CHAPTER 26 (Long Chapter)

After dinner, Uncle Baek's gaze softened with warmth as he looked over at Youn-Jae and Secretary Min, his eyes holding a quiet hope that the peaceful charm of his home might keep them there a little longer. "Why don't you both stay the night?" he suggested, his voice relaxed yet inviting.

Secretary Min offered a polite bow, his mouth curving into a slight smile. "Thank you, sir, but I'll have to decline," he replied, a touch of regret in his tone. "I have some matters that need attention back at the hotel. But if the President wishes to stay here, I can come by tomorrow morning to pick him up." He directed a respectful nod toward Uncle Baek, then gave Youn-Jae an approving glance, silently waiting for his response.

Youn-Jae seized the moment Secretary Min offered with a grateful smile, nodding as he accepted the invitation. "I'll stay, then," he said, his tone light, almost pleased. Secretary Min excused himself with a final nod, and the room settled into a quieter energy as Youn-Jae was left alone in Uncle Baek's warm hospitality.

Turning back to Youn-Jae with a knowing grin, Uncle Baek patted his shoulder, his voice teasing yet kind. "Looks like it's just you, then," he said with a chuckle. "Byeong-Ho shares a room with his Hyung, so tonight he'll sleep in my room. As for you…" His eyes drifted pointedly toward Ji-Won, who was standing at a distance, attempting to look uninterested as if he hadn't been listening to every word.

"If the President is okay with it, he can share Ji-Won's room." Uncle Baek added with a casual tone, though a hint of amusement sparkled in his eyes. Ji-Won stiffened, his face flushing as he quickly turned away, pretending to cough to cover his surprise. 

"Would that really be okay? It feels… awkward," he muttered under his breath, casting a quick, hesitant glance toward Youn-Jae. His gaze carried a mix of apprehension and reluctant acceptance, unable to hide his discomfort.

Youn-Jae's lips curved into a playful smirk as he tilted his head slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Awkward? Why? I promise not to snore," he quipped lightly, leaning a little closer as if to test Ji-Won's resolve. "Unless, of course, you're the one who snores—should I be worried?" he added, his tone laced with mock seriousness, though his gaze lingered just a little too long, making Ji-Won's awkwardness deepen.

Uncle Baek watched them with an amused glint in his eyes, and Ji-Won shifted his weight, still feeling the blush on his cheeks.

***

As the quiet of the night deepened, Ji-Won sat motionless on his bed, his gaze drifting through the window as he leaned his head against the cool glass. The gentle night breeze slipped through, tousling his hair, and the moonlight cast a soft glow across his features, creating a serene silhouette against the darkened room.

Fresh from his shower, Youn-Jae paused in the doorway, towel in hand, momentarily struck by the sight of Ji-Won. The way the moonlight embraced Ji-Won's calm demeanor, highlighting his delicate profile, felt almost unreal to him. He felt his heart race, each beat echoing the deepening ache he felt for Ji-Won, as though he was staring at the only light in an otherwise endless night.

Without a word, Youn-Jae moved toward the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, as though he feared breaking the stillness. He climbed in behind Ji-Won, reaching out to wrap his arms around him, his hands brushing gently over Ji-Won's scalp, fingers threading through his hair with a rhythmic, soothing tenderness. The peaceful cadence of his touch mirrored the quiet whisper of the breeze slipping in through the open window.

Ji-Won shifted, leaning slightly into the embrace before turning his head just enough to meet Youn-Jae's gaze. Their eyes met, and a shared understanding passed between them, unspoken yet unmistakable. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, soft and tentative, as if both were hesitant to disrupt the tranquility of the moment. Ji-Won closed his eyes, surrendering to the warmth and intimacy, as if the outside world had faded away.

"Hyung…" he whispered, voice trembling with both affection and vulnerability, his forehead resting against Youn-Jae's. "We shouldn't… Uncle might wake up."

Youn-Jae tightened his embrace, pulling Ji-Won closer, unwilling to let him go. His voice was soft but resolute. "I just missed you… so much." His words were a confession, each syllable heavy with years of longing, a promise to never let go. The kiss deepened, both of them swaying with the intensity of their emotions, each touch an expression of his unspoken devotion.

In that quiet moment, with only the moon and the stars as witness, Youn-Jae silently vowed that Ji-Won would be his anchor, the only one he would ever need. Every heartbeat, every tender touch, was a declaration that Ji-Won held his heart, now and always.

Youn-Jae's embrace was unwavering yet gentle, a silent affirmation of his love and his wish to build a future together, one moment, one heartbeat at a time.

I want to feel your skin against mine

To touch your lips and call you mine

I want to be the first person you see in the morning, and the last to wish you goodnight

To kiss your forehead and be the only one who sees the pure, genuine joy in your smile

When you're down, I want to be the one to lift you up. When you're feeling alone, I'll be the one by your side

When you cry, I'll wipe away your tears and do whatever it takes to bring that smile back

As Ji-Won gently lowered himself onto the bed, the softness of the moment enveloped him like a warm blanket. His hands draped delicately around Youn-Jae's neck, fingers lightly tracing the contours of his jaw as he leaned closer. His voice, barely above a whisper and laced with vulnerability, trembled with emotion. "Hyung, please... if we are going to do this, be gentle."

Youn-Jae froze, his breath hitching as warmth radiated from Ji-Won's skin against his own. The sound of Ji-Won's plea echoed in the stillness of the room, stirring a fierce protectiveness within him. Leaning in, he pressed a tender kiss against Ji-Won's neck, allowing his lips to linger for a moment, savoring the closeness. His voice was low and thick with longing, tinged with a hint of hesitation. "Do you truly want this? With me?"

Ji-Won's heart raced, a wild flutter of anticipation and trust swirling within him. Their gazes locked, and he saw the depth of Youn-Jae's emotions reflected in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he mustered the courage to speak, his voice steady yet soft. "Yes, Hyung," he murmured, the sincerity of his words hanging in the air like a fragile promise. In that moment, it felt as if he were surrendering not just his body, but his heart, entrusting it wholly to Youn-Jae.

Youn-Jae's lips began to explore the soft skin of Ji-Won's neck, leaving a trail of warmth as they moved slowly, purposefully. Ji-Won shivered slightly at the sensation, his body reacting to the gentle tickle that coursed through him. As if unable to hold back any longer, Youn-Jae pulled away, stood up, and in one swift motion, removed his shirt, revealing the tension in his muscles. His gaze darkened with desire, and without hesitation, he leaned down, capturing Ji-Won's lips in a fierce, almost desperate kiss—hungry, raw, as though he'd been waiting for this moment for far too long.

"I want you so bad" Youn-Jae whispered, running his hands over Ji-Won's chest

"Take me Hyung" Ji-Won response his voice husky 

Youn-Jae moved down to Ji-Won's nipples, biting and sucking on them until Ji-Won moaned with pleasure

Youn-Jae smirked, his voice low and teasing as he paused, lifting his gaze to meet Ji-Won's flushed face. "You'll wake them up with those moans," he whispered, his breath hot against Ji-Won's skin, eyes filled with a playful glint. The words were a mix of teasing and desire, but beneath the teasing lay a deeper intent, his gaze never leaving Ji-Won's as if savoring every reaction, every sound.

Ji-Won gasped, his voice barely a whisper, thick with emotion and vulnerability. "It's you... who makes me feel this way," he confessed.

Youn-Jae then moved down further, kissing and licking Ji-Won's inner thighs. Ji-Won spread his legs wide, giving Youn-Jae full access to his ass. Youn-Jae started by licking Ji-Won's hole, making it nice and wet. He then slipped a finger inside, feeling Ji-Won's tight muscles clench around him.

"Oh, Hyung," Ji-Won said, his breath hitching.

Youn-Jae added a second finger, stretching Ji-Won out. "You're so tight..." his touch firm but careful, as if trying to hold back the overwhelming desire that surged through him.

"Hyung... I feel... weird inside... hold... on..." Ji-Won bit his lip, his body responding to Youn-Jae's every movement. "Hyung," Ji-Won gasped, his voice trembling with a mix of urgency and vulnerability, "can you just... put it in already?"

Without hesitation, Youn-Jae replaced his fingers, with his cock, pushing inside slowly and carefully. Ji-Won moaned as Youn-Jae filled him up, his hips meeting Youn-Jae's thrusts and his wrapped his legs around Youn-Jae's waist 

Ji-Won's voice wavered with a mix of discomfort and anticipation, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "It's… it's too big and hard," he murmured, his tone strained and tinged with a hint of pain as the sensation grew deeper. His eyes clenched shut, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly as he struggled to adapt to the overwhelming intensity. 

"Fuck, you feel so good" Youn-Jae murmured as he continues deeper 

As they fucked, Youn-Jae reached to stroke Ji-Won's cock, He wanted to moan louder, to let out the full extent of his pleasure and frustration as he felt Youn-Jae's hand on his cock, but the sound was trapped in his throat, and he held back because Uncle Baek and Byeong-Ho might wake up from the noise 

"I'm going to cum," Ji-Won gasped, as he felt his orgasm building.

"Cum for me," Youn-Jae commanded, as he continued to fuck and stroke Ji-Won.

Ji-Won let out a moan as he came, his cum shooting out on his chest. But still Youn-Jae continued to fuck Ji-Won's ass, chasing his own orgasm.

"Shit! Sorry, I didn't put on a condom." Youn-Jae growled, as he felt his orgasm approaching.

"Just cum inside me," Ji-Won moaned, as he felt Youn-Jae's cock twitching inside him.

Youn-Jae came, filling Ji-Won's ass with his cum and collapsed on top of Ji-Won, panting and sweating, kissing Ji-Won's neck and ears 

Youn-Jae reached out again and plying Ji-Won's ass, teasing his hole with Youn-Jae's finger

"Hyung, we both... we both just came," Ji-Won, his breath ragged and his face flushed, gently pushed Youn-Jae away, trying to regain some composure.

"I'm still hard down there," Youn-Jae murmured and stood up and flipped Ji-Won over, positioning himself behind him. He entered Ji-Won's ass again, this time from behind. Ji-Won moaned with pleasure as Youn-Jae's cock filled him up once again and hit his prostate. 

"Hyung, harder," Ji-Won moaned, his body arching instinctively to meet Youn-Jae's thrusts. "You're fucking me too hard."

Suddenly, a faint, unsettling click echoed from the light switch outside their door, the soft glow briefly illuminating the edges of the doorframe. Panic surged through Ji-Won, and he instinctively reached out, his hands desperately grasping Youn-Jae's shoulders to halt his movements.

His heart raced, eyes wide with alarm as he frantically scanned the door, breaths coming in shallow, uneven gasps. Is it Uncle Baek or Byeong-Ho? The brief disturbance felt ominous, signaling that someone might be heading to the bathroom. Anxiety twisted in Ji-Won's stomach; the possibility of being discovered in such a compromising moment sent shivers down his spine. His grip tightened on Youn-Jae, urgency flashing in his eyes as he struggled to break free from the moment, his body tensing with worry.

"Hyung, someone just woke up," Ji-Won whispered urgently, pulling away slightly, his gaze darting nervously towards the door.

"They probably just need to use the bathroom," Youn-Jae replied, his voice calm, yet a teasing lilt danced through his words. He lay back on the bed, absently running his fingers through his tousled hair as if trying to defuse the tension. The nonchalance in his posture contrasted sharply with Ji-Won's frantic energy.

"We should stop here; we might get caught in the act," Ji-Won urged, his voice strained with anxiety as he made a half-hearted attempt to push Youn-Jae away, his body rigid with apprehension.

Youn-Jae, still reclining casually, pulled Ji-Won back into a tight embrace, his arms encircling him possessively. "Then let's just get caught like this," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he nuzzled closer, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"Are you insane?" Ji-Won exclaimed, his voice rising with a mix of frustration and alarm, his cheeks flushing with heat.

"Shhhh, keep your voice down, or we'll really get caught," Youn-Jae whispered, a playful smirk on his face as he gently loosened his embrace. His eyes sparkled with mischief, attempting to lighten the mood despite Ji-Won's palpable tension.

Ji-Won, cheeks flushed, retaliated by throwing a pillow at Youn-Jae in a lighthearted act of revenge. "Either I'll have a heart attack if we get caught, or Uncle will," he said, a mix of annoyance and amusement coloring his voice, a reluctant smile breaking through his anxiety.

Youn-Jae caught the pillow with a chuckle, then settled beside Ji-Won. He softly rubbed Ji-Won's head, fingers brushing through his hair tenderly before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Alright, alright," he said, his tone warm and reassuring, a soft light in his eyes that grounded Ji-Won amidst the chaos.

"Let's just clean up now, Hyung," Ji-Won suggested, trying to regain a sense of normalcy.

Youn-Jae turned to Ji-Won, his expression suddenly serious. "Are we really going to stop?"

Ji-Won shot him a disapproving look, his brows knitting together in frustration.

Youn-Jae raised his hands in a mock surrender, his smile gentle and teasing. "Just kidding," he said, his tone playful.

***

Ji-Won lay awake, his heart pounding with embarrassment. The warmth of the blanket enveloped him, hiding him from the world as he felt the soreness from last night's intimacy seep through his muscles, especially in his lower half. He winced at the memory, pulling the blanket tighter around himself, wishing he could vanish completely.

On the bed beside him, Youn-Jae, already awake, noticed Ji-Won's still form. A playful grin spread across his face as he leaned closer, gently nudging him through the blanket.

"Ji-Won, get up already. Let me see your beautiful face first thing in the morning," Youn-Jae whispered, his voice soft yet teasing, a hint of warmth in his eyes.

From beneath the blanket, Ji-Won mumbled, his voice muffled and shy, "Hyung, go outside first. I'll follow in a minute." He buried his face deeper, wishing to avoid the day's realities.

But Youn-Jae wasn't having it. Smirking, he replied, "Let's go together," the challenge evident in his tone.

Ji-Won tightened his grip on the blanket, shaking his head stubbornly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "What's wrong?" Youn-Jae asked, raising an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

"Hyung, just go outside first," Ji-Won insisted, desperation lacing his voice as he tried to avoid the situation.

Without warning, Youn-Jae swept Ji-Won off the bed, carrying him bridal-style with the blanket still wrapped around him, leaving only his head exposed. Ji-Won's eyes widened in surprise, his heart racing as he almost let out a shout before quickly covering his mouth with his hands.

"Hyung, put me down!" Ji-Won whispered urgently, the thrill of panic coursing through him.

"Nope, let's go outside like this," Youn-Jae teased, striding toward the door with a playful bounce in his step.

"What?! No!" Ji-Won's panic rose as they approached the exit, the thought of being seen mortifying him.

Youn-Jae took slow, deliberate steps toward the door, clearly relishing the moment, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"Alright, Hyung! Put me down! I'll go outside with you. Just... put me down," Ji-Won finally relented, his voice half-pleading, half-laughing, caught between embarrassment and the warmth of Youn-Jae's playful nature.

Slowly, Youn-Jae set Ji-Won down on the floor, adjusting his hold as he reached for the door. Just as it opened, Uncle Baek stood there, hand raised to knock, the suddenness of the moment freezing them in place. An awkward silence filled the air as their eyes locked. Ji-Won immediately shifted to his usual cold, aloof expression, turning his head away in typical defiance, his heart still racing from the earlier commotion.

Uncle Baek raised an eyebrow, assessing the scene, before delivering a light but stinging slap on Ji-Won's shoulder. "You! Why are you giving the President that sour face first thing in the morning?" he scolded, his tone half playful, half reprimanding.

Ji-Won winced, rubbing his shoulder as the sting lingered, an embarrassed flush creeping up his neck.

"Good morning, President," Uncle Baek greeted Youn-Jae with a warm smile, instantly shifting to a more respectful tone. "Please forgive this one here," he said, gesturing toward Ji-Won, "for acting foolish in front of you. I hope he didn't cause you any trouble last night."

Youn-Jae gave a polite yet somewhat awkward smile, trying to brush off the situation. "It's nothing, Uncle," he replied, his soft chuckle betraying a hint of nervousness.

Ji-Won caught the subtle, strange smile on Youn-Jae's face and grumbled internally, What's with that weird smile? He kept his eyes averted, stubbornly staring in another direction, wishing to evade the scrutiny.

"Let's go have breakfast, President," Uncle Baek said cheerfully, gesturing toward the dining area. "Your secretary is already here waiting for you."

Before he turned to leave, Uncle Baek shot a firm look at Ji-Won. "And you," he added with a commanding tone, "put that blanket down and come eat."

At the table, Secretary Min, already seated with Byeong-Ho, glanced up as Youn-Jae took his place. A mischievous glint sparkled in Secretary Min's eyes. "The President looks especially shiny today. Did you have a lovely night?" he quipped, his tone playful and teasing.

Youn-Jae maintained his composure, responding with a smirk, "Oh yes, the bed was warm and comfortable," a subtle hint of defiance in his voice.

Secretary Min didn't miss a beat, leaning in with a sly grin. "Oh, you slept in the bed, did you? I wonder where the young man slept if the bed was yours?"

Youn-Jae glanced sideways, feeling Secretary Min's foot nudge him under the table, signaling toward Ji-Won, who was pulling out a chair.

"Good morning, Hyung!" Byeong-Ho chirped, his eagerness palpable as he turned to Ji-Won. "Where did you sleep last night, if the President had the bed?" His wide-eyed curiosity was impossible to miss, an innocent inquiry waiting for an answer.

Ji-Won, picking at the food on his plate, maintained a calm demeanor. "On the sofa," he replied, a hint of casualness masking his unease.

"But there's no sofa in our room," Byeong-Ho countered innocently, his brows furrowing in confusion.

Ji-Won, keeping his composure, quickly improvised. "I meant the couch in the living room," he clarified, his tone casual but his heart racing.

Byeong-Ho blinked, still not convinced. "But I got up in the middle of the night, and you weren't there."

Before the conversation could spiral further, Uncle Baek intervened with a light scolding. "Enough of this nonsense. Don't talk about such silly things at the table. Just eat quietly." His tone tried to sound stern, but curiosity tinged his voice, betraying his interest in the unfolding drama. After a moment of hesitation, he turned to Ji-Won, raising an eyebrow. "But seriously, where did you sleep last night?"

Ji-Won, sensing the growing suspicion, smiled gently, a warm, deflective smile that masked his anxiety. He picked up a spoonful of food and, with a soft chuckle, tucked it into Uncle Baek's mouth. "Eat well, Uncle," he said, hoping to end the conversation there, his heart still fluttering from the morning's chaos.

The story doesn't end here...