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“Hey, don’t come closer. Stay right there. No, I said—! Stop moving! Can’t you hear me?”
Filled with gratitude, Haebom moved toward Wonho, ready to guide him.
But for every step Haebom took forward, Wonho retreated.
Wonho had only come into the room thinking he might need to move some furniture around himself. He hadn’t expected… this.
No matter how much of an adult man Haebom was, to Wonho, he still looked weak and frail.
In his eyes, Haebom was on the same level as Choi Yoonseo—or maybe even weaker.
Even so, Choi Yoonseo had at least trained at the center for a year.
Haebom had only just become a guide, so there was no real comparison.
Obviously, he wouldn’t be able to move a bed, and even though the wardrobe could be taken apart, Wonho doubted he’d be able to carry that either.
Thud.
Wonho, too busy backing away from Haebom, tripped over the armrest of the sofa and fell backward.
He landed sprawled on the two-seater, sky-blue sofa.
‘Huh? What now…?’
Haebom hadn’t planned for this.
But if he helped Wonho up now, the guy would probably just run away.
He hesitated for a moment before making his decision.
Without giving Wonho a chance to react, Haebom quickly climbed on top of him.
Wrapping his arms around Wonho’s neck, he released his guiding energy.
It was a little awkward, having to lower his upper body while keeping his hips pressed against Wonho’s stomach, but it wouldn’t take long.
So it was fine.
Besides, after doing something so nice, he should at least get to do this much.
He never thought he’d voluntarily cling to another man like this, but… well, people do hug when they’re happy.
He decided to think of it that way.
“Hey…! You crazy—stop… ngh…!”
It all happened in less than a minute—Wonho retreating, Haebom climbing onto him, and then the guiding energy flowing between them.
Of course, Wonho could have pushed him off.
Even now, if he had the strength to move a bed, he could easily move Haebom, who was much lighter.
But he couldn’t.
The guiding energy flowing from Haebom into him felt too damn good.
He had already been receiving Haebom’s ambient guiding energy throughout the day, and even that had been stimulating enough to make his body react in ways he’d rather not admit.
But now, the guiding energy pouring directly into him—hot, intense, all-encompassing—was on a completely different level.
And Haebom was on top of him, pressing down with his full weight, making it even harder to endure.
His teeth clenched tightly, and his hands twitched, unable to decide whether to push Haebom off or grip onto something.
If there had been anything in his hands, it would’ve been crushed to dust by now.
Meanwhile, Haebom, completely oblivious to Wonho’s struggle, happily continued guiding him, filled with gratitude.
He could tell Wonho’s breathing was getting heavier, but that was normal.
Guiding from a highly compatible match could be extremely stimulating for espers.
Haebom knew that much from his training.
And yes, that stimulation could sometimes be… sexual.
But it wasn’t like Wonho would ever feel that kind of desire toward him.
After all, Wonho liked women—specifically, Choi Yoonseo.
And Haebom was a man.
Sure, the guiding was intense, but it wouldn’t cross that line.
That’s why he didn’t hesitate to climb on top of Wonho.
That night had been nothing more than an accident, after all.
“…Mmm.”
Still holding onto Wonho’s neck, Haebom figured that was enough.
Honestly, he wanted to do more, but if he pushed it, Wonho might ban him from guiding altogether.
So he tried to get up.
“Ack—? Huh? Wait, what? No, hold on—!”
Just as he decided to stop and pulled back, his vision suddenly flipped.
The soft, familiar fabric of his sky-blue sofa met his back.
A second ago, Wonho had been lying there.
But the moment Haebom loosened his arms, Wonho reversed their positions in an instant.
Now, Haebom was the one pinned down on the sofa.
And Wonho was completely on top of him, his face buried beside Haebom’s head, making it impossible to see his expression.
Did the guiding not work?
In the original story, Wonho had always felt pain when guided by anyone other than Choi Yoonseo.
Was it the same this time? Had Haebom forced it too much?
What if this made Wonho reject his guiding altogether?
His thoughts spun in a frantic mess.
“Hey… what’s wrong? Does it hurt? Do you feel pain when I guide you? Let me see your face.”
“…Shut up. Don’t move.”
As Haebom struggled to free himself from Wonho, who was pinning him down, Wonho let out a low, suppressed growl.
His voice was so deep and heavy that it sent shivers down Haebom’s spine.
His body trembled from the chills, and Wonho cursed under his breath in a hushed voice.
Startled, Haebom widened his eyes and decided to stop struggling.
But then, he had a sudden realization—wasn’t this dangerous?
Wonho’s body was gradually heating up, which could only mean one thing.
Could a person really get this hot?
Haebom considered asking but figured he’d just get cursed at again, so he chose to stay silent.
As soon as he completely stilled, Wonho’s tense body, which had been restraining him, seemed to loosen slightly.
But something kept brushing against his thigh, making him shift uncomfortably.
Wondering what it was, he wiggled a little and pressed his knee against it.
“Ah…! Y-you…! Are you insane?!”
The moment Haebom’s knee made contact with whatever was touching his thigh, Wonho—who had seemed like he wouldn’t budge no matter what—suddenly jerked away as if he had been electrocuted.
Haebom, left sprawled on the sofa, blinked in confusion.
Now that they were face to face, Wonho’s expression was so flustered that Haebom couldn’t even think of saying anything.
He had been worried that Wonho’s face would be twisted in pain, but instead, it was flushed a deep red.
Well, it was twisted, but not from pain—it was something else entirely.
His crimson eyes glistened ever so slightly, making him look strangely sensual… or was that just Haebom’s imagination?
At that moment, his gaze naturally dropped to where his knee had just been.
“Where the hell are you looking, you lunatic?! F*ck!”
Wonho yelled the moment he noticed Haebom’s gaze lowering.
Shocked, Haebom hiccupped.
Hic, hi—
Bang!
Before he could recover, Wonho stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard it felt like the whole house shook.
Haebom’s hiccups stopped immediately, drowned out by the sound of the door slamming shut.
Should he be grateful for that…?
“Ugh… Was that too much stimulation…?”
The last thing he had seen was burned into his vision.
What had brushed against his thigh was none other than that—Wonho’s most sensitive part.
Guiding could sometimes trigger sexual arousal, but he hadn’t expected it to be this intense.
A simple hug should have been fine… though, given that it was guiding-based physical contact, it made sense why things had gone awry.
Haebom sighed.
He felt like he was just adding more and more embarrassing moments to his personal history.
When he finally stepped out after some time, Wonho was nowhere to be found.
He didn’t bother checking the second floor—just seeing that Wonho’s shoes were missing from the entrance was enough.
Haebom hesitated for a moment before typing out a message: Sorry. I wasn’t trying to touch you there.
Then he deleted it.
Instead, he sent a short text.
[Sorry. Sleep at home tonight.]
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