Meanwhile, the expressions on the other employees’ faces were the complete opposite of Eun-jae’s—they were beaming.
“Wow, are you bragging right now?”
“Man, being single really sucks sometimes.”
Responses laced with social charm were flying around. It was only natural. After all, when a superior suddenly starts sharing their love life, what else could they do but react with polite enthusiasm? Especially when that superior happened to be Gwak Seung-hyeon, someone no one had ever imagined would talk about such things—it made the whole situation genuinely intriguing.
These days, Seung-hyeon didn’t particularly bother to hide the fact that he was dating someone. Though, when it came to who that someone was, he kept his lips tightly sealed. Sure, flaunting his relationship so openly might make him come off a little ridiculous, but objectively speaking, Seung-hyeon looked good being in love. That’s why, even as the team clicked their tongues and feigned exasperation, they all returned to their seats with grins on their faces.
Everyone except one person.
The only one who knew who his lover really was—was Eun-jae.
Which just made him shake with barely restrained irritation, like he was the only one being left out of the joke.
Maybe picking up on that tension, Seung-hyeon sneaked a glance at Eun-jae. Then, with a perfectly casual smile, he looked as if to ask, “What’s wrong?”
Ugh, this guy… Not even worth worrying about…
Eun-jae scowled deeply, his face full of annoyance. To make matters worse, for some reason, Seung-hyeon was breezing through work with just one hand. He was typing and using the mouse with the same hand, yet his speed was barely any different from his colleagues using both hands.
In short—he was insufferable.
The Director really ought to see this…
But what made Eun-jae feel the most bitter wasn’t any of that.
It was the possibility that Gwak Seon-woo did know the truth about Gwak Seung-hyeon. And maybe—just maybe—was choosing to dote on him anyway, like he was some adorable little puppy.
***
“…Director, I can at least take off my clothes by myself, you know.”
Pressed up against one side of the walk-in closet wall, Seung-hyeon muttered in an embarrassed voice.
But there was already a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Anyone who made eye contact with him would instantly realize—he wasn’t actually flustered. He was enjoying this.
Seon-woo held tightly onto Seung-hyeon’s shirt collar and responded.
“Stay still.”
That was probably the sentence Seung-hyeon had heard the most since injuring his arm. He didn’t resist, just calmly shifted his gaze to the side.
If he kept looking at Seon-woo like this, he’d probably kiss him without a second thought.
Turning his head didn’t help. The entire closet was saturated with Seon-woo’s scent. Not that Seon-woo cared what kind of diffuser he used—he had no interest in such things. It was Seung-hyeon who had chosen it, which meant the scent inevitably reminded him of Seon-woo.
The closet was almost the size of a small bedroom, but right now, Seung-hyeon and Seon-woo were pressed close together with no room to spare.
Even though all Seon-woo was doing was unbuttoning his shirt to help a guy with a hurt arm—it was impossible to ignore the strange tension in the air.
Carefully, deliberately, Seon-woo slipped the shirt off of Seung-hyeon’s shoulders.
He looked up with an expression like he’d just overcome a major hurdle—proud, even. That look on his face made it obvious he was quite pleased with himself.
Seung-hyeon, who had been about to smile in response, froze with the corners of his lips caught in a halfway curl. Their eyes had locked again.
The distance between them was still uncomfortably close. Neither of them averted their gaze. And so, as if it were inevitable, Seung-hyeon turned his head slightly to the side. Seon-woo’s eyes fell shut naturally. It took mere seconds for their lips to meet.
The kiss was aggressive. As soon as their mouths touched, Seon-woo’s tongue dove into Seung-hyeon’s mouth, twining and capturing his tongue with urgency. It wasn’t hard to guess why he was in such a rush. Last night, he hadn’t been able to lay a finger on him because of Seung-hyeon’s injury. Clearly, the frustration hadn’t just been building up in him.
Seung-hyeon obediently parted his lips, welcoming him in.
One of Seon-woo’s hands was wrapped around the back of Seung-hyeon’s neck. With the other, he laced their fingers together—holding the uninjured hand.
It was nice. But not enough.
While Seon-woo was absorbed in the kiss, Seung-hyeon carefully slipped his hand free. His fingers slid down along Seon-woo’s spine, lightly tracing his back, then gripped his waist. The firm, yet supple tension beneath his palm filled his embrace.
Seon-woo hesitated for a brief moment. Even though he knew it was the uninjured arm, he still seemed worried. But Seung-hyeon didn’t give him time to think. He lifted the hem of Seon-woo’s shirt and brushed his fingers over the bare skin near his waist, while his tongue eagerly explored inside his mouth.
Starting from deep within, he slowly ran the underside of his tongue along Seon-woo’s, then sucked and tugged with a wet glide.
Seung-hyeon slowly opened his eyes, narrowing them to observe Seon-woo’s face. Maybe he was still hesitant—his eyes weren’t fully closed. But the tremble in his lashes said he was nearly gone. Unwavering, Seung-hyeon stared deep into his eyes.
A soft sigh escaped from Seon-woo’s lips, only to be swallowed inside Seung-hyeon’s mouth. His quivering eyelids finally shut, and he surrendered himself completely. The hand cradling the back of Seung-hyeon’s neck relaxed into gentle strokes through his hair.
This was the moment Gwak Seung-hyeon loved.
The softness and vulnerability of Gwak Seon-woo that only revealed itself in front of him. The moment he pried it open and laid bare the most intimate part of him.
Straightening his posture, Seung-hyeon pulled Seon-woo closer by the waist. But because of the cast on his arm, they couldn’t press together like usual—and that frustration made Seung-hyeon rougher, more impatient than ever.
Their teeth even clacked together like it was their first kiss.
But neither of them had the presence of mind to care.
He hadn’t realized just how difficult it would be not having both hands free. He ached to touch, to explore every inch without leaving a single gap—but he couldn’t.
If his arm were fine, he would’ve lifted Seon-woo up right then and sat him down on the vanity.
Perhaps realizing the kiss was becoming far too intense, Seon-woo lightly pushed against Seung-hyeon’s chest. Normally, Seung-hyeon would’ve stepped back immediately, but today, he lingered with a slightly reluctant expression, gazing at Seon-woo from up close.
The kiss had lasted quite a while, yet neither of them looked particularly breathless. Even so, Seon-woo pulled away a little, as if trying to regain his composure. The more he moved back, the more Seung-hyeon’s torso followed him, closing the space again.
After wiping his lips, Seon-woo finally spoke in a voice that tried to sound calm.
Once again, his gaze flicked toward Seung-hyeon’s arm.
“…Not here. On the bed…”
Though his patience was worn thin, Seung-hyeon knew he couldn’t push it any further. When he slowly nodded, Seon-woo took hold of his good arm and guided him. Neither of them could be said to be more eager—their hurried steps toward the bed made that clear.
Seon-woo threw open his bedroom door with a forceful hand, but his touch turned delicate as he gently ushered Seung-hyeon inside.
On any other day, it might have been Seung-hyeon pushing the other down onto the bed. But today, Seon-woo seemed unwilling to yield even an inch. As soon as they entered the room, Seon-woo steered him toward the bed and gently pressed against Seung-hyeon’s chest, making him sit down.
Catching the hint of lingering frustration on his face, Seon-woo gave a quiet order.
“Sit back.”
Even at times like this, Seung-hyeon was never the type to refuse Seon-woo’s commands. He obediently leaned against the headboard, and Seon-woo climbed onto the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he moved. Seung-hyeon’s legs were now enclosed between Seon-woo’s knees.
Once again, Seung-hyeon reached for Seon-woo’s arm and offered,
“Let me do it.”
He only meant to help with the buttons—at least that much—but Seon-woo didn’t answer. For a brief moment, a shadow of disappointment flickered across Seung-hyeon’s face. He didn’t blame Seon-woo, nor did he feel bitter. He simply hated this situation—where he couldn’t even properly touch Gwak Seon-woo.
But Seon-woo must’ve caught that fleeting expression. He paused and leaned down toward him, gently lifting Seung-hyeon’s chin and lightly biting his lower lip with care.
“Let me take care of you today.”
His voice was tender, almost coaxing. Anyone else hearing it would never believe it came from Gwak Seon-woo.
“Don’t make that face.”
Instead of replying, Seung-hyeon tilted forward, buried his face between the half-opened folds of Seon-woo’s shirt, and pressed his lips against his chest. When he looked up, their eyes met immediately—Seon-woo gazing down with a slight furrow to his brow. Seung-hyeon smiled softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling with affection.
“Anything you do for me, Director… I’ll love it.”
“You…”
Seon-woo muttered in a voice that sounded like he was gritting his teeth. Though a hollow laugh followed, Seung-hyeon already knew what that look meant.
He could see the heat building in Seon-woo’s gaze, and with a teasing whisper, he added,
“Since I can’t use my hands… show me what it looks like when you do it yourself.”
Resting his cheek against the hand he had pulled toward him, Seung-hyeon nuzzled into Seon-woo’s palm.
He could hear the low, languid sigh Seon-woo let out.
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