SU | Chapter 3.6

Yoo Han managed to open his ears, which felt like they were underwater. Was this a dream? Staring at the unfamiliar clean ceiling, Yoo Han slowly turned his head and saw Ji Youngwon sitting on the stool, looking at him askance.

“…Director?”

Yoo Han’s voice was dry and cracked. Ji Youngwon frowned.

“Do you have a task tomorrow, or not?”

“Uh…”

Yoo Han touched the wet towel on his forehead. He remembered lying on the office sofa, but nothing after that—just a dream of eating ice with polar bears, shivering from the cold.

“Do you have it, or not?”

Ji Youngwon crossed his arms and asked again. Yoo Han licked his dry lips and answered.

“I do, I… I do.”

“But.”

Yoo Han struggled to lift his heavy eyelids and looked at Ji Youngwon. Even in his sick state, Ji Youngwon’s harsh voice seemed oddly welcoming.

“If a guy who’s supposed to handle two assignments tomorrow is dying, what are you planning to do?”

True to Ji Youngwon’s words, Yoo Han had a morning schedule with the constant team and had to follow the personal domestic affairs team in the afternoon.

A senseless smile broke out on Yoo Han’s face, realizing Ji Youngwon, whom he thought had no interest in him, knew his schedule so well.

‘Ah. He does receive reports after all…’

A whisper escaped Yoo Han’s lips.

Ji Youngwon stared at the suddenly smiling Yoo Han as if he were mad. He spread his hand and caressed Yoo Han’s cheek. Ji Youngwon knew well that high fever could make a person delirious.

Startled by the touch on his cheek, Yoo Han hiccupped. A sudden pull in his stomach followed. Whether it was the flu or just the beating he felt all over his body, doing tomorrow’s assignments seemed out of the question.

“Then… just rest for one day.”

Ji Youngwon pinched Yoo Han’s cheek that he had been cradling. Rest for a day? He must really be out of his mind.

“Ah…!”

Yoo Han grimaced and flailed his arms.

“What rest? If you’re going to eat and sleep in the office, at least earn your keep.”

“I didn’t even… really get to rest, over the weekend.”

Yoo Han’s eyebrows twisted into a forlorn frown.

“And it’s not like I want to be sick… Ah. It’s not like that.”

“You’re crazy.”

Yoo Han’s sweat-soaked back felt clammy, and he kept shifting restlessly. It was so hot he wanted to rip off all his clothes. As Yoo Han squirmed, his t-shirt rode up almost to his nipples. His soft, baby-like skin caught Ji Youngwon’s eye.

“The heater, it’s suddenly gone.”

Ji Youngwon, looking at his stomach, then shifted his gaze to Yoo Han’s face. His cheeks flushed and he whimpered like a lost puppy, looking as if he had just been intimate, which gave Ji Youngwon an odd feeling.

“What’s missing?”

“The electric heater. It’s really cold now, and without it…”

Ji Youngwon suddenly remembered the conversation from earlier in the office.

“It’s in the way. Get rid of it.”

“Yes.”

He had ordered the constant team to remove the portable heater that was in the way while they were moving the sofa.

“Ha…”

Despite the constant demand for his services, letting Yoo Han, who consistently performed well, take a break seemed like a manpower loss for Speed Errand. Ji Youngwon, exhausted by the situation he himself had initiated, washed his face with dry hands.

As Yoo Han heard the director’s inexplicable sighs, he couldn’t keep his leaden eyelids open and closed his eyes again. His consciousness began to blur. The sound of a stool scraping the floor was followed by the removal of the lukewarm towel on his forehead, soon replaced by a chillingly cold one. This process was repeated several times.

Yoo Han repeatedly fell into brief slumbers, waking only to occasionally hear Ji Youngwon cursing.

“…….”

Thirty minutes passed without any sign of the fever subsiding. Eventually, Ji Youngwon rolled up the t-shirt Yoo Han was wearing to his neck and pulled down his pants to his ankles. Even in his delirious state, Yoo Han instinctively tried to cover his now exposed lower half by bending his knees.

“It’s cold….”

“I should kill him, seriously.”

Already frustrated, Ji Youngwon began muttering darkly as he wiped down Yoo Han’s body with the cold towel, clearly annoyed by his conspicuous vulnerability. The goosebumps following the trail of the cold fabric were clearly visible. Ji Youngwon grimaced at the sight of Yoo Han’s soft, pale skin, his pink nipples hardened from the cold.

“What kind of guy…”

Ji Youngwon scoffed incredulously as he now surveyed Yoo Han’s lower half, noting the lack of body hair on his calves and thighs, and the bits that proved his manhood. Stripped bare, Yoo Han seemed unexpectedly more provocative, especially with the black underwear contrasting against his pale skin.

Ji Youngwon then wiped around Yoo Han’s thighs, and the touch of cold made him flinch.

“Hngh.”

An oddly sensual moan escaped Yoo Han’s lips involuntarily, causing Ji Youngwon’s eyebrows to twitch. As he wiped the insides of Yoo Han’s thighs, Yoo Han raised his knees again and squirmed.

“Stay still.”

Ji Youngwon’s voice was firm as he pressed down Yoo Han’s knees. Yoo Han moved passively, like a broken doll. His face was expressionless, as if he was lost in agony.

“Ah… Huh. Kim, Min… Jae.”

Ji Youngwon paused as he wiped down Yoo Han’s legs and heard him murmur in his feverish delirium.

“Kim Min, it’s cold… please, the heating…”

As Yoo Han mumbled nonsensically, it was clear that even in his dreams over the past three weeks, curled up on the office sofa, he often imagined scenarios involving Kim Minjae. These weren’t romantic musings but rather dreams of retribution, including moments where he and the zodiac gods confronted Kim Minjae or ransacked all his possessions. Just yesterday, he dreamed of slapping Kim Minjae, who had sold his mother’s keepsake.

But uncontrollable dreams sometimes transported Yoo Han back to his past. The more grueling the day’s errands, the more he dreamt of past daily life as an escape. He dreamt of being eight years old, then eighteen, living again in the moments he shared with Kim Minjae. Ironically, such a moment was now.

“Wow… impressive.”

Ji Youngwon let out a twisted chuckle as if he had heard something he shouldn’t have.

“To think you’d still long for that bastard stuck in this mess.”

Ji Youngwon felt a surge to dissect Yoo Han’s brain thoroughly.

With his left hand still pressing down on Yoo Han’s knees, Ji Youngwon threw the towel onto a stool and climbed onto the bed. Trapping Yoo Han’s shoulders between his knees, he set Yoo Han’s thighs upright. Holding the bedhead with his other hand, he slapped Yoo Han’s cheek, causing his head to turn weakly. The impact wasn’t enough to wake him, as Yoo Han merely furrowed his brows slightly without opening his eyes.

“Hey.”

Ji Youngwon looked down at Yoo Han’s face, his eyes beginning to fill with a base lust.

“Kim… Jae…. Huh.”

“Hah.”

From the moment Kim Minjae’s name slipped out, Ji Youngwon felt as if he was walking on a filthy floor. Being forced to care for someone and being called by another’s name gave him an unimaginable sense of disgust.

“This is fucking great, caring and putting up with someone, and then,”

Ji Youngwon didn’t restrain his impulse to vent his frustrations violently.

“Daring to rub someone the wrong way.”

As he continued to berate Yoo Han, Ji Youngwon shoved his hand between Yoo Han’s head and the pillow, grabbing the nape of his neck roughly. Yoo Han grimaced uncomfortably.

“Uh.”

“Yoo Han.”

Ji Youngwon then lowered his pants and underwear in a swift motion. His erect member pressed firmly against Yoo Han’s lips. A clear pre-ejaculate smeared stickily on Yoo Han’s lower lip.

“Open your eyes.”

Ji Youngwon harshly grabbed Yoo Han’s cheeks and forced his mouth open.

“Need to see whose dick it is.”

He pushed the tip into the hot, reluctantly opened mouth. Yet, the forced mouth lacked the tightness he craved, and the small teeth annoyingly grazed the base of his shaft. Ji Youngwon clicked his tongue in frustration.

“Tsk.”

Yoo Han still hadn’t opened his eyes, struggling feebly. Drool trickled down his chin, and saliva smeared Ji Youngwon’s fingers. The cheeks he held were hotter than before. Ji Youngwon shook Yoo Han’s head vigorously, holding both his nape and cheek.

“What’s there to make you feel so fucking terrible, huh?”

After tormenting Yoo Han’s face for a while, Ji Youngwon exhaled a bored breath. He harshly threw Yoo Han’s cheeks aside and stood up.

He returned to his seat with an on-the-rocks glass in hand, sweeping back his hair that had fallen forward. Yoo Han’s face looked more relaxed, suggesting the fever might have subsided. Ji Youngwon downed the peaty whiskey in one gulp. The burning heat in his throat somehow intensified the restless stirring below.

Annoyed by the sight of Yoo Han lying exposed and vulnerable, Ji Youngwon dressed him, but his erection showed no signs of subsiding.

“Damn it.”

Although he preferred forced sexual acts, it was only satisfying if the other person reciprocated. The limp, almost corpse-like person wasn’t enough to lose his senses over, so Ji Youngwon had to get up again.

Entering the bathroom, Ji Youngwon stripped off all his clothes. His reflection in the mirror caught his eye as a fiery arousal surged within him. He stepped into the shower and turned the knob to the right, letting painfully cold water pour down.

His erect penis still stood stubbornly firm, fiercely clinging to his stomach. Ji Youngwon chuckled to himself as he wet his lips with his tongue and gripped his member. It fit tightly in his large hand.

“Phew…”

Cold water droplets cascaded down his firm chest to his lower body, making a splashing sound in the bathroom. Ji Youngwon clenched his fingers around his penis, sending a thrilling sensation throughout his body.

“…Fuck.”

Another curse burst out. The physical reaction to another’s body, juvenile as it was, filled him with disgust. Ji Youngwon silently continued the motion, increasingly driven by rising sexual tension.

The locked voice of the whimpering Yoo Han, the fever-flushed cheeks, the constantly heaving chest, the nipples that seemed painted with pink tint, the moist eyes, the warm, damp sensation inside his mouth.

“Ah….”

It wasn’t a woman’s body, but a man’s. Recalling the hairless, slender, white legs, veins popped out on the back of his hand. The increasing pressure led Ji Youngwon to exhale a murky breath. The more vigorously he shook his hand, the more the angles below his shoulder blades writhed endlessly.

‘Ahjussi.’

Suddenly, Ji Youngwon was recalling Yoo Han’s round eyes.

‘If you’re not going to help, then don’t nag! I’ve heard enough.’

The memory of Yoo Han’s first visit to the office flashed by. The memory of his almost tearful, pleading eyes brought on an overwhelming urge to climax. If it had been merely discovering a body that matched his taste, the act of masturbation could have been somewhat justified. However, recalling the eyes of a bell runner while climaxing was definitely problematic.

This nearly confirmed that Yoo Han’s appearance was to his taste. Only a madman would…

Ji Youngwon turned off the pouring water and leaned back against the tile wall. His head tilted back as his hand movements quickened.

Tsap, tsap. The sticky sound repeated for a few minutes before white semen burst from the tip of his penis. Ji Youngwon watched the semen splatter against the shower glass and exhaled deeply.

He hadn’t realized the strangeness when he entered the bathroom. The choice to masturbate while laying someone down seductively on a bed was even less characteristic of him. If it had been the usual Ji Youngwon, he would have disregarded all reason and indulged in a sleep assault.

“Sigh…”

The thought that he was unconsciously considering Yoo Han’s feelings brought a different kind of disgust. Ji Youngwon’s brows furrowed deeply.