Before he could even regain his senses, a tongue forced its way past his parted lips, sweeping through his mouth in a swift, greedy stroke before withdrawing. Lips that had bitten at his lower lip traveled along his cheek, down his jaw, and pressed a mark onto his neck.
“Hh— Yoo Ji-ho, not here…!”
“Haah, just hold on. Just for a moment.”
As if the exposed skin above his collar weren’t enough, Ji-ho yanked on Hye-seong’s tie, pulling it loose and wrenching his shirt open. When he pressed his mouth to Hye-seong’s collarbone and pulled him in by the waist, their hips collided—and the firm pressure against his center made him shudder.
“Hhng…!”
Hye-seong threw his head back and desperately clapped a hand over his mouth. If he made a sound—if even the smallest noise slipped out—it might leak straight through the door.
His hand, reaching up to push Ji-ho away, brushed against the embroidered insignia on his shoulder. The very same man pinning him now had stood moments ago before hundreds of people, reciting an oath of ethics onstage.
Realizing that sent a stab of guilt through him so sharp he couldn’t bear it. Panic jolted through him, and he shoved at Ji-ho’s chest over the uniform jacket—but Ji-ho’s unyielding body didn’t budge an inch.
“W-wait, let’s just—let’s do this at the hotel, the hotel…!”
“No. You have no idea how long I’ve been holding back since I got here.”
Somehow, Ji-ho’s hand had already tugged the hem of his shirt free from where it was tucked into his slacks, sliding up his spine in slow, deliberate strokes. The cold, electric sensation made his body jerk, and he tried to meet Ji-ho’s eyes—but Ji-ho kept dragging his mouth along his cheek and ear, making eye contact impossible.
“From up there, I wanted to do this—fuck…”
His lips were everywhere—along Hye-seong’s neck, his jaw—while one hand roamed down his back as if he were possessed.
“U-up there?”
“When I stood up there earlier… I looked out, just randomly…”
His lips stopped nibbling at Hye-seong’s cheek. Ji-ho lowered his gaze to his mouth. Long, sharp fingers stroked Hye-seong’s lower lip, and he tilted his head as if he might swallow that lip whole.
“You were the first thing I saw. Didn’t even know where you were sitting.”
“…”
“Isn’t that something?”
Ji-ho smiled—soft, amused, and maddening.
Hye-seong froze, unable to form words. His eyes trembled uncontrollably.
“So… you really did see me then?”
Ji-ho answered with a casual Mm, then finally leaned in and took his lips. The hands that had been pushing weakly at his shoulders curled instead, gripping the fabric of his jacket. Ji-ho chuckled low in his throat, clearly pleased, and dragged his tongue over Hye-seong’s lips again.
What he’d been so sure was a foolish misunderstanding… wasn’t a misunderstanding at all. Ji-ho had been looking at him. It was idiotic to let that hope swell inside him, but he couldn’t stop it.
“Haa… Hye-seong.”
“Y-yes…?”
“Why’d you get hard again? Can’t leave like this.”
Flames exploded across Hye-seong’s face as he ducked his head.
Ji-ho had created this situation—and yet he was teasing him as if it were somehow Hye-seong’s fault. But even more frustrating was the fact that every time Ji-ho said things like that, it still humiliated him the exact same way as the first time.
“Y-you kept touching me…”
“I guess I have to help again, then.”
“Ah—nh…!”
His stiff thigh pressed up, rubbing against Hye-seong’s swelling cock. Hye-seong tried desperately to hold back, but there was no winning this fight.
When Ji-ho pulled him closer and pressed their hips together, he flicked open Hye-seong’s belt and slipped his hand into his pants. Too late, Hye-seong grabbed his wrist and shook his head frantically.
But the silent plea didn’t even slow him down. The same long fingers that had been stroking his lips earlier now brushed the slick tip of his cock, smearing the wetness around with lazy, teasing pressure. He tapped lightly at the parted opening as if playing with him.
Each time his finger moved, it came away with a soft, wet sound. Watching the silver thread of precum stretch between his finger and the flushed tip, Ji-ho murmured in a low voice:
“You’re soaked.”
“Hngh…”
As if Hye-seong needed him to point that out—he could feel it. But Ji-ho whispered it right against his ear, intentionally making him hear it.
“If I’d waited any longer, your pants would’ve been ruined.”
“N-no, that’s not— that’s not why…”
He was far too good at teasing people.
“Not what? I only kissed you a little, and you’re leaking like this… If you’d gone outside like this, your pants would’ve been drenched before we even reached the hotel.”
“Please—stop, please, Ji-ho…!”
Hye-seong was flushed from his face all the way down his neck, trembling. He couldn’t listen to another word of this obscene nonsense.
“S-stop… aah…”
Ji-ho stared at him as if admiring a masterpiece of embarrassment. Hye-seong couldn’t even look at him—the one thing Ji-ho seemed to wish for most right now.
The finger stroking his tip slid lower, wrapping around the shaft as he began to pump him.
Despite wrecking someone else so utterly, Ji-ho himself remained immaculate in his crisp uniform—perfect, exactly as he’d been onstage. The same flawless figure that had held Hye-seong’s gaze.
The strength in Hye-seong’s grip on his wrist weakened. His breathing quickened.
“Hh—!”
Then suddenly, eyes widening, he stiffened.
There were footsteps in the quiet hallway.
“Next training happens after team assignments, right?”
“That’s what I heard, but not totally sure.”
Hye-seong held his breath, praying he’d misheard—but the voices were clearly not his or Ji-ho’s.
Someone was approaching from the other side of the wall they were pressed against.
Of course Ji-ho had sensed them even sooner—but he showed not even the slightest hint of concern. If they were caught doing something like this in public, he wouldn’t be the one who paid the price. It would be Ji-ho.
“W-wait—just stop, just until they pass, please…!”
Even his desperate begging was a whisper barely louder than a breath. But Ji-ho didn’t stop. Hye-seong squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head in frantic refusal.
“I wanted to get a picture of Ji-ho… So disappointed.”
The words drifting in from the hallway made his eyes snap open in shock—right at Ji-ho.
“…!”
The moment their eyes met, Ji-ho smiled—brightly, as if greeting him. As if he’d been waiting for exactly that.
Paralyzed, barely remembering to breathe, Hye-seong listened as more voices came through the wall.
“By the way, the guy who stepped out with him earlier—was that his Guide?”
“No way. Unless some new, super young S-rank Guide appeared without anyone knowing…”
“Dude, my friends said they saw Ji-ho at the induction, and they told me to stop lying. Do they not read the news?”
None of the noise outside mattered to Ji-ho. His hand continued stroking Hye-seong’s cock without pause.
Even with his face burning, even shaking his head desperately, nothing made Ji-ho stop. He only made a soft shh sound and stroked his waist as if soothing him.
He glanced down at Hye-seong—taking in his mortified expression—then lowered his head and whispered in his ear, gentle as a caress:
“Ah… You’re so lucky, Hye-seong…”
“P-please—stop— we’re gonna get caught—ah…!”
“You’ve got someone you like jerking you off like this…”
“A-ahh…”
Even the degrading implication didn’t make him deny it—Hye-seong only bit down on his lip. Ji-ho’s smile deepened smoothly.
“Other people would be so jealous.”
“Hngh—ah…!”
His large hand teased the sensitive tip, then shifted angles to stroke him along the entire length. Hye-seong squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed at Ji-ho’s arm, but the motion only made his entire body rock.
“Hha—!”
He choked out a breath, burying his face in Ji-ho’s jacket as he came undone. He prayed the fabric would muffle the sound enough that it wouldn’t escape the room.
The footsteps faded—and Ji-ho, almost disappointed, brushed a hand over Hye-seong’s chest and stroked him faster.
“Hh—Ji-ho, let go—ah! I—I can’t…!”
With a broken moan, he spilled across Ji-ho’s hand. Ji-ho stared down at the sticky mess coating his palm, unmoving.
Following his gaze, Hye-seong saw that traces of it had splattered onto Ji-ho’s black uniform jacket as well.
“Ah—no, no, what do we do…!”
Ji-ho stared at the stain calmly. When Hye-seong reached out, intending to wipe it off, Ji-ho jerked his arm back.
Then he stripped off the jacket entirely, wiped his hand on it without hesitation, and tossed it onto the floor.
Hye-seong stared, stunned.
This couldn’t be real.
He’d gotten his release all over Ji-ho’s uniform. His official uniform jacket.
He hadn’t even processed what had just happened—whether this was real or a dream—when Ji-ho tugged at his tie, loosening it completely, and stepped toward him again.
For a split second, Hye-seong thought Ji-ho’s eyes were glowing.
His world spun, and the next thing he saw was the blank white wall. His pants were already being yanked down around his thighs.
He couldn’t even process what was happening. Metal clinked. Dread and anticipation seized him at once, and he turned his head—
“Ah—!”
What he saw was terrifyingly hard—a cock so fierce he couldn’t look at it straight.
There was no way someone who’d blamed him for “getting hard” just moments ago could possibly be in that state.
