After work, when I ran into Kang Biso, I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye.
He was smiling like he was in a great mood, but with everything that had happened today—especially what went down with Kim Yong-ha and that strange tension in the Guiding Room with Kim Seong-gyeong—I couldn’t face that smile head-on.
I wondered if I should just be honest with him. Maybe that would’ve been the right move. But every time I thought about opening up, I remembered the look on Kang Biso’s face—the one he’d make whenever someone else came between us. That smile he always wore around me would falter. And knowing that made it too hard to say anything.
Completely unaware of what was going through my head, Kang Biso greeted me with that same radiant smile. So even if it hurt to look at him, it was only natural that my eyes kept drifting his way every time a streetlight lit up his face as we walked through the alley.
That smile triggered a memory—one that flashed vividly across my mind.
He’d looked like that the day he told me he loved me.
“Hyung, I really love you.”
Well, maybe not exactly the same.
Back then, his lips had still been wet from our kiss when he said it—and that image had burned itself into my memory. It was bold, magnetic, and intense.
Caught up in that intensity, I’d ended up telling him I liked him too. And now, every time I thought back on it, I felt a little… embarrassed.
But wanting to see that look on his face again—was that so strange?
I glanced at him again, and just then, our eyes met. His gaze, visible behind those thick glasses, was soaked in affection.
“…Ah.”
A soft sigh escaped me.
How long had he been watching me?
My heart gave a startled jolt, but it didn’t last long. My brow knit slightly.
He hadn’t been wearing those damn glasses the day he confessed. And now that I was looking at them, they seriously got on my nerves.
Even though I knew it was part of his disguise, the heavy bangs and thick frames just felt suffocating. They hid too much of his face.
Should I just take them off?
That fleeting thought made my body move before I could stop myself.
I stepped in close. Kang Biso tilted his head in confusion.
“Hyung? What’s wrong?”
I could feel him getting flustered, but I didn’t stop.
Instead, I reached out and boldly took the glasses off his face.
“Hy-Hyung?”
Then I brushed back his bangs, revealing his smooth forehead and wide, expressive eyes.
His whole face came into view—and I couldn’t help but smile.
As I thought, he looked so much better without anything covering him.
And after that… I was supposed to kiss him.
Supposed to. But before I could even move, a wave of embarrassment crashed over me. My face went hot, and I froze in place.
His face was way too close.
I snapped back to my senses and instinctively tried to step away—only for Kang Biso to gently pull me back by the waist.
“Do I look better without the glasses?”
His dimples and soft, upturned eyes made my heart skip. Without realizing it, I nodded.
Our eyes met midair.
I’d brought this whole situation on myself, but now that things were heating up between us, I didn’t know where to look.
Wanting to relive that confession… seriously, what the hell was I thinking?
But Kang Biso wasn’t about to let this chance go.
And if things kept going like this, I really was going to get devoured.
There was so much raw desire in his eyes, it felt like it could swallow me whole.
I pressed lightly against his shoulders, trying to create some distance, but his arm only tightened around my waist.
“K-Kang Biso-ssi, come on… that’s enough…”
“Why? You’re the one who started it, Hyung.”
His tone was playful and cocky—and without hesitation, he leaned in even closer.
Our lips were just inches apart. His breath ghosted over my skin, making my knees feel weak.
I needed to snap out of it.
We were outside, for God’s sake. In a public alley.
Anyone could show up at any moment, and doing this out here was not okay.
I pushed at his shoulders again.
“What if someone sees us?!”
“It’s fine. No one comes by at this hour. But if you’re still worried…”
Trailing off, Kang Biso tugged me into a darker part of the alley where the streetlight had gone out—and pinned me hard against the wall.
Sandwiched between the cold wall and his body, there wasn’t even a sliver of space left between us.
“This better?”
That’s not what I meant!
His body was warm against mine. No—hot.
And his eyes… the way they looked at me, like they were stripping me bare, sent a chill down my spine.
I nervously licked my lips—completely unaware I was doing it.
“W-Wait, just—mmph!”
Kang Biso had been waiting for that.
The moment my lips parted, he slipped his tongue between them without hesitation.
He kissed me deeply, his tongue brushing across the roof of my mouth, teasing and searching.
There wasn’t even time to breathe.
Just like our bodies, our mouths were locked together—no space, no air, just heat.
And it still wasn’t enough for him.
He grabbed the back of my neck and tilted my head, pushing his tongue even deeper.
“Mmgh…!”
The sensation left me breathless.
I placed my hands on his chest, trying to push him away—but my strength was gone.
At some point, our lower bodies had pressed flush against each other—so tightly it felt like we were molded together.
And when his thigh pressed right against my center, I let out a stifled moan before I could stop it.
“Ugh! Kang Biso-ssi…! We’re outside.”
I barely managed to hold him back, pressing both hands against his face as he kept trying to kiss me.
His gaze was hazy, like he was lost in a trance. For a second, he just stared at me—then let his eyes drop to my hands, now blocking his mouth. Slowly, deliberately, he took hold of them… and dragged his tongue across my fingers.
“Ah…!”
His tongue was hot and wet, slipping between my fingers one by one. Every pass sent a shiver through me, my body twitching from the sensation. Kang Biso kept licking, slowly, intently, never taking his eyes off my face. That look in his eyes—like he was seconds away from devouring me—made my whole body heat up.
The more he wanted me, the more I burned with want in return. I couldn’t push him away anymore. Not when he was this raw, this honest in his desire.
The rational part of my brain felt like it was slipping. I’d never lost control like this with Kim Yong-ha. Not even with Kim Seong-gyeong.
Maybe it was only Kang Biso who could break me down like this.
Almost under a spell, I parted my lips and whispered,
“Not… not here…”
The words barely made it out, but Kang Biso stilled, lifting his lips from my hand. He looked at me, clearly waiting for the rest.
“…Let’s go somewhere else.”
His eyes changed in an instant. He looked like a predator savoring the moment right before the kill—relaxed, but charged with anticipation.
He leaned in and gave me one last, brief kiss before pulling back just enough to let go of me, though his body still trembled with restrained excitement.
“If that’s what you want…”
“Kang Biso-ssi…”
“Then come here.”
The way he said it—low, breathless—he sounded like a starving beast on the edge of self-control.
***
“Mmph…”
I didn’t even know how we made it into the motel. By the time I realized what was happening, we were already inside the room—still in our shoes, mouths locked in a frantic, messy kiss.
His tongue moved against mine with no hesitation, kissing me like he was trying to consume every last breath I had. I wanted to push him away to catch my breath, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to stop. I clutched his arms instead, trying to take all of him in.
“Haa…”
Our breaths were hot and uneven, mouths parting and meeting again with strings of saliva stretching between us. His lips were swollen from how hard we’d been kissing, slick and glistening—and it made me think of the last time.
The memory hit me hard.
I wanted to hear him say he loved me again. With those lips.
A strand of saliva slipped from my mouth and down my chin, tracing along my neck. Kang Biso’s eyes followed it. Then he lowered his head and licked a slow, heated line from the base of my neck all the way up to my lips.
The sensation made me shudder—and with it came the vivid memory of the time he bit and licked his own neck in front of me.
The pain and pleasure from that moment came rushing back, making my entire body tremble.
Kang Biso looked up, his eyes filled with such raw affection and hunger it made me dizzy. Without hesitation, he kissed me again.
“Haa… Hah…”
One kiss blurred into the next, and before I knew it, I was sitting on the bed, breathless. Kang Biso stripped off my T-shirt, laid me down gently, and climbed on top of me. In one fluid motion, he tugged off his own shirt and tossed it aside.
There was a beat of silence—heavy, charged.
Had we ever looked at each other like this before? Fully bare, face to face?
Kang Biso’s gaze was slow and deliberate, almost reverent. He took in every inch of me with dark, heated eyes.
Just being under that gaze made my whole body flush like I was burning. His irises, usually soft and dark, now gleamed with something deeper—obsession, desire, and a hunger so intense it was almost possessive.
“Shit…”
I was seriously about to lose it.
His lips parted slightly, a flash of red tongue darting out to lick across them. He looked like a beast, savoring the meal laid before him. And even though I’d seen him aroused before, this was different. There was a raw, primal edge to him tonight.
I swallowed hard. My throat was dry, my head foggy.
What little self-control I had left was slipping fast.
My heart pounded in my chest, and all I wanted was to kiss him again—to claim those glistening red lips.
“Haa…”
His breath was low and hot, and it sent a wave of heat through me. He brushed my hair back gently, then trailed his fingers down my forehead, across my nose, to my lips, and finally along the line of my neck.
“Ah…”
I trembled every time his fingers moved.
Then he lowered his head and kissed everywhere his hand had touched—my forehead, the bridge of my nose, the curve of my lips… then my neck.
He paused at my neck, his breath warm against my skin. My whole body tensed.
And then he bit down.
“Ahh!”
A gasp escaped me before I could stop it.
But Kang Biso didn’t pull back. If anything, he seemed to get even more turned on by the sound.
He licked the spot he’d just bitten, slowly, possessively. Then he bit again. Licked again. Bit. Licked. Again and again, like he was branding me with his mouth.
“Haa…”
Every place his lips touched bloomed with heat, like petals of fire opening beneath my skin.
I looked down at him, his face buried in my neck. His curls fell over his eyes, hiding his expression—and I hated not being able to see it.
He stayed like that for a while before moving lower.
Then, as if he noticed something, he lifted his head just slightly, searching for my gaze.
Through the curtain of curls, his eyes finally came into view—still burning with lust, but now sparkling with just a hint of mischief.
The moment of unease that flickered in my chest was cut short when he reached down and twisted one of my nipples between his fingers.
“Ah…!”
I arched my back at the sudden shock of sensation.
He watched me intently, gaze glued to my every reaction—like he was memorizing them. Then he slowly lowered his head.
His breath was hot and heavy on my chest. I could feel it—warm, unrelenting—hovering just over my skin.
My body tensed.
His lips parted.
And without thinking, I squeezed my eyes shut.
