It was an arrogant tone utterly devoid of even the smallest courtesy. And at the same time, it was a single statement backed by enormous self-confidence. In that moment, Park Ian’s body trembled as though he might come right then and there. His heartbeat spiked to a near-breaking pace. This was it. The ruthlessness lurking beneath all that politeness. Park Ian felt like he’d sensed it on instinct.
“……And if that’s what I want?”
Park Ian answered, almost deferentially. It felt like the only way he could respond. Completely overwhelmed by the atmosphere Moon Heesung radiated, that arrogant, composed façade of his had vanished without a trace — and he was whispering with trembling fingertips.
Feeling the drug beginning to take effect, Moon Heesung tilted his stiffening neck slightly and replied in a flat tone that ran contrary to the heat rising through him.
“I warned you it wasn’t a good idea.”
“I’m not the type who only does good things.”
“I’ll only say it three times.”
At the humorless, utterly sincere warning, Park Ian began rubbing his lips against Moon Heesung’s nape like a man in heat. At the blatant signal, Moon Heesung let out a low breath and closed the rear door. Watching the gap slowly shut, Park Ian felt his excitement climb another level.
Sensing the wordless permission had been granted, Park Ian hurriedly began pulling off his outer layers. The door hadn’t even fully closed before Park Ian moved both hands to Moon Heesung’s belt buckle to get his pants open. The metallic click rang out obscenely, and at the sight of Moon Heesung’s cock beginning to harden under the influence of the drug against the front of his trousers, Park Ian rapidly lost his composure.
“Haa….”
Sex. Honestly, Moon Heesung didn’t attach much significance to it. He thought of it as little more than a sport — something you put in and got put into — but the reason he’d issued that warning came down to Park Ian’s social standing, and his own title as manager. Beyond that, if it came to sleeping together, Moon Heesung had no particular feelings about it either way. He was a man himself, and there had been times in prison when he’d actually gotten hard and fucked someone. He was about as indifferent to anything sexual as a person could be.
That said, the reason he hadn’t given permission for the back was also precisely because he was a man. When it came to positions, he was the one doing the fucking — never the one being fucked. So that role was familiar to him. Especially people like this, who came at him in heat — they were never a challenge for Moon Heesung. But messily hooking up day after day was something he had no interest in. The number of times he’d fucked someone without meaning to could be counted on one hand, but his habits in bed weren’t good — once he started, he would, in the most literal sense, leave the other person wrecked. He wasn’t talking about technique or skill. He meant he treated his partners without any care whatsoever. He’d never needed to show consideration to the criminal scum he’d dealt with back then — men who deserved to die anyway. A wet breath broke through Moon Heesung’s lips.
Moon Heesung moved his head back, leaned idly against the car seat, and fixed his gaze nowhere near Park Ian as the man worked to bring him fully hard. Then, irritated by the wave of sensation washing over him, he absentmindedly cast his eyes out the window — and in that moment, a shadow drew closer outside the glass. Before any trace of alarm could register on Moon Heesung’s face —
Bang!
The sound of something slamming against the window hard enough to shatter it froze both people inside the car.
“Wh-, what the—?”
Park Ian startled and lifted his head from between Moon Heesung’s thighs. His lips were slick and obscene with saliva. Before either of them could fully process what was happening, the person outside struck the door again. The force was tremendous — the entire massive van shuddered from the impact.
“What the hell, who’s this crazy bastard?!”
The parking garage and the car interior were dark enough that the face outside wasn’t clearly visible from within. Moon Heesung, equally shaken for once, immediately yanked his pants back up. Park Ian, displeased that the interruption had cut things off, grabbed Moon Heesung urgently.
“Just ignore it.”
But it was as though those words had been heard — the person outside followed it with another punch against the window. It looked like the reinforced glass might actually break at this rate, so Moon Heesung pried Park Ian’s hand off. As time passed, the drug was hitting harder and cold sweat was beginning to surface, but Moon Heesung handled it with composure.
“At this rate, more people are going to notice.”
Moon Heesung snapped back to himself in an instant. Park Ian bit his lower lip and glared at the intruder who had appeared out of nowhere. Then, without even straightening his clothes, he opened the door. Moon Heesung moved to stop him, but the door swung open faster.
“Which bastard—…!”
The door was barely half open, and before Park Ian could finish, a long arm reached in. A long, outstretched arm — and a hand that seized Moon Heesung’s arm. Large, but with long, fine fingers — a strikingly beautiful hand. The moment Moon Heesung saw that hand, he knew exactly who it belonged to.
“…Yoo Sinju…?”
It was Park Ian who said the name first. At the same time, Yoo Sinju’s gaze — ferocious and burning — landed on the disheveled state of the two of them and on the obscenely wet gleam of Park Ian’s lips.
“……Get out.”
A voice that sounded like it was about to rupture forced its way in. Lower than before, bitten down, ground to pieces. Moon Heesung’s brow twitched at the sensation that hit him in that instant. He felt the place between his legs — where the drug had begun doing its work in earnest — responding to that voice.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing right now?”
Park Ian was too dumbfounded to close his mouth — the unexpected intruder was Yoo Sinju, of all people. But without any explanation, Yoo Sinju yanked Moon Heesung toward him with brute force. Moon Heesung, equally stunned, couldn’t get a word out. All he could do was be dragged along by a force that was hauling him out and pulling him somewhere without any clear direction.
“What are you— Senior! No — Yoo Sinju! Stop right there?!”
Park Ian’s desperate voice rang out toward the two figures growing more distant. He looked ready to follow, but a glimpse of an outsider in the distance made him suddenly remember his own position, and he hesitated.
“Hey!”
As they kept moving away, Park Ian’s thunderous shout crashed through the air. But Yoo Sinju paid it no mind and kept walking, pulling Moon Heesung along in silence. Moon Heesung’s legs were unsteady from the haze, and Yoo Sinju was moving at a pace brisk enough to make even that worse — and before long, he had dragged Moon Heesung all the way to his own car and shoved him into the driver’s seat. Half-thrown into the driver’s seat, Moon Heesung tracked Yoo Sinju’s path with his eyes as he rounded the hood and climbed into the passenger seat.
For someone who had just done something utterly absurd, Yoo Sinju settled into the passenger seat with surprising calm and issued a command.
“Drive.”
After that whole scene — after dragging him here so mercilessly that bruises were already forming on his arm — that was the only thing he had to say. Moon Heesung stared at him in silence for a moment, then let out a tired, damp sigh. The confusion that would have settled quickly under normal circumstances wasn’t going away easily, not with the drug still running through him. Moon Heesung felt his vision going hot and pressed a hand to his eyes.
“Drive.”
With Moon Heesung still unmoving, Yoo Sinju issued the same forced command again. Moon Heesung exhaled a warm breath and answered quietly.
“…What do you think you’re doing.”
Being dragged away out of nowhere was one thing — now a command on top of it, and Moon Heesung felt a dull ache beginning to build behind his eyes.
“Are your ears stuffed shut.”
“…….”
“I said drive.”
