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The moment Yohan was caught in that strong grip, he was instantly pulled into a solid, searing warmth. Before he knew it, he was lying on the soft mattress, his back against Lee Hyunmook’s chest. He jolted in surprise.
“You weren’t asleep!”
“...I never said I was.”
Hyunmook’s voice carried a faint note of amusement. Living together had taught Yohan that he was, unexpectedly, quite fond of teasing.
“Of course you couldn’t talk if you were asleep!”
“Yohan, don’t be so sure. In the Abyss, nothing’s impossible.”
...Wait, really? Could you talk while sleeping? Yohan mulled it over seriously—until he ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) realized he was being toyed with. His face flushed, but he couldn’t think of a retort. Hyunmook patted him lightly, treating him like a child.
“You were scared because of Hoyoung.”
“Uh, for the record—Seungryong-hyung, and you too—everyone seems to forget, but I’m twenty-three years old.”
It wasn’t just that Hyunmook and Seungryong kept him out of dangerous situations; they also fussed over him in all sorts of ways. And Yohan had the constant feeling that they saw him as much younger than he was. Maybe it was because, unlike them, he’d never had much of a social life before.
“Mhm, twenty-three.”
Even now, when he stated his age, Hyunmook gave him a look that made him feel as if he were being gently interrogated. Yohan shrank under the gaze.
“...Well, yes, Mr. Joo Hoyoung is scary, I’ll admit.”
He sighed inwardly. Maybe it was natural they treated him like a kid. Hyunmook and Seungryong carried the kind of seasoned skill that came from spending three long years surviving in the Abyss.
...Maybe if he could bring Joo Hoyoung over to their side, they’d finally stop treating him like the baby of the group.
“Yeah. It’s okay to be scared. I’ll keep watch over you, so just go to sleep now.”
“Good night...”
For the second time that night, Yohan closed his eyes. This time, there was no ominous gaze, no chilling whispers—he felt more at ease.
...But comfort brought its own problems.
Instead of relaxing, his body went stiff. He was too aware of the person lying right behind him. Hyunmook’s body was always warm—almost hot—whenever they touched. Now, that heat seeped into his back in steady waves. Yohan kept telling himself: ƒreewebɳovel.com
This is fan admiration. It’s fan admiration. Just fan admiration... ...Although, come to think of it, was I always okay with both women and men?
He remembered that every time they’d kissed, he’d never disliked it. No—he’d liked it. More than liked it. He was pretty sure anything more wouldn’t feel any different... or maybe it would feel better.
Before he knew it, he was imagining it. With him. And the thought didn’t feel impossible—it felt entirely, dangerously possible.
Trying to ignore Hyunmook was only leading Yohan to discover new things about himself. And now, as he tried to fall asleep again, the steady breath on his ear and the back of his neck began to tickle, sending heat flooding into his ears. His gaze dropped involuntarily, and he squeezed his eyes shut again.
...Come to think of it, he hadn’t touched himself once since falling into the Abyss. Maybe he was just going stir-crazy from pent-up desire.
“Mr. Lee Hyunmook. I’m not scared anymore. I’ll go back to my spot to sleep, so you can rest comfortably...”
Trying to sound casual, Yohan started to get up—only for Hyunmook’s words to hit the back of his head like a blow.
“Yohan... should I keep pretending I don’t notice?”
Yohan’s heart leapt, then plummeted. He knows! He knows, damn it! He was about to nod furiously in silent desperation when the next words landed like another shock.
“Or should I pretend I do?”
That one left him completely unable to think. Was this a dream? A dirty dream? How could someone like Hyunmook say something like that to him? But everything felt far too real.
Half-sitting in an awkward crouch, Yohan broke into a nervous sweat, his face heating more and more.
The right answer was obvious: pretend you don’t. But an irrational, burning want surged up. He couldn’t even hide behind the excuse of fan admiration anymore. Biting his lip, he forced out a trembling question.
“If you... pretend you do... then what happens?”
“You just lie back down.”
His voice was low and gentle. With damp palms clutching at the mattress, Yohan slowly eased himself back down, unable to look Hyunmook in the face. He mumbled, voice unsteady,
“T-then... please... pretend you do.”
Just saying it left him breathless. Maybe he should have said don’t. He was already regretting it when Hyunmook’s hand came to rest lightly on his stomach.
“If you don’t like it, tell me right away.”
“Y-yeah...”
His voice trembled like a goat’s bleat. Hyunmook pulled him closer, and as Yohan froze stiff in his arms, the hand on his stomach began to rub slowly, soothingly—like a warm hand easing a stomachache. Yohan’s tension loosened, and then the hand slid lower.
“A-ah...!”
The surprised sound escaped before Yohan could stop it. The sensation of a hand slipping inside his sweatpants felt unreal. He’d never been touched there by anyone before; his heart pounded so hard he could hear it in his ears.
The touch over his pubic bone was sinfully gentle. Then the hand went deeper, brushing over his half-hard length, and a shiver shot through him. Before he knew it, Hyunmook’s large, firm grip had him completely enclosed.
It was strange, hot, and overwhelming. Heat rushed to his eyes, and his lips went dry enough for him to wet them without thinking. Just one touch and he already felt like he might die. But Hyunmook didn’t move—almost as if waiting to see if Yohan would say stop. Yohan fought to keep his hips from jerking upward, and when he succeeded, Hyunmook’s voice came, praising him.
“Good. I’ll keep going.”
How could such a coaxing tone sound this good?
The hand began to move—firm enough to feel perfect, sliding up and down. The sensation was so good it sent goosebumps racing up his skin. It was sweeter than anything—sweeter even than the fruit bingsu from earlier—making his mouth water. He swallowed hard and instinctively curled his legs, twisting his hips toward that hot palm.
“Mmnh... uhhn...”
He bit back the urge to move more, groaning quietly. The fabric-on-skin friction was loud, and as pre-cum began to leak, it turned into something wetter, filthier.
Yohan pressed a hand over his mouth to stifle his voice, but his breath came fast and heavy between his fingers. His whole body felt like it was melting, shame smothered by sheer pleasure.
The head and shaft slid between Hyunmook’s fingers with delicious pressure. As the pace quickened, Yohan’s hips twitched helplessly. His thoughts shattered into fragments. Muscles in his thighs and hips tightened hard, and before long, he tumbled headlong into a blinding climax.
“Hh—hahh...!”
The breath he’d been holding came out in ragged gasps. His body, stiff with tension, loosened slowly in the afterglow. It wasn’t until Hyunmook wiped his hand clean of the mess that Yohan came back to himself. He scrambled up, flustered.
“Mr. Lee Hyunmook! I’m sorry, I—uh—where did I put something to wipe—”
“It’s fine. I already cleaned up.”
Yohan’s face burned even hotter. He purified Hyunmook’s already-clean hand without thinking—only then realizing bodily fluids weren’t something purification worked on. Hyunmook, unbothered, gently pushed him back down.
“You didn’t dislike it, right?”
“Of course not...”
If anything, it was the best thing he’d ever felt—better than best. It felt unreal, his legs still weak.
Curled under the blanket, Yohan glanced at Hyunmook... and froze. His eyes dropped lower and found, to his shock, that Hyunmook didn’t look aroused at all.
The realization—that he was the only one panting like an animal in heat—doubled his embarrassment. After hesitating, he asked carefully,
“Um... should I... do you, too?”
“No.”
The quick answer left him reeling. The rejection stung more than he’d expected, and he fumbled, speaking without thinking.
“R-right. I just... it felt unfair if I was the only one, so I thought—”
“Yohan, you really don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine.”
Hyunmook’s hand pressed him down firmly again. Yohan opened his mouth to say more, then just burrowed into the blanket instead.
“Then... I’ll sleep now.”
“Alright. I’m really fine, so don’t think about it.”
His voice was calm and steady, just like always. But Yohan couldn’t feel fine. Not at all.
...Why? He couldn’t pinpoint it—whether it was because he still hadn’t cooled down, or because the reason bothered him so much. Sleep came only after a long while, and by then he realized:
The thought that Hyunmook had done it only because he was a valuable purifier—and not out of desire—was what hurt the most. His lack of arousal, his curt refusal—both felt like proof.
...Maybe I should have told him to pretend he didn’t know.
The regret sat heavy, and Yohan sighed quietly into the dark.
