“Since when have you been out here?”
He’s not the type to act on impulse. Was this why he’d been so pushy? Lee Han-seo thought to himself as he saw Park Woo-jun appear just a few steps ahead. Woo-jun didn’t answer—just walked over and silently stood next to him.
“I asked when you got here,” Han-seo pressed again, this time with a hint of irritation.
“…It’s been a while.”
His voice was flat, emotionless, like cold droplets dripping off metal. But when Han-seo asked if he’d eaten, Woo-jun actually responded.
“No. I haven’t.”
That somehow made it even more frustrating. The silence between them was suffocating. Since the day they first met, had they ever felt this awkward around each other?
Han-seo kept his eyes fixed on the ground and walked without a word. Not a single exchange between them. The sight of Woo-jun’s bare feet in slippers gnawed at him for no real reason. He wasn’t cold—he was an Esper, after all—but just looking at him made Han-seo feel chilled to the bone.
“Mi…”
“……”
“I want minari samgyeopsal.”
“…Right now?”
What the hell was that? Minari samgyeopsal? Am I out of my mind? Han-seo jerked his head around and smacked his lips in frustration. He’d meant to say something like Sorry for earlier. But seriously, you’ve been way too much lately. He wanted to apologize, but the words wouldn’t come out. So instead, he blurted out a random craving.
And yet, when Woo-jun’s eyes widened just a bit—expression still blank—it felt like seeing the man Han-seo had missed so damn much. Of course it did. He was still the same person.
Realizing that only made him feel worse. The two of them walked back to their dorm in a heavy, awkward silence, the kind that left no room for anything natural.
With his usual temper, Woo-jun probably would’ve lashed out by now—Why didn’t you come back right after the council meeting? Why were you chatting with someone else? But even he stayed quiet this time, maybe still stewing over their earlier argument.
Han-seo kept stealing glances at him. Trying to read his mood was exhausting—it just wasn’t something he was used to. Was he mad? Just blanking out? What the hell was going on in that head of his? What was he feeling? God, if only someone could just hand him the answer.
When does Hye-soo noona’s prosecutor assignment end again…? He even started wondering if he should call up a psychic-type Esper just to get a read on this guy.
Woo-jun stepped into the dorm without a word. Han-seo dropped to one knee, pretending to mess with his sneakers—shoes that didn’t even have laces—just to stall for time. He was going to wait until Woo-jun disappeared into the bathroom or his room before going in himself.
But then, a voice came from above him.
“I’ve got a mission soon. Thought you should know.”
The topic hit like a curveball. Han-seo immediately forgot to look away, jerking his head up and fumbling for his phone and the pager wrapped around his wrist. Nothing. Not a single notification. Ever since they’d started going into dungeons together, he always got an alert too.
“When? Why didn’t I get anything?”
“It’s S-Class. You’re excluded. Assembly’s in two hours.”
“…Oh.”
He was still barely managing A-Class assignments—S-Class was out of his league for now. But I should… I should at least give him some Guiding, right? Han-seo stood up hesitantly, dragging his feet over the threshold. His steps were slow, uncertain.
But Woo-jun had already figured him out.
“It’s fine. I’ll just use an amplifier. Don’t bother.”
It was only now that Han-seo realized just how cold a sigh could sound. He rushed over, grabbed Woo-jun’s sleeve, and held on tight. Woo-jun hated using amplifiers. If he went out like this and suffered the same side effects again…
“Hey, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for snapping earlier, so…”
His heart had already been hanging by a thread, and now it was unraveling. Han-seo swallowed hard and shouted before he could second-guess himself.
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
***
The world tilted violently—his vision swayed so hard it made him dizzy. One slip in focus and he was sure he’d puke. Han-seo tensed every muscle in his body, trying not to be pushed over by the force pounding into him from behind—but it was no use. His head kept bumping against the plush back of the sofa over and over again.
Woo-jun had answered his question—not with words, but with a rough, breathless kiss—and hadn’t said a single thing since. He was gripping Han-seo’s waist tight, fucking him with brute force that left no room for gentleness. And though Han-seo hadn’t said a word either, somehow Woo-jun’s silence felt more infuriating.
The sofa creaked with every hard thrust, groaning instead of Han-seo. The only sound in the dark living room was their ragged, uneven breathing. His ass stung from the relentless slaps of skin against skin, but he didn’t complain. He bit it back, knowing that saying anything would probably just trigger another argument.
He didn’t want to compare this version of Woo-jun to the one from before—but how could he not?
No matter how intense things got before, even when they were breathless with lust, Woo-jun had always whispered sweet things. Baby. You’re beautiful. I love you. I want you. He couldn’t stop showering Han-seo in soft kisses, like he wanted to mark every inch of his skin.
That’s why Han-seo had never once thought of it as just Guiding—never as a job, never as duty. It was always sex between two people in love.
“Ugh…”
“Relax.”
But this time… this wasn’t that. Thirty minutes in, and the first words he heard were relax. He didn’t want to admit it—but this wasn’t sex.
This was just a Guide doing his job. Nothing more.
When Lee Han-seo tightened around him, maybe a little too defiantly, it clearly didn’t sit well with Park Woo-jun. Without a word, Woo-jun let go of his waist and shoved his fingers past his lips, pushing them in hard between his teeth. Han-seo wanted to bite down—hard enough to draw blood—but with Woo-jun pressing down on his tongue and ruthlessly messing up the inside of his mouth, even that was impossible.
“Hhk… hhiik…” Embarrassingly messy moans spilled out between gasps. Only then did Woo-jun let out a slow, satisfied sigh, his teeth grazing Han-seo’s shoulder in a sharp, animalistic gesture.
There were no sweet kisses. No I love you. And yet Han-seo’s body, out of sheer habit, responded just the same—flushed and burning. His own cock had hardened alongside the brutal one ramming into him, jerking helplessly with each thrust and rubbing against the fabric of the couch beneath him.
“Ah—! Hhhgh…!”
Stars exploded in front of his eyes as Woo-jun pulled all the way out to the tip, then slammed back in with one violent thrust. Han-seo’s body seized, trembling, as he instinctively clenched. Woo-jun froze, just for a moment.
The sudden warmth spreading inside him made his skin erupt in goosebumps.
Neither of them used condoms—not usually. They were each other’s first and only. And while part of it was for better Guiding efficiency, the truth was, no one had ever sat them down and explained otherwise. It had just become a habit.
“Haah… haah…”
“……”
“Wait, just—just give me a second, I need to catch my breath—ugh…”
But Woo-jun didn’t wait. He started moving again like nothing had happened, and Han-seo thought he might actually die. His elbows buckled beneath him, and his body collapsed onto the couch, ass raised like a dog in heat, helplessly taking it.
Every thrust jolted through him, making him feel the slow trickle of cum leaking out from inside, wet and sticky. His thighs were soaked. He hadn’t even been touched in front, but his own cock was already dripping, soft and spent.
And yet, the Guiding continued—steady, relentless, drawn out of him with every motion.
His vision shook. He couldn’t tell if he was miserable or happy. If this was love or hate. Everything felt jumbled and blurred. He gave up trying to figure it out and shut his eyes.
And when he did, the sensations hit him even harder. The rough grip squeezing and releasing his hips. The thick cock forcing its way deeper inside. It was all painfully, maddeningly familiar.
And with that came a strange sort of courage.
“Not like this. Ngh… I don’t want it like this.”
“……”
The words felt awkward coming out, but the man inside him was still Park Woo-jun. That hadn’t changed.
“I wanna see your face. I want to do it… looking at you.”
He didn’t get a reply, but Woo-jun’s hands moved fast, pulling him close and flipping him onto his back. Han-seo kept his eyes shut and, like a spoiled child, puckered his lips in demand.
“Why won’t you kiss me?”
Smooch. The kiss landed the moment the words left his mouth.
“If I fall asleep, don’t sneak off. Wake me up before you go. I won’t run. I won’t do anything stupid. Just… don’t do that. Okay?”
“……”
“Why aren’t you answering me?”
“…Okay. I will.”
Leading Park Woo-jun—no matter how awkward or clumsy he was—had always been Han-seo’s job.
And it was a role he had no intention of giving up. Not to anyone.
