Divorce Contract Extra 7

Extra 7

 

Seo Dohyeon’s fingertips brushed the lingering flush on Go Igyeol’s cheek, then withdrew. He stepped into the shower stall and began peeling off soaked clothes, warning that if Go Igyeol didn’t leave now he would be dragged back in. At the playful threat, Go Igyeol fled, the bathroom door clicking shut behind him.

 

“…He really left.”

 

The soft thud echoed. Seo Dohyeon turned, voice thick with regret, and exhaled a long, shuddering breath. Glancing down at the rigid length that still ached against his belly, he twisted the faucet to icy. Cold needles struck skin, yet the fire refused to die. With a faint, resigned sigh he wrapped a fist around the thick shaft and stroked hard and fast. He tasted again the salt-sweet ghost of Go Igyeol on his tongue, the memory of that slender cock pulsing against the roof of his mouth. Beneath the punishing spray he whispered his beloved’s name.

 

“Huu… haa…”

 

Thwack-thwack-thwack, squish, squish. Thumb grinding the swollen tip, he came with a muffled groan—thick ropes spattering tile before swirling down the drain. Slow, final strokes milked the last drops while he prayed for the weekend to race by. Two days had never felt so endless.

 

Side Story Ⅲ

 

Moving day arrived. While the delivery team arranged furniture, the little family waited in a quiet café nearby. Go Igyeol pressed a baby biscuit into Seo Ihyeon’s chubby fist just as Seo Dohyeon’s phone buzzed—final inspection needed.

 

“I’ll be quick. Stay here.”

 

“Shouldn’t we all go?”

 

“It’s not safe yet.”

 

Debris, strangers, unpredictable hazards—better one adult handle it. Seo Dohyeon promised speed. Go Igyeol waved until the tall figure vanished, then offered Ihyeon a yogurt-flavored snack, smiling at each clumsy bite. Tiny fingers, tiny mouth—so unbearably sweet. Time drifted in gentle bliss until the door chimed.

 

“…Huh?”

 

Seo Jeongjae shuffled into the small, out-of-the-way café as though he had stumbled upon it by accident. He ordered jujube tea with exaggerated nonchalance, then “discovered” Go Igyeol with theatrical surprise.

 

“Of all places—fate truly is capricious! I never dreamed I’d meet you here, of all corners of the world.”

 

“Good afternoon… How did you…?”

 

“I was passing by, desperate for caffeine to chase the sleep away, and—who would have thought?”

 

Bright eyes betrayed not a trace of drowsiness as they drank in Go Igyeol and the child in the stroller. Perfect timing: the barista set down a steaming tray, fragrant with medicinal dates.

 

“Your jujube tea.”

 

“…Thank you.”

 

A forced cough, an awkward shuffle, and Seo Jeongjae settled at the adjacent table—close enough to watch, too proud to join.

 

“Alone?”

 

“No… I was with Seo Dohyeon-ssi.”-

 

Seo Jeongjae knew everything: the move, the new address, whose name graced the deed, even that Dohyeon was presently at the house. Yet he bristled anyway.

 

“That rascal left you unattended again!”

 

His scolding would never reach its target. The tirade dissolved the instant his gaze snagged on a minuscule foot peeking from the stroller—sock comically loose, toes shorter than a fingertip. The stern mask melted into something achingly soft.

 

Go Igyeol hesitated, then gently rolled the stroller forward. Seo Jeongjae shot to his feet, apologies tumbling—until he realised the stroller was being offered, not withdrawn.

 

“This is his first time meeting you. I’m sorry… I kept meaning to bring him, but everything has been so hectic…”

 

“Sorry? You have nothing to apologise for, child. Nothing.”

 

Tears threatened. In every chaotic chapter of their story, Go Igyeol’s fault had been less than a single grain of rice.

 

“His name is Ihyeon. I think he looks a lot like Dohyeon-ssi, but Dohyeon-ssi insists he takes after me.”

 

The gentle joke coaxed a watery smile. Seo Jeongjae studied the tiny face and grudgingly admitted the resemblance was undeniable—yet how could anything this angelic share blood with his stubborn grandson?

 

“That boy has nothing worth inheriting. Better he looks nothing like him. Features, personality—everything about you is superior. Though… the world is harsh; a touch of Dohyeon’s ferocity might serve him well.”

 

Go Igyeol’s quiet laughter rang like bells. Seo Jeongjae leaned closer, cataloguing perfect eyelashes, rosebud mouth, porcelain cheeks. Dr. Kwon had sworn this was the most beautiful baby he’d ever seen; Seo Jeongjae had suspected exaggeration. He had been wrong.

 

“So beautiful… like an angel descended.”

 

“Kyaa! Ooh!”

 

A trembling hand reached out, brushing the tiny foot with reverent care. He longed to hold the starfish fingers but feared city germs. Regretfully he withdrew, smile sheepish.

 

“May I… visit again?”

 

“Of course. Anytime.”

 

“…Thank you. Truly.”

 

Go Igyeol pretended not to notice the tears gathering in wrinkled corners. Seo Jeongjae stayed, stealing gentle touches of that small foot, memorising every detail.

 

“I should go.”

 

“Dohyeon will be back any moment—won’t you wait?”

 

“I came to see you and Ihyeon. That’s enough.”

 

He rose, gripped Go Igyeol’s hand with shaking fingers, tried and failed to speak several times.

 

“We… we’re doing better, Grandfather. We’ll keep getting better. So please—save your apologies for Dohyeon.”

 

The steady, quiet words silenced him. He patted the captured hand twice, released it, nodded once. Tray untouched, jujube tea cooling, he stood awkwardly, gaze flicking between the young man and the innocent child.

 

“Thank you. I’ll call when the time is right.”

 

“Take care.”

 

He insisted Go Igyeol needn’t see him out, striding away before sentiment could drag him back. Each time he glanced over his shoulder, a polite bow urged him into the waiting car. Only when the vehicle disappeared did Seo Dohyeon reappear, relief bright on his face.

 

“Everything’s perfect—furniture placed, cleaning done. Shall we go home?”

 

Go Igyeol hesitated, then slipped his hand into the offered one.

 

“Let’s eat first. It’s lunchtime.”

 

“Seo Dohyeon-ssi.”

 

“Yes?”

 

The stroller rolled to a halt. Go Igyeol swallowed hard.

 

“What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

 

“No, it’s not that. Earlier…”

 

“Your voice sounds off.”

 

Seo Dohyeon turned fully, cupped the pale face, searched for traces of tears.

 

“What happened.”

 

“A little while ago… Grandfather stopped by.”

 

The name hardened every line of Seo Dohyeon’s body. Of all moments—alone, on moving day. Revulsion twisted his features.

 

“I’m sorry. I told him not to come near you again. I swear no one will bother you anymore. Damn it, I should have taken you with me—”

 

“No, listen. I’m fine. Truly.”

 

“…”

 

“He came to see Ihyeon. He stayed only a short while and left regretting he couldn’t stay longer.”