Morning After, Words That Finally Reach

Jeongyun tightly held Seha’s pitifully trembling body and pressed his hot lips to his ear as he whispered.

“I’m sorry. Just a little… just a little more….”

Seha knew.

If he said seriously, even now, that he wanted to stop, Cha Jeongyun would stop.

He would pull out the menacingly hard cock from inside Seha, hold him gently, and tell him he did well, that it felt good.

“Mmh… young master, young master….”

That was why Seha rubbed his forehead against Jeongyun’s shoulder like someone who had lost the ability to speak, letting out soft moans.

He didn’t want to run away.

He wanted to be churned deeper, more violently.

Whether this was right, whether this was okay—there was no reason left in him to question such things.

Overwhelmed by an intense pleasure he had never felt before, Seha collapsed helplessly.

“…I love you. I really love you, Seha.”

Moving his hips roughly again, yet confessing in a tender voice, Jeongyun poured out his heartfelt words.

Because that confession felt so good.

Because it was so blissful he wouldn’t mind breaking apart like this.

Seha barely managed to pull him closer with hands that had lost all strength and kissed him.

The night was only just beginning.

“Mmm….”

Seha slowly opened his eyes at the annoying sensation tickling the corner of them.

When he finally lifted his heavy eyelids and managed to focus, the first thing he saw was Jeongyun’s face, hair tousled, looking down at him.

“Ah, ahem!”

Trying to speak, Seha found his voice wouldn’t come out and had to cough instead.

Jeongyun, looking like a scolded puppy with his eyes drooping, gently rubbed Seha’s eye corners and said,

“You cried so much yesterday, your throat might hurt. Want some water?”

“Mmh… yes….”

Seha answered with difficulty.

Just as Jeongyun said, the inside of his throat stung.

After drinking the water Jeongyun handed him, his hazy memories slowly became clear.

Their bodies overlapping at last.

Being at a loss at sensations he’d never felt before.

Moaning, crying, clinging….

“Huh…!”

As he started remembering just how embarrassing the sounds and things he’d done were, a flustered Seha yanked the blanket up to cover his face.

Jeongyun’s laughter came from the other side.

“What are you so embarrassed about. Show me your face.”

“…I don’t want to.”

“You’re not the only one who got turned on. I was way worse. So hurry up and look at me.”

Hearing Jeongyun’s unusually calm, natural tone, Seha finally lowered the blanket just a little and peeked out.

In truth, Jeongyun was just as mortified, but if he showed it too, Seha might really refuse to look at him—something Seha didn’t know as Jeongyun desperately pretended otherwise.

“Does anything hurt?”

Jeongyun asked after planting a soft kiss on Seha’s eye corner and cheek.

Seha shook his head.

Honestly, his pelvis, his waist—his whole body hurt like he’d been beaten, but he didn’t want to say that.

He didn’t want Jeongyun to feel sorry.

“Still, don’t overdo it today… just rest in bed. I’ll take care of everything you need.”

Jeongyun said it earnestly.

He didn’t know what Seha was feeling right now, and the anxiety made him want to ease his heart however he could.

When Jeongyun opened his eyes and saw Seha sleeping, an indescribable happiness washed over him.

It felt like everything had returned to its proper place.

Like he’d done the right thing.

All he felt about last night was happiness—no regret at all.

But Seha might feel differently.

That thought scared Jeongyun.

He was afraid Seha might regret the night, think it was a mistake, or remember it as something horrible.

He didn’t even dare ask honestly.

So Jeongyun just pretended everything was fine.

“About yesterday….”

Then Seha carefully spoke up.

Jeongyun wanted to run away.

He didn’t want to hear it.

But he couldn’t force Seha to stop talking, and if Seha regretted it, Jeongyun had to accept that too.

After a moment, Seha continued.

“Yesterday was really… good….”

“…Huh?”

The tension had peaked so high that Jeongyun responded with a strange sound.

Seha, as if he knew exactly what Jeongyun was anxious about, repeated himself.

“Being held by you, kissing you, everything we did all night….”

“…….”

“It was all so good, so happy. So don’t think strange things….”

Just like always—at the most critical moment—Jin Seha was the one who found the courage first and reached out.

This time too, he sensed Jeongyun’s anxiety and willingly held him instead.

So how could Jeongyun possibly hold back, having such a lovable lover?

“Jin Seha, you really….”

“Hm?”

“I really… love you. I love you, Jin Seha.”

“I love y—mph…!”

Before Seha could return the confession, their lips met.

It was the beginning of a new day, with body and heart completely connected.

“How is the tea?”

The Seon shaman gently asked after watching Seha’s hands set the teacup down.

The trembling was obvious enough to be pitiful, but she didn’t point it out.

Her own hands, folded in her lap, were shaking just the same.

A few days earlier, the Seon shaman had received a message she had both been waiting for and secretly hoping would never come.

It was Seha, asking if they could meet if she was willing.

“I still don’t know much about tea, but I like it anyway. It feels like it helps me relax a little….”

“Does it? That’s a relief.”

“Yes….”

An awkward silence flowed between them again.

After receiving Seha’s message, even as today’s appointment time drew near, the Seon shaman had agonized again and again.

There were countless times she nearly sent a message saying something urgent had come up and she couldn’t meet.

She missed the only blood relative left in the world, yet wondered what right she had to be greedy.

She wanted to hear many things, yet was afraid of what she might hear and wished to hear nothing at all.

It was a choice made so as not to burden her daughter again as a mother, but how could she not feel affection for the grandson she had finally met?

Even after convincing herself it was for the best, Seon—no, Yeongun—found herself wondering about Seha’s days every night.

And now, Yeongun sat there, having failed to refuse Seha’s request.

“By the way… what made you want to see me today?”

Yeongun asked, forcing a casual tone.

She was curious and worried about what Seha might say.

The last time they spoke, Seha had looked deeply shaken after not hearing the answer he expected.

Perhaps he wanted to ask about that again.

As Yeongun’s tension grew, Seha finally spoke.

“I just… felt like I should properly thank you. Thanks to you, my life has… changed a lot.”

The stiff, frozen air loosened in an instant.

It wasn’t something she had expected to hear.

Whether it was truly what Seha wanted to say or if there was another intention behind it, she couldn’t tell—but because it was such a normal statement, Yeongun could finally relax.

She replied,

“Thanks to me? That’s far too much. I should be the one thanking you. Thanks to you, my work became much easier.”

“Even so, I can’t deny that my life improved because you sought me out and recommended me.”

“…….”

“Since my mother passed away… this is the first time I’ve had this much peace of mind and body. Things I never could have gained without the opportunity you gave me.”

“…I understand what you mean. But I still don’t think the thanks should go to me. You saved a life—no, practically an entire household. It’s a result you earned through your own efforts. You should enjoy it proudly.”

After those words, another awkward silence settled between them.

It was because of the word “mother” that had come from Seha’s mouth.

Seha pressed his lips together for a moment.

Now.

Now that he had opened with that word, he had to say it.

The timing was awkward and abrupt, but there was no such thing as a perfect moment anyway.

He slowly began the words he had practiced over and over alone.

“My mother….”

The air, which had briefly loosened, tightened again.

The Seon shaman maintained her gentle expression as always, but Seha could feel how tense she was—so tense she could barely breathe.

Vague suspicion was becoming clear circumstance, strengthening his certainty.

Before she could change the subject, Seha continued.

“While she was alive, she didn’t get along with her mother. My grandmother—my maternal grandmother, I mean.”

“So I’ve never even seen my grandmother in photos.”

Yeongun opened her mouth to stop him, but her breath caught in her throat and no sound came out.

Moistening his dry lips with his tongue, Seha went on.

“I don’t know why. She never told me. She didn’t really talk about my grandmother at all.”

“…….”

“But… that doesn’t mean she hated her.”

At that moment, Yeongun’s gaze, which had been wandering without direction, fixed directly on Seha.

Seha didn’t look away.

Their two trembling gazes tangled in the air as Seha clenched his fist and continued.

“I think my mother just… wanted us not to be influenced by stories about her, in any way. That’s all. It wasn’t because she truly hated her… or didn’t want to see her….”

“Ah….”

“I could tell.”

Meeting Yeongun’s endlessly trembling eyes, Seha felt his conviction grow stronger.

He didn’t know exactly why she had denied it that day, but the likelihood that Yeongun was his grandmother was high.

Realizing that, his heart felt calmer instead.

It was as if everything was finally fitting together like puzzle pieces.