As a result, he was holed up in bed, struggling to type out a message, one painstaking letter at a time. When no reply came, Eun-jo let out a groan. Clink. The rattle of handcuffs echoed through the room.
“Ugh, I’m bored.”
As he slumped back against the headboard, the dog lying beside him—Lee Sang-heon—licked the back of his hand. He hadn’t gone to training and had been stuck to Eun-jo’s side like a loyal guard dog all day.
The moment he heard footsteps approaching, Eun-jo quickly hid his phone. He flopped onto his side and turned his head just as the door creaked open.
The soft sound of bare feet brushing the floor—had to be Jung Tae-seok. His eyes scanned the room, landing on the sleeping Eun-jo and the watchdog lying beside him on the bed.
“Well, if it isn’t our little princess. Hyung?”
The mattress dipped as Tae-seok climbed in beside him. He didn’t stop until Eun-jo was fully wrapped in his arms, pressing soft kisses to his cheek.
“Saw you hide your phone. You can stop pretending now.”
“…Then let me go.”
“Nope. I like the view.”
With a relaxed smirk, he leaned in again. After spending the past week carried around in Tae-seok’s arms, Eun-jo instinctively reached out and wrapped his arms around him.
“See? You fucking love it.”
Tae-seok kissed him again, then finally undid the collar and chain. Clink. The metal links hit the floor with a heavy thud. It was a strange sound to hear inside a normal home. Eun-jo grimaced in distaste, but Tae-seok picked him up without hesitation and carried him into the living room. Behind them, Lee Sang-heon followed, tail wagging gently.
The living room was buzzing with late-morning activity. As soon as Tae-seok set him down, Eun-jo padded straight toward the front door.
“You’re late.”
Park Se-yul stood by the entrance, and Eun-jo slowly gave him a once-over. Dressed in full uniform from head to toe, not a single detail was out of place. He must’ve been waiting—just for him.
With a sly smile, Eun-jo rose onto his tiptoes.
“You’d wait even if I was later.”
“Do I look like I have time to waste?”
So cute. Eun-jo pressed a kiss to Se-yul’s stiff lips.
“Not really. But you do look pretty damn in love.”
“……”
“No? Then maybe you’re head over heels?”
A cold stare met his gaze. He might’ve flinched before, but by now, Eun-jo was well-versed in how Park Se-yul showed affection.
“You’ve gotten real cheeky lately.”
And you like it. Eun-jo pouted, and Se-yul’s lips twitched with a subtle smile. It would’ve been perfect if he’d just throw him over his shoulder and have his way right there—but Se-yul’s eyes shifted behind him.
“Not your turn today.”
A low voice rumbled from behind. Jin Mu-seong wrapped an arm around Eun-jo’s shoulders, his smile easy and unbothered. He was dressed up too—probably another event at the Center.
But instead of his usual three-piece, he wore a white dress shirt with a casually slung jacket. The shirt stretched tight across his chest, catching Eun-jo’s gaze before he could stop himself. Is he seriously planning to walk out looking like that? Eun-jo frowned slightly and looked up.
Jin Mu-seong, who’d been watching him the whole time, gave a smug grin.
“Hate to break it to you, but it’s not my turn either.”
“It’s my turn, so how about you all stop drooling already?”
Shoo. With a firm shove, Jung Tae-seok chased even the lingering Lee Sang-heon out of the foyer, then pulled Eun-jo tightly into his arms.
“Ack!”
Without warning, Tae-seok hoisted Eun-jo onto his shoulder like he was luggage. Dangling upside down like a sack of rice, Eun-jo kicked his legs in protest.
“Hey! Jung Tae-seok…!”
The arrangement they’d made for coexistence was simple—take turns. But last night, Eun-jo had been dragged into another room, and Tae-seok had spent the entire night wide awake, watching. His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed a firm handful of Eun-jo’s ass.
“Ack!”
Eun-jo’s scream made Tae-seok freeze for a moment. Then, shooting a nasty glare at Park Se-yul—the one who’d taken Eun-jo last night—he squeezed again.
Eun-jo slapped a hand over his mouth. His ass was still burning from being pounded all night long. Sure, Se-yul had given him an ice pack in the morning, but it still throbbed like hell.
Unfortunately, holding back his moan didn’t help. Tae-seok had already figured everything out and growled low in his throat.
“That fucking pervert…”
This wasn’t fair. If his ass was off-limits, then he was damn well going to make up for it by ruining his chest instead.
“I’m not going to work today.”
The moment Tae-seok made the announcement and started toward his room, the apartment buzzed with the sound of the door lock beeping.
The front door opened, and Heo Nan-gyeom walked in. The sight of the crowded foyer didn’t faze him one bit. With his usual deadpan calm, he gave a polite nod.
Even after Eun-jo returned, Heo Nan-gyeom hadn’t left the team’s office. He hadn’t been Imprinted, and he wasn’t on any assigned nights—but he still lived with them. Because he was a member of Team A.
Eun-jo’s eyes lit up the moment he saw him.
“Heo Nan-gyeom-ssi!”
Every time things spiraled into chaos, Heo Nan-gyeom was the one who rescued him. Eun-jo reached out his cuffed hands in desperation. Tae-seok’s jaw clenched so hard it made an audible grinding sound.
“The Director’s calling for you. Says he wants to have lunch with you.”
“You aren’t lying, are you?”
“Yeah.”
“……”
“……”
Tae-seok let out a sigh. Daytime sex was officially off the table.
Huffing in frustration, he wrapped his arms tighter around Eun-jo and marched straight through the living room.
“AAGH!” Eun-jo shrieked as the sudden wind rushed past him—Tae-seok was moving that fast.
Reaching the window, Tae-seok stepped up and leapt down to the ground. Eun-jo yelped and instinctively clung to him. Tae-seok let out a childlike laugh.
Behind them, four men gave chase. Eun-jo caught sight of Jin Mu-seong’s hand going for his waistband and screamed without thinking.
“N-No guns!”
You crazy bastards!
Peace and quiet? Not a chance. Not in this house.
The sunlight above was warm and golden. Eun-jo glanced at the chaotic mess of people around him.
And suddenly, laughter bubbled out of him. Something warm tickled at his chest. Resting his head against Tae-seok’s shoulder, he closed his eyes.
Even if life wasn’t peaceful—it was fine. As long as every day was like this.
If only this moment, this warmth, could last forever.
The heat against his skin, the breath brushing his ear—
Let it sink in.
Let it stay.
Like something eternal.
[End]
aww… no extras??
thank you for translating!
He got all of them. And he learned that it was about guiding.