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Haebom reached out in a flustered panic, and Wonho didn’t miss his chance.
The hand that had been grasping at the air landed squarely on Wonho’s chest.
Even through the uniform, Haebom could feel the solid muscles underneath his palm.
And then—he could feel it.
The steady, thudding rhythm of Wonho’s heartbeat.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
What was really killing him was the shuddering sensation running down his spine.
If this kept up, he was going to—
“A-Aah…!”
In the end, Haebom couldn’t stop him.
The hand that had been pushing at Wonho’s chest was dragged downward instead.
It was the only way he could keep himself from climaxing.
Because the thought of coming just from another guy rubbing his dick between his thighs?
That was something he absolutely could not accept.
But his body, flushed and hyper-sensitive, reacted the moment his fingers brushed against himself.
His cock twitched violently under his touch.
And then, as if in defiance of his efforts, he felt that strange, inevitable sensation at the tip.
Haebom’s body shuddered.
And before he could stop it, his climax hit.
A sharp, electric thrill shot through him, from head to toe.
A wave of euphoria—followed immediately by an overwhelming sense of depletion.
At the same time, he felt it. The monstrous, dark red thing between his thighs jerking violently.
No way.
His eyes, squeezed shut in horror, fluttered open before he even realized what he was doing.
And then, he saw it.
Right in front of him.
He had never even properly looked at himself when he came, but now, he was watching another man’s climax unfold right in his face.
And then—he felt it.
The hot, sticky sensation of something splattering against his cheek.
His chin.
His lips.
The realization made him snap his eyes shut again, heart pounding in sheer disbelief.
Why the hell had he opened his eyes?
If he had just kept them closed, he wouldn’t have had to see that.
Oh, fuck.
His life was over.
Maybe he should just die.
He had survived this long—was it really worth it?
After this level of humiliation, wouldn’t it be better to just end it?
Tears welled up in his eyes.
His lips wobbled.
His face was completely scrunched up in misery, but Wonho didn’t seem to care in the slightest.
And to make things worse, the alcohol was starting to hit.
Seriously?! Now?!
Where the hell had the alcohol been hiding this whole time?!
And why was it only kicking in now?!
The sheer injustice of it made him tear up even more.
He wasn’t the type to cry easily, but today—today, the tears wouldn’t stop.
It’s not like he didn’t want it; it’s just that he was too embarrassed!
Between the post-orgasmic weakness, the alcohol, and the sheer exhaustion from the thick, overbearing guiding energy, Haebom felt himself slipping into unconsciousness.
He knew he shouldn’t fall asleep.
If he did, he had no idea what this crazy pervert might do to him.
But no matter how hard he tried, his heavy eyelids refused to lift.
“Hey. What the hell. Are you seriously passing out on me?”
Wonho’s voice was sharp and indifferent, as if they hadn’t just been tangled up in something so intense.
But beneath the cold tone, his voice was thick with heat.
Not that Haebom had the strength to call him out on it.
His body gave out, and he sank into darkness.
Wonho, staring down at him as he shivered slightly in his sleep, hesitated.
Something felt… off.
He reached out, pressing a hand just under Haebom’s nose.
He had never heard of a guide dying from guiding, but still—
Guiding energy, at its core, drew from the guide’s physical strength, stamina, and, ultimately, even their life force.
Which meant managing it properly was crucial.
For the first time, a flicker of unease crossed Wonho’s face.
But when he realized Haebom was just asleep, he exhaled sharply.
“Fuck’s sake. Seriously? You pass out after all that? And you’re not even bothered by how messy this is?”
Wonho placed his hand under Haebom’s nose and, upon confirming that he was still breathing, spoke in a voice laced with irritation.
It wasn’t Haebom’s sleeping form that annoyed him, but the fact that, for a brief moment, he had been terrified something might have happened to him.
He was irritated at himself for even feeling that fear—why should it matter to him if this guide was in trouble?
More than anything, he just wanted to leave him there and return to his room.
But the mess he had made wouldn’t let him do that.
With a sigh, he sat up and completely pulled away from Haebom.
Only then did Haebom’s body, exhausted from what he had endured, come into full view.
His memory was hazy, but he was certain those thighs had once been pale—they were now flushed red.
And that pink, limp sex between them…
Could a man’s body even look this pretty?
He caught himself thinking that and immediately shook his head furiously.
‘What the fuck am I even thinking?’
This was all Yoon Haebom’s fault for provoking him.
Wonho glared at the source of his frustration before letting out a deep sigh.
No matter who had initiated what, he was the one who had given in, so there was no point in complaining.
He needed to clean this up and get Haebom out of sight.
First thing tomorrow, he would order a bed and have it placed in the room.
The thought of Haebom sleeping on the living room sofa bothered him.
He already went out at the crack of dawn just to avoid running into him, but as an Esper with heightened senses, he could still hear even Haebom’s softest breaths from his room.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Wonho picked up his discarded underwear and clothes, hurriedly putting them on before grabbing a pack of wet wipes.
As he wiped down Haebom’s body, his brows furrowed at the familiar sensation—each time he touched him, he could feel guiding energy flowing through.
According to Jin Seyoung, this was simply a natural response due to their high compatibility rate.
Even if it irritated him, it was proof that Yoon Haebom was indeed his guide.
He still couldn’t bring himself to fully accept it, though.
“…Haa.”
After cleaning off both his and Haebom’s fluids, he discarded the now-useless shredded underwear and loosely draped a blanket over him before moving him onto the sofa.
He even remembered to turn on the heater to prevent him from catching a cold.
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