—I found out everything you wanted to know.
Han-gyeom was momentarily speechless. Even though he had been the one to request the investigation, he couldn’t feel entirely relieved.
—Han-gyeom?
When he didn’t answer and just stood there in silence, Woo-chan asked in a concerned tone.
—Would it be better if I didn’t tell you?
Woo-chan spoke as if he could see straight into Han-gyeom’s mind—into his emotions. As if he already knew exactly how the answer he had brought would affect him.
Ah-young, unable to hear the conversation, looked at Han-gyeom’s stiff, stone-like expression and gently took his hand.
The soft sensation of her touch snapped Han-gyeom back to himself. Strangely enough, he saw Seo Won’s hand overlapping hers—larger, stronger, more solid than Ah-young’s. Maybe it was because he had clung to it in his sleep, wrapped tightly around it the entire time.
He sent Ah-young a glance that said he was okay and broke the silence inside his head.
—…Tell me.
His lips weren’t even moving, yet his mouth felt bone-dry.
—Everything. Leave nothing out.
At last, the contents of Woo-chan’s report began to take form in Han-gyeom’s mind, one piece at a time.
***
Seo Won had locked himself in his office early in the morning, busy with a mountain of work.
“When the research sample from the Association arrives, store it in the refinement room for the time being. Do not touch it.”
—“Sorry? But the Association specifically asked us to begin processing it right away. If we’re going to meet the agreed commercialization timeline, we’ll need to start as soon as—”
“I’ll handle it. Just do as you’re told.”
—“…Yes, understood.”
The lead researcher from Seo Won’s main lab hung up with clear dissatisfaction in his voice.
The project had been heating up, and commercialization was just within reach. It was understandable that Seo Won’s command to halt progress at the most crucial moment would rub the researcher the wrong way.
After ending the call, Seo Won pressed a hand to his throbbing forehead.
Up until now, he hadn’t cared what kind of shady experiments the Association was running.
When Kim Cheol-min, the Vice President of the Association, had requested Seo Won’s help, he’d casually tossed out the line: “I want to make it so regular people can use abilities too.” Seo Won hadn’t bothered to question what that really meant. Even though he’d known full well there was a sinister agenda underneath—an ambition for military power and control.
But now… he couldn’t turn a blind eye any longer.
Not because of his contract with Kang Woo-chan.
But because the horrors Cha Han-gyeom had witnessed—everything he had seen and suffered—would come back to cut him like a blade. And Seo Won would be the one who had sharpened that blade to perfection.
That, he couldn’t forgive.
Even if it meant losing everything he had built, his life’s work shattered, his own neck on the line as the price for breaking the contract.
That was the thought anchoring him when his gaze dropped back down to the mountain of paperwork covering his desk.
Bang—
The door suddenly burst open without so much as a knock. As if it were a given that Seo Won would never scold anyone for such rudeness.
Seo Won calmly lifted his head, already knowing exactly who would dare walk into his office without knocking.
“I’m in the middle of something. What is i—”
The words caught in his throat when he saw Han-gyeom striding toward him.
A bloodless, pale face. Eyes flushed red. Lips torn and ragged from being bitten so relentlessly they looked like they’d been shredded. And hands clenched so tightly they had gone completely white.
Seo Won couldn’t say a word as Han-gyeom approached.
‘He knows.’
If Kang Woo-chan had followed through with the contract as instructed, it wasn’t hard to figure out why Han-gyeom was this furious. The betrayal of realizing something you hoped wasn’t true actually was—there were no words for the kind of devastation that brought.
When Han-gyeom reached the desk, he grabbed Seo Won by the collar and yanked him forward with a violent tug. Seo Won, resting both hands on the desk, allowed himself to be pulled without resistance, quietly meeting Han-gyeom’s blazing stare.
“…Ugh…”
Han-gyeom’s expression looked as though he were about to explode with venomous fury, mouth twitching to unleash something scathing—yet in the end, all he could do was swallow down a breath.
His eyes flickered with a torrent of emotions.
Rage. Hatred. Injustice. Betrayal. Despair. Quiet sorrow. Pity. And loneliness.
Every bitter feeling imaginable flooded Han-gyeom’s black irises.
‘This wasn’t what I wanted him to feel…’
‘Such a good person.’
‘He should’ve just felt the anger that comes from wanting revenge—nothing else.’
As Seo Won watched him with a mixture of pity and remorse, Han-gyeom’s lips crashed into his.
The kiss came fast and rough, from lips split and bleeding in places, leaving behind a faint taste of iron. The frantic, clumsy movement of his tongue felt more like a desperate attempt to block out whatever words were threatening to spill out.
Seo Won didn’t stop him. As Han-gyeom’s eyes flushed scarlet, Seo Won accepted his tongue willingly, responding in kind.
The kiss didn’t last long.
“Haa… haa…”
Han-gyeom, now breathing heavily as if swept up in a wave of arousal or panic, hung his head low. Seo Won kissed the crown of his soft black hair, now swaying just before him, and gently asked,
“Did something happen?”
Seo Won pretended to know nothing, as though he hadn’t the faintest idea.
“Was it about yesterday? Because you didn’t get Guiding?”
“…Yeah.”
As he tried to steady his ragged breathing, Han-gyeom unconsciously ground his teeth and answered. Then, with one side of his lips curling up, he shot Seo Won a sharp glare. His bloodshot eyes looked as if they might devour him whole, burning with an ominous red intensity.
“I’m here to make up for yesterday and today’s Guiding. Right now. You don’t want that?”
“No.”
Seo Won swept aside the pile of papers cluttering his desk and gently cupped Han-gyeom’s face in both hands. His cheeks were as cold as Seo Won’s own fingers—an ache of pity stirring in his chest.
“If you’re offering, I’m not going to say no.”
Seo Won leaned in and kissed Han-gyeom again—the one who had barged in without warning, disrupting his work with that familiar desperation. But if it was something Han-gyeom was willing to give, Seo Won was more than ready to receive it. So he quietly surrendered himself to the surging waves of Guiding.
It had been a long time since they’d done Deep Guiding in the office.
A bed would’ve been far more comfortable than the cramped leather sofa—better for clean-up afterward, too—but today, there was no time to move anywhere more suitable.
“Nngh, uh—!”
Sprawled out on the sofa, Han-gyeom bucked wildly as Seo Won thrust into him. Reaching toward the red blur flickering before his eyes, he grabbed hold of it. His fingers closed around the fiery red mark blooming like a flower above the tangled black veins on Seo Won’s chest. The firm, unyielding muscle filled his grip.
Han-gyeom clutched the crimson Imprint etched into Seo Won’s chest and moaned over and over again.
“Ahh—! Hah! Haaah…!”
His body, already trembling, suddenly seized up. From his cock, a fresh burst of semen spurted out—he’d already lost count of how many times he’d come. His red, unfocused eyes flew wide as his body trembled in spasms.
Matching Han-gyeom’s climax, Seo Won came deep inside him and slowly began to withdraw his cock. Han-gyeom’s stamina had clearly reached its limit.
But just as Seo Won was about to pull out fully, Han-gyeom weakly grabbed his hand.
“Not yet…”
There was barely any strength left in Han-gyeom’s grip.
“I can still… keep going…”
“No. That’s enough. You’ve already pushed yourself too far.”
If they kept going like this, Han-gyeom was going to collapse again.
When Seo Won finally pulled out all the way, the swollen, flushed hole twitched and began to leak a thick stream of semen. The sight was undeniably erotic—but it wasn’t enough of a reason to torment Han-gyeom’s already drained body any further.
“What do you mean, ‘enough’… I said I can keep going…”
“You’ll faint at this rate.”
Seo Won looked down at the stubborn Han-gyeom and gently brushed a hand through his hair. His bright red eyes were brimming with tears—he had cried so much, it was painful to look at.
“No, I can still… still do more Guiding…”
It had already been five hours.
Without even giving time for proper foreplay, Han-gyeom had thrown himself into it, begging to be fucked over and over again. Compared to their usual sessions, this one was physically brutal beyond comparison. Seo Won had spent most of it focused on sucking his chest, afraid Han-gyeom might be in too much pain—and now his nipples were just as swollen and tender as his entrance.
Even though it was painfully obvious just how grueling the sex had become, Han-gyeom stubbornly refused to stop. As if he didn’t care how wrecked his body got, he clung to Seo Won, desperately seeking nothing but more. He was relentless, like someone brainwashed, consumed by obsession.
Han-gyeom reached out and grabbed Seo Won’s still-wet cock, which had only just slipped out.
“Put it in… come on… hurry…”
“Han-gyeom…”
“I said put it in, fuck…”
Han-gyeom cursed through sobs, his voice cracking with raw emotion.
“I told you I can still go… You said you’d… save me… So hurry the fuck up… just… do it already…”
“Okay, okay. I will. Just calm down, Han-gyeom.”
Seo Won gently pushed the tip of his cock back into Han-gyeom’s slick, stretched hole, soothing him as he moved. He kissed the tear-streaked cheek of the boy beneath him, tenderly licking up the tears one by one.
“Hnn, uuh… hurry…”
“I’m going in. Can you feel it?”
“Yeah… ngh, yeah…”
Seo Won pushed deep inside, the tight entrance still remembering the shape of his cock, greedily clenching around him. The inner walls, soaked with cum, pulsed with eager heat, as if welcoming him back in.
“Haaah… ahh…”
Han-gyeom trembled, feeling Seo Won fill his belly again. The crimson in his eyes flickered, fading in and out like a dying ember.
When Seo Won thrust all the way in, his cock buried deep, grinding into that sensitive, aching spot, Han-gyeom let out a faint moan and closed his eyes. His body, which had been trembling uncontrollably, finally went limp.
Seo Won exhaled a long breath of relief as he looked down at Han-gyeom, passed out in his arms.
‘If he hadn’t fainted, he wouldn’t have stopped until deep into the night.’
For Seo Won, the stamina required for that would’ve been nothing, but Han-gyeom was different. He didn’t want to push him any further than this.
Slowly, Seo Won pulled his cock out again. Leftover cum, still pooled inside, clung to him and oozed out with a wet, sticky sound.
His cock was still hard, more than ready to go again, but Seo Won didn’t hesitate to reach for tissues. He wiped away the semen and fluids smeared all over Han-gyeom’s body, carefully cleaning the swollen areas that would need treatment later.
He took off his suit jacket—the one hanging on the rack for outings—and draped it over Han-gyeom’s naked form like a blanket, replacing the clothes they’d ruined.
Then, after straightening his own attire, Seo Won gently picked Han-gyeom up in his arms. As he looked down at the limp, unconscious body resting against his chest, an ache of pity stirred in him once again. He turned toward the office door and began walking.
“Open it.”
With his arms full, he had no free hands to use the door, so he gave the order aloud. Lim Du-hyuk and Jung Ah-young, waiting just outside, opened it for him without a word.
But before either of them, someone else blocked his path.
Yoon Jeong-ho stood there, arms crossed casually, a mocking smirk on his face, deliberately in Seo Won’s way.
“Finally done?” he sneered.
His gaze slid down to Han-gyeom, unconscious in Seo Won’s arms.
“You call in a busy man, and then go at it so hard the damn sofa’s about to cave in. Fucking jealous over here.”
