BITM Ch14

After participating in church and volunteer activities, Han Naeyung’s condition rapidly worsened. Every time he felt the pain of his body being eaten by mold and bugs, he recalled his sex with Jin. That made him feel a bit better. However, even that faded over time. He was forgetting Jin’s scent and warmth.

“I feel like I’m using Prosecutor Jin…”

He confessed his guilt over something Jin didn’t know.

Using him? Jin muttered, furrowing his brow in anger.

“How did you use me?”

He seemed angry. But Han Naeyung couldn’t honestly explain anything.

“Just… everything.”

All he could say was that he had used Jin in some way.

Jin’s hand approached his face. The hand, almost touching, gently brushed his lips. Han Naeyung shivered slightly, but felt no rejection from Jin’s touch.

“Is it okay to use me but not others? Is that why you feel like you’re using me?”

Jin’s words made sense. No, only this person could bring him peace. As he chose his words, Jin’s hand brushed his cheek.

“If you feel better through any part of me… it’s fine. But,”

Jin gripped the handrail, and the sound of leather gloves rubbing together was heard.

“I slept with you because I liked you.”

Jin and Han Naeyung’s gazes locked firmly. Han Naeyung stared at him, captivated. Jin’s well-shaped lips spoke resolutely.

“Remember that, even now.”

Han Naeyung couldn’t give any response to Jin’s confession. But Jin didn’t press him. He didn’t ask what he had used him for. He just silently continued driving.

Han Naeyung bit the soft flesh inside his mouth. He had deliberately hurt Jin’s pride. He had told him in a cowardly way that he was using him, so Jin should stop coming to see him. But even after honestly expressing his feelings, Jin didn’t leave. Instead, he was drawn closer.

As they drove to Jin’s house, Nari kept making a fuss. It seemed to sense the tense atmosphere. Han Naeyung kept petting Nari before putting him down on the floor. The underground parking lot of the officetel was filled with the smell of tires.

Jin got out of the car and walked ahead without a word. Nari looked up at Han Naeyung, who was holding the leash, and yawned.

Han Naeyung wanted to hand over the leash and run away. It was a mistake. Even though seeing Jin had eased his troubled mind, he shouldn’t have followed him.

But Han Naeyung silently followed Jin. It might have been a good excuse, but the reason he couldn’t just leave was because of Nari. When they got off the elevator, Jin headed towards the front door. Jin, who had been silent the whole time, opened the door and gestured inside.

Han Naeyung relaxed his grip on the leash. Nari went in first and spun around, urging him to come in quickly. Jin stood at the door, arms crossed, looking down at Han Naeyung. He could have forcefully pulled Han Naeyung in, but he didn’t.

Han Naeyung slowly stepped inside and took off his shoes. If he thought of this as the last time…

“Do you want to take a shower?” Jin asked, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“…Yes.”

“The bathroom is—”

“Let’s go in together.”

“I’ll go alone.”

“As long as you don’t touch me, it’s fine, right?”

His mouth felt dry. Now that he was here, Han Naeyung had no intention of leaving. He just took off his coat and hung it on the sofa. He only took off his sweater and pants once he was in the bathroom. Jin opened the half-open door and came in.

Normally, Jin would have made a joke or broken the silence with some conversation, but today was different. He just looked at the completely naked Han Naeyung. He was still fully clothed, gloves and all.

Han Naeyung went into the shower stall and turned on the water. He could feel Jin’s gaze following his every movement, making his skin tingle.

“Prosecutor.”

Han Naeyung adjusted the shower pressure and spoke.

“…”

“I’ll shower first.”

He couldn’t bring himself to say, “Please leave.” Jin closed the shower door after coming in. The steam made the air hot and humid.

The leather glove touched his bare back. The wet, smooth sensation made his spine tingle.

“Why am I so angry?”

Jin pressed his fingertips into Han Naeyung’s soft skin. His firm hand traced the scars. Drops of water ran down his forehead and pooled in his eyes. Han Naeyung rubbed his stinging eyes and turned around. Jin’s sleeves were also soaked.

“If it’s because of me…”

The air was humid, but his throat felt dry. If Jin didn’t want to be there, he should leave. Jin grabbed the showerhead and turned the water pressure up.

“It’s not because of you, Doctor Han.”

Jin unbuttoned his shirt with one hand. He hung the wet shirt on the top of the stall, and the water droplets left long trails as they evaporated. The stall was a bit cramped for two people.

Jin’s naked body was right in front of him. Han Naeyung felt breathless. For Han Naeyung, sexual desire was like a poisonous bile. Sexual acts always brought back nightmares from the past. Just the thought of someone seeing him as a sexual object made his head feel like it was being doused with cold water.

But Jin was different. He felt pure sexual desire for Jin. There were no nightmares or poisonous bile. Han Naeyung looked at Jin’s body through the steamy, blurry vision. His well-defined muscles were covered in small scars.

Thud, Jin dropped his glove to the floor. He suddenly grabbed Han Naeyung’s dry wrist. His palm felt like it was boiling.

“If you’re going to use me, do it properly.”

Jin took Han Naeyung’s hand and placed it on his bare chest. The heat from Jin’s body was even hotter than his own, making his insides tremble.

“Prosecutor.”

At Han Naeyung’s call, Jin lowered his head. The water from the fixed showerhead splashed onto Jin’s shoulder and then his cheek.

“Why… “

Why is it only you that makes me feel okay? Why do I feel alive only when you touch me? All these questions crumbled in his mouth.

“The scar.”

“This one?”

Jin, still holding his hand, pressed firmly on the most visible scar on his chest.

“It’s not from catching a serial killer; I just played around a bit when I was young.”

It was hard to imagine Jin as a delinquent. Han Naeyung couldn’t take his eyes off the scar. Jin squeezed out some shower gel and said,

“Do you believe that?”

“Because Prosecutor said it… I believed it.”

For a moment, Jin’s grip tightened. Han Naeyung frowned slightly, and Jin unfolded the wooden chair hanging on the wall of the stall. After seating Han Naeyung, Jin offered him a shower sponge.

“Should I wash you, or will you do it yourself?”

Han Naeyung chose the latter. He dropped the sponge several times while washing his body, distracted by Jin’s gaze.

Jin took the showerhead and rinsed off the remaining bubbles. He then pumped some lotion onto his hands from the bottle on the shelf. The lotion mixed with water dripped onto the floor, leaving white, semen-like droplets.

“Hold onto the wall.”

Jin’s voice was lower than before. Han Naeyung pressed both hands against the wall and turned his back to Jin.

“Ah!”

Two fingers immediately entered him. A short moan escaped his lips, and his hips twisted. Jin seemed to be trying to minimize skin contact, using his thumb to push one side of his buttock. His fingers moved freely inside, making Han Naeyung bite his lip and tremble every time they brushed against his prostate. The fingers went deeper, and Han Naeyung tried to turn his head to look at Jin, but Jin grabbed his neck, preventing him from moving. The firm grip made his eyes flutter, and all his senses focused on where Jin’s hand was.

…Prosecutor, Prosecutor Jin. Han Naeyung murmured silently.

The fingers that had slipped out traced his perineum, stimulating the sensitive skin. Then, they thrust back in. Surprisingly, his insides were even tenser than before. Han Naeyung shivered and whimpered, but now all he could hear was the sound of water.

“Like this… “

Han Naeyung let out a weak breath at Jin’s slightly forceful touch. Jin released his neck and grabbed his hips, pressing his erection against his buttock.

Only then did Han Naeyung turn his head to look at Jin. Jin looked urgent and angry, his eyes fixed downwards. When their eyes met, Jin lightly kissed his temple.

As soon as he saw Jin, Han Naeyung’s body trembled with relief.

“Just relax like this.”

“Ah!”

Thud! The penis that split his buttocks firmly settled inside him. Han Naeyung quickly pressed his palms against the wall, but the intense thrust made his hands slip.

Jin supported his hips and thrust upwards. After pushing in to the root, he let out a deep breath. His legs, standing on tiptoes, trembled. Splash, splash, he shallowly and quickly thrust his hips.

From the start, Jin’s intense thrusts made Han Naeyung grab his forearm. Jin immediately gathered both of Han Naeyung’s arms and pinned them to the wall.

Was he angry about being used? But Han Naeyung couldn’t think anymore. Jin fiercely pounded into him, overwhelming his senses.

“Ah! Back… I don’t want it… from the back.”

“You don’t like it from the back?”

Even as he asked, he continued to thrust from behind.

“From the front, ugh! From the front.”

Jin wrapped one arm around his waist, still pinning his wrist to the wall. Jin ignored Han Naeyung’s pleas and moved roughly, continuously pressing against his prostate with his hard erection.

“Huh… ugh… “

Jin listened to Han Naeyung’s moans and licked his canine tooth with the tip of his tongue, suppressing the urge to bite his neck.

From the front, from the front, please… Han Naeyung murmured repeatedly. Jin clicked his tongue and finally released his wrist. As he slowly pulled out his penis, the rim of the hole stretched taut. Jin brushed back his wet hair.

This wasn’t the plan. When he couldn’t turn around, his body was tense, but as soon as he saw Jin’s face, he relaxed. The sight of Han Naeyung finding relief in him brought intense pleasure, clouding his vision.

“I’m sorry.”

Jin, with a hint of frustration, grabbed the loosened Han Naeyung and turned him around. He wrapped a towel around Han Naeyung’s body.

“…You’re angry.”

“No, I’m not. Honestly, I was angry, but not for the reason Dr. Han thinks.”

“…”

Jin held Han Naeyung even tighter as he looked at him with bewildered eyes.

“Don’t you know why it’s only me and no one else?”

Han Naeyung whispered softly, “I don’t know.” Jin laughed helplessly.

“I think I know.”

However, Han Naeyung did not seem to believe Jin’s words.

‘How can you know when even I don’t?’

Han Naeyung had that questioning look in his eyes.

His lower abdomen felt like it was melting away. Jin, who was on top of Han Naeyung, licked and sucked his penis. Han Naeyung also lowered his head and licked Jin’s.

It was too big to fit in his mouth, so he repeatedly took it in and out. The bitter taste of pre-cum and lube mixed together. The hole, which had been penetrated several times, opened and closed loosely.

Jin half-raised his body and leaned against the headboard. Between his spread legs, Han Naeyung’s entrance was clearly visible. Jin inserted his finger into the hole and spread it open, causing semen to drip out. Han Naeyung gripped Jin’s penis tightly.

Jin spread his palm and wrapped it around Han Naeyung’s penis, making him let out a soft moan. Jin was about to stroke Han Naeyung’s bare thigh but stopped. Han Naeyung didn’t realize it, but his body twitched every time Jin touched him unexpectedly.

“Turn around.”

Han Naeyung turned around and sat on top of Jin. His chest was still stained with the semen from earlier. When Jin raised his body, Han Naeyung naturally lay back down.

Jin, who had been stimulating the hole with his hand, lifted Han Naeyung’s hips. He aligned the tip with the entrance and pressed it in. The narrow hole tightly gripped his penis.

The movement of the penis going in and out of him gradually became faster. The foamy semen made a sticky sound as it was churned.

“Ah! Ah!”

Han Naeyung looked at Jin with hazy eyes. Unlike his pained expression, a hot breath escaped from Han Naeyung’s lips. Thud! When Jin thrust in deeply, Han Naeyung’s head tilted back.

Jin ran his fingertips over Han Naeyung’s throbbing throat. The unexpected touch made Han Naeyung tighten below. Jin gritted his teeth and explored the area he was gripping tightly.

Han Naeyung rubbed his head against the sheet and gripped his own buttock tightly. He was trying to disperse the pleasure that had risen to the top of his head. Jin thrust his penis in even deeper, as if that wasn’t enough, and pressed his hips down harder.

Huh… Please, I feel like I’m going to burst. Han Naeyung moaned. Since the semen was full, it must have been overwhelming. Jin pulled out his penis. As he did, the semen that had been trapped inside spilled out.

When Jin thrust in deeply again and then pulled out completely, a line of semen dripped down Han Naeyung’s back. Han Naeyung’s eyes turned red.

Jin grabbed Han Naeyung’s penis. As Han Naeyung’s head tilted back again, Jin bit and sucked on his throat. Han Naeyung gripped the sheet and shook his body. Following his hand, semen spurted out. He stiffened his body, pushing the sheet with his toes.

Jin thrust into the soft insides, stirring them up. The continuous stimulation of the prostate brought on another wave of orgasm. However, there was no more semen left to come out. Jin also pushed his own semen deep inside. The feeling of Jin’s semen seeping into his stomach made Han Naeyung let out a small moan.

Jin wanted to hold Han Naeyung’s body tightly as he panted. Should he try it once? Since Jin’s penis was already inside… Jin lowered his forehead and pressed it against Han Naeyung’s shoulder. The collarbone trembled, but he didn’t push Jin away with his hand.

Jin licked the prominent collarbone with his tongue. The hand that had been gripping the sheet hesitantly reached into Jin’s hair.

Jin lightly touched the nipple with his pointed tongue. Jin grabbed Han Naeyung’s chest with his hand, making the nipple stand up, and took it into his mouth. When he felt Han Naeyung’s gaze, Jin released his mouth with a smacking sound. Han Naeyung moaned.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“…”

“It’s not because I think I’m handsome, right?”

Jin asked a slightly mischievous question. Han Naeyung averted his gaze to Jin’s shoulder.

“What, was I right?”

“The person who is with me… is the Prosecutor. I’m just confirming that.”

Han Naeyung’s chest rose and fell unsteadily.

“What if you don’t confirm it?”

Jin licked his chest with his tongue. Han Naeyung wrapped his arms around Jin’s head again. Jin wanted to hear the answer, but he just laughed shortly and said,

Jin, who had licked down to the bottom with his tongue, took all of Han Naeyung’s into his mouth. It didn’t take long for the stimulated penis to ejaculate.

Among the many positions, Han Naeyung particularly disliked being on top. Jin penetrated him in the missionary position again. After several acts, the loosened entrance and insides softly wrapped around Jin’s penis. But soon, as the act became intense, the insides narrowed, unable to keep up with the pleasure.

Jin covered Han Naeyung’s lips, which were calling his name. Han Naeyung’s breath was warm. As he murmured softly again, calling Jin’s name, the accumulated semen burst out once more. Jin’s arm muscles tensed up.

Jin bit and sucked on Han Naeyung’s lower lip. Even after ejaculating, Jin’s still hard penis moved inside him. Exhausted, Han Naeyung’s body slumped like a ragdoll. His eyelids were heavy and closing.

As Jin pulled away, Han Naeyung’s legs fell onto the bed. Jin placed a towel over the semen-dripping entrance.

Thud, thud, thud.

Han Naeyung opened his mouth at the sound coming from somewhere.

“The sound…”

“Hmm, the sound?”

“Yes.”

“It’s Nari scratching the door.”

“Ah… Nari.”

Han Naeyung murmured so softly it was almost inaudible.

Nari had been scratching at the door ever since they came into the room from the bathroom, but both of them only realized it now. As the feeling of semen dripping became more pronounced, Han Naeyung turned over and lay on his side. Right now, lying flat was more comfortable.

Han Naeyung rested one cheek against the sheet, watching Jin as he walked out of the bedroom without a stitch of clothing. Moments later, Jin returned, carrying Nari, who had rushed in as soon as the door opened. He placed the dog outside again and closed the door, prompting a loud scratching sound from Nari, who had been left outside.

While Han Naeyung’s gaze lingered on the door, Jin laid a warm towel over his lower body.

“I can… clean myself,” Han Naeyung muttered.

“You’re just using the towel anyway,” Jin retorted.

During their intimacy, Jin had freely touched him in a haze of passion, but afterward, he kept his hands strictly to himself. Once the cleanup was done, Jin sat next to Han Naeyung, who was lying prone on the bed.

“Get some rest,” Jin whispered, watching Han Naeyung’s closed eyes. Seeing no movement, he guessed exhaustion had already overtaken him. Jin pulled the blanket up to Han Naeyung’s waist and gently traced his back with his fingertips. Fortunately, his eyelids remained still.

As his hand lingered, Jin’s mind wandered.

The reason he doesn’t mind me touching him… is the same as my reason for wanting to touch him. Maybe he’s oblivious, or maybe he just doesn’t want to admit it.

Jin let out a quiet chuckle, which quickly faded as his hand covered the faint scars on Han Naeyung’s back.

“The bastard who left these scars on you… I can’t get him out of my head, and it’s infuriating. It’s also frustrating that you won’t tell me who it was. One day, you should let me know. I might be able to get revenge for you.”

As anger rose in his voice, Jin rubbed his face and looked down at Han Naeyung. That’s when he heard a faint murmur.

“…yo.”

“You’re still awake?” Jin asked, startled.

“I… they’re dead,” Han Naeyung said, eyes still closed.

“Once everything is over… it’ll be okay. I’m sure of it.”

But his voice wavered, betraying his uncertainty.

Dead? Once everything is over? What does he mean?

Jin mulled over Han Naeyung’s sleep-like mutterings, glancing at the pack of cigarettes on the table. Instead of smoking, he stayed where he was, watching Han Naeyung’s still figure.

The weight of his exhaustion left Han Naeyung so still and quiet that even his breathing was barely noticeable. Jin, suddenly gripped by an impulse, considered using his position to dig into Han Naeyung’s past.

I have a feeling I’ll never hear about those scars directly from him.

His fingers twitched involuntarily, forming a light fist. As he brushed the hair off Han Naeyung’s damp forehead, he remained asleep.

* * *

That year, the flowers bloomed in extraordinary abundance.

Perhaps the memory had been embellished in an effort to console himself over the worst of times, but there had never been a more beautiful sight before or after.

At the orphanage, the TV played cartoons while children eagerly awaited lunch, crowded together in front of the screen.

Jaemin, fixated on a baby dinosaur being scolded by a character named Gildong, tapped his feet anxiously. Meanwhile, I sat cross-legged, gazing outside.

The pale pink azaleas encircled the yard like a prison. The delicate petals of the azalea trees seemed fragile enough to break through, even with my small frame.

What if I left? The thought had crossed my mind countless times in recent days. I turned to my younger brother, who was engrossed in the cartoon.

“Jaemin.”

“What? Let me finish watching first.”

“Okay.”

Jaemin, pouting, sidled closer to me.

“Why aren’t you watching the dinosaurs, Hyung?”

“I don’t like them.”

“Why not?”

“They’re scary.”

“You’re scared of baby dinosaurs?”

I nodded again.

At first, I had loved the cartoon like the other children. When the baby dinosaur reunited with its mother, I had cried tears of joy. But when it was taken away and sent back to Gildong’s house, the show became terrifying.

Why couldn’t they leave it alone? It finally found its mother—why did they have to separate them again?

Jaemin had never understood why I cried so bitterly back then, and he didn’t understand now.

“Jaemin,” I called again.

“Yeah, Hyung?”

Jaemin’s eyes were glued to the TV.

“Could you live without me?”

“What?”

“What if we were separated and had to live in different houses?”

“No way!”

Jaemin shot to his feet.

“I don’t want that!”

His loud outburst made me quickly cover his mouth.

“Shh. If you yell, we’ll get scolded.”

I whispered, glancing around nervously. The director and the doctor were nowhere to be seen, and the other children remained absorbed in the cartoon. Jaemin, struggling, glared at me with wide eyes, as if he were already being separated from me.

“Woomin, what are you talking about?”

At the sound of the voice from above, I hiccupped in surprise. Only after looking up to see Hyung did I feel relieved. The tallest in the orphanage, he plopped down in front of the two of us twins.

“What do you mean, living in separate homes?”

“No way! No! Mmff!”

I quickly clamped my hand over Jaemin’s mouth again.

“Jaemin, just watch your cartoon. Hyung was just joking,” I said.

Hyung rummaged in his pocket and handed a candy to Jaemin. Grumbling, Jaemin took the candy and started sucking on it before crawling back to the TV. Pressing my back against the cold wall, I pulled my knees closer to my chest.

“Who said that?” Hyung asked.

“They said new adoptive parents are taking us. But they’re different people, so Jaemin and I have to go separately.”

“The director told you that?”

“Yeah. I even saw the uncle and aunt.”

“Did they seem like bad people?”

“They didn’t smell mean.”

“Smell? You’re saying that again?”

Hyung chuckled as he tousled my hair.

“Hyung, I don’t want to be apart from Jaemin.”

I stared at the world beyond the flowers. Hyung followed my gaze and said,

“I don’t want you to go either.”

I lifted my head from my knees to look up at Hyung. He poked my cheek a couple of times.

“If anything happens, you have to tell me right away. Got it?”

Hyung popped a candy into my mouth. Trusting him, I nodded.

* * *

The air felt stifling. I was drenched in sweat. Han Naeyung tried to lift his arm to wipe his forehead, but he couldn’t move at all. He was wrapped up in the blanket like a cocoon, held tightly in someone’s arms.

Releasing the tension from his stiff body, Han Naeyung looked ahead. There he saw Jin, breathing steadily in his sleep. Naked, Jin had wrapped himself around Han Naeyung, substituting for the blanket.

It had been a long time since he’d had such a dream. Nightmares barged in uninvited at any time, but dreams of even fleeting happiness were rare. Swallowing a sigh of regret, he wiggled slightly, only to have Jin tighten his hold.

The warm breath from Jin rustled the hair on his forehead. Was it because of Jin’s breath that he had dreamt of those days? Just then, something blunt poked the back of his head. Startled by the unexpected sensation, Han Naeyung flinched, and Jin spoke in a sleepy voice.

“Are you awake?”

“…Yes.”

“You were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t wake you.”

Jin unwrapped the arms and legs that had been holding Han Naeyung. The thing poking his head turned out to be none other than Nari’s nose. Jin reached for his phone. Squinting at the screen, he checked the time.

“It’s about time to get up anyway.”

He rubbed his eyes, perhaps trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep. It was only 5 a.m., but Han Naeyung sat up as well. Nari wagged her tail excitedly, prancing across the bed despite the early hour.

His lower body throbbed all over. Han Naeyung sat still for a moment. Jin turned on the bedside lamp, lighting a cigarette out of habit. The sight brought Han Naeyung fully awake, but Jin quickly stubbed it out.

Under the soft light of the lamp, Han Naeyung blinked slowly. Jin watched him, his gaze unwavering.

Just like that night under the streetlight, there was something about Han Naeyung that could captivate anyone.

“One of my old teachers used to say, ‘Beautiful things are poisonous, and desirable things are traps. So stay away from anything too beautiful.’”

Jin had heard tales as a child about a ghost haunting their village. Dressed not in white burial clothes but a silky white gown, the ghost was said to be so stunning that men would follow her to their deaths. Two local men who claimed to have seen her were later found dead in the forest.

Jin himself had once glimpsed a woman within the barbed wire surrounding the woods. She hadn’t seemed like a ghost to him but more like a fairy. He couldn’t clearly remember her face anymore, but he remembered being mesmerized.

Even if the person in front of him were a ghost, Jin wouldn’t care. He would follow them to the ends of the earth, even to his demise. No, before that, he wanted to make this person happy—to ensure they lived a life full of smiles.

“In short, my teacher was telling us to live like monks. But I was never cut out for that.”

Jin suddenly shoved Han Naeyung down onto the bed, startling Nari into leaping off.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m so excited right now that even a knife under this pillow wouldn’t matter?”

He pressed his hardening arousal against Han Naeyung, eliciting a soft gasp.

“A knife?”

Han Naeyung panted, voicing his confusion.

“Let me touch you,” Jin said instead, showing his open hand.

Han Naeyung nodded hesitantly, and Jin planted a kiss on his chin. The faint stubble on Jin’s face was rough against Han Naeyung’s skin, an undeniable sensation even in the dim light.

Jin’s hand slid lower, coaxing a shiver from Han Naeyung as his fingers explored the tender heat within.

Han Naeyung nodded, and Jin kissed the tip of his chin. Even without seeing it, the rough stubble that had grown overnight was felt. He half-raised Han Naeyung’s penis.

Ah, letting out a sigh, his fingers slipped inside the hole. His tongue also entered the open mouth. He curled his fingers to widen the inside.

Thanks to the previous day’s activities, the already loosened insides were very hot. Jin lifted both of Han Naeyung’s legs to expose the hole. He grabbed his penis, wet with pre-cum, and pressed the thick tip inside. With a thud, the large head pushed in.

“Ah!”

“Does it hurt?”

“…A little.”

Han Naeyung nodded, and Jin kissed the tip of his chin. Even without seeing it, the rough stubble that had grown overnight was felt. He half-raised Han Naeyung’s penis.

Ah, letting out a sigh, his fingers slipped inside the hole. His tongue also entered the open mouth. He curled his fingers to widen the inside.

It was as good as saying it wasn’t painful. If they were going to be physically close, Han Naeyung would gladly endure it. Jin didn’t hold back from the start and thoroughly explored the hot insides.

“Dr. Han.”

“Ah…!”

“Later… even if it’s much later.”

Jin murmured against his neck. With a low voice, the movement of his hips became even more intense.

“Tell me. Anything is fine.”

Han Naeyung couldn’t give any response and only let out continuous moans. Jin didn’t say anything more and fiercely ravaged the insides.

The dry inner walls became wet and sticky. Han Naeyung reached out and grabbed Jin’s shoulder. The weak touch made Jin hug Han Naeyung tightly.

As their upper bodies pressed closely together, Han Naeyung’s body stiffened. His insides tightly gripped Jin’s penis. Jin, still sitting, thrust upwards. The sheets fell off, and the bed became a mess.

The union became even deeper. Han Naeyung’s penis rubbed against Jin’s abdomen. With a pop, the semen spurted out, landing on Jin’s chest before dripping down. Jin also increased his speed and tightly gripped Han Naeyung’s buttocks. He pulled out his penis just before ejaculating.

With one hand supporting the falling Han Naeyung, and the other hand gripping his own penis, the semen spurted out onto Han Naeyung’s body.

Even after ejaculating several times, Jin rubbed his penis against Han Naeyung’s soft buttocks. Jin looked down at the exhausted Han Naeyung with a mixture of emotions. Feeling a surge of emotions after sharing such intimacy, Han Naeyung’s face flushed red.

Slowly, he raised his hand and touched Jin’s forehead. Unlike the warm skin, the sweat felt cold.

“Touch me as much as you want.”

Jin took Han Naeyung’s wrist and pressed it against his cheek.

“It’s… warm.”

Han Naeyung murmured. Jin deliberately brushed his lips against Han Naeyung’s wrist. Han Naeyung remained still, and gaining courage, he kissed Jin’s wrist several times.

“I have to go now… don’t I?”

After a while, Han Naeyung pulled his wrist away. Jin looked disappointed and checked his phone again.

“Dr. Han, you can have breakfast and then go. Can you take a shower?”

“…Yes.”

Han Naeyung sat up from the edge of the bed. Looking down, he saw Nari chewing on the corner of the sheet. Jin first pulled the sheet off and draped it over his arm. When he took the sheet away from Nari, Nari clung to it.

“He’s sulking because you didn’t pay attention to him.”

Jin moved the sheet to the side and picked up Nari, placing him in Han Naeyung’s arms. The feeling of the dog’s fur against his bare skin made Han Naeyung feel a sense of guilt towards Nari. But the sensation of the fur against his skin felt good. Han Naeyung carefully hugged Nari.

Jin looked at Han Naeyung and Nari. The unusual combination of a beautiful person and an ugly dog seemed to fit well together.

“Can you take a shower, Jin? Or should I…”

Han Naeyung, still holding Nari, stood up.

“I’ll… wash Nari too.”

Even though he looked pitiful, he still had his pride. Jin knew that if he said more, it would sound like coercion.

“Okay, you two shower together.”

Nari, now in a better mood, wagged his tail in Han Naeyung’s arms.

Jin replaced breakfast with a simple salad and sandwich. Of course, while Han Naeyung ate one bite, Jin finished four. Nari also wagged his tail and ate his food.

The time they left the house was just past 7 AM. And in the passenger seat was Nari, in Han Naeyung’s arms. He had to get a full physical examination.

“I think I can pick you up a bit late, is that okay?”

“…”

Han Naeyung couldn’t say that he would go straight to work after the examination.

“Or you can come to my place after work.”

“…No, thank you.”

If only he could be as honest as he was during sex. Jin thought to himself.

As they arrived in front of the animal hospital, Jin slowed down. For some reason, he felt like a lover reluctant to part. Of course, Han Naeyung might not feel the same way, but at least he did. Jin glanced at Han Naeyung, and their eyes met.

Han Naeyung hadn’t expected Jin to look at him, so he couldn’t avert his gaze. His lips, which had been bitten and sucked, were redder and more swollen than usual.

“I like you, Dr. Han.”

It was something he could have said even while they were physically close. But he hadn’t said it because he wanted to see Han Naeyung’s expression in a situation where pleasure or impulse wasn’t involved.

“…”

Han Naeyung bit his red lips. He seemed embarrassed, or perhaps he was trying to refuse. Saying that he liked Han Naeyung too would definitely ruin the mood. Looking at the situation, it was obvious even without hearing it.

“I’m not asking for a response. I just wanted to let you know how I feel.”

Jin smiled brightly, telling him not to worry about it.

“…Prosecutor.”

“Have a good day.”

Jin unbuckled Han Naeyung’s seatbelt for him. Then he opened the door. As he did, the scent of Jin’s skin brushed past Han Naeyung’s cheek. Wanting to take a deeper breath, Han Naeyung deliberately looked outside and put Nari down.

“By the way.”

Jin’s voice hit his back.