Bad addiction

As the warmth, beyond just warmth, of his touch seeped into the back of her hand, her heart fluttered.

There was nothing more than the way his fingertips traced over Haeun’s mole.

But from the moment their hands overlapped, her heart began pounding as if it were broken.

She was scared he might notice—her heartbeat was loud enough to be alarming.

‘What do I do…’

Unlike Haeun, whose mind was spinning, Dojun’s expression remained unchanged.

He simply focused on rubbing the small mark on her skin.

‘It tickles.’

It wasn’t like he was doing anything particularly suggestive.

Yet, Dojun’s careful touch sent a strange sensation spreading through her body, reaching even her toes.

Her mouth felt dry, and every touch of his fingers heightened her awareness.

Even though his movements were limited to a small area, they were enough to stir dangerous thoughts.

Fortunately, after a moment, Dojun withdrew his hand.

Only then did a quiet sigh of relief escape Haeun’s lips.

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“Seo Haeun.”

“Yes, Director.”

Dojun called her name, his gaze deep and steady.

Haeun quickly looked away, afraid he might see through the emotions swirling inside her.

“…..!”

Just as she averted her eyes, his large hand reached for her again.

This time, instead of just brushing against her, Dojun firmly grasped her hand.

Startled by the sudden touch, Haeun met his gaze again.

Dojun’s slow, deliberate stare traveled over her, lingering where his fingers had just been.

And at that moment—

“Stay with me tonight?”

“……!”

This wasn’t just an offer to take shelter from the rain.

She knew that.

And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to respond.

“Sleep with me.”

His words became even more direct.

“Director, I think you might be drunk. We should call it a night.”

Truthfully, she was tempted. His offer was sweet, almost irresistible.

But if she acted on impulse, she knew she’d only end up getting hurt.

Still—

“I’m not drunk. I’m perfectly sober.”

Dojun’s persistence was unwavering.

‘Does he know I have feelings for him?’

Was he doing this because he thought she would easily give in?

His confidence, as if rejection wasn’t even a possibility, made her uneasy.

“Do you just need someone to spend the night with?”

Dojun let out a small chuckle, as if the question was absurd.

“You know I’m not that kind of person.”

“Then why me?”

She felt a tightness in her throat.

“There’s no reason. It just feels right with you.”

“……”

Did he mean she was special?

Haeun pressed her lips together, swallowing hard.

“I want to see for myself.”

“See what?”

“If it really feels right.”

Ah. So that’s what he meant.

No commitments—just a night of pleasure.

Her chest ached at the realization, but her thoughts didn’t stop there.

‘He’s leaving tomorrow anyway.’

No matter what happened tonight, it would end here.

So… wouldn’t it be okay?

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the years of one-sided love urging her on.

Either way, she couldn’t fight the temptation anymore.

“If I agree, will you keep this a secret?”

“Of course.”

As soon as she heard his answer, she downed the rest of her cocktail.

She had made up her mind, but she needed the alcohol to help her go through with it.

“In that case, I don’t mind.”

Dojun’s expression showed satisfaction as he stood up.

“The drinks are finished. Shall we go?”

“Already?”

“Do you need more time?”

“It’s not that, but…”

“Then let’s go to my room.”

Before she could process it, he was already taking action.

She was surprised, but there was no reason to hesitate now.

“Yes, Director.”

As she followed him, she instinctively kept a bit of distance.

But suddenly, he stopped walking.

Dojun frowned slightly.