By Zephyria 
Then, Kim Jun-haeng’s voice came through the walkie-talkie. Lee A-gon looked down at Kim Hyun silently before turning away.
“It’s good that it feels real, but it’s excessive. Nam Hyun-woo is a high school student who has never fought professionally, so he should have a bit more of a clumsy demeanor…”
While Kim Jun-haeng was giving Lee A-gon acting direction, the staff rushed to help Kim Hyun up. Kim Hyun groaned and got to his feet. “Are you okay? Are you alright?” The staff approached Kim Hyun, who was groaning and hunched over as if in pain, asking with concern. Kim Hyun smiled with a pained expression and replied that he was fine, and the makeup team tidied up his mouth.
“Why did you do that just now?” Hae-jun asked, grabbing Lee A-gon’s sleeve as he walked past.
“Do what?”
“Why did you do that to Actor Kim Hyun?”
“It was acting.”
“It wasn’t acting.”
It wasn’t acting. At least, the initial kick had been mixed with genuine emotion.
“Don’t do that. There’s no need to go that far.”
“Why? Because hyung is a fan?” Lee A-gon asked casually, gently pushing Hae-jun away. Hae-jun’s eyes widened.
“Scene 9, take 4, repeat!”
“Repeat! Where is the actor?” The staff’s shouts could be heard. Lee A-gon shook off Hae-jun’s hand and returned to the set. Hae-jun was left behind, staring blankly at his retreating back.
As they repeated the same scene, Kim Hyun had to be slapped or kicked repeatedly. After three takes, Kim Hyun’s face showed an expression of genuine fear towards Lee A-gon. He truly ran away from Lee A-gon with all his might, and when he encountered Lee A-gon, he was genuinely afraid.
Hae-jun could feel Kim Hyun breaking down in real-time. Lee A-gon was pushing Kim Hyun to his limit, and Kim Jun-haeng, who should have stopped him, instead egged Lee A-gon on, saying he liked the realistic emotion.
It was the fifth take. Kim Hyun’s face was clearly exhausted. The atmosphere on set became razor-sharp. No one was on Kim Hyun’s side. No matter how well he acted or how old he was, he was just an unrecognized supporting actor.
“Mr. Kim Hyun, why is your acting getting like this? Look. You can see the fear on your face right from here.” Kim Jun-haeng pointed at Kim Hyun’s face on the monitor during playback.
“You shouldn’t be afraid here. This is when you should be full of spirit, going to catch Nam Hyun-woo.”
“I’m sorry.” Kim Hyun bowed his head.
“No, I’m not asking for an apology. Mr. Kim Hyun graduated from S University. I thought a smart person would also be a good actor, so I cast you, but why are you acting so foolishly?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Let’s do it well, okay?”
“Yes, I will do my best. Thank you.” Kim Hyun bowed again and returned to the set.
Hae-jun swallowed hard. Lee A-gon, who was watching the monitor with the director behind him, had his eyes fixed on Kim Hyun from the moment he heard he was from S University. That gaze remained even after Kim Hyun returned to the set.
“Alright, let’s get ready. Take 5.”
“Take 5!” At the director’s shout, the staff murmured and returned to their positions. Lee A-gon slowly turned around. Just then, Hae-jun stopped him. Lee A-gon’s eyes, which had still been fixed on Kim Hyun, rolled towards Hae-jun.
“Lee A-gon, I lied to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m actually… not a fan of Mr. Kim Hyun.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Lee A-gon asked, tilting his head. Hae-jun replied in an uncertain voice.
“…I’m just telling you.”
“Hold on. Is there some ambient noise here…?” The cinematographer gestured to the lighting director. As the two put their heads together, Kim Jun-haeng also approached, asking what was going on. They checked the monitor and began discussing the direction of the light.
“Why did you do that?” After briefly looking at them, Lee A-gon turned his head back to Hae-jun.
“Why did you lie to Yang Road too?”
“That’s… because I.” Hae-jun took a short breath.
“I’m a habitual liar. It was all a lie. Like you said, I went to that site looking for men, and I clicked on the posts based on academic background. And I wasn’t a fan of Mr. Kim Hyun either.”
“…” Lee A-gon remained silent. Hae-jun looked up at Lee A-gon with anxious eyes and added,
“So… let’s finish filming quickly and go home. Okay?” His speech was finished. Hae-jun fiddled with his flushed ears. The moment it was revealed that Kim Hyun was from S University, he felt he had to stop Lee A-gon. It might have been overthinking, but that’s how it felt.
“Where are you living now, hyung?” The answer that came after a moment of silence was strange. Why was he asking where I live?
“I’m living in the same place I always have.”
“You mean that semi-basement?”
“Yes.” Lee A-gon made a displeased expression. Then, he blurted out,
“Move into my place.”
“Huh?”
“I have trouble controlling my emotions.” He ran a hand through his hair with a rough motion.
“I need more assistance. You need to stay by my side, hyung.”
Hae-jun’s face gradually brightened. He had expected anger, having admitted to lying, but instead, he was being invited into his own home. To be able to live with Lee A-gon again. It was a happy ending he hadn’t even dreamed of.
“Move as soon as you get back to Seoul.”
Lee A-gon handed the script he was holding to Hae-jun and returned to the set.
The rest of the filming proceeded without any issues, and the takes concluded at five.
∞ ∞ ∞
“Ugh. Kkuh.”
His toes curled with tension. Hae-jun’s head snapped back completely. Blue veins bulged on his neck. His neck muscles strained as if cords were protruding.
Veins also stood out on the back of his hands, bound together with his knees. After repeating the thought of dying about a hundred times, Hae-jun finally lost control of the hole he had been desperately clenching. Then, with a soft zzzzzz, clear fluid flowed out without resistance.
Lee A-gon brought his lips to the fluid and sucked. Slurp, slurp, slurp, the sound of wet mucous membranes rubbing together as the fluid was drawn out.
Lee A-gon didn’t stop at just kissing; he rubbed the entrance with his tongue, spread wide. Ugh, Hae-jun managed to clench his hole tightly. The leakage stopped, and as it did, Lee A-gon clicked his tongue, tsk, then hooked a finger into the hole and forcibly spread it open left and right.
“Hyaaa!”
Hae-jun let out a shriek. Clack, clack, the armrest of the chair that bound them together shook violently with every movement of his arms and knees.
“Aaa! Ah!”
His erect penis, throbbing in the air, ejaculated. Hae-jun, as if in agony, tensed his entire body, freezing all movement. On his strained neck, his pulse pounded.
I’m going to die.
His heart raced as if in a rampage.
I’m going to die. I’m going to die.
It wouldn’t be strange if his breath hitched right then.
He had returned this afternoon after finishing the provincial shoot. Upon arriving in Seoul, Lee A-gon had Yang Road take them to Hae-jun’s house first.
“Pack your things and come out.”
Bewildered, Hae-jun gathered a few items from his house and returned. Underwear, socks, a few changes of clothes. The car then headed directly to Lee A-gon’s house.
“Come in.”
Beep, beep, Lee A-gon entered after opening the front door. Hae-jun passed through the entrance awkwardly, like a borrowed cat.
As Hae-jun, he had visited Lee A-gon’s house frequently as his manager. However, Hae-jun was only permitted up to the entrance. He had never gone further inside.
“What are you doing? Not coming in?”
Lee A-gon extended his hand to Hae-jun, who stood frozen at the entrance. Hae-jun stiffly removed his shoes and stepped inside.
And why had it become like this?
“You must be tired. Hmm, shall I offer assistance?”
He hadn’t meant it sincerely. Hae-jun, unable to bear the awkwardness, had attempted to break the ice by using his only utility, assistance, as an excuse.
Of course, he had made the offer expecting it to be refused. He had just finished a week of non-stop filming out of town. It was late, and he had a shoot scheduled for the next morning starting at dawn. So, he had naturally expected a refusal…
“Yes, please do.”
Unexpectedly, Lee A-gon said, “Please do,” and pulled Hae-jun towards him. Hae-jun was swept along helplessly and was stripped bare in an instant.
“I’ll hold you…”
“Not that.”
“Then a kiss.”
“I don’t want that either.”
“Why… why.”
He couldn’t even ask why he was being undressed. This was why Lee A-gon had said what he did.
“Hyung, I can lick you all over too.”
Before he could ask what that meant, Lee A-gon lifted Hae-jun and sat him on a chair. He placed Hae-jun’s legs on the armrests, then tied his wrists and ankles together. Hae-jun was bound to the chair in a position with his legs spread and raised high.
“Ah, no.”
Realizing what Lee A-gon intended to do, Hae-jun struggled. Regardless, Lee A-gon truly began to lick Hae-jun’s body all over.
He bit and sucked his ear, nibbled his eyebrows, licked the tip of his nose, and lingered on his lips for a long time.
He licked his neck, bit his neck, traced down his arms, and nibbled each finger.
His nipples were tormented for an unspeakably long time. He ate, bit, sucked, chewed, licked, pressed, and rolled his nipples, making not only the nipples but also the areolas swell.
While bound and being licked, Hae-jun came twice. Hae-jun realized for the first time how agonizing it was to receive only the onslaught of caresses without being able to move.
“Why on earth are you doing this?”
“Is this similar to what that man does for you?”
Lee A-gon asked, inserting his finger into the tightly closed hole. Hae-jun shook his head.
“Is it really because of that writing… because of that, you’re doing this?”
Lee A-gon bit Hae-jun’s thigh without answering. It meant yes.
That writing. The writing of the male esper I accidentally touched.
Lee A-gon was now licking Hae-jun all over, just like that esper’s writing.
“I touched that by mistake…”
“Yes, and you also said that was a lie.”
“Ah.”
Hae-jun bit the plump part of his lower lip with his front teeth. Right. That was it. He had said it himself that it was all a lie.
“I’m not from S University, but I can lick you longer and more instead.”
“No. No.”
“I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Ah, please. Ah…”