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Jiho wanted to go all the way since they were already doing it, but as fatigue set in, he couldn’t help but nod off.

-Kiss me, please.

He urged Dojin once more. Dojin, who let out a small, hollow laugh, cupped Jiho’s cheek. Then.

Smooch-

Dojin’s lips touched Jiho’s. They pressed firmly, then pulled away, only to meet again, sharing warmth.

He bit and pulled at his lips, covered the plump lower lip and brushed it with the tip of his tongue, then tilted his head further to delve deeper.

“Hng..”

Jiho let out a small moan and tightly closed his eyes. Dojin, capturing Jiho’s expression in his eyes, cautiously licked Jiho’s lips with a trembling heart.

The warm, soft lips parted slightly in response to Dojin’s kiss.

Dojin’s eyes, which had been half-closed, darkened further with excitement.

Their tongues intertwined and rubbed against each other, making a wet sound. At the same time, the nature of the guiding changed drastically.

Mixing tongues was also a form of guiding, so it was only natural that the quantity and quality of the perceived guiding would improve.

Dojin, who had overlooked this, realized his mistake.

The already sensitive nerves came alive one by one, and the heat within his body burst out in various places.

Even though there was no stimulation, he felt pre-cum dripping from the tip of his penis. His thoughts slowed down as if he were drunk, and his heart started pounding.

At the same time he felt it was dangerous, his rationality snapped. The man, consumed by instinct, let out a low growl.

‘Just a little more. Deeper, more.’

He fervently kissed Jiho’s lips like a predator toying with its prey.

Suddenly, he tightly clutched the small tongue that was trying to retreat from the rough kiss, rubbing his own tongue against it before sucking it in fiercely.

“Ugh, mmm…”

Jiho’s tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly.
Breathless, Jiho patted Dojin’s shoulder repeatedly, trying to push him away.

Originally, Dojin would have recoiled in shock at such a small gesture. But now, with only instinct remaining, Dojin didn’t respond to Jiho’s resistance at all.

No, rather, as if to say “don’t interfere,” he grabbed Jiho’s wrists, brought them together, and pressed them down over his head.

Dojin gladly drank Jiho’s saliva that had not yet been swallowed.

Strangely, his throat has been dry since earlier. It felt like he had swallowed a spark.
It was a pain he had become accustomed to since awakening as an Esper.

Now that Jiho’s guiding is filling the void, that pain has grown even more pronounced, tormenting Dojin.

‘It hurts, it’s hot. It’s tormenting. Do more. Fix me. Fill me.’

Tender thoughts awakened in Dojin’s heart. His hands continuously caressed Jiho’s cheeks and nape for smoother guidance.
With each deepening kiss, Jiho, who was becoming more and more flustered, flinched every time Dojin’s hand touched his shoulder.

“Ugh, hhh…”

Finally, Dojin released Jiho’s lips. He lightly kissed Jiho’s cheek, who was panting and moaning, and then lowered his head again.

Smooch- smooch-

The saliva-slick lips glided softly over the pale skin.

Dojin kissed Jiho’s jawline softly, then buried his lips deeply on the nape of his neck.

“Ah, ugh…!”

Dojin bit into Jiho’s white nape. As Jiho trembled and struggled, Dojin licked the bite mark he had made.

The hand that had been caressing Jiho’s cheek and neck moved a little lower, slipping under Jiho’s shirt.

You said it was just a kiss. Are you planning to go all the way like this?

Jiho, who was pinned beneath him, gasped for breath in a daze, blinking his eyes blankly.

Whether it was due to the excessive physical training during the day or the sudden guiding. His head felt foggy, and his thoughts flowed slowly, one beat behind.

His eyelids grew heavy. There was no longer any strength left to endure.

Even while being held by Dojin, Jiho’s body, which had been struggling, lost its strength.

Thud-

Jiho’s head tilted to the side.

Dojin, who was leaving reddish marks on his pale body, soon realized that his thirst was not being quenched and remained the same.
His extinguished reason soon returned.

“…Jiho…?”

Dojin lifted his lips from Jiho’s collarbone and called out Jiho’s name. There was no response or any other reaction from him.

“Ji…Jiho. Seo Jiho.”

Dojin’s eyes widened. The fear that resided in his pitch-black eyes was palpable.

The way Jiho’s head was tilted to the side and his pale skin created a sense of unease.
The fact that his own memories were intermittently fragmented also frightened him.

Dojin quickly propped up Jiho’s head and examined his condition. Fortunately, he could hear the faint sound of breathing by his ear.

“Hmm..”

It seemed that he had fainted due to the excessive guiding.
When Dojin confirmed that he was safe, he felt relieved, and things that hadn’t caught his eye before started to come into view.

Jiho looked a complete mess. His lips were so swollen that one corner had split, and the top of his pajamas had ridden up, exposing part of his chest.

And the skin that was showing—

His neck and collarbones were covered in dark hickeys. In between, there were bruises that looked suspiciously like bite marks.

Is he seriously out of his mind…?

With trembling fingers, Dojin hurried to straighten Jiho’s clothes. He wanted to slap himself first, but if the sound woke Jiho, that’d just make things worse.

Beating himself up could wait until after he took care of Jiho.

After fixing Jiho’s clothes and pulling the blanket over him, Dojin rushed to grab the first aid kit.

He found some ointment and dabbed it all over Jiho’s cracked lips. Jiho scrunched his face and let out a small whine.

“Uunngh…”

“Sorry, I’ll be done soon.”

To be fair, it wasn’t a serious wound. Just a crack from dryness.

But to Dojin, drowning in guilt, it looked like something much worse.

He ended up using nearly a third of the ointment on Jiho’s lips alone.

The same went for the bite marks and bruises on his neck and collarbones.

‘I’m gonna run out of this stuff.’

The cream for bruises and swelling was gone in a flash. Regretfully, Dojin squeezed out the rest of the lip ointment and used it up too, then kept a close eye on Jiho the entire night.

One fragment of memory kept replaying in his mind—Jiho’s wrist under his palm as he pinned him down, continuing the kiss even as Jiho pushed at him.

What if that moment had brought up a bad memory for Jiho?

What if he had a nightmare? Or worse, spiked a fever again?

Dojin couldn’t sleep for a second.

You said it’d just be a kiss.

If Jiho hadn’t passed out and broken the guiding connection halfway through, Dojin might have gone further, driven by greed.

He didn’t, in the end—but the fact that he could have made him feel disgusting.

And while Jiho was left battered, Dojin’s guiding levels were at their highest since becoming an esper—over 80%.

The contrast only twisted the knife of his guilt deeper.

‘I don’t even deserve to be his guardian.’

***

The whole time Jiho slept peacefully, Dojin sank deeper into remorse, stuck in a loop of self-loathing.

Outside the curtain, the late winter sun had begun to rise.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You could just rest at home for the day…”

“Uunngh!”

Jiho shot Dojin a look, having already gotten fully dressed for work.

From the moment Jiho had woken up, Dojin had been like this.

He’d freaked out when Jiho tried to get out of bed, and even watching him walk around made him anxious.

“I really am sorry. I have no excuse. Are you feeling okay? I put on some ointment, but obviously it won’t heal in just a few hours. Maybe you should stay ho—”

“Uunngh!”

Jiho had heard that apology so many times, his ears could form calluses.

He opened his mouth to respond, only to immediately spit something out—too much ointment had gotten in his mouth again.

“Sorry! That’s my fault…!”

“Haa…”

Jiho let out a heavy sigh, then grabbed his notepad and scribbled something quickly.

[Let’s go already. We’re going to be late!]

He waved the notebook right in front of Dojin’s face. With a resigned nod, Dojin gave in.

“Yes… Let’s go.”

He scooped Jiho up in both arms. While Jiho blinked in confusion, Dojin walked off briskly, wrapping Jiho up tightly in layers.

“……??”

Thus began a new chapter in Dojin’s overprotectiveness.

Dojin had always been a bit overbearing, but now it was on another level.

He wouldn’t let Jiho out of his arms, even trying to follow him into the bathroom. His teammates were starting to find his behavior suspicious.

The cut on Jiho’s lip, the oversized turtleneck that was clearly Dojin’s—it all added to the rumors.

Kijoon, who had been watching the two bicker all day, finally couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Captain, I didn’t take you for the type, but…”

“What?”

“Heh. You did a guiding session, didn’t you?”

Dojin’s face immediately soured at Kijoon’s smug grin. He knew Kijoon was trying to tease him.

Normally, he would’ve let it slide. The team’s teasing didn’t usually bother him.

But not this time.

Not when the teasing didn’t just involve him.

“Cut the crap. If you’re that bored, go train.”

“Aww, come on!”

“What do you mean, ‘aww’?”

Dojin waved him off firmly, then turned back to check on Jiho’s expression.

Right now, Jiho was clearly a little pissed at him.

…Yeah, maybe following him into the bathroom was overkill.