DTM | Chapter 2.4

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“Writer Yoo, did you catch the last train safely after ignoring my call last night?”

A heavy arm wrapped around my shoulder from behind. I smacked his arm off and turned to face him.

“Thanks to your consideration.”

All night long, I had steeled myself against whatever delusions Kwon Yi-tae might entertain, no matter how he tried to twist my insides with his words. The guy standing before me was no ex-boyfriend, no savior. He was a predator, circling, waiting for a chance to devour me whole. Summoning every ounce of my battle instinct, I stood firm. But the next thing out of Kwon Yi-tae’s mouth rattled my composure.

“I heard from Kim PD that your apartment’s in Yangjae.”

“…….”

“Coincidentally, yesterday’s filming location was also Yangjae. Less than a 10-minute walk, I heard.”

Damn it. The lie I threw out yesterday had come back to bite me. Swallowing my frustration, I forced a strained smile. Ha-ha. Kwon Yi-tae mirrored me with a scrunched nose and a smirk.

For several seconds, only silent smiles passed between us. But beneath the surface, a sharp tension crackled, an unspoken duel between barbed gazes.

“I didn’t realize the actor was so interested in me.”

“I’m just curious.”

“About what? My home address? What are you, a stalker? Why on earth are you interested in something like that?”

“Why were you staring at my dick? You got my hopes up, only to leave. It made me wonder—are we playing a game of push and pull?”

“Ah, that was….”

Staring at his crotch yesterday had been my mistake. I shouldn’t have cared whether his dick was hard or not. While I was still fumbling for words, I heard someone announce that the set was ready. Kwon Yi-tae leaned down, his breath brushing my ear.

“People can like dicks, you know.” 

“…….”

“No need to be shy and look as much as you want. Just don’t go staring at the wrong one.”

He gave my shoulder a light squeeze before walking past me.

“…Shit. How embarrassing.”

 

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Click. Click.

The mouse cursor flitted back and forth across the glowing monitor. The monotonous sound of clicks signaled that someone was still in the writer’s office, long past regular working hours. After hurriedly revising the script and sending it via email, I glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen. 4 a.m.

I rubbed my aching eyes and turned on the ambient lighting. The warm orange glow pushed back the darkness slightly. Should I head home or just spend the night here in the office? As I deliberated, I heard the sound of the door opening behind me. Reflexively, I turned my head. No one was supposed to come here.

The face that entered was completely unexpected.

“…Kwon Yi-tae?”

He looked as though he’d just wrapped up a photoshoot, his appearance perfectly polished from head to toe. The shadows obscured half his face, making it impossible to read his expression. He began moving toward me, and with every step, the air grew heavier, pressing against my chest.

“Why are you here… suddenly?”

A large hand reached out and snapped my laptop shut with a sharp clack. His fingers brushed the laptop’s surface lazily before skimming over the back of my hand resting on the desk. The slow, deliberate movements felt like they were unfolding in a movie, each frame drawn out. A tingle shot through me as if a small electric current had passed between us. I flinched and looked up.

Our gazes locked in the silence, lingering on one another. His darkened eyes were heavy with unmistakable desire. Meeting that gaze made my fingertips tremble, and every breath I exhaled carried with it a peculiar heat.

The cool predawn air turned stiflingly hot in an instant. It was as though his desire had infected me, kindling an unquenchable thirst. What’s happening to me…? I knew this was wrong, yet my body refused to listen.

An uncontrollable hunger stirred within me, driving me to the edge. This is dangerous. Clinging desperately to the fragments of my unraveling rationality, I managed to stammer out a question.

“H-how did you get in here…?”

Kwon Yi-tae’s hand clasped mine tightly, leaving no room to pull away.

“Mmngh…!”

His shadow enveloped me, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss so all-consuming it rendered any reason for the act meaningless. The fragile grip I had on my self-control shattered completely. The solid press of his body against mine, the heat of his touch—it all felt too good. Nothing else mattered anymore.

“Mmhh, mm.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I clung to him, exhaling needy breaths between fervent kisses. Crash! Kwon Yi-tae swept an arm across the table, knocking my laptop and papers to the floor. A pang of guilt flitted through my mind as I saw them tumble, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. He effortlessly lifted me onto the desk, settling me on the edge.

“Hah… Hah…”

The brief moment our lips parted felt like deprivation, but the kiss resumed with unrestrained urgency. His tongue pushed into my mouth, tangling with mine in a slick, heated dance. He teased along the edges of my tongue, sucking at it greedily, even swallowing the pooled saliva between us.

“Mmhh, more, more…”

The hunger bubbled up inside me, scorching my insides. Even as our bodies connected, the desire to be closer gnawed at me, threatening to devour my sanity. I could feel Kwon Yi-tae smirking against my lips, his amusement unmistakable.

“Yoo Eunha, you’re dying to get fucked, aren’t you?”

“A-ah, mmnh, no, no…”

At my denial, Kwon Yi-tae bit down on my lower lip, a sharp yet teasing punishment. His teeth pressed hard enough to make me flinch, but I felt no pain, only the intoxicating sensation of him marking me.

He parted one of my thighs, pressing his hips flush against mine. Through the thin fabric of our clothes, I could feel the substantial bulge of his arousal. As he ground against me, his hands roamed—gliding up my waist, caressing my back, and eventually tangling in my hair and gripping the back of my neck.

“Touch it.”

Kwon Yi-tae grabbed my hand, guiding it to his hard length. Even through the fabric, the sheer size of him in my palm made my heart race with a mix of fear and anticipation. My fingers fumbled to undo his belt, pulling it free, and scraped lightly over the damp fabric of his boxers with my nails.

He exhaled a pleased sigh, leaning close to murmur into my ear.

“Take it out. Touch it properly.”

“……”

“You love my cock, don’t you?”

“What are you—mmnh… ah.”

“Don’t act coy. Your body’s already begging for it. How did you hold back this long?”

His gaze bore into me, as if he were ready to pin me down and claim me at any moment. His intensity left me trembling, caught in the heat that coursed through my body, spiraling toward an inevitable breaking point. A pitiful whimper escaped my lips as the ache became unbearable.

Kwon Yi-tae’s thumb brushed over my lips slowly, tantalizingly.

“Do you want more?”

“Haa… No, I can’t…”

“Just be honest. Take me. I’m all yours.”

Kwon Yi-tae whispered with a trace of laughter in his voice. No, no… I lowered my head, avoiding his gaze. His large hands cupped my cheeks and jaw with ease, lifting my face. Kwon Yi-tae’s eyes moved as he looked down at me.

He could see through me—through all my filthy, tangled desires.

I had no choice but to yield to Kwon Yi-tae, who leaned in close, as if about to kiss me.

“Mmnh… Put it in… Put it in, Kwon Yi-tae.”

 

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Beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep!

I jolted upright as though I’d been yanked from sleep. The deafening sound of my phone alarm rattled in my ears. My heart was pounding so fast it felt like it might burst, and my head was clouded with confusion. I stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment before the realization hit: it was all a dream.

“Ah….”

A crushing wave of humiliation and self-loathing washed over me.

“Ahhh! I must be insane! Just die, die!”

I didn’t even bother turning off the alarm as I yanked at the bedsheets in frustration. Screaming, thrashing, I flailed about until my stomach lurched, forcing me to gag. In a matter of seconds, I had burned through every ounce of energy I had. My hair spilled messily over my face as I gasped for air. Why on earth had I dreamed about Kwon Yi-tae like that?

 

“People can like dicks, you know.”

 

The mocking words he’d said flashed through my mind. Was I… was I really someone who obsessed over a man’s genitals? The thought flitted through my head but was dismissed just as quickly. No, it had to be Kwon Yi-tae’s perverse imagination rubbing off on me. That had to be the only explanation. There was no other reason I could think of.

It hadn’t even been a few days since I vowed not to fall for any of his schemes, and yet here I was, dreaming of throwing myself at him like I was the desperate one.

“Ugh! Why? Why?!”

My mind was a chaotic mess, on the verge of exploding. If I didn’t resolve these delusions somehow, I feared it wouldn’t just end in dreams—I might actually do something regrettable. I tried to calm myself, retracing my memories to find the moment this strange phenomenon began. If I could pinpoint the cause, maybe I could figure out a solution.

 

“They say a virgin drowned himself in that forest last year.”

“If he killed himself, he killed himself—what does being a virgin have to do with it?”

“Apparently, after forty years, he confessed to the woman he loved and got brutally rejected. The heartbreak was too much, so he just… offed himself.”

“What is he, some kind of fragile fish?”

“Shh. Watch your mouth. Don’t you think it’s weird that accidents keep happening there? That’s why I brought it up.”

“Are you saying the virgin ghost cursed them or something?”

 

“…A virgin ghost.”

There was only one thing that came to mind. It had all started after I fell into that pond. The sensation of Kwon Yi-tae’s hand touching me in the water, the strange jolt of electricity—I could still feel it vividly. I exhaled a long, deflated sigh as I stared at the ceiling.

“Could it be… that the virgin ghost possessed me?”

It sounded ridiculous, but at this point, the absurd explanation felt like the most plausible one.

So what now? Should I get an exorcism? I pulled out my phone and searched online. A quick glance at the prices left me reeling. Some were as low as a million won, while others soared into the tens of millions. What kind of free-market madness was happening in the spiritual world?

Trying to stay logical, I analyzed my situation calmly. For now, I wasn’t seeing ghosts or experiencing physical pain. My health seemed fine. The only issue was these intrusive delusions, and even those only happened when Kwon Yi-tae was nearby.

No need to rush off to some random shaman and waste money. I’d take my time and think it through. Saturday was free from filming, so maybe I could visit somewhere then….

“Hah. Let’s just get cleaned up.”

The world could be ending, but work didn’t wait.