Youn-Jae lowered his head, and with a swift, playful motion, he gently bit Ji-Won's nipple through his shirt. His hands roamed freely, touching and caressing Ji-Won's body. A moan escaped Ji-Won as Youn-Jae's fingers found his nipples, teasing and pinching them until they grew hard and sensitive.
Ji-Won's face turned crimson as he shifted awkwardly on the bathroom counter. "Wait… Hyung, I don't think it's right to do it here," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart raced, a blend of excitement and nervousness shimmering in his eyes.
Youn-Jae pulled back, and Ji-Won looked into his eyes, seeing the desire and passion that he felt mirrored there. Youn-Jae reached down, and started to undo Ji-Won's pants, slowly pulling them down and freeing Ji-Won's hard cock.
Brushing against Ji-Won's thigh, causing a soft gasp to escape. "But this one down here seems a little excited now," Youn-Jae teased, his voice low and playful, sending sparks through the air between them. He tilted his head slightly, his lips dangerously close to Ji-Won's ear. "What do I do? I can't just leave it waiting."
Youn-Jae wrapped his hand around Ji-Won's shaft, and started to stroke him slowly, his thumb brushing against the tip of Ji-Won's cock, spreading the precum that was already beading there. Ji-Won moaned, and leaned back against the sink, letting Youn-Jae take control.
Youn-Jae leaned down, and took Ji-Won's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and sucking him deep. Ji-Won's hips bucked, and he threaded his fingers through Youn-Jae's hair, holding him in place as Youn-Jae fucked using his mouth and slowly reaching down and started to play with Ji-Won's balls, rolling them in his hand and squeezing them gently. Ji-Won's breathing quickened, and he could feel the orgasm building deep within him.
"I'm close," Ji-Won gasped, and Youn-Jae doubled his efforts, sucking harder and stroking faster. Ji-Won's hips moved of their own accord, and he came hard, his cum filling Youn-Jae's mouth.
"Hyung! You're being ridiculous—spill it out, all of it!" he exclaimed.
Before Ji-Won could react more, Youn-Jae smoothly lifted him and set him down on the sink counter, spinning him around so that his hands pressed against the cool surface. Ji-Won's eyes widened, and his breath caught as he stared at his own reflection in the mirror. "This is awkward," he murmured. The vulnerability of the position made him feel exposed, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
Youn-Jae's hand glided up to Ji-Won's jaw, gently yet firmly tilting his head so their eyes locked in the reflection. "Take a good look," he whispered, his voice deep, imbued with a mix of mischief and affection. His fingers brushed lightly along Ji-Won's skin, igniting shivers that danced down his spine. "Isn't this a beautiful view?" Youn-Jae leaned in closer, his lips just a breath away from Ji-Won's ear, the warmth of his breath heightening the electric tension in the air.
"Can you spread your legs for me?" Youn-Jae murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "I want you so badly."
Ji-Won spread his legs, letting out a soft moan as Youn-Jae's fingers traced a path up his thighs. Youn-Jae's touch was electric, sending shivers down Ji-Wons's spine. He leaned in, capturing Ji-Won's lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
As they kissed, Youn-Jae's fingers found Ji-Wons's opening, teasing and probing gently. Ji-Won gasped, his hips bucking upward as Youn-Jae fingers delve deeper. inside him. "Hyung, oh Hyung," he moaned, his head falling back against the sink.
Youn-Jae worked his finger in and out, preparing Ji-Won for what was to come. He added a second finger, stretching Ji-Won wide open. Ji-Won was moaning loudly now, his hips moving in time with Youn-Jaes fingers.
"Please, Hyung, just put it inside me now." Ji-Won begged, his voice desperate. "Fuck me harder, Hyung, "as he felt Youn-Jae's cock sliding in and out of him.
"Yes, take me deeper," Youn-Jae moaned, his voice echoing through the bathroom as they fucked with wild abandon, his lips curved into a teasing smirk as he observed Ji-Won's flushed reflection in the mirror. His voice was low, dripping with playful intensity as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Ji-Won's ear. "I thought you said it was awkward,"
"Hyung…" Ji-Won's voice came out in a whisper, a mix of frustration and desire, barely audible, but Youn-Jae heard it clearly.
Youn-Jae smiled, satisfied, as he leaned in even closer. "See? Not so awkward now, is it?"
"Hyung, you're so big," Ji-Won moaned, as Youn-Jae thrust, Ji-Won's hands were gritted the tiles of the sink counter with the pressure of Youn-Jae's thrust.
Youn-Jae chuckled softly, his lips brushing against Ji-Won's ear. "You like that, baby?" he murmured, his breath hot against Ji-Won's skin.
Ji-Won nodded, unable to speak. He had never felt this way before, and he knew he wanted more.
***
Ji-Won made sure to leave early, careful not to wake Youn-Jae. He slipped a note under his pillow, which read, "I already went back to the dorm," accompanied by a playful doodle. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he imagined Youn-Jae's annoyed reaction, his heart racing at the thought of payback for last night's rough antics. The lingering cold he had been fighting was finally easing, and he felt a sense of lightness wash over him.
"Oh shit, the bus already left," Ji-Won muttered under his breath, frustration flickering across his face as he glanced at the empty street.
Since he had missed the bus, he settled onto the cold bench, waiting for the next one. His fingers drummed impatiently against the wood, glancing at his watch every few seconds, feeling the minutes stretch on. A sleek white luxury car suddenly pulled up in front of him. At first, he ignored it, but when the window rolled down, he locked eyes with a man in the backseat who was staring directly at him.
The man, Mr. Kim, stepped out of the car and approached Ji-Won. With each step, Ji-Won felt a mix of curiosity and unease churn in his stomach, an instinctive warning rising within him.
"Good morning," Mr. Kim said, bowing slightly as he greeted Ji-Won, his voice smooth yet commanding, exuding an unsettling confidence.
"Huh?" Ji-Won stammered, pointing to his chest in disbelief, his heart pounding wildly.
"You are Ji-Won, right?" Mr. Kim replied confidently, a wide smile spreading across his face, yet something about his gaze felt predatory.
"Yes, sir," Ji-Won replied, his tone polite but edged with unease. He scratched the back of his head nervously, his thoughts spinning. How scarry he already know my name. Did he investigate me? A cold shiver crept down his spine, and his chest tightened with an anxious uncertainty.
As he stood there, an unexpected sensation washed over him. Hazy memories began to stir, surfacing like shadows flickering at the edges of his consciousness—faint, elusive, and ungraspable, enough to make his heart skip a beat.
"Sir, by the way," Ji-Won began, his voice tentative as his brows knitted together in thought. His gaze flickered over Mr. Kim's face, searching for any hint of recognition that might anchor the vague recollections stirring in his mind. "Did we… meet before?" The question felt weighty, carrying with it an unspoken hope for clarity.
Mr. Kim's expression remained composed, his voice calm and measured as he replied, "Yes, at the Young Master's place with the Chairman." His confidence seemed absolute, as though the answer was self-evident.
Ji-Won's lips parted slightly, his brow furrowing deeper. "I mean, Sir… before that," he pressed, his tone tinged with awkwardness and doubt, as though he wasn't entirely sure of the question himself.
Mr. Kim's calm demeanor didn't falter. "Oh, kid, I don't think so. Most of my life has been spent in the mansion. I rarely go outside unless it's for the Chairman's business. You might be mistaking me for someone else," he said with a faint, reassuring smile.
Ji-Won blinked, the certainty in Mr. Kim's response causing him to hesitate. Yet, there it was again—that nagging unease at the edge of his thoughts. A hazy memory flitted just out of reach, as intangible as a shadow in the corner of his mind.
His hand lifted instinctively to scratch the back of his head, a gesture of frustration as his eyes fell to the ground. Am I just imagining things? The blurry edges of familiarity tugged at him, a sensation both comforting and unsettling.
Ji-Won shook his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts. "Maybe I am overthinking," he muttered under his breath, though the faint gnawing at the back of his mind refused to fade completely.
"But would it be alright if I offered you a ride?" Mr. Kim asked, his tone friendly yet firm, his words laced with a subtle authority that made it hard to decline.
Ji-Won hesitated, shifting uneasily on his feet. The thought of accepting a ride from Mr. Kim felt strange, almost invasive, stirring a wariness deep within him. "Than… Thank you, sir, but I'm alright to take a bus. I don't want to waste your precious time," he stammered, his voice betraying his unease as his body tensed.
Mr. Kim smiled faintly, his tone remaining calm but insistent. "Don't worry, Ji-Won. You won't be disturbing us."
"Us?" Ji-Won repeated, confusion flickering across his face. His brow furrowed as the single word hung in the air, unanswered. "But sir, I really… it's just uncomfortable," he stammered again, his voice hesitant but tinged with resolve. He shook his head firmly, his heart pounding as unease settled into his chest like a weight. His instincts screamed caution, and he had no intention of ignoring them.
Mr. Kim's smile tightened ever so slightly, his patience beginning to wear thin despite his practiced demeanor. "It's just a ride, Ji-Won. Nothing more," he said smoothly, though a subtle edge crept into his voice.
But Ji-Won held his ground, his unease crystallizing into determination. He met Mr. Kim's gaze with quiet defiance, his posture stiff, as though bracing himself for whatever might come next. The tension between them thickened, an invisible line drawn in the sand.
Just then, the car door behind Mr. Kim swung open, breaking the charged silence. Ji-Won's eyes widened as another figure stepped out, shattering his tenuous composure. The stranger's appearance brought a fresh wave of uncertainty, and Ji-Won felt his resolve waver. The air seemed to shift, thick with unspoken implications as the new arrival studied him with an unreadable expression.
"Oh, Chairman, there's no need to get out of the car!" Mr. Kim exclaimed, visibly flustered at the sight of Chairman Han.
"Chairman?" Ji-Won whispered to himself, confusion and dread washing over him. "What is the Chairman doing here?" Panic began to swell within him like a tide threatening to drown him.
"I've been getting impatient inside. Why did it take so long?" Chairman Han asked, his tone even, but there was an unmistakable cold edge beneath it that sent shivers down Ji-Won's spine.
"I'm sorry, Chairman. This young man seems suspicious, so I needed to convince him," Mr. Kim replied, his voice faltering under the Chairman's scrutiny.
"I'm so sorry, Chairman. I didn't know you were here," Ji-Won stammered, bowing slightly, the heat of embarrassment washing over him like a tide.
"Hmmm, is that so?" Chairman Han replied, his expression blank as he took a deep breath, the tension in the air thickening to a palpable weight.
The Chairman took a step closer, facing Ji-Won, his left eyebrow arching in a way that made Ji-Won's heart race. The Chairman's imposing presence was intimidating, and Ji-Won felt small and vulnerable under his gaze.
"Kid, can you get in the car right now?" Chairman Han said, a thin smile creeping across his face, but it didn't reach his eyes, which glinted with something unreadable.
Ji-Won's stomach churned as he weighed his options, the unease in his chest growing heavier with each passing moment.
Chairman Han settled into the back seat beside Ji-Won, who fidgeted nervously, while Mr. Kim occupied the front passenger seat, the driver focusing intently on the road ahead. As the car pulled away from the curb, an uncomfortable silence enveloped them, the air thick with tension.
"Did we scare you, young man?" the Chairman asked, his expression unreadable, eyes fixed on the road ahead.
"Ahhh, Sir, no!" Ji-Won replied hastily, shaking his hands as if to brush off the concern, though a slight tremor betrayed his nerves, the adrenaline still coursing through him.
"This area is near Youn-Jae's place. Did you just come from there?" the Chairman continued, his voice even but piercing, and Ji-Won felt a rush of panic flood his senses.
He froze, his hands crumpling the fabric of his backpack, trembling slightly under the weight of the conversation. "Y-yes, sir," he stuttered, his heart racing.
"Do you think your relationship with him will last? And that everyone will accept it, especially given your differences in status?" the Chairman suddenly probed, his tone cold and analytical, each word a sharpened blade.
"I'm so sorry, Sir, but I think you're misunderstanding. There's nothing going on between us," Ji-Won stammered, his voice trembling with uncertainty. The words felt heavy on his tongue, as though his own mind rebelled against the lie he was trying to weave.
The Chairman's voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling edge. "Kid, I'm too old to be fooled. Don't think for a second I lack the capability to uncover the truth. Even if you keep lying, I can figure it out in my own way," he said casually, his face a mask of indifference, his piercing gaze fixed squarely on Ji-Won.
Ji-Won felt his stomach twist, but before he could respond, the Chairman continued, his tone unyielding. "Besides, do you really think Youn-Jae can handle criticism. He's worked hard to get where he is today."
Each word hit Ji-Won like a hammer, heavy and unrelenting, leaving him breathless. The weight of the Chairman's statement pressed down on his chest, suffocating him. He bowed his head, his body trembling as he fought back tears that threatened to spill over.
The vehicle continued its journey, silence stretching uncomfortably until they arrived at Ji-Won's dorm. Mr. Kim exited the car and approached the door where Ji-Won sat, but before Ji-Won could open it, the Chairman handed him an invitation for the Vice Chairman's birthday.
"I'm sorry if I came across as harsh; I merely wanted to gauge your reaction," the Chairman said, his tone softening slightly, though the tension lingered. "However, it's clear that Youn-Jae is happy, and I can see he's become more capable in his role. I've come to understand that there's no longer a need for a barrier between the two of you."
Just as Mr. Kim noticed the Chairman was done speaking, he opened the door for Ji-Won.
"Thank you so much for your time with the Chairman," Mr. Kim said, bowing slightly. "I hope you're feeling better now and that we didn't scare you too much."
"No, no, it's okay. I apologize for my behavior earlier, Mr. Kim," Ji-Won responded, his tone steady, though curiosity flickered across his face as he studied the older man.
Mr. Kim offered a small, knowing smile. "Oh, by the way, please keep it a secret that we invited you to the birthday. The Chairman wants it to be a surprise for the young master."
Ji-Won nodded, gripping the invitation tighter in his hand, his thoughts tangled. "Have a safe drive," he replied softly, watching as the car pulled away, leaving him standing there with a storm of emotions swirling within—unease, intrigue, and a faint thread of anticipation.
Inside the vehicle, a heavy silence lingered, pressing against the walls like an invisible weight. The Chairman sat in contemplative quiet, his expression unreadable as the world outside the tinted windows blurred past. After a long pause, his voice broke the stillness. "Did you do what I asked you last time?"
"Yes, Chairman," Mr. Kim responded firmly. "They've confirmed. I'll handle the arrangements to ensure everything is seamless." His tone carried a quiet resolve, cutting through the tension in the air.
"Good," the Chairman murmured, his voice low, laced with a quiet satisfaction. He leaned back against the leather seat, his gaze distant but sharp, as if already strategizing his next move.
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