At that moment, he thought he had been expecting a particular scene—maybe he had hoped for a simple, unwavering “Yes.” Of course, that had been a foolish wish from the start.
So even when Go Hoon hesitated in silence, Bae Jung-yoon wasn’t especially disappointed. Disappointment born from expectation was something he was well used to.
His jet-black eyes traced over Go Hoon’s bare shoulders. He liked that well-balanced body, its defined muscles. It had the kind of solidity that wouldn’t falter, even under a tight grip.
Jung-yoon ran his fingers over the distinct marks he’d left behind. Go Hoon’s eyelids flinched slightly, but he didn’t wake.
The image of Go Hoon gasping beneath him remained vividly burned into his mind. Remembering that flushed face, those wet, dazed eyes—his lower body, which had finally settled, stirred again.
Before he realized it, Bae Jung-yoon had wrapped his hand around his own erection. As he pumped the shaft roughly, a thick bead of pre-cum welled up from the tip.
His thrusts continued fiercely, but his gaze never left the sleeping man’s worn-out face. His breathing grew ragged.
“Hoon.”
The name slipped out amid a heavy exhale. As if in response, Go Hoon let out a faint moan. Watching him, Jung-yoon quickened his pace.
“You must never think about leaving me.”
One hand reached out, gently brushing his partner’s cheek.
“If you ever try to leave…”
His finger, tracing the soft texture of skin, slid down past the earlobe and under the chin.
“I might really kill you.”
Bae Jung-yoon pressed his broad palm against Go Hoon’s throat—just as he had that time when he’d realized Go Hoon had snuck out without telling him.
Even now, it was a stroke of luck he hadn’t erased the camera footage. If he had, he never would’ve known Go Hoon had lied and gone out on his own.
He slowly withdrew his hand. At that exact moment, he came, semen spurting out in sharp pulses.
There was no lingering in the afterglow. He wiped the sticky mess from his hand with a tissue, then brought a damp towel from the bathroom to gently clean Go Hoon’s body.
Despite the sensation, Go Hoon didn’t stir—still deeply asleep, completely worn out from the earlier session. The urge to wake him flared for a moment, but Jung-yoon let it pass. There’d be plenty of chances later.
He tossed the soiled bedsheet into a corner of the living room and replaced it with a fresh one. Then, slipping in behind Go Hoon, he wrapped one arm tightly around the man’s waist, relishing the warmth of his body.
He buried his nose in the nape of Go Hoon’s neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and skin. Bae Jung-yoon gave a low hum, took a slow breath, and brushed his lips against the back of his lover’s neck. A deep sense of content settled over him.
Somehow, even without a wink of sleep, he felt like today might not be so bad.
***
Sunlight pierced through the gap in the blackout curtains, intense and unforgiving. What time is it…?
Go Hoon forced his barely-opening eyes to focus and turned his head. His phone was sitting on the nightstand beside the bed.
He stretched his arm out from under the blanket. The moment he engaged his muscles, a heavy, bruising pain surged through him like he’d been beaten.
What the hell…? It’s not like I did manual labor at a construction site. Is it supposed to hurt this much after sex?
Letting out a low groan, Go Hoon snatched up his phone and turned on the screen.
Before he could check the time, the first thing he saw was a message from Woo Gun-hyung.
Woo Gun-hyung
[Did you manage to patch things up with your friend?]
9:47 AM
A muscle twitched in Go Hoon’s brow. Fuck.
After saying he was going to cancel the contract, he had gone and had sex with Bae Jung-yoon. Fucking unbelievable.
“Haa… What the hell was I thinking…? It’s not like I was drunk or anything.”
He buried his face in the pillow and groaned.
He wasn’t some mayfly diving into a bonfire. Thinking back now, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what had come over him. It really felt like he’d been possessed.
Sure, he’d always thought Bae Jung-yoon was impossible to talk to… but he never imagined they’d end up having such intense physical communication.
Honestly, he kind of wished he’d just stop breathing and never wake up. Ridiculous, sure, but the feeling lingered.
After endlessly blaming himself, Go Hoon scrubbed his face with both hands and finally checked the time.
10:24 AM.
A curse slipped from his lips. He had no idea how many hours he’d been out since yesterday. At this point, it wasn’t sleep—it was basically a blackout.
Pushing aside the temptation to collapse back into bed, Go Hoon carefully sat up.
He rubbed his stomach, then his backside. He expected to find dried semen, but there was nothing. Even the blanket covering him wasn’t the same as last night’s.
Since he’d passed out right after sex and didn’t remember cleaning up, it had to be Bae Jung-yoon who took care of everything.
Well… at least he has decent aftercare manners, he thought. Even if he’s a total animal during.
“…Haa.”
A sigh slipped out.
The image of himself crying like a mess beneath Bae Jung-yoon’s body kept flashing through his mind, and it made him want to crawl into a hole.
I’d really gone and carved out a proper stain on my life. It was unbelievable.
Raking his hand through his tangled hair, Go Hoon swung his legs over the bed. He decided to figure out what to say to Woo Gun-hyung after he’d washed up.
“Ugh…”
As soon as he put weight on his legs and stood, pain throbbed through his entire body like he’d been bludgeoned. Even his first day learning boxing hadn’t been this bad.
He stood there for a while, letting his body adjust to the pain, then slowly shuffled forward.
A ridiculous thought flitted through his mind: I feel like I just had circumcision surgery.
Once he reached the bathroom and looked in the mirror, Go Hoon recoiled.
He looked like a stunned goldfish.
And his body—covered in red and purple marks—bore undeniable proof of whatever madness they’d gotten up to before he passed out.
Blushing furiously, he let out a long sigh and scratched the back of his neck. How many days will these marks last?
As he tried to estimate, he stepped into the shower.
He cranked the faucet all the way to the right, letting cold water pour over him. After soaking his entire body, he grabbed the loofah and started scrubbing.
When he got below the waist, he hesitated—then gently touched his rear entrance.
It was swollen and tender, the heat radiating outward. Not just inside—his whole backside stung with soreness.
Then again, after getting wrecked like that, it’d be weird if it didn’t hurt.
The fact that he wasn’t torn up was honestly a small miracle.
Staring grimly at his reflection while checking the damage, Go Hoon frowned. What the hell am I even doing right now?
Self-loathing welled up, and he lightly thumped his forehead against the shower wall.
The cold marble against his skin helped cool his racing thoughts.
His movements were sluggish, and the shower took longer than usual. His body was in such rough shape that even a simple rinse felt exhausting. Still, once he was clean, his head felt a little clearer.
Wrapped in a shower gown, Go Hoon stepped out of the bathroom. Each step felt heavy and slow.
Clenching his jaw to push through the soreness, he made his way into the living room—only to be hit with a mouthwatering smell.
He turned toward the kitchen and saw Bae Jung-yoon standing there.
He glared daggers at him, practically shooting lasers.
As if sensing the stare, Jung-yoon looked up.
“You’re up?”
‘You’re up?’ That’s all he had to say?
Seriously? That’s it?
Go Hoon let out a hollow laugh.
Shouldn’t the first thing out of your mouth be, ‘Are you okay?’ Especially after wrecking me like that?
To be fair, the sex had been consensual. He couldn’t deny that. But even so, there had to be a limit.
Before the second round even started, he’d told Jung-yoon he was exhausted—he asked him to stop. But Jung-yoon hadn’t listened.
Now, Go Hoon’s entire lower half was in shambles.
He glared hard enough to punch holes through Jung-yoon’s face, but the man remained focused on plating food.
He calmly split the soup into two large bowls and, with a small smile, nodded toward the table.
“Sit down, Hoon. Let’s eat.”
“You seriously have the appetite to eat right now?”
“You must be starving. You should eat.”
Jung-yoon replied in a maddeningly casual tone, completely unfazed by Go Hoon’s glare.
“I made samgyetang. Tasted it—turned out pretty good. Come give it a try.”
He set the bowls down on the table, pulled out a chair, and looked at Go Hoon like he was waiting for him to sit.
Go Hoon narrowed his eyes and stared at the food. Every dish gleamed with a glossy sheen—it all looked undeniably delicious.
And right on cue, his stomach let out a loud, traitorous growl.
I was the one who asked if food would even go down right now, he thought bitterly, but I’m the one who’s starving.
Not surprising, really. The last thing he’d eaten was lunch with Woo Gun-hyung yesterday. Since then, he’d had sex with Bae Jung-yoon and passed out cold.
There wasn’t a single thing in his stomach.
You couldn’t argue on an empty stomach.
Thinking it over, Go Hoon finally started moving toward the table.
He could feel Bae Jung-yoon’s eyes tracking every limping step.
This is fucking humiliating.
His unsteady walk made it seem like he was whining about being in pain, and it pissed him off. He wanted to walk like nothing was wrong, but his body had other plans.
As soon as his butt hit the chair, a stiff jolt ran up his spine.
There was still a weird pressure back there, like something was stuck.
Scowling, Go Hoon raised his head, eyes narrowing even further.
He didn’t take his gaze off Bae Jung-yoon as the other man walked around to sit across from him.
I’m sitting here in pain, and this bastard looks like he just solved world hunger.
The guy looked way too pleased with himself, like he’d just resolved some long-standing issue.
“You hurting a lot?”
Just the sound of his calm voice—and that annoyingly smug face—made the frustration bubble over.
“Oh, I don’t know. You tore up my insides with that massive thing—what do you think?”
