Newlywed Life for a Successful Divorce chapter 12

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“Great job, everyone. That’s a wrap for today’s shoot.”

“Thank you for your hard work!”

The long, exhausting day had finally come to an end.

Returning to his room, Lee Jiwoon sat on the bed without even changing his clothes, resting his chin on his hand.

He looked like a replica of “The Thinker” sculpture, lost in thought.

Who did the director choose? Ah, I’m so curious.

“I want to know… I really want to know.”

While Jiwoon was muttering to himself, his phone suddenly rang. The caller was BBG.

“Oh, that scared me.”

Even though it wasn’t his first time receiving a call from them, his heart still skipped a beat out of nervousness.

Clearing his throat, Jiwoon picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

-Are you in your room?

“Yes. Why?”

-Come out now and head towards the emergency exit at the end of the hallway.

“Excuse me?”

-Right now.

The call ended abruptly. Jiwoon was puzzled, but he quietly opened the door and headed to the end of the hallway.

When he opened the emergency exit, he found Taecheon Seo standing there.

“Oh?! Director.”

“Let’s go.”

“Go? Go where?”

“Did you forget? We’re supposed to take a bed selfie today.”

“Oh, right!”

Being busy all day and lost in thought, Jiwoon had almost forgotten about it.

Since Taecheon’s room was just upstairs, they took the stairs.

Although they could go up immediately, Jiwoon was bothered by the fact that he hadn’t washed up.

“I’ll stop by my room to wash up and then come up.”

“Why bother? You can wash up and lie down in my room.”

“No, I also need to take my suppressants….”

“Ah. Then let’s meet after you’ve washed up.”

Jiwoon promised to be back in 30 minutes and returned to his room.

After washing up and taking his suppressant, he cautiously opened the door again.

Careful not to run into anyone, Jiwoon reached Taecheon’s room and timidly rang the bell.

It wasn’t long before Taecheon opened the door.

Surprisingly, instead of his usual black gown, he was wearing a gray one.

Huh? Why isn’t he wearing his black gown?

Doesn’t the resort have black ones?

No, he would have brought it himself if needed…

“Come in.”

“Yes.”

Stepping into the luxurious suite, Jiwoon marveled at the stylish furniture and the spacious living area before heading to the bedroom.

Next to the bed, there was an opened bottle of wine with the cork still out.

“Oh? Were you drinking wine?”

“Yes.”

“The aroma is incredible… It looks delicious.”

Seeing the luxurious label and smelling the rich aroma, Jiwoon, who enjoyed good food and drinks, was intrigued.

“Want to try it?”

“Really?”

“I have an extra glass.”

Taecheon took another wine glass from the minibar and placed it on the table. Jiwoon quickly sat across from him and accepted the drink.

“Wow… the color is beautiful and it looks delicious.”

“The head chef here recommended it, so it must be good. I’m not sure if you’ll like it, but give it a try.”

Jiwoon took a sip of the wine.

It wasn’t too bitter, and the flavor blossomed in his mouth, leaving a sweet aftertaste.

“Wow! This is amazing!”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s not just good, it’s fantastic.”

“Then, let me pour you another glass.”

Taecheon handed him a second glass. Jiwoon eagerly drank several more glasses. Soon, his face began to flush and he started to feel tipsy.

“Ah… this is great. Another glass!”

“You seem pretty drunk. Maybe you should stop.”

“I’m not drunk at all! What are you talking about!”

Jiwoon grabbed the bottle and poured more wine into his glass. Taecheon tried to stop him, but the intoxicated Jiwoon was insistent.

“How are we going to take a selfie like this? Stop drinking.”

“A selfie?! Why can’t we take it? We can do it!”

Jiwoon wrapped his arms around Taecheon’s neck, more like pulling him than embracing him.

“Assistant Lee, wait.”

“Let’s take it! Let’s make it a great one!”

Giggling, Jiwoon pulled Taecheon up.

“On the bed~! Let’s lie down. Both of us, let’s lie down.”

Completely drunk, Jiwoon started singing a strange song as he swayed. He headed towards the terrace instead of the bed, and Taecheon firmly grabbed his wrist.

“Huh?!”

Jiwoon hiccuped, his eyes half-closed and unfocused.

“The bed you need to go to is over there, not here.”

Taecheon’s voice was deep and his gaze intense. Despite being drunk, Jiwoon felt the man’s strong grip, his scent, and the dangerous atmosphere.

Gulp. He swallowed hard.

“Follow me.”

Taecheon led Jiwoon to the bed.

With long strides, Jiwoon could only stagger and follow him, making a small sound.

The next moment, the world spun and Jiwoon found himself lying flat on the bed.

His wrists were immediately pinned down, pressed firmly against the mattress.

“Wha…?”

“Stay still. You’ll get hurt if you move.”

Taecheon’s low voice accompanied his tightening grip on Jiwoon’s wrists, making Jiwoon’s face flush even more.

Am I… crazy? My heart is pounding.

Looking up from below, Taecheon seemed almost sculpted. Sharp jawline, a strong, masculine nose, dark eyes shadowed by his eyelids.

Coupled with the unique, unrefined scent of an Alpha, Jiwoon’s face burned even hotter.

“You’re really drunk. Your face is all red.”

“Ah… that’s….”

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of everything.”

Though he mentioned taking a selfie, Taecheon’s words sounded strangely suggestive to Jiwoon’s ears.

“Let’s get ready.”

“Rea…dy.”

“We need to be careful.”

“Careful….”

“Stay still. Relax, yes. Just leave everything to me.”

Leave my body. To him.

In his drunken state, Jiwoon could barely discern whether the man before him was the director or not. The alcohol had hit him hard.

“…Please, do as you see fit….”

“Alright. Now, just lie down comfortably.”

Jiwoon let his whole body go slack and relaxed. Taecheon released Jiwoon’s wrist and lay down beside him. Their shoulders and arms touched, radiating heat, making Jiwoon bite his lips.

“Don’t bite your lips. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Oh, okay….”

Taecheon picked up his phone and framed them both in the shot. Click. The photo was taken.

“Are you sleepy?”

“Yes… very.”

“Then sleep.”

“Mmh….”

Jiwoon closed his eyes softly.

A warm hand brushed back Jiwoon’s hair and caressed his forehead.

As if being sucked into a distant dream, Jiwoon drifted off completely.

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The next morning, Jiwoon woke up with a headache.

Whether it was the aftereffect of the wine or a massive hangover, he wasn’t sure.

“Oh, my….”

Holding his throbbing head, he tried to sit up, but the bed was so warm.

Does this Jeju resort have heated mats? This is a whole new level. It’s so cozy and nice.

As he thought about it and tried to snuggle more into the warm mat, he noticed a familiar silhouette in front of him.

“Ah!”

It wasn’t a heated mat enveloping Jiwoon but a person radiating body heat.

Taecheon had one arm wrapped around Jiwoon, and they were facing each other, sleeping.

What… what is this position?

Why am I here sleeping while hugging this person?

Jiwoon began piecing together the fragments of his broken memory.

I must have gotten too drunk on wine last night and just passed out.

So embarrassing.

Should I make a run for it?

Jiwoon, sweating nervously, started to wriggle out of Taecheon’s embrace.

At that moment, Taecheon’s strong arm shot out and grabbed Jiwoon.

Jiwoon couldn’t move due to the firm grip.

Wh-what is this…!

“Sleep more….”

Taecheon murmured in a deep voice. Shortly after, he fell silent again.

What’s going on?

Is he doing this in his sleep?

Does he know it’s me he’s holding?

Jiwoon was so shocked his heart pounded.

He had no choice but to lie back down, but sleep wouldn’t come; instead, he became more alert.

His vision cleared, and he could see Taecheon’s face perfectly.

Faint dawn light filtered through the window.

Although the room was very dark, the strong, penciled contours and sharp lines of Taecheon’s face were unmistakable.

Even though they’ve shared a bed as a couple for over a month, this was the first time Jiwoon had observed him sleeping so soundly.

Usually, Jiwoon fell asleep first and woke up late.

In the morning, Taecheon was always up, showered, and sipping black coffee on an empty stomach, so Jiwoon had never had the chance to watch him sleep.

He sleeps so peacefully. No snoring, and his breathing is quiet. Except for hugging me, he’s a good sleeping partner…

Who am I kidding? What’s good about this?

Jiwoon gently removed the heavy arm wrapped around him and carefully slipped out of bed.

Fortunately, Taecheon seemed to be in a deep sleep and didn’t wake up or try to stop him from leaving.

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