Chapter 52
by GideonIt all started on an anonymous online community. Rumors spread that many of Seo Jinyoung’s close associates had gone missing or died in mysterious accidents. Of course, it was all true—I had simply leaked the information one piece at a time.
At first, I was the one being slammed. But after Seo Jinyoung’s recent string of bizarre behavior, people started to think it wasn’t completely out of the question. The rumors that he was a murderer began to gain traction. Even Seo Jinyoung, who had remained silent this whole time, finally broke his silence and vehemently denied the allegations. He threatened to take strong legal action against anyone spreading false information.
But his arrogant confidence wouldn’t last long. Once the search and seizure began, the most undeniable evidence of all would be found in his office.
“I heard a rumor that Seo Jinyoung’s gathering a security firm, but I couldn’t find any registered company. Is it a black-market one?”
“It’s not a firm. They’re the thugs who’ve been backing him—the ones who handle the club’s business.”
“Ah.”
Taemo, sitting in the passenger seat with his arms crossed, added the explanation in a bored tone.
“He’s probably targeting me because he’s about to be charged with murder.”
“And you’re trying to get off with an accessory charge?”
“That’ll be a lighter sentence. Even if he’s a fucking lunatic, he knows how to use his head when it comes to this kind of thing.”
The conversation I was eavesdropping on from the back seat was quite chilling. It seemed Seo Jinyoung was plotting something again, but Lee Taemo was already preparing for it.
“Then I guess I should get ready before I meet Seo Jinyoung, huh?”
“Exactly. Even if that bastard Seo Jinyoung brings his gang of thugs, he’s the one who’s going to get fucked.”
Taemo, sitting in the passenger seat, twisted his body around. He poked his head through the gap between the front seats, addressing Juhyeon in the back.
“That’s why we’re going to training today. Got it, Woo Juhyeon?”
“Uh, yeah. Got it.”
So that’s why. Juhyeon had wondered why he’d been thrown into the truck and driven off so suddenly. It seemed they were going to train. From what he’d heard, Seo Jinyoung was trying to corner Lee Taemo. And since the target was someone like him, he’d probably bring a whole swarm of thugs. But Lee Taemo’s goal was to push them all aside and drag only Seo Jinyoung out. That was why Juhyeon had to train too… but he had absolutely no idea what they’d be doing.
Juhyeon, who had been practically crumpled into the cramped seat, straightened up. Then, he leaned forward, poking his head between the front seats.
“But what kind of training is it?”
“See? I told you you’d lose your edge if you took a break.”
Taemo bit his lower lip with a stern expression, then curled his thumb and middle finger. Flick! He delivered a gentle flick to Juhyeon’s forehead before gesturing with his chin toward the window. The scene unfolding before them was unfamiliar, yet strangely recognizable. Juhyeon scanned the surroundings, his gaze darting back and forth.
“Huh? This place…”
It was the same abandoned building he’d visited several times for training shortly after he and Lee Taemo had started dating. A place packed with sandbags and mannequins wrapped in bandages and tape. He hadn’t recognized it immediately because the surrounding grass had grown so tall and dense.
The pickup truck finally pulled to a stop right in front of a secluded, abandoned building. With no tall structures nearby to block the sun and only dense grass for company, the spot was completely exposed to the midsummer heat. The moment they stepped out of the air-conditioned truck, the suffocating heat hit them like a wall.
“Wow, this weather is insane.”
Juhyeon shaded his eyes with his hand, but the stinging sunlight still felt like it was piercing his face. He couldn’t even unknit his furrowed brow. Yet Taemo seemed completely unfazed by the sweltering heat, his expression bored as he unloaded their luggage. Two stuffed duffel bags were already in his hands.
Juhyeon reached out to help, but Taemo just quirked the corner of his mouth and turned away. With an effortless sidestep, he evaded Juhyeon’s hand and strode into the building.
“Ugh, it’s so hot! You guys shouldn’t stay out here too long. Lee Taemo, you might be fine, but he’ll die in this heat.”
Kang-i, who had been about to get out of the car, slammed the door shut instead. He rolled down the window and shouted through the gap.
Taemo stopped dead in his tracks at Kang-i’s words.
Maybe he’s going to tell us to just go back because it’s too hot, Juhyeon hoped, his gaze fixed on Taemo’s broad shoulders.
Taemo raised his wrist, checking the watch strapped there, his other hand still gripping two bags.
“Be back by five. I’ll wash up, and we’ll have dinner together.”
“It’s only eleven right now.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“That’s a long time to wait. Fine.”
Kang-i didn’t argue further. Instead, he reached out through the window and frantically gestured to Juhyeon.
Hiding in the building’s shadow, Juhyeon widened his eyes in confusion.
“Just pretend to pass out if things get too rough. He deserves it.”
The whisper, though muffled by a hand over the mouth, was still loud enough to be heard. It seemed like a tip, but it would be useless if Taemo caught them. I gauged the distance to Taemo, who had already ducked inside the building. Then, I lowered my voice and asked, “Have you ever tried that?”
“Once or twice? It works.”
“Good to know.”
The heat was so stifling that I was tempted to just pretend to faint the moment I went inside. Just then, a loud voice boomed from within.
“Woo Juhyeon! Hurry up!”
“I’m coming!”
Juhyeon, who had been about to dash into the building, turned back. He leaned in and whispered as if sharing another secret.
“Come by before five.”
“Got it. See ya.”
Kang-i gave a thumbs-up and rolled up the window. As Juhyeon ran into the building, the sound of the truck tearing across the dirt road echoed behind him.
“What are you two whispering about now?”
“I was just asking if there’s a place to rest around here.”
“And if there is, you’re gonna bolt?”
Taemo was plugging a large industrial fan into one of the walls. He had assumed the building was abandoned, but apparently, it still had power. When the fan kicked on, a lukewarm breeze stirred the stifling heat in the room.
Taemo’s gaze lingered on Juhyeon’s wind-blown hair for a moment before he looked away and reached for a large duffel bag.
“You’ll have a break, right? I was just asking if we could go then… but that’s not the point. What the hell did you pack in there?”
Taemo zipped open the duffel bag, and a whole arsenal of dangerous-looking tools spilled out. A sickle-shaped blade, a palm-sized knife, a short-handled claw hammer, and a wrench. It was a combination that screamed crime scene.
“They say using tools like this adds a real thrill.”
“…”
Taemo winked at Juhyeon, who was staring with his mouth agape. He knew Taemo was deliberately being suggestive, but Juhyeon couldn’t stop his face from flushing. Taemo nudged the other bag toward him. Taking the hint to help, Juhyeon quickly unzipped it. This one was at least normal. It contained bandages, a large bottle of water, a towel, and some hastily stuffed clothes.
“Just how intense are you planning to go?”
“Woo Juhyeon’s retirement needs to be a grand one, don’t you think?”
The sight of Lee Taemo’s lips curling into a smirk sent a slow creep of dread up Taemo’s spine. Memories of the brutal training he’d endured early on flooded back, making his head spin.
If all else fails, I’ll just have to faint like Kang-i suggested, Taemo resolved silently, a secret vow Lee Taemo would never know.
The training was every bit as brutal as promised. Instead of a gradual increase in intensity, they’d thrown him straight into the most difficult and grueling drills from the very start. He wanted to tell them he’d rather just be a human shield, but Juhyeon stubbornly pushed through. He had to do his part so Lee Taemo wouldn’t have to suffer as much.
“Too shallow.”
Juhyeon gripped the knife, blade facing his palm, and drove it swiftly into the mannequin’s instep. The thick layers of newspaper and tape wrapped around the target made the sensation of the blade sinking in all the more vivid.
He didn’t know how long he’d been at this, but his entire body felt like lead. Sweat poured off him, blurring his vision and draining his strength. His legs buckled, forcing Juhyeon to grip the mannequin’s thigh to stay upright. He pressed his thumb hard against the butt of the knife, driving his arm faster. The areas he’d already stabbed were shredded, the newspaper and tape hanging in tatters.
“Enough.”
“Ah!”
Juhyeon plunged the knife into the mannequin’s foot, letting out a strangled cry before collapsing. His body felt like it was on fire. It felt as if his heart had migrated to his head, thumping wildly against his skull.
“Woo Juhyeon, you’ve really grown up. You’re not even whining anymore. You would’ve been dying by now.”
“Ha… seriously… I don’t even have the strength to bullshit you.”
Juhyeon could barely part his lips. Even a single word felt like too much, leaving him gasping for breath. He’d wrapped his hands in bandages because they kept slipping from the sweat, but now those were soaked through, too. He knew he had to ask for them to be changed, but he didn’t even have the strength to speak. With trembling fingers, Juhyeon roughly shoved his damp hair back from his face.
“You’re doing great. When you’re fighting multiple opponents, just focus on their vitals and legs.”
“…”
Too exhausted to reply, Juhyeon could only blink blankly. With a low rumble, a large industrial fan swung its head in his direction. But whether the fan was overheating or the air had simply grown too thick, the breeze felt stiflingly hot. He gripped the hem of his T-shirt, which clung to his skin, drenched in sweat. Between his drained strength and the sodden fabric, the shirt was nearly impossible to pull off.
“……Ugh, damn it. Why is it stuck?”
As Juhyeon struggled with the shirt caught on his head, Taemo reached out to help. When the shirt finally came off and was tossed onto the table, it landed with a wet thwack. Still, being shirtless felt much better than before. Sweat dripped into Juhyeon’s eyes, and he rubbed them vigorously with the back of his hand.
“Here.”
As he wiped his eyes, a water bottle suddenly appeared in his line of sight. He’d already drained one, and this one was less than half full. Juhyeon drank greedily, like a man who had just found an oasis in the desert. Water trickled down his chin and ran down his neck.
“If you get overpowered by someone bigger, it’s game over. This is faster than building muscle, which is why we’re doing it. Just tough it out, even if it’s hard.”
In the meantime, Taemo knelt on one knee to get closer. He then took a towel and wiped the water and sweat streaming down Juhyeon’s neck and chest. Juhyeon’s Adam’s apple, which had been bobbing up and down frantically, went still. He quickly pulled the bottle from his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Taemo then gently patted the sweat from Juhyeon’s face.
“It’s just because it’s hot. I wasn’t trying to be cranky.”
Even after drinking so much water, Juhyeon’s thirst remained. Perhaps the heat wasn’t the real problem—maybe it was because he was with Lee Taemo.
“I know.”
Though Taemo’s expression and tone were nonchalant, his touch as he wiped the sweat from Juhyeon’s chin was tender. Juhyeon had gone quiet from exhaustion, and he hadn’t expected Taemo to be paying attention to it. After all, Juhyeon was the one who had insisted on not being left out of anything. He wondered if he had shown his struggle too much.
Juhyeon suddenly reached out his right hand.
“…Redo this for me. It’s all come undone.”
Taemo’s dark eyes shifted to the frayed bandage. After confirming the loose knot, he immediately stood up, retrieved a fresh roll of gauze from his bag, and knelt back down to meet Juhyeon’s gaze. His hands, now expertly unwinding the old bandage from Juhyeon’s right palm, moved with a practiced ease.
Juhyeon caught his breath and looked up. Taemo’s chest and shoulders were bare, his shirt already discarded. Unhealed wounds marred his skin. The loose bandages around his side had long since been stripped away, leaving only a few gauzes dangling precariously.
A bead of sweat clinging to his chin finally broke free, trickling down the nape of his neck. Watching the moisture trace a path over the raw, newly healed skin, Juhyeon swallowed hard.
The heavy thump of his Adam’s apple bobbing was enough to make Taemo, who was wrapping the bandage around Juhyeon’s hand, react. Taemo lowered his head slightly, his eyes flicking up to meet Juhyeon’s.
“It’s just too hot—”
Just as Juhyeon was about to make the excuse, Taemo pressed his index finger to his own lips. Juhyeon cut himself off mid-sentence, his eyes darting around.
“…”
A tense silence stretched between them for a moment. Then, the murderous stiffness in Taemo’s face finally thawed. He lowered his hand from his lips and resumed wrapping the bandage.
“A cat just walked by.”
Juhyeon’s eyes widened at the casual remark. “What did you hear?”
“You can hear everything if you just focus.”
“…”
What the hell did he hear? Juhyeon couldn’t hear anything but the hum of the fan. He considered himself perceptive, but he couldn’t even begin to compete with Lee Taemo.
While Juhyeon was still reeling, Taemo finished wrapping the bandage around his palm and tied it tight.
“Get up.”
“…Already? I really can’t move.”
Seeing Juhyeon limp and motionless, Taemo let out a soft, breathy laugh. He then gently grasped Juhyeon’s limp hands, interlacing their fingers to hold them firmly before pulling himself up.
“Alright. I’ll let you rest a little longer.”
It was the best thing Juhyeon had heard all day.
He’d been deliberately letting his body go limp, but as he finally braced himself, Taemo pulled him up with a powerful tug. In an instant, Juhyeon was standing, pressed flush against him. He could feel the searing heat radiating from Taemo’s body; even the slightest sway would bring their sweat-slicked chests into contact.
“Oh…”
Flustered, Juhyeon tried to step back. But the grip on his hands tightened, and Taemo yanked him forward again, his strength rough and uncompromising.
Their sweat-drenched bodies finally collided. Bare skin, sticky perspiration, and a body heat more intense than the midsummer air—it was enough to make Juhyeon’s breath, which he had barely managed to steady, quicken once more.
“Why are you so tense?”
His nipples, painfully erect from the rush of blood, were crushed hard against Taemo’s solid chest. The sensation was still so unfamiliar it made the fine hairs on Juhyeon’s arms stand on end. Just moments ago, the heat had been suffocating, but now a chill raced down his spine.
Juhyeon gasped, his nose pressed nearly against Taemo’s collarbone. The heavy scent of sweat filled his senses. He remembered his friends’ sweat always smelling sour and musty, yet the scent wafting from Lee Taemo was strangely sensual.
“A-aren’t you hot?”
As he breathed in Taemo’s scent, a dull ache tightened in his chest. He knew his body would react soon. Juhyeon tried to pull away, but Taemo’s arm wrapped around his waist first, pulling him close. Despite their sweat-slicked bodies, Taemo pressed himself against him, heedless of the discomfort. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to Juhyeon’s flushed ear.
“It’s hot. But I think it’s because of you.”
“What did I… what did I do…?”
Ever since their hearts had beat as one, Juhyeon had been acutely aware of Taemo every single moment. Just the sight of his hand, with its prominent knuckles and veins, sent a surge of longing through him. The sight of his bandaged waist brought back the memory of his body shaking violently. He had just swallowed hard while staring at Taemo’s half-naked body, but he never imagined Taemo would be feeling the same way.
“Your face is beet red, you’re sweating, and you’re panting like this. Even a guy with no sex drive would find it hard not to lose his mind.”
Each time Taemo whispered, the sticky sensation of his teeth nibbling on Juhyeon’s earlobe echoed through him. A soft, wet tongue licked his earlobe, accompanied by hot breath. His entire body felt like it was on fire. The fan’s breeze had long since lost its effect, and even an entire bottle of water wouldn’t be enough to cool this heat.
Juhyeon shrugged his shoulders, squeezing his eyes shut.
“No, no. Not you, Hyung. You’re… you’re too much of a…”
“Sex drive? I don’t have one. Well, I didn’t, exactly.”
The hand that had been wrapped around his lower back began to move slowly. It teased his sweat-slicked side, dipped beneath the waistband of his pants for a moment, and then returned to rubbing over the fabric. It was an unmistakable signal of arousal. Juhyeon glanced around, his eyes burning with heat.
The spot was secluded, with almost no chance of anyone passing by. But the abandoned building was riddled with gaping holes where windows should have been. Even if no one was watching, they couldn’t just have sex in a place so exposed.
“Wait, wait. My back hurts. And Kang Yi-do will be here soon. I’m all sweaty and sticky, it’ll feel gross…”
“I’ll suck it for you.”
Taemo wrapped his arms tightly around Juhyeon’s waist and hoisted him up. Juhyeon’s voice rose at the blunt, explicit words.
“Are you crazy? What the hell are you saying? That’s so dirty—”
Taemo chuckled as he set Juhyeon down on the table. He hastily spread the T-shirt he’d taken off earlier across the surface before laying Juhyeon down on top of it. It all happened too fast for Juhyeon to even resist.
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’ve dealt with so many filthy bastards. I don’t see what’s so dirty about this.”
From his position on the table, Juhyeon stared up at the concrete ceiling. The ceiling, which had been spinning just a moment ago, was suddenly obscured as Taemo’s face leaned into his line of sight. His skin was flushed with heat, sweat beading on his forehead and jaw. His dark eyes shimmered with desire.
“…”
So this is what he meant earlier, Juhyeon thought. It would be strange not to get turned on by this.
He bit his lower lip and arched his hips. Taemo, who had been pulling down his pants, let out a low chuckle.
“So you don’t think it’s dirty after all, huh?”
“…Just don’t suck it, seriously.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Taemo replied dismissively as he finished tugging his pants and underwear down. In his haste, they snagged around his knees, but he didn’t seem to mind. He shoved Juhyeon’s legs up, leaving his ass completely exposed. Juhyeon squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
Taemo didn’t even try to relax his lower half. He just rubbed the wet head of his cock against the entrance a few times. Whether it was because they’d been fucking just yesterday, or because he was too tense to even think about it, the entrance kept twitching, trying to swallow his cock whole. With a wet, squelching sound, he slowly pushed inside.
Both of them were slick with sweat and arousal, making the penetration smooth. The pressure of his cock forcing its way past the tight entrance made my body keep flinching. Then, Taemo pressed down hard on the back of my knees, grinding his hips even closer. Thud. The force of his thrust was so violent that the table rattled and shook.
“I thought you told me not to suck it.”
“…Hngh, what?”
I managed to answer, my hand still covering my mouth as I struggled to stifle my moans. Between my dangling legs, I met Taemo’s gaze as he lifted his head.
“You suck my cock so fucking well, but you won’t let me do the same. Isn’t that a little selfish?”
Taemo leaned forward slightly, his hand fumbling near their point of connection. His rough fingertips pressed, rubbed, and scratched at Juhyeon’s perineum. The relentless stimulation sent tremors through Juhyeon’s inner thighs.
“…You’re insane, Ahjussi. Please stop saying things like that.”
Taemo’s expression hardened, clearly displeased. Though he had become more familiar, his fierce features were still intimidating, making Juhyeon flinch. Right then, Taemo pushed past his inner walls, forcing his way inside. His hard cock crushed and probed the swollen, heat-filled interior.
“Have you ever fucked an older guy?”
Why the hell is he bringing that up again?
“Ah, ugh…! Do you think I have?!”
Taemo’s cock was rock-hard, its veins bulging and ridged. The relentless thrusting made the entrance swell and burn with heat. As Taemo tightened his muscles, his eye crinkled slightly.
“I’m not making shit up. You’re fucking sucking me dry. My cock’s gonna shrivel up from this.”
“…”
I want to shut that mouth. But with his legs pushed up and pinned, he couldn’t even fight back. The nonstop dirty talk was enough to bring him to tears. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to relax his muscles completely.
“Haa…”
Taemo let out a long breath, his lips curled into a smirk. He ran a hand roughly through his sweat-soaked hair, sending droplets streaming down his forehead and dripping onto Juhyeon’s chest. Every spot where the moisture touched felt like it was being seared. On top of that, the pillar of fire thrusting into him from below was making his mind haze over.
“Ah, ugh…”
Taemo gripped Juhyeon’s ankle with one hand. He propped his upper body up, his hips slamming into him with increasing speed. As the hand gripping his ankle kept sliding up, Juhyeon’s sneakers fell off, one by one—thud, thud. This time, Taemo hurriedly stripped away the rest of the pants and underwear that had been bunched up below his knees.
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