lying facedown on the bed, Junyoung could barely move a finger. When there was no response, Beomjin approached the wide-open door.

He had only thrown on his pants, yet he looked completely at ease. His broad shoulders and lean body were on full display, as if showing off. Grinding her teeth, Junyoung glared at him.

“If I could go back, I’d tell my naive eighteen-year-old self one thing.”

“That’s strange.”

Beomjin raised an eyebrow as he stepped toward the bed.

“The Yoon Junyoung I remember was never naive.”

“Don’t come near me. Get lost. How do you even have the audacity to climb up here?”

Junyoung flicked her hand as if shooing away a fly when she saw him press a knee onto the bed. Letting out a low chuckle, Beomjin caught her fingers and kissed them lightly.

“You said you were hungry. Eat your ramen before it gets soggy.”

“My body isn’t listening to me, thanks to someone who had his way with it.”

“And who was it that climbed on top of me at the end—?”

“My clothes! Give me my clothes!”

With a sharp kick, Junyoung sent him stumbling back. Laughing, Beomjin grabbed the sweater lying on the floor. Sitting on the bed, he pulled the covers up around her as she struggled to sit up, then dropped the sweater over her head. She exhaled a long breath as she pushed her arms through the sleeves.

“Want me to carry you over?”

“I’m good. You don’t get to act all considerate after nearly killing me.”

She grumbled, but even so, she didn’t push him away when he naturally wrapped an arm around her waist. Leaning half against him, she made her way to the kitchen and sank into a chair.

Steam was rising from the bowl of ramen on the table. The sight of the rich broth triggered a sharp hunger pang in her stomach.

Taking the chopsticks Beomjin handed her, Junyoung stuffed a mouthful of noodles into her mouth. She tried not to smile, but the corners of her lips curled up on their own. Sitting across from her, Beomjin glanced at her sideways.

“What’s so funny?”

“It’s just funny that it still tastes good.”

Ramen always tasted the same, but for some reason, the ones Beomjin made were different. Maybe it was because, as a child, it was the flavor she had eaten the most in the shortest period of time.

As she stared at the spicy, savory broth, her eyebrow twitched upward.

“You didn’t add an egg.”

“I don’t put one in anymore.”

Beomjin answered casually. Junyoung blinked a few times before speaking.

“…I do now.”

Beomjin paused as he moved the noodles. He looked at her in silence, and Junyoung slurped up another bite. For some reason, she felt like laughing again.

“What time is it?”

At her question, Beomjin glanced at the clock on the living room wall.

“It’s past eleven.”

“I don’t think I can go today. I’ll probably take the first train in the morning.”

“Alright, then.”

Nodding easily, Beomjin took another bite, shoveling down half the ramen in one go. Junyoung scoffed. Sipping her broth, she slipped in a question.

“You’re staying too, right?”

“I was thinking of heading home.”

“What? Why? You said you’d come with me to Busan.”

“That’s exactly why. I figured I should check out where I live before heading down, but if you’re too tired, I’ll just do it another time.”

“Oh, I thought—”

Junyoung, who had been wide-eyed at his casual response, nodded. Beomjin glanced at her.

“What? You thought I’d leave you behind?”

“If you were in your right mind, you wouldn’t.”

Junyoung scrunched her nose, laughing. Watching her pick at her food, Beomjin smirked with his eyes. Since they were both starving, the ramen disappeared in an instant. As he rinsed the dishes in the sink, he asked,

“What about Jung Mansu?”

“Hmm, I’m still working on convincing the police. Jung Mansu is pretty much wrapped up.”

Lounging on the couch and rubbing her stomach, Junyoung replied. Beomjin looked over his shoulder.

“What’s wrapped up?”

“Someone’s going to testify that he was pushed. That’s just the start.”

Beomjin’s lips curled at the corner. Smart as ever, Yoon Junyoung.

“You haven’t gotten another water shower, have you?”

“If it were just water, that’d be nice.”

“What?”

Still scrubbing the sponge over the dishes, Beomjin frowned. Junyoung grinned, baring her teeth.

“It was a shower of tears this time. Guess my detailed explanation of all the dangers that could befall them if they kept lying was a little too realistic. Might as well say I gave them a glimpse into the future.”

Beomjin let out a dry laugh, shaking his head as he continued soaping up the dishes. Watching him from the couch, Junyoung slowly got up and crept toward him.

He suddenly stopped, feeling arms wrap around him from behind. Junyoung’s cheek was pressed against his back as she embraced him around the waist.

“If it turns into a criminal case, there won’t be much left for me to do. I might end up back in Seoul sooner than I thought. Will that be okay?”

“What do you mean?”

His low voice rumbled through his chest. Junyoung mumbled against his back.

“I mean, won’t it be inconvenient? You told me to come home, but now I’m wondering if you’ll regret it. I’ll give you a chance to back out. Say it now.”

Beomjin exhaled sharply and shut off the water.

“You’re not thinking of running, are you?”

“Me?”

“Why? Now that you’ve had a taste, it wasn’t good?”

As he turned, Junyoung was staring blankly at him with her mouth slightly open. Beomjin tapped her nose with a wet finger and said,

“You didn’t look like you hated it.”

“Hey!”

Flustered, Junyoung shouted, and Beomjin laughed, pulling her lightly by the waist. She narrowed her eyes as his hand brushed down her back and lingered over her hip.

“What’s this?”

“You’re not running away. And I’m not giving you a chance to back out. Didn’t I tell you before?”

As he slowly pulled her in, their lower bodies fully pressed together. His voice dropped.

“Clinging to me like this without thinking—it’s torture.”

It hadn’t been that long, yet his body was already heating up again, growing firm against her. Just that was enough to set her heart racing.

Junyoung darted her eyes around before clearing her throat and poking a finger into his smooth waist.

“Torture is only torture when you have to endure it.”

At her unexpected words, Beomjin’s narrowed eyes blinked once. Junyoung tilted her head and spoke playfully.

“We’ve got plenty of time before the first train.”

Her lips curled into a mischievous grin. Beomjin’s jaw tensed. "You really—" he muttered under his breath before lifting her up in one swift motion.

Junyoung let out a small laugh, wrapping her arms around his strong neck and pressing a kiss to his forehead. It didn’t take long for her soft laughter to turn into breathless moans.