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Lee Dohoon, unaware of the obsession and possessiveness burning in his own gaze, turned the car around and headed straight home—with only one thing on his mind: tormenting Go Yeonwoo.
Kang Taewon had been feeling on edge lately.
He didn’t even realize it himself, but it was obvious to anyone who saw him that something was off.
One example of this was his reaction to Go Yeonwoo’s eating habits.
Go Yeonwoo shook his head after barely managing three spoonfuls of food, refusing to eat any more.
Kang Taewon glared at him viciously.
“Hey. You think you’re done eating after just that? What, planning to starve yourself to death?”
Shin Heesung, who was watching, glanced sideways at Kang Taewon.
He patted the irritable Go Yeonwoo, who insisted on not eating, and muttered,
“…Go away, Kang Taewon. You’re scaring him. That’s why he won’t eat.”
“Anyone can see that bastard Go Yeonwoo just doesn’t feel like eating.
And you’re blaming me for that?
Fuck off.
Everything always has to be my fault for you to feel satisfied, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t care. Shut up. Filthy mouth. Filthy face…”
Shin Heesung’s way of speaking was infuriating, and it wore down what little patience Kang Taewon had left.
Should I just bash that smug head of his in?
Kang Taewon glared murderously at Shin Heesung, reaching his hand out—ready to strike—when…
“Knock it off. You’re ruining my appetite.”
“…What the fuck did you just say?”
Go Yeonwoo looked at him with an obvious sneer, and Kang Taewon’s face twisted in rage.
“What’s the point of throwing punches here, huh? So what if you’re an S-Class Esper? You act more childish than a brat.”
“You must have a death wish. Should I rip apart your upper hole or your back hole—or both, huh?”
Kang Taewon leaned in close, his voice low and threatening.
His demeanor was violent enough that it wouldn’t have been surprising if he suddenly flipped the table and shoved his cock up Yeonwoo’s ass.
“What? You upset that I can’t even eat properly? Scared I’ll just drop dead after you finally found the perfect fuckhole, but the body’s too broken?”
Yeonwoo jeered, unbothered.
Kang Taewon knew full well Yeonwoo had been acting out ever since finding out about his condition.
Or rather, he was only ever this defiant with Kang Taewon.
And that drove Kang Taewon mad.
Should I just kill him right here?
His reason was hanging by a thread.
Without realizing, his fingers twitched.
He could hear the crack of joints as he tensed, fully overwhelmed by impulse.
If he just devoured that irritating little thing whole—swallowed him alive—maybe this filthy frustration would finally end.
Yeah, maybe that’s what he should do.
Swallow him whole—everything—
“If you’re so desperate to feed me, why don’t you do it, Kang Taewon? Not Shin Heesung. Maybe I’d eat a little more if it were you. How’s that sound?”
Go Yeonwoo raised a mocking corner of his mouth, clearly trying to provoke him.
“Kang Taewon can’t do that. He’s got no hands. Or feet,” Heesung snapped, glaring at Kang Taewon as he lifted a spoonful of food toward Yeonwoo again.
But Yeonwoo shook his head firmly and stared straight at Kang Taewon, still smirking.
“Then again, Heesung’s got a point. Those hands are way too expensive. I mean, he is an S-Class Esper.”
“You fucking piece of shit…”
Kang Taewon’s fury was so thick it was practically radiating from his skin.
Heesung instinctively pulled Yeonwoo close, hugging him tightly.
“Fine, bitch. You want it? I’ll feed you myself. Open your fucking mouth.”
Suddenly, Yeonwoo’s mouth was forced open and a spoon shoved inside roughly.
“Ugh—mph!”
Yeonwoo looked up at him with startled eyes, and Kang Taewon, unable to help himself, smirked.
He began stuffing food into Yeonwoo’s mouth without pause.
“Back off, Kang Taewon! I said I’d feed him!”
“Then get lost, fucker. What’s with the tantrum?”
Heesung pouted angrily but didn’t stop him.
As much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t want to interrupt now that Yeonwoo—his personal fuckhole—was eating again.
“Here. Try this too. Don’t be picky, okay?”
“I’m not eating that! Get it away—mph!”
“Yeah, that’s right. Eat more, you little shit.”
Kang Taewon, now smiling as if he hadn’t been raging seconds ago, continued force-feeding Yeonwoo until Dohoon finally returned to the room and it came to a stop.
Kim Sungchan gulped.
The pressure from behind was so intense it felt like his skull might crack.
Cold sweat dripped down his back.
He had to make physical contact for healing, but dealing with this every time made it unbearable.
And yet, the moment the guiding energy spread through his palm, an overwhelming sense of bliss hit him.
“…Haah.”
He let out a shaky breath, unable to resist the sensation.
A rough curse sounded behind him.
Even now, Kim Sungchan couldn’t fully keep his mind straight under Go Yeonwoo’s overwhelming guiding energy.
Since that first time, Sungchan had started visiting regularly to treat Yeonwoo.
In truth, he was happy to do it.
The death stares from the other Team One members were unpleasant, sure—but the chance to touch Yeonwoo outweighed the risk.
If even these S-Class Espers behind him were getting shaken by Yeonwoo’s guiding aura, what hope did the others have?
Kim Sungchan was certain: no matter the Esper, Yeonwoo could guide them all effortlessly.
Normally, for guiding to be effective, the energy wavelengths between Esper and Guide needed to align.
But Yeonwoo’s energy was so dense, so overpowering, it completely transcended compatibility.
While dragging out the healing longer than necessary, Sungchan watched as Yeonwoo slowly opened his eyes—dark, deep irises rising to meet his.
“…Why are you staring at me like that?”
His jawline was sharper than before, lending an air of fragility.
Yeonwoo had always had a nasty temperament—ready to snap like a rabid dog at anyone who so much as spoke to him—so people tended to stay away.
Still, he was so absurdly beautiful that Espers and Guides often hovered around him, even if none dared get close.
“Hah, am I not allowed to look?”
“Huh? Oh, no—you can. Look all you want.”
Kim Sungchan relaxed a little at Yeonwoo’s surprisingly mild response.
Very different from how rabid he used to be during his active Esper days.
“Shut the fuck up and do your job, dumbass.”
Kang Taewon’s growl from behind shattered the moment.
The heat of his anger pressed against Sungchan’s skin, making him flinch instinctively.
Yeonwoo let out a snort and turned away from Taewon.
“That son of a…”
“Enough.”
Han Jihyuk stopped Kang Taewon from lunging forward.
These days, Taewon reacted sharply to even the slightest provocation from Yeonwoo.
Ever since learning that Yeonwoo had given himself to Koo Hyukjoon, he’d struggled to keep his emotions in check.
Not that Dohoon and Heesung, who had stepped out, were faring any better.
Even Han Jihyuk, who never showed it outwardly, was often gripped by the urge to blow up the entire Center building.
Especially with Go Yeonwoo’s condition hanging by a thread, even the smallest things had been setting him on edge lately.
While watching Kim Sungchan’s unusually slow treatment, Han Jihyuk took out his beeper when it buzzed in his coat.
After checking the message, a deep frown formed between his brows.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
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