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To Haebom, who was already fixated on guiding Wonho, this was a golden opportunity.
It was something he would never have done if he were sober.
He had imagined guiding Wonho like this a few times before, but the thought had never seemed realistic.
They weren’t close enough for that.
And it wasn’t like he had ever embraced another man this way before.
Not that he had ever embraced a woman, either.
But when he imagined things, it was always with a woman—because that was normal.
But his alcohol-fogged brain didn’t care about any of that.
“Let go…! Fuck, I said let go!”
Even as Wonho cursed, Haebom’s hand remained locked around his.
With his other arm, he wrapped it around Wonho’s neck, pulling him closer.
Then, pressing against him, he poured even more guiding energy into his body.
He could feel the energy flowing from him into Wonho, transferring completely.
That alone made him feel accomplished.
Combined with the alcohol, his mood soared.
The happier he felt, the denser his guiding energy became.
Unfortunately, the one experiencing this firsthand wasn’t Haebom—it was Wonho.
“Shit… Hey… tone it down a little!”
Despite his gruff tone, Wonho wasn’t the one clinging on—it was Haebom.
No, that wasn’t right.
It was Wonho who had instinctively wrapped an arm around Haebom’s waist, pulling him in completely.
His body wanted as much contact as possible, widening every point of connection.
“…Huh?”
By the time they realized, they were practically merged together on the living room floor.
The more their bodies pressed against each other, the more Haebom noticed something… strange.
Something firm was pressing against his thigh.
And worse, it felt like it was getting bigger.
At first, he thought maybe Wonho had something in his pocket.
So, in an attempt to help, he moved his hand from Wonho’s neck downward.
Too lost in the guiding-induced haze, Wonho didn’t even register what was happening—until he suddenly did.
“H-Huh? Wonho, this isn’t coming out.”
“Fuck… Shit… Are you serious? You…”
Wonho couldn’t care less about how weirdly Haebom was saying his name.
Because Haebom’s hand—which was supposed to be around his neck—was now gripping his left thigh.
No.
Not his thigh.
His crotch.
Haebom’s fingers were resting directly over his hardening length.
“This…”
Wonho cursed under his breath, but he couldn’t move away.
He couldn’t shove Haebom’s hand aside.
99.99% compatibility.
A guide with such a perfect match could completely wreck an esper.
And Wonho’s body—his very core—was losing control, demanding even more.
Just like his eyes were now locked onto Haebom’s parted lips.
His body didn’t remember much, but it remembered that.
“Fuck… You started this, Yoon Haebom.”
It was the first time Wonho had ever said Haebom’s name aloud.
Haebom, startled, lifted his head—just as Wonho devoured his lips.
A searing heat.
A soft, pliant texture.
Haebom gasped, too shocked to react.
But Wonho, fully awakened now, wasn’t about to back off.
The fingers tangled together squeezed tighter.
The same happened with their tongues, deepening, curling, tangling in a way far more sinful than just their hands.
“Mmfh…!”
Haebom’s breath hitched, his mind growing hazier.
He felt like he was floating, as if the alcohol had intensified tenfold.
Was it the liquor?
Or something else entirely?
He barely had the capacity to process it.
With his lips forcibly parted, the warmth of another’s tongue invaded, sweeping through.
Haebom had never kissed before.
Never learned how to breathe through it.
Never imagined this.
Even if he were sober, he doubted he’d know what to do.
But drunk like this, breathless and lightheaded, all he could do was gasp for air.
As he thrashed weakly, Wonho finally pulled back.
“What… What the hell are you—”
“Fuck. You’re taking responsibility, Yoon Haebom.”
“…What?”
The moment their lips parted, Haebom thought it was finally over.
But when he met Wonho’s gaze, he realized it wasn’t.
He still hadn’t heard the reason why Wonho had been avoiding him all this time, but somehow, he felt like he knew.
Wonho’s eyes looked both unjustly wronged and as if they were burning up.
The problem was, whether it was because of the alcohol or something else, Haebom found it difficult to look away.
His mind was blaring warning signals, yet his body refused to move.
Even as an Esper, Haebom should have had more than enough strength to push Wonho away.
And yet, he couldn’t.
The heat radiating from Wonho’s gaze was something he could feel just as vividly through his palm.
No—he could feel something even hotter than his gaze.
It was exactly what Haebom’s hand had landed on.
He had initially wondered why Wonho was walking around with something like a water bottle in his pocket, but then he realized that wasn’t it.
When he absentmindedly thought about taking it out because it seemed uncomfortable, he immediately realized what a crazy thought that was.
“Stay still.”
The moment Haebom tried to pull his hand away, Wonho growled.
While Haebom was still frozen in place, not knowing what to do, Wonho’s lips moved past his chin and landed precisely on the nape of his neck.
Every time Wonho spoke or breathed, his hot breath tickled Haebom’s skin.
On top of that, the growling demand to “stay still” sent a wave of fear through him, making him feel as if his neck was about to be bitten.
Sensing Haebom’s fear, his guiding energy weakened. Wonho, as if soothing him, began to languidly lick down the curve of his nape.
At the same time, Wonho started rubbing himself against Haebom’s hand.
There should have been layers of clothing between them—his uniform, his underwear—but for some reason, Haebom felt like he was touching Wonho’s bare skin.
Never in his life had he imagined something like this would happen.
Even after becoming Wonho’s Guide, it had never crossed his mind.
For a man—no, for anyone—to feel sexual desire for him…?
Of course, he had read in novels that Espers could experience sexual desire for their Guides.
But wasn’t that always between a man and a woman?
On top of that, the person Wonho had originally been interested in was also a woman.
Naturally, Haebom had assumed Wonho would never feel that kind of desire for him, no matter how high their compatibility rate was.
“Uh, hey, this… this isn’t right. Ugh, stop licking me! Wonho…!”
‘The hell does he mean it’s not right?’
Wonho ignored Haebom’s protests, annoyed by the nonsense.
After all, who had provoked whom first?
“Ah…! It hurts…!”
Instead of answering, Wonho sank his teeth into Haebom’s pale neck.
The delicate Guide’s skin broke easily under the Esper’s bite, leaving behind crimson marks.
Blood welled up, and Wonho licked it away, savoring the taste.
He could clearly taste the metallic tang of blood in his mouth, yet for some reason, it felt sweet.
He hadn’t meant to bite that hard.
He hadn’t expected it to draw blood.
Haebom, already frightened, now felt pain as well, and his eyes welled up with tears that trickled down his cheeks.
But even in this state, Wonho couldn’t let go.
The Esper, driven by instinct, craved more.
He wanted to take everything.
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