# Chapter 79
Yeomin was bundled up in his coat with a scarf wrapped around him.
When he went to the private room with Jiho, Director Ahn was already there waiting for them.
“Making an old man wait, you young punks.”
What a truly warm first greeting. Despite his boomer-like words, he was beaming continuously.
Director Ahn, who would become a January newlywed. Today was a meaningful occasion to deliver wedding invitations to his nephew and his partner.
“You’re looking better,” Yeomin complimented, hoping to please him.
“Better? Don’t even mention it. Do you know how busy I’ve been lately? Huh!”
Although he said he was too busy to catch his breath, juggling both work and wedding preparations, he kept smiling from ear to ear.
Recently, since Yeomin had become Jiho’s dedicated trainer, Director Ahn had fewer things to clean up after.
“There’s not much time left. You must be nervous.”
“Nervous? It’s my second time, so not at all!”
Jiho interjected, throwing cold water on the warm atmosphere. “This guy…!” Director Ahn glared at Jiho.
They said Director Ahn’s first marriage, which ended in failure, was arranged. People were saying a lot about Ian Group Director Ahn Hyungju’s remarriage too, claiming this marriage was also business-oriented.
But having observed him closely, Director Ahn was more enthusiastic about this marriage than anyone else and seemed excited.
If I recall correctly, they were childhood friends? Remarrying his first love. That sounds quite romantic.
“You’re having the ceremony at this hotel?”
“Yes. It’s a place we used to visit often back then.”
Unlike his first marriage where he left everything to a wedding planner, this time he was personally attending to even the smallest details.
After that, Director Ahn’s wedding talk continued for quite a while.
While Jiho was temporarily away from the table, Yeomin sincerely blessed Director Ahn.
“I hope you’ll be happy.”
It wasn’t just empty words; he truly hoped so.
That even if you fail once, anyone can be happy again. That even with the trauma of failure, anyone can overcome it, or rather… can move forward powerfully while keeping it. He hoped Director Ahn would prove that.
Then maybe he could feel a bit more at ease about his own undetermined future.
“Thank you. I’ll try.”
“You already look happy.”
“Happy? As I get older, I just get more afraid of things. When I was your and Jiho’s age, I wasn’t scared of anything.”
‘Is that so? I’m scared of many things.’
Yeomin just smiled without answering. Then Director Ahn asked about Yeomin’s recent life.
“Are you graduating next year, Yeomin? Do you have plans? Any companies or jobs you want to pursue?”
“The winter after next year. Since I still have a year left, I’m planning to think about it gradually.”
“Think seriously about going abroad with Jiho. President Ahn seems to want to send him.”
“Yes. I’ll consider it carefully.”
Of course, it would be nice if that happened.
But he didn’t want to determine his future yet. Even though it’s frightening that nothing is decided, the excitement of having nothing decided is… a privilege of youth.
“If Jiho gives you trouble, tell me.”
“What would you do if I told you?”
“I’ll send him to some educational institution. He needs to learn through discipline. President Ahn and I spoiled him too much when he was young.”
“Is Jiwoong doing well?”
“I think so. By the way, are you really not going to continue tutoring Jiwoong?”
Feeling burdened by tutoring Jiwoong, who would soon be a high school senior, Yeomin had voluntarily quit. (Actually, Jiho’s influence played a part too.)
Originally, Jiwoong wasn’t at a level that needed Yeomin’s tutoring anyway.
And also,
“I think I need to focus on my own studies now.”
“That kid seems quite disappointed, though he doesn’t express it.”
They agreed to invite Jiwoong for a meal together next time.
Even during this conversation, Jiho hadn’t returned. The call seemed to be getting quite long.
Noticing Yeomin’s gaze constantly turning toward the door, Director Ahn smirked.
“It’s quite amazing when you think about it.”
“…”
“That Jiho and you are meeting so normally like this.”
True. Two abnormally different people were meeting very peacefully.
Of course, there were many noisy and heated moments, but even to Yeomin, the days were “generally” peaceful.
Director Ahn had a nostalgic look on his face.
“It’s also amazing that Jiho is so attached to someone. He’s been extraordinarily uninterested in others since he was young.”
“Maybe he just didn’t choose to be interested. He probably thought it was ultimately pointless.”
He might have thought that placing expectations on someone or depending on them was all meaningless. He probably still had anxiety about being abandoned someday.
So perhaps he thought that the only way to gain someone’s favor was to confine them within his territory and control everything, to possess them.
Well. Even this was just Yeomin’s speculation.
“Yeomin seems quite indifferent, but surprisingly attentive. Is that why Jiho likes you?”
“Haha…”
‘Well, you should ask Seol Jiho about that…’
“What do you like about Seol Jiho? Or have you just resigned yourself to accepting him? Tell me. I’m genuinely curious.”
“…He’s cute, isn’t he?”
“What?”
“Just, the things he does are cute. Seol Jiho.”
Director Ahn looked like he’d just heard a ghost story.
It wasn’t something said hoping for understanding anyway. It was enough that only Yeomin found Jiho cute. It would be disappointing if too many people recognized his charm.
Speak of the devil, Jiho returned to the room.
“Here comes the cute one,” Director Ahn whispered teasingly.
“What? Were you talking about me?” Jiho sat down, picking a fight with Director Ahn.
“Eat quickly. It’s getting cold.”
Yeomin took care of Jiho’s meal. Look at how diligently he puts food in his mouth at that command.
‘Eating well, my baby.’
The process of a ‘dog’ baby becoming ‘my’ baby. Some call it ‘seeping in,’ some call it ‘adapting.’
And some… call it ‘falling in love.’
Technically, Yeomin had experienced all three of those words.
* * *
‘But what if my baby becomes a dog baby again?’
Returning home, Yeomin encountered a mysterious box.
“What’s this? Are you getting a dog?”
What emerged from the box was a leash. But it seemed too large to be a dog leash.
It looked like it would fit at least a medium-sized dog or larger… and the material was so soft that it appeared to be quite a high-end product.
‘As if it wouldn’t hurt even if a person wore it.’
A sudden sense of unease came over him.
…Don’t tell me.
“I thought it would suit hyung, so I bought it.”
Could you please not say such things with a blushing face and shy demeanor?
As it turned out, the leash was a toy meant for bedroom play.
“You must have been bored lately? Wasting money on things like this.”
“I thought hyung might be bored, so I got a toy…”
“Absolutely not.”
At Yeomin’s firm attitude, Jiho’s lips turned downward.
But this time, no matter how pitiful he acted, Yeomin was determined not to give in.
“Return it right now.”
“No. I’ll just throw it away.”
As he said that, Jiho opened the drawer of the bedside table.
“Is that a trash can?”
“You never know when we might use it.”
This guy is really pushing it!
“If you’re not getting a dog, return it right now.”
In Yeomin’s life, the last dog was Sundoli at his grandmother’s house when he was young, and honestly, even handling just this guy was already overwhelming.
‘Sundoli listened much better than this guy…’
Jiho, who kept fidgeting with the leash, seemed unable to let go of his lingering attachment. Yeomin, who had been watching him distastefully, had a flash in his eyes.
“I’ve got a good idea. Can I have that?”
Yeomin’s voice suddenly turned soft. “Really?” Jiho handed the leash to Yeomin with expectant eyes.
Red leather material. It looked very sturdy. It seemed difficult to put on by oneself without someone else’s help.
Yeomin unbuckled it. Then he wrapped it around Jiho’s neck, who was looking at him with sparkling eyes.
“The red looks good against your white skin.”
“Isn’t this for you?”
“Honestly, you’re the one who should wear the leash.”
You bark well, and you wiggle your hips well too. Just like wagging your tail.
Yeomin fastened the leash’s buckle with delight. When set to the longest length, it fit perfectly around Jiho’s neck, as if custom-made.
‘The visual stimulation can’t be ignored…’
Yeomin admired inwardly. The Jiho before his eyes was incredibly stimulating. It felt like facing a page from an adult magazine.
Moreover, the long lead connected to the buckle wrapped comfortably around Yeomin’s hand.
“Want to go for a walk like this?”
“Hmm”
Although he seemed flustered at first when things didn’t go according to his plan, Jiho soon grinned as if he didn’t mind either way.
As if to say, as long as we end up in bed… The two exchanged mischievous glances, their desires intermingling chaotically.
As Yeomin felt things starting to heat up down below, he quickly applied the brakes.
“…I’m just kidding.”
As he tried to stop this perverted joke, Jiho bent his knees and sat on the floor.
Then he looked up at Yeomin.
“…Woof.”
Seol Jiho, you crazy bastard…
“I’m hungry, master.”
As he said that, Jiho rested his head against Yeomin’s thigh. Yeomin’s hand holding the leash trembled.
“If-if you behave, I’ll give you something delicious… Aack!”
Yeomin, who was awkwardly responding, was suddenly lifted into the air. Jiho grabbed Yeomin’s thighs and effortlessly placed him on the bed.
“Hey, Seol Jiho!”
Yeomin helplessly called out his name and pulled the leash, but rather than stopping him, it only seemed to excite him more.
“Why do I get so excited by you every day? I’m in heat every day when I’m with you.”
Jiho’s head slipped under Yeomin’s raised t-shirt.
“Ahh…”
Yeomin squeezed his eyes shut as he looked at his own bulging stomach.
The smooth tongue greedily sucked on his dry skin. The sensation was even more vivid since he couldn’t see Jiho’s face.
“Hnn… unh…”
“I’m the one wearing the leash, but you’re the one whimpering.”
Jiho, whose head had emerged with his hair disheveled, spoke to the moaning Yeomin.
His clouded eyes revealed how aroused he was. Of course, Yeomin was about five times more aroused…
“Are you trying to be smart, Seol Jiho?”
Yeomin angrily grabbed the leash short and yanked it hard. Jiho’s face came right up to Yeomin’s.
Close enough for their lips to touch. Yeomin looked down at Jiho and murmured in a low voice.
“A dog with no manners toward its master needs to be punished.”
“Yes. Punish me. Severely.”
Jiho’s smiling face was full of mischief.
‘So that’s how you’re going to be?’
The irritated Yeomin avoided Jiho’s lips as he tried to kiss him. When Jiho tried again, not giving up, Yeomin blocked his lips with his palm.
“…”
Jiho frowned. That face itself was an infinite stimulation to Yeomin. Whenever this usually smiling guy got serious, Yeomin was filled with a desire to conquer. Especially knowing that he was the reason made it even more thrilling.
A sense of satisfaction that he was completely controlling this guy.
“I won’t do it if you don’t behave.”
“How can I behave better than this, master…”
Jiho quickly lowered his eyes with a pitiful expression. Yeomin slowly stroked the corner of Jiho’s eye.
His eyes held so many moods. Sometimes they looked kind, sometimes fierce, sometimes clear, sometimes dark.
Seol Jiho as a person was that kind of existence to Yeomin.
“Hyuuung. It hurts here…”
‘Wait, when did he get this excited?’
Taking advantage of Yeomin’s confusion, Jiho pressed his lower body closer.
With a sensation that ran from his spine down his back, Yeomin unconsciously pulled his waist back. But there was no escape.
“Hey…”
“I want to do it. Please?”
Before he knew it, Yeomin was trapped in Jiho’s arms. Overshadowed by Jiho, Yeomin hesitated.
‘I really was going to punish him today…’
“Yeomina.”
This guy has no intention of being punished today. Yeomin couldn’t refute the informal speech that came rushing in. He had already become excited beneath Jiho.
“I want to do whatever I want with you.”
The problem is that everything coming out of Jiho’s mouth sounds dangerous. In fact, the things this guy does are dangerously unparalleled.
“I want to roll around all day and do as I please.”
“If you’re going to be like this, I’m just going home… nngh.”
“You still don’t get it. You can’t go home today. No, this is your home, where else would you go?”
Yeomin’s body was flipped over. By now, the things that would happen to him unfolded naturally in his mind, leading to resignation.
Although today’s attempt had failed…
‘Someday I really need to make this guy pay and get him down on his knees.’
Yeomin made a futile resolution.
