No Eunjae only half came to his senses when it was time to get out of the taxi. He was still staggering, but at least he could stand on his own two feet.
He wasn’t fully sober though. Every step he took wobbled like he was about to collapse. If Haejun left him like this, he might end up face-down on the street and freeze to death.
Clicking his tongue, Haejun shoved his head between Eunjae’s arm and side. With the heavy arm slung over his shoulder, he trudged forward one step at a time, like an ant hauling a chunk of bread bigger than its own body.
By the time they finally got up in the elevator, sweat had dampened the back of his neck. Maybe it was because Eunjae had buried his face there, breathing hot and uneven against his skin. Haejun wiped his neck roughly and barely managed to reach Eunjae’s door.
“Hey. Get it together. We’re home.”
Eunjae only mumbled, still unable to support himself properly. Maybe he mistook Haejun for a sturdy utility pole, because he suddenly wrapped both arms around him in a tight hug. Haejun tried to pry himself free, but even drunk, the guy was strong as hell. He ended up crushed in his arms.
“Hyuuung......”
The big bastard whined and leaned his full weight onto Haejun. A strangled groan slipped out of him. He was sandwiched between Eunjae and the door like a slice of ham.
“Move, damn it.”
He pushed at the broad chest, not wanting to be flattened like dried squid, but the guy must’ve spent all his spare time working out. He didn’t budge, like a wall. For a split second Haejun considered lifting his knee and kicking him in the groin.
He made his decision and raised his heel—
“Hyung... I saw.”
Haejun froze.
For someone supposedly drunk, the pronunciation was too clear. Eunjae’s voice echoed through the empty hallway.
Ding. The elevator chimed at that exact moment. Before anyone could see this mess, Haejun tightened his grip, trying to shove Eunjae aside.
It wasn’t enough. Eunjae held his ground and grabbed Haejun’s arm instead, meeting his eyes. His lids were half closed. He sounded coherent, but he was still out of it.
“I saw you sucking another player’s dick.”
The moment he finished speaking, Eunjae’s head dropped heavily onto Haejun’s neck. The hand gripping his arm went slack.
And what the hell was he supposed to do with that?
They must’ve been in the same room that day. It was humiliating, sure, but the past couldn’t be undone. No matter what he did, the fact that he’d sold his body for money wouldn’t vanish. So he just accepted it.
What was the point of bringing up old shit? If Eunjae tried teasing him about it later, he’d just cut him off. That was all he thought.
Even for drunk rambling, this was too much. Any desire to drag Eunjae inside vanished. The hallway was indoors at least; he wouldn’t freeze to death. Haejun let the heavy body drop to the floor and straightened his aching back.
That was when he finally felt the gaze from the dark end of the corridor.
He wondered why he’d noticed so late. He should’ve turned the moment the elevator doors opened.
“...Feels like I interrupted something good.”
Lee Kangjoo stood there with one hand in his pocket, leaning slightly. He didn’t even look at Eunjae. His eyes were fixed solely on Haejun, who stood frozen, hand clamped over his mouth.
“New client?”
“No!”
Haejun shouted in panic at the calm question. Unlike him, Kangjoo never rushed. He approached leisurely, glanced at Eunjae once, then nudged him aside with the tip of his shoe like he was pushing trash.
“No, I think you’re misunderstanding. This bastard’s drunk out of his mind right now... It’s not like that. We’re not like that!”
“Didn’t you use that excuse with Han Yeonghwa too?”
“It’s true. He’s just— Ah. No Eunjae. I told you about him before, remember? A junior I met at the bar.”
“The one who watched you suck another man’s cock?”
“......”
So he’d heard that. Haejun should’ve knocked Eunjae out cold the moment he started talking.
Even if they weren’t shouting, this wasn’t something to discuss in an open hallway. And he didn’t want [N O V E L I G H T] Kangjoo walking away disappointed. So he hurriedly punched in his door code and flung the door open.
“Come inside...! I’ll explain inside. It’s really not what you think...”
It felt so unfair he could go insane. He wanted to prove himself somehow. To shout that he hadn’t had inappropriate contact with anyone but him. That he’d kept his promise faithfully.
Was it because he’d only just realized his own feelings? He was desperate to clear this ridiculous misunderstanding. He rubbed his fingers anxiously without realizing it.
“I ran into him at a bar I went to with a friend...”
“So?”
Kangjoo wasn’t angry.
Most people would throw punches or scream to vent their rage. There was none of that from him.
He was just quiet. He never raised his voice. His expression didn’t change. His complexion was the same as always. Even his tone was identical.
That flatness made Haejun even more anxious.
“He was passed out at the bar earlier. He lives right next door, so I couldn’t just leave him...”
His shoulders shrank without him noticing. He couldn’t even get half of what he wanted to say out. By the end his voice trailed off into a mumble.
Head lowered, lips bitten tight, his chest tightened with anxiety. Like a prisoner awaiting a death sentence, he squeezed his eyes shut—until he heard his name.
“Cha Haejun.”
His shoulders jolted.
“Looks like you’re short on money. Busy selling your body here and there.”
“That’s not—”
“Is it in your nature? A slut by default. Was the condition I set that hard to keep?”
“......”
“If you can’t even manage something this basic, my mood becomes rather...”
Kangjoo trailed off, falling briefly into thought. Not for long. He soon smiled faintly at Haejun.
Haejun couldn’t smile back.
The smile drawn across Kangjoo’s lips felt ominous. A cold premonition ran through him that this night wouldn’t end gently.
“I think I’ve treated you pretty well so far.”
“Sir, I really—”
“I may not pay for what I eat, but I’m very good at treating people like objects. That’s my specialty.”
“......”
“Let’s do that tonight.”
A large hand shot out and clamped over Haejun’s lower face, squeezing his lips and jaw. As if no words from him would be heard anymore. From that hand—usually carrying a faint, familiar scent—he thought he smelled something like thin blood.
* * *
When No Eunjae had drunkenly run his mouth, and Lee Kangjoo had overheard it, Haejun had known things wouldn’t go smoothly.
But he hadn’t imagined this.
The air inside was warm, but the temperature against his skin felt cold enough to raise goosebumps. Being completely naked from head to toe only made it worse.
He wasn’t entirely without anything on. The curtain tie bound his wrists together. And around the base of his cock hung a circular ring like a grotesque ring.
Haejun was in the middle of sucking him off. Kneeling between Kangjoo’s legs on the sofa, head pressed against his thigh, mouth opened as wide as it would go.
The bound wrists were uncomfortable but bearable. The problem was that damn ring. The thing that prevented ejaculation had been a freebie the shop owner tossed in when he’d bought lube once, telling him to try it.
He should’ve thrown it away the moment he got it. Why had he shoved it in a drawer instead? A torture device like that belonged straight in the trash. Then his innocent cock wouldn’t be suffering like this.
“...Ugh!”
A rough hand gripped his hair and yanked. His brows crumpled. His head was forced up. Kangjoo looked down at him like he was pathetic.
“Seems like you have the leisure to think about other things.”
“That’s not it, if you’d just take that off—”
Grinding his hips in desperation, Haejun pleaded, saying he could do better. Every time his cock threatened to harden, the ring tightened mercilessly at the base, making it impossible to focus.
If it were anyone else, they might’ve pitied the teary look and given in.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work on Lee Kangjoo.
Instead, he grabbed the back of Haejun’s head and shoved him back down onto his cock.
He couldn’t use his hands. He couldn’t pull away.
The only thing he could use was his mouth.
Maybe making him come quickly would end it faster—but Kangjoo lasted far longer than most. With no other choice, Haejun swallowed back a sob and wrapped his lips around him.
He licked from base to tip, slow and thorough, then took the rigid flesh into his mouth. The moment his palate scraped, he flinched—and at the same time his own cock twitched. The ring tightened cruelly at the base, sending pain shooting through him.
A deep crease formed between his brows. His head, which had been moving up and down, stilled for a moment.
“Why hasn’t your skill improved? Or is acting like a virgin your hobby?”
Kangjoo let out a long sigh and wrapped his leg around the back of Haejun’s neck, pressing him down. The heavy weight forced his cock all the way to the back of Haejun’s throat in one thrust.
