Kim Sibaek quickly pulled back behind the table.
“W-What are you trying to do?!”
“It’s nothing serious. I’m just gonna cover your eyes with my tie.”
“And then what?!”
“Then I’ll tie your wrists… Hmm, what should I use for that?”
Tae Woon rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a black handkerchief. The fact that he always carried one—so prepared, so tidy—nearly triggered an automatic sense of pride in Kim Sibaek. He barely stopped himself in time.
“That’s all?”
“Hehehe.”
“Why aren’t you answering properly…?!”
“Do you really want the details?”
“…No.”
What else would he do after blindfolding and tying someone up? The implications were obvious. Kim Sibaek felt even worse than when he saw the cracked table earlier.
“I didn’t raise you to be some kind of pervert…”
“True, but you weren’t around during my teenage years, remember?”
“……!”
“What do you think happens to a teenager’s sex drive when he’s trying to survive in a place where one wrong move could get him killed?”
That was definitely something he hadn’t needed to know.
Disturbed as he was, Kim Sibaek couldn’t deny he’d lost the game. He flopped onto the couch, defeated.
“We need to finish this before lunch break ends.”
“Wanna pinky promise?”
Tae Woon held out his pinky, wiggling it. They locked fingers, even stamped it with their thumbs. Still skeptical, Kim eyed him warily. Tae Woon gave a sweet smile, twirling the necktie in his hand—a smile so charming it managed to chase away even the faintest bit of trust.
“…Sigh.”
Kim Sibaek let out a deep breath and closed his eyes. Thank God Biendeoé was out of the office, off at the yogurt café in front of guild HQ with Lee Hangyeol, lured by the Greek yogurt he’d offered as tribute. If she’d seen this mess, who knows what she would’ve said?
Darkness fell over his eyes, and with sight gone, his other senses sharpened. The sound of Tae Woon rising. The click of his shoes circling the table. The faint rustle of his clothes. The steady approach of his presence.
He thought the tie would be wrapped around his eyes right away, but the sound stopped just short. Tae Woon hadn’t left—Kim could hear his soft breathing, feel him close by. But he wasn’t moving. What was he doing? Should he sneak a peek? No… He’d made a promise.
Tap.
A light press on his forehead wiped away his wandering thoughts in an instant. His forehead, eyebrows, temples, the corners of his eyes, the bridge of his nose, his philtrum, cheeks, cheekbones, eyelids… Tae Woon’s touch traced the lines of his face like a whisper—gentle and light as feathers, yet oddly focused, like he was trying to memorize it through touch.
Kim’s nerves, coiled tight with tension, slowly unwound beneath his fingertips. Every brush of his skin sent a soft shiver. He kept his breaths shallow, afraid that a deep one might close the gap between them and bring him into contact with Tae Woon’s hands.
And then came a strange sense of déjà vu.
That night—the first time they kissed—Tae Woon had touched his face the same way. Like he was trying to commit it to memory through sensation, not sight. Maybe it was a habit, born from his bad vision.
But before that thought could go anywhere, the tie brushed over his face. Darkness deepened behind his eyelids. The smooth silk grazed his skin, then wrapped around his head. A knot tightened behind him.
Kim Sibaek reached up with his still-free hands and touched his eyes.
“…You really tied it.”
“What’re you thinking?”
“That your necktie probably costs a fortune.”
“Want me to buy you one too?”
“Pass. What would I even do with a tie in a guild uniform? I don’t like suits either. They’re uncomfortable. You look good in one, but me? Not so much.”
The words kept coming, partly because the tension was creeping back again. Being tied up was making him uneasy. His hands, fumbling aimlessly, were gently caught by Tae Woon.
“Make one more promise. Don’t tear the handkerchief with brute strength.”
“…I’ll try. As long as you don’t do anything weird.”
Tae Woon asked with innocent curiosity,
“What’s ‘weird’? Woonie’s too young to even watch steamy dramas with you, so I don’t really know what you mean.”
“……”
Maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe he should just break his promise, even if it meant losing every ounce of dignity as a big brother. As Kim Sibaek wrestled with the thought, Tae Woon already had his wrists bound tight with the handkerchief.
He gave it a light tug. It wasn’t very tight. Anyone with normal adult strength could break free easily.
…Wouldn’t it be better if he tied it tighter?
The loose knot forced him to be careful not to pull too hard. In a weird way, it was more effective than rope—Tae Woon’s cleverness at play again. Kim felt a conflicting swell of pride and despair. The kid’s way too smart for his own good…!
There was only one solution now.
This lunch break needed to end. Fast.
As if completely unaware of Kim Sibaek’s growing anxiety about how little time they had left, Tae Woon absently played with the necktie covering his face, then gently eased him down onto the sofa.
“Hmm, not much time left,” he murmured to himself.
Kim barely had a moment to feel relieved before a large hand pressed down firmly between his legs.
“Nnngh…!”
He’d expected something like this, sure—but the suddenness still caught him off guard. Being blindfolded and bound made the whole thing feel even more disorienting.
As his hips jerked reflexively, fingers scratched lightly between his thighs, trying to calm him. There was a soft rustle nearby and the faint clink of something being set on the table—probably gloves. Just as he thought, the touch that followed—the slow lifting of his uniform jacket, the way warm fingers slipped under his sweatshirt and traced the curve of his abs—was skin-on-skin.
Even though Tae Woon’s touch had become familiar, without his sight, every sensation felt sharper, more intrusive. The feeling of fingers teasing his bare skin felt strangely foreign. Maybe it was because he couldn’t touch back—not with his hands tied—or maybe it was the setting: this wasn’t their bedroom. It was a different place, in the middle of the day.
“……!”
Realization slammed into him like a slap. He’d forgotten—completely—because of how naturally Tae Woon had taken over. But this… this was lunch hour. And they were in the executive office.
What the hell are we doing in the office in broad daylight?!
“W-Wait! Hold on! I’ll let you tie me up again, just let’s go ho—hngh!”
Kim didn’t even get to finish his sentence. The moment Tae Woon sensed the shift, he yanked down his underwear in one smooth motion.
The cool air hit him first. Then, without warning, long fingers wrapped around his cock. It was a touch he knew—familiar, practiced. Heat pooled low in his gut, his thighs tensing instinctively.
“Woon… not here, seriously, st—”
He tried to protest, but Tae Woon was already moving. Before Kim could even register the soft, silky brush of something across his stomach, a hot, wet mouth engulfed him completely.
“Ah—fuck! You—you said you wouldn’t—!”
“Wouldn’t what? Suck you off?”
Tae Woon mumbled the words with his mouth still wrapped around him, the muffled syllables buzzing against his skin. Every subtle shift of his lips, the flick of his tongue, the gentle graze of teeth—it all translated into raw sensation.
When Kim Sibaek’s thighs twitched, Tae Woon scraped him deliberately—just enough to sting in the best possible way. The pressure wasn’t harsh, just maddeningly precise. The slick sound of lips moving, the light pull of suction, the soft grit of enamel, the rough texture of tongue—it was sensory overload.
In the darkness behind his blindfold, it felt like nothing existed except Tae Woon’s mouth. That vivid red tongue of his, the one that always glowed in his memory, was all he could imagine—licking, tasting, devouring.
He’d meant to push him away. Instead, his bound hands found their way into Tae Woon’s hair. The position was awkward, movement limited, but when his fingers gave the slightest tug, Tae Woon obeyed—dipping his head lower.
His cock slid deeper into the heat of that mouth, saliva and breath merging into a wet, burning mess.
“Ahn—fuck! You really… ahh!”
Kim’s breath caught, high and ragged. From beneath him, he felt a low, satisfied hum reverberate through Tae Woon’s throat. It sent a shiver straight down his spine. On any other day, he might’ve smacked that smug mouth, but right now, all he could do was cling to his hair and try to stay upright.
Tae Woon finally pulled back, leaving Kim Sibaek’s cock flushed and soaked. He ran his tongue along it slowly, deliberately. Even without seeing him, KimSibaek could feel the look he was giving—those eyes, that wicked smile, that intense gaze aimed right between his legs.
And God, that image made it even worse.
His imagination filled in the blanks, and every bit of it turned him on more.
