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Yoongeon replied while looking at Seohwi, who was pinned beneath him and glaring up at him. As if to make a point, he grabbed Yoongeon and thrusted his hips up, forcing Yoongeon to clench his teeth and hold back a moan.

“A disobedient brat is putting up a bit of a fight, ah…. …Just stay still.”

[…? Are you beating him?]

If one were to be precise, wasn’t he on the receiving end rather than the giving end? But there was no time to think deeply.

“…Just send it for now. I’ll take care of the rest…!”

“Ugh…!”

It was then. Sensing Seohwi’s unusual state, he was about to wrap up the call when the sound of flesh slapping, thwack, came from below. And in that moment, Yoongeon couldn’t say anything as he reached his climax, and Seohwi, too, let out a rather loud noise and began to ejaculate. His body was completely tensed, as if he were wound up tight.

“…I’ll, take care of it, so hang up. I’m busy.”

[I…]

Yoongeon ended the call without listening to Secretary Lim’s response and urgently began to thrust his hips.

“Heueu, ugh, ut!”

His climax hadn’t ended yet, but with each movement, pleasure assaulted him violently. Seohwi’s penis, which hadn’t gone soft even after coming, slid around haphazardly, poking at all the right places. Yoongeon rocked back and forth, then moved his hips up and down as if pounding grain, letting out a continuous stream of moans.

“Haah…. …Hoo…”

Then, after rocking his hips to his heart’s content, he nonchalantly tapped Seohwi’s cheek and said.

“Who told you to spill your moans in front of another man, Yoon Seohwi.”

“…”

“Are you doing it on purpose so he can hear?”

“…Who takes a call while having sex.”

Seohwi panted as he glared at him.

“I have to take it. Secretary Lim’s calls. Heum…”

“Ah…”

As Yoongeon replied, he gently rocked his hips, and Seohwi let out a pained moan. He added that if Secretary Lim wasn’t calling about work, he didn’t call at all, so missing it would be his own loss. Seohwi grabbed his hips to stop him from moving.

“Then stop and take the call.”

“Why should I.”

“It’s hard to hold back.”

“If you act loose in front of other bastards one more time, you’ll never be able to go outside for the rest of your life.”

“…”

“If you understand, then answer me, Yoon Seohwi.”

“…This is absurd. Who was the one who started it.”

He wasn’t just saying it; he truly looked wronged, but that was none of his business. If he had to hold back, he should hold back. What was so hard about that?

“Just answer me.”

“…”

“You won’t?”

“Alright, I get it.”

As Yoongeon’s demeanor grew fierce, Seohwi let out a small sigh and raised his hands in surrender first.

“By the way, did he say the press release is all done?”

At his question, Yoongeon nodded and got up from on top of Seohwi, whom he had been crushing the whole time. Letting out a small moan at the feeling of the thing that had been inside him pulling out, Yoongeon went into the bathroom, and Seohwi followed.

“What. You want another round?”

“…Just to wash up, …No, never mind.”

He was just joking, but he was already showing signs of being tired of it. Yoongeon scoffed lightly, turned his body, and started to wash. Only then did Seohwi seem to be at ease and washed quietly as well.

The two of them acted so platonically that one would never guess they had just been intimate. But when it came time for Yoongeon to get out the semen pooled inside him, they ended up doing it again.

Perhaps thanks to that, or because of it, Yoongeon and Seohwi didn’t come out of the bathroom until well over an hour had passed. Yoongeon looked at the messy bed and told Seohwi to go back to his room.

“And you?”

“I have something to look at.”

He was quite drowsy, but he had to look at it now.

“Come to my room later, you too.”

“Alright.”

Yoongeon answered obediently, but for some reason, he felt like he wouldn’t be able to go back. If Secretary Lim said the volume was large, it was clear that even if he stayed up all night looking at it, time would be tight. It was a shame he couldn’t see him sleeping deeply right away, but there was nothing he could do.

When he told him not to wait and to go to sleep first, Seohwi nodded and returned to his room. Left alone, Yoongeon stripped the dirty bedding, put it in the washing machine, then took the cognac that was left over from last time and went up to the second-floor study.

✧ ✧ ✧

“…”

Looking at the gun resting neatly inside the open drawer, Yoongeon was silent for a long time.

‘You don’t have to die.’

Seohwi had asked him to live with him, and since he had ultimately been unable to give up and had held on, there was no reason to die, and he shouldn’t take his own life. But, even knowing that, it was somehow not easy to give up on it.

Dying by a gun was the easiest way to die, and Yoongeon had already experienced it once. Dying by having his head blown off wasn’t so bad. Because his thoughts didn’t linger in the moment of death.

If he was going to die anyway, he didn’t want to feel any useless lingering attachments, and so now, having been reborn, Yoongeon had obtained a gun again. Because dwelling on thoughts in the moment of death would only be pathetic.

Yoongeon’s gaze shifted to the side. Even though it was a crude doll, he couldn’t take his eyes off it for a long time. He poked the doll once with his index finger and muttered.

“What part of this is supposed to look like me?”

No matter how much he thought about it, this wasn’t it, but nevertheless, Yoongeon’s face was full of a smile. He poked the dumb-looking Cheongha doll a few more times before closing the drawer. Unable to throw away the things he had intended to throw away.

After his brief rest, Yoongeon examined the press release that Secretary Lim had sent. Just as he had said, the volume was large, and even after looking at it for a long time, there was no end in sight. Of course, it was good for such materials to be meticulous, but right now, it was best to release it as quickly as possible. Yoongeon filtered out what needed to be filtered out appropriately and refined it to look as provocative as possible.

“…Are you still working?”

“…What is it?”

Yoongeon, who had been concentrating hard, heard a voice that shouldn’t have been there and shot his head up, then looked at the clock with a slightly rushed expression. It was already past 3 in the morning.

“Why are you awake?”

“…”

He was leaning against the doorway, his face thick with sleep, then he closed his eyes and his head began to nod. It seemed he had forced himself awake.

“Seohwi, go to sleep.”

“Why aren’t you sleeping yet…”

He staggered closer. To be honest, it was more like he mumbled in a barely audible voice than spoke, but just because he spoke a little softly didn’t mean Yoongeon couldn’t understand him.

“I told you I’ll go after I look at this.”

“…Then I’ll do it with you.”

“Do what with me. There’s nothing for you to do.”

Yoongeon, who had been about to tell him to wipe the sleep from his eyes, noticed Seohwi’s impending stubbornness and, making a show of it, patted his own lap and said.

“If you’re scared to sleep alone, then sleep here.”

“…”

“You sleep, and I’ll work. That’s what you want, right now?”

He said it thinking that if he said this, he would go to sleep. But Seohwi, perhaps because his head wasn’t working properly from having just woken up, came closer to him instead of leaving, then obediently sat on his lap as instructed and fell asleep with his head resting on him.

“Ha…”

Well, I’ll be…. Yoongeon let out a hollow laugh and looked at Seohwi, who had fallen asleep using him as a pillow. It was truly dumbfounding.

‘…If this was what you were going to do, why did you offer to help?’

He came over saying he would help, but what he did was interrupt his work and fall asleep using him as a pillow, completely shattering what little was left of his concentration. But far from waking Seohwi up, Yoongeon only worried about whether he might be cold and adjusted the room temperature. After confirming that Seohwi’s breathing was even, silence once again filled the room.

Whether it was a while ago when he was hard at work, or now, the silence was the same, but the temperature was different. Yoongeon’s atmosphere, which had always been sharply honed, had softened to an extent that would surprise others if they saw it.

He worked for about another hour while holding Seohwi, and only when the morning sun began to rise did he carefully carry Seohwi down to the bedroom and lie down next to him. However, that day, Yoongeon did not get a wink of sleep.