DP Side Story Episode 4
by BrieDeep Pivot Side Story, Episode 4
“…Every time you say stuff like that, Lieutenant, I seriously feel like I’m gonna lose it.”
Yeon-woo muttered the words through gritted teeth, letting Seo-joon suck and nip at his lips however he pleased.
And then, just like that—Seo-joon’s vision tilted.
“Ah—”
At the same moment, Yeon-woo pushed back in, the cock that had nearly slipped out plunging deep again with a firm thrust.
Lying flat on his back, Seo-joon welcomed him with open arms, watching as Yeon-woo hesitated—then slowly parted his lips to speak.
“…So it won’t leak.”
His face and neck flushed crimson, Yeon-woo managed to force out the rest, swallowing down his embarrassment.
“Keep it in… properly.”
It was the most shameless line Yeon-woo could muster, all to match his thirty-something lover’s ridiculous teasing.
And so began round two—sparked by Seo-joon’s laughter—one that lasted longer, deeper, and far more relentless than the first.
Because Cha Yeon-woo was, without a doubt, an incredibly obedient and diligent lover.
From the kitchen to the bedroom, the remnants of god-knows-what round were scattered across the night, now cloaked in darkness and quiet—as if trying to hide the heat that had passed.
“……”
Woken by thirst, Seo-joon’s eyes drifted down to the weight across his chest. Yeon-woo’s arm lay draped heavily over him, and his sleeping face was nestled partly against Seo-joon, partly into the pillow.
Seo-joon gently brushed a fingertip along Yeon-woo’s puffed cheek, flattened from the pillow, then shifted slightly, testing his condition within the cocoon of their embrace.
For something that had been that intense, the soreness wasn’t as bad as expected.
Tch, sturdy after all…
He chuckled quietly, recalling Yeon-woo’s overly dramatic fear from earlier—how he’d moaned that he’d end up all loose and ruined, never able to close up again.
Bodies aren’t that fragile, Yeon-woo.
Seo-joon carefully lifted the arm pinning him down, trying to slip away through the small opening—when Yeon-woo’s eyes suddenly flew open.
“…Lieutenant.”
“You’re awake?”
“Where are you going…?”
Seo-joon smiled sheepishly and leaned in to kiss his cheek.
“I was just thirsty. Do you want some water too?”
“…I’ll get it for you.”
Yeon-woo’s voice came out hoarse and heavy with sleep as he slowly sat up, clearly still groggy.
“There’s no need. I’ll bring it—”
But before he could finish, Yeon-woo hugged him from behind, resting his head on Seo-joon’s shoulder and mumbling softly.
“Then let’s go together… Let’s drink water together.”
With his large, clinging lover still wrapped around his back, Seo-joon walked slowly, awkwardly to the kitchen and filled a glass with water. He tilted it toward Yeon-woo, who stood quietly behind him—as if fast asleep while standing.
Only after a beat did Yeon-woo finally lift his head, eyes barely open, and began to drink slowly, sleep still clinging to his every movement. As soon as he finished, he tucked his face back into the crook of Seo-joon’s neck, letting out a warm sigh against his shoulder and nape. Seo-joon, somewhere between amused and helpless, reached up and gently patted his head.
Yeon-woo, still half-asleep, followed Seo-joon back to the bedroom. As soon as they were under the covers, he clung to him tightly—like someone afraid he might be stolen away at any moment—and fell asleep again, wrapped around Seo-joon like a human blanket.
“……”
It was a new habit of Yeon-woo’s, something that had started after the final Gate incident.
As he himself had once admitted, Cha Yeon-woo hadn’t always been a light sleeper. In fact, he used to sleep so deeply that even Seo-joon, overcome with affection and deliberately squishing both his cheeks, could barely manage to wake him.
From what he’d heard, the habit formed during the period when Seo-joon had lost his cognitive function. Back then, Seo-joon had been like a small marble—motionless one moment, then suddenly rolling off in silence, vanishing somewhere unreachable.
After nearly losing him several times within the Center, Yeon-woo’s body had adapted. His sleep grew lighter. Reflexive. Vigilant.
To Seo-joon, it was more sad than sweet.
It’ll fade with time, he thought. Yeon-woo sleeps deeply by nature—once his body feels safe again, he’ll go back to normal.
But Seo-joon’s casual optimism would quietly begin to shift… just ten days later.
“Lieutenant.”
Day 10 since returning home.
Seo-joon froze mid-movement as he tried to get out of bed. From the darkness, a pair of eyes—bright and glossy—watched him closely. Yeon-woo grabbed his arm, his voice rough and dry.
“Where are you going?”
“Uh… bathroom.”
Seo-joon replied, a bit sheepish at being caught.
“Let’s go together.”
With his hair a tousled mess like a baby bird’s nest, Yeon-woo shuffled upright and grabbed onto the hem of Seo-joon’s T-shirt, following right behind him. A few steps into the bathroom—with a grown man literally hanging off him—Seo-joon came to a stop.
“…How far exactly are you planning to follow me?”
“You said you were going to the bathroom…”
“It’s right there.”
“……”
Blink, blink.
Yeon-woo’s eyes slowly opened and closed as he stared at Seo-joon in silence. For some reason, Seo-joon suddenly lost all will to argue and just turned back, sighing quietly as he continued on.
Drip, drizzle…
As water began to run, a strong sense of this can’t be right settled in. Seo-joon glanced sideways. Yeon-woo, still clutching his shirt, stood by the bathroom door—leaning against the frame, half-asleep.
As Seo-joon flushed and moved to the sink, Yeon-woo followed again, feet dragging. While he silently washed his hands, Seo-joon finally spoke in a light tone:
“…You’re gonna stretch out the shirt, Yeon-woo.”
“Y-yeah…”
Still nodding off, Yeon-woo didn’t let go. Instead of releasing the shirt, he just shuffled even closer to Seo-joon’s side. Seo-joon finished rinsing his hands with an inexplicable heaviness in his chest.
Something’s not right.
Is this normal?
I mean… following me all the way to the bathroom? Is it really okay for a grown man to be monitored while he pees like this?
Back in bed, Yeon-woo immediately pulled him into his arms and let out a content sigh, drifting back to sleep. Seo-joon, trapped tightly in that embrace, blinked up at the ceiling in the dark.
“……”
…At this point, maybe this is a little bit of a problem?
The next morning.
Seo-joon sat at the dining table, silently watching his lover’s broad back. Yeon-woo stood at the stove in nothing but gray sweatpants, bare-chested and busy preparing breakfast.
Seo-joon got up quietly and approached him, eyes fixed on Yeon-woo’s face. Their gazes met, and Yeon-woo smiled curiously—then leaned in and gave him a soft peck on the lips.
“Sit down, Lieutenant. It’s almost done. Doesn’t it look prettier than yesterday?”
He tilted the pan proudly, showing off a plump, golden half-moon omelet sizzling gently.
Seo-joon nodded with a hum and returned to the table. Yeon-woo was smiling, cute, and somehow even more radiant than the day before. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Soon, Yeon-woo came over with plates in hand.
Crispy bacon, the omelet, a small bowl of salad, and a glass of juice were all laid out one by one. This kind of typical brunch had been part of Yeon-woo’s “dream routine”—something he’d fantasized about during their hospital stay. He’d binged cooking videos the whole time and was now testing out each recipe one at a time.
“Thanks for the meal, Yeon-woo.”
Yeon-woo sat beside him, staring a little. Seo-joon, noticing his gaze, took a big spoonful of omelet and shoved it in his mouth. Only after planting a light kiss on his puffed-out cheek did Yeon-woo finally start eating too.
“…You’ve seriously become an omelet master, Yeon-woo.”
He beamed at the compliment, eyes curving like crescents. Dinner was something they usually prepared together, but breakfast? That was always Yeon-woo’s domain. Seo-joon, a chronic late riser, simply did his part by eating everything with endless praise.
Then, right on cue—
“Yeon-woo, have you been… having trouble sleeping lately?”
Seo-joon asked the question carefully, like he was testing the waters. Yeon-woo blinked, bright as ever, and shook his head.
“Nope.”
“……”
“Why? Are you having trouble sleeping?”
Seo-joon studied his concerned expression before glancing away.
“Just wondering.”
Yeon-woo cupped Seo-joon’s cheek, gently turning his face back. Leaning in close, he examined him slowly—forehead, cheeks, neck—his large hand moving with care as he checked for a fever.
“Hm… no temperature. Are you feeling sick?”
Who’s worrying about who, here…?
Seo-joon chuckled, slipping out of Yeon-woo’s grasp. Watching Yeon-woo ramble in that soft, sweet voice helped shake off the discomfort from the night before.
Well, I mean… last night was a one-off, right?
It’s not like it happens every day. And having a half-naked Yeon-woo make him breakfast was more than enough to make a guy overlook a few oddities. Maybe he was just being paranoid.
They cleared the table, brewed coffee with a brand-new hand grinder, and quickly agreed—never again with the home café experiments.
By the time noon approached, the unease from earlier had completely vanished from Seo-joon’s mind.
Today, they were expecting results from Jeong-woo’s checkup. Seo-joon hadn’t seen him in four days due to visitation restrictions, and the anticipation was making him a little anxious.
Thinking it’d be better to head out early and wait, Seo-joon stepped into the dressing room to get ready ahead of schedule.