Han Minwoo once again stood in front of the flashing cameras—but this time, it wasn't a scandal he was tied to. This time, he was back on top of the headlines.
The headlines read:
"BL Actor Han Minwoo Returns Alongside Superstar Ryu Jihan – A Miracle Comeback!"
"Han Minwoo Shines Again! Looking Like a Fictional Model at the Starlight Atelier Entertainment Press Conference"
"Industry Shocked as Han Minwoo Joins Ryu Jihan's Upcoming Series!"
After the media conference, Ryu Jihan took Minwoo's hand and led him off the stage. The camera flashes only grew louder, the entire industry buzzing with disbelief.
Jihan didn't say a word as he guided Minwoo to the car. Minwoo tried to keep his expression composed, though inside he was still in shock. I didn't even know about the press conference, he thought. Or that I'm going to be the lead in his new series…
The car door shut behind them with a heavy click. Minwoo exhaled deeply and glanced at Jihan, who sat calmly beside him, his cold eyes unreadable.
Minwoo (quietly): "Why didn't you tell me about this before?"
Jihan (coolly): "We made a contract this morning. You give me your body, and I give you your fame back."
Minwoo (nodding softly): "Yes… I remember."
Jihan turned to the driver.
Jihan (firmly): "Go straight home."
Driver: "Yes, sir."
Minwoo's eyes shifted nervously as he processed Jihan's words. Home? he thought. Then, the realization hit him like lightning.
His face slowly turned pale.
He gave me the lead role in his series... now it's my turn... to give him my body...
Minwoo swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper.
Minwoo: "...Does that mean we're going to have sex now?"
Minwoo's heart was racing.
Panicked, he searched his pockets for his phone—only to realize he had left it at home. His breathing grew shallow as he tried to calm himself, but the rising wave of anxiety was impossible to push back.
Calm down, Minwoo. It's just sex, he told himself. Go with him to his house, sleep with him... that's it. Why are you acting so dumb?
He tried to reason with himself, but the tension in his chest only grew tighter.
After all, doing it with a damn handsome man isn't the worst thing... right?
But then his thoughts spiraled again, screaming inside his head.
What the hell am I thinking?! I've never even done it before. This is my first time... I'm so nervous.
He sank back into the car seat, clenching his hands tightly, his thoughts spinning wildly between logic and panic.
"Why the hell did I accept his offer…" Minwoo whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.
The car finally came to a stop in front of a luxurious house. The driver stepped out and opened the door for Ryu Jihan. Without a word, Jihan climbed out. A second guard moved to the other side, opening the door for Minwoo.
Minwoo's legs trembled as he slowly stepped out. He followed Jihan in silence, though his mind was far from quiet. Thoughts raced through his head with every step toward the mansion's entrance.
Jihan walked ahead and disappeared into a large bedroom. Minwoo stopped just outside the door, frozen. Jihan turned to look at him, his voice steady and commanding.
"Come inside."
Minwoo hesitated, but he had made a deal. No matter what he was thinking now, he had agreed to give Jihan his body. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he stepped inside.
Minwoo sat down silently on the edge of the couch, keeping his eyes low. Across the room, Jihan removed his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. Minwoo couldn't help but glance up—and instantly regretted it. Jihan's chest was sculpted and strong, the kind of body that would make anyone's heart race.
Minwoo quickly looked away, face burning red.
Jihan slid his shirt off, tossing it aside before walking toward him with a calm, unreadable expression. Minwoo's heart felt like it might burst.
Jihan reached down, gently grabbing Minwoo's wrist.
"Let's take a shower," he said.
Minwoo's eyes met with Jihan's. He blinked, confused.
Minwoo: "Shower?"
Jihan: "Yes. You're all sweaty."
Minwoo stood up slowly. Jihan took off his coat gently, then started unbuttoning his shirt. Minwoo's face turned red, his body started to burn. He looked away, trying to calm himself down, but Jihan was already slipping off his shirt and walking toward the bathroom.
Minwoo followed him, his mind in chaos.
The bathroom was huge—bright, clean, and luxurious. Minwoo stepped inside and froze.
Jihan casually took off his pants.
Minwoo's eyes widened in shock. In front of him stood the superstar Ryu Jihan—completely naked.
He immediately shut his eyes. His heart thudded in his chest.
Jihan sat in the bathtub. The water reflected over his strong, sculpted body.
He looked at Minwoo with his usual cold gaze.
Jihan: "Take off your pants."
Minwoo couldn't breathe for a second. He stood there frozen, face burning. But in the end, he just followed Jihan's order. He closed his eyes and took off his pants, his whole body tense.
Jihan: "Come. Sit in the tub with me."
Minwoo wanted to disappear. His face was burning red. But he stepped forward slowly and sat down in the tub, barely breathing.
Jihan pulled him gently by the arm, pressing Minwoo's back against his chest. They lay down in the tub together, the water warm—but Minwoo's heart was racing like crazy.
Jihan could feel Minwoo's racing heartbeat. He gently traced his fingers across Minwoo's shoulder and whispered near his ear,
Jihan: "Just relax."
His lips were too close—Minwoo could feel the warmth of his breath.
They lay there in silence. After a while, Minwoo noticed Jihan wasn't moving. He slowly turned his head to look back—Jihan had fallen asleep. His face was so peaceful, so handsome.
Minwoo hesitated, then slowly lifted his hand, reaching out to touch his face.
But suddenly, Jihan's eyes opened.
Minwoo gasped and quickly turned away, completely flustered.
Jihan (calmly): "Let's go to bed."
Minwoo's heart was still racing.
Jihan and Minwoo sat on the bed, both wearing only bathrobes. Jihan gently held Minwoo's face and asked,
Jihan: "Have you ever slept with someone?"
Minwoo hesitated but finally replied,
Minwoo: "Nope."
Jihan's eyes flicked to Minwoo's lips.
Jihan: "What about kissing? Have you ever kissed someone?"
Minwoo shook his head,
Minwoo: "Nope."
Jihan traced his finger slowly over Minwoo's lips and said,
Jihan: "That means… this morning, when we kissed, it was your first."
Minwoo nodded shyly. Jihan's face stayed cold, showing no reaction. He lifted Minwoo's chin and kissed him softly. Minwoo's heart pounded loudly.
Jihan: "Han Minwoo, open your mouth."
Minwoo obeyed. Jihan kissed him again, this time with passion and roughness. His tongue felt the warmth of Minwoo's mouth.
Jihan looked at Minwoo's flushed face, then slid off his bathrobe from his chest. His hands traced over Minwoo's nipples. He kissed Minwoo's neck and licked gently.
Minwoo moaned softly.
Suddenly, Jihan pulled back and said,
Jihan: "Let's go to sleep."
Minwoo hurriedly tied his bathrobe back on. Jihan lay down, and Minwoo settled beside him. Jihan wrapped his arm around Minwoo's waist and closed his eyes, thinking to himself, I want to smell him all night.
Jihan's face was too close. His warm breath brushed against Minwoo's neck, making him stiffen. Jihan's arm was still wrapped tightly around his waist, refusing to let go.
Minwoo didn't move. He just lay there, frozen. He tried to sleep—but he couldn't.
It was the first time someone had held him so tightly in bed.
His thoughts swirled. What should I do? How long do I have to obey this man?
He didn't know what Jihan truly wanted.
He said he wanted my body… but he didn't do anything. And now— Minwoo glanced at him. He's sleeping like a baby…