Ch.148148. No Personal Agenda

The place he took me to was the top floor of the building, a luxurious area that looked like it was meant only for VIP guests.

Holding his hand, we walked through a long corridor to a room at the very end where I could see a gold-plated nameplate. What was unusual was that the nameplate was attached to the wall beside the door, and instead of a room number, it was decorated with what looked like a diamond shape.

Noticing my gaze, he tapped the diamond shape with his index finger and said.

“This is a real diamond.”

“…What?”

“It’s not just a shape, it’s a real diamond.”

Is he serious? It’s about the size of my fist, and he’s saying this isn’t a model but a real diamond?

Surprised, I looked at the nameplate again. Indeed, now that he mentioned it was a real diamond, it did look different. More brilliant, I suppose.

After staring intently at the diamond, I looked back at his face to find a confident smile. As if he knew exactly what my reaction would be.

“I was really surprised too when I first heard about it.”

“Well, of course anyone would be…”

Who would think this embedded in a nameplate is a real diamond? What if some crazy person takes it and runs off with it?

“Don’t worry. No one can steal it.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Just as I was about to add that you never know what people might do, he placed his right hand on the nameplate. Then he pulled down, gripping the diamond with his fingers, revealing a hidden space behind the nameplate.

“Unless you’re an authorized person, you can’t even come up to this floor in the first place. Remember we took the elevator earlier?”

“You mean when you swiped that card?”

“Yes, that’s the VIP-exclusive elevator. It records everyone who enters. The regular elevators don’t even have a button for the top floor.”

“Ah…”

Indeed, if you can’t even get up here in the first place, you can’t steal it. While I was nodding in bewilderment, he aligned his eyes with the hidden space behind the nameplate.

After about three seconds – ding! A strange mechanical sound was heard, followed by the sound of the lock being released.

“Is that iris recognition?”

It looked similar to the lock on my father’s office at our family home. I was surprised to see it here and asked out of curiosity, to which he nodded.

“Yes, that’s right. Come here for a second?”

“Why suddenly?”

Even as I responded, I moved closer, and he slightly stepped aside. Then he pressed a button to operate something.

“See this lens here? If you look straight at it, you’ll be registered.”

“…You want me to register too?”

“Yes, why? Don’t you want to?”

“No, it’s not that I don’t want to… but this is Han Siwoo’s group hotel. I was just wondering why you’re registering my iris.”

Strictly speaking, I’m an outsider. I wondered if this was really okay. As I hesitated awkwardly, he came around behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Why, you ask? Because you’re my fiancée. You shouldn’t be inconvenienced when entering.”

“……”

My shoulder twitched as it felt like he was speaking directly into my ear.

No, this person… doesn’t he feel embarrassed saying such things? It’s not wrong, but it feels a bit awkward when he mentions it so directly. Not that I dislike it. Just a strangely ticklish feeling.

Feeling something rising up my nape, I tried to move away, but he held me firmly.

“Where are you going? Register first.”

“Just a moment. Let me collect myself first… this is…”

“Register first, then collect yourself. I’ll wait for you as long as you need after that.”

Given the physical difference between us and how firmly he was holding me, I couldn’t escape. Giving up, I quietly completed the iris registration.

“Good, it’s done. Let’s go in now.”

“Ah, really. When I think about it, you’re quite forceful…”

“I think you said something similar before.”

“I guess the situation was similar then too.”

“Hmm, was it?”

Seeing his soulless reaction, I could tell he was just giving a perfunctory answer. Since this wasn’t important, I let it go and followed him into the hotel room.

A spacious living room and kitchen facilities were visible first, and far away near the window was a bed that looked big enough for two people.

“Do you want to shower first?”

“…Shower?”

“You said you wanted to rest, didn’t you mean you wanted to stay here overnight? Then you should shower.”

He walked to the window and sat down on the edge of the bed.

And as he elegantly removed his watch and said something… I stared blankly at him before finally coming to my senses.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I just wanted to rest a bit…”

“Oh, was that it? But if you want to rest, you should shower. You’re not going to just stand there, are you? If you’re going to rest, you should be comfortable. Sit on the bed or lie down. And if you get sleepy, you can sleep.”

That’s true, but… why does it feel so awkward? He looked at me standing in the living room and smiled slightly. He must have noticed my hesitation.

He placed his watch and wallet on the bedside table and began unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

“Why, why are you taking off your clothes?”

“I want to rest too. Can’t let my shirt get wrinkled.”

After undressing, he neatly folded his shirt and put it aside. Perhaps because he was only wearing a white t-shirt, his shoulders and collarbone were clearly visible.

“What?”

“…Huh? What do you mean, what?”

“You were staring at me. Did you have something to say?”

“No. Nothing at all. …I’ll go shower.”

Without waiting for a response, I quickly ran to the bathroom.

Click, I opened the door, went in, and locked it with a clack. After completing all these actions in what felt like three seconds, I leaned against the wall.

“…What’s wrong with me?”

I’ve seen his arms and collarbone many times before, but for some reason, my heart is pounding unusually hard today. Swallowing hard at my own unexpected reaction, I went to the sink and looked in the mirror to regain my composure.

Under the bathroom light, my face looked slightly flushed. But it wasn’t noticeable unless someone looked closely.

I wet my hands with cold water and washed my face. Then, just as I was about to go out.

“…Just in case.”

I changed my mind, took off my clothes, and started showering.

Since I had just washed my hair, I carefully avoided getting it wet while using body wash and a shower puff to clean every inch of my body.

After finishing the shower, I smelled myself and found I had a nice scent. Thinking this should be enough, I checked several more times before heading to the dressing room.

I opened the closet and checked the provided clothes. As expected of a VIP room. There were various types of underwear, but none in my size. Should I have brought something pretty? If worst comes to worst, I could wear the underwear I had on, but I didn’t want to do that.

“What should I do…”

As I was biting my lip slightly and pondering, a certain piece of underwear caught my eye.

A very sexy and provocative black underwear hanging as if hidden in the deepest part of the closet.

“……”

Feeling the chest area gently, it seemed a bit small. But it wasn’t so small that I couldn’t force it on.

My chest would be squeezed and flesh would bulge out, but… I had no choice.

“I can’t wear the same underwear again…”

Muttering an excuse to no one in particular, I slowly changed my clothes.

*

I came out wearing a pink bathrobe. But to my surprise, his attire was different from before.

Before I entered the bathroom, he was wearing a white t-shirt, but now he was in a blue bathrobe.

I was walking toward the bed when I stopped, and he turned his head to look at me.

“You took a while.”

“Yes. I was changing clothes. But, Siwoo.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“Where did you shower?”

“There are two shower rooms here. There’s another one inside.”

“Ah… I see.”

The veins on the back of his hand, his prominent collarbone. Though he was less exposed than before, for some reason my eyes were drawn more to his body.

I barely managed to control my wandering gaze and carefully sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Why are you sitting uncomfortably over there? Come here.”

He casually patted the spot next to him. Not having any particular reason to refuse, I moved to where he indicated and leaned against the headboard.

“Hwa Nabi, what’s this?”

“What’s what?”

“Here, there’s something like a black string on your thigh.”

“It must be a loose thread from the clothes. I’m not sure myself.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

As soon as our trivial conversation ended, as if he had been waiting for it, his firm arm wrapped around my waist.

“What are you doing?”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“…I told you I just came here to rest.”

“Why, what do you think I’m going to do? I’m just trying to rest too.”

“Is grabbing my waist like this resting?”

“What are you talking about? Someone might think it’s true. When did I grab you? I’m just holding you. For your comfort.”

“I never gave you permission to do that.”

Feeling a bit embarrassed by the situation, I complained a few times, which made him laugh quietly. Why is he laughing? Even when I glared at him with half-open eyes, the corners of his mouth were still curved upward.

He seems unusually relaxed today. Normally, he wouldn’t laugh like this. I tried to create some distance by shifting my hips slightly to the side, but he noticed and firmly wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Where are you going?”

“We’re too close. It’s distracting when I’m trying to rest.”

“…Right. You said you wanted to rest.”

“Yes. So…”

“Then, shall I give you a massage?”