Chapter 87: Dream or Memory?

Doyoon’s eyes, clouded by medicine and fever, still radiated clear desire.

No matter how I rationalized it as a cute puppy gone wild, the sticky atmosphere was irreversible.

My lips were practically devoured by him.

Breathing grew short.

“Hnng….”

Right then, Doyoon stroked the back of my head with long fingers.

The caress, like cherishing something precious, raised goosebumps all over me.

Next moment, something that absolutely shouldn’t touched between my legs.

I was so shocked I forgot to breathe.

‘Wh-what is this?’

I froze in a daze.

Doyoon parted lips slightly, smiling happily.

His glossy lips were excessively lewd.

Immediately after, he did something even more outrageous.

He pressed his body closer to mine.

My mouth wasn’t blocked, yet no words came.

‘Is that human-sized?’

It even seemed to keep growing.

I swear I never wanted to know the male lead’s impressiveness this way.

Soon, the hand stroking my nape gripped my waist tightly again.

I gasped.

“It hurts…!”

“…You’re obedient today.”

That instant, it was like a hammer to the back of my head—clarity struck.

This bastard… is he mixing me up with someone he dated before?!

The heat and panic dominating my body turned to anger.

I glared and said.

“…Stop it. I’m really getting mad.”

“Haha. Pretty.”

But hearing my stern warning, Doyoon smiled contentedly, like appreciating great affection.

Then buried his face in my chest, exhaling hot breath.

“……!?”

Unimaginable situation!

I tried pushing his head away, but he didn’t budge.

Worse, something wet was felt.

“Hnng…!”

He chuckled against my chest.

I was furious at him.

He naturally pinned me down, pressing from above.

Like a massive imugi spewing lava, he wriggled up over me.

From head to toe, his entire body overlapped mine.

Doyoon crushed me with his weight, unable to move, repeatedly sucking and licking my lips and tongue.

Felt like my mouth was completely ravaged.

“Mm… Mmph!”

The kiss was one thing, but the weight was killing me.

Insane!

Came to nurse him, now assaulted by my younger brother?!

More than that, Choi Doyoon, is this bedroom manner okay?

Weren’t you the gentle type!

But what truly enraged me was myself, steadily responding to his touch amid this.

When I shoved his shoulders hard, he briefly parted lips to look at me.

Seeing me panting, he smiled seductively.

“…Why, gonna cry today too?”

My eyes flashed.

At once, I swung my free left arm like wind.

Then struck his neck with a powerful knife-hand.

Sudden impact shook his pupils.

“Huh…?”

He looked betrayed, then passed out, slowly collapsing onto me.

Simultaneously, his leg… no, something thudded against my lower belly without mercy.

Insane?

How unreal is the size?

My heart pounded madly.

‘…Almost died.’

I shoved the terrifyingly heavy guy aside like luggage, barely escaped the bed, composed myself.

My attack worked; even as I pushed and hit, Doyoon didn’t wake.

I fled the bedroom noisily.

Locked myself in the bathroom, mirror showed my face scarlet, lips swollen.

Black hair disheveled like just woken, light sweatshirt neck stretched out.

Pants even sagged to hip bones.

Meaning, anyone would think I’d just done the deed.

“Choi Doyoon, you crazy…”

I covered my mouth, slumped in the bathroom.

Pride shattered.

Losing in strength was one thing… but the self-loathing from feeling it despite the sudden assault was no joke.

He just mistook me for another woman in his dream…

Anger surged again.

‘How promiscuous was he in America?’

Of course, maybe not.

Maybe gently dated and gently broke up.

With 200 people.

But I finally understood why female readers prefer men without pasts.

I’m not even Bae Jian, yet felt immense betrayal.

Moreover, what was that ‘gonna cry today too’?

What has he been doing?!

What kind of dog manners?

‘Ha….’

Reality hit hard.

Squatting on cold floor, calming excitement alone, I staggered out.

Peeking into Doyoon’s bedroom quietly—he lay exactly as I knocked him out.

I quickly grabbed coat and bag, called his doctor from the living room.

Hid in kitchen corner, whispering in case Doyoon woke and chased.

“Yes, doctor. Choi Doyoon seems passed out from fatigue. Yes, collapsed. IV or something, please. Come quick. Sending address. Me? No, I’m outside. Yes, thank you.”

Ended call, long sigh.

My reflection in the window felt too unfamiliar.

Caught breath.

Recalled emotions flowing in veins one by one.

Shame, anger, panic, excitement—okay up to here.

But… jealous of Doyoon’s unknown past partner? Too far.

I’m just a side character in the original.

Mind chaos.

Wished someone would knife-hand my neck to knock me out.

Next day, Doyoon returned to work perfectly fine.

Whatever IV, he looked healthier than before the team-building.

I crossed arms, glaring at his shiny face.

At lunch, when Ayoung asked after him, he smiled casually.

“Just got back from overseas trip, then sports day and rain—fatigue piled up, I guess.”

“Good you recovered fast.”

“Yeah, slept like passed out.”

I flinched for no reason.

Kwak Seonu chimed in.

“Best to sleep well.”

“Yeah, had a good dream too.”

Then Doyoon suddenly smiled at me.

I went full alert.

What, does he know?

I whipped my head away, then felt wronged as the victim acting guilty.

Jian beside me said.

“Good to hear, director. Worried when you were sick.”

I was inwardly shocked.

When did Jian become so friendly with Doyoon?

Come to think, days ago at the vending machine, atmosphere seemed good.

They were awkward until sports day….

‘Well, at the sashimi dinner, vibe wasn’t bad.’

…But something felt more intimate, odd.

Then a plausible hypothesis flashed.

‘Maybe the day I drank, twisted ankle, took leave—they dated?’

Doyoon took leave next day, yesterday, sick.

If so, stamina drained faster from that…!?

It fit perfectly.

Admiring my chilling deduction, I said seriously to Jian.

“Jian… if a guy suddenly acts mannerless on a date, stand knife-hand like this, strike neck side hard. Got it?”

“Huh?”

“Carotid artery there—hit hard, brain shakes, temporary knockout.

You did shot put, strong hands, it’ll work.

Practice just in case.”

“Uh… yes? Thank you?”

The other three stared.

Kwak Seonu asked.

“Something happen?”

“No. World’s dangerous these days.”

I glared at Doyoon.

He pointed at himself, mouthing ‘Me?’

But no more falling for that innocent face.

You fraud.

Did that to me, then dated Bae Jian the day before?

Baseless assumption, yet chest blazed.

Naturally, just mad at brother’s ingratitude.

No other reason. Absolutely.

But no matter the mind control, most infuriating: he thinks what happened was a dream.

Can’t tell him it was real—that irritates more.

Finally, Doyoon checked my complexion, asked.

“Hyung? You okay today?”

“No, perfectly fine.”