I Possessed a Promiscuous Guide 48

It would have been easy to just say yes.

Whatever the reason, the two of them were living under the same roof. They were an Esper and a Guide, bound by the act of Guiding.

Calling them friends might have felt like a stretch, but they had shared meals more than a few times. At the very least, they were close enough that showing concern when one looked unwell was natural. And yet, the moment Lee Haru heard Yu Je-hyun’s words, his mind went utterly blank.

In contrast, a rush of heat surged to his face. He wanted to escape, but the Guiding session was still in progress. Watching Haru press his lips tightly shut, Yu Je-hyun’s expression shifted slightly—though it was unclear what he was thinking, the corners of his mouth loosened.

“Who taught you to take someone’s temperature like that? Do you go around pressing foreheads with others, too?”

He was smiling—but it did not feel like a real smile. Perhaps it was because his pale gray eyes, touched with an odd hue, seemed frozen in place, unmoved and numb.

“How about now? Do I still feel like I have a fever?”

It felt like he had walked straight into a trap with no way out. Yu Je-hyun’s hand, which had been gently combing through his hair, suddenly gripped the back of Haru’s neck—and before he could react, their foreheads touched.

The warmth of that contact—Haru could no longer tell whether it came from Yu Je-hyun, or from his own flushed skin.

“Lee Haru.”

When had they gotten so close? At some point, their foreheads had separated, yet now their faces were close enough for their noses to almost brush. Yu Je-hyun’s breath swept over Haru’s lips, and his nape burned, as if from an indirect kiss.

Just a slight tilt of the head, and their lips would meet.

Haru had never stared this deeply into someone’s eyes before. It felt like he was being drawn in, helpless to resist. At such a close distance, he could see every detail in Yu Je-hyun’s irises—and he forgot how to breathe.

A fragile, precarious tension filled the air, like walking across a frozen lake. Part of him wanted to escape. Yet at the same time, another part whispered that it might be all right to surrender—to let himself be pulled in just a bit more.

His lungs burned from the lack of air. His fingers tensed. Just as he thought he felt Yu Je-hyun’s fingertips twitch within his grasp, the other man slowly closed his eyes.

His eyelashes, fanned out wide like the spokes of a folding fan, shimmered silver, just like his hair. Haru found his gaze drawn in, unable to look away.

Then, came the sensation—something soft, firm, pressing gently against his lips.

What… What is happening right now?

His thoughts stalled. It was like staring death in the face—his body frozen, unable to move a muscle.

And just as something warm and moist brushed across his lips— A deafening boom shattered the moment.

KWAANG—!

“…What the hell.”

Yu Je-hyun’s voice, low and cold, scratched harshly against Haru’s ears. His deeply furrowed brows made his irritation unmistakable.

The kiss had been impulsive—but it was sincere. Even if they had once shared breath before, in that moment, it truly felt like a first kiss, euphoric and consuming.

Their lips had barely touched, yet Haru’s chest burned, as though scorched. His mouth went dry, parched—like he had wandered a desert for days. And the only one who could quench that thirst was standing right in front of him.

Though Haru’s body remained stiff, a primal urge rose within him—an instinct to deepen the kiss, to draw closer.

But the unwelcome intrusion forced them apart.

Yu Je-hyun turned his head toward the noise, and there, in the middle of what had been a pristine wall, was a gaping hole.

“Hong Seong-jun, have you completely lost it?”

The culprit stood expressionless—eerily devoid of emotion. Fragments of plaster and drywall crumbled from his clenched fist.

“Yeah. I think I have. Watching you rub lips with Haru—made something snap.”

Despite Yu Je-hyun’s biting tone, Hong Seong-jun remained unbothered. He shrugged lazily, like someone taking a casual stroll through the neighborhood.

Meanwhile, Haru just stood there, absentmindedly brushing his fingertips over his tingling lips, blinking slowly in a daze.

His thoughts had yet to catch up to reality.

My first kiss…

His friends had always teased him whenever he brought it up, but Haru had held on to one small, personal dream: That his first kiss would be with someone he truly liked.

Their lips had only just touched—no tongue, no depth—so maybe it did not even qualify as a real kiss.

And yet, the shock refused to let go. The heat and softness of that fleeting moment replayed vividly in his mind, and his face flushed a deep, fiery red.

“I’ve been annoyed for a while now.”

While Haru remained lost in a daze, Yu Je-hyun stood, unwilling to back down from Hong Seong-jun’s provocation.

Haru let go of Yu Je-hyun’s hand as it slipped from his own.

For a moment, he wondered what his Rampage Risk Index had dropped to. But he forced himself to focus.

Déjà vu.

He had already witnessed what happened when Kang Min and Hong Seong-jun clashed. That time, it had only stopped short of disaster because Kang Min had kept his cool—silently enduring every blow from Hong Seong-jun without retaliating.

If these two go at it, half the living room might be reduced to rubble.

Last time, the marble floor had looked like it had been shredded by a backhoe. He still had no idea who fixed it, but somehow, it had been restored in no time.

Lee Haru quietly pushed himself up from the sofa. His body rocked forward and back, unsteady—perhaps from how thoroughly the Guiding had drained his energy.

“Haru hyung, over here.”

A voice, soft as birdsong, whispered from the side. When he turned his head, he spotted Ji Yeon-woo crouched behind the sofa, gesturing discreetly. Haru ducked down instinctively, mirroring him. Ji Yeon-woo brought a hand to his mouth and whispered even more quietly than before.

“Esper Kang Min said the two of us should stay in the room.”

At the end of the hallway stood Kang Min, who must have stepped out the moment he sensed the disturbance. Just the sight of him brought a wave of relief. If Kang Min took charge, at least the house would not be torn apart.

When Haru gave a small nod to signal his understanding, Ji Yeon-woo turned and began crab-walking toward the room. Haru followed quickly on his hands and knees. The air had grown charged—thick with tension that signaled a real fight was imminent.

Only after Haru and Ji Yeon-woo disappeared down the corridor did Yu Je-hyun begin drawing up his power. The metal bracers on his forearms melted down like liquid, coiling around his wrists.

“Why do you keep picking fights with me? It’s not like we ever gave a damn about each other.”

Yu Je-hyun smiled, but there was nothing warm in it—just sharp, mocking edges. Across from him, Hong Seong-jun’s fist clenched tight. That calm exterior he had worn like armor—already starting to crack—shattered in an instant.

“Then why are you acting like that with Haru? You never cared about him. You only ever treated him like some tool for Guiding. So why the hell are you suddenly acting like you have feelings for him?”

The words poured out, his fury boiling over. The image from earlier replayed in his mind, over and over again, clouding his thoughts and causing his power to spiral out of control. Cracks spread beneath his feet like spiderwebs, crawling across the floor.

Lee Haru is mine. That bastard belongs to me…!

He could not bring himself to say it aloud, but the words twisted violently in his chest, tangled beyond reason. If Yu Je-hyun had been forcing Haru onto the sofa and fucking him from behind, Hong Seong-jun might not have been this enraged.

But instead, it was that face—soft, unguarded, almost tender. A man like Yu Je-hyun, wearing the look of someone newly in love, pressing a kiss to Haru’s lips. That was what broke him.

And Haru—who had quietly accepted that kiss, offering up his lips without hesitation—was equally to blame for pushing him over the edge.

So much so that I want to kill them all.

The one who used to provoke him the most had always been Kang Min. Because he was the one Haru used to like.

But after Haru’s suicide attempt, he had started acting like whatever feelings he had for Kang Min had been wiped clean. That made no sense. So Hong Seong-jun had waited, watched, thinking Haru must be pretending—trying a new approach, since the old one had failed.

But the more he watched, the more he doubted. This was not the Haru he knew. The same Haru who once could not even look at the basement now spoke casually about retrieving a ring from it, as if it were nothing.

Confusion churned deeper. Trying to clear his head, he had left Haru alone in the garden and returned to his room. But thirst had pulled him back downstairs—and that was when he saw it. That scene.

Yu Je-hyun and Haru, caught in a moment so sweet and gentle, they looked like lovers just falling into their first romance.

To Hong Seong-jun, it was unforgivable. As impossible as the sky cracking open.

“It doesn’t make sense. You’re the one who hated Haru more than anyone—and now you expect me to believe you’re in love with him?”

That was it. That was why he had never considered Yu Je-hyun a threat. To Hong Seong-jun, Yu Je-hyun had always been a spare key—one he occasionally forgot even existed. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Author: Levia