SS 6(1) Part 2

“You… aren’t the original owner of this body.”

“.….”

A shiver ran down his spine, goosebumps erupting across his skin. The psychic, seeing his silence, stroked the crystal ball, her other hand still holding his. He tried to pull away, but her grip tightened, her strength surprising.

She wasn’t an Esper, and yet he couldn’t break free. 

He was about to reach for his bracelet, but she released his hand, both her hands now on the crystal ball. The faint glow disappeared.

As the crystal ball returned to its original state, the psychic stood up. 

“It’s fine as long as you didn’t steal it.” She handed him a business card. “You can go now.”

“How much do I owe you…?”

“Send me whatever you want.”

Bomin took the card, standing up. He immediately transferred the money, and the psychic’s face lit up as she checked her phone. It was a stark contrast to her usual sullen expression. 

“I hope we don’t meet again. It’s never a good thing to have to see me.” 

“Can I… ask you one more thing?”

“What is it?”

She looked at him curiously, her hands clearing away the teacups. 

“Will I be able to stay in this body?” 

He knew this body wasn’t his. He looked exactly like the original Bomin, but… it wasn’t him. That was why he had come here today, to ease his anxieties.

“You’re afraid the original owner might return.” 

“…Yes.”

He had seen the original Bomin, living under a different name and appearance. 

He, too, must be inhabiting someone else’s body. His original body was the one Bomin was using now. 

Which meant the original Bomin could return at any time. And he needed to know what would happen then. 

“Don’t worry. He seems well-adjusted. And your soul… it’s compatible with this body. More so than the original owner.”

Bomin let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He felt a sense of relief wash over him. 

He still had to meet the original Bomin, but knowing he could stay in this body… It was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

“Thank you. I won’t be back.” 

“Goodbye.” 

Bomin bowed politely and left, his steps lighter than before. He thought he was fine.

But as he stepped onto the stairs, his legs buckled. He stumbled, his eyes closing instinctively, and then…

“I’m glad I came to meet you.”

“…Jeong Hotae?” 

“Yes. Did everything go well?” 

Instead of falling, he found himself in a warm, strong embrace. Jeong Hotae, holding him securely, smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“…I found him. The original owner of this body.”

Jeong Hotae’s eyes widened, his grip on Bomin tightening. Bomin, seeing the darkness clouding his eyes, gently caressed his cheek. 

“Don’t worry. She said I can keep this body.”

“…I wouldn’t have let him take it, even if he tried.”

Jeong Hotae hadn’t come alone. The others were waiting nearby, just in case. Bomin hadn’t known. 

They were selfish. They couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. They would have killed the original Bomin’s soul if it meant they could keep Bomin with them. 

“You were worried. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

Jeong Hotae wasn’t good at expressing his feelings. He would only open up after Bomin… persuaded him. 

He was trying to be more honest with Bomin, but… old habits die hard. 

“I’m going to try… to say ‘I love you’ and ‘I’m sorry’ more often.” 

He was learning from them, from their open displays of affection. He no longer felt the need to hide his feelings. 

He trusted them. He knew they wouldn’t leave him, no matter what. 

“That’s good.”

Bomin smiled, his expression as innocent as a child’s. He no longer felt guilty when he smiled. 

“I need to find someone.” 

“That person?”

“Yes.”

He thought about the original Bomin. Finding someone with only a name and a face was difficult, but… he had powerful allies.

And Yoon Bisam was the President of the Association.

The Association had access to everyone’s information. It was mandatory for every citizen to be tested for Esper or Guide abilities, and their information, like their identification, was stored in the Association’s database. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Jeong Hotae was worried. Bomin was more sensitive than he appeared. 

He knew Bomin would be hurt if the original Bomin was angry with him, even though he had been told he could keep the body. 

He didn’t want Bomin to suffer anymore. 

“It’s something I have to do eventually. It’s better to get it over with.”

“You’re not going alone. I’m coming with you.”

“Aren’t you busy? I thought you took a day off to come here.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Jeong Hotae always prioritized Bomin over everything else, sometimes leaving Bomin to deal with the fallout. It wasn’t just Jeong Hotae; the others had skipped work for Bomin too.

Yoon Bisam had been the only one to suffer the consequences, his dark circles getting darker by the day. Bomin could picture him, his expression thunderous as he imagined strangling them.

“You can’t keep neglecting your work. Your ability… it saves lives.” 

“You sound like a teacher.” 

Jeong Hotae chuckled at Bomin’s words. He kissed his furrowed brow, his lips lingering. He could feel Bomin’s lips trembling beneath his, but he didn’t stop.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Bomin’s mouth. 

“There are no new gates today. Don’t worry.”

He whispered against his ear, his words a promise.

“That’s a relief.”

Bomin, aroused by the kiss, rubbed his c*ck against Jeong Hotae’s abs. It was an intimate position, their bodies close from when Jeong Hotae had caught him. 

“…Should we go to the rooftop?”

“No, let’s go to the car.”

Jeong Hotae was already hard. He suggested the rooftop, but Bomin shook his head. The building was too low; they would be visible from above.

He didn’t have a thing for public s*x. The car was semi-public, but it was better than the rooftop.

“As you wish.”

Jeong Hotae led him to the car. It was a long drive from the mansion, and he was glad he had brought it. 

His phone buzzed with notifications, messages from the others. But he had put it on silent, so Bomin wouldn’t hear. 

He helped Bomin into the passenger seat, then quickly adjusted it, creating a makeshift bed. 

“Why are you in such a hurry?”

“You started it, Bomin-ah.”

Bomin moaned as Jeong Hotae’s hand slipped under his shirt, his fingers teasing his n*pples. 

Jeong Hotae, his other hand unbuttoning Bomin’s pants, bent down, his lips brushing against Bomin’s neck. 

“Can I leave a mark?”

Bomin usually used a recovery potion to erase any marks after s*x, especially before going out. He had a clean neck before leaving the mansion.

Jeong Hotae looked at him, seeking permission. Bomin nodded, his eyes fixated on Jeong Hotae’s. 

“Hng…” 

Bomin winced as he felt Jeong Hotae’s teeth sinking into his skin. Then, his tongue soothed the bite, his touch making him moan. Jeong Hotae’s hand was still on his n*pple, the other stroking his c*ck.

“When… did you even…?” 

He had been distracted by the feeling of his c*ck hardening, and now… his pants were gone. His shoes were off too, his feet, clad in white socks, dangling between Jeong Hotae’s legs. 

Jeong Hotae, unlike Bomin, was still fully clothed. Bomin, his fingers playing with the collar of Jeong Hotae’s shirt, tilted his head back as he felt Jeong Hotae’s fingers at his entrance. 

“Ah…”

His c*ck was leaking prec*m, but his hole was dry. He shivered as Jeong Hotae’s fingers slipped inside. 

“Just a little longer.” 

Jeong Hotae stroked his c*ck, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive head. He hadn’t brought any lube. The quickest way to prepare him was to make him c*m. 

He covered Bomin’s mouth with his hand, his tongue licking the roof of Bomin’s mouth. Bomin’s c*ck twitched in his hand.

Prec*m leaked from the tip, coating his shaft. Jeong Hotae gathered it with his fingers, using it to lubricate Bomin’s entrance. 

“Hurry up…” 

Bomin, his voice a needy whine, urged him on. He knew his hole, used to being f*cked daily, would stretch easily.

Jeong Hotae had been rough, impatient, when he had pulled him into the car, but now… he was being careful. Bomin’s gaze fell on his hard c*ck, the bulge straining against his pants.

He was being patient, preparing Bomin’s hole. Bomin reached out, his hand wrapping around Jeong Hotae’s c*ck.

“I’m already at my limit…”

Jeong Hotae’s c*ck was already leaking prec*m. He added two more fingers, stretching Bomin open. 

“Hng…” 

Bomin’s entrance was tightly closed, as if he hadn’t been stretched by countless c*cks. Jeong Hotae’s fingers met resistance as he pushed inside, his fingers coated in Bomin’s slick heat. 

His fingers moved inside, stretching him open. Bomin’s toes curled as he felt his insides being explored.

“Please, hurry…”

His fingers weren’t enough. He wrapped his legs around Jeong Hotae’s waist, pulling him closer. His hard c*ck pressed against Jeong Hotae’s hand, his hole clenching around his fingers.

“Ah, ah… Jeong Hotae… Hotae-ya…” 

Jeong Hotae’s fingers teased his prostate. Bomin, his arms wrapping around Jeong Hotae’s neck, pulled him down into a kiss. 

He rubbed his tongue against Jeong Hotae’s lips, savoring the taste. Jeong Hotae, loving the way Bomin was saying his name, continued to tease him with his fingers, prolonging his pleasure. 

His long fingers disappeared and reappeared between Bomin’s ass cheeks, his hand, slick with prec*m, glistening. 

“Why… aren’t you…?”

Bomin’s eyes, filled with tears, narrowed in frustration. He reached down, unbuckling Jeong Hotae’s belt, and freed his c*ck. 

“Haa…”

It was hard, the veins throbbing beneath his skin. He couldn’t understand why Jeong Hotae was taking so long.

“I’m… ready… so stop… ugh…”

Jeong Hotae, ignoring him, withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his c*ck. Bomin’s hole stretched, accommodating him. Bomin gasped, his lips parting.