Peninsula: I'm the Top Streamer

Chapter 636 On-Screen Girlfriend, Slap!
Quan Xuanhe's consciousness gradually surfaced from the dull, throbbing pain deep in his skull and the unpleasant dryness in his mouth.

He opened his eyes, and in his blurry vision were unfamiliar, delicate ceiling decorative lines filtered through the thick curtains by a few rays of light.

He raised his hand to rub his aching temples, fragmented memories of last night surfacing in his mind.

Quan Xuanhe turned his head to the side, finding the space beside him empty.

He struggled to sit up, the hangover dizziness nearly causing him to collapse.

His gaze swept over the excessively tidy bedroom, and he lifted the fine-textured thin blanket, touching the cool wooden floor.

Looking down, I saw that I was completely naked except for my underwear.

I didn't do anything wrong last night. A man who's really drunk has no mind to do anything.

Quan Xuanhe got up, swayed a couple of times, and then walked out of the bedroom.

It smells like cooked food.

He turned his head to look.

Kim Jisoo stood in front of the spacious and bright kitchen counter, wearing a refreshing and comfortable home outfit, without any makeup, her long hair casually tied back, with a few strands brushing against her smooth neck.

With her back to Kwon Seonhyuk, she was stirring something in the pot, her movements focused and practiced.

On the stove, a small pot was simmering with steaming seaweed soup. Its mild, appetizing aroma, carrying the scent of the ocean, was the core source of the fragrance throughout the living room.

On the counter, there were small dishes containing brightly colored pickled yellow radishes, a sliced ​​soft-boiled egg, and a small dish of fresh-looking and delicious mixed spinach.

Perhaps sensing the gaze behind her, Kim Jisoo turned around and saw Kwon Heonhyuk, disheveled, naked, and sleepy-eyed, leaning against the door.

Kim Ji-soo's gaze lingered briefly on Kwon Heon-hyuk before she turned and took a glass from the cupboard.

"Go and change your clothes."

Walking around in just your underwear, what kind of behavior is that!

Kim Jisoo doesn't cook often, but today she cooked for Kwon Heonhyuk.

These days, how many young people can cook? Let alone someone in their social class.

When Kwon Hyun-hyuk took the water glass, he noticed the hangover medicine and vitamin tablets placed side by side on the table.

Her back remained upright as she turned to ladle out soup, only a loose strand of hair behind her ear betrayed the possible hustle and bustle of the previous night.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk nodded, looking at Kim Ji-soo who looked like a virtuous wife, and couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"She looks very virtuous."

Upon hearing this, Kim Jisoo looked up at him, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"It seems you still have a conscience."

Kwon Heonhyuk held his water glass, his gaze lingering on Kim Jisoo's busy back.

The morning light streamed through the kitchen window, casting a soft outline on her.

She deftly ladled the seaweed soup into a bowl, and as the steam rose, Kwon Hyun-hyuk felt a pang of emotion at the sight.

A top girl group made breakfast for me?
"What are you standing there for?" Kim Jisoo said without turning her head.

"The clothes were drying on the balcony, now folded and placed on the sofa. Your clothes smelled of alcohol last night."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk then noticed his clothes neatly folded on the living room sofa.

"That's so reassuring."

"Go wash up." Kim Jisoo interrupted him, finally turning around with two steaming bowls of soup in her hands.

"There are new toothbrushes and towels in the bathroom."

Quan Xuanhe looked up and around, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Is this your home?"

"Otherwise what?" Kim Jisoo placed the soup bowl on the table.

"Should I send you back to your apartment so reporters can photograph us going back together in the early hours of the morning?"

Quan Xuanhe was speechless.

He looked around. The apartment was simply decorated but exquisite in every way. Several abstract paintings hung on the living room wall, and fresh bouquets were placed on the coffee table. The whole space had Kim Jisoo's unique clean and neat feel.

In the bathroom, Kwon Seonhyuk splashed cold water on his face, trying to clear his head.

He picked up a brand-new toothbrush from the shelf, and the minty toothpaste spread in his mouth, bringing a refreshing sensation.

When he changed his clothes and returned to the restaurant, Kim Jisoo had already set out breakfast.

Besides seaweed soup, there was also freshly toasted bread and a simple salad.

"Eat up." She gestured to the seat opposite her. "The hangover medicine is on the table; take it after the meal."

Quan Xuanhe sat down and scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth.

The perfectly balanced salty and savory flavor immediately awakened his taste buds; the kelp was soft yet tender, and the broth was clear yet rich in flavor.

"I never expected you could cook," Quan Xuanhe said sincerely.

Kim Jisoo gave a soft hum: "Don't underestimate people."

She lowered her head, took a sip of soup, and added, "But I rarely make it normally, so today is an exception."

The two ate breakfast quietly as sunlight gradually filled the entire table. Kwon Heonhyuk noticed that Kim Jisoo also had faint shadows under her eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work last night." He put down his spoon. "Was I very heavy?"

Kim Jisoo paused for a moment: "You know that's good." She looked up, her eyes filled with a hint of reproach.

Why would Senior Liu Haizhen suddenly call me?

"He somehow found out that you're my girlfriend, so he called you last night."

Kim Jisoo's chopsticks froze in mid-air as she took a deep breath: "So now the entire crew knows?"

“That’s not necessarily true,” Quan Xuanhe shook his head. “Not everyone in the crew knows, and this news may not have spread far.”

Upon hearing this, Kim Jisoo let out a long sigh, seemingly with a hint of melancholy.

How can this be clarified? It's just a beautiful misunderstanding.

Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled patterns on the wooden floor. Kwon Hyun-hyuk tapped his fingertips on the table, his gaze lingering on the exposed, pale nape of Kim Ji-soo's neck as she looked down.

She was clearing away the dishes, and the collar of her loungewear swayed slightly with her movements, revealing a small shadow in the hollow of her collarbone.

"Let me do it." He suddenly stood up and took the bowl and plate from her hands, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against the back of her hand.

Kim Jisoo recoiled as if electrocuted, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the edge of the counter.

The ceramic bowls made a crisp clinking sound in the pool.

The salty and savory aroma of seaweed soup still lingered in Quan Xuanhe's nostrils, but at this moment he could clearly smell the fragrance wafting from her hair.

The soft, warm touch he vaguely remembered from his drunken state last night was now magnified infinitely in his sober state. He looked at her suddenly tense jawline and chuckled softly: "Last night..."

"It's time for you to go."

Kim Jisoo turned her face away, but the tips of her ears turned a coral color. "We still have to go to the practice room to practice dancing later."

The force of the push was less a resistance and more a hesitant attempt to cover up the obvious.

She suddenly felt a chill on her waist as Quan Xuanhe's hand slipped inside her cotton clothes, the burning heat of his palm sending shivers down her spine.

The curtains, not fully drawn in the morning, swayed gently in the breeze, and the sunlight filtering in shone precisely on my slightly trembling fingertips at the edge of the kitchen counter.

Kim Jisoo looked up and bumped into Kwon Heonhyuk's teasing eyes, suddenly realizing that from this angle she could clearly see her flushed face in the living room mirror.

She covered his eyes in embarrassment and annoyance: "Don't look!"

Kwon Hyun-hyuk seized the opportunity to bite the finger she brought to her lips, and as his tongue swept across her knuckles, he heard a sharp gasp, just as he had hoped.

His senses, dulled by alcohol last night, were unusually sharp at this moment. With one hand, he untied the hair tie that bound her hair, and as her cascading black hair fell down, he picked her up and carried her horizontally.

"Not allowed to move!"

Kim Jisoo crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking at Kwon Heonhyuk who was about to escalate the situation, and suppressed her embarrassment and annoyance.

"I have nothing to do with you, why are you bothering me?"

Kim Jisoo felt that this was not right. Although she had been blinded by desire last time, she couldn't keep doing it again and again. She couldn't just keep giving in like this without thinking!

"Is this still okay?"

Quan Xuanhe stopped his groping and looked directly into her eyes, who was very close to him.

"You're not my boyfriend."

Kim Jisoo felt that she couldn't just give him whatever he asked for; that would be too much of a trait.
They're giving you everything you want.

Do you think there's a difference between having a girlfriend and not having one?

Kwon Hyun-hyuk spoke frankly, admitting that he was both honest and speechless.

"That's not the same either."

Kim Jisoo's nose was almost touching his face; she felt so close that there was no way to retreat.

"Then you can be my on-screen girlfriend."

"On-screen girlfriend?" Kim Jisoo blinked, not immediately understanding the meaning of the sentence.

Quan Xuanhe leaned back slightly, giving her a little breathing space, but his arms remained firmly around her waist.

“It means exactly what it says,” he explained with a low laugh, his nose almost brushing against hers.

"We can spend more time together on screen so that everyone thinks we're together."

Quan Xuanhe was just talking nonsense right now, spouting random things.

Kim Jisoo's fingertips rested on Kwon Heonhyuk's chest, and she could clearly feel his heartbeat.

The morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, casting dappled golden shadows on her eyelashes and making her wide-open eyes look like those of a startled deer.

"What do you mean by 'on-screen girlfriend'? Do you think we're filming 'We Got Married'?"

"Didn't Senior Yoo Hae-jin think the same thing when he picked me up last night?"

His palm slid down her spine to her lower back and pressed lightly on the hollow.

"You," Kim Jisoo tried to stop him from unbuttoning her clothes, "I still need to go to the practice room."

"There's enough time."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk unbuttoned the first button of her pajamas.

The morning light cast two overlapping shadows on the wall.

Kwon Heonhyuk sensed Kim Jisoo's insincere honesty.

In the end, Kim Jisoo couldn't resist Kwon Heonhyuk.

Zhao Meiyan's solo activities have come to an end, bringing a perfect conclusion.

She achieved her first number one spot in her solo career, and her album reached number one on iTunes albums in 22 countries and regions, including Turkey, Mexico, and Singapore.

With nearly 70,000 listeners on its first day, "Drive" also ranked first on the Bugs real-time chart and entered the upper ranks of the Genie chart.

Overall, it's a really good result. For her first solo performance, winning first place is something she hadn't fully expected.

It's really not easy for a solo artist to get a number one spot. Sometimes it even depends on timing. Otherwise, you might come back and not get anything at all.

"Hello?" He answered the phone, his voice still carrying a hint of morning languor.

"Xuanhe?" Zhao Meiyan's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.

"I heard you finished filming." Zhao Meiyan's voice was light and cheerful on the other end of the phone: "My solo activities are over. Are you free tonight?"

Kwon Hyun-hyuk's fingertips paused on Kim Ji-soo's bare back.

She was curled up in the messy sheets with her back to him, and there were still a few fresh hickeys on her shoulder.

Upon hearing the contents of the phone call, Kim Jisoo's back visibly tensed.

"Maybe tonight." Kwon Heonhyuk had just opened his mouth when Kim Jisoo suddenly turned over, her smooth black hair brushing against his chest.

She looked up at him, her lips pressed into a tight line.

Kim Ji-soo's fingers silently crept up Kwon Heon-hyuk's waist, her nails digging dangerously into his skin.

He gasped, and the person on the other end of the phone immediately asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Kwon Heonhyuk said, grabbing Kim Jisoo's messy hand.

"I just bumped into the corner of the table." Kim Jisoo took the opportunity to lean closer to the receiver, her breathing clearly audible.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. "What are you doing right now?"

Zhao Meiyan lowered her voice.

Kim Jisoo suddenly bit Kwon Heonhyuk's earlobe and whispered, "Tell her you're busy."

She subtly seized control of Quan Xuanhe's fate, forcing him to obey her.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes, still damp with morning mist, were filled with a dangerous warning.

"Something might come up tonight."

His voice was a little strained, and Kim Jisoo's knee was pressed against the side of his leg, the warm touch coming through the fabric.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, as if Zhao Meiyan was thinking: "What about tomorrow night?"

Kim Jisoo suddenly increased the pressure of her fingertips, leaving a crescent-shaped white mark on his chest with her nails.

Quan Xuanhe winced in pain, but saw her silently mouth the word "film".

"We have filming tomorrow." He then grabbed Kim Ji-soo's wrist, which was acting strangely.

Zhao Meiyan's breathing became clearer through the receiver, and her tone clearly showed disappointment.

"Is that so? It seems there's no time left."

Kim Jisoo suddenly threw off the covers and straddled Kwon Heonhyuk's waist.

The morning light outlined her graceful figure, revealing it completely to him.

"Although filming has wrapped up, I'm still quite busy."

Kwon Heonhyuk, quick-witted, mouthed "Stop messing around" to Kim Jisoo at the same time.

She bent down even more, pressing her face against the microphone, listening intently to the conversation.

"Then let's talk about it when you have time?" Zhao Meiyan's voice seemed to have lost its strength, suddenly becoming weak.

He suppressed the muffled groan rising in his throat, feeling the hand belonging to Kim Jisoo slowly sliding along his waist.

The fingertips carried the slight coolness of the morning and the lingering heat of the previous night, igniting a series of tiny electric currents wherever they touched.

No, the plot has been reversed.

"Yes, I know you just finished." On the phone, Zhao Meiyan's voice still carried confusion and disappointment, with a hint of unease.

"Then contact me again when you're really free."

This sentence became the signal for Kim Jisoo to take the next step.

Kwon Heonhyuk tried to take a deep breath to steady his voice, but Kim Jisoo's actions became even bolder.

This is pure, deliberate revenge!

Her soft lips pressed against his Adam's apple without warning, with a slight sucking motion.

The tingling sensation at that moment directly impacted Quan Xuanhe's cerebral cortex.

"I'll hang up now and contact you when I'm done."

The dial tone of the disconnected phone still echoed in the bedroom, as if Zhao Meiyan's confused and disappointed voice had not completely dissipated in the last second.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk tossed his phone onto the soft mattress with a dull thud.

The next second, those big hands moved with lightning speed, grabbing Kim Ji-soo's wrist, which was still slightly raised with a hint of smugness after she had just finished her evil deeds.

"Have enough fun?"

Kim Jisoo tried to pull her hand away, but her wrist was gripped like an iron clamp.

She looked up and met Quan Xuanhe's eyes.

That gaze seemed to pierce through her smugness, reaching straight into the hidden, vengeful feelings in her heart.

That look sent a shiver down her spine, but she forced herself to suppress the momentary panic.

"What's wrong? Didn't you want me to be your 'screen girlfriend'?" She mimicked his previous tone, deliberately making her voice soft and seductive, with a rising tone at the end.

Why did she have to call Zhao Meiyan of all people? How can she just ignore it?

Even though Kim Ji-soo was giving in to her every whim, she was also harboring resentment.

The interruption of the call, and the way he reacted so awkwardly, his embarrassment and forced refusal, perfectly satisfied her twisted, bittersweet desire for revenge.

She even gave up struggling and her body relaxed.

She tilted her head slightly and chuckled, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

She deliberately emphasized the last two words.

"After all, you wouldn't want Miyeon to know that her 'Seonhyuk oppa' is lying naked in another woman's bed early in the morning, would you?"

A look of confusion flashed across Quan Xuanhe's eyes, and he felt somewhat bewildered.

No, these are all my words.

This isn't like you, Kim Jisoo.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk did not immediately refute her; he stared intently at her face, which held an innocent smile yet uttered such sharp words.

This really works.

We must use swift and decisive measures to demonstrate a compassionate heart.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk suddenly flipped Kim Ji-soo over, grabbed her hips with both hands, and placed her on his thighs.

Kwon Heon-hyuk's arm strength was astonishing. Kim Ji-soo felt the scene in front of her suddenly turn upside down. Before she could even cry out, he had already flipped her over and pressed her face down on his strong thighs like a child being punished for making a mistake.

The morning light outlined the lines of her suddenly stiff back.

The intense shame brought on by this position made Kim Jisoo instantly explode.

She could clearly feel the hardness of his thigh muscles and the warmth emanating from his legs, while her suspended lower body was completely exposed to his highly controlled posture.

"You—!" Kim Jisoo was both shocked and angry. She twisted and struggled desperately, her long hair spread out in a mess, trying to lift her upper body or kick him away.

"Kwon Hyun-hyuk! Let go! What right do you have... Waaah!"

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound broke the morning silence without warning, interrupting her words.

Kim Jisoo's body stiffened abruptly, and all her struggles ceased.

The slap landed not with great force, but the impact of that location and posture was far more shocking and indescribably shameful than the actual force.

Quan Xuanhe's large hand did not leave immediately, but remained firmly and punitively covering that firm and soft curve.

The skin beneath his palm was taut, clearly indicating that the owner was experiencing immense shock and shame.

"Why?" Quan Xuanhe's deep voice came from above her head, carrying a calmness that was deliberately suppressed after being provoked, but it was more oppressive than a loud question.

"Just look at how bold you've gotten, Jisoo." He paused, feeling the stiffness in the body beneath his palm, his knuckles tightening slightly.

"You can't just say things carelessly."

He pressed down slightly with his hand, reminding her of her earlier mischief—biting his earlobe and even provoking him with her knee.

"..." Kim Jisoo buried her face in his legs, between the loose strands of hair and the fabric of his pajamas, her exposed ear tips were so red they looked like they could bleed.

She was three years older than Quan Xuanhe, and to be treated like this by someone three years younger was truly humiliating and disgraceful.

The burning sensation on her buttocks and the clear slapping sound echoed repeatedly in her mind, making her feel both ashamed and angry. For a moment, she didn't know whether to curse back or scream.

She felt all the blood rush to her face and the places where she had been slapped, and they burned.

"If you dare do that again..."

He paused deliberately, and tightened his other arm around her waist, making it impossible for her to break free.

At the same time, the hand covering her buttocks gave it a light, yet highly threatening, pinch, with obvious implications.

"It's not as simple as just taking a picture."

Quan Xuanhe let go of her hand.

The moment the path was removed, Kim Jisoo practically sprang to her feet, sparks of shame and resentment igniting in her eyes.

She lunged at him recklessly, a low growl escaping her throat: "Kwon Seonhyuk, you—"

The actions were merely a bluff.

Before long, Quan Xuanhe easily pinned her slender wrist back against the headboard with one arm.

The disparity in strength was disheartening. She struggled a few times before stopping, only panting heavily. The spark in her eyes was quickly replaced by humiliation and suppressed tears. She turned her head away, no longer looking at him.

"If you keep causing trouble, you're not going to the practice room today." Kwon Heonhyuk looked at Kim Jisoo, whom he had subdued, and shook his head slightly.

He released her, got out of bed, and went straight to the bathroom.

The sound of water soon began.

Kim Jisoo stood frozen in place, her fingertips clutching the slightly cool sheet beneath her.

The indignation I felt earlier deflated like a punctured balloon, leaving only a dull, throbbing pain in my chest, neither rising nor falling.

She sat up, haphazardly gathered her disheveled long hair, looked at the blurry, swaying figure behind the frosted glass of the bathroom, and silently began to straighten her rumpled pajamas.

She didn't correct the button immediately when it was buttoned up wrong.

This man.
When Quan Xuanhe came out, he was dressed neatly, his hair was half wet, and he looked refreshed, with no obvious signs of a hangover.

He walked to the door, picked up his coat, and draped it over his arm.

"I'm leaving." Kwon Hyun-hyuk turned around and looked at Kim Ji-soo, who was slumped on the bed.

Kim Jisoo glanced at him, then turned her head away speechlessly, refusing to look at him.

Seeing this, Quan Xuanhe shook his head slightly, turned around and left.

The door was closed softly, shutting out the growing noise outside.

Kim Jisoo stood there for a few more seconds before slowly walking to the window, lifting a corner of the curtain and looking down.

Soon after, the black van drove out of the residential area, merged into the traffic, and disappeared from sight.

The room fell completely silent, leaving only his faint, lingering presence, the sunlight streaming in, and the two uncollected bowls and chopsticks on the dining table; the soup had long since gone cold.

(End of this chapter)