Hyunsuk’s smirk softened into a smile, and he turned to face Jisung fully. “You want to release?” he asked, his voice low and intimate.

Jisung nodded, his breath hitching as Hyunsuk’s hand slid down his chest, his touch sending shivers through his body. Hyunsuk pressed closer, his chest against Jisung’s back as he wrapped his hand around Jisung’s length, his movements slow and deliberate.

Jisung’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as pleasure coursed through him, his body arching into Hyunsuk’s touch. The scent of sandalwood filled his nostrils, grounding him as he lost himself in the sensation. When he finally reached his peak, his body trembled, a soft moan escaping his lips.

Hyunsuk held him close, his breath warm against Jisung’s ear as he murmured, “If you want something, take it. Don’t ask for it.” 

Ecstasy and pleasure went straight to Jisung's head, making him lose consciousness and fall asleep. He didn't hear what Hyunsuk said to him, and didn't feel him cleaning him up with a tissue.   

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Jisung’s eyes fluttered open slowly, the soft morning light streaming through the window casting a warm glow across the room. He blinked, his vision adjusting to the brightness, before the events of the previous night came rushing back to him in a flood of vivid, embarrassing memories. His cheeks burned as he buried his face in his hands, the weight of what he had done settling heavily on his chest. ‘Oh god,’ he thought, his mind reeling. ‘Did that really happen?’

He turned his head to the side, expecting to see the man who had been the center of his thoughts -and his actions- only to find the other side of the bed empty and cold. The sheets were neatly tucked, as if no one had slept there at all. Jisung’s heart sank, a strange mix of relief and disappointment swirling in his chest. He had planned to wake up early, to leave a sum of money on the nightstand as a silent thank you for the night, even though they had never discussed such an arrangement. But now, with the man gone, the gesture felt pointless.

Sitting up slowly, Jisung pulled the blanket around himself, his fingers gripping the fabric tightly as if it could shield him from the reality of what he had done. He glanced down at his body, his eyes scanning for any trace of the previous night’s activities. There were no marks, no bruises, nothing to suggest that he had lost his chastity. But then again, he wasn’t entirely sure what losing it even felt like. He had been so overwhelmed, so out of his depth, that the details were a blur. ‘Did we…?’ he wondered, his mind racing. ‘Or did he just… stop?’

The uncertainty gnawed at him, but he decided it didn’t matter. In his mind, he had crossed a line the moment he stepped into that room. Whether or not the man had taken things further, Jisung no longer felt like the same person he had been before. He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. ‘I’ll just consider myself… not a virgin anymore,’ he thought, the words feeling strange and heavy in his mind.

As he sat there, the memories of the man’s broad chest and strong hands flashed through his mind, sending a shiver down his spine. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret that he hadn’t even asked for the man’s name. ‘What was I thinking?’ he chastised himself. ‘I didn’t even get his name. How stupid is that?’

Before he could dwell on it further, the sharp ring of his phone shattered the silence, jolting him out of his thoughts. He reached for it, his fingers fumbling as he answered the call. Before he could even say hello, Minsoo’s voice exploded through the speaker, loud enough to make Jisung wince.

“WHERE ARE YOU?” Minsoo shouted, his voice so intense that Jisung had to pull the phone away from his ear to avoid permanent damage.

“I’m coming,” Jisung replied, his voice hoarse and groggy from sleep.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU COME THIS MORNING?” Minsoo yelled, his tone accusatory.

Jisung sighed, rubbing his temples. “I had… things to do,” he said vaguely, not wanting to elaborate.

“THEN QUICKLY GET YOUR ASS HERE! I HAVE A LOT OF WORK TO HELP ME WITH!” Minsoo barked, his voice still at full volume.

Before Jisung could respond, the line went dead, leaving him staring at his phone in stunned silence. He sighed again, tossing the device onto the bed as he dragged himself out from under the covers. His body felt heavy, his mind still reeling from the night before, but he knew he couldn’t stay here any longer. He had a job to do, a life to return to.

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