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SERIES: An Impure Reunion
CHAPTER: An Impure Reunion Chapter 54
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54.
"Will you kiss me?"
At the words that flowed from Jian's lips, Taejun's hand froze in mid-air.
He had never expected her to say something like this.
Unlike his usual assertive self, he hesitated, with Jian right before his eyes.
He had thought it would be enough to simply hold her hand for a moment before sending her off.
But with Jian approaching him like this, Taejun had no idea how to react.
"Jian."
Every time you call my name like that, 'Jian,' I'm reminded anew of how beautiful my name can be.
I heard from my grandmother that my late parents gave me that name, hoping I would possess wise insight.
That's why I sometimes felt sorry toward my parents.
Because I had never once resolved anything wisely.
There were times when the name felt like a burden.
But whenever he called my name, my heart always fluttered.
It was as if he was letting me know that I was getting a little closer to the meaning of my name.
With Taejun before her, Jian's heart began to wear thin with anticipation.
"Taejun, hurry."
She wanted to be closer to this man, right this instant.
Jian put a little strength into her grip, pulling on the collar of Taejun's shirt.
At her pull, Taejun easily rose to his feet.
The moment he stood, Jian rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.
When she clumsily bit his lower lip, Taejun's hands firmly grasped her waist.
Their breaths, thick and heated, mingled deeply.
As the intimacy of their touch deepened, Jian's body was gradually pushed back.
When her back touched the bookshelf, Taejun hastily pulled his lips away.
"Stop, stop..."
Taejun tried to push Jian away, struggling to regain his composure.
As if to mock his efforts, Jian provoked him even further.
Their lips met once again.
Touching as if they were a perfect match from the start, their lips drank each other in.
Even Taejun, who had been struggling to push her away, ultimately couldn't withstand her provocation.
He cupped Jian's face, desperate to possess her more deeply.
When their lips parted for a moment, Jian clutched his collar and said, "Hold me."
That single phrase struck Taejun's heart with force.
Taejun gently caressed Jian's lips, now colored by his own.
"Honestly..."
A mother and a daughter, why were they so determined not to leave him be?
No matter how sturdy Taejun's walls were, it seemed he was bound to fall for Jian and Seol-ah's enticements.
In the end, he swept Jian up into his arms.
On the way to their bedroom, his lips found Jian's several more times.
When Taejun laid Jian on the bed, she nuzzled her face against his hand.
The touch of her lips as she did so tantalized him.
"Are you trying to torture me?"
"Taejun, hurry."
Jian wrapped her arms around Taejun's neck and began to plead.
Taejun bit his lower lip and took off his shirt.
"Don't you dare regret this, Heo Jian."
His lips found Jian's once more.
In tune with his movements, she craved him all the more, exploring him again and again as if in longing.
' ' '
Leaving a deep, lingering feeling behind, the two entered the bathtub together.
The warm water and hazy steam made the afterglow between them even thicker.
Taejun's lips continuously touched the nape of Jian's neck.
Jian's body responded artlessly to his lips.
When Taejun's lips reached her shoulder, Jian caressed his fingers, which were wrapped around her waist.
"Taejun."
"Yes."
The concise yet clear voice stimulated Jian's ear.
I love your voice.
I love your neat fingertips.
I love these strong arms that hold me.
And.
"..."
I started to love all those things, and in the end, I ended up loving you, too.
I know that the feelings you've shown me and my own feelings are not so different.
But if there is a difference between you and me, it's that...
I also know full well that while you are honest, I am trying desperately to hide my heart.
Jian sent all her emotions deep into her heart and held onto Taejun's arm.
As if telling him to hold her tighter, much tighter.
'Please understand, even if I'm this selfish.'
I'll just continue to be a selfish person.
I'll selfishly leave you, putting your loneliness aside.
"I'm sorry."
In the end, the words 'I love you' never left Jian's lips.
Taejun felt a pang of disappointment at her words, but instead of dwelling on it, he pulled her closer into his embrace.
"I know."
He knew her heart all too well, and so, these were the only words he could offer.
Taejun spoke as he held Jian tighter.
Jian was like a piece that fit perfectly in Taejun's arms.
Having to send her away, a woman who was like a part of him, was not an easy thing for Taejun.
"Go and live well, Jian."
And yet, Taejun steeled his resolve to let her go.
Soon after they entered the airport early in the morning, Jian tightly gripped Seol-ah's hand.
"Mom, your hand hurts."
"It does? I'm sorry, Seol-ah."
She had been holding on as if she would never let go, prompting Seol-ah to complain that it hurt.
The reason Jian was being this way was because Seol-ah had disappeared once at the airport before.
Perhaps because she was reliving that memory, all of Jian's attention was focused on Seol-ah.
"Ma'am? Could you please check your luggage?"
"Ah, yes."
At the flight attendant's words, Jian finally tore her eyes away from Seol-ah for a brief moment.
As if sensing Jian's reluctance to let go of the child's hand, the moment Jian released her grip, Taejun took it.
Seol-ah grasped Taejun's hand in return and smiled brightly.
"Mister!"
"Seol-ah."
"Yes, Mister."
Taejun looked at the child for a moment without a word.
Will I ever be able to call this name again?
Will a day ever come again when I can call you Seol-ah and hold your hand like this?
Taejun looked at the child again and again, as if engraving her into his mind.
But then, worried she might wear away under his gaze, he hastily looked away.
"Do you think you'll be okay on the plane today?"
"I'm super, super good at flying! You saw at the amusement park last time!"
"Right, you were, weren't you? Mister was worried for nothing."
Taejun chuckled emptily as he continued to stroke the back of the child's hand.
If I send you off today, I'll probably never see you again.
I'm sending you and your mother away to give you freedom, after all.
"Mister, what's wrong?"
Seol-ah noticed Taejun's somber expression and tilted her head.
Taejun held the tilting Seol-ah's hand even tighter.
"Seol-ah."
There are dozens, hundreds of things I want to do for you, but the one thing I can actually do for you...
Is to let you go for the sake of your future.
That's all there is.
"Seol-ah."
Taejun caressed Seol-ah's face.
His touch was filled with a lingering sorrow, as if trying to commit everything to memory.
Seol-ah found it strange that Taejun kept calling her name.
While the child was tilting her head, Taejun placed something around her neck.
"Wow, what's this?"
"A present."
It was a necklace with a small, heart-shaped gold pendant.
Seol-ah touched the necklace around her neck, fascinated.
On the child's wrist was an anti-lost child bracelet with Jian's number on it, which she had put on her after they came to Korea.
Taejun had wanted to give Seol-ah something too.
He thought it would be nice to give her something that would help her remember him for a long time.
Seol-ah fiddled with the necklace and met Taejun's eyes.
"It's so pretty! When I get to Grace, I'll give you a present too, Mister!"
At the child's words, Taejun's gaze began to tremble.
Grace. It seemed Seol-ah thought he was going there with them.
He wondered how he should tell her that he couldn't, in fact, go with them.
Taejun finally avoided Seol-ah's gaze and spoke carefully.
"Mister... I don't think I can go with you, Seol-ah."
At his words, Seol-ah's eyes widened in surprise.
When Taejun glanced over to check the child's reaction, her lips were jutting out in a pout.
Then, she lowered the hand that had been fiddling with the necklace on her neck.
"Why aren't you coming with us, Mister?"
"I'm sorry, Seol-ah."
Taejun's voice was devoid of strength.
So the only answer I can give you is 'I'm sorry.'
He wanted to say something better, but Taejun felt a sense of powerlessness at the fact that there was nothing more he could say.
"Mister will come... visit."
Even as he said it, there was no conviction in Taejun's expression.
In truth, Taejun had no intention of visiting them after sending them to London.
He knew that if he kept appearing before them, the child would be confused, and Jian would suffer watching her.
So, I'm sorry for this too. I'm sorry for making a promise I can't keep.
Just then, tears suddenly began to well up in Seol-ah's eyes.
Taejun, flustered by the child's tears, was about to caress her face when she spoke.
"I'm sad."
Author: Donggeurami (Son Yoon-seo)
Published by: Toonplus
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ISBN: 9791157738274
© Donggeurami (Son Yoon-seo), 2022
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