Defective Banana - Chapter 35

Late October, full-blown autumn.

Baek Ara was driving her car—lovingly nicknamed “Whitey”—down to Busan. She had never been to Busan before in her life. But since she’d decided to start enjoying life a little more, a spontaneous trip to Busan felt like a must.

After driving for nearly four hours straight, she finally arrived. She parked in the underground garage of the hotel at the address Seohyuk had sent her—he’d already come down to Busan earlier for a shoot.

[I’m here. Text me when you’re ready, and I’ll come up.]

Just in case any staff members were still with him, Ara waited in the car to avoid any awkward run-ins. While she waited, she pulled a mirror out of her handbag and checked her reflection.

Usually, she went barefaced, but today she’d put on a bit of makeup—for the second time since attending the traditional wedding ceremony in Jeonju. The subtle tint on her face made her feel a little awkward and shy, and she kept touching it.

A few minutes later, Kang Seohyuk, wearing a mask and a cap pulled low, spotted her car and strode over.

He pulled his mask down and knocked on the driver’s side window with a bright grin.

As soon as Ara opened the door to step out, Seohyuk leaned right into the car and stole a kiss, catching her lips with his own.

Eyes wide, she glanced around nervously before whisper-shouting, “I told you not to pull this kind of stuff out in public. Are you trying to get us caught?”

“Yes, ma’am. I deserve to be punished.”

Laughing, Ara gave him a light push and stepped out of the car. She narrowed her eyes in a playful glare, but that only made Seohyuk grin wider as he suddenly pulled her into a warm hug.

Then, lowering his voice into her ear, he whispered sweetly, “I missed you so much, I thought I’d go insane.”

Ara squirmed, pushing at his chest. “Let go! What if someone sees?”

“Don’t worry. It’s dark here. No one can see us.”

Looking like the happiest man on Earth, Seohyuk wrapped his arms around her tighter and gently guided her toward the back of the car, away from prying eyes. Holding both her cheeks in his hands, he planted a series of soft kisses on her lips.

“You’re being bold today. Guess you’re in trouble.”

With his trademark dimpled smile, he whispered, “Should I take my punishment right here before we go up?”

“Here? Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Something about doing it here just… feels extra thrilling.”

They were tucked away in a dark corner of the garage, and Seohyuk clung to her like a big stubborn dog, refusing to let go.

“Hurry,” he murmured with a wicked smirk.

Ara rolled her eyes and gave him a hard slap on the cheek.

“You handsome perv.”

“God… that’s amazing. I’m already rock hard. Wanna feel?”

Their eyes met—his were burning with heat. That look alone made Ara’s breath catch in her throat.

“No. Let’s just go upstairs. I can’t wait anymore either.”

As soon as they entered the hotel room, Seohyuk shut the door and immediately pressed her against the wall. Ara slapped him again.

He just grinned wider and pulled her into another kiss.

While their lips stayed locked, he crossed his arms and tugged his top off, his hands already moving toward the buttons on her blouse.

“Haa… ha…”

Their breathing grew heavier, excitement thick in the air. Seohyuk tilted his head, kissing her deeper while skillfully undoing her bra clasp behind her back. When her pale br3asts were exposed, he didn’t hesitate—he took one into his mouth, suckling hungrily.

At the same time, he slid off her pants and underwear in one fluid motion, his fingers already exploring the soft heat between her thighs.

Then he dropped to his knees, pressing his face between her legs as she leaned back against the wall.

“Ah—ahh…!”

The warmth of his mouth made her entire body melt. She gripped his broad shoulders tightly, her knuckles white from the pressure.

He held her thigh steady as his tongue danced over her, stroking and lapping until her legs trembled.

She moaned, high and breathless, as he deepened his movements—he had no intention of letting her go. Her body shook as the sensation overwhelmed her.

Standing up, Seohyuk continued working his fingers between her thighs, his gaze locked on Ara’s flushed face.

“Feels good?” he asked, voice husky.

“Mmh… yeah.”

She moaned softly, panting for air. That was all it took. Seohyuk pulled down his pants and, without wasting a second, pressed himself to her, pushing inside in one swift move.

“I’m losing it too… it feels way too good.”

“Nngh!”

Electricity shot through her body the moment he entered.

He grunted as he rocked his hips, her br3asts bouncing with every thrust. He didn’t hesitate to take one into his mouth again, tongue flicking against her flushed skin.

A few deep thrusts, and Ara was already tipping over the edge—she went limp in his arms, breath coming in ragged bursts.

Without pulling out, Seohyuk lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

Laying her gently on the bed, he stared down at her with hazy eyes before thrusting in again, strong and deep. He moved like a sprinter in a 100-meter dash, relentless and fast.

Pinned under the force of his body, Ara couldn’t even close her eyes—she could only gasp as pleasure flooded her system.

Maybe it had been too long, but taking him in like this was no easy feat. Her strength was draining fast.

Gripping the bedsheets tightly, her body convulsed with every hard stroke. But through it all, she clung to what little composure she had left.

***

Meanwhile, in the hotel’s underground parking garage, Seohyuk’s stylist Shim Miok sat crouched behind a car, hands shaking as she clutched her phone.

Earlier, she had come to drop off some clothes Seohyuk requested. When he insisted on going down with her, claiming he had somewhere to be, something about his demeanor struck her as… off.

She’d secretly hoped to spend more time with him in Busan—he had already told everyone, including his manager, that he’d be staying alone for a few extra days. Miok had tried to stay close by making up excuses to talk to him, but he’d brushed her off, saying he was meeting some army buddies.

So she couldn’t push further. His manager had already left earlier in the day, planning to return in a few days to pick him up.

Still, something about the way Seohyuk acted in the elevator didn’t sit right. Normally calm and collected, he was fidgeting—checking his reflection in the mirror, adjusting his hat repeatedly.

‘Geez, does he like his army buddies that much? Is he actually gay?’

As soon as they hit the parking garage, he didn’t even glance her way before walking off, clearly looking for something—or someone.

So Miok quietly followed him. Moments later, he walked up to a white SUV, knocked on the door, and leaned in.

Curious, Miok crouched beside a nearby car and pulled out her phone to start recording. Honestly, she was just curious about his private life. She wanted to know if he really was gay.

But then something hit her like a slap to the face.

A woman got out of the white SUV. Seohyuk hugged her tightly, whispered something, and led her toward the darker part of the garage. There was definitely a vibe between them… until the woman suddenly slapped him across the face.

“That b1tch!”

Miok had been the one dressing him every day—buttoning his shirts, adjusting his collars, picking his shoes. Even on his off days, she brought clothes to his house and styled him just how he liked.

And this random woman dared slap her man? It felt personal. Like she had been slapped.

Heart pounding, Miok stood and made note of the elevator they took, 22nd floor. That was Seohyuk’s room. Her hands trembled.

Kang Seohyuk had just gone upstairs with a psycho who slapped him across the face. A man who never even blinked at female co-stars throwing themselves at him. A man with zero dating scandals.

‘Was he… being blackmailed? What the hell is going on? What kind of dirt does she have on him?’

She approached the SUV and spotted the phone number written on a tag inside the front windshield.

She quickly saved the number into her phone.

***

Back in Seoul, Miok couldn’t sleep. Curled up on the floor beside her bed, she gnawed on her nails while rewatching the video over and over.

She’d first met Seohyuk when she was still a stylist for another actor. The moment she saw him—a new face in the industry—she’d been smitten. His voice, his broad shoulders, his height, his radiant smile… she wanted it all.

Eventually, she transferred to his agency and lucked out, becoming his dedicated stylist. She thought it was fate.

As Seohyuk’s popularity skyrocketed, so did the number of fans clawing to get close to him. Miok was constantly pushed, scratched, and tugged at just for being near him.

At first, it was hard. But over time, she learned to use that chaos to her advantage. Whenever fans got too close, she’d “accidentally” shove them aside with her bags, trip them, pinch them, or poke them with a clothes hanger.

It was her twisted little way of letting off steam.

‘You dare touch my man?’

But now… now she’d seen something she could never unsee. Something that shattered all her delusions.

A woman. Some nobody. Slapping her Seohyuk and taking him upstairs. Miok’s chest was tight with rage.

“How the hell did that b1tch seduce Kang Seohyuk?”