The heat that had filled the room reached a temporary lull.
Only the sound of heavy panting echoed through the air as hearts pounded fiercely.
There wasn’t enough strength left to even lift a finger.
Suhyeon lay sprawled on the bed, his eyes blinking vacantly.
Between the scent of musk and the refreshing chill of the room, a sweet aroma shimmered.
At some point, his guiding waves had completely unraveled, flowing out uncontrollably.
“Haa…….”
Suhyeon couldn’t even think about pulling them back; he just breathed raggedly.
He felt like he might faint at any moment.
To top it off, his lower abdomen throbbed with pain.
“Suhyeon.”
Hajin pulled Suhyeon into his arms, seemingly untired.
Suhyeon could feel the warmth of Hajin’s bare, radiant skin.
Even in the dark room, Hajin’s eyes glowed brightly, containing only Suhyeon.
It was hard to see clearly in the gloom, but Hajin seemed to be wearing a flush of his own.
He showered Suhyeon’s entire body with kisses before whispering.
“I love you.”
Gently tucked into that confession was a flickering… desire?
Feeling a sudden sense of foreboding, Suhyeon forced his unmoving neck to turn.
Hajin’s eyes curved beautifully.
He looked like a captivating beast enticing its prey right before the hunt.
The sound of plastic rustling reached his ears.
Suhyeon’s gaze shifted creakily toward Hajin’s hand.
His light brown eyes, melted with exhaustion and fatigue, shook and widened.
“……I can’t, I can’t do any more.”
A stuttering voice, sounding almost terrified, escaped him.
In Hajin’s hand were several plastic wrappers containing condoms.
Hajin casually peeled off the used condom—filled with a thick, white fluid—and tossed it lightly into the trash can.
Rip—
The sound of a new wrapper being torn and Hajin grabbing Suhyeon’s struggling ankles happened simultaneously.
Those blue eyes, flickering darkly with desire meant only for Suhyeon, curved into an arc once more.
His eyes darkened to the point of appearing black as they took in Suhyeon’s pale, naked form.
“I told you that you would regret it.”
The low voice, drenched in greed, was the signal fire for the start of another round.
I might have made… a slight mistake in my choice.
Suhyeon thought to himself with a dejected expression.
It was a regret that came far too late.
When he opened his eyes, it was morning.
Suhyeon blinked.
The light seeping through the slightly parted curtains was unmistakably morning sunlight.
The sound of birds chirping could be heard from outside the window.
Feeling as though his memory had been chopped into pieces, Suhyeon stared blankly at the ceiling before pushing himself up from the bed.
Or rather, he tried to.
“Ugh,”
An instinctive groan escaped him.
His lower abdomen throbbed.
As he lay groaning in bed from a pain that felt as if someone was punching him from the inside, the memories of yesterday flashed through his mind like a panorama.
Specifically, his first time with Hajin.
—That, stop it now—.
—Suhyeon, I love you.
—No, wait, hngh……!
—I like you, Suhyeon.
From the time the sun was in the middle of the sky until it vanished completely, Suhyeon’s face began to turn red as he recalled himself crying at the heat and pleasure Hajin provided while pouring words of affection into his ear.
—Hngh, Hajin, Hajin…….
—Yes, Suhyeon. Haa…….
To make matters worse, scenes of the act—where he had pleaded and cried and clung to Hajin until he lost his mind—came back vividly.
If he had collapsed as if fainting, it would have been fine for these things to just vanish from his memory.
He was a proper adult, and above all, it wasn’t his first time having a relationship with someone, yet why was he so embarrassed?
A delayed sense of shame rushed over him, enough to make him briefly forget the pain.
Suhyeon buried his burning face directly into his pillow.
However, his now-clearer mind showed him no mercy, reminding him that the start of all this was merely “guiding practice.”
It was driving him crazy.
Well, of course, the desire to do it with Hajin had been peaking its head out lately, but still…….
“Are you awake?”
Hajin’s voice pierced through Suhyeon’s ears as he sat there, defeated by the messy memories of yesterday.
Almost simultaneously, Hajin wrapped his arms around Suhyeon’s body, which was bundled in the duvet.
Suhyeon, who hadn’t heard him approach, flinched without lifting his face.
Smooch.
A light kiss landed on his ear, as if Hajin had noticed how much it was burning along with his face.
As Suhyeon carefully turned his body—which felt like he’d been through a grueling workout where every inch ached—he saw Hajin wearing a relaxed smile.
Unlike Suhyeon, who had slept as if he were dead, Hajin was already wearing a robe as if he had been up for quite a while.
The faint scent of coffee lingered on his breath.
“I was worried because you wouldn’t wake up.”
Suhyeon stared blankly at the perfectly fine-looking Hajin, who lightly pressed his lips to Suhyeon’s forehead.
It seemed an Esper’s stamina really was on another level.
He felt like they had been at it until the very moment he passed out, yet Hajin, who had survived all that and looked perfectly normal, seemed miraculous.
It took a half-beat longer for him to remember that the person responsible for his current state—aching all over and feeling as if every drop of energy had been sucked out—was none other than the man right in front of him.
Of course, once he remembered that, his eyes naturally narrowed, but Hajin was faster.
As Suhyeon blinked and looked up at the approaching Hajin, his vision suddenly soared.
Suhyeon reflexively grabbed onto Hajin, and Hajin, lifting him up along with the duvet, stroded out of the room.
Down on the first floor, Hajin sat Suhyeon down on a dining chair.
While Suhyeon was still disoriented, Hajin gently slid the duvet off him and put a robe on him instead.
Soon, a breakfast of salad and coffee was served.
“Is it very difficult for you?”
The question came just as Suhyeon, who had been picking at his food with a fork, was starting to regain his senses.
Looking up, he saw Hajin sitting across from him, gazing at him intently.
Suhyeon didn’t bother denying it.
He felt like all the strength had left his body, and he was aching everywhere.
Still, since he could feel Hajin’s blue eyes—which had been flickering with desire last night—now looking at him tentatively,
“……It was good.”
He answered, his pale cheeks flushing slightly.
Overdoing it was overdoing it, and the pain was pain, but it was the truth.
Suhyeon felt his ears turning red again.
The night with Hajin was good.
It felt like they had shared a much deeper emotion within their everyday lives where light affection usually simmered.
……Even though it was a little, no, quite a lot, of hard work.
He saw the blue gaze directed at him shake before settling into peaceful relief.
“……I’m glad.”
Hajin also seemed to have some embarrassment left in him, as he looked away and replied softly.
“……I, too, liked it.”
Suhyeon just toyed with the innocent salad with his fork.
The flush on his pale face deepened.
The soft, quiet morning air tickled the couple who had just moved one step forward.
After that major event, while Suhyeon groaned through his muscle pain, their short vacation came to an end.
After the break, though they occasionally blushed, they dutifully returned to their original purpose and practiced guiding whenever Hajin had time.
To be precise, every time Hajin lost his focus and tried to pull him into sweet, private moments, Suhyeon would grab him by the collar and force the practice.
Days passed where Hajin would try to “devour” Suhyeon only to be flatly rejected, and other days where Suhyeon, unable to resist his instincts, would fall for Hajin’s charms and end up groaning while clutching his waist.
It took about a month for Suhyeon to get a proper feel for guiding to the point where he could do it even without thinking.
He also spent a few weeks attending the basic gate response training that guides are required to take by the Association.
During that time, he spent moments with Ian, who approached him tentatively, and consistently received core check-ups from Yihan.
Just as Suhyeon was starting to blend into the life of a gifted person,
—Suhyeon-kun, are you with Hajin-kun right now?
An urgent phone call came from the Association President.
—I’m calling you because Hajin-kun’s phone is turned off. Is it possible for you to come to the Association right away? If you are far away, I’ll send a movement Esper.
Behind the somewhat hurried President, a lot of chaotic noise could be heard.
Suhyeon blinked for a moment with the phone to his ear before turning his head toward Hajin.
Having just returned from work in the morning, Hajin was hugging Suhyeon and nuzzling his lips against his neck.
Hearing the contents of the call, Hajin’s blue eyes narrowed in a frown.
