“You—do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused me?!”
“What kind of trouble, exactly? Be specific so I can understand.”
Maybe he thought that counted as courage. Even as his voice shrank with every word, Park Seon-jun still managed to raise his voice at Lee Han-seo with what little bravado he could muster. But by the end, his final words were barely a whisper.
Han-seo tilted his head slightly, his tone calm and collected as he responded, the look of irritation in his eyes unwavering.
“I heard everything. You’re the one who told the HQ team to ignore me. What did I ever do to deserve that? What the hell did I do…?!”
Talk about spinning the story. Sure, Han-seo had let it slip that Park Seon-jun could be brushed aside—but only if he started acting like he had some kind of pull through his connection to Han-seo or Park Woo-jun. That was the condition.
And yet here he was, rushing in like the victim, on the verge of tears, as if Han-seo had gone out of his way to destroy an innocent man. To someone unaware of the full context, it might actually look like Han-seo had crossed a line.
It was beyond ridiculous—downright baffling. If Han-seo had truly been out to get him, there’s no way it would’ve ended with just a mild warning.
Besides, if Park Seon-jun had even a shred of common sense, he should’ve known better than to act so high and mighty toward someone holding all the cards. So what gave him the nerve to barge in like this and even lash out at Woo-jun?
“Hey, Mr. Park Seon-jun.”
Seon-jun immediately shut up. His face, already scrunched up in frustration, froze.
“I’m not even going to bother explaining myself. So let’s not drag this out. You can either walk away now, quietly… or we keep talking and you end up turning in your resignation.”
“R-Resignation…?”
“I really hope you realize I’m letting you off easy here. Only because of Woo-jun.”
“…”
Whether it was pride or sheer embarrassment, Seon-jun’s face turned a furious shade of red. He looked like he might explode. Han-seo snorted and motioned toward the door with a flick of his chin.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Not leaving?”
The man bolted, practically tripping over himself. Bang! The door slammed shut.
Finally, Han-seo turned toward Park Woo-jun, who’d been standing behind him the whole time.
“Sorry. I know he’s your brother. I just… snapped.”
He blurted out the apology like he was spitting out a rap verse. But for some reason, Woo-jun was smiling.
“…What? Why are you smiling?”
“No reason. Just feels nice.”
“Huh?”
“It’s the first time someone’s taken my side when it’s just me and my brother.”
That… was not what he expected to hear. It hit hard, right in the chest.
Whether he knew it or not, Woo-jun kept talking, his voice light and almost cheerful.
“It’s kinda amazing. So this is what it feels like…”
What stung the most was that he wasn’t saying it to make anyone feel sorry for him. His face was bright, unclouded by any sadness. Still so innocent.
Han-seo didn’t know Woo-jun’s full story, and he didn’t want to offer some half-baked sympathy just to feel better about himself. So instead, he pushed down the emotions welling up and playfully pinched Woo-jun’s cheek. Even though it was sudden, Woo-jun didn’t flinch. In fact, he tilted his head down, making it easier to reach.
“Why the hell were you born as his brother? You should’ve been born into my family instead. As my little brother. Then I would’ve spoiled you rotten—bought you every toy you wanted, given you all the best snacks… and just told you you’re cute, over and over again.”
Half-joke, half-truth. Maybe they didn’t need to be actual siblings, but Han-seo had always thought—if only he’d met Woo-jun a little earlier. That thought lingered in the back of his mind.
Of course, for that to happen, Woo-jun would’ve had to awaken earlier, which probably meant even more pain for him. Maybe that would’ve made things worse. But still…
Still, Han-seo couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—life at the barren Center might’ve brought him more peace than the family he grew up with.
“Mm… no thanks.”
“Pft—what? No?”
“If I had to be your little brother, I’d rather just stay my brother’s.”
“Hey! Park Woo-jun!”
It was a shocking declaration—especially coming from someone who’d just cursed out his own brother. Han-seo, who prided himself on being the complete opposite of Seon-jun, was honestly rattled.
What the hell? Are you serious? What’s wrong with me?!
Flustered, he cupped Woo-jun’s cheeks in both hands and pulled his face close.
But instead of looking fazed, Woo-jun smirked, lips curling up playfully.
“Hehehe… I mean, come on. It’d be kinda weird to have sex with your own brother, right…?”
“…What?”
“Think about it, baby. What if I really was Lee Woo-jun—your actual little brother? Even then, would you still be able to spread your legs for me?”
“Y-Y-You—You crazy little—Wha—What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Han-seo was completely stunned. His face flushed bright red, unable to form a coherent response.
Meanwhile, Woo-jun casually peeled Han-seo’s hands from his cheeks and planted kiss after kiss on his lips.
And the most outrageous part?
Those sparkling eyes of his still looked completely innocent.
“So what if I think that way, baby? Isn’t that what really matters?”
“Wait—no, hold on. When I said I wished I were your younger brother, that’s not what I meant, okay? I mean…”
“Yes, yes. I understand perfectly, Han-seo hyung.”
“Ugh, hey! Don’t call me that!”
Normally, he’d joke about being the older one since his birthday came first, claiming he’d take responsibility for everything. But whenever Park Woo-jun pushed things a little further, all Han-seo could do was blush and fall silent.
Park Woo-jun found that shy contrast utterly adorable. Chuckling under his breath, he leaned in to kiss Han-seo’s pale cheek and slightly parted lips again. Each time their lips met, Lee Han-seo’s shoulders gave a startled shiver, like he’d been jolted by electricity.
“Didn’t you say if I were your little brother, all you’d do is tell me I’m pretty? Hm? Hyung. Were you lying?”
“W-wait a second, Woo-jun, Park Woo-jun! This is the visitation room, for God’s sake!”
“There’s still 20 minutes left. So what? Isn’t it okay for a younger brother to do this much?”
Han-seo blinked like he was glitching out and nearly collapsed into Woo-jun’s arms like a puppet with cut strings. Then, in the smallest, most pitiful voice, he mumbled like a sulking child, “There are cameras, you know…”
With his head buried in Park Woo-jun’s chest, the exposed nape of his neck was flushed pink and irresistibly tempting. Woo-jun pressed his lips gently to that delicate skin, and while Han-seo wasn’t looking, he silently manipulated the air to lock the door and tilt the security camera up toward the ceiling.
“Now, let’s see… This angle should keep us out of frame, right?”
Slowly guiding him backward toward the wall, Park Woo-jun moved in sync with Han-seo’s hesitant steps. Whether it was nervousness or embarrassment, Han-seo’s usual composure had vanished completely. Seeing him melt in his arms like this stirred something deep inside Woo-jun.
The teasing faded away. All he could think about now was unzipping his jeans—not his own, but Han-seo’s.
In the corner of the small visitation room, barely 10 to 13 square meters, Park Woo-jun knelt down and used his mouth to pull the zipper down. The soft rasp of metal echoed sharply between them.
Face burning red, Han-seo gripped a handful of Woo-jun’s hair—then let go. Woo-jun, enjoying the pull on his scalp, nuzzled against the soft bulge in Han-seo’s underwear and flicked his tongue playfully.
“C-can you not do that?”
“Do what?”
“…Keep calling me hyung like that.”
“But what else should I call my hyung?”
“And the formal speech, too…”
“Nope. Not dropping it, hyung.”
Flushed as red as an apple and panting, did he really think he could ask for anything in that state and get it? As Woo-jun rubbed his cheek slowly against the front of his underwear, the fabric began to tent and harden.
The truth was, Park Woo-jun didn’t just enjoy satisfying himself—he loved watching Lee Han-seo unravel under his touch.
Every time Han-seo cried out, every time he moaned his name with that aching mix of emotion and sensation, it made it clear: this wasn’t just about guiding anymore. This was something far more intimate. Something only lovers shared.
“Why’d you lie to your younger brother, hyung? You told me not to call you that, but look at this. Why is it standing at attention?”
He tugged down the waistband of Han-seo’s underwear, and the erect cock sprang free. Stroking it slowly, he teased, “Come on. Be honest. Who could stay calm when their lover’s rubbing his face against their cock?”
“Our hyung is so clever. You’ve got me.”
With that, Park Woo-jun took the half-erect shaft into his mouth. The sudden heat of it made Han-seo’s knees go weak, and all he could do was slump back against the wall.
