Yoonshin in the passenger seat looked in the mirror and meticulously retied his loosened tie. Just in case, he checked if any buttons were misaligned, and after finally straightening his collar, he neatly put on his jacket.
The trees lining the street visible through the side window were starting to turn yellow. The earth was bidding farewell to the hot season and preparing for a new encounter with the magically cool season.
Sitting straight and looking ahead, the Dokuk building came into view like a landscape in the distance. He inadvertently glanced at the driver's seat, and Kang Seheon, looking impeccably neat as if nothing had happened in the car, caught his eye. Just observing that appearance brought back memories of his own disheveled state just moments ago. It felt unfair.
His nipple was still sore to the point of pain. It would probably stay that way for at least a few hours. The problem was that it wasn't both sides, but only one. Every time his skin rubbed against his shirt, a stinging pain flared up, making him twist his waist. Knowing he would have to endure this for at least half a day, Yoonshin finally exploded and vented his anger.
"How could you do this?"
Seheon paid no mind to this protest.
Not even a little bit.
"I wanted to suck your nipples, so I sucked them a bit on the way to work. Do you have a problem with that?"
He seemed to want to deliberately dirty his ears. Thanks to his unfiltered reply, Yoonshin turned to ice for a moment, but whether unfortunate or fortunate, his desire to complain was greater, so he quickly thawed.
"...I've never been scolded by the Team Leader even once."
"Abundant experience helps with brain development."
"Am I a growing child? Since it's not your fault, really... This is 99 percent your fault, Senior. Save me if the Team Leader scolds me. You know how strict he is about punctuality."
"Family Law Team matters are resolved within the Family Law Team. I don't play favorites."
"Wow, why are you being so mean today?"
"Is me being mean something new? Then your memory must be really poor, so you need more experience."
"You're saying the one who caused it should take responsibility."
"Well. Why don't you go ask that noticeable junior for help? You guys seem close."
As soon as he heard the answer, Yoonshin's eyes narrowed.
Sure enough.
He knew it was because of that. If he wanted them both to feel good, he would have tormented both sides of his chest, not just one. Also, he would have taken some measures regarding the meeting time, but he didn't do that either. The man next to him was currently acting spitefully. There was something he greatly disliked.
Wearing an enigmatic smile like an enlightened Buddha, Yoonshin quickly suppressed the corners of his mouth trying to rise. He was glad of the jealousy, but the method inconvenienced him, which was truly a dilemma. Unlike Seheon, who would no longer receive reprimands from anyone, Yoonshin still had plenty of people who would scold him.
'What should I say when they ask why I'm late.'
Glancing at him again, Yoonshin felt a strange mix of joy and anger as he recalled what had just happened.
Recently, the number of times Seheon and he commuted in the same car had decreased to being countable on one hand. It made no logical sense for the representative of a major law firm to carpool with someone. Originally, there was no excuse, so there wasn't even a facade to maintain. Still, since they made the promise at the hospital last summer, Seheon occasionally seized the opportunity to take the wheel instead of him. Today was one of those rare days.
It was good that he willingly moved up his commute time to leave at the same time as usual. It was peaceful. The catalyst was the conversation in the car. While they were discussing cases, Seheon asked particularly persistent questions, deepening the conversation. Then, Yoonshin casually mentioned that one of the new juniors was very smart and caught his interest. Upon hearing that, Seheon made a U-turn right then, stubbornly found a secluded spot to park, and stripped off Yoonshin's jacket.
While Yoonshin was flustered and didn't know what to do, Seheon efficiently unbuttoned his dress shirt and buried his face precisely in his left chest, right where his heart was, and didn't let go of his nipple for nearly 30 minutes. He sucked, bit, and chewed it thoroughly with his teeth. It was as if he intended to bruise the flesh. At first, it was thrilling that he lost his rationality and lunged at him on the way to work, but from the moment he felt that immense soreness, he wondered what this was.
"What is this? I told you milk won't come out no matter how much you suck."
He couldn't even bear to touch his chest. It still burned. As Yoonshin fluttered the fabric to keep his nipple from touching his shirt and grumbled, Seheon was dumbfounded.
"Don't you feel any shame saying that?"
"The one who sucked a man's chest for half an hour first thing in the morning should reflect on themselves first."
"Do I have to reflect while sucking my own? I don't do things that don't benefit me. Just ask for money."
"I'm asking for your opinion, not money. I'm going to be late for the meeting because of you, Senior."
Although he showed signs of slight displeasure, Seheon didn't coldly refuse the request. Recognizing the signal, Yoonshin picked up the tablet he had set aside while his chest was being tormented and reviewed the meeting materials. The meeting scheduled for this morning was a senior meeting to select family law cases to assign to the juniors as a trial. He already had his answer, but since he was with Seheon, he wanted to ask his opinion, so the conversation dragged on.
Since he would clearly remember what he had read half of earlier, Yoonshin verbally refreshed his memory starting from the unread part.
"The fourth case is... a married man deceived someone by pretending to be divorced and dated them. He forged a marriage registration certificate. This married man is a famous hair designer on social media, and if we proceed, we represent the plaintiff."
"Document forgery, and infringement of the other party's right to self-determination. You can claim damages. You'll win."
"Yes, that's right. There's an answer key."
"No. Pass. Next."
He expected as much.
"Then next... the marriage has substantially broken down, and the at-fault spouse, who bears primary responsibility for the breakdown, filed for divorce."
"Which side requested the case?"
"The at-fault spouse. This person is a monk. A veeery famous monk."
Seheon momentarily wore a seriously agonizing expression, wondering if he had misheard. Then, perhaps concluding that his ears couldn't have misheard anything, he asked aloud.
"A monk got married? Is it a sect that recognizes married clergy?"
"No. I don't know how they didn't get caught. If we take the case, we'll probably find that out too."
"According to Supreme Court precedent, even if the marriage has substantially broken down, the divorce claim of the at-fault spouse who bears primary responsibility for the breakdown is not permitted in principle."
"Yes, if we look at it at face value, we have to conclude the chances of us winning are extremely low. If this fact is made public, his monk status will be revoked, but seeing as he directly requested our firm, he must be really desperate for a divorce. It'll cause quite a stir in many ways."
"Dokuk only needs lawyers who win."
The Dokuk building stood out prominently like a landmark even in the city center filled with skyscrapers. Before he knew it, the car arrived at the glamorous building entrance and glided into the parking garage. Driving skillfully, Seheon gave Yoonshin a brief glance along with his answer, signaling him to decide on that one.
Receiving his gaze, Yoonshin finally revealed his thoughts as if he had expected it.
"Actually, I already decided on this case too. I asked because I wanted some support."
"Family Law Team seniors want to handle these noisy cases themselves instead of giving them to juniors. You're different."
"Yes, you know well. I need to recharge my combat power. I was thinking of giving this to that smart junior if it gets approved. I'm curious how they'd design the strategy..."
Screech.
It was such a violent parking job that he worried a skid mark might have been left. It was also a brutally sudden stop inappropriate for the time and place. He should have been slowing down, but strangely, he seemed to increase his mobility. As a result, even though it was a heavy sedan with quite stable driving, Yoonshin's body, which had been adjusting his posture, was jerked in one direction.
"Gasp...!"
Yoonshin's elbow hit the window frame with a thud, and he looked at Seheon in bewilderment. He had parked the car roughly in the representative's designated spot, and even though he must have felt the gaze, he only looked straight ahead. At the same time, he merely gripped the steering wheel tightly as if he would crush it. Naturally, the blue veins on the back of his hand stood out clearly. Watching that, Yoonshin reflexively flinched, took a deep breath, and finished his sentence.
"And... do..."
It was before the ellipsis even ended.
He turned his head toward the passenger seat and stared directly at Yoonshin with a deeply sunken gaze. His following sinister voice kindly sounded an alarm that he must wisely break through this moment.
"You mentioned the same man twice in this car just now. If you say it three times, he dies today. Be smart."
"I was just saying I'd assign it to him..."
"I said he dies."
"...I mean it."
Unlike earlier, since the location was the firm's parking garage, nothing out of the ordinary should happen. This secluded, blind-spot spot was exclusively for the representative, so unless someone called for it, no one would appear nearby, but still, the number of times the two had committed any meaningful acts here was countable on one hand. Just in case, they were usually quite careful. This meant the probability of Seheon starting something suspicious here was extremely low. Still, anxiously rolling his eyes just in case, Yoonshin carefully explained before his misunderstanding could grow.
"When I accumulate more years of experience, I'll become a team leader someday. Well... it would be nice to have a lot of capable team members on my team. Ultimately, I meant I'd train them well for the firm where you're the representative. That's what I meant."
"Is it a universal rule that words get longer when there's an excuse to make?"
"If you could think of it as persuasion rather than an excuse...?"
"Since when were you so full of affection for Dokuk?"
It's been quite a while.
Time really changed a lot of things. A very long time ago, when he first stepped into this place listening to his sister, he thought he would leave here someday. He prematurely assumed that no matter how long he worked here, he wouldn't be able to leave his heart behind. But now, that wasn't the case at all. Simply and solely because Kang Seheon was here, Dokuk became more special to him than any other place.
Yoonshin answered with a soft smile as he unfastened his seatbelt.
"Dokuk has to run smoothly without problems. I'm your legal representative. If something happens, it gives me a headache too. Ah, of course, you have to be my representative too. No matter what happens."
"Am I not at a loss? I don't take cases without practical benefit."
"I'm very expensive too. I'm a hard-to-meet lawyer."
Seheon scoffed.
"Pro bono clients can meet you with just one phone call. Door-to-door service."
Because he only spoke the truth, Yoonshin's mouth closed involuntarily. At times like this, if he kept going back and forth with him, he was bound to lose something. It meant retreat was the best option.
They had arrived at the building, and it was truly a close call for the meeting time. Taking advantage of the moment, he quickly gathered his things, shoved them roughly into his bag, and threw open the passenger door. As if afraid of being caught, Yoonshin stepped out starting with one leg, then leaned down to look at Seheon inside. Observing him for a moment, he also seemed ready to get out, so Yoonshin hastily reached out a hand to stop him.
"Uh, wait. Don't get out."
Seheon seemed to know why he was doing this. His nodding demeanor was exactly like that. He slightly offered his right cheek as if to say do it here. Smiling lightly, Yoonshin bent down as much as he could and kissed it with a peck. Just as he completed his mission and tried to step back, the man inside grabbed his chin, forcefully turned his face, and firmly rubbed and pressed against his lips as if stamping it as his own, making Yoonshin's face flush red.
Kissed with his eyes open, Yoonshin belatedly trembled his slightly lowered eyelashes.
In that gap, Seheon grabbed his briefcase from the back to get out. Witnessing that, Yoonshin waved his hands again to stop his actions. Realizing by now that there was another reason, he asked.
"What are you trying to do?"
"If we go up together, it'll be unnecessarily suspicious. Senior, come up in 10 minutes. Okay?"
"10... I think I heard wrong. Say it again."
"I did say to waste 10 minutes here."
"Do you know how much my 1 minute is worth? Besides, Secretary Tak will be waiting after confirming my car entered."
"Normally, I would have waited. But I have a meeting, what can I do. And really! Being smart means understanding things well, not that he looks cute in my eyes. You know my heart, right? I love you. See you later!"
Clack.
Having one-sidedly poured out words like rapid-fire, Yoonshin closed the door and took a step back. He boldly created a barrier between them, but seemingly unable to just turn around right away, he walked backward waving his hand, looking very reluctant.
Seheon in the car comfortably adjusted his posture and faced that sight with an expression of utter regret. Then he tapped his wristwatch with his fingertip. Seeing that, Yoonshin, who was startled, seemed to think he couldn't delay any longer, and finally turned his body and started running at maximum speed.
Left behind, Seheon was dumbfounded by the loud back view from this morning. He couldn't stop a hollow laugh from bursting out.
"Know what?"
Perhaps fearing he might find out the junior's name and do something, the fact that he insisted on finishing his excuse before leaving was more audacious than anything else, and Yoonshin himself probably didn't know that.
Tick tock. Time flowed.
Checking the current time, Seheon muttered to himself as if reminding himself that he had waited enough by now.
"I cut you as much slack as I could."
And then, unlike Yoonshin's request to wait 10 minutes, he got out in exactly 3 minutes.
Getting on the waiting private elevator, he quickly arrived at the office floor. Four employees, including Secretary Tak, who would have been waiting in front of it since the car entered the parking garage, bowed their heads and greeted him.
"Representative, you're earlier than usual today. I've put the approval documents for the appointment of the Corporate Law Research Institute director on your desk. They said electronic approval isn't possible. You need to sign it by hand."
"I'll check. Did Do Yoonshin go straight to the meeting room?"
"No. The Family Law Team Leader came to his office, so I told him to go there first."
"Is that so? That works out well."
"Do you have any message to pass on?"
"A message... Not for Do Yoonshin. It's for the Family Law Team Leader."
Everyone, including Secretary Tak, wondered what that was. Reading that sufficiently from the atmosphere, Seheon passed by them indifferently, as if his actions substituted for saying they didn't need to know in detail. The employees followed behind him. Everyone holding his bag and briefing him on today's schedule moved very astutely and swiftly.
Seheon walked toward his office, neatly inputting the familiar voices into his head. Upon arriving there, the office manager and paralegals also stood up and quietly gave him their morning greetings. He roughly replied with a hand gesture and deviated from the route toward Yoonshin's office. Except for the secretaries who had already heard the hints, others seemed to feel puzzled by his movements. Everyone within sight held their breath and watched the situation.
Ignoring them, he stood tall in front of Yoonshin's room. From inside, the Family Law Team Leader's voice, either raising his volume about his tardiness or giving him a warning, leaked outside.
Focusing on that sound for a few seconds, Seheon flung the door open without knocking.
"Team Leader Jung."
"Yes, Representative!"
The Family Law Team Leader, who hadn't expected him to appear so suddenly, stood up and bowed. Yoonshin, who had been standing at attention in front of him getting scolded, also looked back. Everyone around waited for his next words. Only Yoonshin stared intently at him with eyes that seemed to say, 'Weren't you supposed to come up 10 minutes later?' Seheon lightly ignored that gaze and flicked his hand toward the Family Law Team Leader.
"Do Yoonshin was late because he played with me this morning, so please don't be too hard on him."
"Ah, yes... I underst..."
The Family Law Team Leader, who was replying obediently, suddenly realized something was wrong and was greatly startled.
"Yes? What do, what do you mean?"
Seheon replied calmly.
"Did Team Leader Jung hurt his head, or his ears? Which part do I need to tell you again?"
"No, sir. Yes, I understand."
He gestured once more to the Family Law Team Leader, who was bowing at a 90-degree angle, as if to tell him to continue what he was doing. He turned around right after, his actions indicating he had said his piece. He felt Yoonshin's gaze, who was seeing stars at the back of his head, piercing him with a red and blue face. If expressed in words, that look in his eyes would be something like 'That sadist!'. He clearly sensed it but didn't look back.
He passed by the secretariat employees who had turned to ice as well because of his remark. Above each of their faces checking one another, questions like 'What did that just mean?' floated. Silent gazes exchanged at a crazy fast speed from all directions. Seheon smoothly ignored all of it and entered his office. Secretary Tak, who had quickly followed him in, closed the door from the inside.
"Representative, you did that on purpose just now, right? To make Lawyer Do flustered. It felt like spite."
Seheon, who was about to sit down and open the file on his desk, raised his head. Secretary Tak, who had placed his briefcase in its designated spot, felt his gaze and stepped up to the desk. He stared at his Chief Secretary with a quiet gaze and replied bureaucratically.
"Spite? Since when did you lose your manners?"
"...I apologize. But, you've never saved Lawyer Do like that before... rather, you left him more coldly. Did you two fight this morning by any chance?"
Seheon, holding a fountain pen in his hand, paused. His face showed a hint of surprise.
"Do you think we'd end up fighting?"
"Well, that's... of course the Representative would win completely."
He stopped opening the cap of the fountain pen and fell into deep thought. He seemed to be diligently dissecting and analyzing the syllables Secretary Tak had uttered. Maintaining silence for a while, he chuckled instead of answering for some thought. He didn't explain it verbally one by one, but it was a sort of reply. Whether it was a denial or an affirmation, even Secretary Tak, who had served him for a long time, couldn't be sure.
Seheon turned his gaze away from his secretary, who wasn't hiding his confused state. Then he finally opened the cap. Unfolding the approval documents and reading through them by eye, he signed his name on the paper.
Scritch.
An amusing sound of the tip of the pen nib rubbing against the fiber rang out.
Secretary Tak, who had kept his mouth tightly shut until then and only observed his boss's actions, opened his mouth again.
"Um, should I go help Lawyer Do a bit?"
But what came back was a firm and immediate refusal.
"No. Leave him."
"The secretariat is in an uproar right now. Lawyer Do will be in trouble today, answering that question all day about what he did with the Representative since dawn."
Secretary Tak pointed out the window as if to tell him to see that silent battlefield for himself and shrugged. Out there, hyenas observing Yoonshin, who had come out of the office, with complicated gazes were swarming. They were employees, including the Family Law Team Leader. Even after seeing that with his own eyes, Seheon shook his head straight.
"Good."
"Good... yes?"
"Never help him. I want him to get tired from explaining my remark all day. That way, he'll be too exhausted to do anything stupid."
"So you did that on purpose."
"Is there anything I do that isn't on purpose? If that's answered, get out. You're in the way."
Secretary Tak worried that Yoonshin would be tired all day, but on the other hand, he didn't seem to completely hate this situation. Picking up the file on the desk, he smiled as if he expected it, politely bowed, and went outside.
Click.
The door closed. And at the same time, a gaze was felt from beyond the window. It didn't seem to be Secretary Tak's who had just left. Nor would this kind of explicit interest originate from the secretariat.
Raising his head reflexively, his gaze caught the sight of Yoonshin, who had stopped on his way to the meeting room and was looking at this side resentfully. When Seheon raised his head and their eyes met, Yoonshin explicitly put on a protesting expression asking if he knew what he had just done. Seheon countered with an arrogant expression that clearly showed he found it satisfying.
"You asked me to save you. I played favorites. What's the problem?"
Of course, the sound didn't reach outside.
As if curious about what his lip shape was saying, Yoonshin flinched. Seheon ostentatiously pressed the remote button and slapped the blinds shut. Do Yoonshin's large, absurdified eyes seemed to be visible through the gap.
He carelessly tossed the fountain pen and leaned his head comfortably against the backrest.
His brow, which had been wearing a nonchalant face, slightly furrowed.
"Interested in the smart junior?"
Tsk, clicking his tongue in annoyance, he was dumbfounded.
* * *
Secretary Tak followed behind Seheon and Mihee, who were walking side by side. The two people in front had just finished the executive meeting. Various post-mortem processing agendas regarding the employee who had passed away from an extreme choice a few months ago were the main topics of this special meeting. The firm had also defended it to the best of its ability, and in the process, Yoonshin also exerted a somewhat positive influence, so the situation was ultimately wrapped up well.
Soon, Seheon had an external meeting. Mihee had followed along to see him off to the parking garage, taking advantage of the moment. She seemed to have something she wanted to say. Even though he noticed it, when he didn't ask her about it, she exchanged a secret glance with Secretary Tak at the slanted rear and opened her mouth first in a heavily restrained tone.
"Lawyer Kang, is the moving preparation going well? I heard the house interior is almost done? You must have been in a big hurry. What's so swift about it?"
Saying that and waving her hand backward, Secretary Tak mechanically chimed in.
"Yes, indeed, the related document preparation is all complete. You just need to give the signal."
Seheon, who had been listening silently, intuitively felt that these two were dying to ask and hear so much about his cohabitation with Yoonshin that they couldn't stand it. Looking back at Mihee as if saying no way, he pointed his finger in the direction of her office.
"Go."
"Come on, Seheon. Don't be like that. Listen, throw a housewarming party or something. Huh? I'll buy expensive alcohol. I even looked at a painting to give you as a moving gift?"
"Don't rudely call the Representative's name. Use the title. Go."
"You're too much, really. You're not going to do it, a housewarming? Everyone does it when they buy a house."
"I won't. And stop asking about such things at the company. Is this an amusement park?"
Ugh. Passing by the grumbling her, Seheon walked ahead. The operation returned to failure. Secretary Tak exchanged a regretful glance with Mihee with a face that said it was as expected and followed him. The two, who immediately boarded the elevator they had held, attempted a more intimate conversation about the move once trapped in the enclosed space.
"Since it came up, since both of you live very quietly, it seems there won't be much problem with leaving the official residence empty. I'll create a document stating that you will continue to reside in the official residence for the time being. The problem is moving the luggage... what are you planning to do?"
"We'll slowly move the important things little by little, and large luggage like furniture that requires a truck, we'll just leave."
They decided to keep the moving news a secret from everyone except Mihee and Secretary Tak for a while. It was obvious that if two lawyers who were close to each other moved at the same time, it would stand out. Showing moving trucks going back and forth multiple times would be a more fatal blunder than any other mistake.
For the time being, they would align their stories to say they both continue to live in the official residence, occasionally drop by to show their faces, and then drop a remark that one of them had emptied their house with a gap of half a year to a year. It would be a very cumbersome task, but it was essential for the safety of their private lives.
"Uh, then. What will you do with the furniture?"
"I'll dispose of everything I leave behind. Strip the wallpaper too."
"All of it? The furniture in the Representative's house is originally extremely expensive even considering depreciation, and that waste... How about attributing it to the firm instead? Sell it and donate the remaining profit..."
"I can't let others use things with my fingerprints on them. Dispose of it all. Do Yoonshin's house is the same."
"Yes, understood."
While Secretary Tak answered politely, the elevator doors opened again.
Arriving at the parking garage, they stepped out together and headed for the car where his vehicle was parked. While walking and finishing the discussion on a few matters, someone suddenly popped out from behind a pillar without warning, interrupting the conversation.
"Representative!"
The uninvited guest was none other than Yoonshin.
Seheon was dumbfounded.
"What are you doing here?"
"You said you were going to a meeting. I need some help... and you two happened to be going out together."
Seeing him holding documents in his arms, it wasn't hard to guess it was a moment he needed professional advice. That was also the reason he came to him instead of the Family Law Team Leader, his immediate superior. Checking the time on his wristwatch, Seheon acted quite ruthlessly.
"Popping out without any notice, and asking me to spare time?"
"...Are you very busy? Should we do it later?"
Yoonshin stepped back but immediately felt wronged and pursed his lips.
Seeing that, Seheon relaxed his stiffened expression and smiled.
"I never said I wouldn't listen."
Realizing it was a joke and relieved, Yoonshin's complexion also collapsed accordingly.
"Who's going to give you a prize for speaking meanly?"
"No one gives me a prize, but if you squeeze it out, I can give you about 10 minutes."
"I guess that could work."
"Get in."
Secretary Tak, who had been silently reading the atmosphere between the two, headed to the car first. He stood by as if to open the back door and let them board, and Seheon got in first. Yoonshin replaced a thank-you greeting with a wink and got in from the opposite side. Secretary Tak, who closed the door, responded by bowing to them instead of saying he would step aside. Then he moved further away than a certain distance. It seemed he would wait in the lobby and check if anyone was passing by.
Yoonshin, who had been following Secretary Tak's back with his eyes until he completely disappeared from sight, slowly turned to look at Seheon. The man next to him had somehow taken out a tablet PC and was examining the screen.
"Weren't you going to listen to me?"
"My ears are open. Speak. Including the time looking at this, it's 10 minutes."
Ah.
He never goes early and waits for an appointment time. When he had to arrive right on time, he did so, but otherwise, he mostly made the other person wait. It seemed like a truly squeezed-out 10 minutes.
Quickly snapping to his senses, Yoonshin unfolded the documents he was holding and showed them to Seheon. It was a carefully prepared material with index stickers neatly attached to the main issues. He seemed to give it a quick glance with his eyes but soon lost interest. No matter how good his memory and cognitive abilities were, it was impossible to roughly grasp the case by merely glancing at it for 2 seconds. You have to read it first to be able to memorize it.
"Aren't you going to read it? Even roughly?"
"Seeing the case number is enough."
"It's not enough?"
"It's a criminal case. I'm also receiving reports on the cases you're reviewing. Isn't it a case where the original verdict was overturned?"
He was about to feel disappointed, but before those emotions could bloom, they crumbled like a sandcastle. He didn't know he was still paying close attention to his cases. Thanks to that, Yoonshin was bewildered.
When he first moved to the Family Law Team, it was true that he went through some trial and error for a while. But now, he didn't bother this man with most things. He solved them himself. So he didn't expect that he was still receiving reports on every case he reviewed.
Moreover, this wasn't even a formally accepted case; it was just a case where he received the materials. Also, he received a report on it as a pro bono, not even a Family Law Team case.
He didn't know how he could hide it so well.
"...That's right."
"Why did your voice suddenly die down?"
"I was wondering when I could ever beat you, Senior."
Slowly taking his eyes off the tablet screen, he then gently turned his head to look sideways. The expression looking at him was tinged with various colors that couldn't be fully explained in words. It seemed like he agreed with his words, and yet it didn't. The moment his gaze reached him, Yoonshin pushed the documents aside and finished speaking.
"As you said. In this case, the defendant was sentenced to a heavier penalty in the appeals court than in the original trial."
The case was about a wife crashing into the car her husband was riding in while they were proceeding with a mutual divorce, and the husband's family died in that accident. The prosecution appealed on the grounds that the original sentence was too light. And the wife admitted all charges and was sentenced to a heavier penalty in the appeals court. She didn't make any self-defense. The Family Law Team junior who learned about this case felt something was strange and requested a consultation with Yoonshin to review it together.
"So. Why are you bringing a case that's already under court detention? It's not even a formally requested case. Besides, I've read the fact inquiry report sent by the hospital where the victim was treated. It should be considered that the victim's family who was in the passenger seat died due to the crime. It was intentional. It's a reasonable sentencing."
"Yes, it seems like she hit them with intent. She must have intended to kill them all, and it's just that the husband simply got lucky and survived. But that's a bit strange. The mutual divorce was proceeding smoothly, and then she suddenly rammed into the car the husband's family was riding in as if to kill them. The pattern isn't normal."
"What are you suspecting?"
"Visibly, the husband didn't commit adultery, and he fulfilled his duties throughout the marriage. He just wanted a divorce. This sudden outburst from the wife is abnormal. There must be a cause that can't be seen with the eyes on the husband's side."
"For example, what. Gaslighting?"
Yoonshin nodded eagerly. The wife might have been immersed in a cult, or as he said, she might have been gaslighted by her husband throughout the marriage and accumulated all sorts of anger, or the conflict with her in-laws might have been extremely severe.
Unless the genders were reversed, when a woman drives a man—specifically her spouse—to death, there is generally a corresponding cause.
If the husband had provided the cause, it would have been a reason for sentence reduction. Giving that up was not common. Harassing the lawyer in every way to avoid being physically and behaviorally constrained by the order of the law was a more universal reaction. Since he too had only dealt with such clients so far, he couldn't comprehend this situation at all.
"Reading the trial records, to my eyes, it looked like the defendant wanted to go to prison. And with the maximum sentence. Have you ever seen such a case?"
Hmm. Seheon, who had been lost in thought for a short time, answered plainly.
"People who want to pay more than necessary for their sins are very rare, but that doesn't mean there are none."
"I have a feeling there's something more. If we confirm the reason why this person had no choice but to act like this, we might hold the husband responsible. Then the ruling could be overturned. She can't avoid the punishment itself, but with various factors considered in the motive for the crime, the sentence..."
"Whether reducing it is truly for that person's sake, you're curious about that point, right?"
That was the correct answer. And it hit the nail on the head.
Yoonshin couldn't bear to answer with words and grasped the documents he had pushed aside. If it were simply about work, he wouldn't have come to find the busy Seheon and bother him. It was because it was a transcendental category like values, beliefs, or the dignity of a human being that he had no choice but to seek him out. It wasn't lazily seeking an answer. He needed conviction that the judgment he made was right.
Kang Seheon was someone who often did bad things, but on the other hand, he was a person who understood better than anyone what was right and wrong.
Seheon also seemed to understand that well. His noticeably softened voice proved it.
"Lawyer Do Yoonshin, one person is seriously injured, and two people are dead. This is a murder case."
"...I know."
"A lawyer can't even take responsibility for guilt. It's regrettable."
"If I help her against her will..."
"First of all, she won't be cooperative with you, and in the worst case based on my experience, she might commit suicide. If you want to save her, let her stay in prison as a convict."
Staring blankly down at the paper, Yoonshin grabbed it again in his hand. Gripping it tightly revealed that he was struggling to accept the fact that this wasn't a case he should take. Judging by the fact that his heart felt a little lighter, perhaps he wanted to rationalize through Seheon's advice that giving up was the best option.
"I'll have to shred all of this."
"If you're really curious, I can look into why the woman went that far."
"I'd rather just stay ignorant. If I know, I'll want to do something."
"Do Yoonshin, you'll have a rough night's sleep today."
"I guess so. Thank you. I'll get out. Have a safe trip."
Completely deflated, Yoonshin reached for the door with his greeting. Glancing at his heavy-looking nape, Seheon shoved the tablet aside and reached his arm out. He pulled Yoonshin's languid shoulder and hugged him tightly from behind, kissing his nape here and there like falling rain with smacks.
As Yoonshin, whose cheeks had flushed red, tried to look back, he tightened his arms as if saying no. Whether that wasn't enough, as a warning, he bit his teeth firmly into the middle of the long neckline.
"Ugh. Can you just do this in the parking garage? Secretary Tak is just a few meters away."
"Of course, you shouldn't do such obscene things at the workplace."
Saying he shouldn't with his mouth, Seheon somehow couldn't control his instincts. With his outstretched hand, he firmly grasped Yoonshin's jaw and kissed his jawline, ear, and cheeks evenly. Not minding it, Yoonshin quietly stayed as he was doing. However, he closely scouted through sidelong glances to see if anyone was coming near.
How much time had passed? He, who had been immersed in exploring the tender flesh, slowly peeled his lips off. Feeling his breath, which had been felt around his nape, slowly recede, Yoonshin looked back.
"Senior, come to our house today. Let's sleep there."
"No, let's meet somewhere other than your house today."
"Your house?"
"The house you and I will live in. We should go see it once."
Inevitably stiffening, Yoonshin couldn't say anything.
After he officially asked to live together, the two officially purchased a luxury villa with a good view in the area Yoonshin had been drawn to. In case a privacy-related scandal arose, they had intentionally looked for a duplex building and found exactly the right property. The houses were far apart, so there was no mingling among the nearby residents, and the privacy protection was meticulously well maintained, which particularly pleased him, so he decided quickly.
Opening up the interior divided into two residential spaces and reinstalling the elevator made the interior period longer than expected. After the wait, he knew it was about time to wrap up. He was about to prepare slowly for the move anyway, since they would have to do it with a gap between them.
"Can I go see it? Did the construction finish?"
"The construction is done. Not all the furniture has come in. But going to see it, today seems like the perfect time. The password is..."
"My birthday?"
"The day we first kissed."
"It should be the day of the company dinner. It's time to admit it."
Seheon acted as he did before and still did now, with an attitude that it was out of the question.
"Well. If you remember the exact date, you'll be able to get into the house safely."
Glancing at him sideways, Yoonshin surveyed the surroundings once more just in case and pecked his lips with a smooch.
This man's comfort was extremely excellent. And perfect.
His uncomfortable and upset feelings were overlaid and covered by the happy feeling he had gifted him. As if happy to see him happy, minor joys were also etched in Seheon's eyes. It was when Yoonshin completely turned his body to place his hand on his cheek. Before he could rub or stroke his skin, he let him go from his embrace and issued a brisk eviction notice.
"Alright, consultation is over. The 10 minutes are up."
Opening his eyes wide and facing him, Yoonshin was dumbfounded.
"Wow, really merciless."
"Let's do the rest at home. See you there after work."
"Our honeymoon house...?"
Both he and he knew where he meant, but intentionally trailing off and gauging Seheon's reaction, his demeanor showed he wanted to hear the exact expression.
Naturally, not easily falling for this clumsy provocation, he answered distinctly.
"Yeah, the house you and I will live in."
"There's a much more symbolic expression right there, so what's the reason to express it so long. In modern society where simplification of procedures is vital."
"Because we haven't officially married yet. It's based on facts."
"You're going to do it someday, right? We're just cohabiting first. Pragmatically."
Unable to say no, Seheon, who had been staring at Yoonshin, moved his lips. He looked very reluctant.
"You won't leave if I don't say that, will you?"
"Wouldn't you find out if you try to hold out? I happen to be quite free. Where is the meeting? I'll just tag along. Seeing you only taking Secretary Tak, it seems like a very secret meeting..."
Scanning the neatly arranged features of his shamelessly smiling lover with his eyes, he recalled the confident words that Do Yoonshin's provisional ally had once said to him.
The criticism that Do Yoonshin's Achilles' heel had directed at him also came to mind.
The words Do Yoonshin himself had just said to him also revived like a spinning song in his ears.
Who would know.
For years, even he couldn't believe it himself, but.
Seheon hadn't beaten Yoonshin even once and was losing repeatedly.
The person in front of him seemed to know, yet not know, that he was on an undefeated winning streak against his distant superior and senior. Clicking his tongue to erase his complicated thoughts, he leaned his body forward. Then, opening the door of the seat Yoonshin was sitting in himself, he answered.
"...Alright, honeymoon house."
"..."
"Get out."
Unable to suppress the overwhelming emotion of happiness, Yoonshin grinned. He wanted to grab his cheeks and kiss him crazily, but since he had left the door open, he knew he shouldn't. As a poor substitute, he rubbed his lips on his index and middle fingers and compromised by pressing them against Seheon's lips.
The cheeks of Yoonshin, who quietly got out of the car, flushed deeply with a vivid pink hue. As usual, unable to bear showing him his retreating back, or perhaps wanting to see Seheon's face for even one more second, his footsteps walking backward without turning around felt much lighter.
"See you later."
Yoonshin, who gave a hand greeting, eventually turned around the pillar and headed to the lobby where Secretary Tak would be waiting.
"Yeah, see you later."
Recalling the traces of his lover who had completely disappeared from sight, a soft smile also hung on Seheon's lips, as if infected by Yoonshin's fully happy smile.
* * *
Yoonshin, who had been seriously looking into the front door lock, cracked his knuckles and lightly massaged them.
The password could be six or eight digits, but considering the meticulous security procedures he went through just to get here, the highest possibility was a four-digit one that wasn't that high in safety.
Phew, taking a deep breath, he very carefully began to press the buttons one by one.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
Soon, with a 'brring' sound, the door lock was unlocked.
"I knew it."
Still holding the doorknob, he burst into a laugh he couldn't hide and stepped inside. He felt a faint presence from inside, but Yoonshin wasn't surprised. He had already received a call from Seheon that his meeting time was luckily shortened and he arrived first. It would probably be him.
The interior of the house had finished interior construction, and the furniture had roughly moved in. It wasn't in its completed form, but even at this level, it looked very decent. Falling asleep and waking up in the same house as Seheon wasn't unfamiliar, but imagining living together under one roof officially made him strangely elated. Trying hard to suppress his pounding heart, he walked down the long hallway following the sound.
The place with the faint noise was the study with the door open. At first, Seheon suggested they each decorate and use their own studies since there were many empty rooms. Yoonshin flatly refused. When staying home, he would spend the most time in the study, and he hated feeling like he was bothering him then. Considering his opinion seriously, he seemed to agree and accepted making the study a shared space.
Since he heard the sound here, he too must have heard the sign of someone coming in and getting closer from outside. Swipe, pushing his head through the wide open door, Yoonshin sought Seheon's trace with his eyes. He was closer than expected and flicked his finger for him to come closer. Then, pointing at the mostly empty bookshelf, he opened his mouth.
"Do you want to do the upper floor, or the lower floor?"
"You mean the space to put books, right?"
"Did you think I was talking about sex positions? What are you thinking living like that?"
The question was so explicit that he was a bit flustered and chose roughly without much deliberation.
"No? Not really. Um... the lower floor. I'll be on the bottom."
"You still know your place well. That's right, you're the bottom floor."
It seemed like he was talking about sex positions?
When he substituted those words with his eyes, Seheon read it like a ghost and answered nonchalantly.
"For your information, you don't need to choose top or bottom for sex positions. You can do it in all four directions: east, west, south, and north."
"...Really?"
"Why are you asking back. Try to recall your memories well."
Carefully ruminating on the memories of being with him, Yoonshin's face flushed red and he burst into laughter. Soon, he stepped closer to Seheon and hugged his broad back. Lightly massaging his hands crossed in an X shape around his abdomen, he finished speaking.
"For the time being, move the necessary items little by little. I'll empty the official residence after you've completely moved your luggage. We'll officially live together after my move is finished, right? As I said last time, make sure to keep one car at the official residence for now and show your face about once a week."
Despite the kind explanation, Yoonshin couldn't retort. When the other's reaction deviated from his expectations, Seheon was quite surprised. Skillfully adjusting their posture so they faced each other instead of looking in the same direction, he gently lifted Yoonshin's chin, who kept trying to hide in his broad embrace. Pushing it up with his fingertips to make them meet eyes, his demeanor of reluctantly matching his eye level was quite different from usual.
Looking into the deep eyes for a long time, he realized why Yoonshin was acting like this and asked softly. It was a very affectionate tone that people would have a hard time imagining coming from him.
"Are you scared?"
Yoonshin admitted it obediently and gave a slight nod.
Just that single word couldn't explain all the feelings of this moment. But if he had to choose one among all the feelings that sporadically arose, what Seheon said was right.
The reason he could be as proactive as he wanted until now was because the other person was someone who deliberated carefully. From small things like trivial skinship, to big things like cohabitation, or marriage... If he rambled on about the ideal things he wanted to do as lovers, he would somehow make them a reality. In the process, taking the best stance. He sought ways to ensure they wouldn't hurt each other as much as possible.
Thanks to that, on his side, no matter how unreasonable a request he made, and even making Seheon grant it whether voluntarily or involuntarily, he had never been hurt even once. However, this time he had learned something from the incident with his sister. Just because he wasn't affected didn't guarantee that Seheon wouldn't be affected either.
Yoonshin sometimes acted innocently to balance things with him, but he wasn't dull or slow. He became terrified that the greed he displayed might hurt Seheon.
"I realized that the official residence was a protective shield between us."
"So you're saying you're scared because there's no corner to escape to. Do you want to back out?"
"It's not like that, but..."
"I agonized over it for a long time, and since I decided, I will never back down now. You're stuck with me. You brought this all upon yourself."
"Now there's really nowhere to go back, but what if our relationship becomes a useful card in someone's hands? What if you hear things you shouldn't hear again because of me?"
There was only one gate to enter. The parking garage was a shared space only the two used, and from now on, they would share the same password for the front door. They would split the study in half, and in the bedroom, they planned to fall asleep together every night. He knew all of this, but seeing it with his own eyes brought a different kind of emotion.
Not everyone welcomed this relationship. Even psychologically close people were the same. Mihee and Secretary Tak, who knew their relationship, only quietly cheered them on, and regarding his sister, he had only thought of positive outcomes, assuming she would naturally welcome it, so he had never imagined such a situation. But now, the reality that he hadn't needed to see, thanks to him hiding him behind, had reached right before his nose. To be optimistic about every moment in this house, Kang Seheon was a person with too many enemies.
"It's because of Director Do's matter, right? Your mind is obvious."
"Let's just say I've become a bit more mature."
"This won't do."
"What?"
"Once it's opened, you can't get a refund."
"What?"
From some point on, he couldn't clearly understand the meaning of his words. Even if he couldn't refund the house, he could sell it to someone else. He could only guess it was a figurative expression. When Yoonshin didn't understand, Seheon suddenly answered by lifting him up in his arms. If he had held him nicely in his arms, the shape might have been a bit better. Slinging him over his shoulder like a sack and slipping out of the study without hesitation, Yoonshin, who was lifted up in bewilderment, struggled.
"What are you doing right now?"
Slap.
It felt like a warning to snap out of it. He lightly struck his buttocks with a large palm, walked down the hallway, and entered the inner room. To Yoonshin's knowledge, this room was the largest bedroom in the house. They had agreed to place a custom-made extra-large bed here. He threw Yoonshin down onto that very bed, which was twice the size of a normal bed. Not stopping there, he pressed his whole body down on his startled, struggling body and completely mounted him.
Yoonshin, who had grasped Seheon's intention from the moment he stepped into the bedroom doorway, grabbed his belt buckle and asked.
"Can you really do it on a bed that doesn't even have sheets yet? There's only a mattress?"
"Since we're here, we have to have an inauguration ceremony."
"What about my back surviving here?"
"I won't strip you."
"Will that alone solve it?"
"I'll be gentle."
In most cases, the only time reliable Kang Seheon was untrustworthy was on the bed. Outside the bed, he generally kept his promises, but on the bed, he was unpredictable. Some days he kept his promises, other days he completely ignored them. The ratio was about half and half. Moreover, Kang Seheon didn't know how to have sex 'gently'. He was the kind of person who wouldn't even admit it even if he knew. He had even admitted it himself when he was hospitalized from an accident. So, whatever else he didn't know, he was certain of this one thing.
"You won't be gentle."
"Don't be too scared. We can't just have pseudo-sex for months again."
"There's nothing to use as lubricant here..."
"We did it a lot last night, so it'll still be loose."
"Loose... Are you done talking? It's not?"
"You'll know once we check."
"Gasp...!"
Unfastening the off-guard Yoonshin's belt buckle, stripping his lower garments in an instant and pulling them down to his thighs, he stared at his underwear. Soon, he bent his waist deeply and long licked the perineum area that stood out over the thin fabric with the tip of his tongue.
Hah. Even though it was the house they would live in, Yoonshin, who was still feeling unfamiliar, let out a swallowed moan. At the same time, he recalled his condition today and tomorrow's schedule in his head. Not only that, but he faithfully pictured all the relevant details, from Seheon's considerate emotion that brought him to this room at this very moment to the tight excitement rising up his throat.
He didn't know anymore himself.
"You'll really be gentle, right...?"
"...I won't break it."
"Wait, that's a different thing?"
From then on, it was swift. He skillfully stripped off his drawers, pulled them down, down, and made the pale thighs, which were practically floating in the air, settle stably on his upper body. Then he placed his two free hands on both sides of Yoonshin's private parts. Pressing hard with his thumbs to widely open the entrance of the hole, he sharpened his tongue and pushed the flesh inside.
"Ah-uk. Hut."
Usually, he would start by putting his fingers in, but at this moment, he seemed to be in quite a hurry too. Seheon's red tongue tip roughly went in and out of the hole. He seemed worried that the fragile mucous membranes, which had been fiercely thrust into by his genitals last night, might still be in shock. He repeatedly put his tongue in and out meticulously as if suppressing the heat.
Thanks to that, Yoonshin's two legs dangling from his upper arm trembled. He had no choice but to groan as if suffering from the residual heat while throwing his head back. Struggling in agony, he grabbed his hair for no reason. Every time the tip of his tongue plunged deep inside, his breath hitched completely.
Having dated Seheon for several years, he had truly committed every obscene act possible on the bed. Yet, he could never get used to this act. It was uncomfortable, extremely embarrassing, but he didn't dislike it, so he couldn't tell him to stop and just kept groaning. Since he didn't refuse, his reaction became more lewd. It was a subtle difference, but definite. It seemed he was crazy excited just from licking and stirring up his bottom.
"Senior, heu..."
"Huu, I think I can put it in. It's still soft."
"Do you have a condom? I don't."
He, who had his face buried between his crotch, suddenly raised his body. Overlapping his upper body closely, he insisted on whispering in his ear in this wide space with only the two of them.
"I don't want anything between you and me."
Embarrassed, Yoonshin flushed his cheeks red and wiggled his feet instead of answering yes or no. He already had a face that knew what he wanted to say.
Now that he thought about it, he had mastered sweet teasing. Maybe he knew him inside out too well. Seductively coaxing him with a kind tone and endlessly soft voice unlike usual was honestly foul play.
Trying to swing both arms to hit him somewhere on his upper body out of unjust resentment, Seheon shrugged and responded with subsequent actions.
"I knew you'd like it. Lift your hips."
Simultaneously with the command, he effortlessly lifted Yoonshin, took off his jacket, folded it neatly, and placed it under his back. Then he grabbed Yoonshin's wrist and forcefully rubbed it against his front. Rubbing his palm several times against his massive bulge, both of them inevitably got excited. Every time he stimulated it, the breath he let out, lowered as much as possible, was mixed with heavily suppressed desire. The air in the room, which quickly turned red, was almost embarrassing.
After sweeping his hand from the root to the glans over his clothes as he guided a few times, Yoonshin stepped up more aggressively. He awkwardly raised his body lying on the bed, unfastened Seheon's belt buckle, and pulled down the zipper. He could feel his thing, which had gotten excited at some point and hardened to the maximum, bouncing out as if to pop out. Just imagining that weapon piercing through him made his whole body tremble. Barely taking a deep breath to regain his composure, he pulled the drawers down a bit to open up some breathing room.
It wasn't easy to take out his genitals, which looked even more massive than usual today. As he struggled to pull it out, Seheon, perhaps turned on by the slow and clumsy touch, closed his eyes tightly, opened them, took a long breath, and bit his lip.
"Haa, I'm going to suffocate waiting."
"For no reason, since it's the first time in this house, I'm nervous like it's our first night... I'm almost done."
Staring down at Yoonshin, he moved his lips. Uncharacteristically, he looked anxious. Finally, Yoonshin, who had completely taken it out from the glans to the scrotum, raised his pupils. The moment he met it, even the act of familiarly spreading the captive's legs as if he had waited and taking his place in that gap was full of impatience.
"A first night. It's classic to do that on a trip, right?"
Yoonshin, who had been trying to ease the tension in his lower body, suddenly stiffened. With himself lying below hoisting both thighs up and resting his ankles over his shoulders, and the man above sticking his genitals out between his spread crotch in a state where only his pants were slightly undone, they faced each other in an obscene posture.
"...A trip?"
"I couldn't go then because I got too busy so suddenly. I thought you'd show you were disappointed, but since you didn't, I became the disappointed one. Why are you so thoughtful? It makes me feel bad."
"Can, can you make time? For real this time?"
"How about France."
"France? Is it okay to go that far?"
"Let's go see Toulouse-Lautrec's paintings."
"..."
"You can be more surprised. It means going on a honeymoon. Both you and I are busy, so it wouldn't hurt to go before we get married. Pragmatically."
Was this really coming out of Kang Seheon's mouth?
Because he was voluntarily reciting things he would only do if begged, Yoonshin didn't know what to do. It was right then that his attention was completely stolen by his red lips, which were unpredictable about what they would spit out next.
"Sen... ah-uk! Ah!"
Thrust!
He didn't miss the narrow gap while the ecstatic prey had half lost his mind.
Seheon slyly shoved his penis into the sensitive hole all at once. The erect glans that charged in with a ferocious momentum filled the space between the inner walls, which were still somewhat open from doing it a lot last night as he said. Nevertheless, it was naturally an overwhelming mass, so Yoonshin's mouth gaped open. For a moment, he couldn't even breathe from the pain. He merely endured the stinging pain of the moment that massive, club-like penis was stuck inside him, counting them one by one.
Hahk. Hahk. Belatedly managing to breathe consecutively, Yoonshin screamed like a shriek.
"It hurts! Kang Seheon, it hurts...!"
Already, his thing was way too big, so it wasn't easy to handle it entirely with his narrow private parts.
When it was shoved in without warning, it hurt so much that his breath hitched.
"Putting it in all at once hurts less. It's all for you."
"You speak so well...! Ah! Aheung, eut!"
It was before the protest even ended. As if to gag him, his unstoppable intercourse began. Thud, thump. Every time he thrust his hips up with force, Yoonshin's body noisily heaved multiple times.
The message he wanted to convey with his body's conversation instead of words crossed over to him faithfully.
All the tasks laid before the two were still extremely difficult, and perhaps countless hardships that would be even harder to overcome would rush in after the buffer zone of the official residence disappeared as Yoonshin feared, but still, it meant let's attempt this voyage without a beacon.
Because he wanted to be together for a long time enough to disregard all other risk factors.
Feeling his thing thrust heavily inside him, Yoonshin laboriously reached out and grabbed the firm forearm in front of him. He realized his hands were losing strength and his fingers were trembling, but far from letting go, he held him even more desperately. The hand that tightly gripped his shirt convulsed. Seheon must also be feeling it all. How desperately and passionately he loved him right now. Because his dangerously fluctuating emotions were also felt by him entirely.
Every time Seheon thrust in and out, it felt like his brain was melting. He already knew the pleasure of climax well because he had taught him in detail. Yoonshin at this very moment was thrilled with his heart about to burst from emotion, not just simple pleasure. Probably many people living on this earth would call that happiness.
"Hut. Ah, it's rough. Slo, slowly..."
"Are you excited? The sensitivity is good."
"Eung, doing it slowly... feels so good. Ah..."
"It's hard to do it gently. This is really... an impossible thing to do."
"Heu, heu. It feels good."
"I wish you'd tell me you're less anxious now. I wanted to see your happy face."
Thinking about it, the conversation in the study led to this intercourse in the bedroom. Knowing best that he felt most reassured when held in his arms, he prescribed the fastest and most extreme measure. Slowly lifting his half-open eyelids, Yoonshin confessed everything without hiding his flushed cheeks, glossy eyes, gaze full of lust, and lips that kept parting for him.
It felt like it had been a while since he spoke like this. Recently, Seheon had become more generous with his affection than before.
"I love you too."
He too hadn't expected to hear those words at this timing, so he paused for a moment. Then, pressing down as if crushing him completely, he loaded his entire weight onto Yoonshin and let out a hollow breath.
"Haa... I'm really going to go crazy because of you."
He himself felt like he was going to go crazy because of this man.
"Senior, wait, it went in too deep, ah, it hurts, mm."
Pistoning infinitely more leisurely than usual, Seheon couldn't hold back anymore and kissed Yoonshin. Yoonshin, who had been moving his body around because his thighs were pulled, also offered his lips to him, forgetting all the pain for a moment. Hot breath was exhaled from both of their mouths. The two, who had completely lunged at each other, connected the tongue tip above and the private parts below, and indulged in immediate sex with nothing blocking them.
Thump, thump.
The frame of the sturdy new bed, which didn't even have sheets on it yet, creaked.
Their cozy space for just the two, where they would write countless new stories ahead.
It was endlessly soaking into a sweet air resembling ripened love.