As soon as the door opened, a scene unfolded that made him question his eyes.
Standing right at the entrance, contrary to what Seon-woo had expected, Seung-hyeon greeted him with a bright expression. That, in itself, wasn’t the issue. It was actually a relief—better that he hadn’t lost his spirit.
But still—
“Would you like a bath first? Dinner first? Or perhaps…”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing right now?”
“Ah, so you’re starting with me after all?”
“No, no…”
Seon-woo pressed a hand to his forehead and scanned Seung-hyeon from head to toe, his eyes wide with disbelief. Once. Twice. A third time. His eyes weren’t deceiving him.
Seung-hyeon was really wearing an apron.
No—he was wearing only an apron.
“What the hell… possessed you to prepare this kind of… event?”
Seon-woo muttered in a tone that screamed incredulity.
Standing confidently in a bear-patterned apron draped over a flawlessly sculpted body, Seung-hyeon responded without a hint of shame.
“I heard about how, because of me, you went around everywhere saying you’d never get married. And this time, I also heard you’ve been raising hell again saying you’re definitely not letting me get married.”
The phrase “raising hell” felt a bit dramatic. But he wasn’t exactly wrong, and right now, semantics weren’t the issue.
“So what?”
How the hell did all his efforts to keep Gwak Seung-hyeon from getting married somehow end up with this—a naked-apron stunt?
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Seung-hyeon continued,
“Anyway, because of me, you ended up not being able to get married or start a family. So I figured, since your future wife—who might’ve existed—was taken out of the picture, I should do my part and play the role of spouse instead. I looked up what kinds of events make husbands happy on websites frequented by married people. And even though the naked apron may seem like some distorted fantasy that only shows up in adult media, there’s a reason it’s become every man’s secret dream. They say almost no husbands actually dislike it when it’s done right. So, I thought I’d be your—”
“Stop. Just stop.”
How was he talking so fast?
Seon-woo, who had been listening in a daze to Seung-hyeon’s rapid-fire explanation—flawless and nonstop—finally managed to cut him off.
While Seon-woo was still struggling to organize the chaos in his head, Seung-hyeon asked again,
“Let me ask again. Would you like a bath first? Dinner first? Or—”
“You. You first.”
What was the point in thinking any further? It wasn’t like Seung-hyeon was going to magically throw on clothes over that single strip of apron.
And to be honest… it wasn’t like Seon-woo hated it.
Those married-couple sites weren’t wrong—there really weren’t many husbands who hated this.
With a heavy sigh, Seon-woo finished speaking and bent down to take off his shoes. He’d been so thoroughly shocked that he hadn’t even stepped a single foot inside the house.
But Seung-hyeon didn’t seem to care whether he had shoes on or not. He immediately reached out and pulled Seon-woo into his arms.
Aside from that cute bear-print apron, he was completely naked.
Seon-woo had said “you first,” but he didn’t mean to go lunging at him before he’d even taken his damn shoes off.
Seon-woo glanced sideways at Seung-hyeon’s face.
Fully clothed, he had the kind of face that exuded restraint. Chaste to the point of austerity. Sure, there was something faintly suggestive about him—something that subtly stirred desire—but that was entirely Seon-woo’s own issue, not a fault of Seung-hyeon’s looks. His features were the epitome of gentle, disciplined, and neatly put together.
And yet, here he was—wearing nothing but a ridiculous bear-print apron, chasing Seon-woo all the way to the front door. The sheer dissonance was almost too much to handle.
Seon-woo lifted his hand, meaning to tell him to wait while he washed up. But something brushed against his fingertips.
Why the hell was it hard already?
No—when had it even gotten hard in the first place?
“Were you seriously standing here in nothing but a bear apron, expecting something—and you’re already like this?”
Honestly, more than anything else, what struck him first was a rush of heat. Frustration. The urge to spit those words out itched at his tongue.
But he forced himself to hold it in. Not out of kindness—he just had a strong feeling that the moment he said it aloud, Seung-hyeon would only get more excited.
Managing to keep his voice even, Seon-woo said,
“I’m going to shower. Don’t unwrap yourself before I come back—just wait in the room.”
Seung-hyeon looked straight at him. His eyes were wide, innocent, as if asking, ‘Unwrap?’
Seon-woo shrugged.
“It’s funny, sure. But still—you said this was a gift you prepared for me. You, Gwak Seung-hyeon.”
And with that, Seon-woo quickly turned on his heel and headed to the bathroom.
Seung-hyeon’s outfit was absurd—so was his shameless attitude—but what unsettled Seon-woo was that it wasn’t just funny. It should’ve been. But it wasn’t.
He scrubbed himself down in the shower, mostly just to cool off—and to hide the fact that he’d gotten hard from that sight.
The moment Seon-woo stepped out, Seung-hyeon moved naturally, pressing him down onto the bed.
The house clothes he’d bothered to put on ended up useless—discarded on the floor in seconds, peeling away like old skin.
Meanwhile, Seung-hyeon still hadn’t taken off that damn apron.
Somehow, keeping it on made the whole thing more obscene.
Trying to ignore the visual assault, Seon-woo bit his tongue—but the moment Seung-hyeon crawled between his legs, he couldn’t help but speak.
“Shouldn’t you take that off by now? You’re practically falling out of it anyway.”
“Nope. This is all part of the event, so I can’t.”
“You’re just enjoying it yourself, aren’t you?”
“There is that, too. Now, spread your legs a bit more.”
The way he switched topics mid-sentence with such nonchalance made Seon-woo clench his jaw. Still, he obediently shifted his legs wider.
Even if he said all that, the truth was—he was already properly turned on.
Whatever. At this point, he just wanted to get to the real part.
Seung-hyeon pushed his legs open to their limit, then confidently slid his hand between them.
“Ah—ugh! Hh…”
It wasn’t until Seung-hyeon was fully inside him that Seon-woo realized—it had been quite a while since they last had sex.
Both of them had been overwhelmingly busy for the past two weeks.
Who would’ve thought their first time again would happen like this?
His body was already properly aroused, but the deeper the pleasure settled in, the sharper the humiliation bit at his nerves. Every time Seung-hyeon thrust into him, his eyes landed squarely on the bear printed across the apron, staring right back at him.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
Seon-woo lifted a hand to shield his eyes, but stopped halfway and opened his mouth with effort.
“From the back. Do it from behind.”
He heard Seung-hyeon chuckle softly.
With surprising ease, Seung-hyeon flipped him over and slipped back in between his cheeks. The moment their position changed, Seung-hyeon’s moans sounded clearer—more raw.
Apparently, Seon-woo wasn’t the only one overstimulated tonight.
“Ah… Director… ngh, Director…”
Mumbling deliriously, thrusting with desperate rhythm, Seung-hyeon suddenly stopped.
Then, as if the apron had finally become too annoying to bear, he tore it off and tossed it aside.
The fabric, damp and sticky with bodily fluids, landed on the floor with a splat—and seeing that, Seon-woo let out a breathless laugh like a man with a hole in his lung.
Seung-hyeon didn’t scold him for laughing. He just smiled along and resumed moving his hips.
Then, suddenly, he pressed down hard on Seon-woo’s stomach.
The firm pressure on his abs made Seon-woo feel the shape of what was inside him even more vividly. He couldn’t keep laughing anymore—not when his breath was catching like that.
“Ugh!”
“Haa… Director…”
Seung-hyeon whispered at his ear.
“Call my name.”
It was one of those things he fixated on.
He’d always been strangely obsessed with being called by name, but after that one time Seon-woo moaned “Seung-hyeon-ah” during sex, it had become a thing—he started asking for it not just in bed but in their everyday life, too.
Now, flushed and right on the edge of climax, Seon-woo let out a low, rasping laugh.
Then Seung-hyeon flipped him onto his back again, making sure their eyes locked.
“Ugh, hngh…”
“Director…”
“…Seung-hyeon-ah.”
The moment he murmured it, he saw a slow smile bloom in Seung-hyeon’s gaze.
As he collapsed over Seon-woo’s body, something hot spilled deep inside.
“Yes, hyung…”
That whisper brushed against his ear as he closed his eyes.
Seung-hyeon had once said that because of him, Seon-woo couldn’t get married or build a family. But from now on, there’d be no reason for Seon-woo to think that way ever again.
Because to Gwak Seon-woo, this relationship with Seung-hyeon already was the warm, peaceful home he wanted.
And he’d made up his mind back on Christmas—when Seung-hyeon gave him that ring. That he’d be bound to him, for life.
So, really—calling this marriage wasn’t lacking in any way.
Except for the marriage blues.
So cuteeeee