While the Espers were out in Zone P reinforcing the Defensive Barriers, Min Yu-hyun and Lee Jun-hyung came over to Kang Chi-yu’s place with their pets.
They always ended up meeting at Chi-yu’s house, since Catdog was still too afraid to step outside.
While the pets, happy to be reunited, tumbled around playing together, Chi-yu, Yu-hyun, and Jun-hyung sat back on the living room sofa, sipping tea in comfort.
“So you actually put on the shirt and jacket?”
Jun-hyung burst out laughing as he asked.
Chi-yu nodded, slurping his favorite strawberry juice through a straw.
“He loved it. Honestly, I think that might be Tae-oh’s fetish.”
“Ohh.”
“More than the special lingerie?”
At Yu-hyun’s question, Chi-yu nodded again.
“Yeah. He said he prefers nothing underneath.”
Jun-hyung let out a loud snort, and both Chi-yu and Yu-hyun turned their eyes on him at once.
“What about Beom Do-il?”
“You think Beom Do-il is some high-class gentleman or something?”
When they pressed him together, Jun-hyung faltered.
“Do-il’s not really….”
He tried to laugh it off, but then something came to mind. The smile vanished from his face in an instant.
“Not really?”
Yu-hyun, sharp-eyed, caught that change immediately and leaned in.
Jun-hyung bit his lip, then finally sighed and confessed.
“I swear, he must’ve been a dog in his past life.”
“Huh?”
“Pfft.”
“He sniffs. A lot. Not just a quick sniff either—he follows me around, flaring his nostrils like….”
“Pfft.”
“Pwahaha!”
Yu-hyun doubled over, clutching his stomach, and even Chi-yu, who had tried to hold it back, broke into laughter.
“Sniffing my hair or my neck is fine, but my armpits? My ass—”
“Pfft!”
“HAHAHAHA!”
The moment he mentioned his ass, both of them completely lost it.
Jun-hyung’s cheeks flushed bright red as the reluctant confession spilled out.
“This is insane. Beom Do-il’s a total pervert!” Yu-hyun shouted, still holding his stomach.
“What about Yoon Do-jae then?”
At that, the laughter froze on Yu-hyun’s face.
“Wait… Yoon Do-jae has an fetish too?”
Chi-yu asked, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity.
Yu-hyun stared at his teacup for a long moment, then finally looked up at them.
“Do your Espers ever get turned on every time you Guide them?”
“Huh?”
“Uh….”
Yu-hyun frowned, troubled.
“Do-jae doesn’t normally come on to me. Honestly, sometimes I’m the one clinging to him—he’s really mild when it comes to that. But the second we start Guiding, even just basic Stage 2 Contact Guiding, just holding hands—he gets aroused.”
“Maybe it’s just because your Guiding’s that good?”
Jun-hyung asked, but Yu-hyun shook his head quickly.
“No, it doesn’t feel like that. It’s not some light, playful thing—it’s like Guiding itself is his fetish. He completely changes the moment it starts. You guys have Guided him before, right? Didn’t you notice anything?”
Jun-hyung shook his head, glancing at Chi-yu.
Yu-hyun also turned to look at him, but Chi-yu frowned and shook his head.
“Not at all. It’s only because it’s you. If he reacted like that with every Guide, people would’ve called him a pervert ages ago.”
“Exactly. Do-jae’s known for being so gentlemanly that Guiding with him was easy.”
“But really—every single time? He always gets turned on when you Guide him?”
Chi-yu asked, and Jun-hyung’s curious gaze followed.
“Just from holding hands?”
“It’s bad. If it happened once or twice, whatever—but it’s every time. I really realized it was strange when…”
Yu-hyun trailed off.
Jun-hyung nudged him with a grin.
“Come on, just say it. Chi-yu already admitted Tae-oh gets turned on when he puts on his clothes.”
“And I already told you about the lingerie show.”
The two egged him on, and Yu-hyun finally let out a resigned sigh.
“He kept trying to jump me during Guiding, so one day I thought I’d wear him out first. It was a holiday, so we spent the whole day tangled up in bed. But after dinner, when we finally Guided, he still got aroused again.”
At that, Chi-yu and Jun-hyung let out impressed exclamations and burst into laughter.
Yu-hyun rubbed his eyebrow awkwardly, unable to take back what he’d already said.
“Honestly, it’s every single time. Sometimes I just can’t bring myself to do it, so I end up leaving Radiant Guiding on all week instead.”
“Pwahaha! Even Radiant Guiding?”
Jun-hyung nearly fell over laughing.
“I get it, though.”
Chi-yu said with a chuckle.
Jun-hyung suddenly stopped laughing and looked at him. Yu-hyun’s curious gaze followed.
Startled by their stares, Chi-yu quickly added,
“It’s just… Tae-oh makes me stop Guiding a lot too….”
“Yeah, that sounds like him,” Jun-hyung said, and Yu-hyun nodded.
“Totally. Hyun Tae-oh doesn’t have much patience.”
“Anyway, since Do-jae gets aroused every single time, I can’t help but think that must really be his fetish.”
Chi-yu and Jun-hyung both nodded.
“Yeah, sounds like it.”
“Definitely.”
Yu-hyun shrugged.
“So then Hyun Tae-oh’s got a clothes fetish, Beom Do-il has a smell fetish, and Yoon Do-jae has a Guiding fetish?”
Jun-hyung sipped his tea.
Chi-yu muttered into his straw, “Maybe so.”
Yu-hyun snorted, and the three of them broke into quiet laughter.
***
“What fetish?”
Tae-oh, slipping off his uniform jacket, glanced at Chi-yu.
“Your clothes fetish.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Getting turned on when someone wears your clothes.”
“Who the fuck wears my clothes?”
“Me.”
“Oh, you?”
At Chi-yu’s answer, Tae-oh’s scowl finally eased. Nodding, he finished pulling off his jacket.
“When you wear my clothes, I lose my mind.”
“See? That’s exactly what a fetish is.”
“My fetish is Kang Chi-yu.”
Turning fully to face him, Tae-oh’s eyes gleamed as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
Chi-yu instantly regretted following him into the dressing room.
He tried to slip out, but Tae-oh’s long arm pressed the door shut and pinned him from behind.
“See? Just being near you makes me hard.”
From behind, Tae-oh started grinding against him shamelessly.
Because of their height difference, the pressure landed squarely against Chi-yu’s lower back.
Chi-yu let out a long sigh, turned his head, and muttered,
“Exactly. Why does it get hard all the damn time…”
But before he could finish, Tae-oh’s lips crashed down on his.
At the same time, Tae-oh’s hand slid under his shirt, kneading his chest.
In that moment, Chi-yu realized—Tae-oh’s Fetish wasn’t just about him wearing Tae-oh’s clothes.
