Chapter 1: Get Drunk
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Luka hated drinking, and everything associated with it: the bitter taste of alcohol on his tongue, the shattered beer glasses, the dazzling, colorful lights of the bar, the cheap side dishes, the drunken street vendors, the beer-bellied people who urged him to drink, and not to mention the vomit from unknown sources.
This wasn't an excuse for his inability to drink; he genuinely disliked it, and sometimes even took it upon himself to dislike those who enjoyed drinking.
So why he was here, with a drunk, was hard to explain——cuz he was drunk too.
Hyuna has many life mottoes, even switch it daily, but the ones she mentions most often are: "You only live once, enjoy it!" "Today we must get drunk!" "Ah, what do you mean it's too late? How can that be? Just relax!"
Her mottoes apply to many situations, like when she pushed Dewey who didn't want to go clubbing during a company offsite activitie and yelled, "You only live once!" Or when she was drinking, she always shouted, "Everyone, drink to death with me today!" Or when Jacob bluntly pressed her on work progress, she told her frantic colleague Isaac, "Don't worry, it will finish on time~"
This "live every day like it's your last" mentality permeates Hyuna's life.
She frequented the bar near her home so many times that the owner reflexively pulled out her bottle of whiskey whenever she saw her.
One night, while pouring a glass of wine, she jokingly said, "You've spent enough to open your own bar."
Hyuna was good with math, so she told she it was still too early. However, she had a firm idea in mind: "Opening a bar and get free drinks".
So, two months later, she became a co-owner and singer at a bar around the corner from her office building.
The name for her bar came up almost instantly, earning Dewey's approval, Jacob's shrug, and even a quip from her younger brother: "The name is just too vulgar."
Hyuna clarified that she hadn't meant it that way, and blamed it on those vulgar people for judging others through tinted glasses.
Isaac was more direct. "Why don't you just change it to 419? I think business will be booming.”
“And the cop will patrolling your area more often.”He addressed.
"That's fine," Hyuna thought for a moment, but finally decided to name her bar "Only 1 Night”. Just like Isaac predicted, business was booming, and even the boss herself sometimes have to made reservations beforehand just for a drink.
Jacob also got a stake in the bar, earning Hyuna's praise for his long-term vision.
The reason she co-founded Rebel Army was literally simple: Before her graduation, a senior who had quit his job to start his own business asked her, "Do you want to join?" Without a second thought, she said, "Sure, count me in."
During a company team-building event, a subordinate asked Hyuna, "Why did you believe the boss's promises?"
Even after drinking a bottle of foreign liquor, she eloquently recounted Jacob's strengths, including how he took care of her during college and how he'd traveled thousands of miles to bring her medicine when she was sick.
The subordinate was moved to tears.
Dewey couldn't help but lean over to Hyuna's ear and ask,
"No, Jacob just lent you his notes for a day before the final exam. Why are you making it sound like he tutored us for free for four years of college?"
"And that time you delivered the medicine? You were clearly drunk and called Jacob and me countless times, so we had to skip class to bring you the bean sprout soup you requested!"
Hyuna ignored him, lifted her glass to her lips, took a sip of the liquor, leaned forward, and winked at Dewey covertly.
She's always been so friendly with everyone. As a team leader, she remembers every team member's name and loves to treat everyone to dinner.
No one who's worked on a project with her hasn't been to her house for a party. The thing her employees love most about her is that Team Leader Hyuna is the quickest to approve casual leave, and she approves it for almost any reason.
A few days ago, a little girl on the project team ran into Hyuna's desk crying, saying she'd been rejected by a girl.
Hyuna waved her hand and said, "I'll take you for a drive after get off work tonight. Don't come tomorrow, just stay home and get some rest."
Isaac, who witnessed the whole thing, reacted to her behavior with a smile: “Could you replace Jacob so that I can lie every day about being heartbroken and take 360 days off a year.”
“Huh, seems like you are satisfied with my approach, aren’t you?” Hyuna keenly heard Isaac's desire for rest and patted his shoulder. "How about I go out and work on my own, and you can just come with me?"
"What do you mean by working on your own?" The true boss Jacob appeared out of nowhere in Hyuna's office, glaring at them with a grin.
“Jacob Hyong!* your brother's trying to betray you~." Hyuna enjoying the chaos and stirring the spot.
Isaac didn't join Hyuna's usual drinking party that night.
Luka and Hyuna's first meeting owed to a contract neither of them initially cared about.
Before the contract's terms took effect, Luka and his colleagues had already moved into the new office Jacob rented. Due to a courier's mistake, they finished packing up well past seven, missing dinner altogether.
Everyone was a bit annoyed, and Luka was speechless.
The sudden notice had already put him in a bad mood. He'd barely started typing his resignation letter when a colleague rushed him into the car. The moment he stepped out, he was embraced by a white-haired man as solid as a refrigerator. He couldn't help but vomit. The peacemaker colleague quickly explained he suffered from severe motion sickness and it wasn't intentional.
Luka rolled his eyes. Even behind thick glasses, the gesture was unmistakable—malice practically oozed from his green frames.
The colleague shoved Luka away and shouted, “Oh my goddness, help poor Luka carry his stuff! Look, he's about to faint!”
So Luka ended up sitting in the brand-new office chair, typing an email to the lawyer on his laptop.
His lawyer replied promptly as to earn this big deal .
“Mr. Luka, If you sue your colleagues and the company together as defendants, I can offer you a special discount today. Offer expires tonight at 9 PM. Here's my payment card number:...”
Unfortunately, Luka never saw this message.
His new boss walked into the office with a warm smile.
“My sincere apologies for today. The sudden air conditioner failure made moving things even harder for everyone. How about grabbing a casual dinner together at the bar downstairs tonight? It'd be a great chance to get to know each other better?”
“-And everyone can take it easy tomorrow morning—no need to rush in too early.”
The office erupted in excitement as soon as the new boss finished speaking.
Luka had no desire to go. But he knew that if he announced his refusal now, several people would take turns “persuading” him.
He’d never agreed to join those stupid, time-wasting team-building activities before, and every time, his annoying colleagues would put on a mask on and try to show their kindness by persuading him continuously——which was wasting his time.
So he decided to stay silent for now. Once everyone else left, he’d find an opportunity to slip away.
Saving time and effort, Luka thought, taking off the mask he'd been wearing for so long. He took another elevator downstairs and was about to text the driver to pick him up when a women stopped him.
The women, tall and imposing from a distance, leaned against a heavy motorcycle on the side of the road. The light and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her sunglasses, making it difficult to discern her expression.
The figure was perfectly positioned, blocking Luka's only planned path to another street to wait for the bus. He had no choice but to walk towards the black motorcycle.
When Luka was less than an arm's length away from the car, the woman suddenly spoke: "You're new here too, right?"
Her tone was so firm, it barely registers as a statement.
Luka paused, but continued to deny: "...I'm not..."
"Really? You're wearing the clothes of a programmer, right?" The woman approached him, almost overwhelming him.
Her sunglasses obscured her eyes, but her straight nose and thick eyebrows were still visible. "Don't be embarrassed. Our boss seems generous, but he's the one who pays the least! This opportunity is rare! Let's go and rip off him!"
"None of my business," Luka muttered to himself, "I'm quitting anyway, so you can't do anything to me."
He raised his foot to quickly walk away, but the clumsy glass on his nose, with his head lowered, suddenly disobeyed him and followed earth gravity.
His custom-made, thick-rimmed glasses were lifted by the other person's hand, so fast that Luka couldn't see clearly.
He followed the hand's movement upward, his gaze shifting upward. The streetlight overhead shone on the person's light orange lenses, allowing him to clearly see the corners of their eyes drooping.
Luka couldn't describe the feeling, but it wasn't the offense or disgust of being hugged by a white hair stranger.
The woman removed her sunglasses and tucked them into her lush hair, arching them slightly to reveal her full, smooth forehead.
Without the obstruction of the sunglasses, Luka finally saw what she looked like.
She was taller than him, so he had to tilt his head slightly. Her thick eyebrows, the upward curve of her eyes, perfectly matched their growth trajectory. Her long, curled lashes, like natural eyeliner, framed her gray-blue eyes, deep as the night sea.
The other person smiled, as if finally seeing Luka clearly, and jokingly said, "Wow, you're very beautiful, aren't you?"
The woman readily replaced her glasses on Luka's nose, and after seeing that his eyes were still intact, she added, "Why are you wearing glasses if you're not nearsighted?"
"Because I hate people staring at me." Luka, for some reason, spilled the truth, like a broken toy that keeps running even without being wound.
Even after hearing this excuse, the woman didn't look away.
"When you see something beautiful, you always want to take a second look. Just like right now, I want to look at you a little longer."
After explain to “something beautiful”, she chuckled.
Luka didn't know what she was laughing at, but he knew his face was hot, like he'd been drinking, making him uncomfortable and itchy inside.
The woman pushed one leg onto the scooter next to her and sat firmly on it. She took out the black helmet she had been holding and handed it to Luka.
"Okay, pretty boy, let's go. Just for the glasses I saved."
Five minutes later, Luka, to the astonished gazes of his colleagues, sat down at his least favorite drinking table.
Colleague A nudged Colleague B's arm and whispered.
"Oh my god, is that Luka?”
"The sun's rising from the west..."
"Isn't he said his family's rich? That's why he never comes to team building. Could it be that his family's bankrupt..."
Luka has excellent hearing, but unfortunately, his facial expressions are limited, and he frequently ignores his boss's instructions. This leads his colleagues to mistakenly believe that they can whisper at a normal volume in front of him without getting noticed.
This only further arouses Luka's aversion to human interaction, convincing him that those who enjoy such activities are just sycophants, slaving away over a hollow "promise" and burdening their livers and stomachs with inferior industrial products and fried foods.
You too?
He looked at the woman sitting diagonally across from him.
As soon as she entered the bar, several people surrounded her. Some called her “Boss” “Chief” “noona*” “ onni*”and everything in between.
Of course, most people just called her by her name.
The rock music playing in the bar was quite loud, forcing everyone to crane their necks and shout. During a break in the drums in the middle of the bar, Luka finally made out her name over the bass in the background.
"Hyuna!"
"Hyuna, I've got the drinks ready! I'm waiting for you!"
"Really? Looks like you're all ready to max out Jacob's credit card!"
Hyuna's presence only intensified as she joined the crowd.
She greeted everyone effortlessly, offering hugs and banter. She was able to engage with everyone, and accepting drinks from the bartender between conversations.
"Would you like a drink?" Hyuna handed her glass of whisky to Luka, who was standing behind her.
Luka frowned almost unconsciously. Even though it was hidden by his golden curls, Hyuna could still see the slightly wrinkled tip of his nose, and she immediately moved the still dripping wine bowl away.
"Can't drink? Then don't. I'll have them bring you some juice later."
She didn't try to persuade him, nor did she offer any extra words. Luka was even a little surprised.
She winked at Luka with a quizzical smile, then said something that was swallowed by the sound waves.
Luka paused, then sat down in the seat a colleague had vacated for him before he finally understood what she had said.
He felt that this person was like the wine: pungent, strong, dizzying, even poisonous.
Otherwise, why did he feel so dizzy when he was just drinking orange juice?
Isaac was a bit worried about the current situation. Dewey was a real pushover, and Hyuna was the jerk who always got along with Dewey.
And this is her place, she can do anything she wants.
As Jacob put it, it was like putting cesium in water and adding some fluorine—just wait for her to blow up this place.
Everyone's tolerance for alcohol is different, and so are their drinking habits.
Jacob can drink a lot, but he never drink more than three. Isaac's tolerance is average in crowd——and he can drink more when he's happy, but less so when he's feeling down. Dewey, on the other hand, is actually the worst drinker of the four, but because he's usually a bit swoony (Isaac's assessment), so it’s hard to tell whether he is drunk or not.
Hyuna is definitely not the best drinker, after all, she's the one who blacks out the most.
However, she's the one most favored by the god of alcohol. Even when she's completely drunk, she doesn't suffer from any adverse hangover symptoms. She's still full of energy the next day, even waking up to train at the gym.
Luka had rarely drunk since he passed out after accidentally consuming a bottle of liquor his parents had left on the table as a child.
All that lingered in his mind was the memory of waking up with a splitting headache and vomiting. That must have been the first time in his life that Luka hated his own mouth, because it was filled with a taste he hates most.
The glass in front of him was empty. Luka looked diagonally across the table: the seat there was also empty, nowhere to be found.
She had been drinking heavily, almost non-stop. A man with a scarred face whispered something to her. She shook her head, smiled, and refilled her glass, his words inaudible.
He thought for a moment and decided to leave. There was nothing particularly worth lingering about.
Just as he put the straw back into the glass, intense music suddenly ceased, and even the chatter that had been buried beneath the drumbeats stopped.
Everyone's eyes were like headless flies, unsure where to turn.
The drumbeats and piano keys vibrated in Luka's eardrums once again, the strings' melody overwhelming his hearing. Most of the female employees who had been sitting at the table next to him had scurried out, and the impolite white-haired man had taken the chair in front of him, obscuring most of his view.
He tilted his head slightly, finally taking in the scene on the stage piled high with bottles.
Her motorcycle jacket had been removed somewhere, leaving only a form-fitting black tank top. The straps, emblazoned with fluorescent lettering, were perfectly cinched around her neck and shoulders. The red guitar shone brightly in the dim bar lights, like a flame igniting her body.
Hyuna's tanned skin was already covered in sweat, likely from drinking too much, as if she'd just been sunbathing on a golden beach.
There was no singing, just a fitting guitar lick. Her canine teeth were caught in the long necklace on her chest, preventing it from interfering with her performance. Hyuna allowed her saliva to desecrate the silver cross.
One hand gripped the guitar neck, the other's slender, powerful fingers rapidly plucking the metal wire. Waves of sound surged into the minds of everyone present. Hyuna practically teased the audience, toying with her dazzling technique.
It was almost impossible to predict her next move, just like when she had just dangled the guitar by the tremolo arm, almost parallel to the ground. Everyone's ears were filled with a vibrato as hot as magma. And some eerie, even piercing, notes escaped from her fingers.
Seeing some people unconsciously covering their ears, she burst into laughter.
Amidst the intense piano music, there were screams, mostly from female colleagues, joyfully cheering, "Hyuna-san is so cool," "I'm so happy I'm going to faint," and from old employees, contentedly remarking, "I'm so lucky today, the boss's here!" There were also worried, "Oh my god, is she drunk?" "Definitely not!...right?"
"^^ We'll just have to wait and see."
Luka watched Hyuna put down her guitar and swiftly skip off the stage. She unashamedly tilted her head back and drank the wine the others had poured her from the bottle. Everyone was a little tipsy, so the hand holding the bottle was trembling.
The bottle tilted to the curve of Hyuna's lips, and the dark brown liquid flowed from her jaw, down her neck, then suddenly changed direction, along her collarbone, and into the edge of her tank top.
Even with blue-light-blocking lenses, Luka’s golden eyes caught the entire scene.
Hyuna's friends soon realized whether she was drunk or not.
She made her way through the crowd and grabbed the new resident programmer, who was standing there in a daze.
And gave Luka a rather deep kiss.
Luka felt a bitter, pungent taste fill his mouth, but more than that, an indescribable tactile sensation: the sting of canine teeth against his upper lip, the softness of his tongue, and a warmth rising from nowhere.
He felt dizzy.
Dewey burst into laughter, nearly throwing up his stomach. Jacob smiled and took pictures, thinking, "Oops, another good show!" Isaac continued to play with his boomerang.
"Look, I knew this place should be called 419!!!”
Chapter 2: “Aren't we dating?!?!"
Summary:
【One day after get off work, Luka and Hyuna were walking out the office door and happened to run into the other subordinates in their team. T
he off-duty address allowed for a more intimate atmosphere, and the girls covered their mouths and smiled.
Hyuna, who also loved to joke with them, teased, "Are you so happy because you won't be seeing me anymore?"
One girl smiled and shook her head, then pointed at Luka and Hyuna and said firmly, “Hyuna onni is going on a date with Luka again? You two are so sweet~"
Hyuna laughed heartily and said something she regretted.
"It's not a date, just a drink!"】
Notes:
I literally love the luhyu official comic in Patreon which is modern au and Luka threatened Hyuna to date him by pretending to jump off a bridge. Thus I expanded this plot and try my best to make it more interesting~
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Hyuna was refreshed when she got up.
No physical aches, no hangover headaches. If it had have anything, it was probably because most of the alcohol was served cold, which was still hard on the stomach.
She thought she should order takeout to eat something warm.
“Like kimchee soup or something.” She thought.
She reached for her phone, which was usually on the bedside table. Ceci, her bartender, always handled the aftermath. She was a nice girl, though occasionally impatient with her excessive drinking.
Sometimes, Hyuna felt like she was a spy sent by Hyunwoo to keep an eye on her.
Tilting sideways, she reached out, but instead of feeling cool metal, she felt something cool and soft, like flesh.
Hyuna's heart tightened, and she swear that she swore she would never drink too much next time!
She looked up and saw tufts of golden hair, like one of those championship cats from a pet store display. That person burrowing into her bed and he is slightly shorter than her, huddled in her arms.
Curiously, Hyuna brushed the curls back from their forehead, only to meet a pair of clearly sober eyes.
"Luka." Hyuna didn't know why she remembered the name. The person in her arms blinked and muttered, "You still remember?"
Hyuna couldn't just say, "I didn't realize I knew your name."
She wasn't sure exactly what was going on between them, but given their current position, something must have happened that actually shouldn't have happened.
Her expression probably changed a bit too quickly, and the person opposite her——also a smart person, had a totally different expression. He has a beautiful but impassive faces and it was easy to tell whether he were happy or not.
The man she'd been with sat up without a word. Though the curtains were tightly drawn, some sunlight still shone through, illuminating his bare back. Hyuna could see a tooth mark on half of his shoulder.
She seemed to understand something and sat up as well, wanting to say some comfort words, but reflexively pulled her cigarette case from under her pillow and grabbed a pair of matches from the other side of the cabinet.
The rising smoke hadn't yet reached the other side of the bed, but the person on the other side couldn't help but entwine their voices with the smoke.
"You really went too far last night."
Luka said calmly. Hyuna's cigarette twitched between her fingers, a small drop of ash falling.
She looked up at the rather youthful face and thought, "How unrealistic of them to send us an intern just graduated from college. What am I going to do now?”
Well, she would soon realize she's misunderstood.
She thought carefully before asking, "Did I do anything yesterday?"
The man who lost his virgin remembered it clearly.
He recounted everything, as if he were recording a confession. From the moment Hyuna suddenly lunged at him and kissed him, to the moment he started playing tricks on her by asking her to choose between two drinks. One was a bitter beer, the other a throat-splitting liquor.
Hyuna asked, "Did you choose the liquor?" Luka replied, "Beer."
Hyuna, unaware of the man's poor alcohol tolerance, simply snorted an "oh."
"And then you wanted me to sing with you, you kept kissing me, and you insisted on taking me home..."
Hyuna broke out in a cold sweat. She would occasionally kiss people randomly when she was drunk, but it was usually just a friendly kiss on the face, and it was limited to girls, beautiful people, and certain friends who didn't like her kisses.
But she understood herself perfectly.
After all, the man before her was a bit too beautiful. Between his complaints, Hyuna kept staring at his eyelashes, which fluttered with his breathing. His skin wasn't the kind with a rosy hue, but rather a white sheet of paper, with a thin layer of muscle covering his body, which only made him look even more frail.
He's exactly my type. She thought.
Hyuna was lost in thought, and between breaths, a puff of cigarette smoke drifted slowly onto her one-night stand's face. It was so presumptuous, so impolite, and so inappropriate.
But the other person hesitated, pulled the blanket down a little, and asked.
“You want to do it again?”
Hyuna reacted quickly, she smiled widely, and passed the cigarette into his mouth like the sip of wine yesterday.
They went to the office together that afternoon. Hyuna had actually thought about it earlier. Since they'd been dawdling for so long and she wasn't in the habit of cooking, she thought about grabbing a quick bite downstairs. She suggested this to Luka, but his question piqued her interest.
“Do you have any vegetables at home? I can make some simple food.” He asked, and though hyuna is really bad at cooking, her refrigerator was always full.
Amidst the rising heat, Luka suddenly asked, "Do you like drinking?"
“ Of course."
"Do you get as drunk every day as I did yesterday?"
"Not really." Hyuna, unused to being interrogated, started to “combat”.
"Didn't you say yesterday you couldn't drink?"
"You still remember," Hyuna could hear the resentment evident in Luka's words. "I don't like it, and I can't really drink much, but I'm not allergic to it."
“ You don’t need to. If you don't like it, just don’t do it. ”
"I'd like to, but I still get forced to drink by drunkards."
"I forced you to drink yesterday, hahahaha," Hyuna chuckled with embarrassment, she forget that she reacted like a hooligan last night.
“Sorry about that, but drinking is actually quite fun, isn't it?"
"I don't like it, and no one taught me how to drink." Luka added the few remaining vegetables from Hyuna's refrigerator to the pot and stirred slowly with chopsticks.
"Then drink with me. How long did your contract last? You have to stay with us for at least six months, right? Don't worry, anyone who drinks with me becomes a much better drinker!"
"..." Luka said nothing. He simply scooped up a spoonful of hot soup, licked it with his tongue, and then cupped his hand under the spoon, bringing it to Hyuna's lips.
"Try the saltiness."
Hyuna took a sip and gave a thumbs-up. It wasn't an exaggeration; Luka's cooking was vastly superior to hers.
"Okay." Luka looked into Hyuna's powder-blue eyes and accepted her invitation.
His pale face finally showed some color, his cheeks rosy, perhaps from the alcohol.
The two of them arrived at the office, one after the other. Luka ignored his colleagues' stares, deleted the lawyer's sales pitch, and observed Hyuna's office.
It was diagonally across from his own, a transparent cubicle with variable glass visibility. He could see Hyuna, holding a serious online meeting.
He didn't have any extra plaid shirts with him, so he had to wear Hyuna's shirt, which surprisingly fit his body.
He was lost in thought for a long time, until Hyuna caught his gaze and winked at him, then quietly lowered her head to work.
At the end of the night, Hyuna appeared at his desk on time and said, "Let's go for a drink together?"
He nodded and once again climbed into the back seat of Hyuna's motorcycle, this time placing his hands on her waist, holding on firmly.
Luka still wasn't a big drinker, mostly sticking to soft drinks. But this time, the alcohol had a slightly different feel to him. It was no longer bitter and chemical, nor did it have the slop and vomit-like quality. It even had a hint of sweetness—perhaps because Hyuna had been serving desserts and smoothies at the bar, always letting Luka try them first.
Ceci, the bartender and employee, asked if it was necessary, considering most customers probably wouldn't order them.
Hyuna smiled and said, "Don't you think this cute thing suits him?"
Ceci frowned, saying, "I hate bosses like you."
Hyuna's drinking plan was working well, thanks to the fact that every time she saw Luka's face, she'd been reminded of her own absurdities.
Sometimes, she even shared soft drinks with Luka, so she could drive him home and avoid spending the night in the bar's second-floor apartment.
Over time, even Isaac and Dewey got used to Luka's presence at Hyuna's drinking parties. Even Dewey, a careless person, felt something was amiss and even tried to gently warn him, only to be choked back by Hyuna, who tilted her head in confusion and said, "Why not?"
One day after get off work, Luka and Hyuna were walking out the office door and happened to run into the other subordinates in their team. T
he off-duty address allowed for a more intimate atmosphere, and the girls covered their mouths and smiled.
Hyuna, who also loved to joke with them, teased, "Are you so happy because you won't be seeing me anymore?"
One girl smiled and shook her head, then pointed at Luka and Hyuna and said firmly, “Hyuna onni is going on a date with Luka again? You two are so sweet~"
Hyuna laughed heartily and said something she regretted.
"It's not a date, just a drink!"
Luka remained silent all the way there, even on the scooter, clutching only the hem of Hyuna's shirt, not her waist.
Luka had drunk a lot at that drinking party—a lot for him.
Alcohol brought back memories of his earliest days: bitterness, dryness, broken bottles, dishonest drunks, and a certain, unspeakable pain.
This time, he played the role of the complete drunk.
He didn't stay on stage and watch Hyuna sing, as Hyuna had instructed. His mind was consumed by an unknown emotion: perhaps the resentment of being denied recognition, the desire for possession, and the bitterness of the alcohol.
So he rushed onto the stage, tiptoed, and kissed the singer on the lips.
Then he yelled, "Aren't we dating?"
Dewey laughed again, clearly mocking Hyuna. Jacob, having forgotten to take a picture this time, was genuinely surprised. He turned to his brother and asked if they had been dating. Isaac slapped his forehead helplessly.
"This girl just like he brother has mentioned!never know others’ heart! ”
Luckily, the bar wasn't busy that day, and there weren't many colleagues or acquaintances around. Otherwise, Hyuna's new nickname "heartbreaker" would have spread throughout every group chat.
The next day, Luka didn't show up for work, or perhaps he'd arrived and left early, because along with it, Hyuna's computer and the work files on Luka's desk disappeared.
Hyuna received a text message from Luka. It was just a string of numbers; if you didn't look closely, you'd think it was gibberish.
"37°32′01″N 126°56′11″E"
"Holy crap!" She jumped up from her seat, sprinted to the basement, and started her motorcycle.
Twenty-three minutes and forty-three seconds after Luka sent the text, Hyuna arrived.
The Mapo Bridge* in early summer was still quite cool, perhaps due to its proximity to the river. And since anything happening on the bridge was so commonplace, even with Luka hanging completely out, passersby had no interest in watching the farce.
"Get down!" Hyuna's voice was clearly tinged with anger, her thick eyebrows knitted together, a stark contrast to her usual easygoing and cheerful demeanor.
For some reason, Luka wanted to watch a little longer, so he remained still, slowly delivering his prepared lines.
"Hyuna, after doing that to me, you're leaving me? I thought we were already in a relationship. Are you going to be irresponsible and unfaithful? Okay, I get it. I'm just a passing guest in your life. Even though I love you so much, I can't force you to love me. But it would be too heartbreaking for me, so I must get revenge. If you don't agree to date me, I'll take all these precious things you truly care about and jump off the river. After all, we've only ever been drinking and sleeping together..."
Luka's memorized words were obvious, but he had truly prepared them, so his words were still three-quarters fabrication and seven-quarters truth.
"Ah, really? It's just a relationship, right? You can even get married if you want!" Hyuna put aside her grandiose words and opened her arms. "Come here!"
"Really? Can we really get married?"
"...Is this the time to discuss that? Let's just date first, okay?"
So Luka calmly put down his console and data and ran into his girlfriend's arms.
"Can we go on a date now?"
"No, I have to get back to work."
"What about after work?"
"Um... let's go for drinks?"
"...I want to stay at your house."
“That's not a problem.”
Notes:
*"Mapo bridge" is really famous bridge in South Korea,cuz it has a nickname "Suicide bridge", "37°32′01″N 126°56′11″E" is the coordinate of Mapo bridge, and that's why Hyuna got nervous when she saw the coordinates hhhhhh
* In the next chapter I will reveal what they did that night，which luka and hyuna both get drunk!
Chapter 3: Let's Go And Have Sex!
Summary:
* The story of that NIGHT, can't believe it was their first night!
*Trigger Warning: There is a suffocation love scene! If you can't accept it
Notes:
I think if it were a parallel world, Hyuna and Luka would fall in love at first sight, and Hyuna would be the one to take the initiative (although alcohol also has a certain effect), so I let them have sex on their first meeting！
also, I prefer women to take the lead in sex～so you will see a dominant and always joking hyuna~Luka, I think hyuna loves his frangibility~
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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"Want more?"
Hyuna reacted quickly, smiled, and passed the cigarette into his mouth like the drink she'd taken yesterday.
………………
As the bitter, unpleasant smoke passed through him, Luka recalled last night's kiss, direct and unstructured, his mouth filled with alcohol.
Was it whiskey? Beer? Or perhaps tequila mixed with some unknown sweetened water? Could Luka, a novice alcoholic who'd been down with every drink, tell the difference? Forget it, let the professionals take over.
Even when half-drunk, Hyuna's mind remained clear. For example, she kept plucking new alcoholic concoctions from the waiter's tray, accurately naming each one at a glance.
"What do you want, a Cuba Libre or a Tequila?" Hyuna's breath brushed against Luka's cheek, a faint blush visible only to him.
Luka smacked his lips, the bitter taste of the lecher who'd forced his hand into his mouth still lingering on his tongue. It was still a taste he disliked.
"You don't want any? Then it's all mine."
She gulped down the small lemon-garnished shot glass, then downed a larger glass of something resembling Luka's morning Americano.
After finishing it quickly, a look of satisfaction crossed her gray-blue eyes, a stark contrast to her on stage. That look was like a cheetah catching its prey, and Luka, in turn, must have been a cheetah's most satisfied prey.
Being forcibly kissed was definitely something that would set off Luka's alarm bells.Also, being forced to swallow a mixture of saliva and alcohol was a recipe triggered Luka’s will to suicide.
Perhaps the alcohol was too potent, and his mind felt like it had been assaulted during the kiss, sending his rationality and principles flying.
"Oh my goodness, Hyuna, don't push your new employee like that." Jacob spoke smoothly and with a voice that sounded like a professional who had handled countless incidents.
"You're Luka, right? Don't mind her. She was just too happy today, so she drank too much..."
"I wasn't drunk, was I? And did I force him?" Hyuna, having fetched another glass of wine from nowhere, refused to let go even as she pointed at Jacob.
Clearly dissatisfied with Jacob's interpretation, she questioned him before turning to look at Luka, who was held in her arms.
"Do you feel like you were forced?"
Luka stared at the wet corners of her lips, curious if it was his own fluids from the kiss, or the Cuba Libre or tequila he'd just had.
"No," he replied, seemed like he was unbelievably drunk too .
Jacob, of course, ignored the two drunken adults and simply reminded the nearby clerk to remember to open the second-floor door.
Before leaving, he glanced back at Hyuna, who was trying to get Luka drunk again, and smiled knowingly.
"They'll definitely be staying tonight. We'll be done soon, so you might as well close early."
Hyuna wasn't a pushy person, and today was just a strange day for her to act so out of range.
Perhaps life has those unusual days, when things you once scoffed at, or swore you'd never do, are finally allowed to happen.
She was drunk, and anyone who had been with her for a while could tell immediately.
Normally, she decided not to pressure others into making choices. At most, she would offer subtle guidance veiled in joking. Although she always got the answers she wanted, it was always voluntary.
"I've had so much to drink, why don't you have a drink too?" Hyuna pushed two glasses of golden liquid towards Luka.
"Just one, and we'll be gone after that!"
"What if I say no?" Luka said his answer frankly, his words so direct that he realized only too late that they seemed a bit rude.
But you were the first to be rude, Luka muttered.
"Oh, you don't like drinking, do you?"
"I hate drinking. It's disgusting."
"Wow, hold on, that’s too straight! So Why do you hate alcohol?"
"Drinking makes your body smell bad, and so does your mouth. It makes your mind blurry, and drinking actually harms your liver..."
"So do I smell bad too? I just drank, too."
"...I don't smell..."
Before Luka could finish, Hyuna made a move.
Her coat had long been discarded in a corner of the bar, so Luka watched helplessly as her exposed collarbone drew closer.
The faint scent of alcohol followed, tinged with a bitter, slightly smoky aroma—it was cigarette smoke. Luka had a keen nose, as he often disdained that odor among his male colleagues.
"How's it? Does it smell bad?" Hyuna was clearly teasing this pretty but somewhat reserved man, but he didn't notice immediately.
Luka, too lazy to lie, answered bluntly that he did.
Hyuna immediately stood up politely and explained, "Since you don't like it, then I should stay away from you?" But she was also a bit cunning.
This sentence, which should have been a statement with a hint of apology, became a question under the influence of alcohol and tobacco, and Luka was once again being asked.
"...No need." Luka stared directly at the woman before him.
She was clearly a playgirl and a bit frivolous. Combined with her overly aggressive body language and blunt language, and the pungent smell of alcohol and cigarettes, this person seemed to be a combination of everything he disliked, yet he couldn't resist her.
To the drunkard, Luka stared at him blankly, not like a predator seeing prey, but like a kitten lost for its home.
What should be done with the kitten? Hyuna had never owned a cat before, but several of Isaac's cats had all experienced this human's attacks. Being held and cuddled was only the most basic thing. Hyuna would never be satisfied with that. She would often kiss the kittens' faces and bellies without hesitation, disregarding their owner's wishes and even their meows begged for mercy.
"Why did you kiss me?"
After being kissed twice more by the drunken man, Luka finally asked.
“You are my type," Hyuna answered sincerely, her words clear and articulate, unlike someone half-drunk.
“ Emm, Your words might be too formal, but they don't look out of place with your silly glasses. I like them."
"So, do you want to continue with round two?”Hyuna smiled and asked.
Hyuna's so-called round two involved a swagger up the bar's hidden staircase, through the second-floor storage room crammed with bottles, and then around a large refrigerator before reaching the third floor.
Luka could barely see the path by then; all he could remember was that it was covered in colorful sticky notes and photos of all sizes.
The bar seemed to be still lingering, the lingering music permeating his eardrums through every available source.
"Took me inside and then she rocked me, and she kept me up all night."
The lyrics came through intermittently, their meaning no longer important.
In the dim light, he couldn't help but cling to the person holding his hand in front of him—all because of that last drink. He hadn't known the alcohol content or origin of the bottle, so he'd recklessly "tricked" him into finishing it. Calling it “trickery” was a bit of an exaggeration, after all, Hyuna wasn't saying much in the way of banter. She simply pressed the glass of soju against Luka's lips, the acrid liquid flowing from his open lips onto his tongue. Without stopping, he swallowed it.
"Do you like it?"
Luka shook his head.
Hyuna chuckled. "I didn't say anything about the drink."
He passed the remaining liquid back into her mouth.
And that was his answer.
In between kisses, the collar of Luka's wrinkled shirt was ripped open, and just as his scorching heat was relieved, he was pressed against scorching flesh again.
Hyuna wasn't exactly those kind of impatient person. To her subordinates and colleagues, she was always impulsive, but never rushed, and always managed things in an orderly manner—though, of course, you couldn't expect patience during a sudden sexual encounter.
Between kisses, she used her free hand to neatly pull off her tank top, while her other hand busied herself unzipping Luka's washed-out jeans.
Luka, under the influence of alcohol, licked Hyuna's lips. It wasn't a kiss. He had no interest in the short videos of human mating that popped up online, let alone those tender, sensual soap operas. His first half of life had indeed been a bit boring, so much so that now he could only nuzzle against soft, warm places like a poor newborn kitten.
Opening her eyes, she realized her shirt was wide open, and Hyuna had no shame in being naked. Her hair had fallen, covering her left nipple, leaving her plump right breast and the tattoo on her collarbone exposed.
She took off Luka's bulky glasses, just as she had when they first met, and placed them next to the wine glass on the bed.
She pinched Luka's face, which was already flushed, and it felt hot.
"You're pretty."
"I know." Luka frowned slightly, seeming irritated by the words.
"Hahaha, do you really know that?" Hyuna laughed heartily.
Her fingers trailed down, to a neck so slender as if it could be broken with one hand, then down to a fragile collarbone, to fair skin tinged with a blush...
"Wow, it's pink!”
“Is it pink too?” She didn’t point out where she was asking at, but Luka understood immediately.
Hyuna seemed drunk, speaking without restraint, but she loved to joke. She pinched Luka's pink spot, earning a muffled groan of pain and a perverted, angry sigh.
Luka, who wasn't afraid of pain himself, shed two tears under the influence of alcohol. Hyuna quickly and politely caught them with her lips, and then, somehow, their lips met again.
They kissed for who knows how long, but she couldn't help but smile. Luka's eyes were half-closed from the kiss, and his long eyelashes brushed against Hyuna's eyelids with reluctance the moment Hyuna left, dazed and confused.
"Is this how you treat hentai?"
"That's how you treat people you just met."
For the first time, Luka learned of another of his hangover syndromes: his unnaturally rapid speech.
Hyuna said "Sorry, sorry" and leaned forward. Luka felt she was insincere.
He had no idea what he was facing.
"...Ah!"
Hyuna's fingers pulled the edge of his underwear down, exposing his erection to the air.
"Wow, it's really pink!" Hyuna's tone was playful, her breath deliberately blowing against Luka's trembling penis.
Because of the alcohol, Luka didn't have the strength to stop her, or perhaps he simply didn't want to stop what was happening next.
Luka first felt the wet tip of a tongue, but before he could react, a warm mouth enveloped him. He tried to pull away, but couldn't.
Hyuna's grip on his thighs was firm, so Luka's best attempt at a struggle was to cling to the sheets beneath him.
Sucking and licking were foreplay, but the contraction of the mouth and the sudden swallowing were the most thrilling, catching Luka off guard.
Hyuna didn't find sucking another man's penis particularly "comfortable," but the trembling and the gulp hidden in her throat were intriguing. She strangely enjoyed Luka's reaction, even though it was a new discovery for her.
Hyuna couldn't give up teasing him, so she released Luka's engorged penis from her mouth and looked down at him.
She lifted her hair, smiled, and raised an eyebrow, asking if he wanted to continue.
Luka, usually the quickest to say no, hesitated for a moment, but Hyuna had no intention of hearing his answer.
She pushed Luka down onto the bed, then slid her hand over his scrotum. With a slight pressure, Luka surrendered with a moan of pain and endurance, his liquid dripping into Hyuna's palm.
Before Luka could fully recover, Hyuna, now even without the overalls, straddled him. Her strong thighs pinned Luka's shoulders and head to the wrinkled sheets. The room was lit only by a warm yellow nightlight, so Luka could only see Hyuna's plump breasts and her genitals, which were so close to him.
"Okay, babe, I've done so much for you. It's not too much to ask you to serve me for a while, right?"
Hyuna blinked at Luka. Her grey-blue eyes were the clearest memory Luka had of the entire night.
Without hesitation, Hyuna placed her labia against Luka's soft lips and patiently instructed Luka how to lick them.
Bending down, Hyuna saw Luka's half-lidded eyes, and his hand unconsciously pinched her thighs when she sat on his face. For some reason, Hyuna felt like now was a good time to drink.
The pleasure was building, the adrenaline was pumping, and there was this beautiful boy she'd driven to tears.
How blissful. Hyuna completely forgot she was having sex with someone she'd just met, completely immersed in this one-night stand.
"Mmm...mm..."
Luka's nose nuzzled Hyuna's clit. He was a little breathless, but his mouth was already covered by Hyuna's labia. His tongue had no choice but to part the thick labia to find the narrow vaginal opening. He could only shake his head slightly, hoping the person beneath him would give him some breathing space.
"Fuck...you're quite good at it, huh?" Hyuna's voice trembled with pleasure, unaware that the person beneath her was actually asking for help.
When he couldn't breathe, Luka's vision flashed with white light. He didn't know if he was near death, or if he was “suffering” something he'd never experienced before.
He sucked on Hyuna's clit like a sip of wine, and Hyuna's body reacted immediately. She clutched Luka's hair fiercely, her legs unconsciously clenching together. Luka felt like he was suffocating. His hands subconsciously pinched Hyuna's thighs, but this only added to the tickling pain of Hyuna's orgasm.
But did Luka really hate this? At least not in the eyes of Hyuna, who had just recovered from a hearty orgasm——Because he had ejaculated again, and in the moment of breathlessness, his penis gave the most direct feedback.
"Oh my god, look who's the real pervert."
“..."
Luka's face, especially the lower half, was smeared with sticky fluids. He hadn't yet recovered from the moment of death and climax. His eyes were slightly bulging, and his face was flushed with sexual pleasure. Hyuna fetched whiskey from somewhere and guzzled it down her throat before giving Luka "rescue resuscitation."
The liquor and saliva poured into Luka's mouth, causing him to open his mouth uncontrollably from the spiciness, but Hyuna's tongue still pushed a lot of alcohol down his throat.
"No more..."
Luka spoke with his last bit of sanity as Hyuna drank and rested. Hyuna smiled, then tugged on his collar, and they collapsed onto the bed together. Luka, exhausted, practically fell on Hyuna.
His shirt, which Hyuna had excused herself to "take off and wipe your face," had disappeared, and their skin pressed tightly together. Both of them felt hot and aching, not to mention their recently aroused genitals.
His penis pressed against the wet entrance, and he felt his erection surge again. He thought, “This is so strange, this shouldn't be like this.”
Luka wasn't one to cry often, but he shed many tears in front of this woman he'd just met for the first time, and she was also his colleague, his Boss.
"Do you like me?" he asked persistently, as if he was determined to maintain his virginity unless she gave him a name.
Hyuna cupped his face in her hands, examining it closely: the slightly trembling golden eyelashes, the reddened eyelids, the swollen pink lips. She smiled, honestly.
"I like you very much, Luka."
Their intercourse went smoothly. Hyuna had unearthed two brand new condoms from the bedside. Though Luka's movements were clumsy and inexperienced, he was incredibly obedient.
He would remember any moment that made Hyuna grit her teeth in excitement—and he had to, because the corresponding moment was when his penis was engulfed by the contracting walls of the vagina, and he was practically speechless with pleasure.
Luka remembered the spot where his nose had touched earlier and felt for it. Hyuna responded immediately, her full breasts trembling slightly, her eyes filled with surprise.
"Hey, stop... Fuck... you nuts..."
Luka finally found a spot where he could gain the upper hand, and how could he let it go? He gently rubbed it, his hips moving without stopping. He imitated Hyuna's earlier mischief, rubbing her clitoris, but not constantly. He feigned ignorance, occasionally sliding his cold fingertips against Hyuna's pubic mound.
Hyuna clearly knew he was seeking revenge, but she didn't stop him, because it was truly pleasurable. At the last moment, Luka pulled out his penis and, under Hyuna's astonished gaze, leaned in to suck and tease Hyuna's sensitive spot with his tongue.
"Fuck... the hell?…"
She couldn't finish her dirty words as clear fluid continued to ooze from her vagina, spraying onto Luka's face. He didn't shy away, obediently catching most of it with his face.
Hyuna gasped for air, but she had to admit that her one-night stand partner was incredibly compatible in bed.
"Let's do it again?" Hyuna asked with a smile.
“……sure" Luka responded instinctively, letting Hyuna push him onto the bed.
Hyuna slowly sat on his penis, not entering, but deliberately rubbing her labia against it. Luka's eyes streamed with excitement.
He clutched Hyuna's arms, which were supporting him, and begged, "Can't you just let me in... It hurts."
“ You wanna get in? Just beg me harder~"
"Please, Hyuna...please……Mmm!..."
Hyuna was a straightforward person, this is the consensus of everyone about her. This assessment could also be applied to sex, though the only one who could say so was Luka, whose penis was now engulfed.
Hyuna's waist strength, thanks to years of exercise, was far superior to that of a sedentary programmer. She flexed her body back and forth, then discovered something new.
“ You don’t have pubes?" Her fingertips traced the connection between Luka and herself. It was smooth and white, with not a single hair visible.
"..." Luka refused to respond to the teasing, angrily reaching out to pinch Hyuna's breast.
Hyuna's hand covered his own. “ Go harder, you're not truly a kitten, aren’t you?”
Luka, guided by Hyuna, squeezed harder, her brown skin spilling out between his fingers. He half-raised himself and took the nipple at the top with his mouth, biting it hard.
"Hiss— quite temperamental, huh?”
Hyuna grumbled in pain and sat down hard. Luka couldn't bear the stimulation and cried out in pain, falling into the crook of Hyuna's neck. Hyuna quickened her movements, and Luka moaned sweetly as she moved, then coquettishly begged for a kiss.
Hyuna wrapped her arms around his neck, her tongue digging in, just like their first, passionate kiss, right after they'd come off the stage.
They both climaxed, their bodies tightly connected, skin to skin, as if they wanted to melt into each other.
They did it twice, drank too much, but the first one to pass out was the well-fed bar owner. Luka stared at his closed eyes for a long moment before falling asleep.
"We're dating now, right?" Luka whispered.
"Hmm..." Hyuna, still half asleep, opened her eyes slightly and glanced at Luka, who was lying on her arm. "Sure."
Unfortunately, Hyuna forgot her promise the next day. But fortunately, the man she slept with wasn't someone she could just let go of. He clung to her like a piece of taffy.
What a happy misunderstanding!
Notes:
I think this story ends here~ But I am also curious if you have any other expectations for the development. plz comment so I can know~~By the way, the inspiration for the oral sex scene in the plot came from the nsfw luhyu content posted by lubya, She is the best!
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