Chapter 78
Yeonho walked alone down the second-floor corridor, starting with the left wing because Gyeongjae was staying there. Three of the men were in this hallway, and the other two were in the opposite wing.
Tall walls stretched on either side, crowded with paintings and framed family photographs of the Choi family. His face appeared in none of them.
Not a single frame showed even a trace of him, and the family looked perfect without him in the picture.
The sting in his chest was faint, barely more than a pinprick. He never wanted to expect love in return from them anyway.
Or maybe he did, deep down, in a place he refused to look.
'Focus. You're not here for family pictures.'
He stopped at the first door and opened it.
Min-Hyuk lay sprawled across the bed, chest heaving, his face flushed red and his skin slick with sweat. Yeonho crossed the room in a few quick strides and climbed onto the mattress beside him.
"Look at you. Damn it." He wiped Min-Hyuk's face with his sleeve and tied back the red hair that clung to his cheeks.
The warm touch seemed to settle something in Min-Hyuk. His unfocused eyes found Yeonho, and recognition flickered across his face. "Yeonho... where am I? My body... fuck."
"I know, I know. Stay still. I'll do something about it."
Yeonho dragged the bag to his side and pulled out a medical kit. Inside were five syringes, all from Jeungmin. He asked for a dose strong enough to fight any aphrodisiac, knowing Hana's disgusting plan wouldn't hold back.
Min-Hyuk reached out and tried to pull him closer, but Yeonho planted a hand on his forehead and pushed him back onto the pillow. "Stop moving. I'm giving you something so you'll feel better."
The needle slid into Min-Hyuk's forearm, and Yeonho pressed the plunger down.
After fifteen seconds, the effect arrived, and Min-Hyuk's ragged panting slowed.
Reaching up, Min-Hyuk caught both of Yeonho's hands, pressing them against his own cheeks.
"Yeonho... what happened to me?" Min-Hyuk murmured, his voice husky despite the drug receding. "Come here... you're so warm... let me touch you..."
The drug was fading, but he was clearly still high.
Yeonho sighed, and Min-Hyuk slowly sat up.
"What's with that look? Are you mad at me?" Min-Hyuk shook his head, trying to clear the dizzy haze. "Ah... my head is spinning."
"You're dizzy, but at least your pulse is stabilizing," Yeonho noted, checking his wrist. "Stay in bed and sleep it off."
Yeonho turned to stand, but a hand closed over his shoulder.
"Who said I'm calming down?" Min-Hyuk's voice dropped low and rough. "Can't you see how hard I am?"
Before Yeonho could answer, he was pushed down onto the sheets, Min-Hyuk hovering over him.
Warm fingers dragged the knitted sweater up and tossed it aside, leaving his chest bare.
Min-Hyuk leaned down, burying his face into the side of Yeonho's neck.
He pressed his lips hard against the skin, sucking aggressively over the faint, pale marks Yejun had left behind, determined to erase every trace of another man's touch.
Yeonho yelped at the sudden bite."Stop it... now's not the time... ah."
"That guy." The words came out in a growl against his throat. "How dare he put these marks on you." He sucked harder, until the skin turned a deep purple.
"W-wait. Mmph. Min-Hyuk, hold on—"
Satisfied with his work, Min-Hyuk grinned, then captured Yeonho's mouth in a hungry, devouring kiss.
For a brief second, Yeonho's mind went soft under the rhythm, but common sense quickly returned.
He pressed both hands against Min-Hyuk's heavy shoulders, forcing their mouths apart.
He panted, catching his breath as his eyes adjusted to Min-Hyuk's dark gaze.
"You idiot," Yeonho huffed out. "I need to help the others. Go take care of it yourself."
"But I'm dying here..." Min-Hyuk groaned, dropping his forehead down onto Yeonho's collarbone. "My dick hurts so bad, babe... help me out."
"No. I have to go."
"Pretty please?" Min-Hyuk murmured, pressing small, desperate kisses along Yeonho's jaw and cheek.
Yeonho's resolve wobbled. Seeing this usually confident, dominant model acting so completely helpless was dangerously cute.
Even while out of his mind on drugs, Min-Hyuk was desperately holding back from forcing him.
Grinding his hips down, Min-Hyuk pressed the heavy length of his erection through his trousers against Yeonho's thighs, the damp fabric creating unbearable friction.
"I'm going to lose my mind... fuck," Min-Hyuk's lust was rising. "I want to cum. Yeonho, don't do me like this."
"Ngh... Stop it. You're going to make me hard too, you dummy. " Yeonho muttered, his voice dipping as the grinding continued. "Stop rubbing... ah."
"I can't... I want to feel good." His hands slid down Yeonho's sides and gripped his hips, pulling him into every roll until a ragged sound escaped them both.
"Idiot... Stop that. Ah.."
Min-Hyuk stopped for a moment, licking on Yeonho's face. "I want to be inside you. Ha... Yeonho. Don't make it hard for me, babe. Please."
"You're cute when you beg."
"Yeah?" Min-Hyuk let out a breathy chuckle. "You like it when I act pathetic for you?"
Yeonho nodded, biting his lip to hold back a wicked giggle, Min-Hyuk offered a faint, crooked smile in return.
"Then, please, let me fuck you." Min-Hyuk whispered, nudging his hips forward. "I'll make you feel good, so please help this poor man, will ya?"
The temptation was undeniably thrilling, making Yeonho's own body hum with arousal, but he forced himself to draw the line.
"Nice try but that's not going to work, Min-Hyuk."
"Come on. Just say yes... I'm suffering here."
"No. I warned you about the rice wine. I told you Hana drugged it, and you didn't listen."
Min-Hyuk went quiet, the mention of Hana's name acting like a splash of cold water over his feverish state as the reality of what she had done sank in.
Yeonho used the stillness to slip out from under him. He didn't want to waste another second, and he certainly didn't want to slide into something he couldn't stop.
"Calm yourself down, okay? I'm leaving."
He pulled his sweater back on and headed for the door.
"Wait! Yeonho!"
The door clicked shut.
Alone in the room, Min-Hyuk stared at the door way. "Fuck. He actually left me behind."
He pulled the tie from his red hair, set it on the bedside table, and dragged himself to the bathroom, where he turned the shower to ice cold and stood under it until his nerves quieted.
Seungjo sat on the edge of the bed in the next room, face buried in his hands, shoulders rigid and knuckles white as if he were fighting the heat crawling under his skin.
The moment the door closed behind Yeonho, Seungjo's head snapped up. He crossed the room in a few huge strides, and Yeonho backed away until his spine hit the door.
"Uh, hi..." Yeonho offered carefully.
BAM.
Seungjo's fist slammed into the wood beside Yeonho's head, boxing him in.
"Why are you here? What did you do to me? Is this another one of your pathetic stunts?"
"Okay, relax. I'm not trying to get on your nerves."
Seungjo was furious and suspicious, but his hazy eyes kept slipping to Yeonho's lips while he spoke. The lip was moist and look like someone had just suck on it.
Arguing with him would take too long, and Yeonho still had three more men to reach.
"I didn't do anything. I'm trying to help you. Consider this me returning the favor for getting me out of that stall earlier."
He pushed against Seungjo's chest, then caught his wrist and lead him toward the bed. They sat down, and Yeonho pulled out another syringe, rubbing Seungjo's forearm to find a vein. Seungjo watched in silence as Yeonho worked, his face intent.
"Is it okay if I inject this? It's a dose to calm you down from the drug."
"Drug? What drug? Did you drug me?"
"I told you, I didn't do anything. But yes, it's a drug, and not just any drug. It's an aphrodisiac."
"Aphrodisiac," Seungjo repeated slowly.
"Yes. So, is it okay? I'm asking because I know you hate it when I touch you."
Seungjo didn't answer.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Yeonho slid the needle in, then packed the empty syringe back into the kit.
"There. You should start feeling better soon," Yeonho said, closing the kit. "If you still feel off, just jerk off. You look fine, and you're holding back well. I'll go help Gyeongjae and the other two."
As Yeonho moved, his hair wig shifted uncomfortably against his scalp. The synthetic hair and heavy makeup were beginning to itch horribly from all the sweat he had built up since leaving the restaurant.
"Mind if I use your bathroom for a second? I need to wash my face."
Without waiting for an answer, Yeonho walked into the private bathroom. He stripped off the itchy wig and thoroughly washed away the heavy layers of concealer, letting the cool water soothe his skin.
He stepped back out looking completely natural, his long, silky blonde hair falling past his shoulders, his bare face clean and radiant.
Seungjo stood near the foot of the bed, completely motionless, watching him walk out.
Yeonho paused, noticing the unreadable look in Seungjo's eyes.
'Why is he looking at me like that?'
He thought, feeling a sudden prickle of awkwardness.
"Was it Hana?" Seungjo's voice sounded strange.
"Yeah..." Yeonho hesitated, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I... I have to go now. Gyeongjae is still waiting."
Normally Seungjo would be furious, scolding him or throwing cold accusations, but he did nothing of the sort.
Just as Yeonho thought it couldn't get weirder, a hand caught his wrist and turned him around.
"What? Is something wrong?"
Seungjo's gaze never left his neck. He said nothing.
"Hey. Are you listening to me?" Yeonho nudged his arm. "You're acting really weird. Is the medicine making you lightheaded? Hello?"
Slowly, Seungjo's thick fingers reached up, his thumb brushing over the bruised skin along Yeonho's neck.
A sharp shudder ran down Yeonho's spine at the unexpected contact.
"This is new. Who made these?"
"What...?" Yeonho blinked, thrown off by the question. He couldn't understand why he was asking about the hickeys.
"I said, who made these?"
"Min... Min-Hyuk. Hngh—" A sound slipped out before he could stop it.
Seungjo's thumb pressed hard against the side of his neck, tracing a slow circle, and Yeonho squirmed on his feet.
"Wait. Seungjo, don't press there. It tingles."
Noticing the subtle flush rising on Yeonho's cheeks, Seungjo didn't stop. He pressed deeper into the delicate skin.
"Hngh... I'm sensitive there. Stop."
Hearing the faint moan escape Yeonho's throat, Seungjo leaned in closer, his eyes darkening with unspoken meaning.
Yeonhoglanced down andrealized that Seungjo was hard.
"Do you want my help? You're hard."
No answer came from Seungjo. Instead, he tucked a strand of blonde hair behind Yeonho's ear.
Seungjo, the man who had always treated him with cold disgust, was standing inches away, touching him with gentleness.
'What the hell... He's acting hella weird...'
Assuming the lingering effects of the drug were clouding Seungjo's judgment, Yeonho reached up and placed his cool palm against Seungjo's forehead.
The touch of Yeonho's soft, slender hand against his skin seemed to snap a wire in Seungjo's mind.
Sensations rushed back into his head, and Seungjo abruptly pulled his hand back from Yeonho's neck, taking a step away as though he realized only now what he was doing.
"Take a cold shower," Yeonho said, backing toward the door. "I think it'll help. I'll go now..."
Seungjo didn't answer. He simply cleared his throat, turning his back to Yeonho as the door clicked shut.
Left alone in the quiet room, he sank onto the edge of the bed.
'What am I doing?'
His mind was sane enough to know better, and still he touched him.
Yeonho's calm, focused face as he pushed the needle in was beautiful.
The word froze him.
"Beautiful," he muttered. "Ridiculous. The drug is making me think insane things."
Glancing down, he saw the undeniable, heavy bulge straining against the fabric of his trousers.
Unbuckling his leather belt, Seungjo unzipped his pants, letting his fully hardened length spring free into the cool air of the room.
He wrapped his thick fingers around the hot shaft, teeth pressed into his lower lip, stroking himself with long, slow movements to relieve the aching tension in his lower belly.
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force Hana's image into his mind to get it over with.
But Yeonho's face rose behind his eyelids, flushed and tearful, kneeling between his legs with parted lips and wet, hazy blue eyes looking up at him.
A rough breath tore from Seungjo's throat. His grip tightened, his pace quickening with the image, every stroke dragging him closer, until the heat crested and shattered through him in just three minutes.
"What the hell is wrong with me...?"
Seungjo muttered into the silence, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief.
"I must be losing my mind. It should have been Hana... Why did thinking about that brat make me finish?"
To his absolute frustration, the aching sensation between his legs hadn't fully vanished.
He closed his eyes again, stubbornly convincing himself that it was nothing more than the residual traces of the drug forcing his body to act against his will.
Even as he complained, his body stirred again.
He's hard again.
It was absurd. He told himself it was the drug, only the drug, forcing him to feel things he never wanted to feel. And the longer he repeated it, the less it sounded true.
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