IPSDVS Chapter 3

Chapter 3

It still felt a little awkward to act as Yoon Noah, so Nahyuk had unconsciously used formal speech.

But Lee Kangil didn’t seem to care.

It made sense—after all, in the novel, Yoon Noah and Kangil had barely interacted before this.

“But Noah… I don’t see why I should bother saving you.”

“…….”

“How about this? Crawl between my legs. Maybe then, I’ll start thinking of a reason.”

Hearing such an iconic line in real life sent a shiver down his spine.

Unlike reading it in text, experiencing the breath, the atmosphere, even the temperature of the air—it all felt eerily real.

As if he had been waiting for those words, Nahyuk immediately responded.

“Should I crawl between your legs now?”

Lee Kangil looked completely dumbfounded, as if he had never expected that answer.

“…What?”

Meanwhile, Nahyuk stepped forward without hesitation and dropped to his knees.

“If you could uncross your legs, I’d really appreciate it.”

“…….”

“Lee Kangil?”

“Yoon Noah, I don’t think you have a disease—you’ve got a virus eating away at your brain.”

“My brain is perfectly fine.”

“…….”

“Anyway, I’m crawling now. You have to give me the drug.”

Lee Kangil’s beautiful face twisted in frustration.

He clearly wasn’t happy, but after a moment, he let out a sigh and unfolded his crossed legs.

The snake-like gaze described in the novel followed his every move.

It was as if Kangil was carefully analyzing the entire situation, observing Nahyuk’s actions with sharp attention.

Meanwhile, Nahyuk quietly crawled forward on his knees.

As expected, crawling between the legs of a man who was practically his ideal type wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was surprisingly enjoyable.

When he finally finished and sat back in front of Kangil, the man suddenly burst into laughter.

“Pff—Puhaha!”

“…….”

“The great Yoon Noah, crawling under someone just to survive? That’s kind of hot.”

The once dull and lifeless look in Kangil’s eyes suddenly sharpened with amusement.

His gaze, now intense, scanned Nahyuk’s face before stopping at his lips.

He stared as if he wanted them.

The heat from Kangil’s gaze made Nahyuk’s lips tingle.

Curious to get a better look at Kangil’s expression, Nahyuk tilted his head slightly—

And in that instant, their lips brushed together.

Before he could react, Kangil grabbed him by the collar and forced their lips to press together.

“……!”

A soft, fleeting sensation—then Kangil immediately pulled away.

“Disgusted? Well, if you want the drug, you’ll have to endure worse than that.”

“…….”

“Brace yourself. I might make you do something even more extreme.”

Kangil’s voice was laced with mocking amusement.

If it had been the real Yoon Noah, he would have hurled every curse in the book—maybe even thrown a punch at Lee Kangil.

Though, to be fair, that punch would have been about as effective as a light tap.

But Nahyuk wasn’t disgusted at all. If anything, he was just dazed.

Not only had his ideal type made him crawl at his feet, but now he had kissed him out of nowhere—this felt more like hitting the jackpot.

‘L-Lee Kangil… thank you. I never knew a kiss could be this sweet and intoxicating.’

He had never been one to hold romantic fantasies about a first kiss.

For Nahyuk, just the fact that he could share warmth with another person was enough.

After all, he had grown up in an emotionally barren environment where even the thought of love was impossible.

This time, it had been a brief kiss, but if Kangil, out of spite, decided to kiss him again—deeper, longer—Nahyuk figured he wouldn’t mind at all.

This was a kind of physical intimacy he could never have even dreamed of in his original life.

He had always harbored a quiet desire—to touch someone, to feel another person’s warmth against his skin.

But he had never had the courage to act on it, not even for a one-night stand.

And now, Lee Kangil’s kiss felt like a blessing straight from the heavens.

Maybe that was why…

Lee Nahyuk felt a stinging sensation at the corners of his eyes.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he realized that tears had welled up without him even noticing.

Meanwhile, Lee Kangil, completely unaware of Nahyuk’s thoughts, looked visibly startled. His pupils trembled as if he had just witnessed something incomprehensible.

Kangil couldn’t understand why Yoon Noah would tear up over something like this.

“You….”

He wanted to say something, to question him, but when he opened his mouth, he realized he had no idea how to put it into words.

After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke again.

“Just go home for now. And wait. I’ll contact you later.”

“…Okay.”

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Left alone, Lee Kangil sank into deep thought before muttering to himself.

“Was the kiss that bad?”

That wildcat, Yoon Noah—he looked like someone who had been around, yet he teared up over something as simple as a kiss?

His pride was supposed to be sky-high, so much so that he never shed tears in front of others.

Had Yoon Noah always been this fragile?

What Kangil had expected after the kiss was an expression twisted in humiliation.

But instead, the sight of that wildcat quietly shedding tears had been so unexpectedly sorrowful that even Kangil—who was anything but compassionate—felt unsettled.

“When he cried… he looked more like a kitten.”

Then again, there was always another possibility.

Maybe that wildcat had been putting on a show just to get his hands on the new drug. Maybe he had simply hidden his sharp claws and pretended to be harmless.

That was entirely something Yoon Noah would do.

As he thought, Kangil suddenly recalled the first time he had met Yoon Noah.

It must have been about two months ago.

Lee Kangil had reluctantly attended the wedding of some heir he wasn’t even close to—forced by his father’s insistence.

The extravagant venue was packed with second-generation chaebols, each one a prominent name in their own right.

Rather than a wedding, it felt more like a high-society party.

And yet, amidst the sea of elite guests, one man stood out the most.

That man was Yoon Noah.

There was a clear reason he caught Kangil’s eye.

Among all the prim and proper elites, his appearance was the only one that exuded a rebellious edge.

The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and the jacket he wore was an understated shade of green—far from the neutral tones usually seen at these events.

Kangil had never seen a chaebol heir, of all people, wear something so bold to a wedding.

And yet, the funny thing was—it didn’t look tacky at all.

If anything, it looked effortlessly stylish.

‘Is it because of his face?’

Yoon Noah had the kind of face that suited an untamed, flashy look.

His light brown dyed hair, his sharp features that accentuated his delicate bone structure—everything about him exuded an air of striking defiance.

He looked like the type to bare his fangs and growl at the slightest provocation.

‘Taekwang’s Wildcat.’

Kangil recalled hearing that nickname in passing and thought it suited him perfectly.

Throughout the entire wedding ceremony, Yoon Noah wore a sulky expression.

That is, until someone walked in—then his face lit up with a bright smile.

That someone was his friend, Seo Dowoong.

Kangil watched up to that point before turning away, thinking, So even a wildcat has someone he follows.

Time passed, and later, at the wedding reception, Kangil unexpectedly ran into Yoon Noah again.

It was at the outdoor banquet area, in a secluded corner where Kangil had gone for a smoke.

There, he found Yoon Noah completely drunk.

He had no idea how much the guy had drunk, but he could barely keep his head up.

‘Now that I think about it, Seo Dowoong ignored Yoon Noah the entire reception, didn’t he?’

Kangil didn’t know why, but Seo Dowoong didn’t seem particularly fond of Yoon Noah.

Had that upset him?

Did he drink himself into oblivion because the one person he followed had refused to acknowledge him?

Kangil initially decided to ignore him.

He found Yoon Noah interesting, but he hated dealing with troublesome situations.

Yet, unexpectedly, Yoon Noah recognized him first.

“Hey…! You, you’re that guy with the weird eyes—Seo Dowoong’s friend.”

It seemed he still remembered the brief greeting from earlier at the reception, all because of Seo Dowoong.

And by weird eyes, he was probably referring to Kangil’s sharp, almost triple-lidded gaze.

For once, Kangil responded with uncharacteristic politeness.

“Not Seo Dowoong’s friend—Lee Kangil.”

“Whatever… Just help me up.”

“No.”

“Why?! Just do it!”

Kangil had found the wildcat amusing, but that didn’t mean he would tolerate being ordered around.

A spoiled cat needed to be ignored. He was about to leave when something caught his eye—Yoon Noah’s exposed neckline.

His shirt was unbuttoned even more than it had been at the wedding. It was probably because of the alcohol heating up his body.

From his slender neck to the dip of his collarbone, the line was undeniably sensual.

‘Should I help him?’

He wasn’t sure if it was curiosity or something else, but the subtle allure tugged at him.

Lowering himself to Yoon Noah’s eye level, he spoke.

“Wildcat. Ask nicely.”

Even as he said it, his eyes kept drifting downward.

Eventually, his gaze settled on Yoon Noah’s flawless, pale neck.

“You… perverted bastard. Where the hell are you looking? Guys like you are the reason I keep getting into shitty situations.”

“Then stop being so indecent.”

“Me? The great Yoon Noah? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“…….”

“Screw the whole ask nicely thing. I’ve got the perfect way to deal with perverts like you.”

With a scoff, Yoon Noah undid another button. Then, with a lazy smirk, he lifted his gaze to meet Kangil’s.

His eyes were red, as if he was on the verge of tears.

Looking at him, Kangil suddenly had the urge to make him cry for real.

He wondered just how breathtaking that sorrowful face would be with actual tears streaming down.

Noah’s fingers, unsteady from intoxication, toyed with the hem of his shirt.

“How about now…? Still not helping?”

He had told him to stop being indecent, and yet here he was, seducing him even more.

What would he have done if Kangil actually did like men?

In the end, it was Kangil who surrendered first.

With a small, amused smile creeping onto his lips, he reached out his hand—

At the exact moment Yoon Noah’s barely stable body collapsed.

His lips, which had been running endlessly, were now shut tight.

The ultimate fate of a drunk.

“Yoon Noah. If you had kept going, tonight might have turned into something interesting.”

With that, Kangil carried the sultry, reckless wildcat and dumped him in the nearest hotel by the reception hall.

Later, he heard a rumor—Yoon Noah had feelings for Seo Dowoong.

Not in the way a friend or subordinate would, but in a romantic, sexual way.

After that, they never met again.

At least, not until today.