Chapter 227.2

Chapter 227.2

‘No, it was hard. It was hard, but…’

‘Still, I had a brother like you…’

When she lifted her wet eyes, she saw the first light of dawn streaming through the window. As she woke from the strange dream, tears fell without her realizing it.

Seoryeong wiped her eyes with dry hands, not understanding why she was crying. It was just a feeling.

A certainty that the past, which seemed unbreakable, had quietly slipped away.

She wiped the tears from her face with a blank expression, gathering her emotions. This moment marked the final chapter of Sonya that she had to cover herself.

‘Still, Kia… If we meet again, I hope all your memories have faded.’

“—”

A heaviness settled in one part of her chest. However, even she thought it was an absurd wish, and a hollow laugh slipped out. Then, the door suddenly opened, and familiar faces appeared before her eyes.

“Hey, Han Seoryeong!”

Seoryeong’s face lit up as soon as she saw Ki Taemin and Jin Hojae, who were stuck in the narrow doorway. Only then did she notice the cast on one of her arms and the protective braces on her shoulder, ankle, and wrist.

Her bottom lip, clearly torn, was sore, and her cheeks were swollen, as if she had just had her wisdom teeth removed.

A tired sigh rose up to her throat, but as she looked around, the faint dawn light poured into the gloomy room. Seoryeong immediately stiffened her face.

“Where is the instructor?”

“Ah, well… about that…”

A look of awkwardness passed over Jin Hojae’s face. Seoryeong jumped out of bed, not even bothering with slippers, and limped straight for the door. As she moved boldly, the remaining members hesitated and followed.

“Hey, you should rest for at least a few weeks!”

“Han Seoryeong, calm down and lie back down for a moment!”

She heard the scolding from both sides, but Seoryeong shoved the members aside and left the room.

“Where is this place?”

“I heard it’s a villa in Sakhalin! While you were unconscious, Han Seoryeong, you received emergency treatment, and it was the same for the team leader. But the team leader’s injury is a bit more severe, so he said it would be better for him to rest here for a few weeks.”

“Which room is it?”

“Well…”

Jin Hojae ruffled the back of his head roughly.

“I was specifically told to have them rest separately!”

“By who?”

“By Channa, actually, I don’t know. It was some noisy guy. He suddenly barged in through our communication code, frothing at the mouth… His voice, not even bulked up, was so sharp and grating. He said all kinds of weird nonsense… that if the two of them were put together, it wouldn’t help them heal… just bizarre ramblings…”

Seoryeong let the words of her fellow officer drift into one ear while she opened and closed several doors. Then, when she opened one door, she pushed the doorknob with such force that her knuckles turned white.

Inside the spacious room, there was only one bed, and Lee Wooshin lay sound asleep. The bruises on his body, visible beneath his loungewear, were horrific, and his hands, bandaged thickly as if they had been burned by electric wires, were in a sorry state. His complexion, dimmed by the dawn light, looked terribly pale and injured.

“….”

Seoryeong locked the door to prevent the others from entering. Limping, she approached him, pulled the blanket back, and snuggled into the empty space beside him.

She exposed his forearm, rested her head against his firm armpit, and closed her eyes as if to sleep. Suddenly, a tightness gripped her nose. This was my home.

My, our, home…

But she wanted more. She wanted him more. Overcome by a strange desire, Seoryeong pulled him even closer. His neck smelled strongly of disinfectant, but she couldn’t resist. She leaned in and licked it. Their bodies pressed together, thumping rapidly.

She stroked his solid thigh, slipping her hand under his shirt to caress his skin. A sudden ache between her legs made her tongue feel wet, but she squeezed her eyes shut.

She just wanted to sleep peacefully beside him. When she opened her eyes again, she hoped to see his gray eyes, clear and sharp, like before, with bright pupils staring back at her…

“Are you done?”

At that moment, his low voice snapped her back to reality.