Go Hoon frowned. He wanted to show just how much he hated what he’d heard, but he regretted not having the strength to do it properly.
“…Don’t say disgusting shit like that.”
He muttered in a drained voice, prompting Bae Jung-yoon to snicker. Resting his head on Go Hoon’s shoulder, he spoke in a drowsy tone.
“That’s disgusting to you?”
Instead of replying, Go Hoon blinked slowly. He didn’t feel the need to waste his energy on words. When he chose silence, Jung-yoon lifted his head and looked down at him.
“Do you hate me now because I said that?”
The sudden question made Go Hoon stare at him. His tone was casual, but it felt like he was looking for reassurance.
He was reminded of something Jung-yoon had once asked him—Would you still like me no matter what I did?
Back then, Go Hoon hadn’t been able to answer. And now, he still couldn’t say for sure. But one thing was certain—he wasn’t going to hate Bae Jung-yoon over a stupid comment like that.
Sure, he didn’t understand how the guy thought. But that didn’t mean he felt some overwhelming disgust strong enough to erase his feelings. If his emotions had been that easy to shake, he never would’ve started anything in the first place.
“…I really must be crazy.”
Instead of answering, Go Hoon muttered to himself. That alone felt like enough of a reply.
The more he thought about it, the clearer it became—he had to be insane. Seriously, how the hell did he end up falling for someone like this? It was still a mystery.
Is this what people meant by love-hate? Even that didn’t quite fit.
He’d just… gotten used to him. Somewhere along the way, without even realizing it. Yeah. He’d adapted. Been broken in. That was the best way to describe it.
When Go Hoon looked at him with all those tangled thoughts in his eyes, Bae Jung-yoon smiled brightly.
Lying on Go Hoon’s chest, Jung-yoon rolled to the side. Then he wrapped his arms around Go Hoon’s shoulders and back, hugging him tight. The way their bodies were pressed together with no space in between—he clearly liked it that way.
With Jung-yoon’s cock still buried deep, pressing against his inner walls, Go Hoon let out a strained groan. “Ngh…” His pained expression was gently touched by Jung-yoon’s hand. Rubbing the crease between his brows with his thumb, he murmured in a low voice.
“There are so many things I want to try with you, Hoon.”
Those pitch-black eyes shimmered. There was no way a line like that could be taken innocently—and it wasn’t just Go Hoon’s imagination.
What the hell was going on in that guy’s head right now? He was curious, sure, but he didn’t ask. Not everything in life needed to be known. Some things were better left that way.
Go Hoon reminded himself once again: he couldn’t afford to let words like that get to him.
Bae Jung-yoon didn’t want a loving relationship. This was nothing more than a fleeting indulgence. He had to keep reminding himself that expecting real feelings from him was pointless.
Still, even knowing that, Go Hoon couldn’t help the way his hopes would rise—especially when Jung-yoon looked at him with those soft, affectionate eyes. It only made his longing worse.
Holding his gaze for a moment, Go Hoon eventually closed his eyes. Not seeing his face felt safer.
“How’s your body?”
As soon as his vision was cut off, a soft voice slipped in, like it had been waiting for that moment—as if to mock his efforts to clear his head.
Nothing ever went the way he wanted. And now he’s suddenly pretending to care? The bitter thought made Go Hoon exhale through his nose.
“You’re asking now?”
Shouldn’t he have checked on his condition before climbing on top of him? Taking care of him only after getting off—that was just too little, too late.
Even as Go Hoon threw the words at him, Bae Jung-yoon just chuckled, completely unbothered.
Only then did Go Hoon check in with his own body. Aside from being completely wrecked from taking someone that well-endowed, he didn’t feel too bad.
“…I think I’m fine. For now.”
He said it plainly, just being honest. Jung-yoon hummed softly in response.
“You’re fine?”
His arms tightened around Go Hoon’s waist as he gave a shallow thrust, nudging him inside again—like he was asking, So we can go again, right?
“Ugh… Stop it.”
When Go Hoon squirmed slightly, the motion stopped. Jung-yoon dropped the teasing and asked seriously.
“Do you think it’ll happen again?”
He didn’t say exactly what “it” meant, but the meaning was clear: Will you turn into a cat again and be stuck like that?
“…I hope not.”
After a brief silence, Go Hoon mumbled softly.
Honestly, even he couldn’t say for sure. Things might be fine now, but who knew what would happen a few hours later? He couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t happen again.
Which meant he had to find a way. A way to stabilize this unstable body. For now, he needed to keep looking for that black cat. He had a feeling that if he found it, he might find the answer. It was the only lead he had.
After sorting through his thoughts, Go Hoon sat up. As Jung-yoon’s cock slipped out, a trail of white fluid leaked from his stretched entrance. He could feel the unmistakable gaze on his lower half—but he forced himself to act unfazed.
He needed to wash up. The soreness was manageable, but the stickiness was unbearable. Rising from the bed on shaky legs, he made his way to the bathroom.
But footsteps followed close behind him. Bae Jung-yoon came right up to Go Hoon’s back and wrapped an arm around his waist to support him. He tried to stop him from coming into the bathroom, but before he could say anything, the door had already closed behind them.
“Why are you coming in here?”
He protested a beat too late, and a smooth, cheeky reply came back.
“To help you. Let’s shower together, Hoon.”
Help, yeah right. He’d only end up making things worse—bothering him with unnecessary comments or just being an annoying pain in the ass.
“I said no. I don’t need help.”
Go Hoon snapped, clearly rejecting him, but Bae Jung-yoon didn’t back off.
And sure enough, a few minutes later, Go Hoon found himself being manhandled in the shower. Jung-yoon slid his fingers between his legs, saying he’d clean out the leftover cum, but before long, those touches turned slow and indulgent. By the time Go Hoon snapped back to his senses, he was being pressed against the cold marble wall, taking Jung-yoon’s cock from behind.
It wasn’t until he complained—ten times—that he was dizzy and on the verge of throwing up that Jung-yoon finally let him go. They didn’t get around to eating dinner until much later that night.
***
In the days that followed, the strange symptoms seemed like they’d just been a false alarm. His body returned to normal. Shifting between his cat and human forms became easy again, and his condition stayed stable.
But in the end, he had to give up on the language school.
He’d agreed to Bae Jung-yoon’s suggestion that it was safer to stay home, since they still couldn’t be sure his body had fully stabilized. And he wasn’t wrong—there was always a chance something could trigger it again. That fear alone was enough to keep Go Hoon grounded.
It was a shame to waste the money, but since he could switch to online lectures, there was no point in being stubborn about it. If the same thing happened again while he was outside, he couldn’t exactly keep asking Jung-yoon to come pick him up every time.
To prepare for any future incidents, Jung-yoon even installed a location-tracking app on his phone. They were lucky they’d known exactly where the language academy was last time—if not, both of them would’ve been in serious trouble. So Go Hoon couldn’t object.
Still, it felt like his privacy was gradually being chipped away. Not because anyone was forcing it—but because everything just kept naturally leaning in that direction.
Unlike Go Hoon, who felt stifled by the limits his body was now placing on his daily life, Bae Jung-yoon seemed almost pleased with how things were unfolding. The contrast was frustrating. How long was he supposed to keep playing this cat-and-mouse game with his own body?
Growing impatient, Go Hoon made a few more trips around the neighborhood with Jung-yoon, hoping to spot the black cat with golden eyes—but no luck. It was as if the thing had vanished. Time just slipped by, uneventful and unresolved.
The helplessness of the situation weighed on him. His mood had been steadily getting worse, and maybe Bae Jung-yoon had picked up on that—because when the weekend arrived, he suddenly insisted on dragging Go Hoon out for a spontaneous outing.
“So where are we going?”
He couldn’t hold back his curiosity and finally asked. Jung-yoon, eyes on the road, gave him a quick sidelong glance and flashed a playful smile.
“It’s a secret.”
Go Hoon’s eyes narrowed reflexively. Just how amazing could this place be if he had to keep it hush-hush? His curiosity only deepened, but it didn’t seem like pressing him would get any real answers.
So instead, Go Hoon quietly turned to look out the window. It had rained for days, mirroring his own sunken mood—but today, the sky was crystal clear and full of light.
After about thirty minutes of driving, they arrived at what looked like their destination. Go Hoon leaned toward the window, eyes wide with curiosity as he took in the unfamiliar view.
