In the heat of the moment, Kiyonari's hand slid downward, slow enough for Soo-hyun to feel every inch of the movement. The moment his fingertips brushed against bare skin, Soo-hyun jolted—his breath hitched, and his body tensed like a startled string pulled too tight.
Kiyonari froze for a heartbeat.
Then, with deliberate gentleness, he let his hand settle. His palm curved around Soo-hyun's penis, holding it as though afraid the boy might break if he used even a fraction of more force. His thumb moved first—one soft stroke sweeping along its foreskin. Warmth radiated from the contact, sinking into him like heat spreading through cold limbs.
Soo-hyun shivered. He let out soft and sweet moans. "Ah~! Mhm... ahhh... ngh..."
His skin prickled, the sensation rippling through him in a wave that felt dangerously close to pleasure. His breath trembled out of him. Something inside him tightened, drawn toward that warmth like a magnet he couldn't resist.
Kiyonari gawking down at him.
His eyes tracked every twitch of Soo-hyun's lashes, every tiny parting of his lips, every silent gasp he tried and failed to suppress. Each stroke of Kiyonari's thumb was careful, measured, and meant soothe. Yet it only made Soo-hyun's pulse jump faster.
The Omega squeezed his legs together—instinctive and defensive.
Kiyonari's hand, caught between his thighs mid-motion, stilled.
The fabric of Soo-hyun's clothes brushed against Kiyonari's knuckles, and the sudden closeness sent a sharp breath escaping from the Alpha's throat. Muscles rippled under Kiyonari's shirt as he restrained himself shoulders tightening.
Soo-hyun's eyes fluttered, panic and desire mixing in their hazy depths as he realized what he'd done. How close he'd pulled Kiyonari's hand without meaning to.
Kiyonari swallowed hard.
"Director Je..." He murmured, voice low, strained, almost cracking.
The heat from Soo-hyun's body seeped into his palm, wrapping around his control like a vice.
He didn't pull away.
He simply held still—caught in the fragile, burning space between instinct and restraint.
Slowly, painfully, his fingers curled just slightly, as if to anchor Soo-hyun—to ground him, that he was still in control.
Kiyonari pursed his lips and said, "Let me help you... release. It must be painful to keep it in."
Kiyonari's hand gripped around the boy's cock and moved faster. His motions carried a sense of urgency now, a trembling restraint beneath every sweep of his palm.
The sudden shift pulled a sound out of Soo-hyun before he could stop himself.
"Ah—"
A groan slipped from his throat, raw and shaky, his breath cutting halfway through. The sound wasn't loud, but it was enough to echo in Kiyonari's ears like a spark thrown into dry wood. Soo-hyun's body arched slightly, instinctively seeking relief from the storm building inside him.
His fingers curled weakly into the sheets, gripping them as if they were the only thing tethering him into reality.
Another sound escaped him—this one softer, broken at the edges, half a gasp and half a moan. His voice trembled, laced with the confusion of pain and feeling good.
Kiyonari stiffened. Soo-hyun's arm draped around his shoulder, pulling his face closer.
"Haaaa... ahhh~ d-don't move... ngh... so fast... slow—ly...!"
The noise hit him like a blow. His breath stuttered, shoulders tightening as every instinct inside him roared to answer the Omega's plea. His jaw clenched hard, the muscle twitching near his ear as he fought to stay calm.
"Director Je..." He whispered, almost a warning to himself.
Soo-hyun squeezed his eyes shut. His cheeks were flushed deep red, his breathing uneven and shallow. "I-I can't..." He muttered, unable to finish the sentence as another small, desperate sound pushed its way out of him.
Kiyonari's hand paused for the briefest second.
Then, with barely audible exhale, he continued—gentler this time, steadying his touch as if trying to guide Soo-hyun through the overwhelming tide rising within him.
His movements were deliberate, and reassuring rather than to provoke.
Still, the room felt too warm.
Kiyonari's heartbeat pounded against his ribs, loud enough to make his cheek tinge pink.
"Soo-hyun," he murmured, voice low, strained.
The boy tugged even tighter to him as he slowly felt a strange feeling crawling up inside. Soo-hyun opened his quivering lips, "I-I think... I'm gonna... something's coming out!" He cried, as if a baby pleading for comfort.
"Go ahead," Kiyonari whispered on his ear, "let it out."
The deep rasp of Kiyonari's voice, and the intense stroke of his big hand, sent a sweet sensation down his spine. In the middle of trance and ecstasy, Soo-hyun's hips slightly swayed while his crotch was being violated immensely.
He moaned loudly with every movement—his eyes glazed in frenzied pleasure. Then, heightened by the intensity, his penis shook prepping to erupt any second.
"—I'm cumming~!"
Splurt—
A thick white liquid gushes out from the tip, squirting around the bedsheet and on to his stomach. Soo-hyun slightly lifted his hips, trembling tremendously as he climaxed.
"Mhhmm~ haaaa...!"
Soo-hyun grunts softly as he is finally able to release. He felt relief it was over rather than just reaching orgasim.
Meanwhile, Kiyonari gazed down at his messy hand—covered in full amount of semen on his palm.
His eyes shook in something beastly. His panting became unstable.
But he clenched his hand tight, whilst brushing the idea off his mind. No, this isn't right. He thought to himself as realization hit him.
Calm down...
Kiyonari jerked back as if burned, rising to his feet so quickly the bed dipped from the sudden loss of his weight. His breath hitched. His eyes widened with raw shock flashing across them, followed by a crushing wave of realization.
His fingers shook. His chest tightened. What... did I just do? I gave him a handjob!
For a moment, he could only stare down at Soo-hyun, who lay there breathing softly, the faint outline of pleasure was still visible on his face. The sight made Kiyonari's stomach twist with something between guilt and terror.
You absolute idiot. The words thundered his skull. What the hell were you thinking?! Touching him like that?! And jerked off your boss!
He dragged in a sharp breath. His hand rose halfway, as though to cover his mouth, but he stopped himself, clenching it into a tight fist instead. His pulse pounded hard, almost painful.
This wasn't just crossing a line—it was obliterating it.
Kiyonari squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing the shiver rising in his throat.
He hadn't meant to do it. He hadn't wanted to take advantage. It wasn't just desire, it was instinct, desperation to touch Soo-hyun—an Omega.
Damn it. Damn it!
His thoughts in self-condemnation.
How could I have lost control right in front of him?! This is unbelievable...
This has to stop!
Kiyonari's shoulders sagged as he exhaled, a shaky breath escaping him.
As he steadied himself, forcing himself to step away, he suddenly felt another pull. This time, not at his sleeve, but at the fabric of his pants.
His breath seized. He looked down.
Soo-hyun had pushed himself upright again—barely unsteadily—and those glazed eyes, hazy with heat and desperation, were now fixed on something else entirely. His fingers curled into the fabric of Kiyonari's slacks, tugging with intent that sent a jolt of panic straight through him.
"S-Sir—!" Kiyonari's voice cracked before he snapped back to reality.
He immediately grabbed Soo-hyun by the shoulders and pushed him back—firm but not harsh, just enough to break the contact. Soo-hyun wavered from the shift, blinking as if confused to have been stopped.
Kiyonari winced, clenching his jaw too tightly that a muscle in his cheek twitched.
"Tsk—! Enough... please stop, Director Je." His tone came out harsher than intended, strained with panic and self-control. "You... you have to take your medication right now!"
Soo-hyun didn't answer, only staring at him with those unfocused, burning eyes—the kind that made any Alpha's beast instinct scream.
Kiyonari tore his gaze away before it could swallow him whole.
"... Stay here." His voice dropped into something low, commanding, almost pleading with himself. "Don't move. I'll get your suppressant."
Yet, Soo-hyun was persistent to stop him from going anywhere. He grabbed Kiyonari's pants without hesitation.
Kiyonari faltered. "D-Director! What are you—?!"
Soo-hyun's eyes widened in awe, eyeing a big bulge on his slack. It wasn't as though Kiyonari was clueless about his own erection—he chose to ignore it for the sake of his boss and to avoid any further contact with an Omega... which could possibly trigger his rut.
He clenched down his temple in restraint.
Soo-hyun sneered. "... You say you don't want to... but it seems down here say otherwise." He pressed his face closer against the big bump, while smiling mischievously.
It was a temptation enough for Kiyonari to snap and possibly losses his self-control. All that resistance became nothing once Soo-hyun's seduction hit him.
He didn't move as he gawked at Soo-hyun—started to unzipped his pants—then revealed a rock hard humongous cock. It was different from his, it has a beautiful color that matched Kiyonari's skin, the shape was unbelievably right, the girth had a hue of pinkish color—it looked beautiful with its twice the size.
Soo-hyun was too stunned to speak. He was frozen still, only staring intensely at Kiyonari's monstrous crotch. There was no amount of words that could describe how much, for brief moment, Soo-hyun feared his small mouth ripping in half and wreck his throat. Let alone his hole.
There's now way... he thought to himself. No way this big thing could fit me!
Panic surged through him so sharply it stole the breath from his lungs. A sudden wave of dizziness rolled over Soo-hyun—so strong and blinding—that his vision wavered as the room tilted sideways.
Before he could steady himself, his knees buckled.
His body gave out completely.
He collapsed backward onto the bed with a soft but heavy thud, the air knocked from his chest. His fingers twitched helplessly against the sheets as the world around him blurred, then darkened.
Kiyonari jolted at the sight, his entire body snapping forward in alarm.
"Director Je!" He shouted, voice cracking. "Director!"
His voice echoed again, louder, and sharper, the fear unmistakable. "Sir, can you hear me?!"
But Soo-hyun couldn't answer.
The world around him drifted into a muffled haze, like he was sinking beneath deep water. The sound of Kiyonari's frantic calls repeated in his mind, growing faint, stretched thin like distant echoes.
Then even that vanished. Everything went dark.
Soo-hyun slipped fully into unconsciousness—leaving Kiyonari's desperate voice as the last thing varied into the silence.
*****
Meanwhile, Taehan flopped down on the couch with a restless groan. His head rolled back against the cushions, his face was flushed. Partly from the alcohol, and from the adrenaline that still lingered in his veins.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, breathing out a long sigh as if nothing at all had happened back at the bar. No guilt, regret, nor fear. Just annoyance and a faint, simmering satisfaction.
When he shifted to the side, a sharp sting spread across his cheek.
"Tch—ugh... shit." He hissed quietly, brows pulling together. There, in the bathroom mirror, the bruise bloomed clearly—darkening around his cheekbone.
He tilted his head slightly, examining the mark.
Damn it... that guy got me really good. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, as if he found his situation amusing.
Then, footsteps. Heavy and hurried ones.
"Taehan, where have you been?" A voice called from the hallway.
He turned his head lazily toward the door.
"I've been calling you since earlier, but you weren't answering—!"
[?!]
Taehan brushed his hair back with a careless flick, not even looking bothered. "Oh, sorry about that, hyung. My phone battery died. Didn't know you were calling."
The man standing at the door named Siwon froze mid-breath. His expression twisted when he finally noticed the bruise.
"Taehan—what happened to your face?!" He exclaimed, stepping closer.
Taehan walked past him as if he hadn't heard the question. "It's nothing..."
But Siwon grabbed his arm firmly. "What do you mean by nothing?" His brows furrowed deeper, concern edging into panic. "Tell me what happened. Where did you get that bruise?"
"I can smell alcohol on you. Did you drink again?"
Taehan's steps halted. He looked down at Siwon's hand on his arm, then slowly lifted his gaze to meet his eyes.
A brief pause.
"Whose fault do you think it is?" Taehan said, tone flat, sharp, and without a trace of hesitation.
"Huh?" Siwon blinked in confusion. "What are you talking about? Are you saying this is my fault?"
Taehan's eyes drifted away, toward the dim living room lights. His voice came out colder now.
"I agree to your condition... because you told me I couldn't continue doing what I want unless I showed my father that I care about this family." His tone mimicked the phrase mockingly.
Siwon's shoulders stiffened. A guilt-ridden flinch crossed his face.
"But tell you what, hyung." Taehan slowly leaned down, lowering his voice as his breath brushed Siwon's cheek. "I never cared what people think about me or what this family expects of me."
His smirk curled, sharp and cutting.
"It was only you who wanted to push the idea for me to be an Alpha everyone expected to be like."
He stepped closer until Siwon could see the faint bruise up close, dark, and accusing.
"So yes," Taehan whispered, voice dropping into something venomous, "it is your fault. All of this is your fault, Siwon hyung."
Siwon's eyes widened, stunned.
A crack formed in his composure—a split-second of realization, doubt, and guilt merging all at once. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether everything he'd done was truly for the sake of the family... or for his own selfish vision of what Taehan should do and be.
Taehan watched the conflict swirl in his eyes and narrowed his gaze, cold and unyielding.