Stay still, will you.

“It hurts.”

Ho-beom forcefully pushed Soo-hyun into the back seat of the taxi and sat down beside him. Hannam-dong, please. He slammed the door shut, and the driver glanced back. Hard to catch a taxi today, right? There are no taxis because of the snow. Ho-beom briefly replied “Yes” to the driver’s friendly smile.

But just as the driver turned on the meter to depart, Baek Soo-hyun suddenly flung open the opposite door and bolted out. It was completely unexpected. Ho-beom squeezed his eyes shut. It would have been easier to take him if he had just stayed passed out, but he had been regaining consciousness and now was bouncing around like a madman in all directions. Hah, that alcoholic bastard.

As he gritted his teeth and glared ahead, the driver turned around.

“What should we do? Should we wait?”

“Driver.”

“Yes?”

“Just run him over with the car.”

What? The driver’s eyes widened in surprise, so Ho-beom said, “I’m kidding,” and got out of the car. “Hey, Baek Soo-hyun!” he called, but Soo-hyun backed away with a silly grin. Catch me! Try to catch me! People on the street glanced at him.

I swear I’ll kill you if I catch you. His pace quickened, and as the distance between them narrowed, Baek Soo-hyun jumped onto the sidewalk and started running. His drunkenness earlier had just been cute compared to this. If he had known he would act like this, he would have left him to freeze to death.

After a short distance, he slipped on the snowy path and fell flat on his face. Unbelievable. When Ho-beom got closer to check, he was sobbing again. At this point, it seemed like bipolar disorder.

Ho-beom grabbed the back of his neck and pressed it firmly. When Ho-beom was young and got into trouble, the old man would grab his neck like this. He always thought it was for show, but now he understood there was a reason for it. Now I’m receiving that punishment myself.

Ho-beom grabbed Soo-hyun by the collar, pulled him up, and dragged him to the taxi stand.

“It hurts. It hurts.”

“Shut your mouth.”

But another passenger was already getting into the taxi they had just left.

“Ha.”

Ho-beom closed his eyes tightly. Be patient. I need to be patient. Suppressing his anger, he forced Soo-hyun to sit on a bench at the taxi stand. As they sat waiting for the next taxi, it became oddly quiet. When he looked over, Soo-hyun was nodding off. After all that wild behavior. He curled up from the cold and then looked at Ho-beom.

“Cold…”

What do you want me to do?

“I’m cold.”

Soon after, he clung to Ho-beom, putting his hands inside his coat and hugging his waist. Ho-beom resigned himself. No damn taxis were coming. Should he call Park Tae-jun? He considered it but quickly abandoned the idea. He didn’t want his subordinate to see him taking care of this person in such an unseemly way. It was bad enough that Director Yoon had caught them fighting like children.

Baek Soo-hyun sagged against him and kept burrowing into his arms.

“Should we… rest at a motel somewhere?”

He was mumbling and talking in his sleep, and judging by his polite speech, he probably didn’t even know who he was hugging. Ho-beom cast a cold gaze down at his head, and Baek Soo-hyun looked up while still clinging to him, narrowing his eyes, trying to identify who he was with.

“I’ve seen you somewhere…”

Ho-beom smiled with a pitying expression.

“Oh my. Have you already forgotten me? I’m hurt.”

“You look like someone I know…”

“Is that person very handsome?”

When he played along, Soo-hyun hugged him again. He was handsome but… he trailed off before adding that he was rude. Ho-beom snorted in disbelief.

“He’s terrible at s*x too.”

When Ho-beom frowned and glared at him, he added one more comment.

“But it wasn’t bad. He has a big c*ck.”

At this point, Ho-beom suspected he might actually be fully conscious. He tilted Soo-hyun’s chin up with his fingertips to look at his face, and Soo-hyun smiled with his eyes, completely relaxed. His face was a mess from crying, but his smile made him look like an idiot. Ho-beom couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.

The snow had stopped, and maybe ten more minutes had passed when a taxi appeared in the distance.

As soon as the taxi stopped, he pushed Baek Soo-hyun into the back seat and, worried he might try to escape again, grabbed his wrist.

“It hurts.”

“Hannam-dong, please.”

As the taxi started moving, Baek Soo-hyun leaned his head on Ho-beom’s shoulder and rubbed his cheek against it. Wondering what he was up to, Ho-beom watched as Soo-hyun placed his hand on Ho-beom’s thigh. Ho-beom’s eyebrow twitched. That hand soon began feeling around over his pants, touching his c*ck.

“I want to have s*x…”

The driver glanced back with an expression that suggested he wasn’t sure if he’d heard correctly. Ho-beom wondered if Soo-hyun was possessed by the ghost of someone who died from lack of s*x. Despite wanting to beat him up, Ho-beom’s desire stirred as Soo-hyun kept rubbing his c*ck. The sensation of being inside Soo-hyun’s hole seemed to come vividly back to life.

It wasn’t bad. No, it was actually good. And that’s why I hated it.

If left alone, he looked ready to unbuckle Ho-beom’s belt and jump him, so Ho-beom removed his hand. Then Soo-hyun hugged his arm and rested his head on his shoulder with his eyes closed. It was quiet. Before long, Baek Soo-hyun had fallen asleep with his mouth open, breathing softly.

After staring at his tear-wet eyelashes and parted red lips, Ho-beom turned his head away. Then he looked down at his own crotch. His already er*ect member had swollen so hard it was about to burst through his pants.

Ho-beom pulled the sleeping Soo-hyun out of the taxi and hoisted him onto his shoulder. As he effortlessly lifted him onto his shoulder, the taxi driver expressed admiration. Opening the front door and climbing the stairs, he noticed the lights were on in the house. When he entered, sure enough, Gangwon-daek came out from the kitchen. She was a woman over fifty who had known Ho-beom since he was young.

“Oh my goodness. What is that?”

“A corpse.”

The woman was alarmed and checked to make sure it wasn’t really a corpse, then sighed in relief. He threw Soo-hyun onto the sofa, and Soo-hyun rolled off onto the floor. It must have hurt quite a bit, but he didn’t move at all, so he must really be asleep. As Ho-beom sighed and glared at him, Gangwon-daek walked past him. She checked Soo-hyun’s face and tilted her head curiously.

“Who is he?”

“A thief.”

“Huh?”

“Just someone. I don’t even want to talk about it.”

“This is unusual. You bringing someone here.”

She went to the kitchen, took off her apron, and began preparing to leave. Ho-beom was about to get some water when he noticed a large pot in the kitchen and frowned. So that’s why she hadn’t gone home yet.

“I made ox bone soup.”

In winter, the old man often ate ox bone soup or stewed oxtail and feet. Ho-beom couldn’t understand why, in an era of abundant food, anyone would eat animal tails or feet. But knowing that Gangwon-daek standing in front of him would look upset if he said so honestly, Ho-beom forced a smile.

“Thank you. I’ll enjoy it.”

Don’t drink alcohol. I’ll come in the morning. Make sure to cover yourself with a blanket when you sleep. She still seemed to think Ho-beom was a child. She never forgot to nag him. After seeing her off, Ho-beom returned to the living room. Baek Soo-hyun was completely passed out, dead to the world.

Leaving him there, Ho-beom went to the bedroom. He was a mess from taking care of that guy. As he took off his soiled pants and shirt, his c*ck was still er*ect. He went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water. He wet his head first, but his c*ck still stubbornly stood at attention.

[You’re terrible at s*x, you just know how to thrust.]

F*ck. m*sturbating here would be like losing to Baek Soo-hyun. Trying to ignore it, he reached for the shampoo, when he noticed a human figure moving hazily outside the shower booth.

Ho-beom instinctively reached under the shelf in front of him. A sharp knife slid out. As he glared at the moving figure, the door suddenly opened, and Baek Soo-hyun poked his head in. Ho-beom looked at him with an incredulous expression.

Then Baek Soo-hyun came in and grabbed the bottom of his knit sweater, pulling it upward. He struggled as it didn’t come off smoothly, which was exasperating to watch. When Ho-beom yanked it, it came off in one go, revealing his n*ked body. The clothes he’d been wearing had a high neck, so Ho-beom hadn’t noticed, but besides the handprints he had made, there was another thin red mark. Like a trace of someone who had been hanged.

As he stared, Baek Soo-hyun came closer, planted his hand firmly on the wall next to Ho-beom’s face, and gave him an intense look. Well, well. Ho-beom laughed at the absurdity, and Soo-hyun licked his lower lip and asked.

“Want to do it once?”

Ho-beom, who had been glaring at him, threw the knife to the floor. He reached out to turn off the water, and the bathroom became quiet. Did this person even know what he was doing? Then Soo-hyun took his hand off the wall and touched Ho-beom’s cheek. Ho-beom let him do as he pleased. To be honest, he was aroused too. Right. Let’s not attach meaning to meaningless s*x.

Soo-hyun’s lips approached, barely grazing his before finally moving downward. He caressed Ho-beom’s chest, then took a n*pple in his mouth and sucked it hard. When he lightly bit it with his front teeth, Ho-beom grabbed the back of Soo-hyun’s head and pulled his face away. Soo-hyun wiped his glistening lips with his fingers, smiled seductively, and reached out.

“Kiss me.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Ho-beom lifted Soo-hyun up, pushed him against the wall, and devoured his lips. He hadn’t expected Ho-beom to actually do it; Soo-hyun’s eyes widened. Ho-beom pushed his firm thigh between Soo-hyun’s legs, pressing against his c*ck. A moan escaped through their pressed lips. The two men, who had been hungrily exploring each other’s lips like thirsty people, briefly separated.

Soo-hyun smiled while catching his breath.

“Our Beomie, you’re good at kissing, aren’t you?”

Suddenly, Ho-beom’s face crumpled. Good at kissing?