Updated 6/30/2026 with correct chapter text
Regardless of what Giyun was thinking, Seungjo continued speaking without a flicker of emotion on his face. His nonchalant proposal caused not only Changgon but also Giyun’s eyes to widen.
“If I’ve done something wrong, I’ll compensate for it. But as for your mistakes…”
Seungjo continued, his expression making it clear he had no intention of compensating for any mistake, regardless of what it was.
“This won’t end with a simple settlement.”
He meant the latter part. Changgon remained frozen and speechless. Hearing the man speak like that, he felt a sense of crisis he hadn’t experienced before.
The situation was escalating beyond his expectations. He hadn’t intended for things to go this far in the first place. Who would have thought he’d end up stalking some guy and following him around like a dog?
And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Those features that exuded a strange aura despite his youthful appearance. The straight, well- defined lines of his body revealed beneath shabby t-shirts and shorts. The pale, soft skin that seemed to have no fat at all.
He thought the boy would be an easy mark because he was young and naive, but his unexpectedly stubborn side only made him more desperate. The desire to do whatever he wanted to him just once had piled up and up until it reached this point.
He had pounced on Eun Giyun, thinking he was a joke because of his age, his clothes, and his poverty-stricken home, but this man was different. Completely different.
Had he known Giyun had such backing-regardless of the exact nature of their relationship, he would have suppressed his urges and played it safe. A surge of regret hit him for not thinking twice before acting so impulsively.
He had a gut feeling that he was about to be fucked. When they had crossed paths in the lecture hall, it could have been brushed off as a one- time incident, but this time would be different. He felt a conflicting mix of indignation that he hadn’t even done anything yet, and relief that, crucially, he hadn’t done anything yet.
“I mean, really…”
“…”
“Giyun, I think there’s some misunderstanding… let’s talk about this next time.”
Before Giyun could even snap back and ask what there was to talk about next time, Changgon scrambled out the gate. Instead of chasing after the fleeing man, Seungjo turned back to Giyun.
“Are you really okay?”
“Yes, nothing happened.”
Seungjo’s gaze was persistent, scanning Giyun’s face to see if he was truly unhurt. He was standing too close. To hide the heat rising in his cheeks, Giyun covered his mouth and gave a fake cough. Seungjo suddenly snatched Giyun’s hand.
“What happened here?”
“Ah…”
There was a small scratch on the knuckle of his left hand. It seemed his skin had been scraped against the rough cement wall when Chang- gon had grabbed his arm and shoved him. It wasn’t bleeding profusely, just a minor wound, so he hadn’t even realized he was hurt. To find something like this immediately—his eyes were truly sharp.
“This just happened because…”
As Giyun vaguely brushed it off without a clear answer, Seungjo’s expression darkened.
“That piece of shit…”
“Me?”
Without answering, Seungjo turned and walked out of the building. A startled Giyun remained frozen, pointing a finger at himself.
“It must have all been caught on the dashcam over there.”
Seungjo pointed to a car parked illegally near the house, facing Giyun’s building, and took several photos of it.
Returning to the house, Seungjo climbed the stairs while making a phone call. Giyun followed him instinctively. After finishing the short call, Seungjo turned to Giyun and informed him.
“I’m getting a lawyer for you, so pick up when they call.”
“…A lawyer? Why a lawyer…?”
“You said he came here on his own and was waiting for you?”
“That’s true, but…”
“I’ll have them sue him for violating stalking laws and file for a restraining order.”
Giyun’s eyes went wide at the mention of a lawsuit. Perhaps it was because he couldn’t judge his own situation objectively, but he had no desire to make a big deal out of it.
“Is that… really necessary? Nothing major has happened yet…”
“Do you want to wait until something major happens?”
Giyun shrank back at the fierce smile. It felt as if Seungjo was mocking him for being stupid, for feeling relieved the moment the intruder left.
He felt more alert because of Seungjo’s reaction than he had when facing Changgon. The words that there was no need to hire a lawyer just for him no longer came out. It wasn’t the kind of atmosphere where such an argument would be heard.
Whether he interpreted Giyun’s silence as something else, the smile on Seungjo’s lips twisted further.
“Why. Can’t bring yourself to do that to an ex-lover?”
“Lover… no. I told you, we’re not like that.”
Giyun waved his hands frantically. Since Seungjo had seen them close together in the lecture hall, it was understandable that he thought Giyun and Changgon were in that kind of relationship, but he wanted to clear up the misunderstanding, even if just a little. At the very least, he hoped he wouldn’t be linked to Changgon from now on.
“Then what is that bastard to you?”
“He’s just nothing. Really, we’re nothing to each other…”
“…”
“…I don’t even know why he’s doing this…”
Seungjo’s expression didn’t soften. In fact, the more Giyun answered, the more his face gradually hardened.
“I honestly… have no idea what the hell you’ve been doing.”
Those words drained the strength from Giyun. Unable to withstand the piercing, cold gaze, Giyun looked down. He hadn’t been told anything particularly harsh, yet it felt as if a sharp needle was pricking his chest.
“For today, don’t go anywhere. He might pop up again.”
Before they knew it, the two had reached the rooftop room where Giyun lived. After scanning the area below the house from the roof, Seungjo left a brief warning.
For some reason, his treatment of Changgon was more akin to a wild boar appearing in the mountains than a human being.
“Listen to me. Got it?”
“…Yes.”
Seungjo gave Giyun, who nodded with a dark expression, a look of complete distrust. After standing there for a while, Seungjo realized he had no further business and finally turned to leave. Seeing this, Giyun’s face filled with regret.
“Are you leaving?”
Giyun summoned his courage and followed Seungjo toward the stairs.
“If you could stay just a little longer…”
Seungjo’s eyes widened slightly as Giyun grabbed his sleeve.
“I mean… you could be in danger too, sir.”
“…Me?”
“You threw… I mean, pushed that man earlier. Like you said, we don’t know when he’ll pop up. He might be waiting nearby, holding a grudge…”
The concern for Seungjo was only partially sincere. No matter how one looked at him, he didn’t seem like the type to be harmed by Chang- gon; in truth, Giyun wanted to use Changgon as an excuse to spend just a little more time with him.
That said, after asking him to stay, Giyun realized there wasn’t a single common bench or chair on the rooftop veranda for him to sit comfortably. The only things on the veranda were the outdoor unit for the downstairs air conditioner and a laundry drying rack. It was a space devoid of any rooftop romance.
Standing before the stairs, Seungjo looked down at Giyun intently. His unreadable gaze eventually shifted toward the house Giyun lived in.
Giyun felt conflicted. He couldn’t bring himself to let the man into such a shabby home… but he felt it would be rude to ask him to stay and then leave him standing outside.
Then again, whether inside or outside, the shabbiness was the same, and at least inside there was a place to sit. It wasn’t as if the man didn’t know his status, and now that it had come to this….. Braving his shame, Giyun pointed to the small building constructed like a warehouse on the rooftop.
“This is… my home.”
“…”
“You can stay for a bit…”
The moment he said it, Giyun felt that he would be rejected. After all, the man had likely never even stepped foot in a place like this.
As Giyun gradually lost confidence while Seungjo simply stared without answering, the man finally curled the corner of his mouth into a smirk.
“You’re quite the pro, aren’t you?”
“Huh…?”
Unable to grasp what “pro” referred to, Giyun stood blankly, only to realize the meaning of the words belatedly upon seeing Seungjo’s chilling reaction.
Giyun couldn’t hide his flustered expression. Once he realized that his act of asking him to stay at his house might look like some kind of ploy, he struggled to maintain his composure.
“That’s… not what I meant.”
If he said he didn’t think that way, and that there was neither a sofa nor a bed inside, would the atmosphere become even weirder? How much further would his image sink into the mud?
Giyun didn’t know how to fix the words he had spoken, and in the meantime, Seungjo’s phone rang busily. After leisurely observing Giyun’s bewildered reaction, Seungjo slowly brought the phone to his ear.
“…Yes.”
While Seungjo descended the stairs to continue the call, Giyun caught a glimpse of a conversation about an appointment.
An appointment.
Come to think of it, he hadn’t come here because he was free. The reason he had given him a ride was that he had business nearby. A lingering regret remained, that he had held onto someone who was about to leave and left a bad impression by saying something that could be misunderstood.
However, upon returning after hanging up, Seungjo said something completely different from Giyun’s expectations.
“Open the door.”
“…What?”
“Didn’t you tell me to stay?”
Seungjo tilted his head. His tone suggested: You’re the one who said it, so what’s the problem?
“You said that bastard might be waiting outside with a grudge; how could I possibly go down there out of fear?”
“…”
“Hurry up. Can’t you see a person in danger?”
As if. With such a massive physique, his attempt to appeal to fear lacked any conviction. Knowing this well, his tone remained nonchalant and brazen.
Wasn’t he busy…? Thinking this, Giyun pressed the buttons of the digital lock on the front door with a dazed expression. As he opened the door, Giyun asked cautiously.
“But you said you had an appointment…”
“Is an appointment more important than this?”
The moment Seungjo closed the door completely, he hugged Giyun from behind. Startled by the unexpected contact, Giyun held his breath. The cheerful electronic sound signaling the door lock rang out, incongruous with the atmosphere.
“I might actually die if I go out there.”
“I… I didn’t say it was that serious.”
“Now you’re backtracking?”
Nearly knocked forward by the weight pressing against him from behind, Giyun clung to the arms wrapped firmly around his chest. It looked as if he were desperately hugging him back.
The hot body heat and heavy scent emanating from the back against him left Giyun unable to move. Before he could even turn his head, Seungjo’s hand reached out like a vine and crept inside his t-shirt.
“Tell me.”
“T-tell you what…?”
The fingers digging into his bare navel stubbornly traced upward across his lean abdomen. A low voice, accompanied by the sound of breathing, dampened his eardrums.
“How many guys have you lured in like this?”
The large hand swept across his flat chest in one motion before heading toward the slightly prominent parts. Long fingers deliberately rubbed and twisted the soft nipples, making them stand hard. When he gave the swollen nipples a sharp tug, Giyun’s waist arched forward.
“Hng, it hurts…!”
“You acted so innocent, I almost fell for it.”
Seungjo hugged the slouching body even tighter. Every time he whispered in his ear, the fine hairs on Giyun’s cheeks stood on end.
Regardless of the content of the words, as the cavernous voice penetrated his eardrums as if caressing them, Giyun’s strength drained away like a soldier who had lost the will to fight.
He even thought that the words he was uttering now might be a spell that rendered him immobile, transcending mere language.
“I didn’t mean it like that, really…”
Giyun shook his head with difficulty and answered as if spitting the words out.
“It’s… too narrow here, and there’s no bed, so how could…”
The house was small enough that the interior was visible without even moving his gaze. After glancing at the meager and shabby furnishings, which were as poor as the exterior, Seungjo raised one knee and pushed it between Giyun’s legs.
“If we’re doing it, we can do it standing like dogs. Why pretend you don’t know?”
“…Ah!”
As Seungjo’s thigh bumped against the crack of his buttocks and pressed firmly into his perineum, a suppressed moan escaped Giyun. Every time he tormented the space between his legs, Giyun’s lower body twitched.
Helplessly surrendering his body to Seungjo, Giyun stood, supported only by the strength of the arms hugging him from behind.
“Shall we try it standing today? You like it from behind, don’t you?”
“Ugh, hng.”
He hadn’t even taken off his shoes. The narrow tiled floor, which barely qualified as an entryway, was already full just with the two of them standing there.
Because his lower half was being stimulated, Giyun fidgeted incessantly and lightly stepped on Seungjo’s shoe. Giyun jumped, as if he were the one whose foot had been stepped on.
“Ah, I’m sorr―!”
To avoid stepping on him, he had to create distance. Giyun twisted his body, trying to peel away Seungjo’s arms that entwined him.
In response, Seungjo grabbed Giyun’s head and kissed him.
Both lips were sucked in turn, and taking advantage of the daze, a tongue entered between the lips to toy with the inside of his mouth.
His head felt dizzy, as if he were lacking oxygen. He thought he had roughly learned how to breathe after kissing him a few times, but every time they entered the actual act, his mind went blank, leaving him no way to apply it.
Even though this was already the third time…
Swaying in Seungjo’s embrace, Giyun lost his footing and stepped on his shoe again. This time, with his full weight behind it, it was a proper stomp.
A deep mark from the rubber sole of an old canvas shoe was left on the expensive matte leather. However, because Seungjo blocked his mouth, he couldn’t apologize this time.
“Mnh…”
With his lips stolen, Giyun sank powerlessly to the floor. The entryway was so narrow that pushing back just one step meant he was already on the room’s floor.
Seungjo knelt down with him, kissing him while removing Giyun’s shoes one by one. At this rate, it seemed they were really going to do it right there in the entryway.
Giyun took advantage of the brief moment Seungjo was removing his shoes to scoot backward into the room.
Even so, it was only a couple of steps, and Giyun didn’t realize that his clumsy movement, sliding on his backside because his legs had lost strength, actually stimulated the other man.
How did it end up like this? He hadn’t expected the atmosphere to turn this way so suddenly. Habitually checking himself, the same worry as before followed Giyun.
The smell of sweat…
‘I can’t.’
“Shower first…”
“Later.”
The area in front of the entryway served as the kitchen, bedroom, and living room all at once. There was no bed in the cramped space. The only piece of bedding was neatly folded in a corner of the room. Seungjo spread it out haphazardly and pulled Giyun down to sit on it.
“You’re going to get dirty anyway.”
It wasn’t the kind of answer one would expect from someone who usually appeared almost obsessive about cleanliness. At the non- negotiable statement, Giyun bit the inside of his lip. It would be better to postpone thinking specifically about how his body would get “dirty.”
His t-shirt was eventually stripped off. Goosebumps rose on his exposed skin, and Giyun rubbed his arms. He was glad it was a more private space than before, but the act of undressing and becoming naked in front of someone was something he felt he would never get used to, no matter how much time passed.
After stripping Giyun’s top, Seungjo also threw off his jacket and vest as if they were cumbersome. The high-quality fabric of the suit was crumpled carelessly and shoved into a corner of the small rooftop room.
Watching this blankly, Giyun reached out as if possessed.
Giyun summoned his courage and grasped the tie wrapped around the man’s neck. He, too, wanted to see his body. He wanted to touch it, to have their bare skin meet.
The moment he touched the tie, he felt Seungjo hesitate, but he didn’t stop Giyun’s action.
As Giyun gripped the fabric of the tie and pulled slightly, Seungjo moved closer by that same amount after a slight delay. Giyun slowly lowered the tightly fastened knot and pulled the fabric from around his neck. The completely undone tie wrapped softly around Giyun’s grip.
Following Giyun’s pull, or perhaps moving even closer, Seungjo observed Giyun’s actions from right in front of his face.
After steadying his trembling breath, Giyun began unbuttoning the white dress shirt covering his upper body, starting from the neck. The mere thought that he was undressing him made his throat tighten. His hands trembled with tension and excitement, and there were far too many buttons.
As the shirt was slowly removed, an extraordinary physique was revealed through the gaps.
Every time Seungjo, who had surrendered his body to Giyun’s touch, took a deep breath in and out, his distinct chest muscles rose and fell.
When about half the buttons were undone, as the extremely nervous Giyun continued to fumble, Seungjo couldn’t take it anymore and quickly threw the shirt aside.
Giyun let out a short, sharp gasp.
As the firm muscles and veins hidden by the suit were revealed without filter, Giyun blushed for the first time while looking at another man’s body.
It was the body of a large, powerful man that Giyun had imagined since he was young. He knew the man’s build was superior, but he felt even more imposing naked than when he was clothed.
The muscular, contoured body made Giyun’s mouth go dry just by looking at it.
Unconsciously, Giyun placed his hand on Seungjo’s chest.
Seungjo, who had been removing his shirt and then loosening the belt at his waist, stopped his movements for a moment. He could feel the hot thumping of the heart through his fingertips.
Receiving Seungjo’s piercing gaze, Giyun slowly caressed his body.
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