“Enough. Not there.”
“Huh?”
“I said don’t touch down there.”
Even as the words left his mouth, heat crept up the back of Go Hoon’s neck. The same heat pooled behind his eyes. His eyes burned, and though he wanted to look away, a sharp instinct warned him not to.
To be honest, the whole situation made him feel awkward and exposed. He hated how his body reacted—how it flushed and responded to a single touch like his brain had relocated between his legs.
If his body was going to betray him like this, the least Bae Jung-yoon could do was show a little mercy. But of course, he didn’t. Jung-yoon didn’t back off. Instead, he tilted his head to the side, calm and unbothered.
“Hoon-ah, since you’re already in here, might as well wash up properly, right?”
The voice was soft, harmless on the surface—but Hoon knew better. Underneath that tone slithered a snake… or maybe a sly little fox.
He had to know. Bae Jung-yoon had to be fully aware of why this was making him uncomfortable. He knew, and yet he pretended not to, teasing him on purpose.
Hoon could see the mischief glinting in those jet-black eyes. Then, just like before, a hand crept toward his groin. Hoon grabbed it again—this time harder. His grip tightened so much around Jung-yoon’s forearm that the skin paled under the pressure.
“I said stop, Bae Jung-yoon.”
He growled. Jung-yoon stared at him, unwavering. The tension between them hung thick for a few seconds.
“Hoon-ah.”
Jung-yoon spoke again, voice slow and honeyed.
At the same time, his free hand moved—the one that had been resting on the edge of the tub. His palm slid up Hoon’s thigh, slick with suds. The movement was deliberate, intimate. Hoon’s grip on his arm only tightened.
His body wasn’t in great shape, making it harder to react. Should he just shove him away right now? Maybe even kick him in the chest? As he hesitated, Jung-yoon’s fingers pressed ever so subtly into the muscle of his thigh.
Jung-yoon’s gaze never wavered, never drifted. It stayed locked on Go Hoon alone. A slow smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he asked, in a perfectly even tone—
“Want me to jerk you off?”
Go Hoon’s mind went completely blank.
“…What?”
It felt like someone had just punched him in the back of the head.
Did he mishear that? What the hell did Bae Jung-yoon just say?
Hoon looked at him, eyes wide with confusion. He couldn’t even try to hide how rattled he was, his lips twitching in stunned disbelief. But Jung-yoon’s face remained calm, unbothered.
“I asked if you want me to do it for you. With my hand, Hoon-ah.”
Go Hoon couldn’t make sense of any of this. How could he say something like that in such a casual tone? Like it was no big deal?
And why now, of all times?
Maybe he noticed the dazed look in Hoon’s eyes, because Jung-yoon blinked slowly and added,
“You keep avoiding me. Isn’t it because you get turned on whenever I touch you?”
Hoon felt all the blood drain from his face.
It was one thing to realize it yourself—but hearing someone else say it out loud like that hit differently.
“You think I was avoiding you?”
Go Hoon forced a crooked smile, trying to laugh it off. Trying to deny it. But Jung-yoon wasn’t buying it.
“You were. Repeatedly, Hoon-ah.”
“……”
“You’re not seriously going to deny it, are you?”
The way he said it, like he already knew the truth, made it feel pointless to argue. And deep down, Hoon gave up on denying it. No matter what he said, Jung-yoon wouldn’t believe him.
Had he really been that obvious? Yeah… maybe he had. He’d definitely been hyper-aware of Jung-yoon’s touch. That wasn’t wrong.
Still. That didn’t make the question any less insane.
Jerk him off?
“Bae Jung-yoon… are you out of your mind?”
Hoon couldn’t find any other words. He genuinely thought Jung-yoon had lost it.
But instead of getting offended, Jung-yoon just smiled. His eyes curled playfully, and he shook his head with mock exasperation.
“Nope. I’m perfectly sane.”
There was a glimmer of pure amusement in those dark eyes watching him.
Go Hoon felt completely at a loss. But if he stayed silent now, Jung-yoon would absolutely take it as agreement. He was the type to twist things however he liked.
“Then why would you… even offer to do that?”
Hoon finally managed to speak, words halting like a rusty machine starting up. Jung-yoon let out a quiet hum, then answered with a gentle smile.
“Because we’re friends.”
He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Then, with a half-lazy tone, he added,
“Isn’t that what friends do sometimes? Help each other out with that kind of thing.”
“You seriously call that friendship?”
Who the hell grabs their friend’s dick and jerks them off like it’s totally normal? In what universe is that okay?
Go Hoon couldn’t process what Bae Jung-yoon had just said—it made absolutely no sense by any standard definition of friendship.
Am I just being old-fashioned?
Sure, he hadn’t exactly gone out of his way to maintain friendships, but he’d always thought he was living a fairly normal life. Now, that assumption was crumbling. All because Bae Jung-yoon was spouting insane bullshit with the most innocent face imaginable.
His head was spinning, but one thing was clear: their standards were worlds apart.
When Hoon looked at him with utter disbelief, Jung-yoon just blinked at him like he was the one being weird.
“What, not even once? When you were a kid?”
What kind of childhood did this guy have?
Was he some punk delinquent all through high school? What if all this calm and polite behavior now was just a cover?
Hoon narrowed his eyes, but Jung-yoon kept going.
“Whatever. Doesn’t matter.”
It does to me.
Why did he always get to make the call?
Hoon opened his mouth to argue, but Jung-yoon was already one step ahead.
“I told you I’d help, didn’t I? If you need anything, just ask me. Hoon-ah, there’s nothing to feel weird about. It’s normal to get hard when someone touches you.”
Just as Hoon let his guard down, Jung-yoon’s fingers slipped in from the other side—the one he wasn’t watching.
“Nngh….”
A low sound escaped Hoon’s throat as hot fingers wrapped around his cock. His whole body had already been on edge, hyper-aware of every touch. And now, direct contact only magnified that tension, flipping the switch instantly.
His cock began to stiffen on its own.
Hoon’s grip on Jung-yoon’s arm tightened even more. He only had one usable hand—Jung-yoon had two. He wasn’t sure how it had come to this, but somehow, he’d lost the upper hand completely.
“When was the last time you came?”
Jung-yoon’s voice echoed off the wet bathroom tiles.
Hoon clenched his jaw, glaring at the shameless face in front of him. That expression was maddeningly calm, like he wasn’t doing anything remotely inappropriate.
“Let go. Bae Jung-yoon.”
The words came out harsh, like they were bitten off—but Jung-yoon ignored them entirely.
“Your hand’s out of commission, so you probably haven’t jerked off in… what, a week?”
The hand wrapped around him slowly stroked up the shaft.
“Ha…”
Hoon’s abs tensed, and hot breath slipped from his lips.
“No? Judging by that reaction… longer than a week?”
Those pitch-black eyes watched him with unnerving focus.
That was it—Hoon couldn’t let this go any further. He shoved Jung-yoon off with everything he had and stood up.
He didn’t care that he was half-hard—he just needed out.
He rinsed off quickly and snatched a towel from the cabinet. The sharp sting from his injuries flared with every movement, but all he could think about was escaping this cramped space.
Even then, Bae Jung-yoon just sat there on the bathroom floor, watching.
Like a predator, fascinated by the way his prey squirmed in a corner.
Hoon fumbled for a bit, but finally managed to throw his clothes on.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear any of that. So don’t ever pull that shit again.”
His tone was icy as he grabbed the doorknob.
But before he could fully open the door, a pale hand shot out and slammed it shut. At the same time, he was pushed forward.
Jung-yoon blocked the exit with one hand and shoved the other deep into Hoon’s pants.
“Ngh, let go—!”
“Relax, Hoon-ah. I’ll make you feel good.”
Hot breath spilled against his ear.
Hoon pushed against him with everything he had—but the bastard was like a wall. No matter how hard he shoved, Jung-yoon didn’t budge an inch.
“Bae Jung-yoon, wait—”
“Shhh. Just enjoy it. It’s nothing serious.”
It’s not a bad thing.
That’s what his voice seemed to whisper as it grazed Hoon’s ear.
The hand slipped into his underwear and grabbed his cock again, this time tighter, stroking hard enough that the skin stretched with every motion.
“…Ah!”
Hoon’s body jolted. His head dropped, eyes falling downward on instinct.
At some point, his pants had slipped down. His cock stood fully erect, flushed and throbbing in Jung-yoon’s hand.
The fingers moved slowly, deliberately along the shaft. Then, with his thumb, Jung-yoon pressed and rubbed over the sensitive tip.
“Kh…!”
Hoon’s knees buckled, his strength draining.
Jung-yoon slid a thigh between his legs to catch him before he collapsed.
It kept him on his feet—but only physically. His pride shattered.
The pleasure was overwhelming, steamrolling any resistance.
As much as he hated to admit it, it felt incredible. He hadn’t had time for dating, let alone sex. When the urge built up, all he could do was take care of it himself.
Jung-yoon’s hand wasn’t that different from his own in size or shape. But the fact that it wasn’t his hand… that it belonged to someone else—made all the difference.
“Haa… haa…”
Jung-yoon worked him slowly but relentlessly.
Hoon’s back arched, his breath coming faster, louder.
Jung-yoon didn’t stop.
“Told you it’d feel good, didn’t I?”
His voice was a low whisper, lips brushing the shell of Hoon’s ear. Even that soft touch made his body jolt.
And then—he felt it.
Something hard, pressing against his ass.
It was Bae Jung-yoon’s cock.
