For some reason, Myung Jun-su was late today. Tae-oh was off duty and waiting, and Chi-yu just wanted to get this over with quickly. But Myung Jun-su wasn’t answering his phone, nor had he shown up at the lab.
With help from a research assistant, Chi-yu had magnets strapped to his arm—devices meant to stimulate his energy flow before extraction.
He waited like that for quite a while before Myung Jun-su finally arrived. And trailing behind him was… a massive growth.
That growth was none other than Hyun Tae-oh.
The moment Chi-yu saw him, his eyes widened. Myung Jun-su only shook his head at him, looking resigned.
Without a word, Tae-oh strode in with heavy, purposeful steps. He immediately began peeling the magnetic stickers from Chi-yu’s arm—the very ones set up for energy extraction.
He’s angry.
Chi-yu looked at him nervously, but Tae-oh wouldn’t meet his eyes.
As he watched Tae-oh toss each sticker carelessly to the floor, Myung Jun-su tried to explain.
“This doesn’t hurt at all. There’s no damage to the body. It just helps circulate energy more freely—it doesn’t damage anything.”
But Tae-oh didn’t seem to hear him at all. He focused only on stripping every last sticker from Chi-yu’s arm.
Once he’d finished, he slid both hands beneath Chi-yu’s arms and lifted him to his feet.
“Let’s go.”
That low, husky voice reverberated in Chi-yu’s ears.
Chi-yu glanced back at Myung Jun-su, who gave a small nod, urging him to leave.
An instant later, Tae-oh wrapped an arm around his waist and teleported them away.
Back home, Tae-oh headed straight into the dressing room.
Chi-yu stood in the middle of the living room, trying to process what had just happened. His thoughts were cut short when Tae-oh reemerged in casual clothes and asked if he wasn’t going to change too.
As Chi-yu walked past him into the dressing room, he fully expected Tae-oh to follow. Instead, Tae-oh left him alone.
Even while changing, his head spun with questions. How did he even know? Why isn’t he scolding me?
When he came back out, Tae-oh was busy giving treats to Catdog and Hayang.
Chi-yu slowly crossed the room and sat down beside him on the sofa, awkwardly petting Hayang’s back.
Still, Tae-oh didn’t say a word.
If he’s going to scold me, I wish he’d just do it already. If he wants to ask me something, I wish he’d just ask. This silence is unbearable.
Unable to take it anymore, Chi-yu spoke first.
“Tae-oh.”
Tae-oh turned to him. His gaze carried no anger, no hostility.
Chi-yu hesitated, lips parting and closing without knowing what to say.
Then Tae-oh’s thumb brushed gently across them.
And in a low voice, he asked,
“Did it hurt?”
He didn’t ask why.
Chi-yu nodded.
For some reason, his chest tightened, and he felt like crying.
“You said the last time you were sick… it was because of that, wasn’t it?”
“…Yeah.”
“And yet you were about to do it again.”
Tae-oh muttered as if speaking to himself, then looked him in the eye.
“So tell me—does that mean my lover’s fearless? Or does he just love me too much?”
“…Probably the second one…?”
Chi-yu forced a smile.
With a faint smirk, Tae-oh tugged him closer by the neck and rubbed his lips against his forehead.
“Are you mad I lied…?” Chi-yu asked carefully.
Tae-oh shook his head.
“How could I be angry when my lover is willing to endure pain for my sake?”
“……”
“It makes me fucking happy… but at the same time, it makes me fucking sad.”
“Why sad?”
“Because I’m the one making you hurt.”
“That’s not true. It’s not like that.”
“Maybe so. But it still tears me up. So… can you stop? Please?”
“……”
“Even if I drag you back like this, you’ll sneak off again the moment you decide to. If Professor Myung Jun-su mentions me and asks you to do something, you’ll go along with it. You’ll do anything, just to make things easier for me.”
“……”
“And I can’t stand that, Chi-yu. I hate it.”
He brushed back Chi-yu’s bangs with gentle fingers as he went on,
“If I risked my neck for you, reckless and stupid, you’d hate it too. You’d be upset. Wouldn’t you?”
“…I wouldn’t go that far…”
“Yes, you would. If it came to that, you would. And so would I.”
“……”
“So let’s not do that to each other.”
Tae-oh leaned in and pressed his lips firmly to Chi-yu’s.
The gentle kiss warmed him inside.
So Chi-yu asked,
“…Then you won’t do it either, right?”
Tae-oh paused briefly, then gave a small nod.
“Yeah.”
It was the look he wore whenever he lied.
But Chi-yu let it pass.
Tae-oh never knows when to stop. If he goes down, then I go down too—that’s enough to remind him. So I’ll pretend I didn’t notice this lie.
After all, he’d lied too.
“Okay. I won’t do it anymore.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
The moment Chi-yu nodded, Tae-oh’s lips crashed down on his.
The kiss was forceful, yet soft and tender.
Their mouths pressed together firmly, then parted just enough for his tongue to slide teasingly along Chi-yu’s lips.
Out of habit, Chi-yu parted them, expecting Tae-oh’s tongue. Instead, his lower lip was caught between teeth.
With a wet suck, Tae-oh tugged on it, then licked it over.
Like savoring candy, he nibbled and sucked at Chi-yu’s lip until a tingling heat coiled in his stomach.
One large hand cradled the back of his neck, stroking softly as Tae-oh bit down harder, sucking until obscene, wet sounds filled the air.
Chi-yu’s lips were slick with saliva.
At some point, he found himself half-reclined against the sofa, Tae-oh’s hand sliding beneath his T-shirt.
The tongue that had tormented his lips now grazed against his teeth.
When Tae-oh’s hand closed over his chest and his body burned hotter, Chi-yu found himself craving his tongue—deep inside, filling his mouth, stirring him until he couldn’t think.
So he reached out first, tangling his tongue with Tae-oh’s.
The tongue that had been busy smearing spit across his lips was caught and dragged in deep.
And once inside, it gave him exactly what he wanted.
Like a fish in water, Tae-oh’s tongue explored every inch—stroking the tender flesh of his cheek, scraping along his palate, rubbing against his tongue until it trembled.
Tilting his head, Tae-oh thrust deeper, sliding his tongue in and out in a rhythm that felt indecently like sex.
The overwhelming pleasure consumed Chi-yu’s mind and body whole.
Pre-cum spilled from his rock-hard cock, soaking his underwear even without his hand touching it.
The hand kneading his chest slipped lower.
In one motion, that large palm slid into his pants and briefs, wrapping firmly around his soaked, rigid shaft.
A breathless moan tore from Chi-yu’s throat, and Tae-oh angled his head, plunging his tongue even deeper before pulling back again.
Chi-yu clutched Tae-oh’s arm like a lifeline, gasping raggedly.
By then, Tae-oh had shoved down his pants and briefs, stroking his throbbing cock from base to tip.
