It hadn’t been long since he started waiting for a taxi when a white Porsche approached and came to a stop. The moment he saw it, Kim Min-seok knew exactly who the driver was. As the passenger-side window rolled down, his guess was confirmed—it was Ha Jun-seo.
“Where are you going?”
“…Why?”
Kim Min-seok responded with an expression that clearly showed he found this bothersome. But Ha Jun-seo paid no mind, instead smiling warmly as he made an offer.
“Get in. I’ll take you wherever you’re headed.”
“No, thanks. I’ll just take a taxi.”
Kim Min-seok rejected him flatly. Ha Jun-seo had always been consistently kind and considerate from the start, but that wasn’t enough to make him forget the psychotic tendencies he had shown in bed.
As Kim Min-seok stepped past the Porsche to walk away, the car suddenly reversed. When he moved forward to avoid it, the car followed, blocking his way.
Beep! Beep!!
Angry car horns blared from the vehicles stuck behind the Porsche. People’s gazes turned toward the white sports car and Kim Min-seok, who was standing stiffly in front of it.
“Just get in. Don’t waste time.”
Ha Jun-seo spoke with a smile, as if he had no concern at all about the trouble he was causing Kim Min-seok.
In the end, Kim Min-seok climbed into the Porsche. Ha Jun-seo reached over and gently fastened his seatbelt for him, completely ignoring the honking cars behind them. After securing the belt, Ha Jun-seo asked,
“Where to?”
“…Noryangjin.”
“Why Noryangjin all of a sudden?”
Kim Min-seok remained silent. He didn’t want to reveal that he was going home.
“Where in Noryangjin?” Ha Jun-seo asked as he started driving.
“Just drop me off anywhere in Noryangjin.”
Kim Min-seok answered half-heartedly.
Silence filled the car for a moment. Though Ha Jun-seo occasionally glanced at him, Kim Min-seok pretended not to notice. Eventually, it was Ha Jun-seo who broke the silence.
“Are you mad at me?”
“…I don’t know.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know? You’re either mad or you’re not.”
Hearing that, Kim Min-seok turned to stare at him. Ha Jun-seo, as if pleased to finally have his attention, flashed a charming smile. With his delicate features and naturally light-colored eyes, the smile was almost convincing.
“You tied me up and toyed with me. You tried to rape me.”
“Toying? And even calling it rape? Hearing you say that about us makes me feel… a little hurt.”
Ha Jun-seo put on a disappointed expression.
“I was only trying to make Ha-yoon feel good after he lost his memories. And you really enjoyed it, didn’t you? Don’t you remember? You came so much while getting spanked.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, can you not bring that up?! In broad daylight, no less!”
“Are you embarrassed? There’s no need to be. You don’t have to be ashamed of something that feels so good.”
At Ha Jun-seo’s words, memories that Kim Min-seok had been desperately pushing to the back of his mind surged forward.
Wrists tied behind his back, ass raised, body pressed into the mattress in a degrading position. A pale hand coming down to spank him. The strange pleasure that made his body tremble with every smack. And then, the intense climax that followed…
“Come on, admit it. You liked it, didn’t you?”
Ha Jun-seo traced his finger lightly over the back of Kim Min-seok’s hand, his touch suggestive.
If he were to throw away all his pride and dignity as a man and be completely honest… Yeah. He probably did enjoy it. It was a ridiculous thing to be into, but the fact remained—it felt good.
It wasn’t Kim Min-seok’s fault. No, it had to be because of this body. This damn lewd body of Seo Ha-yoon. A body that got off while being spanked, cock hard and dripping as he cried out. This wasn’t his fault at all—he was just stuck in this overly sensitive body!
Kim Min-seok stayed silent. But Ha Jun-seo, as if he already knew the answer, curved his lips into a knowing smirk. Annoyed, Kim Min-seok yanked his hand away.
Silence filled the car once again. Ha Jun-seo, sensing Kim Min-seok’s growing irritation, chose not to press further. With Ha Jun-seo staying quiet, Kim Min-seok became lost in thought.
Not that it helped—his thoughts were a tangled mess, circling around the same problem. What the hell was he supposed to do when he finally met the real Seo Ha-yoon?
Would it really be okay for him to keep living as Seo Ha-yoon? If he did, he’d have to deal with these two men constantly hovering around him, and that sounded exhausting. But then, if they left, wouldn’t Seo Ha-yoon end up penniless again?
…No, wait. Didn’t he hear that the house was under Seo Ha-yoon’s name? If that was true, he could probably live off just that for the rest of his life, right?
At that thought, Kim Min-seok frowned.
No, this was all just him thinking about what he wanted. What about Seo Ha-yoon’s side of things? If Seo Ha-yoon was really trapped in Kim Min-seok’s body, he’d be desperate to get his own body back.
After all, the real Kim Min-seok wasn’t exactly blessed in life. His looks were average at best, and he had nothing to his name. No money, no real home except for a cramped goshiwon room. No family, no close friends, no stable job. There was no way someone in that situation would want to stay in that body forever.
Yeah… Even if Kim Min-seok wanted to stay as Seo Ha-yoon, if the real Seo Ha-yoon demanded his body back, there’d be nothing he could do. If the rightful owner wanted it back, he had to return it.
At first, he thought he had a choice in all of this. But realizing he might not have a say in the matter at all… left him feeling strangely hollow.
The closer they got to Noryangjin, the more uneasy he felt. The thought of facing the real Seo Ha-yoon and being called a thief for stealing his body gnawed at him. Worse, the idea of going back to the life he had before—empty, lonely, and struggling—sent a chill down his spine.
“Why do you look like that? Are you feeling sick?”
Ha Jun-seo’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
Even while driving, Ha Jun-seo kept sneaking glances at him, carefully observing his expression. His concern seemed genuine, and that simple act of care sent an unexpected warmth spreading through Kim Min-seok’s chest.
“I really am just a pathetic bastard starving for affection.”
Kim Min-seok mocked himself internally. And yet, despite knowing that this kindness wasn’t truly his to claim, despite the certainty that he would eventually lose it, he found himself wanting to indulge in it—just for a little while longer.
“…I’m hungry.”
The words slipped out like a childish complaint. He realized a moment too late how immature it must have sounded for a grown man to whine like that, and embarrassment crept up on him.
“You were hungry? You should’ve said something earlier. Let’s get something to eat. What do you want?”
Ha Jun-seo’s face lit up with an eager smile. It was clear that he was more than willing to buy him whatever he wanted.
“….”
Kim Min-seok immediately fell into deep contemplation. Expensive foods that were far out of reach for someone living paycheck to paycheck flashed through his mind. But in the end, all he could come up with were the usual things—Korean beef, steak, pasta, pizza.
Would I look too desperate if I asked for meat in the middle of the day? Pasta seems like something people eat on dates… And just sitting there eating pizza with another guy feels kind of weird…
“What about beef? It might be a little early for it, but Ha-yoon could use some nourishment.”
Ha Jun-seo suggested it so casually. Beef! It was the perfect choice!
“S-Sure.”
Kim Min-seok tried not to sound too excited, but the way the corners of his lips twitched upward gave him away. Ha Jun-seo chuckled quietly at the sight, and Kim Min-seok, flustered, rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand. Only then did his smile finally settle back down.
Ha Jun-seo turned the car around, seeming to know exactly where to go.
Would it be Hanwoo? Kim Min-seok wondered. Of course, it has to be Hanwoo. Ha Jun-seo is rich, after all.
The thought of eating Korea’s finest, most expensive beef had him practically vibrating with anticipation. He racked his brain, but in his entire 22 years of life, he had never once tasted Hanwoo.
Men were simple creatures—once their minds fixated on a certain desire, it was hard to think about anything else. His mouth was already watering, but he did his best not to look too eager.
Fortunately, the drive didn’t take long.
Their destination was a large traditional Korean house. As they got closer, he realized it was a restaurant—a Hanwoo specialty restaurant!
It was immediately clear that this was a high-end establishment. A staff member dressed in a modernized hanbok greeted them and guided them to a private dining room. They stepped across the polished wooden floor and through a paper-paneled door into a beautifully decorated, intimate space.
Kim Min-seok had only ever seen places like this on TV. He tried his best not to look like a total newbie.
He worried for a second—what if Ha Jun-seo handed him the menu and asked him to choose? But thankfully, Ha Jun-seo took care of the ordering himself.
Relieved, Kim Min-seok stole a glance at the menu Ha Jun-seo had set aside. The moment his eyes landed on the prices, he nearly choked.
“Fuck, that’s expensive…” he muttered under his breath.
Ha Jun-seo snickered. Flustered, Kim Min-seok quickly put the menu back and pursed his lips in mild embarrassment.
It wasn’t long before the table was filled with an array of side dishes. Every single dish looked mouthwatering. But when the beef finally arrived, his anticipation hit its peak.
He picked up his chopsticks, then hesitated, then picked them up again—clearly restless. Across from him, Ha Jun-seo watched with amusement, his eyes crinkling in a knowing smile.
Ssshhhk—
The beautiful sound of meat sizzling on the grill filled the air.
“Hurry up and eat.”
Ha Jun-seo flipped the meat on the grill, then immediately placed a piece onto Kim Min-seok’s plate.
Kim Min-seok knew that beef was best enjoyed with just a slight sear on the outside. Without hesitation, he picked up the piece, dipped it lightly in salt, and popped it into his mouth.
Chew, chew, chew.
After just three bites, the meat melted away, disappearing on his tongue. The rich umami flavor and the lingering juices ignited his taste buds, making his mouth water even more.
“How is it? Is it good?”
“It’s amazing!!”
Kim Min-seok nodded so vigorously it was almost comical.
Pfft!
Ha Jun-seo stifled a laugh behind his fist. His shoulders shook slightly as he tried to hold it in, but it was clear that he was genuinely amused.
“What? It is good,” Kim Min-seok huffed, pretending to be annoyed while secretly feeling a little embarrassed.
“Yeah. It is good.”
Still chuckling, Ha Jun-seo nodded. Then, he picked up another piece of meat, grilled it evenly on both sides, and placed it on Kim Min-seok’s plate.
“Eat plenty. You need to take care of yourself.”
After that, Ha Jun-seo became fully absorbed in grilling the meat. His attentiveness was almost uncanny—whenever Kim Min-seok finished a piece of meat and casually glanced at a side dish, it would instantly appear on his small plate.
He didn’t have to reach for anything himself. Every dish was served to him before he could even ask. It felt like being treated to a royal feast, as if he were a king receiving an imperial meal.
“…Aren’t you going to eat, Ha Jun-seo?”
It was only after he had stuffed himself for a while and his stomach started to feel full that Kim Min-seok finally noticed.
Ha Jun-seo hadn’t taken a single bite. He had been too busy grilling meat and serving side dishes to even touch his own food.
“Watching Ha-yoon eat is enough to fill me up.”
