Yoo Sinju whispered from a distance so close their lips nearly touched.
Moon Heesung trembled and squeezed his eyes shut.
The hand gripping himself shook uncontrollably.
A pain that had surpassed mere arousal was consuming him.
Moon Heesung reached out with his clean hand and grabbed Yoo Sinju’s sleeve.
“How… do something…….”
Moon Heesung let out a pained sound and pressed his forehead against Yoo Sinju’s arm, clinging to it.
At the first display of weakness he’d ever seen from him, Yoo Sinju felt every nerve in his body tighten as he quietly clenched his back teeth.
The vein above his temple rose to the surface — and at the same moment, a large hand closed around Moon Heesung’s cock.
Yoo Sinju’s hands were known even among men for their size, and yet Moon Heesung filled them completely.
The comparatively large size briefly made him think Park Ian must have loved that — and the moment that thought crossed his mind, his grip tightened.
That was when it happened.
“Ugh.”
The instant Yoo Sinju touched him, he came.
The thick, viscous liquid splattered — unfortunately — across Yoo Sinju’s face.
Moon Heesung went limp with relief, panting heavily.
Yoo Sinju froze in place, only his eyes blinking.
Moon Heesung, chest still heaving as the afterglow washed over him, slowly turned his gaze toward Yoo Sinju.
At the sight of his own cum covering Yoo Sinju’s face, Moon Heesung’s unfocused eyes gradually went wide.
“Fuck….”
Moon Heesung swore under his breath and hurriedly wiped Yoo Sinju’s face with his own shirt.
He moved frantically, as though he’d committed some terrible crime, and Yoo Sinju stayed frozen, watching Moon Heesung in front of him.
The sharp, distinctive scent stung his nose — but it didn’t repulse him.
That was exactly why he stayed so still, watching Moon Heesung’s flustered expression as though studying it.
This was another side of him he’d never seen before — he couldn’t help but stare.
Even after something this rude, this presumptuous.
Yoo Sinju couldn’t tear his eyes away from Moon Heesung.
“…Sorry.”
Moon Heesung bit his lip and apologized in a low voice.
No matter that he’d just come on someone’s face — objectively, this wasn’t a situation where he was the one who owed an apology.
If anything, he was the one who deserved one — yet Moon Heesung, entirely out of character, wore his embarrassment openly on his face and didn’t know what to do with himself.
Just like that time on set.
When no one else moved — and he alone had been worried about him.
That way of treating Yoo Sinju like a child cupped in the palm of his hand.
Feeling something stir in him at the sight, Yoo Sinju forced his eyes away and swatted Moon Heesung’s hand aside.
“Get off me.”
His heart was pounding like mad, and afraid the sound might carry, Yoo Sinju took a step back.
Then he shook his face deliberately, with exaggerated irritation, and let out something spiteful.
“…Fuck. Disgusting.”
For all the reckless things he’d done, having another man’s cum on his face had never once been one of them.
His goal had always been to put others beneath him, to humiliate them — not to swap fluids and get splattered on.
He shook his face again with a grimace, and Moon Heesung — who had been sitting there dazed — opened his mouth in a way that was thoroughly unlike him, stumbling over his words.
“……It was sudden.”
At the excuse, Yoo Sinju felt another surge of irritation rise in him and bit his lip again.
That unmistakably pale, rattled expression only made him angrier — Yoo Sinju moved with rough strides and, just before stepping into the bedroom, delivered a cold dismissal.
“Now that you’ve shown me what a mess you are.”
“…….”
“Get out.”
As though the very sight of him was unbearable.
**
The next day.
Moon Heesung woke up in a goshi-won room, barely five pyeong in size, and received a call from Director Cha.
He didn’t know the full reason — but the call was to ask him to take over as Yoo Sinju’s manager again.
Director Cha’s voice was rough, as though Yoo Sinju’s unpredictability had put him through enormous stress.
Moon Heesung agreed without asking why.
Whatever the reason, that had been his only purpose all along.
He had no way of knowing what Yoo Sinju’s thoughts or intentions were.
Everything from the night before — the way he’d looked down at him with those glinting, unreadable eyes, the way his breathing had grown heavy alongside his — Moon Heesung had felt all of it.
What came at the end was contempt.
But the situation, the gaze, the atmosphere — all of it was still lodged in him, unchanged.
Even blaming it on the drug, that kind of elation had been something Moon Heesung had never once experienced in his life — and it still felt foreign enough that the aftereffect refused to fade.
The contempt that had come back his way, on the other hand, was all too familiar — and yet somehow, that particular aftertaste was also lasting longer than usual.
‘…Disgusting.’
He realized the word had lodged itself somewhere deep inside him, and Moon Heesung let out a soundless exhale.
Looking out the small window of the cramped room, a blank, bitter expression passed over his face.
That word was probably the most accurate thing anyone had ever said about him.
Moon Heesung was disgusting.
He had killed his own father. He was a man who had killed his one and only younger brother.
A lost cause who had rotted away half his life in prison.
It was the plain truth.
Disgusting. Pathetic. That was what he was.
On the day his father died, he was convicted of murder with probable intent and served five years.
His younger brother came to visit — with a welfare worker — once a month if it worked out, once every two months if it didn’t.
In the beginning, young as he was, he’d burst into tears the moment he laid eyes on Moon Heesung.
I want to be with you, hyung.
But as one year passed, then two, the little brother he’d thought of as still so small began to grow — and shadows crept over the face of the child who had only ever smiled with pure brightness.
At first Moon Heesung thought it was just puberty. And as the visits grew more infrequent, he figured a teenager might be embarrassed by a brother like him.
And then — four months before his release.
His brother, whom he hadn’t seen in nearly a year, came.
It’s been a while.
The brother who sat across from him had grown to a frightening degree.
Taller, broader, his face changed along with his frame.
He was no longer the simple, beaming child who had called out hyung, hyung— with nothing but joy.
A welfare worker had mentioned that he still lagged behind peers socially — but looking at him from the outside, he’d grown so much that Moon Heesung felt a fullness well up inside him.
He felt guilty for not being there to watch him grow — but there was still a quiet pride in knowing that at least this one person, standing before him now, had been kept safe.
There had been a price. But without paying it, he wouldn’t have been able to protect that child.
Why has it been so long since you came.
Moon Heesung smiled faintly and pretended to pout, though it felt awkward.
His brother was wearing a school uniform. It suited him well.
The uniform looks nice. It suits you.
His brother didn’t smile.
He just kept his head bowed.
Hey. Aren’t you going to look at me?
The only time Moon Heesung ever smiled was during these visits with his brother. But his brother didn’t smile. Not anymore — not for some time now.
Moon Huijae slowly lifted his head and finally looked at his brother.
A dark face. A sunken expression.
Moon Heesung sensed something was off — but he thought it was understandable. So much time had passed.
Growing up, he must have felt so much more. Things he didn’t understand when he was small — as he grew…he might have figured them out.
Moon Heesung forced a casual expression and asked.
Are you eating well?
Something about his face — there was no flesh on it at all — made him worry.
At that, the brother who had said nothing at last opened his mouth.
……Hyung.
At the quiet call, Moon Heesung smiled faintly and just looked at him without answering.
But his brother, having called out to him, said nothing more.
You called me and now you won’t talk.
…….
What is it. Did you miss me that much.
Moon Heesung laughed at his own out-of-place joke, but his brother didn’t smile even once.
Hyung….
…….
Are you… not resentful? Of me?
And then he asked that one thing.
At those words, Moon Heesung’s smile disappeared.
More precisely — it was wiped away.
…Moon Huijae.
A firm, commanding voice broke through Moon Heesung’s lips.
What nonsense are you talking about.
…I, I know everything now.
Moon Huijae.
Back then, it was clearly, my, I….
Moon Huijae!
Moon Heesung shoved his chair back and stood up sharply.
Then he looked around to check if anyone had heard.
…Are you going to be quiet or not.
He whispered like a threat.
His brother was trembling, both hands clasped together, on the verge of tears.
……I found out later.
If that’s what you’re going to say — leave.
Later…. When I, when I got older….
Fuck, I said go!
Moon Heesung snapped harshly.
The guard outside told them to stop causing a scene.
Moon Heesung glanced outside with anxious eyes, then looked back at Moon Huijae.
Moon Huijae.
…….
Get your head straight.
…….
Get your head straight… and live.
…….
How many times do I have to tell you — clench your jaw and push through.
Moon Heesung looked at Moon Huijae with bloodshot eyes.
That was always the worry.
Unlike himself — known for being iron-willed — his younger brother Moon Huijae was too fragile.
Faint-hearted. Timid. Weak.
This wasn’t about his slower development. It was innate.
And it was a different matter from physical strength.
His soft heart was a constant source of worry for Moon Heesung.
Growing up alone on the outside was worrying enough — but this was the real problem.
How weak and frail he might become, left to grow alone.
That was why seeing his brother after a year made him even more worried.
Moon Heesung’s face twisted with a kind of feral intensity as he slammed his fist against the divider and leaned in close.
…Don’t tell anyone. You promised me.
……Hyung.
I told you.
…….
I killed him. And he was mine to kill.
Moon Heesung whispered into his brother’s ear.
So that no one else would hear.
So that no one would ever know.
