My cousin’s enrolling? It sounded like some random nonsense at first, but honestly, it wasn’t totally out of the blue. Among all the cousins, one of them had been identified as a Guide early on. And since it’s not like Espers or Guides pop up every other day, if someone from the family had recently joined the Center, the identity was obvious.
“Choi Jae-won enrolled? How? When? And he didn’t even tell me?”
“…You didn’t know either, Han-seo?”
Woo-jun’s round eyes softened with guilt, his voice sheepish. Han-seo pretended not to notice how the affectionate baby had quietly shifted back to just Han-seo.
“No. If I’d known, don’t you think I would’ve told you? I’m literally finding out from you right now.”
“…Seriously?”
“Seriously!”
Like most Korean chaebol families, theirs wasn’t exactly one where cousins were close or dropped by each other’s houses unannounced. At least Han-seo, being from the maternal side and excluded from any inheritance mess because his career path had been decided young, had always managed to stay on good terms with everyone without much conflict.
“That’s weird. Grandpa used to swear up and down he’d never let him enroll.”
Choi Jae-won, the only son of Han-seo’s youngest uncle, had been confirmed as a Guide at the age of ten.
Normally, once someone awakens as a Guide, they’re expected to serve the nation. But when S-Class Lee Han-seo obediently agreed to enroll early, Chairman Choi—who had already pegged Jae-won as his heir—threw a massive fit, insisting he wouldn’t allow it no matter what. The compromise they landed on was that Jae-won would only be summoned during emergencies or war.
Of course, that deal was backed by the fact that Jae-won was only B-Class, and the donation Chairman Choi had poured into the Center in exchange for overlooking one B-Class Guide was—well, jaw-dropping.
Han-seo, who had been dragged into the Center at fifteen and had to give up all his freedom, had done that so Jae-won could avoid formal enrollment until twenty. And now the guy just waltzes in like it’s no big deal? Even a passing dog would laugh. At least, Han-seo thought so.
“S-Sorry for getting mad without asking… I just thought… you didn’t tell me but went and told Joon-young sunbae first…”
Han-seo let out a sigh, completely drained. He didn’t even have the chance to be properly shocked about his cousin enrolling—he was too stunned, too baffled.
“Hehe.”
Park Woo-jun smiled like a full moon on a holiday, his eyes curling with joy.
Well… as long as my boyfriend’s cute, everything else can wait. As long as he’s not upset anymore…
“Glad we cleared that up…”
“Hehehe. Wanna order pizza?”
“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.”
“Should I add garlic wings?”
“Sure. Order everything. Pizza, garlic wings, pasta… Let’s just eat ‘til we burst.”
Even while finding Woo-jun absolutely adorable for happily adding sweet potato mousse—his personal favorite—Han-seo felt a strange unease tugging at him from deep inside.
While waiting for the pizza, he called his mom to check. Apparently, the moment he turned twenty, Choi Jae-won had just snapped, stormed into the Center without telling a soul.
— He didn’t say anything to you? I thought he said he’d tell you himself.
“Yeah, no. Not a word. I found out from someone else today. How’s Grandpa holding up?”
— Don’t even ask. That loud old man grabbed his neck and nearly passed out. Stock prices even wobbled because of the fuss. Have you had dinner yet, sweetheart?
“I’m about to. Park Woo-jun ordered pizza.”
— Mm, good. Eat up. I saw Woo-jun’s picture in that article—he’s getting more handsome by the day! I just love my good-looking son-in-law. Let me know if you need anything, okay?
“Yup. Talk to you later.”
As soon as he ended the short call, Park Woo-jun showed up like he’d been waiting, presenting a hot slice of pizza right to Han-seo’s lips. After taking a bite, Han-seo casually leaned in and mumbled, “Gimme some cola too,” acting cute.
Apparently smitten by the clingy gesture, Woo-jun smiled so wide it looked like his face might split. He handed over a cola with a straw and even picked the bones from the garlic wings, spearing a piece with his fork like a loyal servant waiting on his master.
“Is it good? You’re eating more than usual.”
“Yeah. I need the energy. Got something later.”
“Huh? What is it? If it needs muscle, just let me handle it.”
Their official vacation ended tomorrow. Which meant tonight was their last chance to let loose without worrying about the next day. Han-seo had already told Guide Team Leader Lee Jung-hyuk during his commute home that he’d report in late tomorrow afternoon.
Chewing on the cheesy crust, Han-seo jabbed his clueless boyfriend lightly in the side.
“We’re both gonna need energy. So you better eat up too.”
“……!!”
Woo-jun’s pale face turned bright red in an instant. Mmm. That innocent, pure look on such a sweet face… God, he was too cute to handle.
***
“Han-seo.”
“……”
“Baby. Han-seo, you asleep?”
“……”
“Heung…”
Heung? Seriously, heung? God, that was too cute. Absolutely lethal. Who the hell gets to have a boyfriend like that? Lee Han-seo had to fight with everything he had not to burst out laughing right then and there.
After turning beet red at the mention of “using strength together,” Park Woo-jun had wolfed down the rest of dinner like a crab scuttling away from the wind, then cleaned up all the dishes while Han-seo was in the shower. Now he sat on the bed, eyes sparkling with barely-contained anticipation.
He’d even gently tapped Han-seo’s butt, telling him to hurry and wash up. But when Han-seo decided to tease him a little by pretending to be asleep, Woo-jun just stood there, clearly torn, murmuring to himself like a kicked puppy.
“Are you sleeping? Hm? Oh… you’re really out, huh…? Our Han-seo must’ve been really tired…”
He looked so pitiful and unsure that Han-seo nearly cracked. But he managed to keep it together—barely—though a grin threatened to split his face.
Then he lost it. The laugh just escaped. He tried to hide it by rolling onto his side, but of course, there was no fooling Park Woo-jun. The moment he heard that telltale giggle, his voice perked up instantly.
“Baby!”
Even knowing he’d been caught, Han-seo stubbornly kept his eyes closed and kept up the act.
“Mmh. You’re still sleepy? Okay, okay. Keep sleeping.”
What kind of ridiculous line is that?
Peeking through his lashes, Han-seo watched as Woo-jun lowered his gaze with a soft smile, his long lashes brushing his cheeks, lips pressed together. His face was still pink.
Looking so pure and sweet it was almost holy—and yet, with visible anticipation, he leaned in and slowly tugged down Han-seo’s pajama pants.
“Oh wow. You wore our matching couple underwear? Good boy. Too freaking cute.”
He really was the most deranged pervert in the world.
Woo-jun licked his lips for no damn reason, eyes sweeping over the fabric bunched at Han-seo’s knees and the bare thighs beneath. He chuckled softly, practically glowing with glee. That look in his eyes made Han-seo shiver.
Honestly, part of it was that he’d missed the right moment to ‘wake up’—but the bigger part was curiosity. His genius boyfriend had a surprising knack for creativity when he got like this, and Han-seo was genuinely interested in what he’d do next.
“Sleep tight, Han-seo. You don’t have to wake up. I totally get what you meant. I’ll take care of everything. Mm-hmm.”
No, you crazy bastard, that’s not what I meant.
Okay, well, it’s not like it’s completely wrong, but still—not like this…!
“Mmm, Han-seo’s thighs are so soft. They smell so good…”
Woo-jun buried his face between Han-seo’s firm thighs like a puppy, sniffing and rubbing his cheek against them without a care in the world. His high nose bridge and smooth forehead pressed warmly into the sensitive skin, and those lips—God, those soft lips—brushed gently without biting.
“You’re really asleep, right, baby? You’re not gonna wake up no matter what I do, huh?”
His voice dipped into a playful whine, dragging out the last syllables as his head slowly lifted. Then—with deliberate slowness—he caught the waistband of Han-seo’s briefs between his teeth and tugged them down.
Han-seo’s cock, already half-hard since his pajama pants had been pulled, sprang free with a soft, elastic thwack.
“Huh. That’s weird. Han-seo’s sleeping, but this guy’s wide awake.”
Still grinning, Woo-jun stuck out his tongue and licked the half-erect shaft before wrapping his lips around it.
And then—eye contact.
Their eyes met. Woo-jun smiled.
Instantly, the half-mast erection hardened to full attention, twitching as Han-seo opened his eyes and stared straight at him. Unfazed, Woo-jun reached down with one hand and pulled out his own cock.
“Ah… hoo…”
A stifled moan, followed by the unmistakable wet sound of stroking skin.
Sucking Han-seo off while jerking himself with the other hand—Han-seo had no idea where to look. His brain was fried, heat blooming across his face, his toes curling unconsciously under the sheets.
Every time he so much as flinched, Woo-jun would gently bite the inside of his thigh and mumble something like, “Sleeping people shouldn’t move,” before going back to what he was doing.
“How long do I have to keep pretending I’m asleep?”
“Mm… until one of us comes?”
Fine. Doesn’t matter if it’s you or me. As long as someone finishes, right?
Han-seo swallowed hard and stretched out his leg. A moment later, he felt the hot, damp press of Woo-jun’s skin against the sole of his foot.
“Hurry up and come.”
“…Han-seo.”
“Come already… and when you’re done, wake me up… and fuck me.”
The teasing grin faded from Han-seo’s face, replaced by that cold, razor-edged expression that always sent chills down Woo-jun’s spine—and it was so damn satisfying to see.
