“Uh, uh.”
The man’s face stiffened momentarily before flushing with embarrassment. His eyebrows twitched, and his nostrils flared. He was a man with enough wit to pride himself on being self-made.
“Ah, ah, I mean, uh, haha, my bad…”
He awkwardly tossed the returned business card somewhere inside the car while shrugging his shoulders.
“Haha. Was CEO Seo’s wedding really that secretive? Even though reporters and gossipmongers chased us all day, not a single one could get a glimpse of the wedding venue. Ah, my apologies, Mrs. Seo.”
The man tried to escape the awkwardness by laughing loudly and apologizing to Lee Young-jin.
Lee Young-jin didn’t quite understand the situation but was about to say it was okay. That is, if Seo Seung-hyun hadn’t abruptly turned him around with a tight grip on his shoulder.
Because of the stride difference, Lee Young-jin had to hurry along.
Seo Seung-hyun opened the passenger door and pushed Lee Young-jin in, then buckled his seat belt for him. Only after closing the door without any gaps did he return to the driver’s seat.
His eyebrows were narrowed, his jaw clenched tight like a rock, and his lips firmly closed.
Lee Young-jin, unsure why his mood had soured, racked his brain but couldn’t find an answer, so he simply reached out to turn on the music. Lively swing music began to play, but the cheerful rhythm couldn’t lift the subdued atmosphere in the car.
The SUV left the winding narrow alley and entered the main road.
This particular SUV was a gift from Kwon Shinwoo, and now, three months into their marriage, it was Seo Seung-hyun’s favorite car to drive.
Seoran Group owned one of the world’s leading car companies, particularly dominant in the market for heavy vehicles like limousines, off-road SUVs, and wagons, ranked among the top globally.
Of course, Seo Seung-hyun had once politely declined Kwon Shin-woo’s offer two years ago:
“I’ll gift you one. It’s a new model. It’s fitted with an aircraft-grade 12-cylinder engine and bulletproof body. This limited edition is only produced in two hundred units worldwide.”
The suggestion is,
“With what need do I have for an aircraft-grade 12-cylinder engine when I can’t even speed over 100 km/h in Seoul traffic? And I don’t need a bulletproof body. Unlike the executive, I don’t have to worry about getting shot in the streets.”
He once responded with a polite refusal.
And now, two years later, Seo Seung-hyun had casually reversed that refusal. Kwon Shin-woo’s eyebrows twitched in displeasure, but eventually, he wrapped a red ribbon around this SUV, equipped with an aircraft-grade 12-cylinder engine and a bulletproof body, and left it in front of their house.
Seo Seung-hyun rarely drove himself, but after getting married, he started driving more often, mostly when taking Lee Young-jin out. Although he had a collection of limousines, sedans, sports cars, and convertibles purchased according to need or fashion, he always drove the same car when going out with Lee Young-jin. He had no concept of defensive driving, but at least in Seoul, no one dared to pick a fight with this 2-ton off-road SUV, so he had never been involved in a major accident.
The music shifted to the next track.
A sultry vocal laid over the sound of a steady drizzle.
Just then, the traffic light at the intersection changed, and the car stopped. At the same time, Seo Seung-hyun’s brow furrowed.
With his hands on the steering wheel, he spoke in a low voice.
“First of all.”
Lee Young-jin, who had been looking out the window, turned his head.
Seo Seung-hyun looked straight ahead as he continued.
“I really dislike being misunderstood.”
His brows were furrowed tightly, creating a line of wrinkles, and the ends of his eyebrows were raised, clearly indicating his displeasure. Lee Young-jin flitted his heavy eyelids up and down rapidly, trying to understand why Seo Seung-hyun was upset. Fortunately, this intense game of catching hints didn’t last long.
“It seems we need to sort out how we address each other again.”
Seo Seung-hyun glanced at Lee Young-jin sitting beside him.
Lee Young-jin looked up at him blankly, mouth agape.
“Sort out… addresses?”
“Yes.”
Seo Seung-hyun responded somewhat sharply.
Clarifying their addresses was, in fact, an issue that Seo Seung-hyun himself had not considered until now. It’s just that he was surrounded by fools proudly being called chairman, CEO, or boss while escorting around well-behaved actors, singers, announcers, and the like.
Of course, it’s not that he now had complaints about being called CEO, but if such an address led to utterly ridiculous misunderstandings, it was a different matter.
Between Lee Young-jin and him, there was no transactional relationship….
Seo Seung-hyun’s brows knitted slightly at this thought.
Anyway, their relationship was legally solid….
His dark eyebrows twitched again with displeasure.
After all, hadn’t they spent billions on a luxurious yacht wedding, standing in front of an officiant spouting ridiculous vows?
Remembering Lee Young-jin’s flustered, red face as he accidentally drenched Seo Seung-hyun with champagne foam among the emerald sea near Bali, decorated with flowers and jewels, softened the corners of Seo Seung-hyun’s eyes.
“We’ve been married for three months now. How long are you going to address me like that?”
“Uh, uh….”
It was clear that Lee Young-jin hadn’t anticipated this complaint.
He blinked a few times.
“But…”
“But?”
“It’s just…”
“Just?”
“You’re the CEO and…”
Lee Young-jin hesitated before finally voicing his thoughts, prompting Seo Seung-hyun to sigh deeply. Lee Young-jin’s shoulders flinched at the sigh. He rolled his eyes to stealthily glance at Seo Seung-hyun’s profile. Seo Seung-hyun, with both hands on the steering wheel, was lightly tapping the leather with his right index finger. His brows were deeply furrowed, and his dark eyebrows were twisted in an angle only Lee Young-jin could recognize.
The traffic light changed again.
Seo Seung-hyun pressed the accelerator, and the car started moving.
The car, maintaining a safe speed of 60 kilometers per hour, moved sluggishly.
Lee Young-jin kept sneaking glances at Seo Seung-hyun.
Seo Seung-hyun, noticing these glances, remained silent.
After crossing the Yeongdong Bridge, the SUV turned off the crowded Gangbyeonbuk-ro, filled with cars returning home, onto Ttukseom-ro.
There was a traffic light every hundred meters.
Seo Seung-hyun, in no hurry, matched the red lights and pressed the brake again.
When the car stopped, Lee Young-jin gently prodded Seo Seung-hyun’s shoulder. It was so gentle it felt more like tapping.
“Why?”
His voice wasn’t angry at all; it was rather tender.
Lee Young-jin hesitantly looked up at him. His eyebrows, soft above his rounded forehead, wiggled with discomfort. His plump lips hesitated for a long moment before moving. His clear eyes looked up at Seo Seung-hyun then dropped. A blush crept onto his cheeks, and his voice, retreating into a whisper, said,
“Honey…”
Seo Seung-hyun had expected at best a “Seung-hyun-ssi” and at most a “hyung,” but he had no high hopes for either.
What just happened was utterly unexpected.
Seo Seung-hyun took a deep breath, his chest expanding with the intake. A low inhale sounded throughout the car, reminiscent of the growl of a carnivore before a hunt. However, the motion of reaching across to pull Lee Young-jin closer by the opposite shoulder was exceedingly gentle compared to that. Seo Seung-hyun looked down at Lee Young-jin. By now, Lee Young-jin was entirely flushed. Seo Seung-hyun already knew how far the blush spread—down the sleek nape, along the elongated limbs, the gradual narrowing of the scapula to the erector spinae muscles, and from the protruding ankle bones to the tips of the toes.
Seo Seung-hyun’s eyes narrowed. The neutral-colored pupils within that gaze seemed to quiver with intensity.
Seo Seung-hyun tightened his grip on Lee Young-jin’s shoulder, pulling him closer.
“Kiss me.”
He commanded.
Hesitating momentarily, Lee Young-jin leaned forward, placed his hand on Seo Seung-hyun’s shoulder, and brought his lips to Seo Seung-hyun’s face.
With a soft friction, their lips met.
Their lips brushed against each other in a fleeting touch for a few seconds.
Seo Seung-hyun suddenly caught Lee Young-jin’s nape. Their lips overlapped awkwardly. Their tongues intertwined. The kiss deepened, as sweet and intoxicating as Lee Young-jin’s pheromones. Seo Seung-hyun delved crazily into the recesses of those lips. With each flick of his tongue, Lee Young-jin wriggled his own, sucking on Seo Seung-hyun’s tongue in his own way.
Their lips parted and met again, then separated once more. Lee Young-jin, panting heavily, pushed Seo Seung-hyun’s cheeks and forehead away.
“C, CEO, the traffic light… Hmm…….”
Seo Seung-hyun, sucking on those plump lips with enough force to make a popping sound, finally pulled away and took hold of the steering wheel.
The traffic light turned green and passed by them.
Their ragged breathing mixed with the quiet pop song that had just changed. Lee Young-jin, after catching his breath for a long time, sneaked a glance at Seo Seung-hyun. Seo Seung-hyun struggled to suppress the desire to tell him not to look. Just preventing his erection from throbbing every time a wet gaze swept over his profile was draining. Thus, Seo Seung-hyun couldn’t stop Lee Young-jin when he suddenly clicked open his seat belt.
“Lee Young-jin, put your seat belt back on…….”
That warning was cut off midway.
Lee Young-jin, having unbuckled his seat belt, leaned over the console box. His hand rested on Seo Seung-hyun’s thigh. Instantly, the thigh muscles tensed sharply, and the lower abdomen became as hard as a rock. The pale palm shifted positions several times, groping Seo Seung-hyun’s thigh. That hand stiffened in an instant, gently pressing the clothed, firmly erect penis. Seo Seung-hyun sharply inhaled. His sturdy shoulders twitched, and the foot that had rested on the accelerator shook abruptly. The speedometer’s needle wavered.
Lee Young-jin stroked his penis over the fabric several times. The shaft became so firm that its outline could be discerned even through the clothing.
“Ah… Lee Young-jin, you…”
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