OMS 102

Park Dong-sik’s gaze followed Kim Jun-han intently with every move he made. When he stared like a predator eyeing its prey, Kim Jun-han brought over some coffee and approached. Park Dong-sik quickly turned his attention to the TV.

“What is it? You look like you have a lot to say to me.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Tell me. Why are you acting like this?”

After thinking things over, Park Dong-sik lowered the volume and turned toward Kim Jun-han.

“Who was that person with you at the department store earlier today?”

“Secretary Choi?”

“No, that refined-looking man. You two were smiling and looking at each other affectionately.”

After briefly recalling, Kim Jun-han answered casually.

“He’s my cousin. He’s the president of that department store.”

Park Dong-sik’s expression noticeably brightened.

“Ah, he was a relative.”

“Were you concerned?”

“Haha, concerned? No, just curious. Wouldn’t anyone think it strange to see someone walking around with an unfamiliar person holding hands?”

“Liar. We weren’t holding hands.”

“Okay, I’ll correct myself. Walking side by side. Better?”

As he fiddled with the remote, feeling awkward about his needless suspicion, Kim Jun-han sat close and leaned his head on him. His pheromone scent hit strongly, almost making Park Dong-sik drop the remote.

“W-What are you doing suddenly? A pheromone attack?”

“I’m happy. Being suspected by you.”

“Happy about being suspected…Why are you acting so weird?”

“It means you care about me, at least.”

His heart raced as Kim Jun-han’s breath touched his ear while whispering. 

“Move away a bit…” 

As he turned his head, their lips naturally met. Kim Jun-han’s tongue entered, exploring and entwining, then sucking until Park Dong-sik’s tongue felt numb.

When their lips parted, Kim Jun-han’s eyes revealed his raw desire. He slipped his hand under Park Dong-sik’s clothes, touching his belly before moving up to caress his chest. Every time his fingertips brushed against a nipple, it sent tingles throughout his body. As Park Dong-sik breathed heavily, Kim Jun-han pinched and rolled the nipple between his fingers.

“Mmm…”

Park Dong-sik bit his lower lip and slid his hand between Kim Jun-han’s legs. Suddenly, one of the twins inside his belly kicked hard. He collapsed forward with a grunt, and Kim Jun-han looked at him worriedly.

“Are you okay?”

“Wow, are these kids playing soccer in there or something…”

“Where? Here?”

Kim Jun-han gently massaged the lower part of his belly as if trying to soothe it. Park Dong-sik burst into laughter as the heated atmosphere completely shattered. Kim Jun-han laughed along with him, then laid Park Dong-sik down and started massaging his calves and feet.

“Does that feel good?”

Park Dong-sik smiled, becoming more and more relaxed.

“Very. Actually, my legs were hurting after the department store. It’s strange to think my legs would hurt from just walking—that would never have happened to my old self.”

“What was it like before?”

“What?”

“When you lived as Park Dong-sik. I’m curious about how you spent your days.”

“Nothing special. Spent all day collecting debts, chasing after people who wouldn’t pay. Then I’d drink heavily in the evening and go for a run around the neighborhood in the morning for exercise.”

“You lived diligently. Even running in between all that.”

Feeling his sincerity, Park Dong-sik laughed.

“It feels refreshing after working up a good sweat. Of course, now I can’t run even if I want to. I tried running about 100 meters once? Felt like my lungs would burst.”

“After you give birth, exercise with me.”

“What kind of exercise do you like?”

“I do most things.”

“Even martial arts?”

“I trained for a few years.”

“It’s no wonder. When you fought with Kim Tae-han before, your form looked sharp.”

“Besides exercise, what do you like?”

“Money?”

“What else?”

“Sexy men in suits.”

“Ah, that’s why you’re with me.”

Park Dong-sik was amazed at how his expression didn’t change at all. This person gets more shameless the more you look at him. But it wasn’t wrong. It was true that Kim Jun-han perfectly embodied his ideal type. Plus he was rich, which happened to be the icing on the cake.

As they chatted quietly, Park Dong-sik gradually grew sleepy and spoke less. Even then, his mind was complicated thinking about meeting Lee Hee-soo tomorrow. What should he say first when they meet? Was someone with such a fragile personality managing well? He hoped he was living a better life than before. May peace have found you too.

***

Park Dong-sik was amazed looking around the airplane’s interior. It’s so different from what I saw on TV! The seats were one thing, but why was there a sofa? And it was premium leather, with a large table in front big enough for meetings.

Is this first class? It’s better than I expected.

Park Dong-sik nervously glanced to the side. There sat Secretary Choi, not Kim Jun-han, checking something on his tablet. He had accompanied Park Dong-sik from home, probably conscious of the attention they might attract at the crowded airport.

Being seen together while divorced and visibly pregnant would instantly become gossip. There were already rumors circulating about their reconciliation, but he had no idea how that might affect Kim Jun-han.

“Secretary Choi?”

Secretary Choi looked up from his tablet.

“Why aren’t there other passengers?”

“What?”

“Why are we the only passengers?”

“It’s a private jet.”

“Huh?”

“The CEO’s private jet.”

Private jet? So this belongs to Kim Jun-han? I remember cursing at a drama where a rich person flew their private jet to Japan just to eat ramen, calling it wasteful, and now here I am in that world…

He studied Secretary Choi’s profile. Every time he saw him, he noticed how handsome and proper he was. According to Kim Yoon-ah, he graduated from a good university and came from a good family. I wonder if he has a partner yet. He’d be good with Kim Yoon-ah.

“Um, Secretary Choi…”

Park Dong-sik smiled his most friendly smile. Just as he was about to speak, heavy footsteps approached from behind. Sure enough, Kim Jun-han sat down beside him.

After giving Park Dong-sik a glance, he had a long discussion about work with Secretary Choi. Half of it was incomprehensible to Park Dong-sik, so he turned his attention elsewhere.

“I’ll be going now.”

As Secretary Choi stood up to leave, Park Dong-sik asked in confusion.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to the company.”

“Oh, I thought all three of us were going.”

Through the window, he could see Secretary Choi’s retreating figure. When he briefly turned back, Park Dong-sik waved goodbye. Then he met Kim Jun-han’s eyes, which held a somewhat displeased expression.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes, it’s my first time on a plane.”

“No, I mean with Secretary Choi. First you took money from my wallet without saying anything, and now you seem quite close?”

Money? When? Park Dong-sik remembered taking a check from Kim Jun-han’s wallet and giving it to Secretary Choi when Kim Jun-han was drunk. He’d wondered why Kim Jun-han hadn’t mentioned it—it turned out he remembered.

“Don’t tell me you’re upset about the money?”

“It’s not about the money. It’s about you smiling at him every time you see him.”

When did I smile like that? Try as he might, he couldn’t remember. Did I smile? Me? Meanwhile, the plane began preparing for takeoff. Park Dong-sik nervously looked out the window. As the plane turned onto the runway and gradually increased speed, his shoulders tensed.

Seeing him take a deep breath, Kim Jun-han glanced over and held his hand. As the aircraft left the ground, his ears felt blocked. Park Dong-sik swallowed and looked at Kim Jun-han.

“I think I have acrophobia. I’m shaking?”

Looking outside, the buildings now appeared toy-sized. It felt like viewing a Lego village. When the clear sky spread before him, Park Dong-sik let out an exclamation that belied his earlier nervousness.

“Wow, look at the sky! This is the highest I’ve ever been. I feel like I need to pee.”

Making a fuss, he absently looked at the floor and tilted his head. Huh? Unlike himself who had neatly removed his white sneakers, Kim Jun-han was still wearing his shoes. After looking around, Park Dong-sik whispered secretly in Kim Jun-han’s ear.

“Take them off quickly.”

Kim Jun-han furrowed his brow.

“Here?”

“Hurry.”

Pointing downward, Kim Jun-han looked and made an odd expression.

“Just take them off quickly before it becomes a controversy in the newspapers. It would be embarrassing if it came out as ‘Chaebol’s Shoe Harassment’ or something. And when the peanuts come later, just accept and eat them without complaint. Understood?”

Kim Jun-han nodded and removed his shoes, placing them aside. Seeing this, Park Dong-sik patted his shoulder saying “Good boy.” Kim Jun-han leaned slightly on the armrest, quietly covering his mouth with his hand. Absorbed in the view outside, Park Dong-sik failed to notice the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement.