Chapter 14: The Door He Finally Opened

“Good. You did well. If you hadn’t done this… you wouldn’t be able to hear his voice anymore now….”

Seungju muttered in a frightened voice, curled up tightly in the corner of the bed.
If Seonyul quit voice acting and disappeared, he would have to endure the rest of his life with nothing but the recordings he had collected so far.

By some twist of fate, he had obtained Seonyul’s phone number, but they weren’t real acquaintances, and a phone number was something that could be changed at any time.

‘What do I do?’
‘How am I supposed to keep him?’

In the end, Seungju clung to him—someone with nowhere to go—and begged until he barely managed to bring him to his house.

‘Scary….’

The house was so large that staff came to work three times a week, but Seungju never once left his room during those times.
After living like that for nine years, he might have developed social anxiety.

Of course, even with Seonyul coming over, he had no intention of facing him directly.
And yet, his vision blurred and breathing became difficult.

“Wh-when is he coming…?”

Seungju’s body trembled violently.
He repeatedly inhaled and exhaled deeply, but his erratic breathing showed no sign of calming down.
Regret crept in—maybe he shouldn’t have told him to come.
But still…

‘His voice….’

Until now, Seungju had arbitrarily assumed that Kang Seonyul must speak gently in real life as well.
His voice in recordings was always calm and neatly controlled.

But unlike what he imagined, Seonyul’s actual manner of speaking was sharp.
Maybe it was because he had just cried his eyes out.

Learning a new side of him made Seungju’s chest swell.
He swallowed hard as he recalled the automatically saved call recording on his phone.

“I-I’m just keeping it for myself.”

He knew it was wrong to record and keep a call containing someone else’s weakness,
but as always, Seungju failed to restrain the desire that slowly bloomed inside him.

Ding-dong.

The doorbell echoed through the house.
Seungju, who had buried his face in his knees, jolted upright.

He’s here!

Seungju hurriedly climbed off the bed.
He had to open the front gate first, then the entrance door.

Opening his bedroom door, he rushed down the stairs and approached the intercom at the entrance.
Filled with anticipation, he looked at the screen—but Seonyul’s face was hidden behind an umbrella.

Seungju opened the front gate first.
A faint clanking sound echoed as the gate unlocked.

‘Open the entrance door, then run back to my room right away.’

His heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest.
Timing it so that Seonyul would be standing in front of the entrance after crossing the yard, Seungju pressed the unlock button.

“…….”

Why isn’t he coming in?
He pressed the button again, but once more, time passed and the door lock re-engaged.
He was certain Seonyul had entered through the gate and into the yard.
Approaching the window, Seungju peeked through the curtain, but it was too dark to see clearly.

Seungju dashed up to the second floor and grabbed his phone.
Summoning his courage, he called Seonyul, but only the ringing tone continued endlessly, without connecting.

“Wh-what do I do…?”

He had to open the entrance door and check what was going on.
The problem was that Seungju hadn’t gone beyond the entrance in nine years.
He came back down the stairs, but hesitated, unable to touch the door handle.
The door felt enormous, as if it reached the edge of the sky.

Scary.
Scary.
Scary.

Seungju’s body shook like a leaf.
He wanted to run back to his room immediately and hide under the covers.

‘Cough, cough.’

Seonyul’s coughing, which had flowed into his ears through the phone earlier, came back to him.
He had said his house was flooded.
And outside the window, rain was still pouring relentlessly.

‘Don’t tell me….’

Swallowing nervously, Seungju pressed the door lock release button firmly.

Click—the lock slid open.

Forcing his stiffened arm to move, Seungju barely managed to grab the doorknob.

Just open and close it once.
Just check.

It’s okay.
It’s okay….

He squeezed his eyes shut and gently pushed the door open.

“Huh?”

As he stuck his head out and squinted, the first thing he saw was a black umbrella.

It lay carelessly sprawled right in front of the entrance.
And beneath the umbrella…

“…V-Voice Actor.”

A man lay collapsed, face-down on the ground.

Panicking, Seungju stretched out his arm and grabbed his sleeve.
Through the soaked clothes, he felt a burning body temperature.

Using both hands, Seungju dragged him inside inch by inch.
Sweat poured down as he tried to pull him in without hurting him.

It would have been easier to go outside and carry him in, but even reaching beyond the doorway was agony for Seungju.
After much struggle, he finally got the man inside the entrance.

The door slammed shut with a bang.
Only then did Seungju let out a breath of relief.

‘His body… it’s too hot.’

Startled once more by the lingering heat on his palms, Seungju rushed to find fever medicine.
He ran to the utility room connected to the kitchen.

Among the neatly arranged emergency supplies, he found powdered cold medicine.
After dissolving it in warm water, Seungju even grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors.

‘First, I need to get his clothes off….’

It wasn’t easy removing clothes that were soaked and clinging tightly to his body.

Seungju cut open the back of Seonyul’s T-shirt with the scissors.
When well-defined back muscles were revealed, Seungju let out a small gasp without realizing it.

Unlike his own pale, almost sickly body, Seonyul’s looked incredibly healthy.
Even the flushed redness from the fever somehow looked impressive.
After cutting away the sleeves as well, Seungju turned his body over.

“…….”

Seungju froze when he saw Seonyul’s face with his eyes closed for the first time.

He was handsome.

Extremely so.

With thick eyebrows spreading like seagull wings, a pronounced brow ridge, and a straight, high nose, Seonyul was strikingly good-looking.

So different from what he had imagined that Seungju had to pause and steady his breathing as he stared down at him.

“Nggh.”

After unbuckling his belt and struggling to pull off the wet jeans, Seonyul was left wearing only black underwear.

Strange.

Why does it feel like I don’t know where to look…?
Seonyul’s entire body was flushed red, his breathing shallow and heated, and it felt… a little strange.

In the end, Seungju gave up on removing the underwear and lifted him onto the living room sofa.

After turning up the boiler and covering him with a blanket, he scooped up a spoonful of medicine and brought it to Seonyul’s lips.
The moment the spoon touched him, his lips stubbornly pressed shut.

“P-please… open your mouth….”

Seungju gently slipped his finger between Seonyul’s lips.

A hot, soft tongue brushed against his fingertip.

The teeth clenched against his knuckles didn’t hurt.
Using his index and middle fingers to pry his mouth open, Seungju poured the medicine in with the spoon.

“Cough.”

He coughed once, as if choking, but managed to swallow it all.

Seungju withdrew his fingers from Seonyul’s mouth.

Sticky saliva trailed along his fingertips.
Without thinking, Seungju stuck out his tongue and licked his own fingers.

It tasted like lemon.
Cold medicine.

Feeling a sharp throb in his lower abdomen, Seungju hurriedly straightened up.
Listening to Seonyul’s voice all week and going into heat wasn’t enough—now he was getting aroused from the saliva of someone who had fainted from illness.

There was no doubt about it.
He was a pervert.
For Seungju, who had never once felt sexual desire toward anyone in his life, these recent urges were deeply unsettling.

“N-no… this isn’t right….”

I can’t want more than this….

An inexplicable fear flickered across Seungju’s face as he looked down at Seonyul.

*****

“Nggh….”

His body ached as if he had been beaten, and he could barely open his eyes.

Burning with thirst, he kept murmuring, “Water… water…,” until a cup touched his lips.
Seonyul gulped down the lukewarm water greedily, then slumped back again.

The damp towel on his forehead was replaced with a cooler one.
Even in his hazy state, Seonyul felt something strange about the person beside him.

‘Who…?’

He definitely lived alone.

There shouldn’t be anyone to take care of him like this.
He drifted in and out of consciousness several times.

At one point, it felt like someone was pressing down on his nipple.
Why there…?
Must be my imagination….

“Ugh… my head….”

Seonyul finally regained consciousness around four in the afternoon the next day.
The first thing he saw was a high ceiling and an ornate chandelier.

Sunlight streamed through thick curtains, reflecting off the chandelier’s crystal ornaments in dazzling flashes.
Staring blankly at the light, Seonyul blinked several times as awareness returned.

‘What… where am I?’

Grabbing the back of the sofa, Seonyul pushed his still-heavy body upright.

The wet towel slipped off his forehead and fell with a soft thud.
Someone had definitely been changing it—so it hadn’t been a dream.

“…Seal?”

Memories from before he fell asleep surfaced.
Rain leaking through the rooftop ceiling, his place flooding, crying while talking to BraveSeal777…

Somehow, he had ended up coming to this man’s house.
He remembered opening the front gate and stepping inside, but after that, everything was a blur.