DP Side Story 2, Episode 3
by BrieDeep Pivot Side Story 2, Episode 3
The conflict that began with “Cheong-oh hyung” seemed to end in Yeon-woo’s defeat—marked by tears—after Seo-joon crossed the line with a tasteless remark: “You’re a baby, so of course you came too fast, couldn’t even hold it in.”
“Baby… I was wrong. Stop crying, okay?”
“You’re seriously the worst, Lieutenant… What you just said—that was really too much.”
Yeon-woo trembled with shame. At some point, he had ended up flat on his back on the living room rug, completely pinned beneath Seo-joon. His half-erect penis, made soft by the degrading words, still twitched slightly inside Seo-joon.
Seo-joon gently kissed the corners of Yeon-woo’s teary eyes for a long while. Sniff, sniff. Between them, only the quiet sounds of lips meeting and Yeon-woo’s sniffling could be heard.
“You’re unbelievable, Lieutenant…”
“I think so too, baby. Can’t believe I’m still just your Lieutenant…”
But Seo-joon, whose tolerance was about as wide as a pinhole, wasn’t about to give up. While Yeon-woo now had a dozen hyungs and noonas in his life, Seo-joon alone remained stuck at “Lieutenant.”
So even as he soothed Yeon-woo, Seo-joon didn’t stop with the outrageous comments. Baby, stop crying. You’re off diapers now, time to act like a grown-up. You can’t just do your business inside me because I’m Lieutenant, okay? Do you want your diapers back?
Yeon-woo, who had been quietly sniffling with his eyes closed, suddenly fell silent. His lids fluttered open, revealing blue eyes—and through clenched teeth, he gave a solemn answer.
“…Yes, Master.”
Round two had begun.
“Ah…!”
With a short gasp, the table shifted slightly. Seo-joon, flipped effortlessly by Yeon-woo’s hands, barely stifled his laughter at the sudden reversal.
“Since baby has no self-control, Master will just have to be understanding.”
This was Cha Yeon-woo’s counterattack.
“Are you joking, baby? Can’t even say it right?”
“Baby didn’t learn how to speak properly, Master.”
Thus continued the “baby and master” play—something neither of them actually wanted—from round two on the living room floor, to round three on the bed, and round four in the bathroom.
“Master, are you not going jogging today?”
Still shaking off sleep in front of the mirror, Seo-joon glanced at Yeon-woo behind him.
“Master kind of wants to rest today. What do we do, baby?”
Their gazes narrowed into thin slits as they stared at each other in the mirror. Tension sparked silently between them. Yeon-woo turned on his heel and said,
“Then baby will go alone.”
Seo-joon’s eyes narrowed even more. That stubborn brat.
‘As long as you call me Lieutenant, you’ll always be my baby.’
‘Then, Lieutenant, you’ll always be baby’s Master.’
It was now day three of the fierce standoff between Baby and Master that had begun with this very declaration of war. Cha Yeon-woo’s stubbornness remained as unyielding as ever, and Seo-joon was starting to feel like he couldn’t even leave the house anymore. Every jogging path, movie theater, restaurant, and café they frequented had become a stage for public humiliation.
Especially unforgettable was the look on the café clerk’s face when Yeon-woo asked, “Master, what would you like to have today?”
Yeon-woo had insisted he’d go alone, yet he lingered around Seo-joon, grumbling just loud enough to be overheard: “What kind of Master sends his baby off alone?” or “Master’s been ignoring baby lately…” Eventually, Seo-joon caved and joined the jog—only to be shamed once again inside the elevator with their upstairs neighbor.
It was an unfair game for Seo-joon, a thirty-year-old who still cared deeply about social appearances. Meanwhile, Yeon-woo, seemingly pleased with calling him “Master,” assaulted him nonstop in public while Seo-joon couldn’t utter a word in return.
“Master, I thought you’d like this flavor. It’s really sweet.”
Seated at a café terrace inside their apartment complex, Seo-joon leaned forward anxiously at yet another “Master” bomb. Though not very loud, the filthy title felt loud enough to reach the table next to them.
“…How many times do I have to tell you I don’t like sweets, baby?”
Seo-joon replied with a deliberately low voice, trying to stay calm. In his hand, however, was a chocolate chip frappe piled high with whipped cream.
“Master really should be more honest. I’m seriously worried these days you might end up diabetic…”
Yeon-woo spoke in a doting, coaxing tone as he pushed a bite of mascarpone cream cake into Seo-joon’s mouth. Watching his face closely, Yeon-woo grinned.
“Tasty, right? You say you don’t like it, but your body’s always honest, Master.”
“Say something like that again…”
A chill crawled up Seo-joon’s neck. Glancing sideways at the neighboring table, he whispered sharply,
“You can’t say that kind of line out in public, Yeon-woo.”
Yeon-woo blinked innocently, not understanding.
“Why not?”
“Because in the world we live in… saying stuff like that outside the bedroom is illegal.”
Bedroom…? Illegal? Yeon-woo tilted his head in genuine confusion.
“Forget it. No point explaining—I’ll just end up looking like trash again.”
Frustrated by his outrageously pure-hearted partner, Seo-joon took a huge gulp of his frappe and shoveled a big bite of cake into his mouth. …It was good, though.
“Should we pack a whole cake? So we can share it with Jeong-woo later?”
“Shall we, Master?”
Because of that baby who never forgot to attach “Master” to every sentence, Seo-joon was at his wit’s end. Clenching his jaw, he glanced around and lowered his voice.
“Fine, baby. Go place the order.”
“Yes, Master.”
Yeon-woo answered crisply and stood up. Seo-joon anxiously scarfed down more cake. Without realizing, one of his legs began to bounce under the table.
How do I get the “nim” out of Cha Yeon-woo’s mouth? At this rate, we’re going to end up being “Baby” and “Master” for life. Worse, being called “Master” so much was starting to mess with him psychologically—giving orders to Yeon-woo now came far too naturally. It wasn’t what Seo-joon wanted at all.
What was going on in that tiny head of his? Why take such a roundabout path when everyone else just uses normal names?
Just then, a notification pinged on his phone.
◈ Agile SAU ◈
[A new notice has been posted]
[Rehearsal for wedding song – Hong Yeong-gyo & Jin Cheong-oh
Location: District 1, Seoul – Jin Cheong-oh’s residence
Risk Level: Tier 1
Date: June 2nd, 2:00 PM
❣D-42 to the wedding❣]
[Not confirmed]
[Will not attend, out of principle]
[Missed it lol]
[Decline]
[Jang Su-ho has left the group chat]
[ㄴ]
11:25 AM
[You cannot kick the group owner.]
[You cannot kick the group owner.]
[You cannot kick the group owner.]
[Ah.]
[Didn’t you say you wouldn’t do it––]
[Who even does wedding songs these days]
[lmao go die]
11:26 AM
[If we’re doing it, it has to be Yurisangja]
[What the hell is that?]
[You guys don’t know that song?]
[“I wanna carefully~ tell you~”]
[“Gonna muster up the courage~”]
11:27 AM
[?]
[What is this, the 80s?]
11:28 AM
[Who’s ghosting the chat?]
11:29 AM
Seo-joon turned off the group chat notifications and set his phone down. Good thing he’d agreed to MC the wedding—if he hadn’t, he might have ended up singing something ridiculously corny. What a disaster that would’ve been…
Then his phone buzzed again. He’d set up keyword alerts, so even with the group chat muted, any message mentioning “Baby” still triggered a ping.
Ding, ding, ding. The alerts kept going.
[Why is Baby excluded?]
[Baby’s different]
[Baby’s]
[Getting something even more embarrassing]
11:30 AM
[The wedding song is the most embarrassing]
[Let Baby do it alone]
[Can’t we make Baby do it?]
[It’s “can’t,” not “cant”]
[“Can’t” okay?]
11:31 AM
Seo-joon just stared blankly as the messages piled up like he was watching someone else’s house burn down. Innocent Cha Yeon-woo had no idea, but the day his team started calling him by name would never come.
Even if Yeon-woo dropped all the others’ ranks, the “Baby” label stuck to him like a brand. Just like Doctor Kang and Colonel Jin had said—he’d long since become everyone’s Baby.
Suddenly, Seo-joon turned his head, curious if Yeon-woo had seen the messages too.
And then he saw it—Cha Yeon-woo, deep in conversation with some unfamiliar man.
“…”
What… is this situation?