Choosing Family, Choosing Each Other

From time to time, Seha recalled his mother’s face as she stared silently out the window for long stretches, wearing an expression that young Seha couldn’t understand.

Had she missed her mother.

Once Seha and Sejin had grown up safely, did she dream that one day they would meet again, reconcile, and live as a family once more.

Seha didn’t know.

And now, he would never know.

All he could do was vaguely feel it, and guess.

That even if he met his shaman grandmother, even if their bond was tied by superstition, Seha had still protected his life proudly with his own strength.

So perhaps his mother had finally been able to set down a little of the anxiety she’d carried for so long.

That maybe she would say it was all right to reconnect the blood ties she herself couldn’t gather back into her hands.

Like that.

“I said something way too out of the blue, didn’t I. I’m sorry. It’s just… when I see you, Teacher, I end up thinking about my mother without realizing it…. I’m sorry.”

Seeing Yeongun look as though she might burst into tears at any moment, Seha gently stepped back.

Even if they truly were grandmother and grandson, they’d lived almost their entire lives as strangers.

There was no way they could become natural with each other overnight.

So Seha decided to give Yeongun time—and to give himself time as well.

Slowly, little by little, so they could come to know each other.

So they could understand the lives they had lived.

So he could come to understand the heart of a grandmother who had pushed away her daughter, and her grandson, with her own hands.

“Ah, I’ve taken up too much of your time. Then I’ll… get going now.”

After a brief silence, Seha stood without lingering.

It was consideration for Yeongun, whose thoughts must be tangled right now.

Seha had spent a long time thinking deeply about this and had come here after making his own choice.

But for Yeongun, this must have felt like being struck by lightning.

The choice didn’t belong to Seha alone.

Yeongun had one too.

Whether she would take the hand Seha offered—or push it away again.

That was Yeongun’s freedom.

“Y-yes…. Go safely… go safely.”

Yeongun rose reflexively after Seha, stumbling over her words as she saw him off.

Her moist eyes, her helpless gaze and trembling voice all stirred pity in him—but there was nothing Seha could do right now.

All Seha could do was tell her.

I’ve already made my choice, and I’m ready to take your hand.

Before leaving the meeting room, Seha lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled at Yeongun.

It probably looked awkward, but it was the best he could do.

“If… even someone like me could keep you company….”

“…….”

“Please 연락 me.”

Seha’s mother hadn’t wanted her children to live lives swayed by superstition.

So regardless of shamans or beliefs, Seha chose simply to reclaim his family.

“I’ll wait.”

With those words, Seha turned and walked out.

Just before the door closed, he heard sobbing behind him.

But Seha didn’t turn around.

He wasn’t overly worried either.

Everyone has things they regret, and they need time to chew over them and let them go.

Thinking of his mother, who would stare aimlessly somewhere beyond the window yet turn back with a gentle face whenever he called out “Mom,” Seha continued on his way.

It was a day that left his heart feeling clear.

“Huh? Young master, you’re back already?”

Hearing movement at the door, Seha hurried out of the living room from the kitchen.

He’d been wondering when Jeongyun would return anyway, so the timing made his heart flutter.

Lately, Jeongyun had been going to the company little by little.

He wasn’t fully taking over management yet, nor had he firmly decided to, but he seemed eager to catch up on everything he’d fallen behind on.

He started studying.

He started taking interest in the company.

Now, Cha Jeongyun had a future.

He could try whatever he wanted.

Like a child stepping into the world for the first time, Jeongyun brimmed with desire.

Naturally, Seha was happy just watching him.

Today was one of those days.

Jeongyun had said he’d have dinner with the chairman after work, so Seha was preparing to eat something simple by himself.

Then, unexpectedly, Jeongyun came home early.

Joy came first.

They’d been together yesterday, and even saw each other that morning, so he hadn’t thought he missed him.

But seeing how good this early return felt, maybe he really had.

Not disliking this unfamiliar feeling, Seha approached with a bright smile—

Only for Jeongyun, moving far more urgently, to crash into him, scoop him up, and seal their lips immediately.

“Mmph…!”

Having his lips captured and tongue sucked on out of nowhere, Seha kicked his legs in small protest.

But it didn’t faze Jeongyun at all—his body had grown noticeably stronger after regaining his health.

Only after a long while did Seha finally escape the tongue rummaging through his mouth.

With a flushed face, he glared at Jeongyun.

“What—what is wrong with you, all of a sudden…?”

Seha was still held in Jeongyun’s arms.

Yet Jeongyun looked as though he were the wronged one and spoke boldly.

“Take responsibility.”

“…What?”

“Take responsibility. Because of you, I can’t live a normal life right now.”

It made no sense.

Who was the one constantly distracted by thoughts of Cha Jeongyun, unable to function.

At that moment, Jeongyun’s large hand, which was supporting Seha, blatantly squeezed his backside.

“W-what are you doing!”

“Jin Seha, why do you have such a obscenely sexy body that drives people—huh?”

At a line that sounded straight out of some cheap porno, Seha went pale.

Even though he knew they were alone at home, he reflexively glanced around, worried someone might hear.

Ignoring him, Jeongyun kept talking as he carried Seha toward the living room sofa.

“Every time I close my eyes, I see you crying under me, and I can’t focus on work at all!”

“Wow… young master, have you completely lost it?”

They say when you’re shocked enough, your blood runs cold.

That was exactly how Seha felt.

He was so dumbfounded and incredulous he couldn’t even scream.

Then Jeongyun drooped his eyes pitifully and whined.

“Jin Seha, what am I supposed to do. I think you put me in heat for real….”

“No, put me down first—h-hey, wait…!”

“All day long, it was so hard because I wanted you….”

“Don’t lick there—w-wait, ah…!”

As Jeongyun shamelessly nipped and licked at Seha’s neck while spouting nonsense, hot breaths spilled from Seha’s lips.

Being ambushed like this was unfair and infuriating.

But there was nothing he could do.

After all, Seha himself would flinch even while standing still, thanks to the memory of Cha Jeongyun thrusting that huge cock into his belly with an obscene expression.

Seha had neither the justification nor the will to stop Jeongyun’s hands as they naturally stripped him of his clothes.

The sun hadn’t even set yet.

“You’re too slow….”

Face pressed into a cushion, panting on the sofa, Seha finally voiced a small complaint.

Lying face down with his hips raised was embarrassing enough for a first time.

But Jeongyun wasn’t even trying to mount him.

He’d been carefully, leisurely working to loosen his hole with just two fingers for a while now, and it was torture.

He’d clung to him the moment he got home, claiming he was in heat—so why was he being so unhurried now.

Yet Jeongyun neither added more fingers nor sped up.

It was still bright outside.

Feeling Jeongyun’s burning gaze on his raised hips, Seha felt humiliation beyond embarrassment.

What was worse was that he didn’t dislike it at all.

Now accustomed to taking two fingers with ease, Seha’s hole clenched and relaxed repeatedly every time he gasped for breath.

Then, suddenly, the fingers slipped out, leaving him empty.

At the same time, hot, wet breath brushed directly against his exposed hole.

“W-what are you—! N-no, mmh…!”

Seha’s body jerked violently.

At the unimaginable sensation, he twisted his body, trying to pull away.

As if he’d anticipated it, Jeongyun wrapped both arms around Seha and held him firmly in place.

Then, exactly as Jeongyun wanted, his thick, wet tongue slowly spread Seha open and pushed inside.

“Are you insane, that’s gross—ugh! Th-this is weird, stop… ahh…!”

The sensation of flesh unlike fingers or a cock invading him made Seha shake his head wildly and rock his hips.

He couldn’t understand why Jeongyun was doing this.

Yet despite his shock, the feeling of something pushing into him, sucking and licking shallowly inside, sent a chilling pleasure up his spine.

His knees went weak, his toes curled on their own.

It felt like some strange creature had crawled inside his hole and was freely stirring him up.

With unfocused eyes, moans kept spilling from Seha’s mouth.

“Please, hng… ah, haa….”

He should have told him to stop doing something so filthy.

But strangely, the words wouldn’t come out.

The Seha who had been struggling to escape was now trembling and rocking his hips instead.

“Jin Seha, f*ck, you’re really f*cking pretty….”

After a long while, Jeongyun finally pulled his tongue out and murmured as he stared at the pink hole glistening with his saliva.

It was a sight far more satisfying than he’d expected.

What if, instead of fingers, he loosened that tiny hole with his tongue.

That thought had crossed Jeongyun’s mind at work.

And from that moment on, he’d been desperate, unable to wait to lick Jin Seha’s hole with his tongue.

He tried to feel disgusted with himself—wondering when he’d become such a deranged pervert—but his desire was too strong for self-loathing to last.

From then on, he couldn’t focus on work at all.

No matter what he looked at, images of Seha naked shimmered before his eyes.

In the end, he even canceled his dinner plans and rushed straight home.