Gentle Giant Chapter 99
Dahoon’s Suggested Destinations
Dain let out a soft puhaat—a laugh—when he heard the place his youngest brother mentioned. So like Dahoon to pick somewhere cute. Yet Dahoon, deadpan as ever, asked in all seriousness:
—Why? Don’t like it?
“No, not at all. Why would I hate where you want to go? Dahoon, you wanna go to Nerul World?”
—Yeah, the lake next to it’s pretty too.
“Right, I’ve heard that. Got it, hyung’ll handle everything.”
—Okay.
“Then it’s settled. And Dahoon, before you come up to Seoul, make sure to call me, alright? Don’t forget. I’ll come pick you up.”
—Got it.
It was practically a one-sided conversation, but Dain was used to his brother’s terse replies. After one last reminder, he ended the call.
“Dongdaemun, Nerul World, and fried chicken by the Han River.”
Dain opened his notes app and jotted down the list with determination. Since Dahoon said he’d stay until the weekend, they’d have plenty of time for Nerul World.
He’d talked big to his brother, but truthfully, Dain had never been to any of those places either. School, his studio apartment, the occasional outing—that was the sum of his world. The thought of exploring Seoul with Dahoon under the pretense of showing him around made his lips curl up on their own.
Juho’s Arrival
“Hyung, I’m here.”
Dain was mid-search for reviews and tips when Juho’s voice cut through. Glancing at the time, he realized Juho was home earlier than usual. Dain shot up from his seat and hurried over.
This was the first time he’d seen Juho in a full three-piece suit—tailored to perfection, down to the vest. The unfamiliar sight made Dain’s eyes widen as he circled Juho, taking in every detail. Bewildered by Dain’s scrutiny, Juho finally chuckled.
—Why?
“Juho, you look amazing. Like, seriously—this suit? So good on you.”
—Oh? Really?
Juho’s awkward smile suggested he wasn’t entirely comfortable with the praise, but the crinkling at the corners of his eyes betrayed his pleasure. Dain patted Juho’s shoulder repeatedly, still gushing.
“So cool. So, so cool.”
The “Finger Exercise”
“How’s your hand?”
Juho pulled Dain into his arms, examining the cast-free hand now wrapped in a lighter bandage. He flexed each finger, tested the wrist’s range of motion, then clicked his tongue.
—Still swollen. Fingers aren’t bending well.
“Yeah, the doctor said the swelling’ll take time. And I’m supposed to do finger exercises at home…”
—Then let’s do them now, while we’re at it.
“Huh? Finger exercises?”
Dain tilted his head, confused. How? Juho answered by stretching his arms out wide, the movement pulling his jacket taut over his defined chest.
The sudden shift left Dain even more baffled.
—Do I have to copy you?
“No. You just need to undress me.”
“…!!”
Dain’s face flushed at the suggestion.
—See how many buttons this shirt has? By the time you undo them all, your fingers’ll get a solid workout.
“That—that can’t possibly—!”
—It’s true. Rehab’s all about precise movements like this.
“Who told you that?!”
—I looked it up after you said your cast was off.
“Seriously?”
—Dead serious. Come on, hyung. I wanna get out of these clothes and shower.
Juho wagged his outstretched arms, urging Dain on. Half-convinced, half-suspicious, Dain reached out.
Undressing Juho
The jacket’s two buttons were manageable—large, easy to grip. But the vest? A nightmare. Only one more button than the jacket, yet tiny, the size making it nearly impossible for Dain’s stiff left fingers to cooperate. He fumbled, sweat beading on his nose.
—This is ridiculous. Can we stop now?
Juho had already shed the vest, his shirt clinging to his sculpted torso. Dain wiped his brow, proud despite himself, and picked up the discarded jacket and vest.
—Hyung, the shirt?
“The shirt too?!”
—Obviously. Undoing shirt buttons is the real exercise. You’re hopeless.
Juho smirked as if Dain’s shock were adorable. That smile—innocent on the surface—sent a chill down Dain’s spine.
—Hurry up.
Dain’s fingers trembled as they traced down Juho’s neck, over the thick column of his throat, the solid planes of his chest, the ridged abs devoid of an ounce of fat. Only a few buttons left. Dain exhaled in relief—
Then the last button gave way.
And there it was.
“Hiiik—!”
Dain’s internal scream echoed. When did this even—?! Why is it—?! He forced his stiff neck upward, meeting Juho’s gaze.
Juho was barely holding back. Veins bulged along his throat, his jaw clenched so tight it could’ve cracked stone. That rare, restless edge to him—the one that surfaced when his control frayed.
Dain’s lips dried. He wet them with his tongue.
Juho took it as an invitation.
The Kiss
Juho lunged, teeth sinking into Dain’s lower lip with a ferocity that made Dain gasp—and that was all the opening Juho needed. He ravaged Dain’s mouth, tongue plundering like a man dying of thirst, sucking on Dain’s lips and tongue with desperate, sloppy greed.
“Nn—! Ju—Juho, ya—!”
Dain wrenched free, panting. Juho’s arousal was a tangible force, the sheer weight of his desire pressing against Dain’s senses—overwhelming, even for a beastman as dull to pheromones as Dain.
—Haah… Come here.
“I—I know, just—give me a second! Calm down—!”
—Calm down?! Not a chance.
Juho yanked Dain flush against him and buried his face in the crook of Dain’s neck, teeth grazing the tender skin. The sensation—sharp, possessive—sent shivers down Dain’s spine. He hunched his shoulders, enduring the onslaught.
Juho tore off the shirt Dain had painstakingly unbuttoned, flinging it aside. Every stitch of fabric against his skin was torture.
Dain’s hands crept up Juho’s back, attempting to soothe—but his efforts were futile. In one fluid motion, Juho hoisted Dain onto his shoulder.
“Eep—!”
The world tilted. Dain’s nose mashed against Juho’s solid back muscles, blood rushing to his head as he was jostled. Yet when Juho lowered him onto the bed, his touch was almost reverent.
Juho loomed over Dain, one corner of his mouth hitched in a smirk—like a predator savoring the scent of its prey. The look was so lewd Dain’s face burned hotter.
How does he get more obscene with time? No—how does my mind get filthier the longer I look at him?
Dain swallowed hard, his body tensing where it pressed against Juho’s thighs. Juho’s grin deepened at the sight of Dain’s flushed neck, the way his knees instinctively lifted, seeking balance.
—You’re getting there too, huh?
Juho’s hand slid behind Dain, fingers trailing downward—
—Ah!
Dain’s back arched off the bed. Juho’s touch, even through fabric, sent sparks through his oversensitive nerves. He bit his lip, eyes stinging with unshed tears.
Juho dipped his head, pressing a chaste kiss to Dain’s lips. The sound was innocent; the effect was not. Dain’s breath hitched, his vision blurring.
Then his tongue darted out, lapping at the finger Juho brushed against his damp lashes.
“Juho… I need more finger exercises…”
—Hm?
“Here… and here. I’ll do it.”
Dain’s hand traveled down Juho’s body, trembling worse than before. His fingers fumbled with Juho’s belt buckle—
Click.
The sound was deafening in the silence, broken only by their ragged breathing.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
