Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas Chapter 358: He had a big brain so of course his head was bi

"It’s quite lonely in here."

Seo-Jun gripped my hand tightly and then pulled into the water.

I was stunned beyond asure and I quickly lifted my head, coughing as the cold water choked and seeped into my veins.

"You bastard!" I yelled my inner thoughts at him.

"Wow, you look so sexy when you curse at ." He said but I glared at him.

My hands were folded due to the cold and my shirt was wet, revealing my chest and nipples so clearly that you’d think the shirt was ant to disappear once wet.

My shirt clung to my body, and for a second I forgot how to breathe. Was it the cold? Probably.

Seo-Jun was grinning like it was the best joke in the world, his hazy eyes were no longer hazy. They were bright. His fever was probably gone to so extent.

And then I looked at his body so close to mine.

His impeccable abs were so wet and hot next to . Kya, look at that pecking chest. I could just grab it and—

Wait, wait, this was no ti to be excited over chest and abs. I’m supposed to be furious.

"You’re impossible," I spat out, shivering while trying to sound more annoyed than excited.

He only laughed and leaned in, closer than necessary and I turned my face away, as if I knew he was coming for my lips.

"Jo-Pil, you look cute when you’re mad," he said with a soft voice.

Get away from , you weirdo.

His laugh faded and sothing honest slipped into the corners of his mouth.

What was that just now?

I wanted to be furious, trust I really did. But the laugh that left had an edge I hadn’t heard before, the kind that ca from soone who’d been through too much and decided to mask it with jokes.

My heart did that stupid, traitorous flip again. Literally.

"Seo-Jun," I said, my voice quiet as if I was whispering a secret.

He blinked, the mischief lighting on his face.

"Hm?"

But I didn’t say anything. I simply stared at him. Stared at his wet hair, his damp face, his pretty and handsoly annoying face, and then the neck that carried that big head of his.

Gosh, he had a big brain so of course his head was big.

His collarbones, his pecs, his inverted nipples... I ended up trailing all of that and I didn’t get interrupted once with his stupid joke or attempt to tease into annoyance.

He let take all that in till I raised my gaze to et his eyes again.

He was really sothing, this man.

"Seo-Jun," I called again. "You... You’re very handso."

And why the hell did such a line have to slip out of my lips in such a situation?

His lips curled and he said,

"I know."

How very narcissistically expected of him.

He reached his hand towards and brushed a wet strand of hair from my forehead. And the look he gave didn’t demand anything. It looked like he was being serious now.

"And you’re very pretty, Jo-Pil." He said, his hand resting on my cheek.

It was fragile, like he’d put his defenses down because he trusted to not slap them away... This ti. It’s not like I ever slapped his tender hands on my cheek before.

Let’s rule out the beginning of our relationship, ahem.

"Thank you for... putting up with ," he murmured, and the words were so low that I almost missed them. "I get weird when I don’t take things at the surface level or make jokes that leave laughing and you fuming. It’s easier to make light of it."

He chuckled.

"But I don’t do them to upset you. I’m glad you know that."

"And how do you know that I know that?"

"Because if you were genuinely mad at my jokes..." His thumb grazed my cheek gently, giving that pitiful look in his eyes. "...you would’ve dropped everything and walked away, even if I called you back. But... You stay, you react... You do everything despite how annoyed you are. This... I think I don’t need to ask that question a second ti because this is enough." He smiled at .

"That... Question?"

I wondered what he was talking about for a mont and then realized it was the one when he asked how much I an to him.

I blinked a bit and parted my lips.

"Ah," I exclaid.

It’s good that he doesn’t want to hear my answer but was this really enough?

To Seo-Jun, just knowing there was soone who would genuinely get annoyed at his extre jokes but still not walk away, soone who’d hold his hands and stay despite how he was...it was the best gift he could ask for.

And... He wouldn’t be greedy anymore.

I felt sothing lt inside my chest at the realization of that. It wasn’t sympathy but rather... recognition.

I knew what it was to use a smile as a shield, I do it all the ti, and my masters did it so many tis that I can hardly count.

And... I knew how heavy helplessness could get when you’re supposed to be the strong one. When the world expects you to be strong.

"Don’t do that," I said to him, and my voice surprised . It was sothing I wanted to say. Maybe I’ve been going about it in a roundabout thod during all this ti but... not anymore.

I need to tell him to his face.

"Seo-Jun, don’t hide under a joke just because you’re scared. Tell when you’re like this." I grabbed his arms. "I said I was going to be a shoulder you can rest your heavy head on, and I still stand by it. So... No more jokes."

My words were firm and serious enough to touch even the deepest and darkest hearts.

Seo-Jun looked at like he’d swallowed a new thought and wasn’t sure if it fit. He was stunned.

But then that stun fell asleep the corners of his lips tugged slowly.

"And I thought you liked my jokes,"