“Aagh!”
“Damn, you scared me! Why are you so jumpy?”
It was Jun.
Huh? But why was Jun here? I stared back and forth between him and the black car parked neatly beside him, completely baffled.
“You said you live near this station. I called—why didn’t you answer?”
“Uh… well.”
I hurriedly looked around and pulled Jun closer toward the car.
“Open the door. Hurry.”
Jun glanced at me indifferently and pressed the key in his hand. The hazard lights blinked, and I quickly opened the passenger door and slipped inside.
Jun followed, opening the driver’s door and looking at me sitting there. He parted his lips like he was about to say something, then shut them and got in without a word.
“Um… sorry, but could you give me a ride just to Samunjeong Station?”
“Why would I?”
“Then at least drop me off up ahead.”
“Where are you going?”
“A friend’s place.”
“At this hour?”
“Just… laying low for a bit. Anyway, please.”
“You’re asking a favor from someone whose clothes you wouldn’t even exchange?”
Jun looked at me without a shred of sympathy. Right now, even if someone were drowning and reaching out for help, that expression said he’d never save them. There was a strong chance he was acting this petty because of yesterday. The whole clothes exchange thing was just an excuse.
“About yesterday… I’m sorry for leaving like that. I was pretty drunk.”
The leather creaked as Jun shifted, leaning his upper body closer to me. It wasn’t some drama-like move to fasten my seatbelt. He was cornering me, pressuring me.
“You knew and ran away yesterday, didn’t you?”
“Knew what?”
“You think if you keep pretending not to know, I’ll just let it go?”
Jun’s tongue slipped between his teeth. I could see it rolling inside his slightly parted lips.
Like a predator warming up before biting the back of its prey’s neck. I’d thought the car would be a safe space, but this felt more like a trap. I pressed my back against the passenger window, scooting as far away as possible.
“Okay, okay, I get it, just don’t come any closer.”
“Is that a request? Or an order?”
“A request!”
“If it’s a request, I don’t have to listen.”
Jun’s face dipped toward my shoulder like he was about to bite my neck. A request? An order? Then was the right answer an order? Panicking, I pushed his shoulder away and blurted it out like I was training a puppy.
“O-Order! I’m ordering you!”
“Really?”
What was he, a dog? Well… in a different sense, maybe, but people giving each other orders like this didn’t exactly feel normal. Still, he urged me again.
“Do it again.”
Do what? When I just stared at him in disbelief, he nudged me to try giving another command like before.
“I’m the one running errands here—doesn’t it defeat the purpose if I’m the one giving orders?”
“Just try it.”
“Leaving that aside, people aren’t dogs, giving commands and—”
“The way you say it turns me on.”
Ah…!
I had zero intention of participating in whatever perverted game this was. When things outside seemed quiet, I fumbled with the door handle to get out.
“You can’t open it from inside.”
Jun watched me silently, one hand loosely on the wheel. His long fingers tapped lightly against it. Judging by the way he looked, he might’ve just sat there all night like that.
It felt like the oxygen in the car was slowly thinning, suffocating me. Wanting to escape as fast as possible, I decided to just go along with what he wanted for now.
“Drive.”
“That’s not an order.”
“Then… go.”
He still didn’t start the car. My stubbornness kicked in. Nothing to lose, I figured. And honestly, he was starting to annoy me enough that I wanted to try actually giving an order.
“Go to Samunjeong Station. Now.”
Only then did a faint smile curl at the corner of Jun’s lips. The engine rumbled low, and the car surged forward. Seriously—telling me to give orders? This wasn’t some power dynamic roleplay experience; it was just plain weird, beyond simply being rude.
Jun added another request—he wanted me to speak casually to him too. I hesitated, wondering if it was okay, but then figured even a punk five years younger than me spoke casually to me anyway, so whatever. I dropped the formal speech.
“But do I have to talk like this whenever I talk to you from now on?”
“Why? You don’t like it?”
“It’s kinda uncomfortable.”
“You seem like you’ve got a lot of complaints about me, so I thought you wouldn’t mind. If it really bothers you, just think of it as extending your errand.”
“Does saying it like that make you happier?”
“Yeah. It’s hot. Very.”
At a red light, Jun stopped the car and turned toward me. His eyes flashed briefly in the passing headlights.
“When you talk in that commanding tone, Yoo Du, this part gets tight. Feels like I’m gonna get hard. So… keep talking like that.”
As he said “this part,” I saw him lightly grab the space between his thighs. The hand that squeezed there returned to the wheel, and his gaze faced forward again.
Even though the car moved smoothly, my head rang. I knew exactly what he meant—and what he’d grabbed was obviously a man’s center. But what did commanding speech have to do with his cock feeling tight? Then again, perverts didn’t usually operate on logic.
Seriously, why are there so many freaks around me?
I ran away to Seoul to escape Panty Guy, only to run into a command-fetish lunatic, a blue tracksuit psycho, and even Moment in the game. At this point I seriously considered getting some kind of exorcism. My fortune reading said I’d live peacefully without trouble—what part of this looked peaceful? I even wondered if my parents had mixed up my birth time or date.
Giving commands to Jun while he drove wasn’t difficult, but hearing him say it turned him on… I had a bad feeling about it. Like this was dangerous territory.
Better keep my mouth shut for now.
As we neared Samunjeong Station, Jun pulled over to the side of the road. I reached for the door to get out, but it wouldn’t open. I turned to look at Jun, who was quietly watching me from the driver’s seat.
“Could you…?”
Resting his face against the steering wheel, Jun let out a regretful sigh.
“The mood’s good right now… Feels like a waste to let you go.”
My heartbeat wouldn’t calm down. Earlier, after running and getting into his car, my body had finally settled into a steady rhythm—but now my breathing grew uneven again.
Memories of linking with him in the game under a similar atmosphere suddenly surfaced, and my face flushed hot. Luckily it was nighttime, and the orange streetlights hid the color change.
I was about to order him firmly to open it, but remembering how commands seemed to excite him, I softened my tone instead.
“Please open it already.”
“You wanna spend the night here?”
Swearing to myself I’d never accept a ride from Jun again, I turned away and shouted.
“Open the door!”
Since I wasn’t looking at him, I didn’t know what expression he made. I only heard the heavy click of the door unlocking, then saw Jun walking around to the front of the car.
Click.
When he opened the passenger door from outside, cool night air rushed in. I stepped one foot out, but he still had an arm braced against the doorframe, blocking me from standing up fully.
“Unbelievable,” he muttered.
Jun looked down at me quietly. It was too dark to clearly see his black pants, but the front seemed slightly swollen. I tried my best to pretend I didn’t notice and stood up anyway.
If I stood straight, I’d end up pressed right against him, so I bent awkwardly and slipped sideways out of the car—like doing a sideways hurdle. I almost tripped over the curb.
“Th-thanks. You can go now.”
“Yoo Du.”
At the sound of “Yoo Du,” a woman passing by flinched and hurried her steps. I’d never been embarrassed by my name before, but just now I felt a flash of shame.
“Come on! Say my name properly…”
Suddenly my backpack flew toward me, and I caught it with both hands. I’d left it on the passenger floor and nearly forgotten it. Jun shut the passenger door with a thud and stood in front of me.
“When are you going to exchange my clothes?”
Wow. Seriously? I let out a disbelieving laugh. If he had the time to come all the way here, he could’ve gone to the department store ten times over—it was right nearby. I had so much to say, but I was too dumbfounded to speak.
Fine. That damn outfit—I’d exchange it when I went to work Monday. But Jun stubbornly argued that he had nothing to wear tomorrow. The department store was already closed, and if he had the energy to come here, why not just go there instead? I nearly snapped back at him, but in the end only let out a frustrated groan and steadied myself.
“I said I’ll do it Monday.”
“So selfish. You don’t give a shit about me, do you?”
“That’s my line.”
“Monday’s too late. Go exchange it tomorrow.”
I’d held it in long enough; irritation surged up.
“Hey! I said Monday! Just wait!”
Jun inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, trying to control himself—like blowing out cigarette smoke.
“…H-Huh?”
Suddenly, he grabbed one of my arms and yanked me toward him. I lost my balance and ended up pressed against his body. His groin lined up directly with mine. Even with the thick denim between us, it felt raw and unmistakable—like we were naked and embracing.
Startled by the sensation, I tried to pull my lower body away, pushing my hips back, but Jun grabbed my ass with one hand and pressed me closer.
“I’m… a little hard.”
His damp voice came from above my head as we stood chest to chest. Any guy getting hard was normal, but he sounded almost pleased about it.
You don’t have to say that out loud. At this distance, it was either a lipoma or that—obviously. What the hell was wrong with him? Panic churned inside me as I struggled to break free.
This is a bad sign.
Right now the one holding me wasn’t ShutUp—it was Seomun Jun. And for a second I was terrified it would turn into a link like in the game. In the game, we were just characters; nothing could really hurt. But here, in reality, feeling his raw desire like this made a cold sense of danger creep up my spine.
“L-Let go! Let go—wait.”
Only after wriggling several times did he finally release me. I staggered backward, trying to put distance between us.
“Juni, I know you’re gay. But I’m not. So this kind of skinship is a problem. Sexual harassment counts even between men. So I—no, you—stay right there and listen. Stay. I said stay.”
Even while I was talking, Jun kept closing the distance in long strides. Realizing backing away wouldn’t work, I turned and ran.
“Where are you going? I’m not finished talking.”
“Don’t follow me! I said don’t come! Stay right there!”
I pointed at him and shouted, and he stopped abruptly. For someone who kept asking me to order him around, he sure listened well. When I glanced back while running, he was still standing exactly where I’d told him to stop.
Right in front of the subway station was the officetel where Han-woo lived. As soon as I turned the corner, I caught my breath and checked behind me. Thankfully, Jun really hadn’t followed any farther. I hurried inside the building entrance.
Ding—.
Even as I stepped off the elevator, I kept checking my surroundings. Passing through the quiet hallway, I entered Han-woo’s door code and slipped inside. Without even turning on the living room lights, I went straight to the window and looked down at the street. That road was where Jun’s car had been parked. Now there was nothing there.
“Haa… he left.”
Why were so many people chasing me today? Was I living some kind of fugitive life? What had I done to deserve this kind of bad luck? I muttered to myself.
I’d run around so much that my shirt had come loose from my pants, and my hair was a mess. Whether it was home or the office, there wasn’t a single place where I could truly relax.
