‘He’s an app developer, actually the CEO. His app became a huge success, and he made a lot of money. He’s good-looking and seems to have a decent personality. So, are you interested?’
The information from his friend was sparse for someone setting up a blind date. Not even a photo. When Seong-hyeon asked how they knew each other, the friend said it was through mutual acquaintances, which wasn’t very reassuring.
Normally, Seong-hyeon would have scoffed and demanded a photo first. But he agreed, thinking that meeting someone new might distract him from his emptiness and anxiety. With only vague information, he headed to a café in Seoul to meet his blind date.
<I’m already here. Take your time.>
“Damn it. Of all days, traffic had to be bad today.”
Seong-hyeon checked the message sent 10 minutes earlier and hurried his pace. He had borrowed his sister’s car to avoid looking cheap by using public transportation, but he had forgotten it was the weekend. The traffic was terrible, and finding parking was a nightmare.
At least his date seemed understanding. The message, though lacking emojis, conveyed a sense of calm and politeness. It felt a bit formal for a woman, almost like a man had sent it. With that thought, Seong-hyeon pushed open the café door.
And then he froze.
“……What the.”
Yoon Seong-hyeon muttered absentmindedly, only realizing he had spoken aloud because of how eerily silent the café was.
There were no customers.
The entire space, resembling an abandoned drama set with the lights turned off, made him instinctively glance around.
Was this not the place? Had he gotten the location wrong? But he had double-checked both the café name and the address before entering.
Was this place infamous for serving absolutely disgusting drinks or something?
Seong-hyeon frowned slightly and stepped inside anyway. There might be someone seated further in, out of his line of sight. He figured he’d check before deciding to leave. With that thought, he walked in deeper.
Then, he spotted the back of someone’s head, facing away from him.
“……”
For some reason, the moment he saw that silhouette, Seong-hyeon froze.
It felt familiar. And yet, at the same time, an inexplicable tension gripped his chest, making his heart pound violently.
He needed to go. He needed to check if this person was the one he was supposed to meet.
Run.
Conflicting thoughts tangled in his mind—one telling him to approach, the other screaming at him to leave.
But in the end, his hesitant steps carried him forward, toward the person whose head was barely visible.
Step. Step. Step.
“Excuse me, are you by any chance……”
Seong-hyeon barely started speaking before he completely froze.
The person turned at the sound of his voice.
A man.
Dark eyes that matched the sharp, slightly upturned corners of his gaze. Lips curled into a faint, unreadable expression, neither a smile nor a smirk. His entire presence exuded a cold, controlled energy.
He was the kind of man whose face you’d expect to see on television.
And for a moment, Seong-hyeon just stared, his mind going blank.
That same, inexplicable sense of familiarity struck him even harder, the pounding in his chest intensifying.
Like excitement.
Or fear.
“Seong-hyeon-ssi? I’m glad you made it. Please, have a seat.”
The man greeted him with a slight smile, breaking Seong-hyeon out of his daze.
No, wait. Something was very wrong here.
What the hell was a guy doing here?
“Uh, I think there’s been some kind of mistake.”
“A mistake?”
“Yes. I came here today expecting a blind date, but…… hold on a second.”
Cursing his old classmate in his head for setting him up with a man, Seong-hyeon pulled out his phone to confirm what the hell was going on.
But the moment he lifted his phone, he flinched.
Instead of his contact list, a message notification from an app had popped up.
His eyes scanned the text, his pupils briefly unfocused before sharpening again.
“……”
The man observed Seong-hyeon’s reaction in silence before finally speaking.
“Is there a problem, Yoon Seong-hyeon-ssi?”
Yoon Seong-hyeon lifted his head, tearing his gaze away from the phone screen. As he met the eyes of the man sitting across from him, who was smiling gently, Seong-hyeon’s lips naturally curved into a smile as well.
“No. There’s no problem at all.”
He quietly took a seat across from the man.
“I was late, wasn’t I? I’m sorry. The traffic was terrible…”
“Ah, it’s the weekend. It’s fine. You weren’t that late, anyway.”
He has a nice personality. Seong-hyeon found himself naturally growing fond of his blind date. A quick glance told him that the man’s face was also to his liking. His eyes flickered toward the other’s lips, the sharp shape of his mouth drawing his attention. Without thinking, Seong-hyeon licked his own lips.
Strangely enough, he felt an overwhelming urge to devour those lips, to taste them with his own tongue. Was he this sexually frustrated lately?
“Shall we start with introductions, then?”
The man’s voice brought him back to reality.
“Ah, I’m Yoon Seong-hyeon. I work at…”
He gave a brief introduction—where he worked, what he did. The man nodded warmly in response before reaching into his wallet and pulling out a business card, handing it over to Seong-hyeon.
Seong-hyeon tilted his head as he accepted it. Upon closer inspection, there was neither a company name nor even the man’s name written on it.
Why the hell did he hand me something so half-assed?
“What does it say there?”
…The fuck? Is he messing with me? There’s nothing—
“Huh?”
Seong-hyeon, who had been frowning deeply, blinked.
The small card that had been completely blank when he first received it… now had faint traces of letters appearing on its surface.
Narrowing his eyes, he strained to make out the incomplete letters.
“You can read it however you want, Seong-hyeon-ssi.”
The man’s voice, soothing and gentle, brushed against his ears.
However I want to read it…
As he unconsciously repeated the words under his breath, the letters on the card sharpened, becoming clearer.
“…Jin.”
The moment he voiced the name aloud, the text fully solidified on the card.
Seong-hyeon murmured the name that had suddenly materialized before him once more.
“Kwon Ha-jin.”
Something felt off.
All he had done was say his blind date’s name. And yet, his whole body erupted in goosebumps.
A strange sensation wrapped around him, as if he were slowly sinking into an endless abyss, his breath gradually being stolen away.
His fingers trembled slightly as they held onto the card.
Is there no way out of this?
A thought with no clear meaning drifted through his mind. He didn’t want to be swallowed by that voice, by that presence.
So, once again, he whispered the name of the man before him.
“Kwon… Ha-jin…”
“You remembered me again.”
The man responded with an enigmatic remark.
Again?
Seong-hyeon, puzzled, studied the man’s face.
The moment their eyes met, the man smiled—like a shy, bashful boy.
There was a stark contrast between his cool, distant aura and the way his gaze practically dripped with sweetness whenever it landed on Seong-hyeon.
And yet, despite that intensity, Ha-jin was smiling like an awkward boy.
Seong-hyeon found himself unable to look away.
“Seong-hyeon-ssi, your voice is really beautiful.”
At Ha-jin’s unexpected compliment, Seong-hyeon felt a bit flustered.
A grown man, long past his prime for being called pretty, receiving such praise—it was strange. It felt overly saccharine, like a man offering a stale, cloying line to another man.
“Thanks to that, your voice makes my name sound beautiful too.”
“I mean… well…”
It was the first time someone had ever complimented his voice like that.
…Or was it the first time?
“Why is Seong-hyeon’s crying voice so damn pretty?”
A languid, drawling voice. The burning heat pounding into him from below.
The memory surfaced so suddenly that his body instinctively flinched.
Hurriedly, he forced words out of his mouth.
“Uh, I think it’s just that your name is nice, so it naturally sounds pretty when spoken.”
It was a casual remark. A simple nicety. You complimented me, so I’ll return the favor. That was all it was meant to be.
And yet, Ha-jin’s expression shifted.
For a fleeting moment, he looked… surprised. Then, just as quickly, his lips curled into a smile again.
His face—somehow both tender and teasing—made something ticklish stir in Seong-hyeon’s chest.
Flustered, he coughed lightly and averted his gaze.
“……This is nice. If only it had been like this from the beginning…”
Ha-jin’s muttered words never reached Seong-hyeon’s burning ears, dissipating into the air.
With a faintly bitter smile, Ha-jin seemed lost in thought for a moment before turning back to him.
“Ah. Seong-hyeon-ssi, you should order something to drink. Would an iced vanilla latte be alright? With extra syrup?”
“Oh? Yeah, that’s perfect.”
Seong-hyeon nodded, both surprised and pleased that Ha-jin knew his exact coffee preference.
Ha-jin merely turned his head slightly toward the counter, and in the next instant, someone—whom Seong-hyeon hadn’t even realized was there—appeared with a tray in hand.
He hadn’t heard Ha-jin place an order. But just like that, a cup emitting the sweet scent of vanilla was placed before him.
Taking a sip, his eyes widened in delight.
It was incredibly good.
Watching him, Ha-jin smiled.
“I heard the vanilla latte here is delicious. I thought you’d like it.”
“Thank you. It’s seriously amazing.”
Slurp.
He took a few more eager sips, the sound barely muffled, his eyes lighting up like an excited child’s.
Ha-jin gazed at him with an affectionate, almost fond expression before asking,
“Seong-hyeon-ssi, what do you usually do on your days off?”
It was a typical question for a blind date. Without thinking much of it, Seong-hyeon answered honestly.
“I just… stay home, mostly.”
Ah. That sounded way too blunt.
Realizing his response was a little too curt, he quickly added,
“These days, my hobby is masturbating my ass.”
It was the first time he had ever shared that detail with anyone. But somehow, it didn’t feel strange at all. Because in front of Ha-jin—before this man—he had to be completely honest.
“I see.”
Kwon Ha-jin nodded, intrigued by Yoon Seong-hyeon’s hobby, and asked another question.
“Do you enjoy anal stimulation?”
“Of course, I do. I love the feeling when my hole stretches and gets pounded hard from the inside.”
Smiling, Seong-hyeon’s words made the man smile back.
“Then you must prefer a big dick to fuck you.”
“Yes, naturally.”
Although Seong-hyeon was currently using his fingers instead of a dick, there was no doubt that a man’s cock felt better. His hole, already accustomed to the sensation of a dick, would throb and clench multiple times a day, unsatisfied with just fingers. Because of this, yesterday, he considered using something other than his fingers to penetrate himself.
“Haah.”
Seong-hyeon sighed unconsciously, his eyebrows drooping. There was nothing at home to satisfy his aching hole. No matter how much he rubbed and teased it, the heat wouldn’t subside, driving him nearly mad. Thus, Seong-hyeon had no choice but to ask Ha-jin an important question.
“What’s your dick like, Ha-jin?”
He wondered about the dick of the man sitting across from him, his blind date. If things progressed between them, they would eventually have sex, so asking about his dick in advance wasn’t strange at all. Besides, he had already confessed that his new hobby was anal masturbation.
“Wouldn’t it be better to see for yourself? Since you’ll be the one using it.”
“Oh, should I?”
Seong-hyeon smiled at the man’s considerate suggestion. Hearing descriptions was one thing, but seeing it with his own eyes was another. Most men tended to exaggerate their size, after all.
In that regard, Seong-hyeon appreciated Ha-jin’s confidence in suggesting he check it out himself.
“Then, excuse me.”
Without hesitation, Seong-hyeon leaned down and crawled under the table. Positioning himself between the man’s legs, he naturally buried his face in his crotch. He inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar and arousing scent, then used his teeth to pull down the zipper.
Ziiip. As the tightly closed area opened, the man’s scent grew stronger. Feeling his mouth water, Seong-hyeon pressed his nose against the man’s underwear again. Through the thin briefs, he could feel the hot, throbbing flesh reacting to his touch. Using his teeth again, he pulled down the briefs. He was skilled at undressing a man using only his mouth.
Thud! The heavy, thick cock sprang out, making Seong-hyeon’s jaw drop. Even in its not fully erect state, the long, thick shaft was covered in prominent veins. Fuck, it’s huge. It’s a fucking monster cock.
Gulping, Seong-hyeon brought his face closer to Ha-jin’s cock, ready to lick it with his tongue. He suppressed the urge to take the thick head into his mouth, instead examining Ha-jin’s cock with his eyes. The length, shape, thickness, even the lewd color—everything was to his liking.
Haah. Seong-hyeon’s hot sigh seemed to make Ha-jin’s cock twitch in response. It stood a little taller, more erect, and Seong-hyeon gently rubbed the tip with his fingertip. He could feel the heat radiating from Ha-jin’s cock onto his palm. Mesmerized, Seong-hyeon realized his own hole was getting wet from the excitement of seeing Ha-jin’s cock.
Oh, fuck. I’m going crazy. Worried he might stain his pants, Seong-hyeon quickly covered Ha-jin’s front. He struggled to lay Ha-jin’s cock towards his right thigh and adjusted his pants. Although the bulge on Ha-jin’s right thigh was now more prominent, Seong-hyeon climbed out from under the table.
“I saw it clearly,” Seong-hyeon said to Ha-jin, his cheeks flushed with excitement. Ha-jin, resting his chin on his hand, asked with a soft smile,
“How was it?”
“It’s my type. The thickness and size, everything.”
“I’m glad to hear that. I’m happy my cock meets your preferences.”
Ha-jin’s genuine smile made Seong-hyeon’s heart race. It seemed Ha-jin was also pleased with him. Soon, that cock would be pounding his hole, a thrilling expectation that made Seong-hyeon’s hands and feet tremble with anticipation. He wanted to climb on top of Ha-jin right then and there.
Of course, he had no intention of doing so.
He couldn’t show his eagerness first. Seong-hyeon decided to maintain his pride. He wouldn’t make a move until Ha-jin asked him out first. Fortunately, he felt that day wasn’t far off.
“Shall we go for dinner after finishing our drinks? I’ve made a reservation at a nice restaurant nearby.”
The way Ha-jin looked at him was as sweet as if they were long-time lovers.
“Sounds good,” Seong-hyeon replied with a smile, unaware of the depth of his own feelings.
