Go Hoon naturally assumed that Bae Jung-yoon would push him away immediately. But things took an unexpected turn.
Despite the aggressive kiss, Bae Jung-yoon, though momentarily staggered backward, didn’t make any move to shove the other man away. His eyes locked firmly on Choi Joo-won, whose arms tightened around his shoulders. Then, leisurely, he parted his lips.
Right before Go Hoon’s eyes, their red tongues tangled together in vivid, unfiltered detail. Choi Joo-won’s low, smug chuckle—like he knew this would happen—echoed disorientingly in his head.
The sheer absurdity of the moment left Go Hoon completely thrown. He had no idea why he was sitting front row for two men’s rough, heated kiss.
Only one of them was actively moving, yet the kiss didn’t feel like it was forced or one-sided. It wasn’t simply a matter of dominance or submission.
If Bae Jung-yoon had truly wanted to reject Choi Joo-won, he could’ve easily done so. Physically, he had the clear upper hand.
Which meant Bae Jung-yoon was merely tolerating Joo-won’s actions—allowing it to happen, nothing more. The calm, unshaken look on his face said everything. It was Joo-won who was clinging to this dynamic.
And Bae Jung-yoon was just letting him. As if watching to see what move Joo-won would make next to pique his interest. But it didn’t seem like his patience was endless. Soon, the tides turned.
Thud—a heavy thump rang out as the back of Choi Joo-won’s head slammed into the wall. Bae Jung-yoon, now pinning him between his body and the wall, shoved his fingers into Joo-won’s hair and yanked hard.
A grunt of pain slipped from Joo-won’s lips. Their kiss broke off, and Jung-yoon stared down at him with an icy, indifferent gaze.
“When I’m drunk, I told you not to mess with my lips. The smell makes me sick.”
“You little shit… Saying that kinda stuff again? That hurts, you know.”
Joo-won’s hand moved downward. Fingers slid familiarly past Jung-yoon’s flat stomach, slipping into his pants like they’d done it countless times before. He leaned in again to steal another kiss—but Jung-yoon’s firm push sent his body crashing back against the wall with a dull thud.
“You reek of alcohol.”
Bae Jung-yoon’s voice followed, low and frigid. Joo-won chuckled.
“So should I just go home, then?”
A tense silence lingered between them. Then Jung-yoon took a single step back. He turned and began walking toward the open bedroom. Just past the doorway, he glanced back at Joo-won.
“Get in here.”
Joo-won, still leaning against the wall, looked at him with dazed, unfocused eyes.
“You’re dying to spread your legs, right? I’ll fuck you all you want, so get in.”
The crude words that spilled from his mouth didn’t even register properly in Go Hoon’s brain. Frozen in place, watching the entire scene unfold, no one seemed to remember he was even there.
“I fucking love it when you drop the act and show me your real self like that.”
Joo-won giggled like a kid. Jung-yoon’s unfeeling gaze swept over him. Joo-won straightened himself and stumbled after him into the bedroom.
Clack. The bedroom door shut behind them. The storm passed, and a heavy silence blanketed the living room. Go Hoon remained frozen, still staring blankly at the closed door.
It felt like a massive stone had been dropped into his once-calm life. The shock slammed into him just like the morning he’d woken up to find himself turned into a cat.
It took Go Hoon quite a while to finally pull himself together. Even then, he wasn’t fully grounded—his mind still foggy, floating.
Blinking dumbly, he moved in slow motion and crawled into his little hiding cube. He stared at a dark corner, trying to calm himself.
Bae Jung-yoon kissed a man. And not just that—they went into the bedroom together. He didn’t need to see what came next to know what was happening behind that door.
So… are they dating? Judging by the vibe, it didn’t feel like that. The air between them was too strange to call it love. And yet, it also seemed like this wasn’t anything new to them. Which left only one likely conclusion.
Sex partners.
Images from just a few days ago flashed through his head—him watching porn featuring a voluptuous woman and jerking off. He’d assumed he was straight. But… was he gay? Or bi? And what about the vet clinic nurse? He thought Bae Jung-yoon was interested in her. Was that just his imagination?
Everything was confusing. He didn’t know what side of Bae Jung-yoon was the real one. It felt like he’d accidentally stumbled across one of his secrets.
Everyone has a hidden side. No one in the world acts the same way at home as they do in public.
The moment we step out of our homes, we put on a “persona”—an external face to conform to society’s rules and expectations.
That’s not a bad thing. In fact, it’s completely natural. There’s even a saying: You can read ten fathoms into the sea, but not one into a man’s heart.
Still, Bae Jung-yoon’s hidden side had hit Go Hoon hard. Maybe it was because Jung-yoon always seemed flawless on the surface.
Was this okay? He didn’t want to get tangled up in someone else’s life like this, but something about Bae Jung-yoon kept pulling him in, little by little.
Despite his unsettled thoughts, his ears instinctively perked up at every small sound from the bedroom. And soon enough, the moans began—light and breathy, seeping through the closed door.
Go Hoon pressed both front paws against his ears. ‘Ahhh, I hear nothing. The mountain is a mountain, the water is water.’ Like he was meditating, he tried to calm his mind and clear his thoughts, but there was no blocking out those unmistakable sounds.
All throughout the night, the moans of a man deep in heat slipped through the gap beneath the bedroom door. The breathy, high-pitched whimpers drilled straight into his ears.
“Haah… Bae… Jung-yoon… Ah…!”
‘God, he’s loving it. Absolutely loving it.’ He never would’ve guessed, but apparently Bae Jung-yoon had a pretty rough sex style. It must’ve been intense—Choi Joo-won’s moans were bordering on screams.
Then curiosity struck. ‘Wait… how do two guys even do it? I mean, something has to go in somewhere, right…?’
No way. Could that really… fit in there? It didn’t look like something even a woman could take easily, let alone—He furrowed his brow, deep in serious contemplation, before shaking his head hard. ‘What the hell am I thinking right now? Just drop it. Move on.’
At least his body wasn’t reacting. That was a small mercy. Getting turned on from eavesdropping on someone else’s moans? Could there be anything sleazier? To Go Hoon, Choi Joo-won’s sweet moans were nothing short of auditory assault.
At first, he’d been too stunned to think straight. But as time went on, his thoughts slowly started to normalize.
‘Yeah. Bae Jung-yoon’s just a person. Just human like anyone else. People have all kinds of preferences. Sexual orientation varies too. Whether he’s gay, bi, or straight—it’s none of my business. He’s not hurting anyone, and he’s not hurting me.’
Even if he turned back into a human someday, it wasn’t something that’d cause problems as long as he kept his mouth shut.
With his mind finally sorted out, Go Hoon let out a long yawn and flopped onto his side. He turned his head to check the time. 5 AM. Damn, guess it really did mess me up. It had taken him a full seven hours just to mentally recover.
Only then did he notice the absolute silence coming from the bedroom. A deathly quiet now lingered beyond that door. Most likely, the two of them had exhausted themselves and fallen asleep after enjoying themselves to the fullest.
Good for them. Meanwhile, he hadn’t been able to sleep a wink because of the noise all night.
Come to think of it, this was the first time he and Bae Jung-yoon had slept separately during a full night, not just a nap. His body felt heavy with fatigue. He was sure there were dark circles forming under his eyes.
The pitch-black sky had slowly started to shift blue. Dim morning light filtered in through the window. Go Hoon silently watched the brightening living room for a while before closing his eyes.
Clack—
Who knew how much time passed. Without warning, the bedroom door opened. The sound made Go Hoon’s ears twitch, his eyes fluttering open. Bae Jung-yoon emerged, half-dressed, into the living room. Wearing only a pair of sweatpants, he slowly turned his head from side to side, as if looking for something.
There was something different about Bae Jung-yoon now. That always-neat, composed image of his was completely gone—his whole demeanor was loose, undone. It looked like the aftermath of last night’s sex still hadn’t fully worn off, yet he also seemed strangely refreshed. ‘Well, after not having sex for a while, that’s to be expected.’
Even at a glance, his neck was a mess of red marks. ‘Wow, he really stamped him up like property,’ Go Hoon thought, clicking his tongue internally. He buried his head deeper into the blanket—he didn’t really want to see him right now.
As Bae Jung-yoon scanned the room, his gaze soon landed on Go Hoon curled up inside the hideaway cube.
“Kkongddeok…”
The low voice calling his name quickly faded out. Maybe he thought Go Hoon was asleep—his footsteps quieted as he headed for the kitchen.
Go Hoon’s ears twitched, tracking the soft sounds of Jung-yoon moving cautiously. He took a sip of water from the dispenser, then quietly stepped into the bathroom. Only after hearing the wooden door shut did Go Hoon finally open his eyes.
‘Ugh… I really don’t want to move today.’ He decided he’d just sleep it off. Shifting around, Go Hoon wriggled into the perfect sleeping position, one best suited for deep rest.
A few more minutes passed. Then Choi Joo-won emerged from the bedroom in nothing but his underwear, stepping into the living room.
