Iheon’s lips curled into a sharp smirk.
Then, without warning, he stood up and grabbed Heemin’s wrist roughly.
His voice was laced with mockery.
“Must be nice, huh? Being able to erase any inconvenient mory under the excuse of ‘different personalities.’”
It hurt where he was holding him, but Heemin refused to flinch.
He was facing a man who had been suffering from an unhealed wound for over a decade—a soul so tornted by emotional pain that physical pain hardly compared.
“You’re afraid, aren’t you? Afraid of losing ‘Seo Heemin’ again. Afraid of failing at love.”
Iheon’s eyes widened at the word love.
The grip on Heemin’s wrist loosened slightly, but he didn’t let go completely.
“I’ve never loved anyone.”
It was only after a long silence, thick with damp tension, that Iheon finally spoke.
“...Liar.”
He couldn’t fully let go.
He couldn’t hold on either.
He was shielding himself from the fear of being abandoned again.
Heemin slowly pulled his wrist free and, instead, interlocked his fingers with Iheon’s.
It was the first ti he had ever reached out to hold his hand.
“I want to like you, Hyung.”
His voice was firm as he stared into Iheon’s shaken gaze.
He hadn’t been attracted to n before.
And he still wasn’t sure if he could call this love.
But at the very least, he wanted to try until the very end.
“Are you saying you want to play with ?”
“No. I’m saying I want us to be happy together.”
He didn’t want to let Iheon drown in this world that ‘Seo Heemin’ had once called hell.
He wanted to overco every crisis and reach a happy ending—together.
Iheon no longer lashed out, nor did he mock him.
He just looked... pained.
Their eyes clashed in a fierce, unspoken battle.
His sharp, shining gaze wavered, filled with turmoil.
“There’s nothing for you to be afraid of. I promise you that.”
How?
Iheon didn’t ask.
Instead, he lowered his gaze, aligning their line of sight.
Then, with one hand, he cradled Heemin’s flushed cheek.
“You always tornt like a damn demon.”
A demon?
Heemin almost laughed.
A demon wouldn’t warn soone before seducing them.
He heard the sound of a lock clicking open.
The door to Iheon’s heart was cracking, just a little.
It would take more ti for it to fully swing open.
But what mattered was that the bolt had been undone.
With a gentle smile, Heemin responded,
“I told you earlier, didn’t I? That I was going to seduce you.”
“What kind of demon announces their plans in advance?”
Iheon’s fingers trembled slightly against his cheek.
Not from fear.
From sothing else.
Excitent.
“Fine. Go ahead and try. Until I believe you.”
A low chuckle brushed against his ear.
When Heemin returned his laughter, Iheon tugged him forward slightly—
And then, warm lips t his.
Unlike what Heemin had expected, there was no rough desperation.
The kiss started light, tentative.
As if Iheon was deliberately holding himself back.
He was careful.
Slow.
Tracing Heemin’s lips, pressing gently.
His fingers traced his cheekbone, then moved to his earlobe, grazing the sensitive skin.
Unlike their last kiss—where they had been too consud with proving their points—this ti, Heemin felt no resistance.
Maybe because he had already made up his mind.
Or maybe, because this ti...
He actually wanted it.
Iheon’s scar slashed through his brow, dark against his pale skin.
His long lashes cast shadows over sharp eyes.
This was the face Heemin had seen for years.
And yet, right now, it felt so unfamiliar.
He watched him through half-lidded eyes, heartbeat thudding against his ribs.
When he finally closed his eyes fully, his senses heightened.
Iheon’s lips moved against his, pressing, teasing, tugging.
The warmth of his mouth seeped through him, spreading in waves.
His lips were softer than they looked.
Everything about him felt... oddly intoxicating.
A strange heat curled in his stomach.
Slowly, he tilted his head, deepening the kiss.
Iheon responded imdiately, pulling him in, lips sliding wetly.
Then—
A sharp sting.
“Mm—!”
Iheon bit his lower lip.
The unexpected pain sent a jolt through him, making him gasp.
The mont his lips parted, a hot tongue slid past them.
There was no patience this ti.
Iheon swept through his mouth, claiming, devouring.
His tongue licked into every corner, not allowing a single inch to go untouched.
His breath was stolen, his mind turning hazy.
“Haa...”
Iheon traced the roof of his mouth, his teeth grazing against the sensitive flesh of his inner lip.
The pressure made his shoulders shudder.
Every little movent sent tiny tremors through his body.
His breathing turned ragged, shallow.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, struggling to inhale.
But then, as if sensing it, Iheon pulled back just slightly and—
Pinched his nose.
Their eyes t, and Iheon murmured against his lips,
“Breathe. Through here.”
What the hell?
Was he trying to teach him how to kiss?
It was only his second ti, and he was acting like so kind of expert.
Heemin narrowed his eyes.
“How are you so good at this? Have you done this a lot?”
He expected a You’re my first.
Or at least, It’s because it’s you.
Instead, Iheon just smirked, his expression unreadable.
...Was he proud of himself right now?
“Oh? So you’ve kissed a lot of people, huh? That’s nice. I wouldn’t know, since you’re the only person I’ve ever kissed—mmph!”
Before he could run his mouth any further, Iheon silenced him.
Firm fingers curled behind his head, pulling him back into another deep kiss.
This ti, Heemin let himself be swept away.
It wasn’t until he learned how to breathe properly that Iheon finally let go.
Though his tongue twitched with impatience, he didn’t force it.
Instead, he traced Heemin’s lower lip with his tongue, as if coaxing, waiting.
His pheromones thickened in the air, but they weren’t overwhelming.
This wasn’t the sa suffocating dominance as before.
Instead, it was warm. Inviting.
Heemin barely noticed his own knees trembling.
This... feels weird.
It was supposed to be a calculated move, just another step in the plan.
And yet—
The kiss felt... good.
Too good.
Almost addicting.
Peeking up through fluttering lashes, he studied the face of the man in front of him.
He’s my best friend. The only one I have.
Is this really okay?
But his body didn’t care.
The heat pooling low in his stomach didn’t care.
Gender didn’t matter.
The shape of his face didn’t matter.
All that mattered was the way his lips felt against his own.
How his body responded to every touch.
How every nerve in his body scread for more.
He couldn’t stop now.
He didn’t want to stop.
He let his eyes slip shut again, this ti leaning in on his own.
Iheon’s large hand cradled the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair.
He sighed into the kiss.
Heemin arched forward slightly, pressing against him.
Sothing deep inside him burned hotter.
“Mm... Ngh...”
A hand slid down his back, brushing against his spine.
Heat coiled low in his belly.
Instinctively, he let his fingers trace Iheon’s waist, feeling the firm muscle ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) beneath his palm.
“Does this... haa... feel good for you too, Hyung?”
Iheon didn’t answer.
“Hmm? Say it. Tell —”
Suddenly, a surge of thick, potent pheromones flooded the air.
His body froze.
Iheon pulled back.
“Go to bed.”
“What? That’s it?”
Iheon took a step back, his expression unreadable.
“Go. Now.”
“...You’re stopping now?”
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