INT Ch 10.2

Woojin was exhausted, but he found himself strangely enjoying the situation. Tormenting Haewon was fun, and his reactions were amusing.

Learning about Haewon’s every attempt to forget him through the magnet excited Woojin. So, he diligently worked on disrupting Haewon’s plans. If Haewon tried to go somewhere to change his mood, Woojin would block the path. If Haewon went to a bar, Woojin would send a raid. If Haewon went to an internet café, Woojin would interfere there too. He thwarted all of Haewon’s efforts to distract himself with other activities.

Woojin made sure Haewon could only think of him while lying in bed at the officetel. He made Haewon stay in bed, crying.

Exactly two weeks later, on a rainy day signaling the start of winter, Moon Haewon came to Woojin’s officetel.

After receiving Haewon’s location from the magnet, Woojin ordered a withdrawal and praised the magnet’s efforts. He sent a considerable amount of money as a reward and deliberately waited until past four in the morning. If Haewon gave up and left, it meant he wasn’t ready yet. In that case, Woojin planned to start disrupting Haewon’s activities all over again.

Woojin hadn’t changed the officetel password, so he assumed Haewon would be waiting inside. Surprisingly, Haewon was standing outside the door.

It was an unusually cold day with rain, making it even colder. Haewon, soaked and waiting in the hallway for hours, was shivering. His face was pale, and his lips were blue from the cold.

Woojin ignored Haewon as planned and entered the officetel. He turned on the heat and warmed the place up. Leaning against the door where Haewon was expected to be waiting, Woojin checked his wristwatch and killed time.

Haewon reached the limit of his patience. Just coming here had taken all of Haewon’s effort. And there he was, shivering and waiting at the door. Woojin had achieved his goal and didn’t make Haewon wait any longer. He opened the door.

∞ ∞ ∞

Woojin opened his eyes, waking from an unpleasant dream. Frowning, he sat up abruptly. As he was about to get out of bed, he stopped, noticing the figure lying next to him.

Haewon, who had endured all night and finally burst into tears, was asleep.

Moon Haewon was a violinist. His performances were deep and profound, with delicate expression and exquisite technique. His face when immersed in music was so erotic it could arouse anyone.

Moon Haewon had the most preferred appearance of anyone Woojin had ever seen. His personality was unpredictable, making him even more intriguing.

Woojin had met many beautiful people, but none had both the outer and inner qualities that Moon Haewon possessed. Usually, those with good looks were empty-headed, and those with interesting inner qualities lacked physical attraction. Woojin knew his tastes were particular.

Moon Haewon was the first to match his preferences both in appearance and personality. Whether dressed or undressed, Haewon met his tastes, and their relationship always brought greater satisfaction than expected.

Haewon’s bold, staring eyes, white skin, long neck, smooth body that invited touch, and especially his fingers moving across the violin strings, creating resonant sounds, were all incredibly arousing.

Woojin had initially approached Haewon because of Lee Taeshin’s matter, but he found Haewon so appealing that he continued the relationship.

Woojin tamed Haewon, who was like a wild horse. Haewon, unaware of Woojin’s involvement, voluntarily became his. Fortunately, Haewon’s officetel was close to the prosecutor’s office.

Woojin checked his watch. It was 6:05 AM. He had a meeting at 7 AM, but seeing Haewon lying naked made thoughts of the meeting vanish from his mind. Despite his caution, he spread Haewon’s legs, revealing his smooth, long limbs.

Haewon moaned and buried his face in the pillow, whimpering as if in discomfort. Woojin, holding his erect penis, brought it to Haewon’s parted buttocks. He teased the visible hole with the tip of his penis.

Haewon’s naked body shivered. Woojin continued to rub gently while moving his hand to Haewon’s nipples. He squeezed Haewon’s small, firm chest as if grasping a mound, making Haewon barely open his heavy eyelids. Haewon’s voice was hoarse and strained.

“What are you doing?” Haewon asked.

“Are you awake? Go back to sleep,” Woojin whispered softly in his ear, releasing his tight grip. He should have done this last night when Haewon was out of it, but he knew that being too rough would hurt Haewon, and that would cause problems. Haewon would stop answering his calls, run away, and disappear, doing everything to spite Woojin.

Woojin relaxed his grip and gently teased Haewon’s nipples. Haewon’s body trembled at the touch, and he slowly rubbed his lower body against the bed. His honest reactions to desire didn’t seem vulgar, another unique quality of Moon Haewon.

Watching Haewon’s smooth back writhing, Woojin brought both hands to Haewon’s chest, freely touching his nipples and areolas. He covered Haewon’s back with his own chest, pressing his hard, leaking penis against Haewon’s buttocks. Woojin, who hated uncertainty, now leisurely and satisfyingly enjoyed his complete ownership of Haewon’s mind and body.

“Augh, ugh…….”

Haewon let out a ticklish moan, the sound stimulating and erotic. Woojin pressed his face against Haewon’s cheek, kissing his neck and straight shoulders. He trapped Haewon’s legs between his own and tightened them, his penis fitting snugly between Haewon’s thighs.

Slowly moving his hips, he rubbed against Haewon’s groin just below. He didn’t stop touching Haewon’s chest either. Trapping the erect nipple between his thumb and index finger and applying a little pressure, he tickled it, making Haewon’s breath ragged.

“Haewon,” Woojin called.

“Ugh, yeah?” Haewon responded.

“I want to do it.”

“…Again? I’m too sore.”

“When I say I want to, you just need to nod.”

“No… no, it hurts.”

Woojin had lost count of how many times they had done it last night. He had wasted precious days trying to keep his distance from Haewon and then Haewon had been hospitalized with the flu.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, Haewon had relaxed in Woojin’s arms and lost consciousness, as if saying, “Do whatever you want.” It was as if Haewon was saying, “This body is yours, so do whatever you want with it.”

Woojin had a pent-up desire that only Haewon could satisfy. It was wise of Haewon to come to him first before Woojin did something drastic. Remembering the faint thrill he felt when he saw Haewon squatting in front of his officetel door, Woojin recalled the chilling sensation that ran down his spine.

Even though he had tried to let go of his obsession with Haewon and pushed him away, seeing Haewon shivering in the cold outside his officetel made Woojin realize that he might even kill to have him. He forgave Haewon and accepted him, taking possession of his mind and heart. When Haewon whispered, “I love you,” through tears, Woojin felt the joy of ownership. Moon Haewon belonged to him completely, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

Yet, what was his refused to obey, shaking his head weakly.

“Haewon, when I say I want to come inside you, you should spread your legs nicely and say, ‘Please come inside me,’ right?”

“No, it hurts…”

Haewon wasn’t just being difficult; his lower body was swollen and hot to the touch. Last night, Haewon had been thoroughly exhausted. He endured three rounds but collapsed after the fourth. His cries of pain and agony were music to Woojin’s ears, his entire body becoming an instrument playing beautiful sounds.

“Try it. Say, ‘Please come inside me.'”

“Ah, don’t do it. You pervert.”

Haewon shuddered, telling Woojin not to whisper such vulgar words in his ear. Woojin knew Haewon loved his voice. Haewon could come ten times just from Woojin’s voice alone. Touching Haewon’s chest and lower body, Woojin couldn’t hold back any longer and pushed his penis inside. A scream mixed with tears burst out.

“It hurts, it hurts… Ah, it hurts! Hyung, Hyung……!”

The clinging inner walls quivered. Woojin mounted him and started thrusting his hips vigorously. The more he did, the deeper Haewon’s cries became. Woojin grabbed Haewon’s hair, pulling his head back. Tears streamed down his cheeks, dripping from his chin. Haewon was in pain and agony.

“It hurts, it hurts, Hyung, Woojin Hyung, ah… ah!”

Seeing Haewon in pain, Woojin felt a twinge of regret and pulled out of his body. As he withdrew, the tightening hole sharply scraped his glans.

Gripping his swollen penis, he stroked it. The reason Woojin could stop midway was because of Moon Haewon’s hand. The hand that created such beautiful music gripped his penis, and the pleasure it brought was as intense as when he was inside Haewon, making him cry.

Woojin brought Haewon’s hand to his penis and made him grip it. Haewon, crying, touched him. Looking down at the sobbing Haewon, Woojin added his hand to Haewon’s and vigorously stimulated his lower body.

The hurriedly moving hand finally stopped. Woojin furrowed his brow and ejaculated onto Haewon’s chest. His semen soaked Haewon’s red, swollen nipples and bruised areolas, trickling down his side and into his armpit.

“Phew…….”

Woojin rubbed the tip of his penis, still spurting semen, against Haewon’s chest. Haewon’s skin trembled. Even though he complained about the pain, he didn’t seem to hate it. If Haewon truly hated it, it would cause Woojin endless trouble, so he had to control his desires to some extent.

Moon Haewon was different from others. He was unpredictable, like a wild ping-pong ball bouncing in random directions. Woojin couldn’t calculate or measure how to hit the ball to get it to return to where he wanted. He had to move carefully.

The interesting thing was that sometimes Moon Haewon would move in the direction Woojin wanted on his own. And Woojin found that endearing.

Leaving the exhausted Haewon in bed, Woojin got up, took a shower, and got dressed. Haewon, who had been lying limply, only managed to sit up when Woojin was fully dressed.

Haewon looked at him blankly. Woojin approached him, cupped his cheek, and lifted his face to get a better look. Just seeing Haewon’s face was visually satisfying. After only seeing photos sent by the magnet, seeing him up close was even more captivating. Woojin felt proud that this face was his.

During their time apart, it wasn’t just Haewon who suffered; Woojin also missed seeing and touching Haewon. He brushed his thumb over Haewon’s chapped lips. Haewon looked up at him with clear eyes.

“Don’t skip breakfast and make sure to take your medicine. If you feel strange, go to the hospital. I’ll let your mother know,” Woojin said.

“It’s because of you,” Haewon replied.

“I couldn’t help it. It’s been too long, and you’re too beautiful to resist.”

Haewon didn’t seem to mind being called beautiful. Instead, he looked at Woojin with an expression that craved more compliments.

Woojin chose his words strategically, especially with those he was in a relationship with. Making them feel good with a few words was much more beneficial than making them upset and difficult to handle.

Haewon’s displeased expression didn’t change, but he seemed somewhat appeased. The tension in his tightly closed lips eased.

“I’m leaving. Go back to sleep,” Woojin said.

“Okay. Call me if you miss me,” Haewon replied.

Woojin hadn’t intended to, but he found himself smiling genuinely. Whenever Moon Haewon unexpectedly touched his heart, Woojin smiled instinctively, not strategically. He should have just turned around, but his body wouldn’t listen.

He stroked Haewon’s soft hair and pressed his lips to Haewon’s forehead, taking four breaths before he could pull away and turn around. As he left Haewon’s officetel, he checked his watch; it was 7:10 AM.

The prosecutor’s office parking lot was full. Woojin parked in the executive parking area and got out of his car. An early morning meeting was scheduled, and the special unit chief, the deputy chief prosecutor leading the joint investigation, and other junior prosecutors were gathered in the chief’s office. Woojin was thirty minutes late.

He opened the chief’s office door and entered. The deputy chief prosecutor, who was briefing the team on the case progress, paused. Woojin bowed his head to Chief Lee Seung-min and the deputy chief prosecutor, apologizing for being late.

“I’m a bit late,” Woojin said.

“What’s gotten into you lately, Woojin? You’ve been late a lot,” Chief Lee Seung-min remarked.

“I’ve been busy with a lot of work, so I’ve been tired,” Woojin explained, his tone indicating that he wanted to drop the subject. He sat in an empty seat and accepted a file from a junior prosecutor. The deputy chief prosecutor resumed the briefing.

“The finance team leader is scheduled to be summoned today, and we will review each case and apply the law accordingly,” the deputy chief prosecutor said.

“I’ll handle the finance team leader’s interrogation,” Woojin interjected. Planning and investigation were good opportunities to achieve results, and he couldn’t let someone else take that chance. Chief Lee Seung-min nodded in agreement.

The meeting, which Woojin had been late for, ended. The special unit prosecutors left the chief’s office and returned to their respective offices. Following Woojin, Junior Prosecutor Jung Homyung asked him quietly,

“Sunbae, do you have a lover?”

“What?” Woojin asked.

“It’s visible on your neck,” Jung Homyung said.

Woojin turned to look at him, and Jung Homyung’s gaze was fixed on his neck. Touching the area, Woojin felt a faint pain where Moon Haewon had bitten him the night before.

Haewon would often bite Woojin’s lips until they bled and leave dark kiss marks on his neck and collarbone. Last night, unhappy with being the only one in pain, Haewon suddenly bit Woojin’s neck with all his might. Woojin, grimacing, grabbed Haewon’s hair and roughly pulled him away as he bit like an animal.

Haewon was unpredictable, like a wild animal.

“You’re observant about the strangest things.”

“What kind of person is he? I can’t believe it, so I’m really curious who managed to capture the heart of someone like Sunbae, who only ever focuses on work.”

Jung Homyung’s words had a pointed edge. Woojin was someone who always prioritized work. He dedicated himself fully to his career and paid no attention to anything else. While he had been engaged once, he had never truly experienced a romantic relationship. Those who could be considered as having dated him were divided into two categories: those he approached with a specific purpose in mind and those he met to satisfy certain needs. Beyond that, he had never been interested in anything deeper.

Woojin briefly thought of Moon Haewon. About how he disrupted his focus, distracting him from his work. About how his presence lingered in his mind, interfering to the point where he would drop everything to go to him.

“I hurt myself exercising. What kind of thoughts must you have to see it differently?”

Woojin spoke in a flat tone. Jung Homyung scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

Cute.

That was Woojin’s overall impression of Moon Haewon.

He was cute. The way he acted up, the way he called him things like “Ahjussi,” “Sir,” or even “Old man,” and most of all, his audaciousness—how he neither feared nor hesitated before him—was endearing. His playful attitude charmed him.

Even his usual expression—lips pressed tightly together and brows furrowed as if he were angry—was cute. The audacity to lie about being a college student at his age was also amusingly cute.

In his eyes, Haewon seemed like someone bouncing and tumbling about in the palm of his hand. But the moment he began to play his instrument, everything changed. He transformed into a completely different kind of person—sensual and captivating.

And he excelled at arousing his desires. Haewon stimulated Woojin sexually in a way he hadn’t experienced before. Being around him provoked a deep hunger, a primal need akin to starvation.

There were moments when he felt he might lose control, even though he abhorred the thought of anything as vile as assault. He managed to suppress those urges, but it wasn’t always easy.

“Should I set you up on a blind date? Isn’t it time you started dating, Sunbae? What type do you like?”

“I like someone who’s cute and sexy.”

Without realizing it, Woojin replied, thinking of Haewon.

“That’s unexpected. I thought you’d prefer something more extraordinary, like the youngest graduate of law school or someone who’s aced three major exams. You know, not the usual type.”

“I’m just a regular guy.”

“I didn’t know you liked the ‘bagel’ type.”

“What?”

“A baby face with a glamorous figure—that’s what we call a ‘bagel’ type.”

“A baby face with a voluptuous body? That’s a disturbingly strange combination. If you’ve got time to talk nonsense like this, why not focus on work instead?”

It was a crude term. Woojin frowned, clearly displeased. Jung Homyung, who often stayed up all night like Woojin, flinched and quickly apologized for overstepping.

Woojin arrived at his office, opened the door, and walked in without a backward glance. Behind him, Jung Homyung deeply bowed and said, “Good luck with your work.” But by the time he got to the word “luck,” the door had already closed.

Haewon did have a baby face. Despite being twenty-nine, he pretended to be a music student, and there were even people naïve enough to believe such an absurd claim.

Woojin didn’t like the number twenty-nine. It was the age when his fiancée committed suicide and when Lee Taeshin also took his life, causing him trouble.

After experiencing such coincidences twice, the fact that Moon Haewon was also twenty-nine unsettled him. It was one of the reasons he tried to keep his distance. Twenty-nine was an imperfect number. Thankfully, he would soon turn thirty. With the arrival of winter, everything would fall into place.

“Prosecutor, did Chief Prosecutor Park Hyeongsu call you? Your phone was off.”

“I turned it off because I was in a meeting.”

“He said it was urgent and asked you to call him back.”

“Understood. I’ll call him.”

Woojin responded to Hwang Gyejang and entered his office, closing the door behind him. From a corner of the bookshelf packed with legal texts and casebooks, he pulled out a thick manual on prosecution practices. Inside the book, which no one would bother to open, was an envelope. He retrieved it and made a call to Park Hyeongsu.

“My apologies. I was in a meeting.”

― I hear you’re digging into the Federation of Korean Industries?

“The former Minister of Economy and Finance under the previous administration is now the floor leader of the ruling party. I’m proceeding cautiously.”

― By the way, CEO Kim Jeonggeun isn’t answering my calls. Have you been in touch with him recently?

Park casually inquired about the ongoing investigation before broaching the real subject with a sly tone. He must have been on edge with Kim Hanse relentlessly digging into the matter.

“I heard he’s on an overseas trip.”

Woojin turned his gaze to the calendar hanging on the wall and continued speaking.

“He’s coming back today. Try calling him in the evening. He should answer.”

― So, you’re saying he’s not avoiding me on purpose?

“Remember, this is a situation where the two of you need to work together. You’ll need to handle it carefully, sir. Don’t forget that CEO Kim is a businessman. It’s best not to expect loyalty from him.”

― I’ll have to persuade him somehow. It’s not like we’ve just worked together for a year or two. Why create tension over something like this? If I become the Prosecutor General, I could get you promoted to a division chief at the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office during my term. You understand what I’m saying, right?

“Don’t worry about me. You two need to come to an agreement first. Internally, we know it’s difficult to let this slide as long as Kim Hanse is holding on to it, but CEO Kim might not understand that. You’ll have to convince him properly. If you two end up at odds, both the prosecution and Hangyeong will find themselves in a difficult position.”

That was precisely what Woojin had been waiting for.

― Kim Jeonggeun isn’t foolish enough to make excessive demands. All I need to do is put on a show, serve some time, and get out on a health-related bail. If he messes with me, all the work the prosecution has invested will go to waste. He wouldn’t risk that, would he? And the Prosecutor General wouldn’t stay silent either.

“Exactly.”

His reasoning was sound. The problem was that events were unlikely to unfold the way Park Hyeongsu imagined. There was no way Kim Jeonggeun, a conglomerate head, would willingly subject himself to a prosecution investigation because of a mere senior prosecutor. That was who Kim Jeonggeun was.

After finishing his call with Park, Woojin placed the envelope of documents into his bag.

Kim Jeonggeun was scheduled to return from his Shanghai business trip on an evening flight. After his return, he would likely meet with Park Hyeongsu or contact Woojin. Although he had been abroad, he would already be aware of the situation through his secretariat.

Woojin calculated his schedule. He needed to clear his evening from 9 PM onward.

He hadn’t initially planned to move so quickly. He intended to prepare thoroughly, waiting until he was promoted to a position like division chief at the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office, where he could wield some real power.

He didn’t deny that he had been spurred on by Haewon’s words. The cutting remark about being nothing more than Kim Jeonggeun’s dog made him unwilling to endure a few more years under the pretext of needing more preparation. Until now, he had lived as his dog, but not anymore.

In the morning, he cleared the backlog of indictments, and in the afternoon, he personally interrogated the financial officer of the Federation of Korean Industries, who had been summoned as a witness.

Although the documents were flawless, a closer look revealed countless nonsensical details. The more he investigated, the clearer it became that the organization was useless and wasteful—a fundamentally irrational entity.

Over 5 billion won of taxpayers’ money went into producing a promotional newspaper that published little more than conservative economic articles, another 5 billion was spent maintaining the nonprofit organization, and the annual budget of 10 billion resulted in negligible, if not zero, tangible outcomes. It was a private association that was better off not existing—a blatant misuse of public funds to fill someone’s pockets.

Woojin had intended to process it at a surface level and focus on Kim Jeonggeun and Park Hyeongsu. However, he couldn’t simply overlook such blatant irrationality.

“The newspaper is distributed for free, but does anyone even read it?”

“Well, they must, or why would we distribute it?”

“You paid Representative Park of the Min-guk Party 20 million won per column. And that’s monthly.”

“That’s not just for the columns; it includes consulting fees and lecture fees for sessions with our executives. If anything, Representative Park accepted a reduced rate.”

“Submit a detailed breakdown today: the consulting details, lecture materials, lecture frequency, and attendance records.”

“We usually just consult over the phone, and there are no lecture materials or attendance records. This isn’t a school; we don’t keep track of attendees.”

“And no photos were taken either, I presume?”

“None.”

Woojin looked up at the financial officer, who was brazenly lying without flinching. His piercing gaze made the man avert his eyes and nervously sip his cold coffee.

“Do you smoke?”

Caught off guard by the question, the man nodded. Woojin pulled a cigarette from his shirt pocket, lit it, and began smoking. The financial officer, who had hoped Woojin would offer him one, awkwardly watched as Woojin enjoyed his cigarette alone.

With the cigarette between his lips, Woojin typed on his laptop.

“The Ministry of Economy and Finance allocated a budget of 12 billion won this year. That’s 2 billion more than last year, even though your activities haven’t changed significantly. What’s the extra 2 billion for?”

“This year, there’s an overseas training program for executives in Germany and the Netherlands, and we’re planning to build a training center in Gangwon Province. The budget request includes all those details.”

“5 billion for a newspaper nobody reads. 200 million for website development, with three daily visitors. You spent 200 million on a website even your staff don’t visit and pay 10 million won monthly for maintenance. Did you know this maintenance cost is on par with running large-scale servers?”

“I’m not an IT expert, so I wouldn’t know.”

“…Interesting.”

Woojin chuckled faintly. If someone planned to swindle, there should at least be evidence of effort. But all he could see was sheer deception—grating irrationality and injustice. The finance team’s leader’s lackadaisical attitude toward the investigation, relying on Representative Park’s backing, also irked him.

“What? What did you say?”

The finance team leader asked nervously, looking at Woojin’s faint smile with unease.

“I said it’s interesting.”

“…”

Woojin repeated, enunciating the word “interesting” clearly, though his expression betrayed no amusement.

Irrationality and injustice aside, the lack of effort in their theft was what annoyed him the most.

Not understanding the intent behind Woojin’s words, the finance team leader shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Woojin stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and addressed Jung Homyung, who was assisting him.

“Issue a summons for Park Yongho from the Min’guk Party.”

“Excuse me?”

It was a move to escalate matters. Alarmed, Jung Homyung looked at Woojin.

“Hold a briefing to expose the Federation of Economic Cooperation’s corruption and ensure it airs on the evening news. Call the press to form a photo line and have Park Yongho report by 8 AM the day after tomorrow.”

“Shouldn’t we report to the chief first?”

Jung Homyung asked cautiously, trying to gauge Woojin’s intentions. Without taking his piercing gaze off the pale-faced finance team leader, Woojin responded with the chilling calm of a predator instilling fear.

“This is my jurisdiction. Also, summon everyone involved in the federation’s newspaper operations, website development, and maintenance. Verify the site for the training center in Gangwon-do, and summon all construction and design firms involved.”

“Um, Prosecutor, if I could just say something… Can I make a phone call?”

“Arrest him immediately and request a warrant post hoc. Investigate Park Yongho thoroughly—leave no stone unturned, including everyone connected. Strip them bare if necessary.”

“…Senior. Park Yongho is the Min’guk Party’s floor leader and a former minister under the previous administration.”

Jung Homyung whispered carefully, ensuring the finance team leader couldn’t hear.

“I’ll take full responsibility. Have Team 3 focus entirely on Park Yongho.”

After delegating the investigation to Jung Homyung, Woojin left work around six. Preparing press releases, briefing journalists, and handling the summons would keep Jung Homyung busy, who cursed Woojin under his breath as he drove off without looking back.

Woojin headed straight to Haewon’s studio apartment. He had some free time until 9 PM. Haewon, apparently practicing the violin, was standing in front of a sheet of music with a lively expression. Woojin had expected him to be bedridden, but his stamina was surprisingly good. Turning to see Woojin, Haewon smiled warmly.

“You’re early.”

“I have to go out later.”

“Again? On duty?”

“Not duty—just an appointment. Let’s eat dinner.”

Woojin hung his jacket on a dining chair, put on an apron, and rolled up his sleeves to wash his hands. He opened Haewon’s fridge, recently restocked, and selected spaghetti as a quick and easy option.

Haewon, putting away his violin, approached Woojin and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, nuzzling his cheek against Woojin’s back.

“…I’m a mess. My hands are completely stiff and won’t move.”

“Take your time. You’ll recover as you keep practicing.”

“I have a lesson tomorrow, and the professor’s going to scold me.”

“Tell him you were sick. That you were too ill to practice.”

With his face buried in Woojin’s back, Haewon tightened his embrace as Woojin moved around the kitchen, following him like a shadow.

Woojin wasn’t the type to cook for someone else, but after observing Haewon for some time, he had deduced what kind of man Haewon was drawn to and what he liked.

Moon Haewon liked kind people. Receiving affection and care was second nature to him—almost expected. But beneath that, he desired someone with enough gravitas to rein in his capriciousness.

When Woojin entered the studio apartment, he adjusted himself to fit Haewon’s preferences: kind but not indulgent, firm without being domineering, and affectionate. None of it aligned with Woojin’s naturally indifferent demeanor, but just as he approached his work strategically, he dealt with Haewon the same way.

Haewon, who had been clinging to Woojin’s back, momentarily stepped away, and then click—the sound of a phone camera shutter caught Woojin’s attention. Turning around, he saw Haewon snapping pictures of him.

Click, click, click.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking pictures.”

“Why?”

“Because I never know when you’ll decide to call it quits. I need to be prepared—at least I’ll have plenty of photos.”

“As long as you behave, that won’t happen.”

“…Really? If I don’t change, you won’t either?”

Haewon set his phone down and approached Woojin, wrapping his arms around his waist again like it was second nature, looking up at him intently. Woojin’s self-control tended to waver when Haewon gazed at him like that from such an angle.

“The water’s boiling. You’ll get hurt.”

“Let’s eat later.”

“I don’t have time. I have to leave soon.”

“I don’t need to eat. Let’s eat later. Hmm?”

Eventually, Haewon reached over and turned off the induction stove. Then he untied the apron strings at Woojin’s back and took it off him. Woojin, his self-control fraying, lifted Haewon up effortlessly, supporting him by the hips as he kissed him fervently.

Carrying Haewon, he headed toward the bed. Haewon’s breathing became increasingly erratic and unsteady as he clung to Woojin, holding his face in both hands while their lips and tongues met urgently.

They tumbled onto the bed together. Woojin closed his eyes, focusing on Haewon’s lips and the warm, damp sensation inside his mouth. It was a taste that felt worth the time and effort. Just as he was caught up in the moment, Haewon’s hand pushed against his shoulder.

Woojin broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and looked down at Haewon, puzzled.

“Your phone… It’s ringing,” Haewon murmured, covering his flushed face with his arm. From Woojin’s jacket pocket, his phone vibrated with a persistent ringtone.

Glancing between Haewon and the jacket, Woojin reluctantly got up. He was expecting an important call.

Unexpectedly, the number displayed on the screen was from the Central District Prosecutors’ Office.

“Yes,” he answered.

—”Prosecutor Hyun, did you summon Representative Park Yongho?”

It was Chief Lee Seungmin. Woojin wiped the saliva Haewon had left on his lips with the back of his hand. He glanced briefly at Haewon lying on the bed before refocusing.

“Yes.”

—”You should have consulted me first. When did you release the press briefing?”

“Has the journalist briefing ended?”

—”Just now. You’re driving me crazy. Hey, you should’ve reported this to me first. The Chief Prosecutor is calling for you. Where are you right now?”

“There’s no need for you to know that. I have an appointment and can’t come. Please make up something plausible.”

Woojin turned to Haewon again. He was eager to return to the bed. Moon Haewon was waiting for him, sprawled languidly, anticipating Woojin’s touch and kisses.

His chest rose and fell gently with each slow breath. Woojin wanted to return and trail kisses down Haewon’s chest, but he licked his lips impatiently, trying to steady himself.

— You might have to cancel your plans and come here. The ruling party’s leader is here, too.

Lee Seungmin’s voice sounded troubled.

“If the ruling party’s leader is interfering with the investigation, you should block him. That’s your job as chief.”

—”Why did you go straight to issuing a summons? And why the photo line? You could’ve just quietly called him in.”

“I can’t come. If this continues, just bring out the investigation materials on the ruling party’s assembly members. Let them decide whether to sacrifice one or ten of their members when they’re already short on numbers.”

—”Who has those materials?”

“Jung Homyung should have them.”

—”Fine. But what’s this appointment about? Is it with CEO Kim Jeonggeun?”

“I already told you to stay out of it. It’s better if you don’t know.”

—”Ugh, you’re such a pain. I’m going to die of stress because of you.”

Woojin hung up and turned around. By then, Haewon had sat up on the bed, the earlier mood completely dissipated. He looked at Woojin curiously, his interest now focused on the phone call.

“Who was that?”

“The chief.”

“That chief you’re not very fond of?”

“The other chief, not that one.”

“Which office is the one you don’t like?”

“The Supreme Prosecutor’s Office chief prosecutor.”

“Why are there so many chiefs?”

“There are a lot. So many that they should probably streamline things. What do you want? Dinner, or…?”

“Aren’t you going to keep getting calls? Just turn off your phone. It’s distracting.”

Woojin knew Haewon sometimes secretly powered off his phone. If it wasn’t something important, he usually pretended not to notice and let him do as he pleased. But today, that wasn’t an option. They needed to either eat dinner or quickly wrap things up.

Woojin chose the latter. He swiftly undressed Haewon and took off his own shirt. Turning Haewon onto his stomach, he was met with a protest.

“I don’t like it… It feels like you’re just rushing to get it over with.”

“That’s not it.”

Though Woojin said it wasn’t, he was already unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. In his urgency, he forgot his usual first step. He leaned over, pressing his chest against Haewon’s back, and embraced him gently. Starting with Haewon’s nape and cheek, Woojin began planting careful kisses.

Pulling down Haewon’s underwear, he massaged his soft, lightly rounded hips. Haewon shifted his legs slightly apart and turned his head to glance back at Woojin. His long lashes fluttered lazily as he stared.

Arching his torso sensuously, Haewon reached back, gripping Woojin’s nape. He pulled him down forcefully, their lips locking in a fervent kiss. Their tongues intertwined messily, openly visible as they sought to consume each other. Woojin rubbed his tongue against Haewon’s and bit down gently on his lower lip before sucking on it.

“Mmnh…!”

The pressure made Haewon break the kiss, licking his now-sensitive lower lip. He murmured softly, almost to himself.

“…It’s strange.”

“What is?”

“That time when we broke up… back then, actually…”

“Actually what?”

“No, not actually… But back then, my lips hurt so much. It feels just like that now.”

“What do you mean? We weren’t even together then. Why would your lips hurt? Did you kiss someone else?”

“…What?”

“Did you kiss someone else?”

“No.”

“Then why did your lips hurt?”

“I don’t know.”

“I have no idea what you’re trying to say.”

Haewon absentmindedly touched his lips, as if recalling the pain from that time. Little did he know, Woojin had spent an entire night sucking on those very lips.

Haewon fell silent, worried Woojin might discover what had happened that day. He pretended nothing was wrong, gazing up at him with an innocent expression. The naivety in his face was almost laughable, yet endearing. If Woojin hadn’t known better, he might have believed him completely.

“When I kiss you, my lips hurt…”

Haewon whispered, pressing his lips lightly to Woojin’s. Heat rose like a shimmer in the air. Woojin gently nibbled and licked Haewon’s lips, avoiding any pain. Their tongues tangled again. Gripping his throbbing arousal, Woojin rubbed it against Haewon’s hips. Haewon turned to face him, wrapping his arms around Woojin’s shoulders.

Their kisses deepened, each trying to feel more of the other. Haewon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. His eyes glazed over with desire, and soft whimpers urged Woojin on.

Woojin wrapped his hand around Haewon’s length. Its sparse hair and lighter tone made it easier for Woojin, who wasn’t used to being with men, to feel less awkward. If anything, his familiarity with Haewon’s body made him adept at eliciting reactions.

Their lips locked again as Haewon’s hand wrapped around Woojin’s straining shaft. Woojin stroked Haewon, and a slick wetness seeped from the tip. Their shared saliva spilled from parted lips, and the humid heat of their intertwined bodies seemed to make the room feel stifling.

The air felt hot. Woojin slid his sweat-slicked hand down Haewon’s back, his fingers reaching between. Haewon’s body shuddered, and his chest heaved. Simultaneous stimulation left him gasping, writhing from the overwhelming sensations.

Woojin slipped a finger inside Haewon’s warm entrance, pushing in deeply. Haewon’s torso jerked upward.

“Ahh, mmnh!”

Woojin trailed kisses down Haewon’s neck and chest, taking one nipple fully into his mouth and swirling his tongue over it. Haewon’s entire body convulsed, trembling as if struggling to withstand the intensity of the sensations.

“Hyung, Woojin Hyung, Hyung… Hyung, ah, feels good, feels good….”

Haewon’s entrance preferred Woojin’s fingers over his penis and clung to them tightly. Shamelessly moving his lower body and moaning, Haewon’s writhing was too explicit, so Woojin focused on tormenting him.

“No, ah, no… Hyung, no….”

Haewon would say it felt good one moment and then say no the next. He was truly unpredictable. Woojin lifted his lips from Haewon’s chest, which he had been sucking on. The nipple, wet with his saliva, stood out prominently.

Left with only his instincts, Haewon pushed Woojin down on the bed and climbed on top of him, positioning himself on Woojin’s erect penis without hesitation. Woojin watched Haewon’s face intently as it changed from moment to moment.

“Ung….!”

The movement of Haewon pushing down and tightening around Woojin’s penis was erotic. Woojin regretted his past decision to stay away from Haewon. He should have taught Haewon with his body, making sure he would never leave him again.

Woojin lay back, supporting his head with both hands, and watched Haewon moving up and down on his penis. Whenever Haewon tried to open his tightly shut eyes, Woojin made a pained expression to encourage him. Haewon placed his hands on Woojin’s chest and moved his bent waist back and forth.

“Hyung, I want to come. Ugh, I want to come….”

“Five more minutes, huh….”

“I want to come. Let me come. Okay? I want to come.”

“Just hold on a bit longer.”

Woojin wasn’t trying to make Haewon wait; he was enjoying the moment. He didn’t want this good feeling to end quickly. Woojin sat up and wrapped his arms around Haewon’s waist, grabbing his erect penis. He pressed his thumb against Haewon’s urethra, blocking it.

Woojin knew exactly when and how Haewon would ejaculate, and how to make him experience overwhelming pleasure. By pressing and circling the urethra while thrusting upwards, Haewon couldn’t resist the urge to urinate.

“Ah, no. Hyung, not that. Don’t do it. Don’t!”

“It’s been a while, ha, Haewon has to pee in front of Hyung, huh? Huh!”

“No, don’t! You bastard!”

Haewon’s fierce punch hit Woojin’s shoulder. Woojin hugged Haewon and pinned him down on the bed.

“Ah!”

Trapped and unable to escape, Haewon could only twist his hips and whimper.

Woojin’s thrusts grew deeper and faster, his breath ragged and hot. Haewon, trying to hit Woojin and escape, gasped for breath.

“No, ah, let me go! Let go! Ha, ah, Hyun Woojin! You bastard! Stop it!”

Haewon begged Woojin to stop, twisting his upper body in agony. Woojin gripped Haewon’s penis tightly and blocked his hole.

“You want to come like a baby, ha, anywhere, huh? Haewon. Look at Hyung. Look at my face.”

“No, no!”

Woojin grabbed Haewon’s cheeks with one hand, forcing him to look at him. Unable to bear it any longer, Haewon finally burst into tears.

“Stop it! Stop it…. I’m really going to come! No, don’t, huh, it’s coming, it’s coming. It’s coming out, it’s coming out. Please… please….”

Haewon begged Woojin, sobbing. Woojin’s excited face grew stern.

“Ha, fuck.”

Woojin cursed and thrust deeply into Haewon. Sweat beaded on his chest, glistening.

“Moon Haewon, Haewon. Look at Hyung. Huh? Fuck, look at my face….”

Curses kept spilling out. Woojin grabbed Haewon’s neck and lifted him up. Their eyes met. Haewon’s tear-filled eyes looked at Woojin, or rather, through him.

“Ah, ugh, ah!”

Haewon’s body, drenched in sweat, trembled and convulsed as Woojin released his grip. Hot liquid spurted from Haewon’s penis. Woojin didn’t stop; he thrust faster and harder. Haewon ejaculated intermittently each time Woojin thrust into him.

The muscles contracted, tightening the inner walls, and Woojin’s forehead creased. With a loud, wet sound, Woojin thrust deeply and held his breath.

“Kuh….!”

Woojin’s lower abdomen tensed as he reached his climax. His defined abs contracted, and his lower belly quivered as he ejaculated.