Choi Sang-hyuk carried Seo Ha-yoon into the bathroom and sat him on the toilet seat before undressing. Naked, he picked Seo Ha-yoon up again and stepped into the shower. He adjusted the water temperature and began to wash Seo Ha-yoon’s body. Exhausted from the alcohol and intense sex, Seo Ha-yoon’s body swayed, his legs trembling. Choi Sang-hyuk supported him, washing him with shampoo and soap.
“Are you… still mad?” Seo Ha-yoon finally mustered the courage to ask. Choi Sang-hyuk focused on cleaning him, remaining silent.
“Are you disappointed? I’m sorry I’m such a pervert….” Seo Ha-yoon apologized, his face downcast. After everything he had done, apologizing seemed pointless even to himself.
“Just brush your teeth, you pervert,” Choi Sang-hyuk said, giving Seo Ha-yoon’s butt a light tap after finishing the shower. His usual demeanor brought Seo Ha-yoon a sigh of relief.
“Let me wash you too,” Seo Ha-yoon said, eagerly grabbing a shower towel and lathering it with body wash. He scrubbed Choi Sang-hyuk’s body, his arms shaking from fatigue. Despite his weak efforts, Choi Sang-hyuk stood still, allowing Seo Ha-yoon to wash him.
After finishing the front, Seo Ha-yoon moved to Choi Sang-hyuk’s back, spreading soap across his broad shoulders. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around Choi Sang-hyuk’s waist, hugging him tightly.
“What are you doing? Want to do more?” Choi Sang-hyuk asked.
“No. I just wanted to hug you,” Seo Ha-yoon replied, feeling a rush of affection for the muscular body in his arms.
“Hey, Sang-hyuk,” Seo Ha-yoon said softly.
“What is it?”
“You know I love you, right?” Seo Ha-yoon asked, trying to hide his embarrassment. Choi Sang-hyuk turned to face him, gently kissing his lips. The brief, light touch felt more profound than any passionate kiss.
***
It had been a long time since the three of them spent a weekend together. Despite the heavy drinking and sex the night before, Seo Ha-yoon woke up early, his eyes wide open. He turned his head to see Choi Sang-hyuk still asleep beside him. Turning the other way, he saw Ha Jun-seo’s sleeping face.
‘Uh….’
Seo Ha-yoon was utterly horrified but couldn’t even make a sound. How the hell had the three of them ended up sleeping in the same bed last night? He had absolutely no memory of it.
He distinctly remembered washing up… but after that?
Seo Ha-yoon furrowed his brows, struggling to piece together the events, but ultimately gave up. Whatever happened, they must have somehow ended up falling asleep together. Not that it was that strange. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other naked before. Sleeping in the same bed shouldn’t be a big deal… shouldn’t be—except it totally was!
The moment those two woke up, they were bound to start bickering again, cursing each other out first thing in the morning.
Seo Ha-yoon’s eyes darted left, then right, before he made up his mind. Lying flat on his back, he started inching his body downward, moving as stealthily as a cocoon-wrapped larva.
Operation: Silent Escape was a success.
He managed to slide all the way down to the edge of the bed without waking either of them. Carefully, he climbed off, making sure not to make a sound as he slipped out of the master bedroom.
Standing at the threshold, Seo Ha-yoon glanced back.
The sight before him was almost too beautiful to leave behind.
The two men, faces so close they were practically touching, were sleeping peacefully. It was like a scene straight out of a masterpiece painting.
Seo Ha-yoon hesitated.
It was too perfect to miss.
After a brief moment of contemplation, he tiptoed out to the living room, grabbed his phone, and crept back inside. Carefully adjusting the angle to capture only their faces, he pressed the shutter button.
Click—
The instant the sound echoed through the room, both men’s eyes snapped open.
Their gazes met.
Then, as they processed what they were looking at, their faces simultaneously twisted into pure horror.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me—!”
“What the fuck…?”
Both men shot up from the bed at the exact same time. Then, their heads whipped toward the source of the sound.
Seo Ha-yoon, who had been standing in the doorway, flinched and instinctively hid his phone behind his back.
But there was no way they’d let the click slide.
“Seo Ha-yoon!”
“Ha-yoon!”
Both men shouted at once and sprang to their feet.
Their rapid, furious approach was downright terrifying.
Choi Sang-hyuk lunged forward, snatching the phone from Seo Ha-yoon’s hands and immediately opening the gallery. The moment the picture appeared—of them sleeping with their faces nestled against each other—his expression contorted into something murderous.
“Seo Ha-yoon, you—”
“Oh my God. Why the fuck would you take a picture of this, Ha-yoon?”
Two pairs of burning eyes drilled into him.
Having suffered once before when Seo Chang-seop took a compromising photo of him, Seo Ha-yoon immediately snapped into panic mode.
Taking a picture of something just because he found it adorable? Without permission?
Yep. That was a massive mistake.
“I-I’m sorry! It just looked so good that I… I wasn’t thinking…! I-I’ll delete it right now!”
Seo Ha-yoon quickly retrieved his phone and erased the photo. Then, putting on the most apologetic face he could muster, he turned to the two men and bowed his head.
“I’m really sorry. That was my bad.”
Even as he apologized and repented, he couldn’t help but feel a little regret.
Sure, they both had pictures of him, and he had pictures of them individually—but this was the only one of them together. It wasn’t like he could just ask to take another one…
They would never have let him take that picture. The moment was too precious to let slip away… but now, it was gone forever.
Seo Ha-yoon unknowingly pouted, and the sharp gazes from the two men intensified. Feeling his resolve crumble, he panicked and threw his phone onto the couch before bolting toward the kitchen, muttering something about being thirsty.
Luckily, Choi Sang-hyuk didn’t chase after him. Instead, he headed to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and then settled onto the living room couch. As always, he pulled out his tablet and started checking emails and news—it was his morning routine.
“You sure know how to run, don’t you?”
Ha Jun-seo walked up and gave Seo Ha-yoon’s cheek a light pinch. Seo Ha-yoon made a regretful face in response.
“Come on, let’s go wash up.”
Ha Jun-seo draped an arm around his shoulders and led him to the bathroom. The two stood side by side, taking turns brushing their teeth and washing their faces. Since there was no spare toothbrush, Ha Jun-seo casually used Seo Ha-yoon’s.
“So, how was last night? You liked it, didn’t you?”
Glancing at the closed bathroom door, Ha Jun-seo smirked and asked.
Seo Ha-yoon’s face instantly burned as the memories of the previous night came rushing back. He weakly smacked Ha Jun-seo’s shoulder.
“I don’t know. Why are you even asking something like that?”
“What do you mean, you don’t know? It’s either yes or no. Be honest. Did you like it?”
Seo Ha-yoon hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod. His cheeks felt scorching hot.
“I’m such a pervert…”
He mumbled in an embarrassed whisper. The way he had completely lost himself in pleasure last night made him want to crawl into a hole and disappear.
“So what? It’s not like you were sleeping with some random stranger.”
Ha Jun-seo swept Seo Ha-yoon’s hair back, tucking it gently behind his ear.
“Last night… it wasn’t just because you were pissed, was it? You did it to fulfill my fantasy too, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah. That was part of it.”
Ha Jun-seo didn’t deny it. He clearly remembered how Seo Ha-yoon had once confessed that he used to fantasize about being watched by Choi Sang-hyuk.
“You must’ve been really mad yesterday, but even then, you still considered my fantasy? Why do you treat me so well, Jun-seo?”
“Why do you think? Because I love you.”
Ha Jun-seo always said it so easily, so naturally.
He was someone who gave freely, without hesitation. He always had been.
“Jun-seo.”
“Hm?”
“Your birthday’s coming up soon.”
“Oh? How’d you know?”
“If you look it up online, your profile comes right up.”
“Ah, right. Still, thanks for remembering.”
“I took the day off for your birthday.”
Ha Jun-seo’s eyes widened slightly.
“To spend the day with me?”
“Yeah. And on that day…”
Seo Ha-yoon hesitated for a moment before rising onto his tiptoes and bringing his lips close to Ha Jun-seo’s ear. Then, in a barely audible whisper, he said,
“As your birthday present… let’s go play in that room.”
Lowering back down, he looked up at Ha Jun-seo, whose expression held a flicker of surprise.
“That room…?”
Ha Jun-seo asked, as if to confirm.
Seo Ha-yoon, his face already burning, nodded.
He had visited Ha Jun-seo’s house countless times, but never—not even once—had he stepped foot inside that room. But after all the ways Ha Jun-seo had showered him with affection and generosity, he wanted to give something back. And, of course, he wanted to make him happy—because he liked him.
Over time, Seo Ha-yoon had come to trust that no matter what, Ha Jun-seo would never hurt him. That trust had solidified.
That’s why he could finally make this decision.
“Are you really sure? You’re not scared?”
Ha Jun-seo asked again.
“I’m sure. And, you know… we have a safe word. So, do whatever you want, Jun-seo. Anything.”
At those words, Ha Jun-seo’s face lit up with a dazzling smile—so breathtakingly beautiful, it felt like watching a flower bloom right before his eyes.
He leaned down and kissed Seo Ha-yoon gently. A soft, affectionate kiss with the lingering taste of toothpaste.
And yet, it felt nothing but sweet.
“I’ll be looking forward to it.”
Ha Jun-seo whispered against his ear.
Seo Ha-yoon, face now impossibly red, nodded.
