Having said that, Song Hanyeong kissed him briefly on the lips, then turned around sharply. Surim stared blankly at Song Hanyeong’s back, and when the man’s figure grew more and more distant and finally disappeared completely, he sank down and curled up.
“No, what is he doing step by step…”
Is it sexual? No, it’s definitely sexual, right?
More than that, why did he just kiss me? Wasn’t it after blood-drinking that the body gets aroused? Did he just kiss me even when not aroused? Why?
In the darkness, Surim carefully touched his slightly swollen lips.
“Uwaaah…!”
Suddenly, everything that had happened today came rushing in all at once, filling his head completely. It had been a day when so many things happened. It had also been a day when unbelievable things occurred.
He couldn’t believe that he had committed such lewd acts in the office. He has to go to that place again tomorrow and work? How?
“Ah, how did it come to this…”
Surim’s purpose had simply been to share his blood with Song Hanyeong. Having Song Hanyeong suck his member or him sucking Song Hanyeong’s member hadn’t been part of the plan at all.
If he had known that when his blood was sucked, he would feel such a bizarre sensation and not know what to do with himself, he absolutely never would have…
“No, I would have done it even if I knew.”
He had to. Because Song Hanyeong becoming so gaunt was all his fault. He shouldn’t have brought in the flowerpot. Surim’s face darkened as he recalled Ji Seongchan, who used to laugh energetically and play pranks.
Ji Seongchan had used him. Who had ordered him to do it? Could Ji Seongchan be a vampire too? Thinking of Song Hanyeong’s reaction earlier, it seemed like there were one or two more vampires around.
Surim, whose thoughts were continuing incoherently, felt the cold and got up from his seat. It was late. It was time to wash up and sleep.
* * *
When Surim arrived at work at the research lab, he tensed up as soon as he saw Song Hanyeong sitting at his seat. He couldn’t help it. Because of what happened yesterday.
Surim still found it hard to believe the unspeakable things that happened yesterday. After a night had passed, it all felt vague, as if it had happened in a dream.
Fortunately, whether that incident was a dream or not would soon be confirmed. Song Hanyeong had clearly spoken as if yesterday’s blood-drinking wasn’t the end, so the next time would come soon. And probably the time after that didn’t seem like it would be in the distant future either.
‘Wait, surely he won’t do it in the office during work hours, right?’
He wanted to think not, but thinking of Song Hanyeong acting recklessly, it was hard to be completely certain. Song Hanyeong’s words sounded exactly like he would do it anywhere whenever he felt thirsty.
Surim looked at Song Hanyeong with anxious eyes. He wasn’t dissatisfied with him drinking his blood. But they needed to be selective about the time and place. If it ended with just blood-drinking, maybe, but after blood-drinking there was that…
‘We end up doing sexual things!’
My goodness. Surim looked at Song Hanyeong with wavering eyes. Perhaps sensing the gaze, Song Hanyeong turned his head toward Surim. Startled, Surim bowed his head deeply.
Right now, he didn’t have the confidence to face that shameless man.
To calm down his thoughts that kept surging in strange directions, Surim went to the cabinet and began organizing the first-aid supplies.
‘Not in the office during work hours. I have to refuse, I must refuse…’
Surim’s face turned red as he stood in front of the cabinet, and he squeezed his eyes shut while putting in the first-aid supplies. If that man came up to him with a pale face saying he was hungry, he didn’t have the confidence to refuse.
Then what should he do? At the very least, he should suggest going somewhere out of people’s sight. The safest place would probably be the sleeping room. Though even the sleeping room was a place where researchers walking to the break room passed by beyond the glass door with blinds.
In a place like that?
Would Song Hanyeong do such an indecent thing? Surim tried to restore the Song Hanyeong in his head to the Song Hanyeong in the fantasy he had long harbored a crush on, but it didn’t work well.
On one hand, he couldn’t believe it at all, but on the other hand, his head was spinning as his imagination boiled over about ‘days when that degree won’t be enough to satisfy’ and ‘things to do slowly one by one.’
He’s a pervert. He must be a pervert.
‘But Song Hanyeong might be a bit of a pervert.’
Surim, who had criticized him vehemently and then defended him himself, groaned lowly with an “Ugh” and banged his head against the cabinet door.
Right now, it seemed like he had absolutely no judgment whatsoever. Whatever judgment he made, he would continue to rejudge in Song Hanyeong’s favor, conforming to that man’s actions.
“…It wasn’t this bad originally…”
Surim muttered as he turned his head slightly to steal a glance at Song Hanyeong. It was true. Even until university, it hadn’t been this bad.
Clearly, just looking from afar had been satisfying enough, but at some point, after stealing cups and stealing chopsticks, now he felt like he could do anything for Song Hanyeong. No, to be precise, he felt guilty that he had to do anything.
Because of him, that perfect man had almost been damaged. If he hadn’t accidentally kicked over the flowerpot, something even worse could have happened to Song Hanyeong. Thinking that way, Surim would forget the words “I can’t.”
In other words, Jin Surim had now become completely unable to hate, despise, or deny Song Hanyeong. Just imagining someone else, like Lee Myeongho for instance, saying those things made his fists clench.
“What are you doing?”
“Uwak!”
Surim, startled enough that his shoulders jumped, whirled around. Lee Myeongho, holding a pile of documents, was looking at him with a bewildered face.
“Why are you so surprised? Did you do something wrong?”
“N-no…”
Not yet. But he might soon be doing indecent things in this office.
Surim smiled awkwardly and slammed the cabinet shut.
“Why did you call me?”
“I just saw you spacing out as I passed by. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay…”
“Really?”
“I said I’m okay.”
When Surim, who had been mumbling, answered firmly to the continued questioning, Lee Myeongho finally nodded and went off to do his business. As if that was the healthy appearance of Surim that he knew.
Surim stared blankly at that retreating figure in disbelief, then shook his head.
And when he turned around, Surim buried his face in a familiar chest.
“Ugh…”
Flustered and backing away, he almost tumbled over when Song Hanyeong caught him. Because he pulled him by the waist, their lower bodies touched slightly. His face turning red in an instant, Surim braced himself and squeezed his eyes shut.
“…Jin Surim-ssi, what are you doing?”
“Y-yesh?”
Surim, who answered in a high-pitched voice due to bewilderment, realized that Song Hanyeong had his usual very neat and refreshing face, and his face went from turning red to turning deathly pale.
“I-it’s nothing!”
With a half-tearful face, not knowing what to do, Surim stood up and glanced up at Song Hanyeong nervously. He had his usual cold expression, then smiled faintly and lightly touched Surim’s earlobe.
“You should be careful.”
“Yes…”
But nothing more than that happened. Song Hanyeong lowered his hand, firmly squeezed Surim’s stiff shoulders, and passed by.
He felt like dying of embarrassment.
“Only, only I…”
Am I the only strange one?
Surim shook off all the various sexual thoughts that had passed through his head in one second and muttered. He didn’t know himself that some dissatisfaction was buried in that voice.
“Is it because it’s work hours…?”
Come to think of it, that was it. What reason would there be to deliberately commit acts that stimulate sexual desire during work hours? The Song Hanyeong that Surim knew wasn’t such a reckless person who would commit acts while knowing full well that troublesome things would happen.
‘But wouldn’t lunch time be different?’
Of course, Song Hanyeong could eat ordinary human meals. But that was surely the result of suppressing and suppressing his appetite. Song Hanyeong would probably want to drink blood.
Until now, there had been nothing to eat, so that was understandable, but now that something to eat had appeared right in front of him? Lunch time isn’t work hours either…
‘There aren’t any holes in the conference room blinds, are there?’
Surim rolled his eyes in confusion, then stealthily moved to the conference room.
* * *
“Master, I looked into those bastards…”
Lee Myeongho, standing before Song Hanyeong with a tired face, stopped mid-sentence and hesitated.
“…Did you eat?”
“…Yeah.”
“Wow, that’s a relief. I was so worried because you always filled your stomach with those little blood pack scraps.”
A vampire’s meal usually involved sex. In childhood, they would drink blood from cups, but as adults, they naturally had to bite the neck and take the human who became heated from that effect. It was a kind of ritual that combined not just a simple meal but emotional exchange.
However, his master, even after becoming an adult, only drank Jin Surim’s blood from blood packs and didn’t have proper meals. While drinking only one person’s blood wasn’t uncommon, cases where they couldn’t drink anything other than one person’s blood were very rare. Moreover, that human even had to be vegetarian.
He had been such an impossibly picky master, but seeing that his complexion had brightened, it seemed he had finally succeeded in doing normal vampire blood-drinking.
