Ch.177177. While You Were Sleeping

That night.

──Well, not quite, early evening.

“……Sigh.”

I suddenly came back to my senses after spacing out for who knows how long. I carefully opened my closed eyelids and wiped my slightly wet lips with the back of my hand.

Is this… my saliva? It seems a bit strange though. Even though I have some sleeping habits, drooling isn’t one of them, so there’s no reason for my lips to be this wet.

“Phew…”

With a slightly hazy mind, I somehow managed to sit up. My hair, which reaches down to my waist, tickles my chest area. I brushed it aside with my right hand and looked around, noticing the room structure seemed unfamiliar.

Ah, this isn’t my apartment, it’s his room. Belatedly realizing this, I slightly pulled back the curtain next to the headboard. The crimson sunlight seeping through—it can’t be morning at this hour, so it must be the evening glow.

“How on earth……”

We started at two in the afternoon and continued until evening? Just how mindlessly did we make love? Realizing this fact makes my chest, nape, and lower body throb.

“….First things first.”

Whatever the case, I need to find my underwear. The door is locked so no one will just barge in, but there’s always that one-in-a-million chance. To avoid any awkward situations, I should be properly dressed.

“Where is it…?”

But a small problem arose. I found my bottoms under the bed, but my bra and other clothes are nowhere to be seen. Where did I take them off? Since it was just a few hours ago, and I’ve just woken up, I can’t remember where I put them.

I can’t go without clothes… what should I do?

While seriously contemplating, I glanced down. Right next to me, breathing evenly and sleeping like the dead, is him.

Since the deed is done, I can’t stay naked, so should I wake him up and ask? He probably doesn’t know where my clothes are, but in desperation, I tapped his arm.

“Siwoo.”

Maybe I called too softly, as there was no response.

“Are you still sleeping?”

…He’s not actually dead, right? You know, like sudden death from overexertion in a short period. I know it’s an absurd thought, but just in case, I leaned my upper body closer.

“You’re not dead, are you? ……Eek!”

But suddenly, his thick arm slid under my waist. Startled, I quickly pulled back, but he was faster in pulling me close as if embracing me.

If you’re awake, at least make some noise. I almost had a heart attack. Suppressing my pounding heart, I looked straight ahead. But his appearance is a bit strange. He clearly woke up since he’s hugging me, but for some reason, his eyes remain closed.

“Siwoo… are you really awake?”

Even after carefully calling his name, there’s no response. Sensing something odd, I reached out. Using my index finger and thumb, I pinched his nose.

Pinch.

“…Hello?”

If he’s pretending to sleep, there should be a reaction… but it’s quiet now?

“Are you really asleep? Hey, Siwoo?”

“……”

“Don’t tell me this person is… Ah!”

Just as I was about to say something in disbelief, something firmly squeezed my buttocks. Alarmed, I straightened my waist and quickly turned my head to look. The culprit was none other than his palm.

…That really surprised me. While feeling relieved it was him touching me, I also felt dumbfounded. Is he pretending to sleep while touching my butt?

“Siwoo, be honest. You’re not really sleeping, are you?”

“……”

“…Hey, are you sleeping?”

“……”

“Idiot, dummy. Shy guy who’s only good at kissing, unnecessarily fit stallion. Pervert who loves butts. Han Siwoo, do you love me just because of my butt?”

If he stays still after all that, he must really be asleep.

“Wow….”

…This is unbelievable. What kind of man is this? Not only does he hug in his sleep, but he also touches people’s butts? What kind of sleeping habit is that?

I considered touching him all over in retaliation, but decided against it. He’s not doing it on purpose, and it’s not right to wake someone who’s sleeping soundly.

“…Ugh, ah. Really, all those muscles for nothing…!”

After a struggle, I finally managed to get off the bed. Maybe because he’s a man who enjoys working out, his muscular arms were so heavy that I had a hard time moving them. Exhausted from the effort, I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand.

“Phew….”

Ah… really, they say you lose muscle if you lose protein, but that must be a lie. If it were true, half the muscles on this man’s body should have disappeared by now.

Anyway, that’s beside the point. I’m quite annoyed at him sleeping without knowing how I feel. He tormented me enough while awake, and now he’s doing it in his sleep too? Maybe I should give his butt a good smack.

“…Sigh.”

Patience brings blessings, right? I’ll be patient. Drawing the character for “patience” in my mind, I got up from the bed.

Besides my clothes, what else could I wear? Looking around the room, I couldn’t find anything suitable. This is a problem—my current attire is just underwear, which is practically naked. This means I can’t even dream of going outside the room.

“Hmm….”

Standing in the middle of the room, I shifted my weight to one leg. What should I do? It might be fine if we were alone in his apartment, but I can’t stay like this in his family home.

As I was seriously contemplating, a wardrobe caught the corner of my eye. A large wardrobe that surely contained all kinds of clothes he wore.

“……”

Normally, I’d have no reason to touch it, but… this is an emergency, right? It’s definitely better to wear something than to be naked.

“Since he’s mine, it’s okay to borrow, right?”

You know, they say couples are one body and soul, so we can lend each other clothes.

Yes, that’s right.

“…Ahem.”

After unnecessarily clearing my throat, I quietly approached the wardrobe.

Click, I pressed the button on the handle and opened it to find all sorts of clothes he’d worn since his student days hanging everywhere. From the familiar school uniform to shirts, suits, sweaters, knits… there were so many types that I didn’t know what to wear.

I picked up a t-shirt with a famous brand logo. Is this something he wore casually at home? It has a strange smell, a mix of his usual scent and a sweet tangerine fragrance.

I turned my head to confirm he was still asleep, then brought the t-shirt to my nose and sniffed it.

“Mmm, haaa….”

Somehow my lower abdomen feels tingly. If I looked more carefully, would I find his underwear too? I unconsciously reached out to search elsewhere, but stopped in surprise.

What am I doing? This is no time to be leisurely. His parents could return anytime, so I should quickly get dressed.

“What would be good….”

He wears clothes three sizes larger than mine, so anything I put on would be loose, but I still wanted something that would look somewhat good on me.

T-shirts are too baggy and don’t look pretty, sweaters are stuffy. Suits and knit vests are definitely a pass. After eliminating candidates one by one, only one option remained.

A white dress shirt.

“…This is the only wearable thing.”

Muttering an excuse even though no one was listening, I quickly pulled out the dress shirt. I returned the hanger to the wardrobe, put the shirt over my shoulders, and inserted my hands into the sleeves, which were much too long.

“It’s really big….”

It’s so big that the hem of the shirt comes down to my thighs. There’s a limit to loose fit, but with it coming down this far, I don’t even need pants.

I left the chest buttons open to avoid feeling constricted, fastened just a couple of buttons around my lower abdomen, and closed the wardrobe door. Then I turned around and tiptoed toward the bed where he was lying.

“…Siwoo, are you still sleeping?”

“Mmm….”

When I asked softly, he made a strange sound. He’s in light sleep.

“Siwoo, it’s time to wake up. It’s already evening.”

“Just a moment, five more minutes….”

He’s so tired that he’s even sleep-talking, which he doesn’t usually do. It was somewhat cute, and also a bit pitiful, making me want to let him sleep more. But it was time for him to wake up. His parents could return from their outing at any moment.

“If you wake up now, I’ll give you a kiss, come on, wake up.”

“……”

I offered a kiss with great determination, but he doesn’t move an inch, as if dead. I stared at him quietly, then whispered so softly that no one could hear.

“If you get up right now, I’ll let you touch my breasts.”

“…Ah, I slept well.”

At that, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. I was kneeling with my legs spread, looking at him with half-open eyes.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hm? Hear what?”

“I asked if you heard me say I’d let you touch my breasts.”

“No, I didn’t hear anything. I just woke up because it was time.”

His response was clearly insincere as he gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me. I resisted by tensing my lower body.

“If you didn’t hear, why are you pulling my wrist?”

“The shirt looks pretty. Is it new?”

“What are you talking about, this is from your wardrobe.”

“Hmm, is it? I didn’t know that.”

He just smiles faintly without answering my questions. Really, at times like this, he’s quite childish. As he kept pulling me with that charming smile, I pretended to give in and moved closer, climbing onto his thighs.

“Do you want to touch my breasts that badly?”

“What do you take me for? Do you think I’m doing this just for your breasts?”

“Then you wouldn’t mind not touching them?”

“…That’s not what I meant, you promised.”

When I just stared at him, he started avoiding my gaze. Come on, shouldn’t he at least pretend he doesn’t care? Finding it ridiculous, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Fine. A promise is a promise. Here, touch as much as you want.”

“…Really?”

“Yes, really, so you’d better hurry before I change my mind.”

I pushed my breasts together for his convenience, but he hesitated for a long time as if that made him uncomfortable. Finding his behavior frustrating, I grabbed his wrist and placed it firmly on my chest.

“You usually grope them just fine, why are you hesitating today? Touch them firmly like this. Okay?”

“No, wait. There’s a proper order to these things….”

Just as we were in the middle of this breast dispute, the closed door suddenly flung open.

“Siwoo, mom says to come down for dinner….”

It was his sister who peeked through the door.

“She said… oh.”

Him with his hand on my chest, me sitting on his thighs, and his sister peeking through the door.

The three of us locked eyes in mid-air.

“……”

“……”

For what felt like 3 years but was actually 3 seconds, an uncomfortable silence continued.

And after those 3 seconds passed.

Someone slowly opened their mouth.