Gashiyeon - Chapter 2 [Part 1]
It was a house that didn’t suit him at all. The antique design of the building went against the urban and modern feeling that I’d always associated with Yunho. The dark mahogany furniture that greeted me the moment I stepped through the door grated on my nerves; I had the overwhelming feeling of being out of place. It reminded me a little too much of being back home and already, I felt myself developing a hatred for the place. It was an overly luxurious and grand home for a young couple of not even thirty.
For someone having grown up in a wealthy family, Yunho was a person who was not particularly fond of an overtly lavish lifestyle. He was someone who lived with the most style and flair possible within the boundaries he set for himself. I, on the other hand, was terrible with money- something he had often scolded me for. Even the distinct scent that came wafting out from interior of the house was not one that Yunho would have liked. Everything about the place seemed suited only to her taste.
Just then, I caught the sight of her standing uncomfortably at the end of the hallway that led into the living room. It seemed that there had been a reason it was so hard to catch a glimpse of her around the house- her stomach was noticeably swollen. Yunho has a wedding band around his finger and his wife is pregnant, eh? The amused chuckle that escaped me at the whole situation, was the only reason I was able to greet her with a smile. Yunho introduced me as a distant relative from overseas. He even filled in the explanation with lame excuses such the fact that being the same age, we had gone to both high school and university together. Despite being true, the only thing his words really sounded like to me were the excuses of a man who had brought his ex home to his wife. Because of that…honestly, I was a bit hurt.
“He’s just going to be staying with us for the next few days.”
“Hello.”
She introduced herself as Lee Suh-hee. Her gentle face was framed by thick waves that just happened to be the same bright blond hue as I had gotten my hair. Her eyes sparkled with life and her long, flowing tresses seemed silky enough that I found myself wanting to run my fingers through them. She stood, supporting her swollen stomach with her delicate arms. Even though her actions seemed a bit ridiculous considering the fact that it wasn’t even as if she was in her last months, she was still amazingly beautiful for a woman who was already this far along. She really seemed to have it all, this woman. It was not as if she had made a particularly bad impression, but I still found it difficult to see her in a favorable light.
But the chuckles kept forcing themselves out and before I had even had the chance to offer her my hand in greeting, I let loose another bout of laughter that got a pair of strange looks from the couple in front of me. I took a moment to recollect myself before I tried greeting her a second time.
She broke in a wide smile at my ridiculous antics as I lost control of myself yet again before I could finish.
Disgusting.
I didn’t have anything like luggage with me. After dumping my numerous shopping bags in the room that the couple had shown me to upstairs, I set off to explore the house. She had gone off to finish making dinner and Yunho, loosening his tie as he turned his head from side to side, had made his way into what looked to be a bedroom. I felt my chest swell with pride at the sight. At the age of only twenty seven he was striving forward in the company, using his prestigious background as a solid backbone, had a wife and even a child that was on its way. My man was exceptional in every way. I felt a little odd- like a mother brimming with pride at the accomplishments of her child.
Yet I hadn’t managed to move forward a single step in my life in the two years that we had been apart. My knees almost gave out underneath me as the strength suddenly drained out of my body. Deciding to leave exploring for later, I sat crouched on the stairs. Even though I was a sticky mess, I didn’t have the strength to go and take a shower.
Should I try asking him to wash me after she falls asleep…?
I stood pressing myself against a bend in the staircase and stretched my neck out to peer into the kitchen below. I saw a woman who looked to be a housekeeper who was preparing the meal and her, who was helping the woman out by doing whatever she could manage with her limited movement. But a sudden thought that filled my mind put the strength instantly back into my body. I climbed back up the stairs with quick movements and towards my room. I picked up one of the shopping bags and after rummaging through it, found the shirt that I had decided to give him. With the crimson V-neck shirt in hand, I quickly moved down the stairs a second time, took a final peak into the kitchen, and stealthily slunk like an alley cat into Yunho’s bedroom.
He was taking a shower. Shirt in hand, I pressed my ear to the door of the bathroom, and decided that it did not sound as though he would be out for a while. Instead, I turned my attention to the room- one look and you could guess what kind of taste she had. It gave me the impression of having taken the general atmosphere of the rest of the house and condensed it down into one room. The antique-like wooden furniture, the metallic loops of curling vines that formed the base of the nightstands, the silk bed sheets and even a dressing table complete with an array of high end make up. I felt sorry for him just for having to live in a room like this. I quickly moved myself away from the table as the intense fumes from the collection of cosmetics began to suffocate me.
I idly scooped up Yunho’s shirt that had been thrown over the sofa. The same cologne he had used for several years had now lost parts of its own scent, and instead, had blended with that of its wearer.
I felt his essence spread through to the smallest capillaries in my body as I stood, my nose buried deep into the folds of the shirt, breathing in the scent that I had missed so wildly.
Ah…the smell of Yunho- it was the scent of a true male, an intense musk that I myself lacked. It seemed like just this scent was bringing me right to the point of climax.
“What are you doing.”
“Oh…it’s just that I’d missed you.”
While I had been high on his exquisite scent, Yunho had finished up his shower and was now, standing in a bathrobe, shaking the water out of his hair. He faced me with his tender face, wet with droplets of moisture from the bathroom. He looked even more gorgeous now that he had gotten himself cleaned up- my man.
He furrowed his eyebrows at my perverted actions. But I kept a smile on my face; it was not as though there was anything in particular that I had found amusing, but I smiled cheerily at him anyways.
Just then, my eyes found the wedding picture hanging just over his shoulder- my man, all dressed up in a tuxedo, and her. The whole situation just seemed so ridiculous that I had to make an effort, biting my lip, to force back another bout of laugher. Now, maybe if that was me in there, that’d be another story, but wasn’t he so out of her league…?
Even before he had a chance to open the closet, I held out the V-neck t-shirt that I had in hand as I made a move to block his path.
“Wear this…”
His chest vibrated as he chuckled as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
His face, half hidden by the shadows cast over his features by the dim lighting, did seem to have changed a bit, now that I looked at him again. It was not just a matter of emotions- whether he was upset or stone faced. They say that when you wear glasses, your face does tend to change. But it was not as though it was a change for the worse, so I set about trying to get myself used to it.
“Crazy bitch.”
He slapped my hand away, making me drop the shirt. I felt my back hit the closet, stumbling backwards as Yunho gave my shoulder a harsh shove. He stepped past me into the closet, paying me no mind, and began to pick out a comfortable attire for himself. I wanted to choose his underwear for him, remembering the times when I had actually dressed him in it myself. He would be standing, stark naked, while I knelt on the ground, pulling up the fabric using only my teeth and lips- I hadn’t been able to use my hands because they were tied together at the time. He had complimented me saying that I looked the prettiest when he was looking down at me from above. My mouth began to water as my mind filled with erotic thoughts.
But maybe because it had just been me who had come across such thoughts, Yunho dropped his robe right in front of me and started to pull on his underwear without even giving it a second thought.
“Wear it. If you don’t, I’m going to go hang myself.”
I stubbornly offered him the shirt again, having scooped it back up from the ground. He knew that my words weren’t half hearted. But his face was telling me to just give it up. It didn’t look as though he was going to take it, so I settled for throwing it in his face.
His face soon twisted into a very dangerous expression. Even though I’d always loved his angry face, I found it hard to see it in a great light right then. But just as I was quickly scooting out of the room, a little scared, I just happened to run into her on my way out. Nice timing.
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For someone having grown up in a wealthy family, Yunho was a person who was not particularly fond of an overtly lavish lifestyle. He was someone who lived with the most style and flair possible within the boundaries he set for himself. I, on the other hand, was terrible with money- something he had often scolded me for. Even the distinct scent that came wafting out from interior of the house was not one that Yunho would have liked. Everything about the place seemed suited only to her taste.
Just then, I caught the sight of her standing uncomfortably at the end of the hallway that led into the living room. It seemed that there had been a reason it was so hard to catch a glimpse of her around the house- her stomach was noticeably swollen. Yunho has a wedding band around his finger and his wife is pregnant, eh? The amused chuckle that escaped me at the whole situation, was the only reason I was able to greet her with a smile. Yunho introduced me as a distant relative from overseas. He even filled in the explanation with lame excuses such the fact that being the same age, we had gone to both high school and university together. Despite being true, the only thing his words really sounded like to me were the excuses of a man who had brought his ex home to his wife. Because of that…honestly, I was a bit hurt.
“He’s just going to be staying with us for the next few days.”
“Hello.”
She introduced herself as Lee Suh-hee. Her gentle face was framed by thick waves that just happened to be the same bright blond hue as I had gotten my hair. Her eyes sparkled with life and her long, flowing tresses seemed silky enough that I found myself wanting to run my fingers through them. She stood, supporting her swollen stomach with her delicate arms. Even though her actions seemed a bit ridiculous considering the fact that it wasn’t even as if she was in her last months, she was still amazingly beautiful for a woman who was already this far along. She really seemed to have it all, this woman. It was not as if she had made a particularly bad impression, but I still found it difficult to see her in a favorable light.
But the chuckles kept forcing themselves out and before I had even had the chance to offer her my hand in greeting, I let loose another bout of laughter that got a pair of strange looks from the couple in front of me. I took a moment to recollect myself before I tried greeting her a second time.
She broke in a wide smile at my ridiculous antics as I lost control of myself yet again before I could finish.
Disgusting.
I didn’t have anything like luggage with me. After dumping my numerous shopping bags in the room that the couple had shown me to upstairs, I set off to explore the house. She had gone off to finish making dinner and Yunho, loosening his tie as he turned his head from side to side, had made his way into what looked to be a bedroom. I felt my chest swell with pride at the sight. At the age of only twenty seven he was striving forward in the company, using his prestigious background as a solid backbone, had a wife and even a child that was on its way. My man was exceptional in every way. I felt a little odd- like a mother brimming with pride at the accomplishments of her child.
Yet I hadn’t managed to move forward a single step in my life in the two years that we had been apart. My knees almost gave out underneath me as the strength suddenly drained out of my body. Deciding to leave exploring for later, I sat crouched on the stairs. Even though I was a sticky mess, I didn’t have the strength to go and take a shower.
Should I try asking him to wash me after she falls asleep…?
I stood pressing myself against a bend in the staircase and stretched my neck out to peer into the kitchen below. I saw a woman who looked to be a housekeeper who was preparing the meal and her, who was helping the woman out by doing whatever she could manage with her limited movement. But a sudden thought that filled my mind put the strength instantly back into my body. I climbed back up the stairs with quick movements and towards my room. I picked up one of the shopping bags and after rummaging through it, found the shirt that I had decided to give him. With the crimson V-neck shirt in hand, I quickly moved down the stairs a second time, took a final peak into the kitchen, and stealthily slunk like an alley cat into Yunho’s bedroom.
He was taking a shower. Shirt in hand, I pressed my ear to the door of the bathroom, and decided that it did not sound as though he would be out for a while. Instead, I turned my attention to the room- one look and you could guess what kind of taste she had. It gave me the impression of having taken the general atmosphere of the rest of the house and condensed it down into one room. The antique-like wooden furniture, the metallic loops of curling vines that formed the base of the nightstands, the silk bed sheets and even a dressing table complete with an array of high end make up. I felt sorry for him just for having to live in a room like this. I quickly moved myself away from the table as the intense fumes from the collection of cosmetics began to suffocate me.
I idly scooped up Yunho’s shirt that had been thrown over the sofa. The same cologne he had used for several years had now lost parts of its own scent, and instead, had blended with that of its wearer.
I felt his essence spread through to the smallest capillaries in my body as I stood, my nose buried deep into the folds of the shirt, breathing in the scent that I had missed so wildly.
Ah…the smell of Yunho- it was the scent of a true male, an intense musk that I myself lacked. It seemed like just this scent was bringing me right to the point of climax.
“What are you doing.”
“Oh…it’s just that I’d missed you.”
While I had been high on his exquisite scent, Yunho had finished up his shower and was now, standing in a bathrobe, shaking the water out of his hair. He faced me with his tender face, wet with droplets of moisture from the bathroom. He looked even more gorgeous now that he had gotten himself cleaned up- my man.
He furrowed his eyebrows at my perverted actions. But I kept a smile on my face; it was not as though there was anything in particular that I had found amusing, but I smiled cheerily at him anyways.
Just then, my eyes found the wedding picture hanging just over his shoulder- my man, all dressed up in a tuxedo, and her. The whole situation just seemed so ridiculous that I had to make an effort, biting my lip, to force back another bout of laugher. Now, maybe if that was me in there, that’d be another story, but wasn’t he so out of her league…?
Even before he had a chance to open the closet, I held out the V-neck t-shirt that I had in hand as I made a move to block his path.
“Wear this…”
His chest vibrated as he chuckled as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
His face, half hidden by the shadows cast over his features by the dim lighting, did seem to have changed a bit, now that I looked at him again. It was not just a matter of emotions- whether he was upset or stone faced. They say that when you wear glasses, your face does tend to change. But it was not as though it was a change for the worse, so I set about trying to get myself used to it.
“Crazy bitch.”
He slapped my hand away, making me drop the shirt. I felt my back hit the closet, stumbling backwards as Yunho gave my shoulder a harsh shove. He stepped past me into the closet, paying me no mind, and began to pick out a comfortable attire for himself. I wanted to choose his underwear for him, remembering the times when I had actually dressed him in it myself. He would be standing, stark naked, while I knelt on the ground, pulling up the fabric using only my teeth and lips- I hadn’t been able to use my hands because they were tied together at the time. He had complimented me saying that I looked the prettiest when he was looking down at me from above. My mouth began to water as my mind filled with erotic thoughts.
But maybe because it had just been me who had come across such thoughts, Yunho dropped his robe right in front of me and started to pull on his underwear without even giving it a second thought.
“Wear it. If you don’t, I’m going to go hang myself.”
I stubbornly offered him the shirt again, having scooped it back up from the ground. He knew that my words weren’t half hearted. But his face was telling me to just give it up. It didn’t look as though he was going to take it, so I settled for throwing it in his face.
His face soon twisted into a very dangerous expression. Even though I’d always loved his angry face, I found it hard to see it in a great light right then. But just as I was quickly scooting out of the room, a little scared, I just happened to run into her on my way out. Nice timing.
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