Free Web Novel“Anyway, everyone’s been treating me so well—it’s fun, it’s exciting! By the way, where is everyone else?”
“Chanha and Seungryong went to deal with government matters. Yakrin and Hoyoung went to tidy up a rift. Today it’s just the two of us heading home.”
Yohan nodded. He didn’t know what the government business was, but he could guess why they were cleaning up a rift. Tomorrow was his first rift expedition with the Little Sheep Team. They must have been checking for anything too dangerous in advance.
“Then let’s go home now!”
The two left through the underground parking lot. Wondering what to eat for dinner, they decided to cook for themselves and headed to a nearby supermarket. Normally Chanha would cast illusions to keep attention away from them, but since he wasn’t here, both of them pulled their hats low and masked up. Even so, a few people still recognized Lee Hyunmook....
Flashes went off here and there, but Hyunmook, used to it, stayed calm. Yohan’s face was also caught in a few photos, but when people checked them, they were confused—the person next to Hyunmook was swallowed in unnatural shadow, his features barely distinguishable.
After shopping, they returned home. Though still somewhat unfamiliar, the house had begun to feel lived in compared to when they had just moved in. They clumsily followed online recipes, laughing as their food turned out sloppy but tasty. They bickered over who would do the dishes until Hyunmook finally took them, while Yohan peeled fruit.
Later, fiddling with the survival bag, they settled together on the sofa to watch the news. With a faint blush, Yohan muttered,
“This is the first time I’ve really dated someone seriously. Living together too.”
“It’s my first time with this too.”
“That sounds like a lie....”
Suspicious, Yohan glanced him up and down. With a face, a body, and a personality like Hyunmook’s, it was hard to believe he’d never had a lover.
“I’m your first lover?”
“My first cute lover like you, Yohan.”
“Ahhh!”
Embarrassed, Yohan squealed and pulled away, only to shuffle back a moment later, pretending nothing happened as he leaned close again and focused on the TV. He didn’t need to pretend. A shocking headline had just appeared.
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“Looks like it.”
The government had officially dispatched high-rank Awakener Park Seungmin to Sunrise Guild, contracting him there, and announced similar benefits could be extended to other allied guilds. Yohan’s eyes widened.
“Wow. Perfect—just what failing people deserve, sticking together.”
On-screen, Go Jaewon and Park Seungmin stood side by side, smiling brightly for the cameras. Hyunmook only smiled faintly, unconcerned, showing none of the naked hatred the other Sunrise members did. Still, it bothered Yohan enough that he quickly switched channels.
“It’s just... I can’t stand looking at Park Seungmin.”
That much was true. He landed on a variety program, and the two watched together. Yohan thought suddenly: going home together, shopping, cooking, watching TV side by side... such an ordinary routine felt precious. If he felt this much after only a year in the Abyss, how much deeper must it be for someone like Hyunmook?
His nose stung with emotion. He turned, pressing it into Hyunmook’s chest. A gentle hand stroked the back of his head.
‘But... why does he smell so good?’
Unconsciously, Yohan buried his face deeper, inhaling. They both used the same body wash, yet Hyunmook’s scent was intoxicating. The closeness made his body stir, as if suddenly aware again of being in his twenties. Glancing up shyly, he saw Hyunmook had already caught on and leaned down.
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“...Nothing.”
Still mumbling, Yohan slid his hand onto Hyunmook’s thigh. Wanting to set the mood but too awkward to manage, he finally just climbed into Hyunmook’s lap in one motion.
“Um...”
But once there, he faltered, unable to follow through. They’d been together for more than half a year, but always around others. In the Abyss, they’d rarely gone beyond light kisses. Even after that one time, everything still felt new, shy, unbearably awkward.
As if reading him perfectly, Hyunmook smiled gently and pulled him closer. Looking into Yohan’s wide eyes, he asked softly,
“Will you kiss me?”
Swallowing hard, Yohan leaned forward, pressing his lips against Hyunmook’s. He felt the corners of Hyunmook’s mouth curve upward in a smile.
Caressing his lover’s stiff waist, Hyunmook traced his tongue between closed lips, slowly teasing, licking the seam. Yohan, unable to resist, parted his lips.
Hyunmook’s tongue slipped inside, not too deep, savoring only the softest parts, licking, sucking lightly. Wet sounds filled the air, and Yohan’s ears burned red.
“Mmh...”
Lost in the kiss, Yohan closed his eyes. He never noticed the way Hyunmook’s dark, heavy shadow had swallowed his own. He cared only for the warmth of his lover’s lips, pressing closer, hands rising to cling to Hyunmook’s shoulders.
So this is what kissing feels like—peaceful, warm, focused only on each other’s breath and heat. Tongues tangled, lips pressed, then parted, then playfully sucked again. Sometimes deep, almost overwhelming; sometimes light, teasing, licking over and over.
As the long kiss went on, Yohan’s body heated. The laughter of the variety show audience faded far away. Hyunmook’s hand stroked down from shoulder to waist, then forward. Yohan flinched.
Even as they kissed, Hyunmook unbuckled his pants. Lips brushed his cheek, ear, neck, as the zipper slid down. Yohan trembled, watching the hand descend, swallowing nervously.
With one arm, Hyunmook lifted him slightly, stripping away pants and underwear. As their mouths stayed locked, Hyunmook’s hand closed softly around the desperate hardness in his lap. Yohan froze, breathless, clinging closer.
“Hyunmook, hyung, I like it... I love you.”
Awkwardly imitating, Yohan pressed kisses along Hyunmook’s face and neck. When Hyunmook’s hand began to move, he buried his face in his lover’s shoulder, feet drumming the floor. That hand—unscarred despite years in the Abyss—rubbed him with firm, steady pressure.
“Ah, ah...”
Panting, Yohan gasped with pleasure, begging silently for more. Then suddenly the hand stopped. He whimpered.
“...Why?”
Hyunmook chuckled at Yohan’s desperate thighs rubbing against him. With tender eyes, he said,
“I want to watch you do it yourself.”
“M-myself...?”
Yohan flushed scarlet. Watch him... touch himself? But wasn’t he already using Hyunmook’s hand? Embarrassed, hesitant, yet craving, Yohan moved his hips, grinding against Hyunmook’s palm.
“Yes, like that... good.”
Encouraging him softly, Hyunmook soothed him with every word. Moaning, Yohan thrust again and again into that hand, tip brushing his lover’s stomach. Tears pricked from sheer mortification, but shame turned quickly into sharper arousal, climax rushing.
“Ah...!”
His body went rigid, then spilled hotly across Hyunmook’s abdomen and palm. Panicking, Yohan fumbled for tissues, trying to rise—until Hyunmook pulled him down onto the sofa.
“Where are you going, Yohan?”
“I-I just need to clean—ah! No!”
He cried out as Hyunmook licked the mess from his own palm. Grabbing his wrist to stop him, Yohan stared, horrified, but Hyunmook only smiled, eyes curling gently as his shadow loomed.
“It’s fine. We’ll be getting much dirtier anyway.”
