Yeo Eun-jo cupped his cheeks, then—like a nurse teasing just before giving a shot—he playfully brushed his lips across them.
“I’ll make it quick, so just go with it.”
Physically and ability-wise, Heo Nan-gyeom had the upper hand. But right now, in this moment, Nan-gyeom instinctively knew—he wasn’t the one in control. It was Eun-jo. If Eun-jo decided to stab him while straddling him like this, he’d have no choice but to take it.
Eun-jo’s eyes rolled with mischief before he tilted his head. As he leaned in, close enough for their breaths to mingle, Nan-gyeom’s breath hitched again.
Soft lips brushed against his, and a tongue slipped between them. It slid in smoothly, gliding along the inside, exploring him.
“Mmh…”
Nan-gyeom’s tongue, however, just sat there—still, unmoving. Was he really not going to do anything? Eun-jo tapped it with the tip of his tongue, and Nan-gyeom’s tongue flinched away like it had been startled.
What the hell…?
Pretending to be casual, Eun-jo snuck his tongue back in. He lightly flicked the center of Nan-gyeom’s tongue, stroking it like he was teasing a cock. Once again, Nan-gyeom froze—like someone who had no idea what they were doing.
Wait… has he seriously never kissed anyone before?
The stiff lips, the tongue that kept retreating, the way he just sat there straight-backed like a nervous student—not even thinking to wrap his arms around him. It all screamed “first kiss.” The thought of messing around with someone so inexperienced gave Eun-jo a weird, twisted thrill.
He’s been an Esper for a while now, there’s no way…
Shaking the thought from his head, Eun-jo focused on the Guiding. It was way more potent than a basic handhold. The higher the intensity, the more his powers seemed to return.
When he finally pulled away, a thin string of spit stretched between them. Unaware that Nan-gyeom’s eyes were glued to his lower lip, Eun-jo casually wiped his mouth.
“I feel like if we go beyond kissing, I might be able to recover fully.”
The only question was—would Nan-gyeom agree? Eun-jo snuck a glance at him. He was still frozen stiff, face unreadable. Not a hint of whether he was mad or just overwhelmed.
Still… he really wanted to try. After a moment’s hesitation, Eun-jo placed his hands on Nan-gyeom’s shoulders.
“Um… Heo Nan-gyeom…”
“……”
“Do you wanna touch my chest?”
Nan-gyeom didn’t answer, but his brows twitched. Thinking he’d just crossed a line, Eun-jo hurried to explain.
“N-not that I want you to do it. I just need to know how much of my ability I can recover this way…”
He sneaked another glance and ducked his head low.
“…If I can draw enough energy like this, maybe it’ll even work with other people…”
Suddenly, an arm clamped tight around his waist. Before he could even let out a yelp, Nan-gyeom lifted him off the floor.
Thud! Eun-jo’s back hit the table. Nan-gyeom slipped between his legs in one swift movement.
“…You gave me permission first.”
Nan-gyeom ducked under the hem of his gray knit sweater. The shy act from earlier vanished like it was never there. He latched onto Eun-jo’s chest without hesitation.
“Nnh…!”
Heat engulfed his nipple as Nan-gyeom sucked it into his mouth. Like biting into ripe fruit, he took more, deeper, harder, his lips tightening around it. Slurping, wet sucking noises echoed through the office—unapologetically obscene.
His nipple hardened almost instantly. When Nan-gyeom brushed it with his lips, a moan slipped from Eun-jo’s mouth.
“Ahh… Heo Nan-gyeom…!”
Eun-jo reached down and cupped the bulge pressing up beneath Nan-gyeom’s clothes. Taking that as a sign, Nan-gyeom grabbed both of Eun-jo’s breasts with his hands. Every time he squeezed, the soft flesh gave way, leaving behind faint marks that sparked a strange satisfaction.
He continued kneading him like he was molding dough, then lowered his lips to press kisses around the areola. His tongue flicked out, tracing tight circles around the now-swollen bud. Eun-jo’s legs trembled.
“Ugh, nnh…! Ah…!”
His whole body was on fire. Without realizing it, Eun-jo began grinding his hips up, and Heo Nan-gyeom clung to him like a beast. Like a man who’d gone days without water and just found an oasis, he latched onto Eun-jo’s chest and sucked hungrily, messily.
Nan-gyeom’s head trailed downward, past his flat stomach, brushing against his navel. Every time his tongue flicked, Eun-jo let out a soft moan—“Hngh, ah…”—his hips twitching in response.
Then, just as his lips brushed the waistband of Eun-jo’s pants—
“……!”
Nan-gyeom’s eyes snapped wide. He jerked back like he’d been burned, stumbling several steps away.
“Ah…”
What the hell was I just doing? His gaze darted around the room in a panic. Eun-jo lay half-sprawled on the table, sweater bunched up to his chest, skin flushed and dotted with red marks. Nan-gyeom quickly averted his eyes.
But even that betrayed him. The bulge beneath his uniform pants was impossible to ignore—distorted and swollen with arousal.
He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again. Then again. I lost control. It was the Guiding. That’s all it was. Excuses swirled in his head, but they all sounded pathetic. Still speechless, he stood frozen until Eun-jo, frowning at the silence, slowly pushed himself upright.
“Heo Nan-gyeom…?”
The moment his name was called, Nan-gyeom flinched—shoulders jolting like a scolded child.
“…Excuse me.”
He bowed stiffly, then bolted out of the Guiding Room. BANG! The door slammed shut behind him, shaking in its frame.
Eun-jo stared blankly at the trembling door. His sweater, which had been caught up around his chest, slid down with a soft thump.
“I’m the one who got sucked on…”
So why did he look like the one who’d just been violated? Eun-jo tilted his head, recalling the way Nan-gyeom’s ears had burned scarlet through his hair.
“Was that seriously… his first time?”
He muttered to himself, then scoffed and shook his head.
“No way. If it was, then how the hell did he…? I mean, with my chest like that?”
His skin still stung where it had been bitten and sucked. He gingerly pulled the collar of his sweater back into place and stepped down from the table. His cheeks were flushed hot.
***
In the center of the set, a chair with “Yeo Eun-jo” written on it sat beside the director, who was holding a camera.
Young Eun-jo sat there, wearing a hoodie with a teddy bear on it and a pair of shorts. He looked like pure cuteness. With his permed curls, big round eyes, and chubby arms and legs, he was the picture of adorable. And with that sweet smile of his—always ready when asked—it was no wonder casting calls kept coming.
He loved being on set. The makeup and costume noona was kind, and the director and staff were always smiling, handing him snacks between takes. “So cute,” “So pretty,” “What a sweetheart.” Compliments like that were rare at home, so he soaked them up with a smile.
“Hey cutie, is there anything you wanna eat?”
The director asked while reviewing the footage.
“I’ll buy you anything. You name it, okay?”
“Really?”
Eun-jo’s legs kicked with excitement, and the director, clearly smitten, reached out to stroke his cheek with a grin.
“Of course! What else am I making money for? Gotta spoil our little Eun-jo with some snacks!”
“And if you do well in the next scene,” he added with a playful pinch to Eun-jo’s cheek, “I’ll get you something even better than snacks.” Then he turned back to the monitor. Eun-jo’s face lit up as he nodded hard enough to make his curls bounce.
“Okay!”
Practically skipping off the chair, he scanned the set. No sign of his mom. She was probably off talking with a staff member about his pay.
With no other choice, he headed down the hallway toward the restroom. Tap tap tap—his little footsteps echoed down the corridor.
“Hey.”
Suddenly, a hand grabbed his arm. His small body pitched forward from the force.
“Don’t run on set.”
Eun-jo turned and saw a boy his age. Strangely, the boy was dressed exactly like him—same teddy bear hoodie, same shorts. Eun-jo stared, puzzled, and the boy scowled.
“What are you looking at?!”
“Why are you wearing the same clothes as me?”
The boy’s expression twisted further. Eun-jo realized he’d said something wrong but had no clue what it was.
“I’m the one shooting the eating scene. Didn’t you know?”
“Why?”
“…Because if you eat everything, you’ll get fat. And full.”
Wouldn’t that happen to anyone? Eun-jo tilted his head, confused.
“Then what about you?”
“……”
“You’d get full too if you ate it!”
Instead of replying, the boy shoved Eun-jo’s wrist away. Eun-jo’s small body tumbled to the ground with a loud thud. Louder than expected. The boy quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed.
“Tch… So damn annoying.”
Thankfully, everyone was too focused on playback to notice. Seeing no one coming, the boy leaned in again.
“I’m not as cute as you. I can’t smile like you do.”
His voice dropped to a low whisper, sharp and bitter—like he was spitting out a curse.
“My mom says if you’re not good at anything, you get thrown away. That’s why your seat is next to the director, and mine is next to the bathroom.”
Before any staff could catch on, the boy went back to the chair by the restroom. It was smaller, shakier than the one Eun-jo had been sitting in.
Eun-jo didn’t want to sit in that chair. Face pale, he turned and ran straight back to the director’s side. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum.
That day, Eun-jo smiled more than ever before. He puffed out his cheeks, curled his eyes like he was told, making sure to secure his spot. The only thing that mattered to him was whether the chair next to the camera was still there—or whether someone had moved it.
“Hah…!”
Eun-jo bolted upright, heart racing. He looked around in a panic, but thankfully, it wasn’t a film set. He was in the team office. He exhaled sharply and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
What a fucked-up dream.
He wasn’t so clueless that he couldn’t guess where it came from. In Eun-jo’s world, there were always “roles” he had to play. As a child actor, it was to smile sweetly on cue. As a Guide, it was to save lives through Guiding.
His heart was still racing like he’d just sprinted. He drew in a deep breath and scanned the office.
Still not here.
The space to his right—Jung Tae-seok’s—was empty. It had been that way ever since he’d asked for some time.
“Haah…”
Where did he even go?
“Is he eating properly at least…”
His thoughts were loud and restless. The sense of calm he’d regained while practicing with Heo Nan-gyeom was unraveling all over again. Still trying to steady his breath, Eun-jo gently slipped his hand from Jin Mu-seong’s grip and stood from his spot.
On his toes, he quietly slipped away toward the small storage room where he kept his things.
“……”
The door clicked shut behind him, and all three Espers in the room opened their eyes in unison.
“Looks like we need to come up with a solution.”
It had been a full week since Eun-jo last slept properly. They didn’t get along, but for now, the three men exchanged a single look—silent, but united.
