The Night Of The Untraced

The marks left on the white blanket were clearly traces of tears that had fallen. Seungjoo looked back and forth between Muheun and the blanket several times, feeling that something about it was too surreal. The way Muheun had his face covered, the occasional trembling breaths—everything felt disorienting.“Why… Why are you crying?”Seungjoo swore he had never seen Muheun cry before. Even when Seunghee and Seungtae passed away, Muheun had remained motionless, not shedding a single tear. Seungjoo had wanted to comfort him then, but in the end, it was Seungjoo who had been the one to cry.“What’s going on? Why… no, why are you crying?”Muheun lowered his head, his breath shaky, and Seungjoo found himself at a loss for words. He fumbled for something to say, his lips trembling. In a panic, he knelt on the bed beside Muheun.“Why are you doing this, huh?”He gently shook Muheun’s wrist, trying to get his attention. It was a plea to be seen, but Muheun only intertwined their hands tightly. Seungjoo was thankful Muheun didn’t pull away.“Did I do something wrong? Or are you hurt…?”Muheun’s response was almost imperceptible, a slight shake of his head. He seemed to be trying to calm himself, breathing deeply.‘This is driving me crazy.’Seungjoo had been comforted before, but never had he been the one to offer comfort. With someone crying in front of him, he felt completely helpless. His mind went blank as he tried to figure out what to do.What did Hyung do in situations like this? He would comfort, kiss, soothe, and wipe away the tears. Seungjoo tried to mimic that, but Muheun wasn’t being cooperative.“Hyung, please… Look at me.”If he just pulled away, maybe he could do something. He couldn’t even try to kiss him with his face covered. If Muheun would at least say what was wrong, it would be easier, but instead, Muheun just swallowed his tears in silence.He never imagined that seeing someone cry could be so bewildering. If he could, he would beg Muheun to stop, but with his heart sinking, the only thing he could do was approach him, crawling on his knees.“Please…”It wasn’t until Seungjoo began to tear up that Muheun made a move. He didn’t lift his head; instead, he extended his hand, not yet holding Seungjoo’s. Seungjoo, already half-standing, lifted his casted arm, and Muheun squeezed through the gap between them.“…”The grip they had on each other loosened, and Seungjoo, almost in a daze, gently wrapped his uninjured hand around Muheun’s shoulder. Before long, Muheun was fully in his embrace, pulling Seungjoo’s waist tightly against him.“…A few years ago.”Seungjoo felt the damp fabric of his clothes, realizing Muheun had truly been crying. The realization made his chest tighten, his heart aching.“There was a time when I couldn’t let go of the person I loved… and I kept them tied to me with a charm until their soul turned into a vengeful spirit.”Seungjoo had heard something similar. When the association briefly operated in pairs, there were cases where exorcists couldn’t accept the death of a colleague and ended up hiding their soul. In the end, many souls turned into evil spirits, which led the association to abolish the two-person system altogether.“At the time, I thought it was foolish…”“…”“But now, I think I understand what that feeling was like.”His voice, drenched with emotion, sounded fragile, cracking with every word. It was a sharp contrast to his usual soft tone, now filled with sorrow.If Seungjoo could offer some kind of comforting words, he would. But sadly, he wasn’t the one who could speak those gentle words—people like Kim Muryeong were the ones who could.So, Seungjoo lowered his gaze and simply replied.“I’m not a soul.”Muheun let out a soft, almost bitter laugh at that. Despite the tears still lingering in his breath, the sadness was less pronounced than before. Muheun smiled weakly, then pulled Seungjoo’s waist closer.“Yeah… You’re not a soul.”Seungjoo felt a sudden, inexplicable surge of emotion. It wasn’t overwhelming, but it made his chest feel tight, as though his heart had been soothed by Muheun’s words, or perhaps it was the warmth of his embrace.“Were you that worried about me?”“…”“You were afraid I wouldn’t wake up?”Muheun didn’t answer but nodded, burying his face in Seungjoo’s chest. The man who always appeared so mature was now acting like a child, clinging to him. Before Seungjoo could ask anything further, Muheun whispered softly.“I was scared.”That single sentence hit Seungjoo like a tidal wave of regret. He wished Muheun would express his feelings more loudly, like a parent would. But Muheun was the type to suffer quietly, and the anxiety he had been bottling up had to be unbearable.Seungjoo sighed, gently placing his hand on the back of Muheun’s head. He brushed through Muheun’s hair just as Muheun had done for him before, and Muheun rested his forehead against Seungjoo’s shoulder. The soft strands of hair tangled between Seungjoo’s fingers as their clothes became even more damp.“Stop crying, okay?”“Yeah…”Despite the words, Muheun couldn’t bring himself to lift his head. As he absentmindedly lowered it, Seungjoo caught a glimpse of a piercing on Muheun’s ear. He gently touched it and opened his mouth.“Hyung, if you’re really anxious…”A conversation he once overheard between Muheun and Seunghee came to mind. Muheun had casually mentioned the meaning behind the piercing on just one side, telling Seunghee a silly superstition.“Should we get a piercing? On the right side.”Perhaps that was why Muheun had asked, because although he didn’t believe in superstitions, he often did foolish things when it came to matters concerning himself.“No.”Without hesitation, Muheun immediately answered. He suddenly lifted his head, making eye contact with Seungjoo and frowning slightly.“It really hurts.”“…”If it didn’t hurt, didn’t you get a piercing to make it look like that? He had even suggested getting the piercing earlier, but now he was trying to scare Seungjoo with talk of pain.“Then never mind.”Well, in any case, Seungjoo wasn’t planning on getting a piercing either. Now that Muheun had lifted his head, that was enough for Seungjoo. He checked that there were no new tears in Muheun’s reddened eyes, then gently cupped his face with his left hand.“Hyung, your eyes are red.”As he softly rubbed around the eye area with his thumb, Muheun closed his eyes and relaxed. His long lashes were still damp from the tears. While it was a little pitiful, it was also strangely cute, so Seungjoo couldn’t help but tease.“Why would a thirty-year-old cry over something like that?”“…”Instead of arguing, Muheun just smiled with his eyes closed. The expression, which might have seemed silly coming from anyone else, didn’t feel that way at all when it was Muheun.“A thirty-year-old isn’t an adult either.”Fortunately, Muheun didn’t cry anymore. He simply leaned into Seungjoo’s hand and shamelessly asked for something.“Hyung, kiss me.”At this point, there was no need to comfort him, but Seungjoo gladly kissed him. As Seungjoo gently pressed his lips to the corner of Muheun’s eye, Muheun slowly lifted his eyelids. A smile was now more prominent on his lips than before.“You have to kiss me on the lips.”“…If you laugh and cry, you’ll grow horns on your butt.”It was a joke out of awkwardness, but Muheun didn’t care. He grinned and kissed Seungjoo first. Their lips formed a perfect arc.“Wanna see? If I have horns.”“Ah, Hyung, you really are like an old man.”Seungjoo chuckled, shifting his posture. He had been kneeling for so long that his legs were starting to tingle. Glancing down, he noticed the fresh tear marks on his hospital gown.‘Kim Muheun cries, too.’Muheun’s parents, who were even older than him, had cried before, so it was foolish of Seungjoo to have thought Muheun would always be fine. Even though he always acted mature, there were clearly moments when he passed his breaking point.Still, Seungjoo wished Muheun wouldn’t cry if he could help it. It wasn’t because he disliked him acting childishly, but rather because he truly didn’t want to see him cry. Now, when he cried, Seungjoo could finally understand why Muheun always looked so distressed when he was the one crying.“The food’s probably cold by now.”“It’s okay. It’s easy to eat, so it’s fine.”Despite his still-red eyes, Muheun fed Seungjoo the rice. He didn’t seem embarrassed about having cried, but he did look a bit sheepish. Perhaps he felt bad for making Seungjoo uncomfortable.Seungjoo finished the rice quickly, and as soon as he was done, Muheun helped him brush his teeth. Muheun seemed to want to help him shower, but of course, Seungjoo flatly refused. While he needed help washing his hair, he was already fully dressed by then.After finishing his shower by himself with some difficulty, Seungjoo still needed Muheun’s help to fasten the buttons on his new hospital gown. Since he was already wearing pants, his upper body felt less awkward, and Seungjoo finally agreed to let Muheun help him.“You’re gonna help me, huh?”Seungjoo sat on the bed while Muheun dressed his upper half. Although Muheun could have been bothered by it, he instead seemed more eager to help, almost desperate to do more.Watching him, Seungjoo suddenly remembered something and decided it was time to ask.“Hyung, I’ve been wondering…”“Yeah?”“It’s not a big deal…”Seungjoo figured now was as good a time as any to ask. There was no point in being unnecessarily prideful, and if he didn’t ask now, he felt like he might never get an answer. After all, Muheun had cried for him, so it was better to clear things up.“Are we dating?”“What?”The fingers that had been fastening the last button came to a halt. Muheun stopped moving, raising his head. Seungjoo, noticing the blank gaze directed at him, awkwardly furrowed his brows.“No, I just… got a bit confused.”More than confusion, it was closer to a desire for reassurance. They say a word can resolve a thousand doubts, so why was it that Muheun never chose to say things directly? It could be frustrating at times, how he’d never give an answer unless asked.“Whether we’re dating or not… if you actually like me… things like that.”“…Did Hyung make you feel confused?”He belatedly responded, sounding dazed, his expression carrying a hint of shock. All Seungjoo could think to say was this:“You never asked me to date you.”While he felt a little embarrassed, a sudden surge of frustration welled up. Had he done anything wrong? That thought lingered.“You never said you liked me, either….”So, Seungjoo trailed off, fixing his gaze on Muheun. Raising an eyebrow, he finally said the words he’d been holding back.“I was the only one who confessed.”“….”Muheun’s dark eyes gazed at Seungjoo intently. They seemed to tremble slightly, but before Seungjoo could point it out, Muheun parted his lips.“Ah….”A soft chuckle escaped through his parted lips. It wasn’t a genuine laugh but more of a sigh born from realization. Letting out a few dry chuckles, Muheun lowered his gaze and muttered.“…So that’s why.”There was no need to ask what he was recalling. Muheun, who had gone quiet for a moment, soon met Seungjoo’s gaze, seeking confirmation.“Is that what you wanted Hyung to say?”‘…Hyung, do you have something to tell me?’Remembering that moment, Seungjoo nodded. Why did this feel so embarrassing? It felt childish, but he kept a straight face, refusing to back down, which made Muheun’s throat rumble with a low hum.“Hmm….”A fleeting hint of guilt crossed Muheun’s face. After quietly rolling his eyes, he finished fastening the button, smoothing out the wrinkled hem. Then, he slowly lowered himself, resting his hands on Seungjoo’s thighs as he knelt on the floor.Their eyes met in the air, tangling intensely. It wasn’t often that Seungjoo looked down at Muheun, and it felt strange whenever it happened. It gave him an odd sense of superiority, realizing that Muheun only lowered himself like this for him.Muheun’s hands gradually slid up Seungjoo’s thighs, holding Seungjoo’s left hand that lay quietly there. His touch felt unusually warm against the back of Seungjoo’s hand, which had tensed unknowingly.Just as Seungjoo flinched, Muheun spoke with a serious look on his face.“I like you.”“….”The soft words were so sweet they squeezed Seungjoo’s chest. His gaze conveyed his feelings fully, as though his heart was laid bare. Tilting his head slightly, Muheun added one more thing.“Will you go out with Hyung?”Seungjoo had been the one to ask if they were dating, yet Muheun was gently asking for Seungjoo’s opinion. As if he wouldn’t force anything—as if every choice was Seungjoo’s to make.It was a thoughtful gesture, yet Seungjoo impulsively replied.“…What if I say no?”Would he really back off if Seungjoo refused? After coming this far, looking at him with those eyes and that expression—did he really intend to walk away? After kissing him so tenderly, after all they had shared, could he truly just leave?“What if I say I don’t want to date you?”Call it childish greed if you will. He knew that clinging to his pride wouldn’t help their relationship, but this was more of a test, driven by simple curiosity.“Well….”Unfazed, Muheun took Seungjoo’s hand, lifting it to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of Seungjoo’s hand, then looked up at him with slightly bittersweet eyes.“I’ll just have to beg. Ask you to date me.”It didn’t sound like a joke. It was only serious enough to make his heart sink slightly. Now, his once tearful eyes seemed heavier, more weighted down.“If that doesn’t work, I’ll cling to you….”“….”“Hyung can’t give up on you now, Seungjoo.”To prove his words, Muheun’s grip on his hand tightened. He rubbed his cheek against the hand he’d kissed, then brought his forehead to it, letting out a gentle breath.“I like you.”So this is what it feels like to tremble when saying those words.When he had confessed to Muheun under the moonlight once, he’d felt a similar sensation. Although, back then, he had been the one confessing, and now, he was the one being confessed to.“Hyung just took it for granted… didn’t think he needed to say it.”‘Hyung likes you.’Of course, even Kim Muryeong, who was usually clueless, could pick up on Muheun’s feelings. Even if it wasn’t romantic, the fact that Kim Muheun liked Seo Seungjoo had never wavered from the moment they met. Not even when Muheun left the family home did Seungjoo ever doubt his affection.“I like you, Seungjoo.”“…I know.”Seungjoo couldn’t help but respond to the confession that followed. Muheun’s tone, growing more earnest with each word, was a far cry from his usual teasing. And the way he rubbed his forehead, almost pleading, only added to it.“Then answer me.”The tone, like a gentle insistence, wrapped around his ears. His face felt hot, and he couldn’t quite discern what answer Muheun was asking for. Muheun slowly lifted his head, resting his chin on the back of Seungjoo’s hand.“You’re going to date Hyung, right?”“Well, of course…”He realized it was a question that didn’t really need to be asked. Maybe this was how Muheun felt when Seungjoo asked. There was no other possible answer.“Of course, I should. Given everything we’ve been through.”Adding that last part was unnecessary, but the whole situation felt strangely unfamiliar. He’d been confessed to before, but he’d never felt this embarrassed. His heart raced, his words trailing off with a slight tremble.Muheun gave a contented smile and reached out to gently cradle Seungjoo’s face. He pulled him down closer, and Seungjoo lowered his head willingly. Muheun, now much nearer, left a soft kiss on his lips.“For Hyung, there’s only you, Seungjoo.”“Isn’t that a bit of a cliché?”“Is it?”Their closeness made Muheun’s warm breath brush against Seungjoo’s lips, making him smile. Muheun leaned in, planting another kiss, then curled his eyes warmly as he spoke.“Even so, I like you.”“…”“I like you, Seungjoo.”“Ah, that’s enough already…”“Mmm, I like you.”Though Seungjoo’s flushed face tried to push him away, Muheun only pressed his lips closer. He peppered him with quick kisses, then wrapped a hand around the back of his head, tilting his own to deepen the kiss. The gentle pressure soon led to their lips parting.Their tongues intertwined, sliding together in a slow, deep exchange. Muheun hesitated just a second before diving in fully, as if any doubts he had melted away once Seungjoo closed his eyes, accepting the kiss.His soft tongue explored Seungjoo’s mouth, venturing deeper and wider with each passing second. Even though they’d kissed before, there was something more intense about it this time, each delicate sensation electrifying Seungjoo from head to toe.‘This could be risky…’Whether Muheun sensed Seungjoo’s caution or not, he continued, gently rubbing his cheek and tugging lightly on his lower lip with his teeth. His hand traveled to Seungjoo’s jaw, brushing against his earlobe and making its way down his neck. A soft moan escaped Seungjoo’s throat.“Mmh…”The warmth stirred in his lower abdomen. A tingle spread down his spine, settling deeply below his navel. He instinctively tried to close his legs, but Muheun’s hand on his thigh was quicker.Through the thin hospital gown, Muheun’s hand roamed over his tense thigh. Seungjoo grabbed at his wrist, trying to stop him, but his one hand wasn’t enough to hold him back. Muheun’s fingers naturally crept upward, brushing against a bulge on his inner thigh.“…!”Seungjoo flinched, curling his upper body. He wanted to pull away, but Muheun didn’t let go. As Seungjoo shivered, Muheun only soothed him by gently rubbing his thigh.“Ha, mmm…”Muheun pressed his palm against the rounded bulge, fully aware it wasn’t just Seungjoo’s thigh. His caresses were undeniably bold.As Seungjoo felt his arousal deepen, Muheun finally pulled back from their kiss with a soft pop.“…You’re not wearing any underwear.”Seungjoo flinched at the casual observation. Though it wasn’t exactly a secret, he felt a bit like he’d been “caught.” He never wore underwear at Kim Muheun’s place, but somehow, this felt different.Well, it wasn’t intentional. He simply didn’t know where to find an extra pair, and asking Muheun to bring one felt even more embarrassing.“What’s the big de— uh…”Just as he tried to respond nonchalantly, Muheun pressed his hand down firmly. His fingers traced the outline, then explored the tip, teasingly. No matter how hard he tried to resist, he couldn’t ignore Muheun’s skilled touch.“Haa…”His body responded, becoming more rigid. The now fully aroused bulge was visibly thick and swollen, even through the hospital gown, its shape apparent without Muheun even needing to touch it further.With a leisurely smile, Muheun’s lips traveled down from Seungjoo’s jaw to his neck, leaving gentle kisses that trailed toward his collarbone. The sensation tickled, causing Seungjoo to shrink his neck slightly, which only made Muheun’s lips curve up in amusement.“Ticklish?”“Uh, a little…”“I see,” Muheun murmured, pulling back with a gentle tone. Then, as his nose brushed against Seungjoo’s skin, the ticklish feeling only intensified.With his hand still caressing Seungjoo’s inner thigh, Muheun tugged slightly at the waistband of his pants.“Wouldn’t want them to get soaked.”The hospital gown was designed for comfort—and, as it happened, was just as easy to slip off. The stretch of the elastic waistband left plenty of room for Muheun’s hand to slip inside without hesitation, where he grasped the fully erect length, warm and sensitive.“You’re already wet.”“Haah…”Muheun’s thumb slid across the tip, spreading the slick pre-cum that had already begun to bead, amplifying the sensations.I just washed up, was the last coherent thought that slipped through Seungjoo’s mind as his thoughts melted into a haze.“Hyung… this is a hospital room…”“It’s fine.”The excuse Seungjoo barely managed to voice was silenced in a single phrase. Honestly, he didn’t have much will to push Muheun away either. He always enjoyed Muheun’s touch, and right now, his rationality was barely holding on.Besides, the fact that they were in a hospital room didn’t really matter—it was a private room, and if anyone approached, Muheun would be the first to pull back. Once he rationalized everything like this, there wasn’t much reason left to reject him.“…Haa.”So Seungjoo, groaning softly, grabbed Muheun’s shoulder with one hand. With his free hand, Muheun tugged Seungjoo’s pants down and pulled his hard length out. He stroked the length slowly, then placed his hand on Seungjoo’s thigh, gently urging him to spread his legs a bit more.“Ah, wait…”This position felt a bit… odd. It hadn’t bothered him just moments ago, but suddenly, he became acutely aware of Muheun sitting between his legs, kneeling, and staring at him from this angle. And then, there was the question that followed.“Can I… use my mouth?”“…”Seungjoo’s legs, which he’d instinctively tried to close, froze as he blinked in surprise. He’d heard something similar from Muheun before, but this time, the sensation was different. What had once felt like an option now sounded more like a request for permission.Muheun was close enough that, with just a slight tilt of his head, his lips could easily make contact. His lowered gaze was fixed intently on Seungjoo’s lower half, as if he might act on his words at any moment.“W-why… why would you use your mouth?”Unable to outright refuse, Seungjoo stalled for time with a question. Muheun, still focused, responded nonchalantly.“That would feel better.”With that, Muheun playfully curved his lips into a smirk.“Didn’t say you didn’t want it.”“No, I—ah…!”Before Seungjoo could deny it, Muheun parted his lips and took the smooth tip into his mouth, pushing it deeper. Seungjoo clutched Muheun’s shoulder tightly as a hot shiver ran through him.“Ahh…!”The warm, moist sensation of Muheun’s mouth tightly surrounded him. Muheun’s tongue encircled the sensitive tip, his lips pressing firmly as he sucked him in. The humid warmth was overwhelmingly stimulating, and Seungjoo’s lower body trembled uncontrollably.“Ah, no… wait…”Even though he instinctively curled his body forward, he couldn’t bring himself to push Muheun away. Instead of pulling back, Muheun adjusted his position, his mouth moving along Seungjoo’s length with unhurried strokes. Though the size made it challenging to take fully, Muheun pushed it as far as he could, no hesitation in his movements.“…Ha… ngh…”Soft, wet sounds echoed like kisses, as Muheun had promised it would feel better. There was no comparison to a mere touch; the sensation against bare skin, the warmth, and the slick feeling of saliva heightened everything.While his mouth worked on Seungjoo, Muheun’s free hand began to massage the base, stroking up and down as if he were handling himself. He occasionally cupped Seungjoo’s tightly drawn muscles, sending jolts of sensation through him with the casual, almost careless movements.“Mm, ah…”Seungjoo clenched his toes and shook his head. He almost grabbed Muheun’s hair instinctively, but worried he might lose control, he gripped his shirt instead, stretching the neckline. Not that either of them cared.“…H-hyung, wait…”The urge to release surged through him, building like a tidal wave. Just as Muheun’s throat tightened around him, an intense rush of pleasure swept up his spine.“Your mouth, I… ah… please…”Desperately, Seungjoo tapped Muheun’s shoulder, realizing he was close to releasing. As much as he wanted to, he felt it would be too much and couldn’t bring himself to let go there. Beyond just embarrassment, he didn’t want to burden him.“Agh, ah…!”But instead of stopping, Muheun sucked even harder, his tongue curling insistently around him. It felt like silent permission—or more accurately, an insistence—that Seungjoo let go. His shoulders went rigid as he squeezed his eyes shut.“…Ngh…”The release finally came, filling Muheun’s mouth completely. Not a single drop escaped as Muheun swallowed, his throat contracting gently. The sensation of climaxing while Muheun continued to draw him in sent shivers all through him.“…Hah, hah…”It was only after Seungjoo had caught his breath that Muheun pulled back slowly, brushing his lips along the length as he withdrew. He made sure not a drop fell, finishing with a delicate flick of his tongue at the tip, and a thin strand connected them before it broke and disappeared.“Hyung, really…”Seungjoo wanted to say something—anything—but he couldn’t find the words. He couldn’t exactly scold him for doing something like this, nor could he casually admit how good it felt. To make it worse, Muheun’s flushed lips looked unbearably sensual, so Seungjoo scowled, hiding his embarrassment.“Just… hurry and go to the bathroom…”To spit it out—that’s what he meant to say, though he couldn’t get the words out. But Muheun only covered his mouth and swallowed.“….”Seungjoo’s eyes went wide with disbelief. No way, he thought, but Muheun gave a satisfied smirk. The liquid he’d held in his mouth was already gone.“What the hell, that’s disgusting—why did you swallow it?!”“It’s not disgusting.”Muheun chuckled softly, tapping Seungjoo’s still hard length. He brushed his cheek against the sensitive tip, his eyes crinkling into a gentle smile.“My mouth felt good, didn’t it?”“…Hah.”The shameless way Muheun looked up at him left Seungjoo speechless. All he could do was let out an incredulous laugh, his face red, while he helped Muheun stand from his knees.“Just… get up already…”Thankfully, Muheun followed Seungjoo’s lead and got up without protest. Seungjoo thought about kissing him right then, but Muheun quickly covered his mouth, giving an awkward smile. It was a clear refusal, though not for any reason that would hurt Seungjoo’s feelings.“Hyung, I just… took you in my mouth.”“Can’t I still kiss you?”It wasn’t like he didn’t realize that. Muheun had said it wasn’t disgusting. But Muheun just scrunched his nose and replied with a smirk.“Even I wouldn’t want to taste myself.”The implication was that Seungjoo wouldn’t want to, either, but honestly, he didn’t care. He just felt like doing something more, so he looked at Muheun with a hint of longing.‘And yet you swallowed mine…’Couldn’t they just kiss? Despite having already climaxed, Seungjoo still felt a lingering desire. Maybe it was from a week of pent-up frustration after being out cold.“Then let me do it for you.”“What?”With a bold declaration, Seungjoo tugged on Muheun’s arm. He had a feeling Muheun was just as aroused.“Hyung’s… already hard…”But as soon as he glanced down, Seungjoo’s words trailed off. The bulge in Muheun’s pants was even larger than he’d expected. Gulping, Seungjoo struggled to finish his sentence.“…so… let me.”Can… can that even fit in my mouth?He knew it was big, but seeing it again made him hesitate. No, it must be because he was seeing it through his clothes. But repeating that to himself didn’t change the reality—Seungjoo knew better than anyone, having held it in his hands, that it wasn’t going to suddenly be smaller.“You’re offering to do it with your mouth?”While Seungjoo hesitated, Muheun asked in his usual gentle tone. Just a moment ago, he’d felt confident in his answer, but now, he was having second thoughts.“I was… planning to.”“You were, huh?”Despite Seungjoo’s uncertain voice, Muheun didn’t rush him. Instead, he calmly asked again, as if he already understood what was holding Seungjoo back. Seungjoo could’ve been annoyed, but he was self-aware enough to know he might be in over his head.“I’m… not sure I can do it.”A soft chuckle escaped Muheun’s lips. He’d been quietly laughing for a while now, clearly amused by the whole situation. He tilted Seungjoo’s chin up and planted a light kiss near his cheek.“Of course you can’t.”“Then I won’t.”He gave up quickly, and no one pointed it out. Muheun only looked at him with an affectionate gaze, pressing little kisses to Seungjoo’s cheeks. Somehow, kisses were off-limits, but these gentle pecks weren’t. The way Muheun’s shoulders shook with laughter was endlessly irritating.‘Still, it feels like something’s missing…’If he could just lick it, maybe that would be manageable. But he knew if he said that, Muheun would smile lazily and tell him there was no need. And since he didn’t feel like pushing it, he decided to drop the idea of doing anything with his mouth.“What?”Muheun cupped Seungjoo’s face as he kept glancing at him. He pressed his cheeks with his palms, as if inspecting his pouty lips. Seungjoo didn’t feel particularly embarrassed by the silly face he was making; it was just a bit frustrating.“Aren’t you going to kiss me?”“Ah…”Muheun’s face twisted slightly—not in annoyance, but as if he couldn’t suppress his laughter. He playfully bumped his forehead against Seungjoo’s, eyebrows furrowed like Seungjoo’s.“Why are you being so cute?”Muheun’s lips brushed against his briefly, then pulled back. After repeating this a few more times, he gently sucked on Seungjoo’s pouty lower lip. Even that brief contact left him wanting more, making it almost unbearable to settle for this much.“You’re a patient, Seungjoo.”But Muheun shook his head firmly. It was a clear statement that they weren’t going to do anything, and to him, it made perfect sense. Of course, to Seungjoo, it only made him more frustrated.“So what?”He couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t a patient; he still had a cast on, after all, so there was no convincing anyone otherwise. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and asked again.“Does being a patient mean I can’t kiss you?”It wasn’t like he was asking to do anything intense—just a little kissing. Whatever might happen afterward was something they’d deal with later.“So… how far were you planning on going with me, Hyung?”“….”“Wow… you can’t even answer, huh?”For once, Muheun was at a loss for words, his mouth clamping shut. Clearly, he’d been thinking of something more than just a kiss. Seeing that, Seungjoo narrowed his eyes, and Muheun, defeated, gave a little wink.“Don’t tease me, Hyung.”“Like you don’t tease me all the time.”Seungjoo replied, feigning disinterest, but he felt a small sense of satisfaction. He’d finally managed to throw Muheun off balance. It had been a petty kind of mischief, but surprisingly, Muheun quickly regained his composure.“You really don’t know how far I thought about going?”His dark eyes grew serious, holding a desire that Seungjoo hadn’t noticed before. Lowering his voice, Muheun spoke again.“Hyung, you’re up too.”“…”Seungjoo’s gaze drifted downward, almost as if by instinct. He had noticed earlier, but Muheun was just as aroused as he was. No, maybe even more, since he had already released once.“Then, let’s just do it.”“I told you, you’re a patient.”He knew what Muheun was hesitating over. It wasn’t because they were in a hospital room, or because Yeongi might overhear—it was Seungjoo’s own condition that worried him. After all, Seungjoo had been unconscious for a week and even had an injured arm.“I’m not hurting at all.”At his defiant words, Muheun’s brow furrowed. But before he could say anything, Seungjoo subtly tugged on his collar.“As long as we’re careful with my arm…”“…”“That should be enough, right?”It was only for a brief moment, but Seungjoo could tell. Muheun’s resolve wavered, even though such a flimsy argument wouldn’t have convinced him under normal circumstances. Their hearts had already connected, their lips had met, and naturally, Seungjoo wanted their bodies to connect too.“I’ll keep quiet.”Somewhere along the way, his restraint had snapped. The moment he heard those words, Muheun closed his eyes tightly, then opened them. And in the next instant, Seungjoo was gently pushed onto the bed.* * *“Mm…”“…”“…Hng.”The sound of Seungjoo’s muffled moans filled the room. The bed creaked, the wet sound of skin against skin, and a deep, low voice near his ear.“Shh…”Muheun gently coaxed Seungjoo, his fingers moving slowly inside him. Hidden beneath his hospital pants, Muheun’s fingers had gone from two to three. As he carefully worked along Seungjoo’s inner walls, he leaned in close, whispering in a soft tone.“Don’t tense up too much.”‘I’ll keep quiet.’Right after Seungjoo had said that, Muheun laid him down and started kissing him passionately, as if he’d never hesitated in the first place. Contrary to Muheun’s worry, Seungjoo felt no discomfort, only a heightened sensitivity that made even his saliva taste sweet. As Yeongi’s breaths mingled with his own, the pleasure pooling in his lower abdomen continued to build.The hospital gown Muheun had helped him put on was now being pushed up, exposing Seungjoo’s flat abdomen. Muheun’s hand slid upward, tracing his ribs until it reached his chest.Seungjoo instinctively wrapped his arms around Muheun’s neck, but Muheun didn’t hold him back, keeping his body hovering slightly as if worried about putting weight on his injured arm. Although Seungjoo understood his concern, it didn’t make it any less frustrating.And so, they ended up in a position where Seungjoo was on top of Muheun. Seated on Muheun’s thighs, Seungjoo leaned against his chest as much as he had been longing to. Thanks to the hard cast acting as a protective shield, he didn’t feel any pain.Perhaps finding the setup stable enough, Muheun slipped his hand into Seungjoo’s pants. His fingers traced a line down his back, following the curve until they reached that intimate spot.If he could’ve entered just like that, it would’ve been ideal, but the tightly closed entrance resisted his touch.‘…Guess that’s not going to work.’When Seungjoo flinched at the initial attempt, Muheun immediately withdrew his fingers. Reaching over to the bedside table, he took something out—a pink bottle of lotion, likely left by his parents.Well, at least he knew where his supplies were now. He didn’t have time to dwell on it, though. Muheun squeezed the lotion onto his fingers, then spread it between Seungjoo’s cheeks. He seemed to mutter something about needing to get some actual gel next time, but that wasn’t the main issue here.“Hnng…”As his fingers delved deeper, they brushed along Seungjoo’s narrow inner walls. The lotion made it painless, though the slick sensation felt strange in its own way. Unlike when they had used other fluids, this was soft and gentle, and the familiar scent was almost too close for comfort.“…Ah.”How was he supposed to use this lotion normally after this?He had never thought he’d use something like this for such a purpose. Scents carry memories, after all, and he was certain that today’s events would come to mind each time he caught a whiff of this fragrance. The press of fingers within, Muheun’s warm body embracing him, and the wave of pleasure that surged at each touch—all of it would remain vivid.“Haa…!”When a moan slipped out, Seungjoo quickly bit down on his lip. He’d promised to keep quiet, and ever since Muheun’s fingers had entered him, he’d been holding his breath, fearful of making a sound that might be overheard outside.“…Mm, hng…”Whether he knew of Seungjoo’s efforts or not, Muheun continued to press firmly on the sensitive spots, sending tingles down his spine. His member, despite having released once, was once again fully hard.“Ugh, mmm…”Was it really okay to feel this good with just fingers? He now understood why Muheun had once teased him, asking why he was so sensitive. Of course, Seungjoo thought it was because Muheun was simply good at what he did.“Hyung, enough…”Just as the pleasure crested to the point of tears forming, Seungjoo, who had been struggling to hold back his voice, finally spoke in a breathy whisper. Not wanting to let any moans slip, he brought his lips close to Muheun’s ear, almost forgetting to breathe.“Not fingers…”“…Not fingers?”Despite asking back calmly, Muheun didn’t stop his movements. He pressed firmly on Seungjoo’s prostate, rubbing it with an almost teasing gentleness. Seungjoo jerked his hips in response, half-whimpering in a pleading tone.“Put yours in… now, Hyung…” The chapters have been revised, edited, and compressed, and the complete main story has been released for free, as I’m concerned it might be taken down or worse. I didn’t want to disappoint the readers, so I apologize for any inconvenience, and I hope you enjoy reading the complete story! The side stories will be coming soon, so don't worry~