The infirmary door clicked shut behind them, a soft, final sound, like the closing of a secret compartment. Bobae sat on the edge of the exam table, wrapped in Jun‑pyo's navy blazer, the silk lining still warm from his body.
Outside, sun shined against the window like impatient king, but inside, the only sound was the faint hum of the fluorescent light overhead and the slow, uneven rhythm of her own breathing.
She stared at him for a long time.
Then she finally spoke, her voice was quiet, almost swallowed by the silence.
"Why did you do that?"
He didn't answer right away. He stood by the window, arms crossed loosely over his chest, staring out at the sunny courtyard where students hurried past, holding umbrellas against the sun. His posture was relaxed — almost lazy — but the tension in his shoulders gave him away.
"Because I hate seeing you hurt," he said, his voice low and even, as if stating a simple fact.
Bobae shifted on the table, wincing as the movement pulled at the bruises on her ribs. "You didn't have to," she whispered.
"No," he admitted, turning to face her at last. I wanted to."
His eyes met hers — dark, steady, impossible to read. The bruise on her cheek had deepened to a plum‑colored shadow, but it didn't hide the fire in her gaze. She wasn't broken. She was furious. I'm a maid u can't do this, Im in a mess already, I dont want another one in my life and also I belong to your brother he's the one that can decide my future, there's nothing you can do about it that's my destiny .. as you can see even being friends with Minho is causing me trouble already, I don't want to dragged you into the world I'm living in please just stay away from me please... She begged in the midst of tears.
"You're not a maid," he said, voice barely above a murmur. "You're not a pawn. And you're not anyone's property, you are just you, you're… _her_."
Bobae blinked. "Who?"
"The girl who still breathed after they tried to choke the life out of her."
He took a step toward her — slow, deliberate — then another, until the hem of his T shirt brushed the edge of her knee. She could feel the heat of his body, smell the faint cedar of his cologne, see the pulse beating steady at his throat.
"And I'm not a prince. I'm not a savior. I'm just… someone who can't stand to watch you bleed."
She opened her mouth — to argue, to protest, to ask _why?_ but he didn't give her time.
His thumb brushed the cut on her lip — gentle, almost reverent — then slid to her chin, tilting her face upward. His gaze dropped to her mouth, lingered there, then rose to meet her eyes again.
"You asked why."
He leaned in.
Not fast. Not dramatic. Just… inevitable.
His lips touched her forehead — soft, warm, lingering — then drifted lower — the bridge of her nose, the corner of her eye, the curve of her cheekbone — until finally, finally, he pressed his mouth to hers.
A whisper of heat, a sigh of surrender. His hand cupped the back of her neck — not possessive, not demanding — just _there_. Holding her steady while the world spun. She didn't pull away. She didn't lean in. She just… existed for the first time in weeks — without fear.
When he pulled back, his eyes were darker than before.
"Now do you understand?"
Bobae's fingers trembled as she reached up — not to push him away, but to touch the collar of his shirt.
"You… you're supposed to be the enemy."
me? Why should I be your enemy
"I'm the heir of Jejjuk Holdings." He smirked "And you're the girl who made me forget why I came back.
Really? She asked in a funny way and smiled
The door creaked open — a nurse came in, startled.
"Uh… sorry. I forgot to ask , do you need—"
Jun‑pyo didn't look away from Bobae.
"We're fine."
The nurse vanished. The door clicked shut again.
Bobae exhaled — a shaky laugh bubbling up.
"This is insane."
"Yeah." He grinned. "But you like it."
She rolled her eyes. And chuckled. I don't like I just don't have a choice 🙄.
Are you sure? Before she could say anything junpyo pressed his lips to hers again this time so slow and romantic.
He travelled from her lips to her neck, one of his hands cupping her breast and the other between her thighs, as she was moaning he slid his finger into her wet flowers and she moaned out loud. Junpyo please she begged. What do you want he asked, busy with his job, increasing the pace and rhythm which made bobae open her mouth (ugh) junpyo please I need you..... She lamented.
What do you need me for? He asked. I..... I... I need you inside me. She said. (Junpyo froze)
Bobae pov:
Do you really want it? he asked me, I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want you to regret. I won't regret it this is what I want.. I argued
He slowly caressed my thighs and his hand journeyed upwards till his fingers found a resting place for their magic.
after a few seconds, I began to grind against them and even found myself spreading my thighs further apart for him. My hips found the luxury of balance in his hands. Although I quivered and moaned, he didn't break rhythm. He knew the exact rubbing pressure to exert against my clitoris; a little fast but not too much to prevent me from climaxing.
"Put me on the bed," I pleaded, and he did, only not the way I intended. He made me kneel on the bed with my feet hanging off in such a way that my buttocks stuck out to his groin. Holding my skirt up to my waist, I heard his belt unbuckle. I bent lower, yearning for him to quench the thirst he had awakened. As he pinned himself closer, I felt his manhood nudging at my entrance. I exhaled and my body opened to receive him. At first, he was slow but once fully inside, his thrusts were so powerfully vicious that I froze almost immediately at its strength. As I relaxed, he began to plough me, faster and deeper. I could feel every hardened bit of him as he continued to wreck me, surprising me with the flexibility of his waist. Our moans and groans filled the room
With each thrust, I could feel his power. Sweat dripped off us. My vagina flooded. junpyo was working me the way a blacksmith handled hot iron. I can't deny, I love the way he handled me.
since the day he arrived I already had crush on him but I can't say it. but now it's happening.