#57
Seunghyeok suddenly closed his eyes, then opened them again, as if just remembering something.
“Hmm… well, I told him to stop, then left. I didn’t see what happened after that. But he looked pretty shocked when he saw you collapse, so I’m sure he regretted it and swore never to do it again.”
Junghyun looked skeptical but didn’t press further. When Seunghyeok prompted him, it seemed like he had more to say, so Junghyun hesitated before speaking.
“Um… my parents… ah, no, never mind. Nothing.”
Junghyun quickly backtracked. It was rare for him to bring up his parents—especially after that incident.
“Do you miss them? If you want to find them, I can make that happen.”
Seunghyeok assumed Junghyun meant his birth parents.
He had planned to tell Junghyun the truth about his adoption someday, but it had come out in the worst possible way—through Woo Cheolgon’s disgusting face. The thought of the shock Junghyun must have felt made Seunghyeok grind his molars.
“Oh, well… I was thinking of my adoptive parents. The ones who raised me all this time…”
Junghyun’s answer wasn’t what Seunghyeok had expected. He lowered his gaze slightly as he continued.
“When I was little, my mother once touched my forehead in the ER.”
Junghyun traced his own forehead with his fingers, as if searching for the memory.
“I don’t remember why, but I was really sick when I was about ten. My vision was blurry, and I could barely move. One night, I went downstairs to get water but ended up sitting on the steps to rest. My mother came out and scolded me for scaring her—it was the middle of the night, and I hadn’t even turned on the lights. She must’ve been terrified.”
Even as he recalled it, Junghyun’s lips quirked slightly, as if amused.
“But… when she saw my condition, she carried me to the hospital. She was so thin, it must’ve been hard for her. She grumbled about how I always picked the worst times, but she didn’t hesitate. At the hospital, after the doctor treated me, she pressed her hand to my forehead and said, ‘Your fever’s gone down a little.’”
Junghyun murmured the words again under his breath—“Your fever’s gone down a little.”—before snapping back to reality and lifting his head.
“I just… keep thinking about that memory.”
He smiled faintly.
Seunghyeok couldn’t quite grasp what Junghyun was feeling. Their thought processes were just too different—how they saw the world, how they accepted things, the conclusions they drew. If it had been Seunghyeok, he would’ve been furious at the idea of a child sitting in the dark, too afraid to turn on a light. But in Junghyun’s memory, it was something warm and precious.
Seunghyeok knew he’d never see the world that way, no matter how long he lived.
Junghyun hesitated, glancing at Seunghyeok before mumbling.
“Uh… I asked about them once. I think I just want to know if they’re okay. I don’t know how I feel right now. Maybe someday I’ll want to see them… but not now. I don’t want to. Is that too selfish?”
Seunghyeok tightened his arm around Junghyun, rubbing his nape gently before patting his back.
“Not at all. And you can be as selfish as you want with me.” “If I keep acting like this, I’ll get spoiled.” “That’s fine. You don’t do this with just anyone. It’s a privilege for me.”
Junghyun smiled slightly. Still nestled in Seunghyeok’s arms, he shifted, then straddled his lap.
Seunghyeok didn’t stop him, just watched quietly. From this angle, Junghyun was slightly taller, his fingers brushing Seunghyeok’s face with such lightness it felt like feathers. The way his touch lingered before pulling away made Seunghyeok wonder if he was afraid of hurting him.
For a long moment, Junghyun just stared at him. Then his gaze fixed on Seunghyeok’s lips, his slender fingers tracing their shape. Seunghyeok watched his own lips, then lifted his eyes to meet Junghyun’s.
“Can I… kiss you?” “As much as you want.”
Seunghyeok answered immediately.
At his consent, Junghyun slowly, carefully leaned in. The remnants of violence still lingered on his small, lovely face, and it made Seunghyeok’s blood boil all over again. But beneath the anger, tenderness swelled—an overwhelming affection for Junghyun.
He let Junghyun take the lead, staying perfectly still. Their lips touched first—just a light press, almost like a nibble. Junghyun didn’t close his eyes. Neither did Seunghyeok.
They kept their gazes locked.
Junghyun’s small, hot tongue slowly licked Seunghyeok’s lips, as if testing. When Seunghyeok parted his lips in response, Junghyun pulled back slightly, looking uncertain.
His expression was almost embarrassed. His hand on Seunghyeok’s shoulder fidgeted.
“I’ll do it. You just… stay still.” “Don’t do anything at all?” “Yes. I’ll take care of it, so just… stay still.”
Junghyun repeated himself, his face not that of someone giving a kiss, but of someone trying to do something difficult. Sensing this, Seunghyeok nodded.
Junghyun leaned in again. His lips were warm and soft.
He pressed them against Seunghyeok’s, tapping lightly, as if knocking, before carefully slipping his tongue inside. When it brushed against Seunghyeok’s, it hesitated for a moment—startled—before Junghyun’s fingers clenched Seunghyeok’s collar, and his small, hot tongue ventured in again.
Junghyun still hadn’t closed his eyes.
His light-colored irises were dilated, pupils wide. His hand still gripped Seunghyeok’s collar, his body tense—reminding Seunghyeok of how Junghyun had reacted to that brief, light kiss in the hospital.
The fact that Junghyun kept his eyes open felt like he was confirming who he was kissing.
Seunghyeok understood why.
Before that incident, Junghyun had been shy but genuinely happy with physical affection. The memory made something dark and furious coil inside him, but he forced it down.
Junghyun was being brave right now. And Seunghyeok’s duty was to make sure this attempt succeeded.
Junghyun licked Seunghyeok’s tongue again, as if savoring cream. The wet, sliding friction of their mucous membranes sent a shiver through him. Junghyun released his grip on Seunghyeok’s collar and cupped his face instead, his palms damp with sweat.
Seunghyeok kept his body relaxed, letting Junghyun do as he pleased. He didn’t stroke his back or grip his waist—any stimulation from him right now would only distract Junghyun.
Their lips parted with a soft sound.
Junghyun let out a breath so quiet it could’ve been mistaken for a sigh, then gently bumped his nose against Seunghyeok’s. He kissed him again—but this time, it was different from the cautious, hesitant touches before. He lightly caught Seunghyeok’s lower lip between his own, pressing and releasing it a few times, not with teeth, but with his lips—no pain, just pressure.
A quiet breath escaped between their lips.
Junghyun adjusted the angle slightly, deepening the kiss, his eyelids finally fluttering shut. And with that, his pheromones began to seep out—not the uncontrollable rush that came with arousal, but a steady, controlled release, like turning on a faucet.
Junghyun was good at handling his pheromones, but not this precisely. This level of control meant he was trying—pushing himself to overcome the trauma that had been forced on him.
It was heartbreaking. And yet, incredibly brave.
Seunghyeok could feel Junghyun’s cock stirring against his thigh.
Well, he wasn’t the only one affected. Junghyun, straddling his lap, had to be aware of Seunghyeok’s state too.
But Seunghyeok was being very careful not to release his own pheromones.
He’d seen Junghyun pale under their influence once. That was enough.
“You’re… deliberately holding back your pheromones, aren’t you?”
Junghyun pulled back slightly, whispering against his lips.
Seunghyeok didn’t answer, just smiled a little.
Seeing that smile, Junghyun murmured to himself, almost too quietly to hear.
“It’s okay. If it’s your pheromones…”
Their lips met again, Junghyun’s soft and warm, lightly nipping at Seunghyeok’s.
“So… give them to me.”
Seunghyeok held his breath for a moment, then exhaled.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
