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Doyoon frowned at the mess.
“Aigoo, it got everywhere inside too. Let’s go home and wash up quick.”
Seunghyun had no strength left to resist. Nothing remained—no plan, no weapon, no hope.
Doyoon did exactly what he said. Put him back in the car, drove “home,” scrubbed every grain of sand from his body. Then, while Seunghyun sat limp as a doll, he fastened a pair of ankle shackles—joined by a one-meter chain.
Kneeling, Doyoon looked up at him.
“I really didn’t want to use these. You understand why, right?”
“…”
“I was genuinely terrified earlier. I already warned the housekeeper too—no more incidents. I’m sorry I left anything dangerous within reach. All the knives are hidden now.”
He pressed hot lips to Seunghyun’s kneecap, lashes fluttering upward.
“Don’t make Doyoonie sad anymore.”
The face looked heartbreakingly sorrowful—like it was telling the truth.
Seunghyun watched blankly as Doyoon laid him down and climbed on top. His own face was painted with despair.
“…What do you even gain from all this?”
Doyoon widened his eyes, genuinely puzzled.
“You, obviously.”
Doyoon tsked and seized Seunghyun’s arm with crushing strength. No amount of struggling moved it an inch.
He forced Seunghyun face-down on the bed.
Long, elegant fingers rubbed between his cheeks. Seunghyun shuddered.
The dark red cock brutally pried him open, plunged in, pulled out—over and over.
His hole—now hopelessly trained—swallowed the monstrous length like it belonged there. When it dragged out, the rim clung so tightly it almost turned inside out.
“Hngh— ngh— no— ah— stop—!”
Every merciless thrust nailed his prostate dead-on. The sheer size alone would have wrecked him, but Doyoon knew his body too well—three strokes and Seunghyun was leaking helplessly.
Doyoon felt a pang of resentment at the constant “no.” He brought one huge palm down on the pale ass—SMACK! Seunghyun clenched hard with a sharp cry. A red handprint bloomed.
From behind, Doyoon hugged him close.
“Your hole loves it. Why do you only ever say you hate it?”
“Hn— you— you can’t— do this to me…”
“Because we’re brothers?”
Doyoon half-mocked.
Then came the completely unexpected answer:
“This isn’t the right fate… This novel isn’t supposed to end like this…”
“…What?”
“You were supposed to end up with Bae Jian…!”
Doyoon was so dumbfounded he decided the nonsense wasn’t worth answering.
But as days passed, Seunghyun only got worse.
He repeated the same delirious claims: he wasn’t the real Choi Seunghyun, this world was a novel, Doyoon was meant to marry Bae Jian and have a happy ending with kids—so please let him go and fix the story.
“…”
The failed escape had clearly broken his mind. Doyoon had planned to show him escape was impossible anyway, but that day on the beach had worked too well.
He stood Seunghyun in front of the full-length mirror, slowly f*cking him from behind. Obscene wet sounds leaked between his legs.
Seunghyun’s palms pressed flat against the glass; his face was flushed crimson, drool dripping, eyes vacant—utterly consumed by lust.
Every time he tried to look away, Doyoon squeezed his cock until pain forced his gaze back.
“I’m supposed to marry Bae Jian?”
“Y-yes— ngh—!”
“But marriage… isn’t it for the person you do this with? Like you and me.”
He gripped the narrow hips and came with a growl. Bubbles of semen frothed at the join, then trickled down Seunghyun’s thighs in thin white threads.
Seunghyun’s legs shook from the load inside.
Doyoon sank onto the mattress, pulling Seunghyun into his lap.
Seunghyun babbled on like a madman:
“In that novel you two even had a son and a daughter…”
Doyoon, genuinely baffled:
“Then what happens to Hyung?”
“I…”
Seunghyun suddenly shut up, as if struck.
Then more delirious muttering:
“So that’s why…? No matter what I do, I can’t escape that ending…? I die anyway…?”
“Who’s dying…”
Before Doyoon could stop the nonsense, tears suddenly poured.
Seunghyun clawed at the arms around his waist, sobbing:
“Didn’t I treat you well? How can you do this to me…?”
The way he bit his lip and hiccupped—fragile, pitiful—reminded Doyoon of the beach breakdown, only worse.
He panicked, tried to soothe him.
“First of all, Bae Jian married Hwang Yeon-seok. So the ending you read is already wrong.”
“…What?”
A fat tear rolled down.
Doyoon sighed—if it mattered that much, he’d play along.
“But I’m the male lead, right? So the person I choose becomes the female lead.”
Seunghyun stared blankly into the mirror, meeting the eyes of the man embracing him from behind.
Mirror-Doyoon whispered against his ear:
“You’re not going to die. I’ll write the ending. From now on, you’re the female lead.”
He nipped the earlobe and let go.
Mad or not, it didn’t matter. Maybe it was better this way—no one else would ever see him again.
Seunghyun looked like he’d been hit by lightning.
All he managed was:
“…Huh?”
Doyoon smiled gently.
“So have my children for me.”
He captured Seunghyun’s chin and kissed him deep. Thick tongue scraped the roof of his mouth until the world blurred again.
Somehow Seunghyun was on his back, legs spread wide once more.
Doyoon—still inside, already hard again—kissed a nipple and asked:
“You’ll give me babies, right, Hyung? Better than dying.”
Seunghyun could only stare blankly.
Doyoon thrust hard a few times, demanding an answer.
“Hah— ngh— yes—!”
The broken cries sounded exactly like agreement.
Doyoon hugged him tight.
“Good. Then we’ll live happily here forever. You’re all I have.”
He beamed and kept moving.
Seunghyun mewled beneath him like a kitten.
It wasn’t the future Doyoon had once imagined, but this was good enough.
Because the day Seunghyun truly loved him back would never come anyway.
“GASP!”
Doyoon jolted awake at dawn, limbs twitching like he’d been shocked. His heart hammered so loudly he could hear it.
The dream had been too vivid—too real.
He saw the familiar ceiling of their cozy Seoul apartment, but fear still clung to him.
He sat up, glanced beside him—Seunghyun breathing peacefully in his sleep.
With a trembling hand he lifted the blanket.
Clothes intact. No bruises on the visible arms or neck.
Only then did he exhale in relief.
Not that gloomy Canadian mansion—just their little love nest in Seoul.
The sound woke Seunghyun.
He blinked blearily, voice thick with sleep.
“What’s wrong again?”
He lifted the blanket; Doyoon crawled in immediately.
Doyoon buried his face against Seunghyun’s chest, listening to the steady heartbeat.
“…I had a really scary dream.”
Seunghyun chuckled softly.
“You need to take some tonics, seriously.”
He placed a hand on Doyoon’s head, stroked a few times, and drifted off again.
That voice, that touch—Doyoon calmed faster than ever.
He whispered to the sleeping man:
“I love you.”
A sleepy mumble in return:
“Mmm… me too.”
Doyoon let out one last relieved breath and gently wrapped both arms around Seunghyun’s waist.
Under their quiet breathing, the nightmare of a single night dissolved without a trace.
A dream he would never have again.
The End – Side Stories Complete
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