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Ironically enough, Kim Siwoo loved Joo Yeonho even more now than he had five years ago. He was caught in a strange trap, one where the more he hated Yeonho, the more he loved him. His love deepened in proportion to his hatred.

The longing he had suppressed for years exploded the moment they saw each other again. He could no longer bear to be without Yeonho.

Ever since the day he gave Yeonho a lap pillow on the park bench, Siwoo hadn’t stopped stalking him. He just didn’t have time to follow him around due to personal matters. So he declared independence from his parents and got a place with a direct view of Yeonho’s bedroom window.

He worked every day while watching Yeonho from there. And it seemed Yeonho hadn’t noticed even after several months of stalking. Even though Siwoo had gone so far as to use equipment to watch his life through the window, so dark and filthy, it had gone unnoticed.

The most miserable moment had been when Seong Junyoung, who used to commute between his separate apartment and the main house, finally gave up the other place and returned to the family home for good.

Every evening, at the exact same time, Junyoung appeared in Yeonho’s room. In his hand was a mug and something that looked like sleeping pills. After handing them to Yeonho, he would draw the curtains. By morning, it was Yeonho who pulled them open again.

Was Yeonho enjoying somnophilia, something he used to show interest in? Just imagining what might’ve happened behind that curtain was enough to make Siwoo crush the pen in his hand in rage.

Siwoo’s goal remained unchanged, just as he had told Yeonho, he would isolate him. He would make sure no one was left beside him and take full possession of him. Family and friends were no longer exceptions.

It was Yeonho who had taught him that this kind of love even existed. Siwoo still remembered, vividly, the future Yeonho had dreamed of having with him. Yeonho, who had loved him for a brief time, went back to Seong Junhee and abandoned that sweet future they had once imagined together.

Siwoo had always been ready to be possessed. After being abandoned, he lost all sense of purpose in life. It took a long time to find a new reason to live. But in the end, that reason was Yeonho. So he would love him exactly the way Yeonho once had.

Once his goal was set, Siwoo became busy. He started by looking into Seong Junyoung’s sleeping pill supply chain. He was going to get Junyoung out of Yeonho’s life and break up that disgusting household entirely.

The words Seong Junhee had said to him five years ago still haunted Siwoo.

“Yeonho will never be able to let me go. I’ll be by his side for the rest of his life. I’m his family, and that’ll never change.”

There was no way Siwoo would let those brothers take Yeonho from him a second time. The idea of sending someone away because you love them and wishing them happiness with someone else, that was nonsense. Yeonho had said so himself. That wasn’t love.

Siwoo was thinking about making everything public: that Junyoung was illegally acquiring sleeping pills and supplying them to his younger brother, that Joo Yeonho had become addicted, that he was having incestuous relations with his stepbrothers. And if that wasn’t enough to destroy their family, then he’d reveal everything that happened that day.

He endured each day by dreaming a sweet and bitter dream, one where he would finally be the one to hold Yeonho in his arms when he was all alone and freezing in the dark. He would become the only warmth in that cold body.

It hadn’t been hard to convince his parents about joining Platte Resort. Siwoo was still in his twenties, and his father saw the resort hiring his son as a chance to frame the old accident as an “obvious mistake.” He was ordered to work there for about three years, rebuild his image, and then return to Namyeon Construction.

Yeonho’s parents, who had expanded the resort with Namyeon’s investment, even seemed to welcome Siwoo. Whatever they truly felt inside, nothing showed on the surface. They hadn’t used influence to get him in either, he had passed the process legitimately.

He expected this to be a long game, so he didn’t rush from the start. He calmly endured the thought that Yeonho was probably spending the night with Junyoung somewhere in this very building. After months of living across from him, he’d gotten used to it. You had to withstand this much to love someone like Ju Yeonho. Otherwise, it wasn’t real love.

He pictured Yeonho on top of him, moving slowly, and recalled the warmth, the softness, the way his inner walls clenched around him. Stroking himself with his palm, Siwoo let out a moan.

“Haah… hnng…”

Joo Yeonho, the one who took his older brother as a lover, then placed the second brother in his bed once the elder was gone, all while searching for yet another man to satisfy his desires. A person not even worthy of being called human. And yet Siwoo loved him all the same. No matter what incomprehensible things Yeonho did, he was always lovable to him.

Then he heard the sound of a door lock being pressed. Was someone mistaking this for their own apartment and trying to open the wrong door? Whoever it was, they’d get the code wrong and the door wouldn’t open.

But it opened on the first try.

Only one person came to mind.

Siwoo quickly towel-dried his wet hair, threw on a bathrobe, and stepped out of the bathroom. Without bothering to tie the robe closed, he walked into the entryway.

Yeonho had broken in. He was turning his head this way and that, snapping photos of the apartment interior with his phone. Siwoo, who knew exactly what time Yeonho usually took sleeping pills thanks to months of stalking, had assumed he’d be with Junyoung by now. This was completely unexpected.

He walked over, took the phone from Yeonho, and guessed this behavior was a side effect of the medication. Yeonho’s bare white feet weren’t even covered by socks.

“Even if it’s a dream, you should still wear shoes when you go out.”

“Okay. Sorry for being rude.”

“You remembered the passcode, but not your shoes? You’ll hurt your feet.”

If Siwoo were Junyoung, he’d at least put slippers on Yeonho before drugging him and putting him to bed. It wasn’t like Yeonho had paw pads like a puppy or kitten. He didn’t even have calluses, his soles were soft and plump, almost addictive to touch.

Frustrated by all this, Siwoo said in a stern voice,

“Show me the soles of your feet.”

“My feet?”

Yeonho tilted his head, then lifted his left leg. For a moment, Siwoo saw an illusion,?pink paw pads under his foot. He quickly came back to his senses and carefully checked for any injuries.

“The other one too.”

“Okay. But only for Kim Siwoo-ssi… I won’t show anyone else.”

With a shy fidget of his fingers, Yeonho raised his right foot. Again, there were no wounds. And no pink pads either. Siwoo nodded.

“Thanks. I saw everything.”

After checking his feet, Siwoo’s erection only grew harder, shamelessly. He had declared with such gravity that he was going to drag Yeonho to rock bottom, and yet here he was, worried he might have hurt his feet. He wasn’t even surprised by his own contradiction anymore. It was all within expectations.

Yeonho walked deeper into the apartment and stood in front of Siwoo, looking him up and down, taking in his fully erect cock without any reaction. Then, just like he used to, he dropped to his knees. He kissed Siwoo’s navel, opened his mouth, and licked the shaft with a familiar tongue. As if this was something he naturally ought to do.

Even with drug side effects, was it normal to react this way to a man’s cock? Siwoo flinched, pushed Yeonho away, and stepped back to tie his robe. If Yeonho had been in his right mind, he would’ve finished in his mouth without hesitation. But in this state, he couldn’t.

“I don’t want to do this with someone who’s not in their right mind. Don’t leave. Just wait here a second.”

He stood Yeonho up and went back into the bathroom. The lingering heat of Yeonho’s tongue made it easy to climax. No fantasy could compare to actually seeing Yeonho, touching him, having him pressed against him.

Meanwhile, Yeonho had picked up a large pair of scissors from atop an unopened moving box and was snipping at the air. Siwoo returned, fully tied up, even with a ribbon on his robe for extra security. When he saw that, he rushed over and took the scissors from Yeonho’s hand.

“You’ll get hurt!”

“Hmph.”

Stopped at every turn, Yeonho sulked and got to his feet. Siwoo followed him around like a shadow. Yeonho opened the fridge, dug around, pulled out some cheese, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth. Then he crouched in front of the wall and reached toward the outlet.

“No!”

Siwoo grabbed Yeonho’s wrist just in time, and plucked the cheese from his lips with his own mouth.