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Join the ServerDoyoon’s heart ached every time Seunghyun said things he didn’t mean. He hated hitting him, but it was the only way to make him come to his senses.
With one sharp tug, Doyoon ripped Seunghyun’s thin shirt open. The pale, heaving chest and those swollen pink nipples rose and fell rapidly. Tears streamed from the eyes that had been forced to the side; Seunghyun no longer dared look at him.
Doyoon leaned close, enunciating each syllable like carving them into stone.
“You’re never leaving this place. Not until you admit you love me.”
He sank his teeth hard into Seunghyun’s nape. Seunghyun trembled violently from the learned pain.
Doyoon stripped him without hesitation.
Seunghyun wished he could just black out. He couldn’t figure out where everything had gone wrong.
Even after leaving Korea for Canada, everything had seemed fine. No more birth-secret scandals—just time healing everything. That’s what he’d believed.
But that belief didn’t last long.
After Choi Young-gil died, Doyoon had suddenly shown up at the house in Canada.
When the doorbell rang, Seunghyun thought it was the caretaker and opened without thinking. Standing there was someone completely unexpected.
“…Doyoon?”
Black long coat. Only a few months had passed, but he looked different from the airport goodbye—gaunt, gloomier, yet more mature.
Seunghyun rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was dreaming. Shock outweighed joy.
“How… how did you find this place?”
Did Seunghee tell him?
“…I missed you.”
Doyoon answered casually, smiled faintly, and walked right in like he’d been invited.
He pulled out a kitchen chair, sat, and looked around.
“Nice house.”
“…”
“Well, Julia bought it for you, so of course it’s nice.”
Seunghyun’s eyes widened. How did he know that?
But there was no time to ask.
Doyoon continued, calm and quiet:
“So this is why you couldn’t even come to Dad’s funeral.”
The gentle scolding shut Seunghyun’s mouth like a clam.
That had been eating at him too.
Doyoon tilted his head.
“Choi Young-gil was kind of pathetic. He thought he abandoned you, but actually he was the one abandoned.”
Seunghyun avoided his gaze.
“What would I even do there.”
“I was really shocked. I thought you were the softest person ever, but when you cut someone off, you really cut them off clean. Dad… and me too.”
Doyoon’s eyes were dark pools, but Seunghyun deliberately looked away and missed it.
“I’m not even his real son.”
“…Is that really the only reason?”
When their eyes accidentally met, Doyoon’s gaze was bottomless.
Seunghyun suddenly felt like he was drowning.
Low voice:
“Was it actually that you didn’t want to see me?”
“…I’m sorry I couldn’t help with the funeral.”
His throat bobbed hard.
Silence stretched.
Finally Seunghyun gathered the courage:
“Are you… angry about that?”
Doyoon gave a hollow smile—like he’d given up on something.
“I told you. I just missed you so much.”
The words stabbed Seunghyun’s heart.
He had missed Doyoon terribly too.
But they were a pair that should never be together.
Seunghyun pretended to be unaffected, took tea bags from the cupboard, boiled water.
“…Did you come as my little brother?”
No answer from behind.
He couldn’t turn around.
Holding his breath:
“If not, just drink your tea and go. There’s nothing more to say between us. And don’t show up out of the blue like this. It’s too much.”
Footsteps.
Strong arms wrapped around him from behind.
Seunghyun’s breath stopped.
A low voice by his ear:
“Is it really impossible for me?”
Seunghyun bit his lip until it bled.
For Doyoon’s sake, he had to kill the feelings fast.
“…I told you. It’s a delusion.”
“What if it isn’t a delusion?”
“It doesn’t matter. You think the world will accept brothers feeling that way? We’d only get condemned. I… don’t want to live like that.”
Brief silence.
Seunghyun’s heart pounded.
Then the arms around him slowly loosened.
For a moment the emptiness felt cold.
Doyoon said:
“…Got it. Then just one cup of tea. I’ll leave after.”
When Seunghyun finally turned, Doyoon had looked heartbreakingly sad.
That was the last memory Seunghyun had of talking to him.
Everything after was blank.
Because the next time he opened his eyes, he was already somewhere else.
His mind snapped back to the present when Doyoon’s fingers started playing again.
While he’d been lost in memory, those thick, rough fingers had spread his thighs and were rubbing the most private spot.
Seunghyun’s stomach clenched in fear.
His pleading eyes met Doyoon’s.
“D-don’t…”
Doyoon ignored him, grabbed the lube from the nightstand, and squirted a cold stream between his legs.
Seunghyun flinched hard.
Two practiced fingers pushed in, scissoring to spread the gel deep.
When Doyoon spread them wide inside, Seunghyun let out a crushed moan.
He kept twisting, repeating the same words:
“You can’t do this… this is… a mistake.”
Doyoon laughed like it was hilarious.
“This must be our twentieth mistake? …No, thirtieth? Hundredth? You keep passing out, I lost count.”
Seunghyun’s face burned crimson with shame.
By then four fingers were buried inside, stretching the rim taut.
He thrashed to get them out, but when Doyoon started pumping his wrist like he’d fist him, terror froze Seunghyun rigid.
Muffled sobs leaked out.
Doyoon confirmed he was open enough—fingers came out slick with lube and fluids.
He pinned Seunghyun’s inner thighs with his knees, slowly unbuckled his belt.
The angry, veiny cock that sprang free looked monstrous.
Seunghyun hiccupped and tried to crawl back.
Doyoon was faster—grabbed his hips and spread him.
“N-no— urgh— AH—!”
No mercy.
The thick head forced past the ring and speared deep.
Despite Seunghyun’s resistance, his body swallowed it easily.
Doyoon immediately started thrusting.
His walls clenched hard around the invasion.
The brutal cock ravaged his insides like torture.
“Nngh— no— stop— ah—!”
Pain and stimulation made him claw the sheets.
He knew this was wrong, but his traitorous body—now conditioned—began to harden in response.
He felt like an animal that could no longer tell pain from pleasure.
Doyoon suddenly bit down on a nipple.
Seunghyun’s whole body jerked; vision flashed white.
Doyoon sucked hard enough to bruise, then released.
“You really need to learn how to be honest.”
“Hngh— I said— no— I hate—!”
Doyoon seized his cock.
Sudden grip on his most sensitive spot made Seunghyun curl.
But a few brutal thrusts later, his body obediently soaked up the pleasure.
Doyoon gripped his waist and slammed in.
Each hit against that swollen spot inside tore screams from him.
Seunghyun sobbed openly—mouth gaping, drooling, eyes rolling.
“Please— please— no— stop— don’t—”
White streaks painted his own stomach without permission.
Doyoon licked his ear.
“Just admit you love me. That’s all.”
“No— I don’t— hngh—!”
“There’s only us here. No scary outside world watching.”
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Ohhh doyoon once said in kanada, if seunghyun reject hım he gonna buy a house in a deserted mansion and put seunghyun in that mansion so this ep is like “what if” episodes. This is really sad l cant imagine doyoon like this in this time line he rape seonghyun and this is not romantic 💔 what ever l happy they finaly show up together and be happy. I wish they also show us their marriage cuz in last eps they slowly get close when they was in a relationship