Flowers Are Bait Novel - Chapter 60

She felt sweat forming on the back of her head.

Yiyeon had no escape from Kwon Chaewoo, who was staring intently at her, his eyebrows twitching. He subtly contorted his face, silently urging her, and she, with downcast eyes, spoke with a trembling voice.

“I don’t care about you working outside. But when I think about you working with a woman…!”

“Think about it?”

Kwon Chaewoo needlessly licked his lips, growing anxious.

“…I get a little jealous.”

She nailed down the emotion she had tried to ignore. The moment she spoke her tightly hidden feelings, her heart fluttered like a falling leaf. As Yiyeon, flustered, realized the jealousy that was now washing over her, Kwon Chaewoo pulled her head and pressed his lips against hers.

“…!”

The kiss was urgent. Her lips parted wide as their tongues suddenly intertwined. The man pushed his tongue deep inside and hastily swept over her teeth.

“Huuu…”

A squelching sound echoed for a long time, then his saliva skillfully passed into her mouth. Yiyeon swallowed it instinctively, and Kwon Chaewoo smiled subtly, his lips still pressed against hers.

His tongue, which had been scraping her palate, then intensely rubbed the inside of her lips. That soft membrane reminded him of another inner wall that drove a person mad. Kwon Chaewoo, his eyebrows sharply furrowed, twisted his head even more.

‘Even if my past self returns, why would we change?’

However, even as her lips were being sucked, Yiyeon’s heart grew cold. The fear that had risen like a blemish didn’t seem to disappear easily after just one scorching. When she pressed down on her heart, the first thing that oozed out was a festering distrust.

You can be so confident because you don’t know what kind of relationship we had. Murderer and witness, perpetrator and victim. If he knew what she was ultimately hiding, he would…

Nevertheless, for now, she pushed aside all complicated thoughts and urgently extended her arms. Wanting to enjoy this short period, wanting to believe it even though she knew it was an illusion.

Kwon Chaewoo reacted immediately. As if he had been waiting, he pulled her into his arms and bit her lips even harder. Her whole body ached as if crushed, but some part of her burned just as much.

Yiyeon, completely enveloped by the man’s large physique, was now invisible. Their lips, pressed seamlessly together, and their tilting heads were intensely intimate. He bit her inexperienced lips, changed the angle, and sucked on her membranes, kissing her passionately.

“Heuut…”

Being close to people was painful and difficult. Sex was no different.

However, the pointing fingers, beatings, and insults that others had directed at Yiyeon felt entirely different when they came from Kwon Chaewoo.

In his every gaze, every touch, there was an immeasurable affection. Even when he thrust in painfully, a warmth spread from deep within her chest, like a child who had been caressed.

She hadn’t known that affection could be this sweet.

She had just been desperate to survive.

Yiyeon’s stomach churned with a sudden surge of hunger.

‘If I don’t look for my memories, will our relationship become easier?’

‘Yes.’

Another lie piled upon a lie.

She knew better than anyone that this time wouldn’t last forever. Nevertheless, the reason she brought up such a condition was that she wanted to live normally, like others, at least for that time. It seemed a person could live a lifetime with just a fleeting memory.

This was an hourglass Yiyeon had flipped over, its end slowly approaching.

“Seeing your reaction, Ms. Yiyeon, it seems I should work during the day too.”

Their wildly intertwined lips parted, and he murmured, his eyes strangely unfocused.

“Be a little more jealous. My cock just got hard.”

“…!”

Yiyeon barely managed to keep her gaze from dropping.

“So I’ll work, whatever it is.”

Kwon Chaewoo insisted, inhaling her fragrant scent. His nose rubbed against her neck like a cat’s, tickling to the point of pain. Yiyeon nodded instinctively, but then her eyes blurred as if staring into the distance.

But I wonder if this is really okay…

Rescue?

Mr. Kwon Chaewoo’s family seems good at butchering…

Joo Dongmi, shaking her head, stepped outside and stood for a moment, staring at the gate with an inexplicable lingering feeling.

“Director, I’d be grateful if you’d forget all my rash behavior…”

They said not to interfere in other people’s affairs, but this was truly too regrettable.

Joo Dongmi scratched her head, trying to shake off the unpleasantness that had settled deep inside, and turned her back.

‘But no matter how I look at him, he seems familiar… Where did I see him?’

It was purely by chance that she then spotted a man leaning against the wall of the house. Normally, she would have just passed by, but the ordinary passerby’s physique captivated her, who had just been met with a rejection-like postponement.

A rare sturdy build in Hwaido, a young man, and that pitiful leisure of loitering on the street on a weekday morning.

A peculiar light gleamed in her eyes.

“Hello—!”

Jang Beomhee flinched, his eyebrows twitching, as Joo Dongmi, whom he expected to pass by, approached him first and greeted him. For him, who had been waiting for her to quietly pass, it was quite an awkward situation.

He had pulled his baseball cap low, and Joo Dongmi, quickly scanning Jang Beomhee, curled the corners of her mouth in an inexplicable satisfaction.

“Excuse me, do you live nearby?”

The man didn’t answer, but his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“I’m not a strange person, I’m this kind of person.”

Joo Dongmi roughly showed him the logo on her jacket. And the moment their eyes met, as the man subtly raised his head, Joo Dongmi’s eyes widened like a large bowl.

Jang Beomhee immediately turned his head, trying to leave the path, but Joo Dongmi, spreading her arms, quickly blocked his way. She was an expert at cornering fleeing animals.

“Excuse me, I know this sounds cliché, but have we met somewhere before? Your face isn’t common, but it strangely looks familiar.”

Just as Jang Beomhee was about to push her away, annoyed by the sudden closeness from a stranger.

“Ah…! I remember!”

A momentary surprise crossed the man’s expressionless face.

She suddenly thrust her face close again, scrutinizing the man’s features. Jang Beomhee recoiled, stepping back and lightly covering his nose, as the sudden scent of shampoo assaulted him.

“Aren’t you that server who worked at my uncle’s congratulatory party? The one who took my glass!”

“…!”

Jang Beomhee knew everyone the young master and So Yiyeon had come into contact with, so he naturally knew of Joo Dongmi’s existence.

Taking her glass at the congratulatory party had been half-intentional. But he never dreamed that the woman in front of him would remember that moment so clearly, so he became unsuitably tense for an ordinary person.

“I’ve always had a good eye since I was young. But those clothes…”

“…”

“Were you a police officer?”

Jang Beomhee froze helplessly, and Joo Dongmi lowered her mouth, looking regretful.

Lately, he had been frequently using this attire to wrap up the drug field case. But could he be this unlucky? He hadn’t thought that someone who had just passed by would recognize him and even strike up a conversation. He instinctively put his hand in his pocket and fiddled with his small karambit knife.

“Is the energy good in this neighborhood? Everyone looks so good.”

She sighed and massaged her stiff neck.

“But why was a police officer serving at my uncle’s congratulatory party? Was it an undercover investigation? Did my uncle launder illegal money? He’s not a bad person, but he’s certainly capable of it.”

While she rubbed her chin, Jang Beomhee silently pushed her aside and left the path.

“Oh…! Hey! What’s your name?”

“…”

“How old are you?!”

“…”

“Since our identities are clear, let’s talk for a bit…!”

Joo Dongmi, now curious, finally caught up with Jang Beomhee, who was walking away quickly as if fleeing.

The moment a fine line appeared on his forehead, Jang Beomhee grabbed the woman by the collar and slammed her against the neighbor’s wall. Her back, hitting the hard bricks, tingled.

“Ugh…”

The man’s thumb pressed firmly somewhere on her neck. She gasped as he firmly pressed on the pulsating spot.

“Don’t loiter.”

His eyes, shadowed by the brim of his cap, left a brief warning. The two exchanged heavy glances for a moment. Soon, the man withdrew his finger first, and the shattering tension seemed to end.

Just as Jang Beomhee was about to leave the path, a heavy side kick flew at his unguarded back.

“…!”

He leaned forward, barely maintaining his balance, and when he turned around, Joo Dongmi, who had fallen to the ground, pulled his ankle tightly with a snare she had taken from her pocket.

“You bastard, what are you…! Can a police officer threaten a citizen?!”

Her booming voice echoed throughout the neighborhood. Jang Beomhee glanced at So Yiyeon’s house and cursed under his breath.

“Shouldn’t a person talk like a person—!”

It would be a big problem if Kwon Chaewoo came out hearing this commotion.

Currently, Jang Beomhee’s duties were to monitor and protect Kwon Chaewoo, eavesdrop and spy on So Yiyeon, and be undercover for the management and control of Hwaido. He was acting high and mighty, handling various tasks with some rights entrusted by Director Kwon, so it was naturally better for his face to remain unseen.

In such a secretive situation, this woman was incredibly strong; the snare was pulling his ankle with such force it felt like it would break.

Normally, he would have done something, like hitting a vital point to knock her out, or secretly disposing of her without a trace.

But seeing the woman gritting her teeth and retaliating with all her might, he felt that if he messed with her, he would have a headache.

That was Jang Beomhee’s reliable intuition, honed since childhood as the Kwon family’s hunting dog, and he finally bent down and tightly covered Joo Dongmi’s mouth with his palm.

“Just be quiet for now.”

“Mmph…!”

“So, what do you want?”

Suddenly, Joo Dongmi’s eyes sparkled.