# Chapter 93
Just as Dohyuk was about to squeeze his body between Junseo’s outstretched arms, Sangjun’s voice, which he had forgotten about, shattered the mood.
“I don’t know about that. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t forget I’m in the room.”
After deliberately entering Dohyuk’s embrace and resting his chin on his shoulder, Junseo asked in a voice loud enough for Sangjun to hear.
“Hyung. Can’t we just have a room to ourselves? We’re a couple who’ve promised each other a future.”
Wondering when exactly they had promised a future together, Dohyuk momentarily closed his mouth.
“No. Esper Choi Dohyuk promised me a future first. He promised to write me an incident report.”
“Ji Sangjun. You be quiet.”
It was clear that he didn’t say “Shut up, Ji Sangjun” because of Dohyuk. Sangjun chuckled, lying on his side in the bed, and asked Dohyuk.
“Esper Choi Dohyuk. Am I wrong? I was first, wasn’t I?”
Since the future Sangjun proposed felt more realistic to Dohyuk, he finally sighed and gently pushed Junseo away. Sitting back at his desk with his chair, Dohyuk picked up his pen and slowly responded.
“Yes, I’m writing the incident report now.”
“That’s right. Your future with me comes first, doesn’t it?”
As Sangjun smiled spitefully, Junseo approached him with a gentle smile.
“Ji Sangjun.”
“What is it?”
Junseo whispered to Sangjun in a voice so low that Dohyuk couldn’t hear.
“I’ve already fired two shots, you know.”
“Right! Two shots is your limit, isn’t it? It’s rechargeable, right?”
Junseo’s lips parted. ‘Shall we find out?’ Junseo’s lips moved silently before he smiled brightly and reached into his pocket. At that moment, Sangjun left the room with superhuman speed. It was a movement that an ordinary person probably couldn’t have even properly seen. Looking back at the door that had slammed shut, Junseo casually twirled the crudely shaped gun he had taken out of his pocket. What nonsense about three shots. He had clearly told him last time that two shots was the limit.
Startled by the sudden noise, Dohyuk turned from his desk, but all he could see was Junseo’s bright, smiling face.
# Chapter 93
No matter how much Junseo tried to coax him, Dohyuk stubbornly persisted in prioritizing the incident report. As a result, Junseo, with a thoroughly sulky expression, let time pass spitefully.
By the time Dohyuk finished writing the report and put down his pen, Junseo had already fallen asleep after mercilessly messing up Dohyuk’s neatly arranged bedding. Not like a sulking cat at all. Suppressing a laugh that threatened to escape, Dohyuk approached Junseo.
He had reason to be tired. Even Dohyuk, an Esper, was starting to feel his eyelids grow heavy, so it was impressive that Junseo, a Guide, had managed to act unbothered until now. Even the neat-natured Jihun had collapsed and fallen asleep without even showering. Though Junseo had endured a bit longer, it must have been his limit too. Dohyuk quietly knelt beside the bed and gazed endlessly at Junseo’s sleeping face. It was the next best option he could choose, wanting to touch him yet afraid to disturb him—a contradictory feeling.
It was amazing how he could have the most composed expression in the world while clutching a completely wrinkled edge of the blanket. The faint sound of sleeping Junseo’s breath embroidered the silent space. The small shadow cast by his long eyelashes didn’t move at all. His gaze traveled down the straight bridge of Junseo’s nose to his lips. He half-opened his mouth to let out a habitual sigh, then closed it again. His eyes, endlessly engraving the other person, grew dry.
Finally, Dohyuk let out a small sigh.
What am I going to do when I like you so much?
At first, it had been a clumsy and hasty confession born of stifling feelings and anxiety. Unlike what he had imagined, the sincerity he spilled out hadn’t possessed a brilliant and beautiful color. The uneven, unpolished words were closer to a selfish cry that felt like he would suffocate and die if he didn’t say them. He thought that if he could take his first breath after holding back for so long, he might be able to endure for a while longer.
But with that first breath, his desire rose endlessly.
As his upper body leaned forward, his fingertips pressing down on the bed turned pale white. It was just as he was about to lower his lips onto the sleeping person’s lips.
Dohyuk stopped his movement.
“…When did you wake up?”
While he was stammering with a startled expression, half raising his body, strong arms ensnared Dohyuk before he could reply. Their lips locked helplessly.
He couldn’t even tell when he’d ended up lying on the bed. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to avoid the pitch-black gaze that stared at him persistently like a half-starved beast. It was as stupid as an animal hiding only its head in the ground, but he couldn’t think of any other way.
The tongue that entered between his lips was incomparably more intense than usual. Despite the familiar scent and familiar lips, his fingertips trembled at the strangely unfamiliar feeling. Perhaps noticing this awkward state, a playful voice, melting with laughter, whispered in his ear.
“How can you tremble like this when I haven’t even started guiding you yet?”
The intention to tease was so obvious that Dohyuk instinctively contradicted Junseo, even knowing that the more he caught onto these words, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.
“…You’re lying.”
“Why, do you think I’m lying because it feels too good?”
Lips collided with the tip of his chin. When he unconsciously tilted his head back and lifted his chin, he heard a low laugh. “It’s true,” whispered those lips as they moved lower. After blankly lying there as if entranced, he flinched at the hand moving toward his top. The laughter from earlier now sounded from an even lower place.
Dohyuk unconsciously opened his mouth. The tip of his tongue exposed to the air was slightly dry. Breathing heavily with excitement, Dohyuk frowned with one eye.
“Wait, Junseo. It’s embar… Wait!”
Instinctively realizing what he was about to do, Dohyuk hurriedly pulled him up. Junseo smiled slightly at the sight of Dohyuk’s deeply furrowed face turning so red that his original skin color was unrecognizable.
“How embarrassing?”
The sounds of kissing leaked out unfiltered, and Dohyuk, red all the way to the back of his neck, tried to raise his upper body. At that moment, Junseo caught Dohyuk. Dohyuk could only twist his head, collapsing with a gasp.
The beautiful face, still smiling, urged Dohyuk on. Even amid the heavy air, Junseo’s scent touching his nose was incomparably fresh.
“Tell me, hyuuung. How long do you want to wait?”
The cheek touching his nape was as soft as a child’s skin. But because of the provocative voice, Dohyuk couldn’t figure out how to deal with him.
“…The door, isn’t… locked.”
Out of breath, Dohyuk closed his mouth again and swallowed.
“Ah, are you afraid Ji Sangjun might come back in?”
Laughter mixed with the small kisses falling on his lips. Even though he hadn’t answered, Junseo seemed to have guessed, as his smile deepened. He won’t come in today. He’s perceptive, so he knows. The voice whispering delicately in his ear began to tempt Dohyuk like a devil. The spreading heat ignited his neck with a flash. He felt so dizzy that the room seemed to spin. Dohyuk finally gasped out his words.
“No. Now… I haven’t prepared properly. I don’t want to make it hard for you. Later…”
Despite having overcome his embarrassment to voice his refusal, the face before him was laughing brightly, finding something incredibly amusing. The usually gentle eyes took on a strangely different color. Unable to find appropriate words to describe this appearance, Dohyuk simply stared blankly at Junseo. Eventually, Junseo’s lips stretched wide. He might have made a sound like a sigh, something like “Ha.”
“What kind of preparation?”
“No…”
Dohyuk finally averted his gaze, feeling as if he couldn’t breathe. As if not wanting Dohyuk’s answer, the voice continued gently. Unlike the breezy tone, the mood that had seeped in was incomparably gloomy. It felt like water dripping in his ear. Suddenly, it was as if he’d been thrown into a basement, with every sensation he touched feeling damp.
The still brightly smiling face continued pretending to be well-behaved.
“I really don’t understand what kind of preparation you mean. Why are you being so naughty?”
Junseo pressed with a voice that would be perfectly suited for reciting lyrical poetry.
“…S-sorry. I…”
With hands that wanted to fully embrace him, he could only futilely scratch at the sheet underneath him.
“Did you do this with other people too?”
At those words, despite being so melted that he could hardly gather his senses, he felt wronged.
“I like you.”
Junseo’s movements stopped, and only then could Dohyuk regulate his breathing.
“……”
“You said… that I could be greedy… So I was greedy. …For you.”
He cradled the back of Junseo’s head and kissed wherever he could reach. The hair touching his lips swayed gently, and Dohyuk’s whisper was vivid enough to be seen.
“You’re my first.”
Junseo tilted his head back to look at Dohyuk. The plump flesh under his eyes rose. His round eyes transformed into the most beautiful curve in the world. Dohyuk melted helplessly at the eye-smile that spread as warmly as sunshine.
When those pitch-black eyes clearly reflected him, Dohyuk closed his eyes and pulled Junseo close.
He lost himself in emotions so complex that even he couldn’t grasp them.
