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Chapter 109: Secretly Dating
by GideonThe continuous friction had brought him to the brink of premature ejaculation. The problem was, the sensation was completely different from usual.
“Haa… Z-Zion. Wait. Stop…”
His inner thighs throbbed, convulsing with every thrust.
This urgent need to come. This fear that he couldn’t hold it back. It was a dangerous signal he’d felt before.
“Stop, stop, Zion. Don’t.”
Usually, someone would at least hesitate when told to stop, but Zion seemed even more fired up, refusing to pause.
“Ugh! Z-Zion…”
There was only one way left.
“Zion! Hyung, it hurts!”
He blurted out the lie in desperation.
Zion stopped for a brief moment. Truly, if he’d been a second later, the bed would have been a complete mess.
Jubin gasped for air, his chest heaving.
“Liar.”
A faint smile traced Zion’s lips as he licked Jubin’s lips thoroughly, making it clear he wasn’t fooled.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
As if his secret had been exposed, a flush crept up Jubin’s face, staining his ears and neck a deep crimson.
“You… You’re still doing this, even after I said it hurts…!”
He pulled Jubin tighter against him, whispering into his ear, “Do you think I don’t know you want to come, Hyung?”
I’m screwed. Do Zion has completely lost it.
“N-no. Let… go.”
“Hyung. Show it only to me.”
“Hngh… You’ve already seen it!”
As if to prove a point, he drove his cock all the way in, burying it to the root. Jubin arched his back, swallowing a scream.
“Yeah, I want to see it again. Show me.”
This young Alpha had no shame. He was desperate to see that messy fountain show and cum inside him at the same time.
“Do Zion, you really…!”
I’m going to come. Jubin sobbed in protest, pushing against him with all his might, but the man didn’t budge an inch—he was a solid wall.
Their skin met, slick with a mixture of their fluids, making a wet, slapping sound with every thrust.
“Hyung, I’m going to come inside.”
Zion’s voice was sweet as he announced his imminent release. The shift to casual speech stripped away a layer of formality, adding a jolt of raw excitement.
How am I supposed to refuse him when he’s like this?
“Ah… Hurry, just do it.”
With Jubin’s eager permission, Zion pressed his body flush against him, leaving no gap between them. He began to thrust with explosive force, driving himself deep without mercy. Jubin’s voice broke into a strangled moan.
Finally, a clear fluid erupted from the tip of Jubin’s cock. The liquid drenched their hips and thighs, soaking the sheets in a messy blur.
Jubin writhed in pleasure, sobbing as Zion pressed his pelvis hard against him, trying to pump every last drop of semen deep into his womb.
Jubin’s toes curled as he hit a powerful climax. Panting heavily, his gaze completely unfocused, he blamed Zion.
“…Do Zion, you… you’re such a cheat.”
The clear fluid Jubin had released and the semen Zion had poured out mixed, coating their abdomens and groins in a messy smear.
“It’s because you’re too pretty, Hyung.”
They both knew. The Heat was already over, and the chip had been re-implanted. No matter how much he came inside him, pregnancy was impossible.
They knew, but…
“Hyung, want to go again?”
Zion pressed a series of bird-like kisses to Jubin’s forehead, his question an urgent plea.
Driven by the impulse to experience that peak over and over again, Jubin slowly nodded.
“Yes… let’s do it.”
After that, they clung to each other like people driven to the edge of a cliff, their bodies entwined, holding onto one another as if their lives depended on it.
They dared to soothe the emptiness they couldn’t put into words, trying to bridge the gap with the language of their bodies. It was a clumsy, unrefined, yet deeply tender kind of love.
And so, their unique way of loving flowed quietly on.
As the automatic doors slid open, the sharp scent of hospital disinfectant mingled with the faint, lingering musk of other patients, hitting Jubin’s nose.
The lobby was a cacophony of footsteps and low, buzzing conversations, the noise feeling unusually loud as he hurried through.
In the elevator, Jubin’s hands were full of gifts—a physical manifestation of his desperate wish for a speedy recovery.
The inpatient ward, in stark contrast to the lobby, was draped in a heavy silence. Passing the lounge, he stopped before the room CEO Moon Woo-jin had specified, his eyes confirming the nameplate: Lee Seo-rim.
Through the doorway, he saw Seo-rim’s back, lying in the bed by the window and staring at his phone.
Though he looked haggard from his long hospitalization, his complexion seemed better than Jubin had feared. A wave of relief washed over him.
“Seo-rim.”
“Huh? Teacher!”
With a neck brace still on, Seo-rim skillfully shifted his body to sit up and greeted Jubin with a bright smile.
Thank goodness, Jubin thought. He seems back to the cheerful Seo-rim I know.
“Here, give this to your mom. It’s a fatigue recovery supplement. And this is lip balm. Your lips get dry all the time.”
“I was actually just about to buy some!”
Jubin placed a paper bag on the shelf, filled with a fashion magazine Seo-rim would enjoy and other essentials he might need.
“Teacher, let’s go to the lounge.”
After all, the shared ward was too crowded for a serious conversation.
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
Once they sat across from each other in the lounge, Jubin’s heart ached with pity at the sight of Seo-rim’s face.
“The surgical wound… it’s still there, right?”
“My doctor said I’m incredibly lucky. It missed my vital organs, and the wound wasn’t as deep as they thought.”
“Thank god,” Jubin said, his relief palpable. He’d been terrified that Seo-rim might never get back to a normal routine.
“I look like a mess, don’t I…?” Seo-rim offered a self-deprecating smile.
“Why would you say that?”
“You knew, didn’t you? That I was just blindly copying you.”
Jubin had noticed. First it was the clothes, then the hair, then his phone and accessories. One day, Seo-rim had even shown up wearing the exact same outfit Jubin had worn the day before. The other students had noticed too, often commenting that they looked like brothers.
“Our builds and looks are similar, so I just figured we had the same taste,” Jubin said. “And besides, who am I to care? So what if you copy my style?”
“That’s fine,” I said, adding the words casually so he wouldn’t overthink it. But Seo-rim’s grip on my hand tightened, his knuckles white.
“The truth is… I was jealous of you.”
“Of me?”
I had no idea. I’d assumed it was just a mild case of admiration. Had his feelings been deeper than that?
“I’ve always been told I look like you. Even he… He told me he liked that I resembled you.”
I should have taken the compliment for myself and let the comparison fall on someone else, but Seo-rim clearly couldn’t do that.
“Every time we met, he’d subtly look up the clothes you wore and tell me I should dress like that. He’d say I should change my way of speaking, and if I just lowered my voice a little, I’d truly be just like you.”
While Seo-rim was with that lunatic, his self-esteem had been utterly shattered.
“He kept telling me that if I did that, people would feel a sense of nostalgia for me…”
It was classic gaslighting. He’d framed it as if Seo-rim were flawed, then made him blame himself whenever he tried to break free from the narrative his ex had forced upon him.
Seo-rim lowered his head, his clasped hands tightening.
“I’m me, but he kept looking for you in me. It was driving me crazy. So when I told him we should break up, the bastard lost his mind…”
“Right. You’re not my clone, so I don’t know why he projected me onto you so much.”
“He was just a lunatic who wanted a famous boyfriend.”
Jubin knew the feeling all too well.
Did they just see me as some kind of collector’s item or a figure?
Every single person who had approached him, claiming to love him based on their own fantasies, had shown their true colors the moment those illusions shattered. Without fail, they’d all broken up with him, revealing their ugly sides.
“Just think of this as a stepping stone to finding someone better,” Jubin said. “I’m sure there’s someone out there who will love you exactly as you are.”
Seo-rim’s lips trembled. He asked in a voice heavy with defeat, “…Have you ever met someone like that, sir? Someone who accepts you exactly as you are?”
At those words, Zion’s voice, the way he looked at him, his gentle touch, and the smallest memories of him filled Jubin’s heart to the brim.
“Yeah. He appeared because I wanted it so badly. If you don’t give up, you’ll find someone too.”
The thought of Zion brought an involuntary smile to Jubin’s lips.
“Teacher… you’re dating someone, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not.”
Jubin denied it flatly. Surprisingly, Lee Seo-rim was quite the gossip when it came to other people’s love lives. Jubin knew how quickly rumors could spread, so he drew a hard line immediately.
“I don’t even have time to date while I’m preparing for my next project.”
“Oh, come on. It’s so obvious. Your eyes are literally sparkling right now.”
“My eyes have always sparkled.”
Seo-rim quickly scanned their surroundings. After confirming no one else was listening, he leaned in close and whispered, “Is it… Do Zion?”
“Why? Because we were together that day?”
Jubin had anticipated this exact question, which allowed him to ask it back without a hint of surprise.
“Do Zion sent a coffee truck on the day of the full script reading.”
Do Zion was the anonymous fan who sent the coffee truck? For a moment, time seemed to stand still as shock washed over Jubin.
“Who told you that?”
“I accidentally overheard CEO Moon on the phone with the coffee truck owner.”
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