When the car the two of them were in entered the apartment parking lot, Seung-hyeon, who had been silent the whole ride, suddenly turned his head toward Seon-woo and stared at him intently. Puzzled, Seon-woo asked,
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Um… do I have to go home?”
It was a ridiculous question. To say something like that with his whole face screaming that he didn’t want to go home. Not that Seon-woo had ever intended to just send him off after using him as a driver in the first place—he immediately shook his head. And then he didn’t get out of the car until Seung-hyeon had finished parking.
Since neither of them was particularly talkative, the ride up in the elevator was quiet. But it didn’t feel awkward.
He hadn’t realized how exhausted he was until they reached the door, but standing in front of the entrance, it felt like all the fatigue he’d been holding back suddenly came rushing in. Physically, it was manageable, but mentally, he was worn out. Seon-woo punched in the door lock code without hesitation. It didn’t matter—Seung-hyeon already knew the numbers well.
He wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed, but a shower had to come first. As he opened the bathroom door, Seon-woo said,
“There are some indoor clothes in the third room.”
“Should I bring them to you?”
“Grab your own and put them on too.”
It was a natural response. But Seung-hyeon made a vague expression and averted his gaze. The way his eyes trembled—it didn’t seem like he was reluctant… Was he suddenly feeling shy? Seon-woo asked in the most casual voice he could muster,
“You’re staying the night, aren’t you?”
“…Yeah.”
Seung-hyeon answered with some difficulty, but then smiled, eyes curling up.
Seon-woo stepped into the bathroom, carelessly tossing aside his clothes, and walked into the shower booth. Without thinking, he turned the faucet that leaned to the right, and cold water immediately poured down on his head.
How much effort had it taken to maintain a calm expression while enduring cold showers—despite being someone who had always preferred warm ones, even in the middle of summer? He’d been quietly impressed with his own progress when a strange thought hit him.
Wait, hold on… I don’t need to do this anymore, do I?
The system that had once forced him into cold showers was gone now. Even when its influence had weakened, he could’ve just used hot water—and now that it was completely gone, was there any reason left to stick with cold showers? Habits really were terrifying things.
With a contemplative look, Seon-woo slowly reached out and turned the knob toward the hot water. This was a Gwanggong’s house—perfect in every way—so he didn’t even have to wait. Steaming hot water flowed out instantly. It felt ridiculous to think that someone living in such a house would neglect the kitchen and the fridge, yet still only shower with cold water. The Gwanggong’s former behavior struck him as absurd all over again.
At the same time, a sense of fulfillment spread through his whole body. Being able to take a hot shower—he hadn’t realized just how happy that simple act could make him until now, when he could finally appreciate it.
Seon-woo stood under the cascade of heat, overcome with happiness so strong it felt like he might cry. He let the hot water pour over him, enjoying every moment. No one else entered the bathroom again. There was no longer any need to steel himself with grim determination every time he came in here, racing to scrub down his entire body within four minutes in the name of peak efficiency…
Just then, a knock sounded on the door. It was loud enough to cut through the stream of water pouring from the showerhead. Seon-woo turned the shower off momentarily to hear Seung-hyeon’s voice.
“I brought you some clothes to change into, Director.”
His voice carried a hint of amusement, though he was clearly pretending to be formal. Seon-woo opened his mouth to respond in kind.
“Just leave them in fro—no, wait.”
Mid-sentence, he changed his mind. He swung open the shower booth door, then walked over and pulled open the bathroom door too. It was an impulsive act—his hand briefly hesitated on the doorknob, a wave of regret washing over him for just a moment.
But he didn’t stop.
The door opened, and as he locked eyes with a startled Seung-hyeon, Seon-woo leaned halfway out the doorway, completely bare.
“Wanna come in?”
Even he was surprised at the words coming out of his mouth, so he wasn’t shocked when Seung-hyeon reacted with visible shock. But he hadn’t expected him to look that flustered—like someone whose chastity had just been threatened. Seung-hyeon’s ears had even turned a little red, uncharacteristically. Annoyed without knowing why, Seon-woo added with a faint edge to his voice,
“You were going to shower anyway, weren’t you?”
“Are you… asking me to shower with you?”
“…I guess you could put it that way.”
What was with that reaction? It wasn’t even their first time showering together. This was the same man who once insisted on helping him wash and waltzed into the bathroom without a second thought. Now he was making some weird expression. Irritated for no good reason, Seon-woo almost snapped, ‘Forget it if you don’t want to,’ and began to close the door—but Seung-hyeon’s hand shot out to stop it.
“You can’t take it back now.”
Seon-woo let out a breathy laugh. With a small grin of his own, Seung-hyeon stepped into the bathroom in one smooth motion. As he shut the door behind him, he murmured under his breath,
“You’re going to get cold soon.”
Then, without warning, he pressed in close. Before Seon-woo could even register it, their lips met.
Hot water continued to pour from the showerhead above. The sound of it soaking their bodies mixed with damp, lewd noises. Braced against the wall, Seon-woo felt Seung-hyeon biting at his shoulder again and again from behind. Balancing was difficult with one leg lifted, and the thought that he could slip at any moment kept his nerves on edge.
From the moment he stepped in, Seung-hyeon had pulled him into a deep, consuming kiss, not even bothering to take off his clothes. By the time Seon-woo snapped out of the daze induced by that relentless mouth, he was already under the shower’s spray, locked in a kiss with him. Trying to peel off Seung-hyeon’s soaked shirt, which now clung tightly to his skin, was frustratingly difficult. The pants were even worse—drenched and outlining every inch of his lower body, Seon-woo didn’t even dare attempt to take them off.
While Seon-woo was struggling with his clothes, Seung-hyeon shamelessly undid Seon-woo’s own from behind. Somehow—despite all the shampoo and bottles cluttering the area—he even managed to find the lube that had been haphazardly tossed and buried among the rest.
By the time he finally undid all the buttons, peeled off the shirt, and flung it out of the booth, it was already too late.
“Ah—hng!”
Seung-hyeon had somehow managed to unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and thrust his cock inside Gwak Seon-woo. It all happened in what felt like an instant. Even now, with each deep push that stretched him from within, Seon-woo couldn’t fully wrap his head around the situation.
His foot slipped, nearly sending him crashing to the floor. He tightened his grip with his soaked hands, but all that did was blanch his knuckles against the wall—offering no real support. Then Seung-hyeon gently wrapped his arms around Seon-woo’s waist and whispered,
“You’re not going to fall, don’t worry. I won’t let you.”
The softness of his voice and touch did nothing to ease the relentless pounding happening below. Even as he murmured sweet reassurances in a calm voice, his cock slammed in with unwavering force.
“Seriously, what the hell is this… Ngh!”
He tried to complain, but the words dissolved into a moan. Sex in the shower had one fatal flaw: even the smallest noises echoed off the walls, amplified to embarrassing volumes. Unable to say anything more, Seon-woo clenched his teeth. After all, he had been the one to invite this situation—he had no right to protest.
Lowering his head, Seon-woo stared at the floor. Water from the shower splashed down and swirled toward the drain. He couldn’t help but wonder just how much of their fluids were mixing in with it. The thought sent a shiver up his spine—a strange jolt of arousal.
If Gwak Seung-hyeon could see what he was thinking now, he’d definitely tease him for being a pervert and revel in it. Trying to suppress the pleasure that kept blooming inside him, Seon-woo shifted away from the cock piercing into him. He didn’t want to come yet. Up to this point, Seung-hyeon hadn’t so much as grazed Seon-woo’s cock—not even with a fingertip. So if he were to climax now, it would be purely from being fucked and from mental stimulation alone.
Reaching orgasm this quickly while getting pounded in a bathroom stall wasn’t just a blow to his pride—it was downright dangerous. Who knew what Seung-hyeon would do if he lost control?
So Seon-woo barely managed to speak.
“Bed… Let’s go to the bed…”
Seung-hyeon paused. At least he seemed willing to listen, which was a small relief. Seon-woo glanced down at his own cock, checking to make sure he hadn’t unknowingly come. Thankfully, it just twitched where it was—no sign of release.
“Such a classic taste.”
Seung-hyeon murmured behind him as he reached out to turn off the shower. His lips brushed Seon-woo’s ear, and then he bit gently—not hard enough to hurt. Seon-woo turned his head in disbelief, only for Seung-hyeon to withdraw his cock to the tip, grab Seon-woo’s body, and swivel him around with ease.
Then he opened the shower booth and stepped out.
With Seon-woo still impaled on his cock—now lifting him completely off the ground in his arms.
“Are you out of your mind?! Put me down—right now!”
Wasn’t he heavy? With this height, this build, there was no way the Gwanggong’s weight could be described as light. Then again, Seon-woo himself had no trouble lifting Gwak Seung-hyeon when necessary, so maybe that wasn’t the issue. The real problem was the sheer, overwhelming embarrassment.
Seon-woo shouted as he smacked Seung-hyeon’s back, but the man didn’t even flinch. He really seemed determined to carry him to the bedroom like this.
“I asked you earlier—do you not like crazy people?”
This… fucking lunatic.
Seon-woo muttered as if he were genuinely appalled. In the end, there was nothing left to do but surrender all thought and cling to the man’s body like he was hanging on for dear life.
