I could still feel his mouth on mine, the heat lingering, breath mingled.
But Yoo Joonghyuk had already pulled further back away from me after seeing the implication, as if he'd been burned.
His jaw clenched tight, his hands flexing at his sides like he wanted to unsheathe his sword and cut the moment in half.
"…It's the cold." His voice was hoarse, deliberate, every word dragged from his throat like a confession. "That's all."
I blinked at him. The cold? Sure. Yeah.
Because people casually shove their tongues down each other's throats for the sake of warmth.
Perfectly reasonable. Totally normal survival tactics.
"Right," I said, nodding far too quickly. "The cold. Obviously. Science. Body heat transfer. Mouth-to-mouth heat conduction is, uh, very efficient."
He glared at me like I'd just committed treason. "Don't say it like that."
"Like what?" I swallowed, my lips tingling traitorously. "Like you enjoyed it?" My eyes traced his torso to the very evident raging boner of his. "Well, you did."
His expression cracked for the briefest instant, and that was worse than any outright denial.
His ears went red. His eyes darted to the broken window, to the floor, anywhere but me.
"I didn't." He sounded unconvincing even to himself. "It was… nothing."
Nothing. Right.
Then why was his breathing still uneven? Why did his chest rise like he'd just run a marathon?
Why did my stomach feel like it was staging a rebellion, fluttering violently every time I remembered the way his tongue moved against mine?
I laughed nervously, rubbing at the back of my neck. "Sure. Nothing. Just two guys… swapping oxygen. Because of the weather. Makes total sense."
"Stop talking."
"Gladly. But, uh…" I risked glancing down. He followed my gaze, and the moment his eyes dropped to the very obvious evidence of what had really happened, his face went rigid.
"We should still take care of... this," I repeated.
"It's... It's nothing!"
Yoo Joonghyuk's fists were still clenched, knuckles white, his eyes locked on the wall like he could will the world to rewind.
But his body betrayed him... chest heaving, throat bobbing as he swallowed hard, the tension in his legs trembling like bowstrings drawn too tight.
"Joonghyuk-ah," I murmured, unable to keep the smirk from curling at my lips. "If it's nothing… why are you still—" My gaze flicked meaningfully downwards.
His sword hand twitched. "Don't."
The warning was sharp, deadly. But his voice cracked around it, hoarse in a way that made my pulse pound.
"I'm just saying," I whispered, leaning closer, "maybe the cold isn't the only thing we should… take care of."
His eyes finally snapped to me, dark and furious.
"Kim Dokja—"
"Shh." I cut him off, softer than I'd ever dared. My hand pressed to his chest, feeling the frantic hammer of his heartbeat beneath calloused muscle. "Don't overthink it. Just… let me." This is also another way to prove my worth to him.
The smallest flicker of hesitation froze him in place. A fraction of a second where his breath hitched, his jaw tightened, but he didn't push me away.
That was all the permission I needed.
I lowered myself slowly, deliberately, watching his eyes widen as I sank to my knees before him. His entire body went rigid, like I'd just set a blade against his throat.
"W-what are you—"
"Helping," I said simply, my tone maddeningly casual.
"Think of it as… stress relief. Or body heat distribution. Pick whichever lie helps you sleep tonight."
His hands twitched at his sides, like he didn't know whether to drag me up or shove me away.
But when my fingers brushed against the hardness straining against his clothes, he choked on a sound that shattered his composure completely.
"…Dokja." His voice broke, low and strangled.
I glanced up, met his gaze—those storm-dark eyes now glassy with disbelief, pupils blown wide.
His breath came harsh and uneven, his entire body trembling like a bow about to snap.
I maintained contact with him, slowly pulling off his belt as his breath caught up.
I unzipped his fly, the heat immediately spreading to my fingers.
I gulped slowly, gazing up back at him to see him watching me with such intent. He muttered again, much slowly this time. "Kim Dokja. You really shouldn't..."
Really? Yet, he seemed to not pull home away from me.
I looked back at his pent up tenth, releasing his underpants as a count to three in my mind.
It's not like I've never dreamt of this before.
I definitely did.
A thousand times.
But now, looking at the real deal was more of a challenge. My knees went weak, although I'm already on my knees, staring back at his huge cock I'm about to devour.
I grabbed it, and he helped under my strain, gritting his teeth as he questioned his insanity once more.
His cock was heavy in my hand, hot even through the thin fabric.
I pretended to fumble with his waistband just to hear the way his breath caught, like he was holding himself back from bolting.
"Dokja," he ground out, voice jagged. "Stop."
But his hips leaned forward, just a fraction. Just enough to betray him.
"Right, stop. Sure," I said absently, tugging down the last barrier between my mouth and the truth of him. "Stopping any second now."
His hand hovered near my shoulder, twitching, uncertain whether to shove me off, or pull me closer?
"God," I muttered under my breath, half a laugh escaping me. "You're so damn big."
"I'll only use me mouth, okay? After this, we're done. I'll proof my worth to you, and you let go of any thoughts to kill me." Although I have any doubts you'd want to kill me afterwards, Yoo Joonghyuk.
He stiffly nodded, now acting like a total kid.
The rest of his dick was swallowed as I wrapped my lips around him, tongue tracing a path I'd only imagined in sleepless nights.
The sound he made was low, strangled, ripped out of him like a dirty secret .
"…This means nothing, it's just helping." he rasped, voice wrecked.
"Of course," I said smoothly, pulling out, though I couldn't stop the smug curl of my lips.
"Absolutely nothing. Just… a little warmth. K-keep going."
And Yoo Joonghyuk, the Almighty himself, could only glare at me with murder in his eyes and shame burning his cheeks , all while still struggling to catch his breath.
God, I was so dead.