Eun-jo kept his lips pressed shut, refusing to speak. Park Se-yul let out a sigh like air leaking from a balloon. Then he let go of Eun-jo’s cock and gently pulled his pants back up.
“Get some rest. I’ll be back in a little while.”
He even pulled the blanket up over him, like it was second nature. Ever since they arrived here, this had been the bed they shared.
With a face that looked completely innocent—like he had no clue what kind of things went on—Park Se-yul walked out of the bedroom. Eun-jo blinked slowly, watching the back of the man in his sharp, perfectly worn uniform.
Now that the tension had drained out of him, sleep was beginning to hit hard. It was still too early to be up anyway. But even so, he couldn’t fall asleep just yet. Park Se-yul paused at the doorway and glanced back at him.
“Don’t leave the room today.”
“……”
“Let’s call it a rule.”
The one who gave orders and the one who followed them. This rule had come into being after their roles had been clearly drawn. Park Se-yul would set the lines, and Eun-jo would cross them. The punishment changed every time.
“Where will you be today…?”
Eun-jo asked with a blank, spaced-out expression, tilting his head.
“I just told you not to go out.”
“I’m not exactly the obedient type, remember?”
You know that already, Team Leader. His voice had long since turned hoarse. Park Se-yul met his drowsy gaze and gave a crooked little smile.
“Around lunch, I’ll probably be near the garden.”
“……”
“Right around the time you’ll need to pee.”
“…I already kinda need to go.”
Muttering softly, Eun-jo closed his eyes. Before long, the room filled with the sound of his slow, even breathing.
He stood there in silence, gazing down at the sleeping Eun-jo. Lying beneath the blanket on the bed he’d arranged himself, Eun-jo was sound asleep—with the urethral plug he’d crafted still securely in place.
And that, more than anything, brought him a deep, quiet satisfaction.
He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when things had started to go wrong. All he knew was that he wanted complete control over Yeo Eun-jo—his body, his mind, even his breathing. Everything. Exactly the way he wanted.
“Definitely lost my damn mind.”
He muttered to himself, staring back at the bedroom for a moment before heading toward the front door. His fingertips twitched, like they were chasing the lingering warmth left in the air.
***
The moment Eun-jo opened his eyes, one thought crossed his mind.
Isn’t this basically dating?
It wasn’t sweet or romantic like it had been with Jung Tae-seok, but… it still felt like something close. They shared a bed every night, woke up together, and even exchanged parting words in the morning.
We even make plans.
Sure, he had a plug shoved up his urethra and those “plans” weren’t exactly for candlelit dinners, but still—compared to getting dragged around by the hair the first time they met, this was practically a miracle.
The only problem was… it never went further than this.
Why the hell is he holding back?
Frustrated, Eun-jo sat up and yanked the blanket off himself.
“Is that bastard actually impotent?”
Nothing else made sense. The guy was obsessive enough to control his bathroom habits and plug him up like that—
So why not go all the way?
No matter how many times Eun-jo came, Park Se-yul never once did. He’d just clean Eun-jo up afterward, then lie beside him until he drifted off to sleep. Eun-jo had seen the bulge in his pants plenty of times, but he always passed out before figuring out what happened next.
At this rate, I’m seriously gonna die. Ruffling his hair in frustration, Eun-jo got out of bed.
“My life’s on the line here, and he’s just…”
He trailed off as his phone buzzed on the table. The screen lit up with a message from Jung Tae-seok. Judging by the number of unread texts, the guy must’ve started messaging him since dawn.
As soon as the read receipt appeared, Tae-seok immediately called. Impatient as ever. Eun-jo cleared his throat and answered.
“Hello?”
—Hyung…
A voice as fragile as wet tissue paper came through the speaker. Eun-jo brought the phone closer to his ear.
“You sound awful. Are you sick?”
—Yeah. I’m sick.
“D-Did you get Guiding? Where does it hurt—?”
—My heart.
You’ve got to be kidding me. Letting out a long sigh, Eun-jo walked out of the bedroom with the phone still pressed to his ear.
“You scared the hell out of me. Didn’t I tell you not to joke about that stuff?”
—Would you even care if I really was sick?
“Tae-seok.”
He called his name gently, and through the speaker, he heard Tae-seok’s shaky breathing.
—If your boyfriend bailed on you right in front of your face, you’d sound like this too.
“……”
—On your first date, no less.
“……”
—He even showed me the room key and said, ‘Let’s go up.’ And then took it back.
“I didn’t take it back. I never gave it to you in the first place.”
—Hyung. Do you want to die?
“……”
Hearing it all laid out like that, he really did sound like an asshole. But even if he could rewind time, he knew he’d still have run straight to Jin Mu-seong. As much as he wanted that first date… saving someone’s life had to come first.
Maybe Jung Tae-seok already knew. He let out a heavy sigh, then smoothly changed the subject.
—Did you eat?
“Was just about to.”
As Eun-jo walked into the kitchen, he spotted a neatly wrapped sandwich on the table. Judging by the perfect packaging, it had to be from Park Se-yul. The label read Chicken Sandwich. A quiet laugh escaped his lips.
Last time, it was “Honey Lovey Chicken.” Ever since they got here, Se-yul had been bringing him every possible variation—chicken sandwiches, chicken bars, chicken rice balls. Always chicken. He really does have his adorable quirks. For a moment, Eun-jo forgot he was still on the phone and picked up the sandwich.
—…Hyung.
“Huh?”
—Don’t smile. Not like that.
“W-What?”
—Keep it in check. Don’t go smiling at just anyone. Don’t smile at the Team Leader either.
What’s gotten into my clingy little guy now? The low, quick tone made Eun-jo swallow hard and let his smile drop.
“I-I wasn’t smiling.”
—Don’t lie. That pisses me off even more.
“…Okay.”
—Who’s your boyfriend?
“Uhh… Jung Tae-seok.”
Not that he only had one. Technically, he also had Jin Mu-seong from the team next door. Just a two-week difference between them…
—Who?
“Tae-seok… you…”
—There’s a Kim Tae-seok, Park Tae-seok, and Hwang Tae-seok. Full name, please.
“Jung Tae-seok.”
Only after repeating it multiple times did Tae-seok finally hang up. Eun-jo, who had been standing like a kid waiting to be scolded, slumped down into the kitchen chair.
Boyfriend #1, done. Now it was time to check in with Boyfriend #2.
He set his phone down next to the sandwich and tapped the screen. Searching for Jin Mu-seong brought up a long list of messages he’d sent.
“…What the hell…”
Not a single reply.
Not one.
Eun-jo stared silently at the screen. But no matter how long he waited, a response that hadn’t come wasn’t going to suddenly appear.
What is he thinking?
There was no way Jin Mu-seong would just sit back and do nothing. He couldn’t remember how many times they’d had sex, how many times he’d taken him inside—but the words Mu-seong had said stuck with him, clear as day.
“Let’s date. You and me.”
“Y-Yeah! Mmm… let’s… aah… aaah…”
The memory of those desperate, drawn-out moans hit him like a wave, and his face lit up with heat. God, seriously… Red-faced, Eun-jo set his phone down and ripped open the sandwich wrapper.
Without further movement, the screen dimmed. His unanswered messages blinked faintly in the dark.
[Are you alive?]
[You could at least text me back.]
[Did you even get your readings checked, Jin Mu-seong?]
Is he really that mad?
According to the article he’d read at the Center, the entire 18th floor of the hotel had been completely wrecked. And since Park Se-yul hated drawing attention, that could only mean one thing—it had been Jin Mu-seong. Just the thought of those sharp, heavy-lidded eyes made Eun-jo’s chest tighten again.
“…You could at least send a damn reply.”
He muttered under his breath, chewing on the overly sweet sandwich. It stuck a little in his throat.
