“Why, Director?”
Just like the soft curve of his eyes, his voice was laced with amusement. Gwak Seung-hyeon clearly knew exactly what went through Seon-woo’s head whenever he smiled like that. As much as Seon-woo inwardly resented how easily he fell for such a shallow trick, it wasn’t enough to actually reject him. It was as if Seung-hyeon knew full well that Seon-woo had been moments away from kicking him out of the bathroom again—and also knew he was now wavering.
“Changed your mind now, haven’t you?”
His voice was calm and smooth. Despite the cheeky remark, the way he said it made it hard to feel like he was being teased. Seung-hyeon placed his free hand atop Seon-woo’s, which he was still holding by the wrist, and gently brushed the back of Seon-woo’s hand with his fingertips as he added,
“Let me wash you.”
Seon-woo shot him a disapproving look. He wasn’t injured—there was absolutely no need for someone to bathe him. And it wasn’t like Seung-hyeon was particularly fond of doing such things for others either. While it was obvious that bathing him wasn’t the only goal here, even so, his persistence was remarkably intense.
In the end, Gwak Seung-hyeon got exactly what he wanted. After wavering between impulse and reason, Seon-woo finally gave a silent Screw it, and nodded.
The moment he got the okay, Seung-hyeon immediately let go of Seon-woo’s hand. Straightening the body he had been slightly leaning forward with, he began unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt and rolled up the sleeves a couple of times. Then, like someone about to lift a child, he reached his arms under Seon-woo’s armpits—only to have Seon-woo slap the back of his hand, hard, in protest.
While Seung-hyeon recoiled, Seon-woo quickly sat up on his own and perched himself half-assedly on the edge of the tub, dipping only his feet and lower calves into the water. He could feel Seung-hyeon hesitate for a brief second. After all that bold talk about washing him, was he now chickening out when faced with the reality of actually touching his back? Seon-woo turned his head to glance back.
Their eyes met, and Seung-hyeon, as if nothing had happened, smiled nonchalantly and shifted his gaze to where the bath products were lined up. Seon-woo followed his line of sight and immediately figured out why Seung-hyeon hadn’t acted yet.
All of Gwanggong’s shampoo and body wash bottles were nearly identical, each packed in a matte black container. When Seon-woo first ended up in this body, he hadn’t known what was in which bottle until he pressed each one and tried them himself.
He could have just told him, but instead, Seon-woo silently watched him figure it out. After a moment of hesitation, Seung-hyeon pressed one of them and squeezed some into his hand. He rubbed it between his palms to lather it up—then gave a nod. Looked like he found the body wash. Whether he got lucky or just had good instincts, it was impressive how fast he figured out Gwanggong’s bathroom setup.
Seung-hyeon immediately reached his lathered hand toward Seon-woo’s back. The instant his hand made contact, Seon-woo’s body instinctively stiffened with tension. Seung-hyeon had to notice the tightness in his back muscles, but his hands didn’t hesitate as they smoothly spread the foam across Seon-woo’s skin.
His touch was far more clinical than expected. When Seon-woo heard the words Let me wash you, he naturally assumed there was something lewd behind it. But the hands on his back were… utterly matter-of-fact. They focused solely on the act of washing him—nothing more, nothing less. Maybe that’s why it felt disarming. Or maybe it was just the lack of any sensual intent that made his tension slowly melt away.
Seung-hyeon lathered up Seon-woo’s entire upper body with meticulous care. It felt even more satisfying than leaving himself in the hands of a professional bathhouse scrubber. The only issue was that this satisfaction, predictably, came with an unexpected side effect.
Every time Seung-hyeon’s hands swept across Seon-woo’s flat abdomen or casually skimmed over his nipples—utterly devoid of lust, purely clinical—a strange tingling crept up Seon-woo’s spine.
He clenched his teeth and tried mentally belting out the national anthem in a desperate attempt to distract himself, but it didn’t help. Seon-woo stole a glance down between his legs and let out a soft sigh of dismay. There was no hiding it. Despite the water, the outline of his slowly hardening cock was starting to show, and there was no way to cover it.
It wasn’t even like Gwak Seung-hyeon had tried to grope him under the guise of washing, nor had he sneakily touched any erogenous zones. All he did was soap him up, and yet Gwak Seon-woo was the one who shamelessly popped a boner. At this rate, it felt like he was the one having dirty thoughts, not Seung-hyeon.
Seon-woo remembered the sheer mortification he’d felt the first time Seung-hyeon had casually said, “You’re hard?” Just imagining a similar comment coming now made a fresh wave of embarrassment hit him like a flood.
But Seung-hyeon didn’t say a word. Though his hand had paused slightly after finishing the lathering—clearly realizing what was happening—he chose to remain silent. The fact that Seon-woo couldn’t even see his face because he was standing behind him only made him more anxious.
After a brief silence, Seung-hyeon wordlessly picked up the shower hose. He twisted the knob this way and that until water started flowing from the head, then adjusted the temperature by hand before rinsing Seon-woo’s upper body.
Despite himself, Seon-woo nearly let out another sigh of contentment. Seung-hyeon somehow nailed the perfect water temperature on the first try—it was almost eerie. Not even a salon stylist asking, “Is the water okay?” could get it this perfect. Trying to distract himself with such random thoughts to make his erection go down, he was caught completely off guard when Seung-hyeon suddenly spoke.
“Do you know what I was thinking outside the door?”
His voice was so quiet it almost got drowned out by the sound of the shower. Not that Seon-woo could’ve known anyway—and given his current state of mind, he replied gruffly.
“How would I know that?”
“Exactly.”
Seung-hyeon gave a short reply, then pressed the knob to turn off the water. Looking over Seon-woo’s freshly washed body, he calmly continued.
“If you had, you wouldn’t have let me in.”
There wasn’t a trace of humor in his tone. It didn’t even sound like a joke. After saying that, Seung-hyeon moved in again—this time pressing his body directly against Seon-woo’s back, unlike earlier when he had kept a respectable distance while washing him.
The first thing that crossed Seon-woo’s mind was the feel of the damp fabric clinging between them. Reflexively, he worried about Seung-hyeon’s clothes getting soaked and blurted it out.
“Your clothes are gonna get wet.”
Seung-hyeon didn’t bat an eye. Well, it made sense—anyone who barged into a bathroom in a dress shirt and slacks just to give someone a bath clearly wasn’t too concerned about getting wet. Still, accepting that and choosing to stay silent were two different things. Just as Seon-woo was about to open his mouth again to ask if he’d even heard him—
He froze.
Because pressing against his back… was a shape he recognized.
A shape he’d felt before.
So he pretended like nothing was happening.
There was no way he didn’t know what was pressing against Seon-woo through his pants. Just as Seon-woo clamped his mouth shut, Seung-hyeon finally spoke—belatedly.
“Focus.”
Then, lowering himself, he reached a hand between Seon-woo’s legs. The motion of wrapping his fingers around Seon-woo’s cock was so smooth, so natural, that Seon-woo didn’t even have time to protest. Frozen with his mouth slightly agape, he couldn’t hold back a startled gasp.
“Hhng!”
Regret hit him instantly—he should’ve kept it together. But there was no time to dwell on that. Seung-hyeon’s index finger casually flicked across the sensitive tip, and then he said,
“Now that I think about it… I feel like even if you had known, you would’ve let me in anyway.”
The words were clearly teasing, yet his voice remained completely devoid of any amusement. Who knew what kind of perverted thoughts he’d been having outside the door—but considering Seon-woo hadn’t pushed him away, had even let him soap him up, and then got hard so easily from just that, he couldn’t exactly argue back.
Still, the shame was real. Seon-woo grit his teeth and muttered,
“Shut up… Just do one thing, then leave…”
“I’ll go to the next part.”
Without even waiting for the rest of the sentence, Seung-hyeon lifted one of Seon-woo’s thighs out of the tub. In a blink, he’d turned Seon-woo sideways, pulled both his feet out of the water, and placed them firmly on the tiles. Then, without hesitation, he sank to his knees on the bathroom floor.
Caught off guard, Seon-woo found himself sitting on the edge of the tub, legs spread wide open. He stared down at Seung-hyeon, dumbfounded. Seung-hyeon settled between his thighs and reached out, gently wrapping a hand around Seon-woo’s cock, then silently looked up at him.
It was bold—the way he lifted the half-hardened length to his cheek so casually, so unbothered, like he’d done nothing out of the ordinary. His calm gaze seemed to ask, Isn’t this what you wanted?
In a way, it was. If anyone was going to make him hard, then they might as well take responsibility for it.
Seon-woo didn’t push him away.
Taking that as silent permission, Seung-hyeon dropped his gaze and took Seon-woo into his mouth.
This time, Seon-woo was prepared. He didn’t moan embarrassingly. Instead, he threw his head back and clenched his teeth, holding the sound in. When he finally managed to look down again, he saw his cock slowly sliding past those flushed red lips.
No matter how much he tried to mentally brace himself, he couldn’t stop the way his lower abdomen tensed up in response.
As he watched, Seon-woo’s expression gradually twisted. It wasn’t from pain—Seung-hyeon never used his teeth, not even once. On the contrary, he took in a rather impressive length, working his tongue with a practiced finesse.
But that was the very problem.
Without warning, Seon-woo grabbed a fistful of Seung-hyeon’s hair and pulled him back. His cock slipped free from those lips with a slick pop. Seung-hyeon looked up at him, expression still neutral, but eyes slightly questioning.
