Free Web NovelHeewon tangled his tongue wildly with his. Although Youngjae Kwon might have started it, the one truly desperate was Heewon. As if he had been waiting for this mistake to happen again.
Could it even be called a mistake? Neither of them was in heat now. There was no excuse to add. But even if he regretted it later, for now he just wanted to greedily suck on the lips in front of him.
With nothing else in sight, there was nothing to fear. While his nose was mercilessly crushed, their pressed lips were mashed into an ugly shape. He couldn’t tell if he was blindly sucking the upper or lower lip, but like a man possessed, he slobbered wherever he could.
“Haah, hng, ahh.”
Urgent breaths poured out repeatedly. Without a moment to catch his breath, a hot tongue surged back inside his mouth. When Youngjae grabbed the back of his neck tightly, Heewon didn’t back down, clutching Youngjae’s collar in return.
The smooth fabric of the suit jacket was crumpled in his grip. Then his hand reached out on its own, stroking the firm nape and tracing the cheek. Every time Youngjae’s resilient skin touched his fingertips, a sharp electric thrill shot through him.
Their tangled tongues fought like rivals, stirring inside each other’s mouths as if wrestling. It felt like biting with their tongues. Sliding, poking, and rubbing the damp membranes, a wet squelching sound was created each time their tongues met. The moist noise made one naturally excited.
When saliva that hadn’t been swallowed dripped down his chin, Youngjae reluctantly pulled out his tongue and slowly licked it up. The sensation was chillingly pleasurable, and Heewon grabbed his hair tightly.
With fingers curled like hooks, he roughly tangled Youngjae’s hair and pressed on his sweat-damp scalp. Each time the hair was tousled, Youngjae’s elegant pheromones seeped deep into his nasal passages. Unable to hold back the rising excitement, Heewon tilted his head again and swallowed his lips.
Lost in this frenzy of kisses, the humming vibration sounded and the lights suddenly flicked on. The sudden brightness froze them in place, lips still pressed together.
Youngjae was the first to regain composure. He released Heewon’s lower lip from his mouth and slightly tilted his head back.
“...Huh.”
Heewon let out a stunned sound. Without checking his own state, he scanned Youngjae’s face.
His hair was wildly messy, and his lips were soaked with saliva — Youngjae looked as disheveled as he did. Who had done this to them?
The answer was clear... it was all his own doing. A wave of self-disgust began to rise.
“Director Kwon. I-I'm sorry. Ah... ah... my hair, my hair, what do I do...”
Heewon didn’t know what to do, his hands just hesitated over Youngjae’s tousled hair.
“Right now... does hair even matter in this situation?”
Youngjae frowned, speaking as if exasperated. Then, pulling Heewon’s head closer by the back, he kissed him without hesitation.
Their lips parted too easily. Under the dazzling light, they could clearly see each other’s flushed cheeks and trembling lashes, but without hesitation Youngjae slipped in his tongue.
This could no longer be called a mistake. It was a clear, intentional, and irreversible choice.
Heewon quietly closed his eyes and responded to Youngjae’s pushing tongue. freёweɓnovel.com
The line had long since been crossed; it was already too late to turn back.
The male voice came through the speaker, announcing one notice after another. They said there had been a power outage issue in the district due to a transmission network problem, but it was now resolved and electricity restored.
As the second announcement was finishing, the door to the archive room clicked open and a long leg stepped out first.
Youngjae was once again dressed in his original pristine appearance. Heewon followed, likewise looking composed. From the outside, neither of them looked like anything had happened—no tie was out of place.
But no one had brought out the materials they had come for. They were returning empty-handed.
Fortunately, the hallway was completely empty of people. The tension now seemed pointless. Heewon forced himself to straighten his shoulders.
Walking silently, Youngjae suddenly stopped beside him. His dark, heavy gaze scanned Heewon up and down.
“...Why?”
Heewon worried he might have made some mistake and looked around for signs. He lowered his eyes to check his attire. There seemed to be no issue. Neat from head to toe, and pheromones well controlled.
“...Director Kwon?”
When Heewon called again, Youngjae clicked his tongue and wiped his face. Then he pulled Heewon’s arm and changed course away from the elevator.
Suddenly opening the bathroom door, Youngjae pushed Heewon inside. Holding onto the doorframe, he spoke in a warning tone.
“I’ll give you thirty minutes to cool off, then come back up.”
Heewon stared at Youngjae in confusion. It didn’t seem like he needed more rest. Maybe his expression revealed his thoughts because Youngjae fixed his gaze on Heewon’s face.
“Wash your face first.”
With those words, the bathroom door slammed shut. Left alone, Heewon didn’t understand what was going on and just touched his face. Why wash his face...?
Like in a trance, he walked toward the sink.
“Damn, what’s wrong with my face.”
Looking into the mirror, he finally understood why Youngjae had thrown him into the bathroom. His appearance was impeccable, but his cheeks were flushed as if stained with rosewater, and his heavy-lidded eyes added a strangely seductive atmosphere. If he returned to the office like this, it would certainly cause misunderstanding.
Youngjae seemed fine, but Heewon was completely different. He sighed deeply and loosened his tie.
The sound of cold water running echoed in the empty bathroom. Heewon stared at the strong flow for a long time, then unbuttoned his shirt and started washing his face. There was no point worrying about things that couldn’t be taken back. If he’d done something unbearable, he shouldn’t show it.
Back in the office, he worked as if nothing had happened. Youngjae didn’t mention the earlier incident, and Heewon didn’t bring it up either.
By five in the afternoon, the secretaries said their goodbyes one by one and left. An hour later, the internal phone rang. The blinking button indicated the call was from Director Kwon’s office.
Heewon answered calmly.
“Yes, Director Kwon.”
— Let’s leave work.
“Are you going home?”
— Yes.
After saying only that, the call abruptly ended. Heewon slowly put down the receiver. Would this all just be forgotten? Director Kwon’s attitude hadn’t changed at all.
Perhaps because of his heavy heart, even the early dismissal order didn’t feel welcome. Heewon began tidying his desk with slow movements.
“Secretary Kim, come in. I want to talk for a moment.”
Just as they were about to part at the gate, Youngjae spoke in a cold voice.
“...Yes?”
Heewon raised wide eyes and found himself watching the driver nearby.
The driver smiled as if used to this and politely greeted them before leaving the scene. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Left alone, Heewon’s heart tightened sharply. It had come. There was no way it would pass so easily.
Following Youngjae, who turned first, he stepped inside the gate. No matter how much he tried to calm himself, his heart pounded loudly.
It felt like a student being dragged into the teacher’s office. But whatever he felt, he started walking with a determined expression.
Youngjae’s house was always clean as if not a speck of dust could be found. Still, the strong pheromones in the air gave off some humanity. It meant Youngjae could relax here.
As he stood quietly in the living room, a voice came from the study.
“Secretary Kim,”
“Want something to drink?”
By the cabinet filled with liquor bottles, Youngjae asked Heewon’s preference. Without hesitation, Heewon replied.
“The strongest you have, please.”
Tulip-shaped glasses were filled with cognac. Each took a glass and settled down. They faced each other at a respectful distance.
Youngjae perched on the edge of his desk and took a sip. The silence was painful, but no one tried to start a conversation first. He wasn’t used to this kind of discomfort either, so he sighed softly.
“I guess neither of us is in our right mind, huh?”
Heewon nodded in agreement and leaned silently against the hard wall, swallowing his drink.
Everything about not getting aroused, which was clearly written in the contract, had become useless.
Could he be sure this situation wouldn’t happen again?
Director Kwon might be able to control himself, but Heewon couldn’t. Even now, just looking over Youngjae’s perfectly formed body made his palms itch. He felt like he was born flawed.
From some point on, he couldn’t suppress his instincts around Youngjae. The memories engraved on his body made Heewon even more sensitive.
“I think we’re doomed.”
