He never intended to strip Bae Jung-yoon completely. As he’d already said, this was going to be a one-time thing—just once, and then he’d take him straight to the hospital.
Go Hoon climbed on top of Bae Jung-yoon, who was sitting on the bed. He didn’t need to work Jung-yoon up for penetration; he was already fully hard.
Gripping his thick, vein-laced cock, he lined it up roughly with the entrance and forced his hips down. He had no presence of mind to loosen himself up or use any lube.
He was in a rush—not just because Jung-yoon was bleeding, but because a desperate hunger was gnawing at him, an urge to feel Jung-yoon completely.
“Ugh…”
A sharp breath escaped him as he forced himself down onto the stiff length pushing into his tightly clenched entrance. It was his first time actively moving to take someone in himself.
As he bent his knees, pain flared from the barely healed wound on his leg. One of them got bitten on the leg, the other on the arm. Taking turns getting themselves fucked up—what a pair.
“Haa…”
It was the kind of moment that might’ve drawn a laugh, but all that came out were strained moans.
Ramming into an unprepared hole with no finesse was excruciating. It felt like he was tearing apart inside, and cold sweat began to trickle down his back. The pain was even worse than the first time they’d had sex.
Without lube, the inside was painfully dry. Jung-yoon’s cock, forcing its way into him, felt scorching hot—like a searing iron prodding his insides. And not just his cock—his entire body radiated heat tonight.
Then again, Go Hoon wasn’t any different. Something molten was rising from deep within, swelling all the way up to the crown of his head. If he let himself relax even a little, it felt like it would all burst out of him. He clenched his body tight, which only made his eyes sting and redden.
He grabbed Jung-yoon’s broad shoulders hard, like he might crush them, then lowered his hips, sinking down onto his thighs. A breathless moan escaped from Jung-yoon’s lips.
“Easy… There’s no rush, Hoon-ah.”
Now he was the one trying to soothe him—even though he’d been the one begging for it just moments ago.
But Go Hoon didn’t slow down or stop. Locking eyes with Jung-yoon from above, he moved his body with raw, reckless force.
“Ugh… Don’t move your arm…”
When Jung-yoon tried to move his injured left arm, Go Hoon caught it. Leaning his weight on him, Jung-yoon’s upper body sank back onto the mattress.
“Haa… Just stay still.”
He pinned him down, taking him all the way in, burying himself deep. It was the first time he’d ever looked down on Jung-yoon like this. It was usually the other way around.
He let go of Jung-yoon’s hand and began moving again—but Jung-yoon gripped his fingers tighter. Go Hoon didn’t pull away. He just furrowed his brow and started thrusting, hips rolling with intensity as sweat-drenched hair clung to his neck.
Jung-yoon didn’t look away from him for a second. And then—completely out of sync with the moment—he smiled. Go Hoon wanted to snap at him: Is this really the time for that? Then again, having sex with him like this, in this state, was absurd to begin with.
His pale face looked even whiter than usual. Jet-black hair against that ashen skin—he looked like a damn grim reaper. Suddenly, Go Hoon was hit with the memory of the accident during their MT—the day he’d waited helplessly outside the hospital room, hoping for Jung-yoon to regain consciousness.
A wave of fear surged through him. Jung-yoon had already danced with death once. Maybe that’s why… This time, it felt like death was standing right at the door. Like it wasn’t going to pass him by.
“Hh… Bae Jung-yoon. You… can’t die.”
Realistically, Jung-yoon was injured, yes—but it wasn’t a life-or-death situation. Still, the words slipped out before he could stop them.
Even to himself, it sounded over the top. He thought Jung-yoon would laugh it off, maybe even roll his eyes. But he didn’t. That faint smile vanished.
“I’m not going to die.”
Jung-yoon replied with a gravity that pulled the air taut. Then he raised his right hand and pulled Go Hoon down by the nape.
“I’d never die and leave you behind, Hoon-ah.”
The moment the words hit the air, Go Hoon’s cock twitched. Given the urgency of the moment and the clumsy rhythm of his hips, he hadn’t expected to feel pleasure. But contrary to expectations, heat began to spread.
To be precise, it was Jung-yoon’s words that triggered it. Hearing him speak like that—with such conviction—sent a pulse of heat straight to his gut.
Their lips met. A hot hand tangled in his hair as their tongues collided. Teeth scraped his lip, leaving behind a sharp sting.
Go Hoon didn’t push him away. He kissed him back just as fiercely, sliding his hand under Jung-yoon’s shirt. He traced over the solid ridges of his abs, then up across his chest. The pounding of his heart thudded against his palm.
At the same time, Jung-yoon’s left arm wrapped tightly around his waist. The one who’d been quietly taking it just moments ago began slamming his hips upward, hard.
“Ah…!”
Hot breath burst from between Go Hoon’s teeth as that thick cock speared deep inside him. He clung to Jung-yoon as tightly as he could, but the pace, the power—it was different now. Jung-yoon was slamming into him like he meant to break him apart.
Thick fingers traced from the back of his neck down along his spine, stopping at the base of his tailbone. Then, with pressure, they started to rub.
“Our Kkongddeok likes it when I touch him here.”
Go Hoon let out a rough breath and clenched his jaw. This asshole… Why the hell was he saying that now of all times?
Worse still was the way his body reacted, shuddering violently at the pressure. Like it was proving him right. Sensation shot up his spine, and his hips clenched without thinking.
That pissed him off even more.
Go Hoon buried his face in Bae Jung-yoon’s shoulder. The thick scent of sweat, blood, and his natural musk clung to his nose, swirling into something intense—but not repulsive. On the contrary, the rising pleasure quickly crested, leaving him lightheaded, dizzy with sensation.
So he spread his legs wider and took him in, completely—like he was ready to break apart.
***
With Bae Jung-yoon’s arm out of commission, Go Hoon took the wheel. His body throbbed from the waist down, still aching from what they’d just done, but there was no time to waste.
As soon as they arrived at the hospital, Jung-yoon underwent a full examination of his arm and body. The result: surgery and hospitalization were necessary.
It was a damn good thing they hadn’t delayed. Go Hoon had assumed Jung-yoon felt feverish from the sex, but in truth, he had a high fever—his temperature was over 38°C.
Once he was admitted to a hospital room and given IV fluids with antibiotics and painkillers, Jung-yoon fell asleep instantly, like his body had shut down.
The doctor explained that since it was a dog bite—deep and wide—the risk of infection was too high for immediate stitching. Full treatment would take several days.
After hearing that, Go Hoon decided to get his own leg checked just in case. The wound wasn’t too serious, but the doctor noted that inflammation could still develop, so he prescribed antibiotics for him as well.
And soon enough, just like last time, Jung-yoon was transferred to a VIP room.
The only difference was that this time, they didn’t separate them. Go Hoon now sat quietly in the large private suite, watching over the deeply sleeping Bae Jung-yoon. Security guards were stationed outside the door, but no one tried to remove him.
His lashes were long and dark. Go Hoon couldn’t tear his eyes away from that pale, ghostly face. He watched him sleep, eyes closed and still, then slowly reached out. Just to be sure he was still breathing, he brought a finger under his nose.
“…Good. He’s breathing.”
The faint warmth of breath tickled his fingertip. Pulling his hand back, Go Hoon rubbed at his stomach—it had started to rumble.
After everything that had happened, it was already evening. Now that Jung-yoon was finally stable, Go Hoon’s body started to register its own needs.
No choice. He’d have to step out and grab at least a cup of ramen.
“Don’t go anywhere alone.”
That was the last thing Jung-yoon had whispered before falling asleep—gripping his hand tightly as he did.
Still, even with that in mind… he had to eat. He was starving. No way he could keep functioning like this. Thankfully, a hospital of this size was bound to have a convenience store inside. He wouldn’t be gone long.
After confirming that Jung-yoon was still deeply asleep, he carefully slid his hand free.
[Went to the convenience store – Go Hoon]
Just in case, he left a note, checked that the credit card he’d taken from Jung-yoon was still tucked safely in his back pocket, and quietly stepped out.
The round trip to the convenience store took less than ten minutes. It would’ve only been five, but his sore, swollen lower body slowed him down, adding a few extra minutes to the walk.
He returned with a black plastic bag dangling from one hand. But this time, the guards who hadn’t given him a second glance earlier suddenly blocked his path.
What the hell? He raised an eyebrow. One of the guards stepped forward and spoke.
“The Chairman is inside. Please wait here a moment.”
Chairman? That meant a family member—someone from Bae Jung-yoon’s side. Was it still okay for him to be here? Doubt flashed through his mind.
If they ran into each other now, it’d be awkward—painfully so. Maybe he should just find a lounge nearby and eat there instead. He had just turned around to leave when the door slid open with a soft hiss.
And there, on the other side, he locked eyes with a man.
He looked to be in his seventies. Wisps of gray hair, deep-set wrinkles flanking his mouth—it was easy to place his age.
Go Hoon blinked, surprised, then quickly bowed.
“Hello.”
The older man looked at him for a moment, then asked,
“Have you eaten?”
Not even a Who are you? As if he already knew who Go Hoon was, why he was here, and what had happened. Like everything had already been explained—he simply asked whether Go Hoon had eaten yet.
Caught off guard, Go Hoon hesitated, then held up the black bag slightly in response.
“I was just about to.”
“Then eat with me.”
…Was he saying they should eat cup ramen together? Before Go Hoon could make sense of it, the older man stepped out of the room and began walking down the hall.
Go Hoon glanced back at Bae Jung-yoon, still lying in bed, sound asleep.
As he stood there, uncertain, a well-dressed man stepped into his line of sight, politely smiling. He gave a gentle nod and gestured.
“This way, please.”
