His limp body felt as if it were sinking endlessly. He felt as if he could truly sleep like the dead. However, he woke up because he felt something. As he slowly blinked, he saw a silhouette sitting beside him. Kwon Woo-kyung was reaching out. He must have felt that touch.

“It's already evening. You’ve been sleeping for so long. Don’t you think it’s time to get up?”

“Ah, yes... I'm sorry.”

He tried to push himself up with his arms, but it was difficult because his limbs had no strength. Seo Dong-eun, who had briefly woken during the day to have a pseudo-argument with Kwon Woo-kyung, had fallen back into a deep sleep. And he had slept for a long time. He probably wouldn't have woken up at all if Kwon Woo-kyung hadn't woken him.

Despite telling him to wake up, Kwon Woo-kyung did not withdraw his gentle touch. The quiet movements were more like a soothing pat. The hand that had been stroking his hair slid down his cheek to the nape of his neck. Though he flinched at the ticklish sensation, Seo Dong-eun couldn't avoid him and stayed still.

“...Hic!”

The simple touch ended there, and just as he was about to relax because the hand was withdrawing, a face suddenly closed the distance. The sudden intake of breath tangled his breathing, resulting in a hiccup. The face, which seemed poised to collide with his lips, stopped right in front of his nose at the sound.

“I'm not that much of a piece of trash.”

“...?”

“I mean, I’m not low enough to take advantage of someone who’s been through what you have.”

Then couldn't you move away a bit? he thought, but Kwon Woo-kyung did not retreat. He simply locked eyes with Seo Dong-eun, who blinked blankly from an uncomfortably close distance. Contrary to his words, a heavy, intense light lingered in his eyes. To think he’d look like that after saying such a thing—ultimately, it was Seo Dong-eun who turned his head away.

Chu.

“...!!”

The moment he did, lips descended upon his defenseless nape.

Bang bang.

“Woo-kyung, come out here!”

His body reacted instinctively to the sudden turn of events and the appearance of an unexpected person. With a quick movement, Seo Dong-eun slipped out from between Kwon Woo-kyung and the bed, only to slump down the moment his feet hit the floor.

“Good grief.”

Curled up on the floor, Seo Dong-eun looked utterly bewildered. He seemed surprised by his own sudden movement. To meet his gaze, Kwon Woo-kyung crouched down and let out a hearty laugh, as if he couldn't help it.

Meanwhile, Han Ho-seok's voice and the sound of him banging on the door continued for a few more times.

“There's something I want to show you. If it's not too much trouble, do you want to come out?”

Kwon Woo-kyung said as he reached out his hand. As he instinctively took the offered hand and stood up, Seo Dong-eun's face was flushed—so much so that it was clearly visible even in the dim bedroom lighting.

“Huh? Dong-eun? Are you okay? My god, you look like you've lost half your weight.”

Han Ho-seok, who was about to take bottled water from the fridge, turned his head at the sound of the door. As soon as he saw Seo Dong-eun standing behind Kwon Woo-kyung, he fired off a barrage of questions. Seeing the flushed face up close, he even clicked his tongue.

“Did you buy it?”

Seo Dong-eun bowed his head, repeatedly touching his face. There was no further greeting between Kwon Woo-kyung and Han Ho-seok. After seating Seo Dong-eun at the table, Kwon Woo-kyung asked, and Han Ho-seok pointed toward the guest room with his chin as he finished opening the water bottle.

“In the room. Porridge for Dong-eun is here. It’s hot, though. It'll be perfect to eat now.”

On the table were paper bags and boxes that Han Ho-seok must have just set there. Some of them looked like they had already been eaten. He wasn't particularly hungry, but as he hesitated, Kwon Woo-kyung reached out first.

“I’ll take care of it myself, so you can leave now.”

“Ack, huh?”

Kwon Woo-kyung spoke casually as he transferred the packaged porridge into a bowl. Han Ho-seok, who had been gulping down water, choked on his drink at those words. He asked for clarification between coughs, but Kwon Woo-kyung didn't answer. He simply divided the porridge evenly between Seo Dong-eun and himself.

“Thank you. I'll enjoy the meal.”

While seated, Seo Dong-eun politely thanked both Kwon Woo-kyung and Han Ho-seok. Han Ho-seok barely acknowledged the thanks, his wide eyes fixed solely on Kwon Woo-kyung. Kwon Woo-kyung was in the middle of pushing a bowl of porridge and a glass of water toward Seo Dong-eun.

“What... you, you're eating too?”

“You bought it for us to eat.”

“No, your carbohydrates...”

“They say not to disturb a dog while it's eating because dogs bite. I wonder what would happen if someone touched Kwon Woo-kyung while he was eating. I'm curious, too.”

“Ha, ha.”

Letting out an ambiguous sound—somewhere between a laugh and a sigh—Han Ho-seok finished his water. Even then, he glanced at Kwon Woo-kyung and muttered something to himself that couldn't be heard. Of course, that too subsided with a single glance from Kwon Woo-kyung.

“Right, then. I'm off. Oh, right, I heard Dong-eun is staying here for a while?”

“Pfft!”

But in the end, just before leaving the residence, Han Ho-seok landed a heavy blow that struck Seo Dong-eun squarely, even if unintentionally.

As Seo Dong-eun broke into a fit of coughing, Kwon Woo-kyung handed him a tissue and clicked his tongue. By the time the ambush victim turned his flushed face, Han Ho-seok had already disappeared.

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Perhaps because he had slept more than twice his usual amount over the past few days, he was wide awake despite the late hour. Seo Dong-eun sat on the sofa, holding a cup of warm milk. Kwon Woo-kyung was temporarily away due to an urgent call. In the silent residence, only the TV he had left on made any noise.

But none of that really registered with him.

“Sigh...”

No matter how much he mulled over the events of the past day or two, nothing changed, and all that came out were sighs. He had ended up relying on Kwon Woo-kyung's kindness, but he couldn't stay this way forever. And he truly had left with nothing but the clothes on his back.

“Ah, clothes.”

He didn't even have any clothes right now. What he was wearing was loungewear borrowed from Kwon Woo-kyung immediately after arriving here. An oversized t-shirt and matching pants. He had to fold the hems of the shirt and pants, and the waistband was tightened as much as the elastic would allow.

That meant that when day broke, he would have to stop by his house at least once, even if he didn't want to. He would have to go alone, and the very thought of it made him anxious. Still, he eventually had to return home.

As he sat with his knees pulled up, resting his face against them and staring into space, he noticed the clock pointed to well past midnight. Where had Kwon Woo-kyung gone? He had left as soon as he finished the call, leaving no time to ask where he was going. Of course, it was uncertain whether he would have told him anyway.

“You're still up.”

He had just been thinking of him when he heard his voice. Startled, Seo Dong-eun jumped up. Perhaps the sound of the front door opening had been drowned out by the TV, because Kwon Woo-kyung was already striding into the living room.

“What are you doing up at this hour?”

“Just... I wasn't sleepy.”

Every time Kwon Woo-kyung moved, he could smell the outside air mixed with his distinctive scent. It was a cold breeze, carrying the chill of deep winter. No alpha pheromones were felt at all. Come to think of it, unless he was in a rut or deliberately releasing them, he rarely felt Kwon Woo-kyung's pheromones.

“You've eaten, and you've taken your medicine. You should be sleeping.”

As he stroked his chin and tilted his head, Kwon Woo-kyung suddenly began to scan Seo Dong-eun from head to toe. Since he had done nothing but eat and sleep, he must look disheveled, which felt embarrassing.

“Ah, that's right. I said earlier that there was something I wanted to show you. Let's take a look at that then.”

Kwon Woo-kyung, who seemed lost in thought, suddenly reached out. He took the cup from Seo Dong-eun's hand and carelessly set it on the table, then pointed toward the guest room behind him and continued.

“I told them to get only the absolute essentials for now. The rest can be bought later, though I heard the loungewear has already been washed for you. Ah, here.”

Following Kwon Woo-kyung's lead without much thought, Seo Dong-eun entered the guest room and faced a multitude of clothes that filled not only the hangers but also the floor. While he stood there bewildered, Kwon Woo-kyung seemed to know exactly what was there. Pushing aside paper bags and opening a drawer, he gestured for Dong-eun to come closer. Inside the drawer, loungewear of a similar texture and design to what Seo Dong-eun was currently wearing was organized by color. Beside them were undergarments.

“The size should fit. Unless you've lost weight in the meantime, uh... though that part is a bit tricky.”

His speculative gaze swept over Seo Dong-eun's upper and lower body again. Soon, Kwon Woo-kyung began taking clothes out of the drawer. He even winked playfully as he picked them out one by one and handed them over. When Dong-eun took them, he found the underwear was placed right on top, as if to make a point.

“Is this... mine?”

“Well, do you think this small thing would be mine?”

Mimicking Seo Dong-eun's tone, Kwon Woo-kyung smirked again. He had felt it since waking up in the evening, but Kwon Woo-kyung seemed strangely excited. He seemed to be in a good mood. Such frivolous jokes made Dong-eun feel strange.

“Everything here can’t be mine, can it? Even Mr. Kwon Woo-kyung's clothes?”

Since this was Kwon Woo-kyung's residence, he asked, thinking the rest must be his.

“My clothes? Mine are kept separately in the dressing room. The ones for filming are specially sourced. Is there a problem?”

“So, you mean all the clothes in this room are...”

“Seo Dong-eun's.”

“...Why?”

“What do you mean, why? Ah, do you perhaps like the clothes you're wearing right now that much? So you just want to keep wearing them? I don't mind, but...”

No, that might actually be fine. As Kwon Woo-kyung murmured seriously, his eyes narrowed. It was probably just his imagination that the eyes scanning his features felt insolent. Seo Dong-eun tucked the loungewear and underwear Kwon Woo-kyung had given him into his arms and slowly looked around the room, but nothing had changed. The room was still full of unorganized—no, unopened—boxes and paper bags. Each one bore the logo of a luxury brand he knew only by name, which left Seo Dong-eun even more flustered.

“I... I was planning to go home tomorrow to pack some things.”

“You were intending to go back to that house just to retrieve those kinds of things?”

Crossing his arms, Kwon Woo-kyung stared at a corner of the room. Following his gaze, another set of clothes was neatly placed on a shelf. Even at a glance, it was clear the material was different from the other things here. It was the jacket and pants Seo Dong-eun had been wearing during the incident, worn out and frayed, just like the other clothes he owned.

“I told you to throw that shirt away entirely. I was going to throw those away, too. I really should have.”

“But...”

“And I can't take you there.”

“I meant I would go by myself. I... these things are all too extravagant for me...”

“Alone? That's even more impossible. I bought all these things because I needed them. So just wear them.”

Bluntly cutting off Seo Dong-eun's words, Kwon Woo-kyung gave a dismissive flick of his chin.

“But why give them to me?”

Neither of them was unaware that the conversation was going in circles. Seo Dong-eun did not simply back down, and the smile had vanished from Kwon Woo-kyung’s face, leaving it expressionless. Staring blankly at Seo Dong-eun, Kwon Woo-kyung let out a soft sigh. Brushing back his hair with a bored, indifferent motion, he suddenly closed the distance.

“I bought them because I needed to, and I gave them to Seo Dong-eun for the same reason. Is there a problem?”

“You didn't even tell me, and I don't need this many. As I said, it's too excessive for me. And...”

“Ah. The problem is that I didn't tell you? I'll do it now. I bought some clothes for you to wear, Seo Dong-eun. I figured you wouldn’t have anything to wear for now. But thinking about it, it might be fine for you to keep wearing my clothes like you are now. It would be even better if you were naked. Want to do that?”

It was impossible to get through to him. The more they spoke, the more he felt like a broken record. Seo Dong-eun was exhausted, but Kwon Woo-kyung showed no such signs, which only made Dong-eun feel more aggrieved and frustrated. With a pout on his face, Seo Dong-eun simply glared at the clothes filling the room. His mind, already cluttered, became even more jumbled under the weight of the pressure.

“You like that one, don’t you? Me too.”

“……?”

Muttering something barely intelligible, Kwon Woo-kyung leaned over. He picked up a piece of clothing that had been the object of Seo Dong-eun’s vacant gaze. Dong-eun had been looking at it absentmindedly, but Kwon Woo-kyung seemed to interpret it otherwise.

“Try it on.”

“Huh? Oh, no? I didn’t say I’d wear it.”

“You’re not going to wear it? Then I guess I'll just have to throw it all away. The manager went through a lot of trouble to buy these.”

Kwon Woo-kyung murmured tonelessly, his expression remaining blank. It was Dong-eun who grew flustered instead. Even a rough guess suggested the clothes were expensive, and, notably, none of them had price tags. Realizing this, Seo Dong-eun felt even more distressed, and his face eventually crumpled on the verge of tears.

“But there are so many…….”

“I told you, I bought them because I needed them. This is exhausting. If you're not going to throw them away, let's just try them on. We have to check the size, right?”

Since there were no price tags anyway, was he going to say he'd throw them away again if they didn't fit? The words Dong-eun wanted to say back lingered in his mouth.

At this rate, he would be swept away by him again. Even knowing this, his heart softened. Judging by his bloodshot eyes, Kwon Woo-kyung looked truly exhausted, and Dong-eun didn't want to add to his fatigue over something like this. While blaming himself for giving in, he couldn't help but care and be swept along.

Sensing the stubbornness had broken, Kwon Woo-kyung deftly snatched the loungewear and underwear he had been holding. It was a signal for him to change right there, in front of him. For a moment, Dong-eun hesitated, wondering if this was really necessary. But once the sun rose, Kwon Woo-kyung had to return to the set. His faint reluctance ended there.

Biting his lip in embarrassment, Seo Dong-eun slid his hand under the T-shirt he wore. A reddish hue spread across his already flushed neck, and his unfocused gaze drifted erratically through the air.

“Your skin is really…”

Dong-eun flinched at the muttered voice. At some point, Kwon Woo-kyung had begun staring at him with a frown. Specifically, he was staring at the area around his chest and stomach. Bruises and scars had left behind mottled marks that still lingered on his pale skin.

Feeling as if he were being blamed, Seo Dong-eun shrank back. His skin was especially prone to scarring and bruising. He had been left with similar marks in the past. Though the other man likely didn't remember.

Kwon Woo-kyung looked as if he were about to say more, but he kept his mouth shut. He simply continued to gaze at Seo Dong-eun with a stiff expression.

In the enclosed space where conversation had ceased, the sound of fabric brushing against bare skin echoed unusually loudly. He felt as if he might be crushed to death by a strange tension so thick that even the sound of breathing could hardly penetrate it. Or perhaps he might burn to death first under the gaze of those eyes. He felt inexplicably thirsty.

“……Please.”

After he finally managed to take off his t-shirt, Seo Dong-eun held out his hand. If possible, he wanted to wear a hoodie over Kwon Woo-kyung’s t-shirt, but Kwon Woo-kyung’s clothes were too large for that. Goosebumps quickly rose on his bare skin, exposed to the cold air. At the touch of the chill, his delicate skin shrank pitifully.

It was just as the hoodie was placed in the hand he had extended, while he awkwardly turned his head away. Instead of simply handing over the clothes, Kwon Woo-kyung mischievously grabbed his wrist and pulled.

“……!”

He instinctively shut his eyes tight. The sheer tension of the moment had frightened him. Realizing his mistake, he quickly opened them, but everything before him was dark. Before he could process anything, a soft touch settled over his hunched shoulders. Then came the delicate sensation of fingers smoothing his messy hair. Only then did Seo Dong-eun realize that Kwon Woo-kyung had dressed him. Because he couldn't lift his arms, only his face peeked out from the oversized shirt, but regardless, he was dressed.

“How is it?”

“Huh?”

As he blinked, feeling dazed and awkward, Kwon Woo-kyung pointed behind him and asked. When Dong-eun tried to turn his head, the other man turned his entire body for him. He was facing the full-length mirror standing in one corner of the room.

The mirror was large enough to reflect both men. In the mirror stood a man with a bewildered expression, wearing a hoodie significantly larger than his body, and behind him, a larger man holding his shoulders and tilting his head.

Their eyes met in the mirror. Kwon Woo-kyung, who had been smiling, suddenly pouted. It was because Seo Dong-eun’s hair had become disheveled again, rendering his efforts to smooth it down useless. With a very serious expression, Kwon Woo-kyung began pressing down on Seo Dong-eun’s hair again. Those large hands exerted no force, feeling only soft and damp.

It was bewildering. The fact that the man standing behind him, with his gentle touch, was Kwon Woo-kyung. In that moment, only the two of them remained in the quiet space. Yet, for some reason, it felt surreal. That realization made Seo Dong-eun feel sorrowful.

“Hmm?”

Even as the voice urging for an answer rose playfully, the speechless Seo Dong-eun just stared blankly into the mirror. The Kwon Woo-kyung in the mirror simply looked down, and wherever his gaze fell, there was only a thin, pale man looking back at him.

“……I think it's fine.”

His voice came out a bit choked. After swallowing hard a few times, the turmoil in his heart gradually subsided. As he glanced sideways, their eyes met again in the mirror. Then, as if he had been waiting, Kwon Woo-kyung gave a small smile. Kwon Woo-kyung was also dressed comfortably. In casual clothes, with his hair naturally falling to cover his forehead, he looked younger than usual. Yet he looked so striking that Dong-eun couldn't bring himself to look at him for long. His own reflection, standing before him, looked too shabby. He already knew that, but he still felt ashamed.

“……I think I look fine too. Um, no, I like it.”

Perhaps it was because of that appraising gaze. The pleasant smile soon gave way to a mischievous, playful grin, and Kwon Woo-kyung obsessively scrutinized Seo Dong-eun. The way he appreciated every inch of his unremarkable body and face made Dong-eun instinctively clench his fists. Seo Dong-eun was about to say it was enough and that he would change his clothes—if only Kwon Woo-kyung hadn't moved.

“……!”

His entire body froze at the unexpected intrusion. The lights illuminated the room far too brightly, and a full-length mirror stood in front of them. His attempt to stagger backward was blocked by a solid body. There was nowhere to escape. He had no choice but to watch what he was doing.

Kwon Woo-kyung slid his hand beneath the loose clothing and stroked the flat stomach as he delved deeper, as if to show off. The spacious hoodie stretched tight to accommodate the bodies of two people.

“Gasp!”

The palm slid past his collarbone and settled on his chest. The hand stroking his flat chest deliberately teased his nipple. He bit his lip, but he couldn't stifle the gasp that escaped. Every time the large hand, which could cover his entire chest, moved, his nipples were stimulated. Seo Dong-eun held his breath.

“Ah!…… St-stop……. Ugh!”

He tried to hold it in, but the whimper finally broke through as the firm, rough hand grazed and rubbed his nipples. The erect nipples were defenseless against the stimulation. His waist twisted. His head fell back, and the nape of his neck rubbed against Kwon Woo-kyung’s shoulder and chest. His legs, losing strength, were about to collapse. No, his entire body was already sagging. If Kwon Woo-kyung’s solid thighs hadn't been supporting him, he might have fallen long ago.

“Stay…just stay still.”

The voice, firmly suppressing the weak resistance, was damp. The wet lips pressed against the outer ear, and the low, sunken voice, unfiltered, penetrated the ear, making it even more intense. There was nothing to hold onto. Seo Dong-eun grabbed Kwon Woo-kyung’s thick wrist, which was groping his stomach, and shook his head again. His tear-rimmed eyes grew red.

Ever since he had first slept with Kwon Woo-kyung, this part of him had been steadily developed by the other man. It was only natural to react to his touch. While feeling shame at the sight of himself being toyed with, there was no way to stop the surging sexual pleasure. The protruding, erect nipples were pinched and rolled. Every time, the fine hairs on his body stood on end, but Seo Dong-eun endured it, biting his lip.

“Make some noise.”

But the more he resisted, the firmer Kwon Woo-kyung became. Kwon Woo-kyung was particularly relentless when they slept together. He never let anything slide easily. Kwon Woo-kyung wanted a reaction until the very end and hated it when Seo Dong-eun held back. Even as his vision blurred with tears, the gaze in the mirror remained fierce. Seo Dong-eun shook his head and stubbornly kept his mouth shut. He felt inexplicably sorrowful. Even though they were in a room, the door was wide open and near the entrance. Even if that hadn’t been the case, performing such an act in such an open place while looking in the mirror was more than he could handle.

“So stubborn.”

Startled by the blunt response, Seo Dong-eun looked back at him. In an instant, his heart seemed to plummet. What if he was disappointed? What if he lost interest in him? Anxiety always left Seo Dong-eun weak.

“Alright, then.”

The words followed lightly. Kwon Woo-kyung didn't seem offended. However, there was no time to feel relieved, given the hint of a laugh in the added tone and the playful wink.

“Just bite this instead. It suits you.”

Kwon Woo-kyung rolled up the hem of the hoodie just enough to expose his chest and pressed it against Seo Dong-eun’s lips. Seeing his bewildered face, eyes wide with confusion, Kwon Woo-kyung tilted his head and rested his cheek on Seo Dong-eun’s shoulder. His boyish features twisted mischievously.

“You look ten years younger. It feels like I'm doing this with an eighteen-year-old. I wonder if I'll end up in handcuffs.”

“But I'm so turned on. What should I do?” Kwon Woo-kyung muttered as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. He turned Dong-eun to face him and leaned in. He even pulled the hoodie strings to put the hood over that small head, and the curve of his lips rose with even more satisfaction.

“…Mr. Dong-eun?”

However, as Kwon Woo-kyung tidied the clothes and brushed the fabric that had risen to the chest, his face gradually stiffened. The face looking back at him was strange. Seo Dong-eun’s gaze was unfocused. His complexion was pale, and though his gaze was fixed past Kwon Woo-kyung’s shoulder, he wasn't actually seeing anything. Kwon Woo-kyung called his name again. From between the blankly parted lips, the fabric of the clothes fell away limply.

“…….”

His exhaled breath was faint. Seo Dong-eun, frozen in place, looked just like a wax figure. “Dong-eun,” he whispered, gently embracing his shoulders. He had to be careful not to apply too much pressure. Otherwise, just as his own heart had turned pitch black like a sudden spark, it felt as if Seo Dong-eun might shatter right there in his hands. Seo Dong-eun, Seo Dong-eun. He called that name over and over, gently shaking his shoulders in hopes of a response. Just as his already threadbare patience was about to snap from anxiety, the eyes, finally regaining their spark, turned toward Kwon Woo-kyung.

“I'm sorry. I made a mistake, I misspoke.”

Eighteen—was that the problem? Over something so trivial. His excitement, buzzing in his head, sank instantly, as if he had been drenched in cold water. Removing the hood he had carefully put on, Kwon Woo-kyung clenched his teeth.

“……Ah.”

He heard the whisper just as he was about to strip away the last of his own greed. Seo Dong-eun, who had struggled to pull his hand out from under the oversized shirt, grabbed Kwon Woo-kyung’s wrist. When he looked up, Seo Dong-eun was moving his lips, his head bowed low.

“Seo Dong-eun.”

“……It's okay. It's just, sometimes I zone out. It's not because of you, Kwon Woo-kyung; it’s just something that happens now and then…… so you don't have to worry about it.”

Even as he muttered the words with difficulty, Seo Dong-eun kept gauging Kwon Woo-kyung’s reaction. Every time his eyelids flickered, his long lashes fluttered, casting shadows across his flawless face. Kwon Woo-kyung looked down at the thin hand gripping his wrist. Dong-eun didn't seem to realize it, but his hand had been trembling slightly for a while.

“I want to do it.”

You can do it. Those words finally escaped his lips. Seo Dong-eun was afraid that Kwon Woo-kyung would get angry or be disappointed. Kwon Woo-kyung was not unaware of that. In fact, it was because he knew it so well that he had been able to drag him this far. But something like this…

“I really am a piece of trash.”

Without missing a single detail, including the slight dilation of his pupils, shaking with anxiety, Kwon Woo-kyung recklessly bit and sucked on his slightly parted lips. Firmly supporting the body about to lose its balance and collapse, he licked and nibbled the lips that sparked a thirst that could never be quenched.

Opening his mouth as wide as possible to accept Kwon Woo-kyung, Seo Dong-eun closed his eyes. When saliva flowed in, he accepted it sweetly. Before he knew it, his body was freed as the shirt was stripped away. As he wrapped his arms around the solid, thick shoulders, their lips, deeply locked, parted, and the tongue that had filled his mouth slid out. As he tilted his face to follow, Kwon Woo-kyung grabbed both cheeks and fixed his gaze.

“Tell me if it's too much.”

Dong-eun nodded vaguely and tried to move toward him again, but was stopped once more. Longing, Seo Dong-eun licked his lips and looked at him yearningly.

“Anything.”

“……Yes.”

Only after hearing that voice did Kwon Woo-kyung let him take his mouth. He lifted the adult man's body lightly and supported him, then guided him to wrap his legs around his waist. The wet, smacking sounds of their pressed lips continued without interruption. As he sucked on his tongue and scraped the roof of his mouth as desired, low, whimpering moans tickled his ears.

With a thud, the sound of the door closing signaled that they had arrived in the bedroom. Seo Dong-eun blinked his hazy eyes. It was Kwon Woo-kyung’s room, filled with familiar lighting and a familiar scent.

To be continued in Volume 3