Each time they passed a floor, the load hanging from Dohyuk’s hands gradually increased. He had only one body, yet he couldn’t understand how he was supposed to wear all these things. Every time Seah held clothes up to Dohyuk’s face, the employee praised them like a programmed machine, so now everyone seemed like con artists.
The only thing Dohyuk took interest in was the high-end jewelry store inside the department store. A couple happened to be leaving the store, naturally reminding him of Junseo.
‘I want to give him a ring as a gift….’
When he recalled the ring he hadn’t been able to get made because there was no opportunity before, his desire grew. Seah, who looked at the store following Dohyuk’s gaze, pushed Dohyuk into the store while scolding him. That’s how Dohyuk purchased a pair of couple rings, putting his heart into it based on the recommendations of Seah and the staff and the image of Junseo he had in mind.
After wandering every corner of the spacious department store for five hours, even Dohyuk, an Esper, began to get tired. He was confused whether the reason was a physical stamina problem or a mental strength problem. He tried subtly coaxing Seah, asking if she wasn’t hungry, but Seah, who had made up her mind, didn’t easily give in to Dohyuk. In the end, Dohyuk was dragged by Seah all the way into a hair salon.
“Here, how about this style? The base is so handsome that I think a more daring hairstyle would be fine too.”
“Daring? Absolutely not. Please make it easy to manage, neat, and a hairstyle that doesn’t follow trends. This one looks good.”
Detached from the hairstylist and Seah chatting away while looking at the hair catalog, Dohyuk looked at the mirror with a half-dazed face.
A man who looked paler than usual seemed to be staring blankly at Dohyuk. The fatigue was brief—looking at the mirror, his anxious feelings spread again.
Like Seah said, his hair did seem shaggy. The color with most of the dye faded was also somewhat off, and now that he looked, wasn’t his skin a bit rough too?
When Dohyuk was immersed in contemplation about his own appearance, something he’d never done in his life, the hairstylist who had finished talking with Seah approached behind Dohyuk with a business smile.
“You’ve been waiting, haven’t you? Your girlfriend has such firm tastes and is so meticulous. It must be nice having her care so much.”
“Absolutely not my girlfriend. She’s my niece.”
Completely unfazed by Dohyuk’s firm answer, the hairstylist continued smoothly.
“Ah, is that so? Hoho. Anyway, I’m thinking of doing this hair for you—you see it here, right? The color will be your original hair color, and is there any other detail you want? A celebrity you can reference or…”
In the downpour of choices, Dohyuk, completely exhausted, answered meekly with his eyes downcast.
“…Just do your best.”
***
When Dohyuk arrived home, Junseo’s anger had risen to the top of his head. This was because the first thing Junseo discovered when he returned to the officetel after even getting a speeding ticket from worrying about Dohyuk, who didn’t answer even after sixty-four calls, was Dohyuk’s phone on the sofa, gasping its last breaths before dying.
The first thing Junseo, who treated A-class Esper Choi Dohyuk—who could turn a small neighborhood into scorched earth in an instant if he wanted—like a canary, did was check the CCTV installed in the living room. Ah, of course the CCTV had been installed for crime prevention with Dohyuk’s agreement. Home safety is a very important issue, after all.
And not long after, when Junseo confirmed Dohyuk disappearing into thin air with Seah, he realized that all the worries that had surged hot enough to make his vision blur had completely transformed into anger.
What am I going back and forth from Jongak to Sokcho for when you go out without a word and don’t even take your phone? Aren’t couples who’ve promised a future together supposed to report their every move?
Thinking only as he pleased, Junseo was sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed, putting on airs, when he finally whipped his head around at the mechanical sound of the entrance code being entered. No matter how cute he acted, he had no intention of letting this go. He planned to speak sharply so there would never again be an incident of wandering around without means of contact.
“Hyung, what on earth…!”
“…Junseo, when did you get here? You should’ve called.”
Dohyuk, who had been setting down considerable luggage that others would struggle with as if it were nothing in the entrance, raised his head at the presence and opened his eyes a little wider. When he smiled broadly, his lips parted refreshingly.
Looking at such a Dohyuk, Junseo fully understood for the first time in his life the phrase “being at a loss for words.”
The light-colored hair that had neatly covered above his forehead was now arranged jet-black and swept back, revealing his sculpted forehead. A professional’s touch had undoubtedly been involved. Dohyuk wasn’t the type to care about his own appearance, after all.
Just standing still he was dizzyingly sexy, and he walked around outside looking like that for 9 hours, 47 minutes, and 12 seconds? Thank goodness Jung Seah was surely stuck by his side….
While relieved, jealousy surged. The person who had blatantly acted bored when they went to get skin care together, went shopping with Seah and even to a hair salon to dye his hair?
“Junseo?”
The scales that had been going up and down between jealousy, fury, and the heat boiling up the moment he looked at Dohyuk, tilted sharply toward heat the instant Dohyuk approached and rested his chin on the knees of Junseo sitting on the sofa.
The upright man settled at his feet nonchalantly like a perfectly tamed dog. Eyes horizontally long without double eyelids, thick eyebrows, and a straight nose. Up close, it was even more lewd.
When he bent his waist and kissed above the revealed forehead, only then did he seem to realize his changed hair and smiled awkwardly. The moment his drawn-like eyebrows gently distorted and the corners of his mouth rose, Junseo hastily pulled Dohyuk into his arms. It was a completely different impatient appearance from his usual pretense of always being composed.
Dohyuk’s body, which had been positioned on the rug below the sofa, covered over Junseo. Dohyuk, who had instantly ended up looking down at Junseo, tilted his head. The moment he reached out his solid hand to stroke his cheek, Junseo interrogated Dohyuk, his brows narrowed like someone without even the leisure to compose his expression.
“Who were you trying to look pretty for, getting all dressed up like that?”
“…Pretty, what pretty.”
Yet Dohyuk chuckled, pleased by the compliment. Even at the short laugh, Junseo’s eyes rolled back and he bit the healthy-colored lips. When he gnawed at them painfully but not too hard, he readily closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue. Just as he’d taught him.
Junseo hastily took in the tongue Dohyuk offered. The saliva was so sweet his tongue root ached. After tracing the soft palate with his tongue tip, he pursed his lips to properly suck the tongue that came to meet him.
As if ticklish, each time he licked the sensitive mucous membrane, the brows of Dohyuk, who had climbed halfway on top of Junseo, lightly furrowed. When he pretended not to notice and blatantly sucked on the tongue, more strength entered the closed eyes and wrinkles formed. His gaze, which had been staring intently at such a Dohyuk with round eyes wide open, became deeply tinged with amusement.
He liked how the man who would be indifferent even if thrown in the middle of a dungeon easily became desperate in front of him.
Though they were already pressed close, he wanted to pull him in even more. Junseo clung hard to Dohyuk’s nape. Each time he sucked and swallowed saliva, wet sounds like chuup, chup were made.
When Junseo’s hand easily burrowed between Dohyuk’s T-shirt, Dohyuk, who had been entirely entranced by the kiss, belatedly came to his senses.
“Wait, I haven’t showered yet. After I shower…”
“I don’t want to wait…. Then shower with Junseo together. Okay?”
Dohyuk, who had never showered with another person in a private bathroom except for the public showers at headquarters, was flustered. Even last week he had barely refused when Junseo gave off the nuance of showering together several times, but it seemed Junseo still hadn’t given up.
“No, I’ll shower and come out right away…! There’s another bathroom too.”
“But I’m already hard like this….”
Opening his eyes was Dohyuk’s mistake, if it was a mistake. Eyes wetly soaked with sexual arousal stared intently at Dohyuk. With an innocent face without a shred of shame, he rubbed his lower half, already stiffly erect and asserting its presence, against Dohyuk’s stomach. The eyes lightly tinted under the lighting were half-hidden by an eye smile. He rubbed his own cheek slightly against Dohyuk’s cheek, brought his lips to his ear, and asked obediently.
“Should I masturbate alone while waiting for hyung?”
There was no way to win even if he tried. Dohyuk, who had been letting out a moan-like groan, finally declared surrender.
“…I’m here, you know. Don’t do it alone.”
At Dohyuk’s voice weakly whispering with his face buried in Junseo’s shoulder like an ostrich with its head stuck in the ground, Junseo’s thin patience snapped. Everything was because of the heated breath that touched his nape, Junseo thought with pitch-black sunken eyes.
Junseo, embracing the neck of Dohyuk who was half-pulling his body away saying they should go to the bathroom, whispered in his ear.
“Since we’re going to shower anyway, I can dirty you up a bit first, right?”
How he took off and threw away their clothes was also hazy. When he came to his senses, he was licking the water-covered skin while being hit by hot water pouring like a waterfall. Each time he bit over the solid skin, his regret intensified. Why are Espers so sturdy? Even if he bit and sucked all night until his lips swelled red, the marks cleanly disappeared by the next day, which was only regrettable.
“Hah…. The water here, hurts. More… harder.”
So Junseo tamed Dohyuk to his taste. He urged the one accustomed to enduring and being patient to scratch, bare his teeth, and educated him to suck arbitrarily. He lied that this was normal, and even found it cute every time Dohyuk carved bite marks on Junseo’s shoulder. Whether it was the fruit of his efforts, Dohyuk, who had avoided leaving marks on Junseo, changed as time passed. He still clenched his hands as if enduring when aroused, but it didn’t last long. Just like right now.
