The loud noise ringing in his ears vanished in an instant. As soon as Seon-woo looked into Seung-hyeon’s eyes, it felt like the entire world had melted away, leaving only the two of them behind.
Seung-hyeon didn’t look away for even a second. Locking eyes with Seon-woo, he slowly began to close the distance between them.
Before he knew it, Seung-hyeon was right in front of him, reaching out with deliberate slowness to rest his hand on Seon-woo’s shoulder. His touch was soft, almost ticklish, gently stroking his shoulder before slowly trailing downward.
From his arm to his elbow, lingering there for a moment, then further down to his waist… and as his hand moved, so did his posture—gradually lowering himself. With his eyes now below Seon-woo’s gaze, Seung-hyeon whispered softly.
“Director.”
“…What is it.”
It was a call he could’ve ignored—but he didn’t.
If it had been any other day, Seung-hyeon merely touching him would’ve triggered a drop in his Gwanggong Score. But with the system down, there were no restrictions. That alone made it easier to face him, made it easier to let his guard down.
It was as if Seung-hyeon instinctively knew which angle made him look the most desperate, the most pitiful. Gazing up at Seon-woo from just the right position, he quietly added,
“Please… let me come inside.”
There was no way that meant he just wanted to see the house. Obviously not.
Seung-hyeon didn’t know about the system—he couldn’t possibly know what had just happened. But even without understanding the reason, he seemed to sense something had shifted. That Seon-woo’s once sharp presence had softened.
In truth, even if Seung-hyeon hadn’t spoken up, Seon-woo had been on the verge of asking if he wanted to come in. And now that the words had already been said—how could he say no?
Avoiding his gaze, Seon-woo dropped his head and finally managed to speak.
“…Alright. Come in for a bit.”
Even as they rode the elevator up, Seon-woo had a feeling that “a bit” wouldn’t end with just a short visit.
Is this really okay? The thought lingered in his mind, refusing to leave. But he pushed it away. He still didn’t know exactly what caused the system to shut down, and there was no telling when such an opportunity would come again.
He couldn’t just send Seung-hyeon away. Not now.
When he reached for the keypad, his fingers fumbled once out of nervousness. If the system had been active, even a single mistyped digit would’ve earned him a scolding—That’s not Gwanggong behavior.
But now, instead of the ever-interfering system, only Gwak Seung-hyeon stood silently by his side, waiting.
Finally managing to unlock the door, Seon-woo hesitated for just a second before turning back with a short invitation. “Come in.”
Seung-hyeon hadn’t moved an inch until those words were spoken. Only then did he step forward. But his compliant demeanor stopped there.
The moment the door shut behind them, his arm shot out, wrapping around Seon-woo’s waist in one swift motion.
Before Seon-woo could process what was happening, he was pinned against the door, lips crashing into his.
A searing tongue pushed past his defenseless lips, plunging deep.
Even in his panic, Seon-woo clung to his sanity, doing everything he could to avoid the mishap of biting Seung-hyeon’s tongue.
Only after a while, after their tongues had tangled messily and breathlessly, did Seung-hyeon finally pull back—pushed away by Seon-woo’s hand.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Seung-hyeon gave a breathless smile and asked,
“Are you planning to kick me out again?”
It wasn’t an unfair question. There had already been multiple incidents to back it up, so Seon-woo had nothing to say in return. Feeling awkward, he averted his gaze and mumbled a reply.
“That’s not it. I meant… let’s go to the bed. To the bedroom.”
At that, Seung-hyeon noticeably paused. But rather than waiting for a reaction, Seon-woo quickly slipped off his shoes and made his way toward the bedroom. He couldn’t bear to look Seung-hyeon in the face while saying something like that.
Only after a few steps did Seung-hyeon’s calm voice come from behind.
“Mind if I use the bathroom?”
Seon-woo gave a short “Go ahead,” and heard Seung-hyeon’s footsteps heading in the opposite direction. Without turning back, Seon-woo entered the bedroom first and began aimlessly pacing the room.
He had expected to need more time to mentally prepare himself, but apparently, all Seung-hyeon had done was wash his hands—because he returned much sooner than anticipated.
As Seung-hyeon stepped inside and closed the door behind him, Seon-woo braced himself, expecting the same kind of forceful advance as at the front door. But Seung-hyeon simply shut the door quietly, making no immediate move.
Instead, it was Seon-woo who grew more tense. His mind was still a mess from that kiss.
Trying to fill the awkward silence, Seon-woo opened his mouth to say something—anything—but couldn’t think of a single word.
This was the first time he could speak without the system interfering. Maybe he should explain everything that had happened so far. But how was he supposed to justify all of his Gwanggong behavior? How could he possibly make it make sense?
Turning his back on Seung-hyeon, Seon-woo fell into silent deliberation.
But unexpectedly, Seung-hyeon was the one who spoke first.
“You don’t have to explain anything.”
The words cut straight through him, like Seung-hyeon had read his mind. Startled, Seon-woo flinched slightly, listening intently as Seung-hyeon continued in a calm and almost cheeky tone.
“You were the one who kissed me first. You were the one who let me in… But if it helps, you can just tell yourself you got swept up in the moment.”
He didn’t know about the system or what was really going on, so his interpretation was a bit off—but not entirely unrelated to Seon-woo’s worries.
Just as Seon-woo opened his mouth to reply, he heard footsteps approaching from behind. Seung-hyeon whispered close to his ear.
“If you don’t want this… push me away.”
And then, at last, his hand touched him.
Gently, Seung-hyeon turned Seon-woo to face him, gazing straight into his eyes. They were so close their breath could mingle.
A strange cocktail of irritation and unwillingness to retreat welled up inside Seon-woo. He didn’t want to be swept away without any control, so he reached out first, his trembling arm hesitantly wrapping around the back of Seung-hyeon’s neck.
In response, Seung-hyeon lowered his head and kissed him.
This time, the kiss was slower, more tender—worlds apart from the desperate ones before. Seung-hyeon took Seon-woo’s other arm and gently guided it to wrap around his neck as well, then slid his arms naturally around Seon-woo’s waist.
Everything moved like flowing water.
In one smooth motion, Seon-woo was laid back on the bed. Yet even as he did so, Seung-hyeon didn’t break the kiss. His hand slipped up toward Seon-woo’s neck—fingers deftly working at his shirt buttons.
While Seon-woo struggled to even keep pace with Seung-hyeon’s breath, the other man skillfully explored his mouth, all while undoing each button of his shirt with practiced ease.
And deep inside Gwak Seon-woo… an unsettling twinge of dissatisfaction began to stir.
He raised his head. Seon-woo bit down on Seung-hyeon’s tongue—just hard enough not to hurt him.
Surprised by the sudden nip mid-kiss, Seung-hyeon pulled back slowly, a faint smile in his eyes as he looked straight at Seon-woo.
“Out of breath?”
Seon-woo opened his mouth to deny it, but before he could say anything, Seung-hyeon dipped his head and buried his face in the gap between the undone buttons of his shirt.
As Seung-hyeon scattered light kisses across his skin, a tingling sensation shot up Seon-woo’s spine. Whether he didn’t notice Seon-woo’s slight grimace or was pretending not to, Seung-hyeon casually brought his fingers to one of Seon-woo’s nipples.
It wasn’t an area he’d ever consciously paid attention to, and Seon-woo looked down at him with confused eyes.
“…Hhng—”
But a sharp, ticklish jolt surged through him almost immediately, and his shoulder jerked without meaning to.
Hearing the involuntary moan, Seung-hyeon chuckled softly, lips still resting against his chest. Seon-woo could feel his breath directly against his skin.
When Seon-woo let out a sigh—half in irritation—Seung-hyeon looked up with a sly grin.
“Didn’t like that?”
Saying he didn’t would’ve been a lie. But admitting he did? That was even more awkward and embarrassing. In the end, Seon-woo kept his mouth firmly shut and said nothing.
Unbothered, Seung-hyeon casually moved on to his next action. His hand glided smoothly, now reaching the buckle of Seon-woo’s pants.
At this point, Seon-woo felt half resigned.
When he reached out to push Seung-hyeon’s hand aside, the other man looked up at him with a hint of displeasure. Ignoring that look, Seon-woo moved his own hands and unfastened his belt himself.
Seung-hyeon let out a short laugh—a different kind of laugh than the playful one from earlier.
By the time Seon-woo finished pulling off the belt and looked at him, the mood had already tipped beyond the point of no return.
Without missing a beat, Seung-hyeon tugged down his loosened pants in one swift motion, underwear and all.
Seon-woo’s half-erect cock sprang up, already visibly hardened.
Seung-hyeon’s hand—cool, likely from having just washed—reached out immediately, wrapping around it. Even with just a few light strokes, it stiffened fully, rising to press against his abdomen.
The smile had completely vanished from Seung-hyeon’s face.
Embarrassment swelled inside Seon-woo. Instinctively, he brought one arm over his face.
“Why are you hiding?”
Seung-hyeon didn’t even hesitate. His hand reached up and gently pulled Seon-woo’s arm away from his face.
When Seon-woo’s expression was fully revealed, Seung-hyeon looked at him for only a moment—then dropped his gaze without a shred of reluctance.
And with not the slightest hesitation, he lowered his head and took Seon-woo’s cock into his mouth.
Seon-woo’s hips jolted up instantly, trembling from the sudden sensation.
Seung-hyeon pressed down firmly on his pelvis with one hand to hold him in place, then started sucking him off with no prelude, no buildup. It was a single-minded act, focused only on making him come.
The orgasm built up fast—far faster than the first time Seung-hyeon had ever gone down on him. It hit him like a tidal wave.
“S-Stop. Let go.”
Seon-woo whispered urgently, but Seung-hyeon acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
More panicked now, Seon-woo raised his voice again—shaky, barely coherent.
“I said let go. It’s— I’m going to—”
Instead of responding with a simple “Alright,” Seung-hyeon traced the tip of his tongue around the head, teasing and digging in with deliberate slowness.
At nearly the same time, his still-cool fingers lightly spread the cleft of Seon-woo’s ass.
The suddenness of it all made Seon-woo part his lips in shock—just as he came directly into Seung-hyeon’s mouth.
The orgasm was unusually quick, and the aftershocks came sharp and heavy. Shivering from the lingering sensations, Seon-woo spoke through ragged breaths.
“W-What are you… What are you trying to do?”
Seung-hyeon calmly spat the release into his palm and replied in a casual tone,
“I’ll be gentle.”
And the very next moment, the fingers slick with cum pressed between Seon-woo’s cheeks, slipping inside.
