IPSTDS Chapter 7
by BrieChapter 7
For some reason, his pants felt tight—uncomfortably so.
It almost seemed like something large was pressing insistently against the fabric…
Nahyuk swallowed dryly.
The languid atmosphere only heightened his anticipation for the long night ahead. He wondered how Kangil’s firm body would compare to his own softer flesh.
By the time Kangil had finished undoing all the buttons on his shirt, his hand had begun to trace teasing circles just above Nahyuk’s belt.
The heat pooling below made him feel damp. Kangil’s fingers, lazily brushing against his belt, were unbearably stimulating.
Nahyuk was so tense he could barely breathe. His heart had been racing for who knows how long.
“You’re not crying today. I guess you don’t hate it.”
I fucking love it…
Instead of answering, Nahyuk bit down on his lips, suppressing the words. He could only wait—eagerly—for Kangil’s next move.
Right then—just as something monumental, something historic was about to happen—
A deep, vibrating buzz shattered the mood.
The sound instantly killed the tension. Kangil’s forehead creased with irritation.
“What are you waiting for? Answer it.”
…Was that his phone? Nahyuk blinked, dumbfounded.
“It’s mine?”
“Who else’s would it be? You think it’s my phone?”
“Then… I guess it’s mine.”
He really should have just turned it off.
Suppressing an annoyed sigh, Nahyuk sat up without a word of protest.
Kangil, clearly disinterested now, lifted himself off of Nahyuk and walked toward the bathroom.
As Nahyuk watched Kangil’s broad back retreat, he let out a long exhale.
Damn it. If it weren’t for that damn vibration…
The culprit that ruined the moment was tucked inside his jacket.
As soon as he pulled out his phone, the buzzing stopped.
And the name of the caller lit up on the screen.
‘Dowoong ♥’
“…What?”
Seo Dowoong was calling him?
It was unbelievable.
Throughout all 71 chapters of The Withering Flower, Seo Dowoong had never once called Yoon Noah first—unless it was directly related to the main Shou.
In fact, Nahyuk was pretty sure Seo Dowoong hadn’t even saved Yoon Noah’s number.
There was even a line in the novel where he had said:
「”Yoon Noah. Be grateful I didn’t block you.”」
It was an unbelievably arrogant remark—one that made it clear Seo Dowoong had absolutely no interest in Yoon Noah.
And yet, Yoon Noah had still followed him around like a lost puppy.
There was no way that same Seo Dowoong would suddenly call Yoon Noah now.
Unless it was a misdial, the whole thing was absurd.
Nahyuk turned off his phone screen, dismissing the missed call.
He had no reason to care about someone who looked at him like he was nothing more than an insect.
What mattered far more was the man who had just looked at him with languid, seductive eyes—the man who held his life in his hands.
Lee Kangil.
Nahyuk knocked on the bathroom door a couple of times.
“Lee Kangil… Did you, by any chance… get hard just now? Is that why you went to the bathroom?”
No response came from inside.
“I mean, I didn’t do anything, but… if I succeeded in seducing you and, well, made you hard… then does that mean I get the drug…?”
Even as he spoke, Nahyuk wondered if this was the right approach.
Maybe this was too… unsexy.
The bathroom door suddenly swung open.
Lee Kangil emerged, his expression still carrying a trace of irritation as he looked down at Nahyuk.
His sharp, piercing gaze felt almost scalding.
“…Yoon Noah. You’re fucking insane.”
He let out a short, frustrated sigh.
“No matter what you say… God, just—”
“…I just don’t know any better.”
“Forget it. Who was calling you? Don’t tell me it was Seo Dowoong?”
Nahyuk nodded.
Kangil let out a low chuckle.
“Well, well. Look at him actually reacting.”
“……”
Nahyuk didn’t bother correcting him.
There was no point in saying, It was probably just a misdial. Letting Kangil misunderstand seemed like the better option.
“I’ve lost the mood for tonight, so I’m heading out.”
“The drug…”
“See me this Saturday evening.”
“…What?”
“The final clinical trial ends this week.”
“……”
“I’ll send you the location.”
Having said his piece, Kangil patted Nahyuk’s shoulder twice.
Encouragement? Support? He had no idea what the gesture was supposed to mean.
Then, without another word, Lee Kangil walked out. He didn’t even say goodbye.
Left alone in the room, Nahyuk slowly buttoned up his half-open shirt.
Still, the night hadn’t been a total loss.
Kangil had told him about the trial ending and had even arranged another meeting. That had to mean things had gone well.
As the tension drained from his body, Nahyuk remained standing in place for quite a while.
Even though Kangil was long gone, his heart was still pounding too fast for him to move.
At that moment, his phone vibrated again.
But caught in the lingering sensation of his racing heartbeat, Nahyuk barely registered the sound.
A message had arrived.
From Seo Dowoong.
—Parking lot.
In the backseat of a rare foreign luxury car sat a strikingly handsome man.
It was none other than Seo Dowoong, who had just attended Yoon Taesik’s birthday party earlier that evening.
His face was as expressionless as a porcelain doll, his eyes blinking at regular intervals.
Even when the chauffeur, who had entered the car after him, addressed him, he remained motionless.
“Vice President, shall we depart?”
Without sparing a glance, Seo Dowoong replied,
“In ten minutes.”
Ten minutes. That should be more than enough time.
Seo Dowoong stared out the window, replaying the absurd scene he had witnessed earlier.
Yoon Noah, who had always dressed sloppily—like the discarded son he was—had, for some reason, looked impeccably put together tonight.
The same Yoon Noah, who used to cling to him like a parasite, pretending not to know him.
But what made absolutely no sense was this—
“I don’t know the person standing next to Mr. Lee Kangil.”
Yoon Noah, who had never shown an ounce of interest in Lee Kangil, was suddenly paying attention to him.
That little shit dared to ignore me?
Seo Dowoong found Yoon Noah’s indifference unsettling.
At first, he assumed it was just another one of his manipulative tricks. But seeing him disappear into a hotel with Lee Kangil… that was not amusing.
When he actually saw them enter together, irritation crawled under his skin.
Not enough to be called anger—just a faint but undeniable disturbance.
The wildcat that had trailed after him for months had suddenly latched onto another man.
For months, Yoon Noah had followed him around, smiling even when Seo Dowoong shoved him away.
Even when he pushed him hard enough to make him stumble, he had still grinned like a fool.
Yet tonight, there had been no grin.
The thought of Yoon Noah doing something indecent with Lee Kangil in that hotel room flashed through his mind.
The moment it did, Seo Dowoong acted on impulse—he called him.
And not only that, he personally told him where he was.
Let’s see him go crawling to his new master now.
Seo Dowoong was certain—Yoon Noah would throw Kangil aside and come running back to him.
He had even done him the courtesy of calling first.
There was no reason he wouldn’t come.
He had said ten minutes, but he might arrive in five.
The only reason he had called was because Kangil was pissing him off.
Seeing him act like he had won, grinning like he had picked up some prize—it was insufferable.
Seo Dowoong wasn’t particularly close to Kangil.
They had met as children in the heir’s club, growing up in the same circles, but there was no real bond between them.
That was precisely why he refused to lose to him.
Taking Yoon Noah back would wipe that smug look off Kangil’s face.
A dry smirk curled on Seo Dowoong’s lips.
“I just need to see that fool come running back, then I’ll leave.”
Leisurely crossing his arms, he imagined Yoon Noah panting as he sprinted toward his car.
The irritation he had felt earlier began to fade.
Then—five minutes passed.
Then ten.
“Vice President, it’s been ten minutes. Shall we depart?”
“……”
Yoon Noah, who should have come running, was nowhere to be seen.
That was strange.
Had he lost his mind?
Or was there some reason he couldn’t come?
…Had he been so desperate to reach him that he got into an accident?
“Vice President?”
“…Let’s wait another five minutes.”
“Are you expecting someone?”
“No. It’s nothing.”
The chauffeur flinched at the iciness in his voice and didn’t ask any further.
Another five minutes crawled by.
Still, Yoon Noah never appeared.
Seo Dowoong’s expression turned cold as he finally spoke.
“Drive.”
His voice was quiet, but his face had completely hardened.
The next day, Seo Dowoong was certain that Yoon Noah would reach out to him.
He expected an apologetic message—something along the lines of, I’m sorry for ignoring you yesterday or There was an unavoidable reason I couldn’t come to you.
A flimsy excuse, but an excuse nonetheless.
Yet, as the day dragged on and the sun dipped below the horizon, there was still no word from Yoon Noah.
…Why?
No, more importantly—why not?
Late at night, in his pristine, lifeless officetel, Seo Dowoong sat lazily on his gray sofa, lost in thought.
On the glass coffee table before him, his phone lay still and silent—so quiet it was almost too noticeable.
His gaze never strayed far from it.
Right then—at just the right moment—the phone vibrated lightly.
Without hesitation, Seo Dowoong picked it up.
There was a subconscious expectation in his movement—surely, it was Yoon Noah.
But the sender’s name on the screen read—
Kim Daon.
-Vice President Seo, are you free on Saturday?
The way Kim Daon mixed formal and casual speech was endearing, bringing a small smirk to Seo Dowoong’s lips.
Without much thought, he replied.
-Yeah. Why?
Then he waited.
And waited.
But no response came.
It was late—there was a good chance Daon had fallen asleep before seeing the message.
Seo Dowoong was about to turn off his phone when his eyes landed on his chat with Yoon Noah.