Chapter 44: Pinned Down

The force binding his limbs and torso, rendering him completely unable to move, was overwhelming enough to make him flinch.

Han-geon, frozen in shock for a brief moment, began to struggle.

He couldn’t believe this situation—Eun-gyeol pinning him down as if subduing a criminal.

“Y-you—what the hell do you think you’re doing?

Stop it!”

“Why?”
A sharp scoff brushed against his back.
“Didn’t you say it wasn’t true?

Then show me.

What’s the big deal between friends?”

“Show you… what the hell are you even talking about?”

“Why are you pretending to be innocent, Han-geon?”
The gentle, laughing voice carried a distinct madness.
“Your hole.”

A damp, unpleasant breath crept right up to his ear.
“If you’d slept with Yoo Junseong, it’d be all loosened up and ruined by now.

Let’s check.”

“You crazy bastard!”

He wasn’t sane.

Han-geon couldn’t endure it anymore.

Twisting his body, he tried to reverse their positions and overpower Eun-gyeol, who was gripping his waistband, trying to strip him while keeping him pinned.

He managed to turn his body to face him—but only that far.

In the very next instant, Eun-gyeol moved faster.

With beastlike eyes flashing, Eun-gyeol seized Han-geon by the collar as he tried to rise and slammed him back onto the bed.

For years, Eun-gyeol had trained in self-defense for action roles.

His stubborn insistence on performing without stunts meant that the techniques he’d mastered were impressive enough to make even Han-geon admire them.

They weren’t enough to surpass someone who had lived his whole life through physical training—but even so, Han-geon was struggling.

Panting roughly, the two glared at each other like they wanted to kill.

“Huh… hhk…”

He looked like a wild beast.

Senses sharpened severalfold, moving purely on instinct, sweat pouring down—Eun-gyeol was overwhelmingly agile.

The murderous gleam in his eyes flashed like a honed blade.

It was terrifying.

Han-geon had almost never felt physically overpowered by anyone—he was a lifelong athlete, a respected bodyguard.

But in front of Eun-gyeol in rut, he felt himself growing weaker.

Something collapsed inside him with a crashing sound.

Disappointment, rage, and frustration rushed in to fill the void.

But the most overwhelming emotion was fear.

This bastard isn’t joking.

A chilling, violent shudder swept through his entire body.

What Eun-gyeol had just said wasn’t merely a threat.

The truth struck his skin sharply, impossible to deny, digging deep into him.

Even as he gasped for breath and looked up at him, Han-geon’s face showed disbelief.

“Are you… insane?

How can you do something like this—this kind of thing?!”

“You’re the one who’s crazy, Han-geon.”

Eun-gyeol smiled—beautifully.

“You said you like me.

Then you should be spreading your legs and begging me to f*ck you.

Why are you opening them for that bastard Yoo Junseong instead?”

“f*ck—shut your mouth!”

Unable to take it anymore, Han-geon reached out.

Grabbing Eun-gyeol by the collar, he lifted his legs with all his strength and threw him onto the bed, reversing their positions.

Harsh breaths filled the narrow space between them.

His chest expanded and contracted painfully with explosive excitement.

Yet even while pinned beneath him, Eun-gyeol showed no sign of panic.

Instead, he smiled lazily.

Only Han-geon was anxious, furious, shaken, and despairing.

Just because he liked Eun-gyeol didn’t mean he deserved to hear this kind of filth.

If Eun-gyeol found his feelings disgusting—if that was why he was acting this way—then he could curse him, rage at him, spit at him all he wanted.

But instead, Eun-gyeol kept mocking him by dragging other people into it, ridiculing him as though he were cheap and promiscuous, branding the feelings he’d cherished all this time as nothing more than shallow, worthless devotion.

That, more than anything, was unbearable.

“If you’re so innocent, then show me.

What’s the problem?”

Looking up at Han-geon with ease, Eun-gyeol curled his lips into a mocking smile.

“We’ve seen each other naked hundreds, thousands of times since we were kids.

I’ve seen your d*ck plenty.

What’s different about a hole?

Let me see.”

“You insane—f*cking lunatic…”

Don’t make all the time I’ve endured into a joke.

Those words never made it out.

He’d spent his entire life hiding, suppressing, enduring—and even now, as Eun-gyeol mocked and sneered freely, he couldn’t fire back properly.

Only pathetic curses spilled out.

Eun-gyeol didn’t seem affected in the slightest.

Suddenly, his body felt weightless.

Huh?—and then he was flipped.

The moment he hit the bed, he braced his knee and rolled again, pinning Eun-gyeol beneath him.

The bed creaked violently as they grappled back and forth.

“Don’t do this crazy shit.”

Han-geon’s growl tore through the air.

His hand, about to pin Eun-gyeol down by the collar, hesitated.

He’d faced men far bigger than Eun-gyeol countless times.

To fully subdue him, he needed to press his forearm against his throat and strike his weak point with his knee.

His mind screamed the instructions.

“…Haa… ha…”

But he couldn’t do it.

I’m supposed to protect him, not hurt him.

The truth grabbed the back of his head.

The instinct carved into his body—to protect Eun-gyeol—overrode reason.

It was absolute.

I won’t be able to overpower Eun-gyeol today.

The cold premonition branded itself into his mind.

That split-second hesitation became his undoing.

While Han-geon faltered out of instinctive concern, Eun-gyeol had no hesitation in his desire to dominate.

His solid hips thrust upward, and Han-geon was forced forward.

“Ugh!”

“Stop wasting your strength, hngh, Han-geon.”

A merciless hand seized his hair.

With a grip so strong it felt like his scalp would be torn off, Eun-gyeol slowly straddled his back.

“If you’ve got nothing to hide, just show me.

The more you dodge, the more suspicious it looks.”

A faint laugh even laced his voice.

Eun-gyeol was completely unhinged.

Nothing Han-geon said reached him.

As the ominous certainty that things would go exactly as Eun-gyeol wanted brushed his mind, strength surged back into his body despite himself.

“Bullshit, f*ck!

Let go—!”

With a scream, his pants were yanked down.

His underwear followed, baring his skin.

Goosebumps erupted instantly.

Eun-gyeol pressed both of Han-geon’s wrists to his waist with his knee and left hand, while the other stripped his pants down.

The sensation of fabric scraping past his skin to his knees was horrifying.

Han-geon thrashed, face buried in the pillow.

They’d seen each other’s bodies enough to be sick of it—but not like this.

Not this way.

“Let go—let go, you crazy bastard!”

“Stop wasting your strength.”

As his movements grew rougher, Eun-gyeol’s voice sharpened.

Leaning close, he chewed the words with a sick relish.

“If you struggle too hard, I’ll get hurt.

You know that, Han-geon.”

For some reason, those words made his body flinch—and go slack.

A soft laugh sounded behind him.

Scoffing, Eun-gyeol suddenly thrust his fingers forward into Han-geon’s line of sight.

Unsure what he wanted, Han-geon could only turn his head weakly, breathing hard.

“Suck.”

Eun-gyeol said it gently, eyes curving.

“…Cha… Eun-gyeol.”

“Hurry.

Before I do something even more fucked up here.”

His voice was more sincere than ever.

Clear and calm, brimming with an unbreakable will.

Panting, Han-geon shook his head.

He’d imagined it hundreds—thousands—of times, but there was no way he could actually suck his fingers like this.

As warned, Eun-gyeol’s patience was short.

As Han-geon exhaled, his mouth opening slightly, fingers shoved in mercilessly.

Han-geon instinctively clenched his teeth.

“U—mph…!”

“Go on, bite me, Han-geon.”

Unbothered, Eun-gyeol pressed down on his tongue with his fingers, laughing.

“We’re back to filming next week.

Go ahead—bite.

Let the whole country see the mark you left on me.”

A cunning, venomous whisper—like a snake’s.

And yet, his jaw slackened helplessly.

Gasping, all he could do was endure the fingers rummaging inside his mouth.

Saliva dripped down his chin like a drooling dog.

Eun-gyeol showed no hesitation at all in touching inside his mouth.

Before he knew it, there were two fingers.

Holding them between his lips, Han-geon barely managed to turn his head and glare at Eun-gyeol viciously.

“So our Han-geon can look at me like that too.”

“…ha, haa… th-that… and… it…”

“Kind of disappointing, but… it’s a different feeling.”

I thought it’d be disgusting.

Those added words stabbed painfully into his chest, leaving him frozen.

He knew how wrong this was.

He knew he should fight harder, refuse more fiercely.

But Eun-gyeol possessed countless weapons that rendered him powerless.

After toying with his mouth for a long while, the fingers finally withdrew.

As Han-geon gasped and tried to turn his body—

Something touched a place it should never touch.

The same fingers—still wet with his saliva.