If he had learned the ropes of office work, he would have been brilliant at it.
Cleaning was one thing, but if you properly taught him a real skill, he was the type who would push through it with ferocious dedication. Just last night he had left clothes strewn about like shed snakeskin, yet now everything was neatly put away as though none of it had ever happened. What time had he gotten up to start working?
It wasn’t as if he’d told him to work that hard. He’d only wanted a reason to keep him close.
Yeon Haejeong clicked his tongue briefly and checked over his fully dressed appearance. He unconsciously looked himself over here and there for any flaw, and finding none, he broke into a smug smile, satisfied with the flawless result.
No matter how you look at it, he’s not someone who should be stuck rotting away in an office. Yeon Haejeong shrugged his shoulders for no particular reason and reached for one of the perfumes stored in the display cabinet, spritzing it a couple of times on his wrist and the nape of his neck. It was a woody musk, a little heavier than usual. The kind of scent that suited a high-ranking, capable man of wealth.
“Hmm.”
Yeon Haejeong emerged from the dressing room looking immaculate. Munyeong, having finished vacuuming, was now wiping down the shelves in the living room and the art pieces on display.
Munyeong was so absorbed in his work that he hadn’t noticed Yeon Haejeong come out — and just as Yeon Haejeong was about to clear his throat to announce himself, Munyeong tilted his head at something he’d discovered behind the shelf. What he quietly pulled out was a half-used latex condom. Seeing a used condom appear before him, Munyeong blinked in surprise. Yeon Haejeong, who had also registered what it was, rushed over with wide eyes and snatched it away in an instant.
“…….”
“Ah…… this is——!”
Munyeong stared at Yeon Haejeong with startled eyes, unable to say a word, while Yeon Haejeong stood there mouthing soundlessly like a broken machine.
“It’s… it’s not mine.”
Yeon Haejeong shook his head, flustered. And it genuinely wasn’t. He’d tried and failed more than once — unable to get hard even when he’d wanted to. How could someone like that have used a condom? It must have been left by the others who had swarmed into his apartment a while back. But it was exactly the kind of situation that invited misunderstanding. After all, the very first time Munyeong had come to this apartment, Yeon Haejeong himself had practically flaunted the fact that he was sleeping with other men.
“…Anyway, I said it’s not mine?!”
Yeon Haejeong repeated the same excuse at Munyeong, who gave no response. Not even understanding why he was defending himself, he was calling out pitifully with his flustered expression on full display.
“……Okay.”
Munyeong was just as flustered. More than the condom that had turned up out of nowhere, Yeon Haejeong’s vehement denial was what threw him off more.
“Can you just… give it to me?”
Munyeong gently extended his hand.
“Why, why.”
Yeon Haejeong shot back at the out-of-nowhere request, and Munyeong replied calmly.
“…Because I need to throw it away.”
He said it in a tone that suggested he was asking something obvious, and Yeon Haejeong’s brow furrowed slightly. The oddly unfazed reaction grated on Yeon Haejeong in a subtle way.
“……You don’t look very surprised.”
Unlike himself, who was thoroughly rattled, Munyeong was fairly composed. In truth, it wasn’t something that warranted surprise. Munyeong had witnessed his casual sex life firsthand, and he was also well aware of the rumors that circulated openly about him.
“…What’s there to be surprised about.”
“…….”
“A grown man’s house…… something like this turning up…… there’s nothing wrong with that……”
His heart was actually pounding — but Munyeong forced himself to answer calmly. He thought that if he reacted with surprise, it would embarrass Yeon Haejeong further, and on the other hand he figured Yeon Haejeong wouldn’t care about something like this anyway. And literally speaking, there was no reason at all to be shocked that evidence of sex had turned up in a house where a man lived alone. He had come across traces like this countless times — cleaning outdoor buildings, cleaning establishments.
“…Give it here, I’ll get rid of it.”
Munyeong tried his best to smile with composure and extended his hand again.
Yeon Haejeong looked at Munyeong — whose expression made it clear that he couldn’t care less who he’d used it with — and scrunched his nose in petty displeasure.
“Forget it.”
Yeon Haejeong snapped back irritably and swatted away Munyeong’s outstretched hand. Whatever had put him in a sulk this time, as Munyeong watched his back heading toward the front door, he spoke up softly.
“…Hey, Haejeong……”
“…….”
“Um……”
It was barely a murmur, but Yeon Haejeong caught it clearly and stopped his sulky stride dead in its tracks. At the characteristically quiet, unhurried way Munyeong called his name, Yeon Haejeong turned back with a curious look — and Munyeong hesitated for a moment, his hand going to the back of his neck. He fidgeted for quite a while, seemingly embarrassed, before gently opening his mouth.
“H-have a safe trip.”
He’d thought he ought to at least say a basic goodbye, so he’d forced the words out with some difficulty. That was a lie, actually. He’d wanted to say it himself. He’d wanted to see him off. But not wanting to cross a line, he’d settled for a light farewell.
“…And be careful on the road……”
Munyeong finished the awkward words with an uncomfortable smile. At that moment, Yeon Haejeong’s expressionless face changed in an instant — something fierce crossing it suddenly. At the abrupt shift, Munyeong’s eyes went wide with a start — and in that same moment Yeon Haejeong was already closing the distance between them aggressively. Sensing the urgency, Munyeong instinctively took a step back.
“W-why, why…….”
Before he could even finish stumbling over the words asking what was wrong, his lips were stopped.
Yeon Haejeong’s two arms shot out and cupped Munyeong’s face in both hands — and pressed their lips together without hesitation.
“Mm — mmph——”
He sealed their lips together and stole his tongue in one swift motion, working through Munyeong’s mouth with practiced ease. With his wet tongue he pressed against the roof of his mouth and the back of his throat, hungrily exploring every inch. At the sudden act, Munyeong froze and could only grip the front of his clothes. His shocked eyes locked in place, unable to move. But Yeon Haejeong didn’t stop — he pushed deeper. Like a man parched with thirst, he worked through his mouth and swallowed his lips in deep, greedy pulls, exhaling short ragged breaths.
“Ha, shit……”
He cursed lowly and claimed the nape of Munyeong’s neck, pulling him in tighter. Munyeong just stood there, mouth falling open, barely managing to breathe.
“Open a little more……”
He whispered between kisses. At the provocative urging, Munyeong’s lips parted and, as if in a trance, he opened his mouth wider — and Yeon Haejeong dove in like a fish finally in water. His large frame shuddered with arousal. Even knowing this was wrong, Munyeong couldn’t push him away. Yeon Haejeong, as if he were the only one burning with impatience, drenched every bit of skin around Munyeong’s mouth with his saliva. And all the while, he swallowed Munyeong’s own saliva down without hesitation, the raw sound of it audible and relentless. At the explicit sound, Munyeong’s face flushed deep red and his hands trembled finely. It was an overwhelmingly intense kiss. Not just in the morning — it was the first time he’d ever felt someone’s desperate, unfiltered desire pouring into a kiss so nakedly.
“Ha……”
“Mmh, mm……”
A moan slipped out through his throat from lack of breath. But Yeon Haejeong gave no quarter — this time he wrapped his arms around Munyeong’s waist as well, pressing their bodies flush together, and began sucking on his tongue like it was something sweet. The movement was obscenely sensual. Yeon Haejeong’s arousal was evident against his lower body, and Munyeong squeezed his eyes shut. It felt like electricity crackling behind his eyes — his head, his heart, everything sparking. This wasn’t what he’d intended…… What on earth had made him react like this — he couldn’t understand.
“Ha……”
It was quite a long time before Yeon Haejeong finally pulled away — having been forcing their tongues together and licking at him shamelessly all the while. Munyeong’s chest heaved as he gulped down the breath he’d been starved of, and Yeon Haejeong too pulled away with reluctance, exhaling in damp, unsteady pants. As their lips parted, a thread of saliva stretched long between them. Their lips, wet with each other’s, looked indecently sensual.
“…….”
“…….”
Not a word passed between them. Yeon Haejeong stared at him with dark, penetrating eyes, and Munyeong met his gaze with pupils that trembled in confusion. Then Yeon Haejeong pulled Munyeong’s lips into his mouth one more time — a deep, wet sound ringing out sharply as he bit down on them — before pulling away just as quickly and saying in a low voice:
“…I’ll be back.”
“…….”
“Look after the place.”
With that, he turned around as though nothing had happened at all, and left for work with an unbothered back.
