Jihoon gasped, his breath escaping his lungs in a rush as he felt the weight of Minjae's body pressing down on top of him.
Minjae's hands roamed over Jihoon's body, caressing and exploring every inch of his skin as he kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace.Jihoon moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping onto Minjae's back as he tried to pull him closer.
Minjae took advantage of Jihoon's position, his hips grinding against the him as he began to rock his hips in a slow, sensual rhythm.Jihoon cried out, his back arching off the couch as Minjae's movements sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.Minjae broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Jihoon's neck as he nibbled and sucked at the sensitive skin.
Jihoon's head fell back, his body trembling with anticipation as Minjae continued to rock his hips, his hard cock pressing against Jihoon's thigh through his pants.
Minjae groaned, his hips bucking against Jihoon's as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.He panted heavily, his voice strained and gravelly as he growled. "I can't hold back much longer..."
Jihoon, on the other hand, felt a flicker of concern as he whispered nervously. "We shouldn't do this. What if we make noise?"
But Minjae just smirked, lifting Jihoon's legs off the couch as he carried him towards the stairs.
They slowly climbed the steps, Jihoon's heart pounding in his chest as they approached their room.Minjae opened the door, revealing their old, familiar bed, before he closed and locked the door behind them.
Minjae forced himself desperately to kiss Jihoon, their lips locked in a passionate embrace as they made out on the bed.Jihoon tried to resist, but Minjae's strength was too much for him to overcome.
He pushed Jihoon gently onto the sheets, their bodies intertwining as they continued to kiss.Jihoon tried to stop him again, but Minjae was relentless.
He pulled away for just a moment, reaching over to grab his belt and tying it around Jihoon's wrists, effectively immobilizing him above his head.Minjae then resumed his kissing, trailing his lips down Jihoon's neck and chest as his other hand slowly slid up Jihoon's stomach, helping him take off his top.
Once Jihoon's top was taken off, Minjae moved swiftly to cover his moaning lips with a belt that he pulled down from his hands to his arms, effectively gagging Jihoon as he whimpered and wriggled underneath him.
Minjae glanced down at Jihoon's crotch, noticing that despite his initial hesitation and the current situation, his was still turned on, his hard cock poking out from his fabric.
He smirked, realizing that Jihoon's body was responding to the excitement and tension between them, even if his mind was still unsure.
Minjae whispered in his ear "See? you can't deny it. Your body wants this, even if you're too scared to be caught by mom....it turns you on."
Jihoon's flustered even more, his lips drooling as he was gagged by the belt.His teeth clamped onto it, as he squirmed underneath Minjae's weight. Minjae took advantage of his momentary immobilization to pull down Jihoon's pants and boxer shorts at the same time, sliding them off his feet.
Minjae then spread Jihoon's legs wide, positioning himself between them as he took off his own pants and boxers, his cock already hard and ready.
Minjae spit on his cock, rubbing it to create a moist sheen before slowly sliding just the tip inside of Jihoon. He whimpered, his body tensing up in anticipation and nerves.Minjae smirked, asking him if he wanted it, knowing full well the answer.
Jihoon nodded, unable to speak with the belt gag in his mouth, his eyes wide and pleading.
Without warning, Minjae thrust all the way inside Jihoon's body, making him jolt hard backwards with the force.The bed creaked loudly under their combined weight as Jihoon's body adjusted to the sudden intrusion.
Just as Minjae began to move, they heard footsteps outside the door, causing both of them freeze in fear, unsure of whether their mom had caught on to what they were doing.
Their mom suddenly knocked on the door, asking what that loud sound was.Minjae quickly recovered "Jihoon fell off the bed while sleeping, is all good now!"
He then began to slowly and quietly trust in Jihoon, trying to minimize any further noise.Jihoon whimpered softly, his body tensing up as Minjae thrust in and out, their hips slapping together in a slow, steady rhythm. He gritted his teeth, trying to contain his moans as they continued.
The morning light poured gently through the curtains, casting soft patterns across the room. Jihoon stirred first, a slight flutter of breath escaping his lips as his eyes blinked open. It took him a moment to register the unfamiliar warmth wrapped around him—an arm draped loosely over his waist, breath tickling the nape of his neck. His heart skipped.
Minjae.
Jihoon's gaze dropped to the sheets tangled around their bare legs, and memories of the night before flooded back in slow waves—hesitant touches, whispered names, and the heavy silence that followed after.
His throat tightened.
He didn't move. Didn't dare breathe too loudly. Minjae's chest rose and fell in rhythm behind him, his stepbrother still deeply asleep, his face tucked into the back of Jihoon's shoulder like he belonged there. Jihoon felt a strange ache—a pull between guilt and comfort. His fingers toyed with the corner of the bedsheet as he tried to process the weight of everything.
A soft sigh broke the stillness. Minjae stirred, his grip around Jihoon tightening slightly before his eyes finally fluttered open. His voice, rough from sleep, hummed against Jihoon's skin.
"...You're awake," Minjae murmured.
Jihoon nodded slightly but didn't turn around. "Yeah... for a while."
Minjae's fingers brushed lightly against Jihoon's hip, hesitant now. "Do you still feel bad about it?am I forcing on you too much?"
Jihoon turned around slowly, facing Minjae fully now. His dark hair was tousled, cheeks slightly flushed, but his eyes—those gentle, searching eyes—were steady. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips.
"You're not forcing anything on me," Jihoon said softly, his voice still hushed in the quiet of the morning. "I know you'd never do that."
Minjae let out a breath, some of the tension in his shoulders easing. Jihoon reached up, brushing a thumb against Minjae's cheek gently, the way someone might touch something precious.
"I… I've been scared," Jihoon admitted. "Of what this could mean, of how people would see us. Of ruining things. But the truth is—" he hesitated, swallowing, "I love you, Minjae. Not like a brother. I don't even know if I ever saw you that way."
Minjae's eyes widened slightly, his lips parting. But Jihoon kept going, his voice steadier now.
"I want more than what we've been hiding. I want us to stop pretending we're just stepbrothers when every time I look at you, it feels like my whole world shifts. Maybe we can treat each other like… like we're real. Like a couple."
A long silence followed, filled only with the soft hum of the morning air and the gentle beat of two hearts caught between relief and disbelief.
Minjae reached out, cupping Jihoon's face with both hands now, his forehead leaning against his as their noses nearly brushed. "Jihoon… I've been waiting so long to hear you say that. I love you too. I've always loved you, and I'd rather walk through all the confusion of this with you than go back to pretending we're something we're not."
Jihoon let out a soft laugh—half nerves, half release. "So, we're doing this?"
Minjae smiled, brushing his lips gently against Jihoon's brow. "Yeah. We're doing this."
Jihoon and Minjae stepped out of their room, freshly dressed and quietly smiling to themselves. Their shoulders brushed as they made their way downstairs, an unspoken joy weaving between them.
The smell hit first—warm, savory, and deeply nostalgic. The sound of sizzling on the stove, the bubbling of soup, and the comforting clink of dishes being set out greeted them like a familiar lullaby.
Their mother stood at the kitchen counter, apron tied neatly around her waist, humming softly as she flipped gyeran-mari—rolled egg omelets, sliced perfectly—and arranged them beside steaming bowls of doenjang jjigae, the rich soybean paste stew filled with tofu, zucchini, and sliced mushrooms. Plates of kimchi, pan-fried jeon (Korean pancakes), and sticky white rice were already on the table, alongside some grilled mackerel still smoking from the pan.
She turned, eyes lighting up. "Oh! You're both finally awake. Good morning, sleepyheads!"
Minjae laughed as he pulled out a chair for Jihoon before sitting beside him. "Morning, Mom. Smells amazing, as always."
Jihoon beamed. "Seriously, this is like… a festival spread. You didn't have to go all out."
Their mother waved them off with a grin. "You boys barely eat properly when I'm not around. Let me spoil you a little." Then, with a teasing glance, "Aren't you two going to be late for work, though?"
Minjae casually reached for a piece of jeon and popped it into his mouth before answering. "Actually, we're not working this summer. Jihoon and I decided to take some time off."
"Time off?" she blinked. "Both of you?"
Jihoon nodded, sipping his soup. "Yeah. Minjae's been planning a proper family reunion for a while now. He wanted everyone together, especially you."
Minjae glanced sideways at Jihoon with a small smile. "Couldn't have done it without him. He handled half the planning and all of my breakdowns."
Their mother chuckled, clearly touched. "You two… really are good together." She reached out to tuck Jihoon's hair behind his ear fondly. "It makes me so happy seeing you like this. Laughing. Eating well. Taking care of each other."
Minjae and Jihoon exchanged a look—one that held more than their mother knew. There was peace in this morning, in the clatter of dishes, the scent of home-cooked food, and the quiet certainty of two hearts finally walking the same path.
The table was filled with warmth—food shared, laughter rising—but the moment was cut short by the sharp trill of Minjae's phone vibrating on the counter.
All three of them looked over. The screen flashed: Unknown Number.
Minjae's smile faded slightly as he reached for it. Jihoon, mid-bite, froze. His gaze locked onto the caller ID, a sinking feeling tightening in his chest.
"Who is it?" their mother asked casually, still stirring the stew.
"Not sure," Minjae murmured, putting down his chopsticks. His brow furrowed. Jihoon didn't speak, but his fingers curled under the table, something instinctual bristling in the air around him.
Minjae noticed.
He leaned down and gently placed a hand on Jihoon's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It's probably nothing. Keep eating, okay?"
Jihoon didn't move, only watched silently as Minjae walked away, phone pressed to his ear as he stepped into the living room.
Then the call connected.
"…Minjae-ah~" came a slow, crackling voice. Distorted through poor signal, but unmistakable.
Minjae's blood ran cold. He stopped in his tracks, heart beginning to pound. "…Kangwon?"
Then that same voice, low and coiled with something dark.
"How's the family reunion?"
Minjae's throat tightened. "How did you get this number?"
Kangwon let out a soft chuckle, the kind that made Minjae's skin crawl. "Oh, come on. You think you can go play happy family and not expect me to notice? Did you think I disappeared, Minjae? That I'd just… vanish quietly?"
Minjae glanced toward the kitchen. He could see Jihoon through the doorway, still watching him, tense. Their mother was saying something, but neither of them were listening anymore.
"What do you want?" Minjae asked, voice low but firm.
"What I want?" Kangwon repeated, voice feigning innocence. "I want to be remembered. I want you to think about how things ended. How messy they were. And how easily I could come back and ruin everything you're trying to build."
Minjae gritted his teeth. "Don't—"
"I wouldn't threaten anything, hyung~" Kangwon interrupted, mock sweetness dripping off every syllable. "But I do hope you enjoy this little summer break of yours. It might be your last."
The call ended.
Minjae stood frozen in the living room, phone still to his ear even though the line had gone dead. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. The air felt heavier now, like something had shifted—like something was coming.
Behind him, Jihoon quietly stood up from the table.
"…Who was it?" he asked from the doorway.
Minjae didn't answer right away. He turned slowly, eyes meeting Jihoon's with a haunted look.
"…We have to leave...now."