The Night Of The Untraced

As a shuddering breath escaped his throat, Muheun turned his head, deepening their kiss slightly.“…….”“…….”A soft, wet sound echoed by their ears. True to his word, Muheun made no attempt to deepen the kiss with his tongue. Whether he feared Seungjoo might bite again or for some other reason was unclear.‘How did it come to this…?’This wasn’t his intention at all. But as he regained his senses, he found himself giving in, lips gently yielding to Muheun. Seungjoo blinked in a daze, giving himself up to Muheun’s lead, his eyelids fluttering every time their lips separated, his nerves left tingling with impatience.The warmth was oddly intense, unlike the sensation he felt when close to Yeongi. Although the subtle scent of wind remained, every touch between them was burning hot. His heightened sensitivity absorbed every single sensation in vivid detail.“……Mm.”As a moan slipped from Seungjoo’s lips, Muheun stretched his body over him. Without pressing down, he aligned their lower bodies, slowly pressing his thigh between Seungjoo’s legs. At the added pressure to his lower abdomen, Seungjoo’s half-aroused length grew fully hard.“…….”“…….”Their gazes met, lingering in silence. Breathing heavily, Seungjoo stared at Muheun, dazed. Something felt incomplete… His tongue slipped out just slightly, provoking a shallow breath from Muheun.“Ha.”The relaxed gleam in Muheun’s dark eyes was gone. Or rather, perhaps it was his rationality that had left. For a fleeting moment, as Muheun’s eyelids flickered shut, his remaining hint of a smile vanished.“Mm…!”Their lips met more roughly. After all the restraint, Muheun wasted no time slipping his tongue inside, eagerly exploring as if quenching a thirst, his tongue entwining with Seungjoo’s in a fervent dance.“Mmf… Nnh.”It was a voracious kiss. Muheun held Seungjoo’s face with one hand, pressing his tongue deeper, shifting his slender jaw with each fervent motion.Seungjoo felt as if he were possessed, his mind hazy yet strangely lucid, focused solely on Muheun. He instinctively swallowed the saliva Muheun offered, drawing in his tongue as if to replenish his short breath. Each shared breath brought something he instinctively absorbed deep within himself.‘Yeongi would…’As a coolness pooled in his stomach, Muheun abruptly pulled back, as if he’d just realized something. Only then did Seungjoo realize why Muheun had avoided using his tongue initially—he feared it might open Seungjoo’s spiritual vision. Yet the realization was fleeting, for Seungjoo quickly tugged Muheun’s collar, drawing him back into another kiss.Any shame over his swollen lower half had dissipated somewhere along the line. Even the weight of Muheun’s thigh pressing against him brought a subtle pleasure. As Seungjoo shifted uneasily, uncertain of what to do, Muheun unabashedly ground his hips into him.“Ahh…”The sensation through the fabric was almost agonizingly tantalizing. Resisting the urge to arch his back was the most Seungjoo could manage. It was only belatedly that he realized that what Muheun was rubbing against him was also his arousal.‘…What the hell.’The weight pressing into him was different from his own. Just a moment ago, he could have sworn it was only Muheun’s thigh pressing into him, yet it had become something else entirely. Swallowing hard, he hesitated, causing Muheun to narrow his eyes and smirk faintly.“…Seungjoo.”His voice, husky and low, sounded unlike usual. Seungjoo shivered at the sheer thrill of it, feeling as though the words alone drenched him in heat. And the words that followed were no different.“I told you to go home.”It wasn’t a warning, nor was it merciful. Despite his honeyed tone, Muheun moved his hand lower before Seungjoo could even react. His hand slowly traveled down, slipping under Seungjoo’s hoodie to brush against his bare skin.“…….”Barely stopping himself from making a strange sound, Seungjoo bit down hard on his lip. As he scowled, Muheun placed a light kiss on his furrowed brow, then his eyelid, raising the corners of his mouth in a languid smile.“Not asking me to move?”It was a teasing question, though his eyes held no mirth.“Why are you being so compliant, knowing what I might do?”Muheun’s tone was soft as he spoke, carefully sweeping his fingers through Seungjoo’s hair. After a few more gentle kisses on his lips, he licked Seungjoo’s slightly swollen bottom lip before brushing his nose against Seungjoo’s.“Hey? Seungjoo.”Despite his languid pace, an odd tension lurked beneath his calm demeanor. Like his lips that pressed too insistently, or his fingers roaming under Seungjoo’s clothing, or their still-touching lower bodies.After watching Muheun’s gaze turn increasingly darker, Seungjoo finally spoke, his voice breaking.“…I’m twenty now.”Though unintentional, his voice cracked. Muheun’s unblinking stare only deepened the sensation. Swallowing dryly, Seungjoo mustered his steadiest tone.“I know what you’re planning.”* * *Seungjoo tried to sound nonchalant, but the truth was he was nervous—he knew exactly what Muheun intended. Only vague fantasies had ever come to mind, faint echoes of that first night his spiritual sight had awakened.“Ah… Is that so?”Muheun’s lips brushed over Seungjoo’s again, teasing in a way more persistent than his usual drowsy affection. His fingers moved slowly along Seungjoo’s ribs, caressing with a tender touch.“Yes, our Seungjoo is twenty now.”His tone was as if he were talking to a child, a tender smile lingering as he spoke. Pressing their lower halves together, he shifted his hips in a slow grind.“So now you can… do things like this with me.”“Uh…”“All grown up now… hmm?”Every point of contact grew painfully sensitive. Softly grazing lips, teasing fingers, and the leg pressing between his thighs—all these sensations left Seungjoo nearly overwhelmed.Muheun’s movements remained unhurried, savoring each moment. The deliberate slowness was maddening, amplifying every sensation shared between them, making Seungjoo feel each one even more intensely.“Ah, Hyung… please…”Seungjoo reached out, gripping Muheun’s shoulders with the same hands that had been holding him close moments earlier. His hand slipped as he jolted, taken aback by Muheun’s palm sliding over his side. As Seungjoo held his shoulder, his fingers found Muheun’s solid bicep, feeling the muscles tense under his grip.‘…Incredibly solid.’

It wasn’t exactly the time for such thoughts, but he couldn’t help but notice. Everything—his thigh that brushed against him earlier, his arm that he held now, even the body pressing down on him—was firm and unyielding. He knew Muheun was in good shape, but he hadn’t expected him to be this heavy and muscular.“Hm… Seungjoo, you need to eat more.”Muheun muttered to himself as he continued to trace along Seungjoo’s torso. His broad hand moved to his upper stomach, causing Seungjoo to instinctively shrink back, but Muheun’s voice carried genuine concern.“Why are you so thin?”“…?”Seungjoo blinked at the unexpected comment. Objectively, he was on the larger side, with a well-proportioned build to match his height. He was toned enough that “thin” didn’t fit him, nor did he have particularly narrow shoulders or a small frame.“What are you talking abo—”He started to retort, but Muheun’s hand moved upward. His hand, now inside Seungjoo’s hoodie, touched his chest, settling slightly left of center, right over his heartbeat, which he gently patted.“Good boy.”“…”As a child, he had probably drifted to sleep to a touch like this. Though back then, he hadn’t felt it on bare skin, nor had he been face-to-face with someone, pressed so close beneath him. And of course, he hadn’t felt this parched, looking at Muheun so close.He swallowed dryly, and knowing Muheun’s sharp senses, he was certain he noticed. Muheun chuckled, brushing his knuckles over Seungjoo’s chest, his fingers occasionally catching on a part of his chest he usually didn’t even think about.Then, before he could even process the hint of embarrassment, Muheun leaned in and kissed him again, pulling back slightly with a soft sound before plunging deeper, his tongue slipping in. When it grazed beneath his own, the fingers on Seungjoo’s chest gave his nipple a subtle pinch.“…!”Seungjoo’s shoulder jerked, and he instinctively bit down on Muheun’s tongue—not hard enough to draw blood, but likely sharp enough to sting. Yet Muheun didn’t react, instead pressing on with the kiss, as if savoring every last bit, swallowing as if he didn’t want to waste even a drop.He’d claimed that he’d be the one absorbing Yeongi, but this felt like his own energy was being drawn out instead. His cooling body temperature only seemed to heighten his senses, leaving him hazy rather than alert, barely noticing as Muheun’s hand slipped further down.‘This is too…’His mind wandered in and out. Each time he opened his eyes to look at Muheun, he met his warm smile, his eyes softening whenever their gazes met. It’s a full moon tonight, but here it feels like a crescent moon, he thought absently, realizing he was holding Muheun tightly.“…Hngh.”“Hm?”Each time Seungjoo let out a soft moan, Muheun responded gently, as if asking if he was being called. His murmuring voice was both soothing and almost teasing, sounding as though he was coaxing him, or perhaps even sighing himself. Either way, it was heated and left Seungjoo feeling the same way.“Uh… ngh…”The tension in his lower half, restrained by his clothes, was becoming too much. It hadn’t been this bad at first, but Muheun’s persistent pressure made it difficult to be satisfied. Whenever their bodies separated, even slightly, Seungjoo couldn’t help but shift his hips in search of more contact.It was maddening, he thought, though he wasn’t sure if “thought” was the right word. His instincts overwhelmed him as he waited for Muheun’s hand to finally move lower.“…Ah…”Muheun’s hand trailed down, grazing the bulge below, caressing him with a slow, measured stroke, pressing down just enough to gauge him before starting to touch him with more familiarity.“Oh… ngh…”The feeling was worlds apart from the casual friction against his clothes. Even with just the layer of fabric between them, it felt like he might not be able to hold back. He had been on edge for too long already.“Ngh… huh…”Seungjoo’s soft whimpers slipped out without him even realizing. Though he’d done this on his own, having someone else’s hand made all the difference. But as much as he needed relief, the kiss that continued to cut off his breathing only made his need sharper.Despite it all, Muheun didn’t allow him to go all the way. Just as Seungjoo was tipping towards his peak, Muheun pulled away from his lips and stilled his hand, leaving him aching from the abrupt stop. Muheun chuckled as he wiped Seungjoo’s lips, whispering softly.“A twenty-year-old shouldn’t make a mess in his pants.”“….”Seungjoo’s neck flushed a deep red at the embarrassment of the remark. As he searched for something to say, Muheun’s hand moved once more, giving him no time to recover. His fingers gently toyed with him, adding just enough pressure to be stimulating.“…!”A shiver ran through him, a flood of sensations spilling over.“Ah…!”Seungjoo curled inward, finally reaching his limit. There was no holding back against the surge of pleasure. He clung to Muheun’s arm, shuddering as Muheun’s hand dipped further inside his pants.“See, Seungjoo.”Muheun’s hand found its way inside, unabashedly touching the mess he’d left. He held him gently, moving his fingers with a deliberate slowness, making Seungjoo keenly aware of every sensation.“It’s all wet in here.”“Wa—hng… ah…”The heightened sensitivity had him writhing, and even as he instinctively clutched Muheun’s wrist, Muheun carried on unbothered.“What’ll we do about your clothes, hm?”“Don’t… ngh…”Though he didn’t need to look, Seungjoo was certain his lower half was a complete mess. He wanted to object, but the lingering sensations left him speechless, his breath catching in his throat.“Don’t worry. We’ll change later.”With that, Muheun smoothly pulled down Seungjoo’s pants and boxers, catching him off guard as he slipped them lower, and he hadn’t even noticed until they were hanging by his knees.Muheun then sat up slightly, lifting Seungjoo’s shirt off. The tattoo that ran along his arm—a delicate chain of orchid blossoms—became visible as he cleaned his hand on Seungjoo’s shirt, carelessly tossing it aside.‘Tonight is…’He thought it was just his imagination, but there was no ease in each of Muheun’s movements. Instead of the usual languid atmosphere, there was a strange sense of tension he couldn’t quite understand—especially that subtly subdued gaze. And the way he leaned forward again, taking Seungjoo’s chin and pressing a kiss to his lips.Muheun didn’t even seem to notice Seungjoo’s puzzled expression. He just pecked Seungjoo’s lips a few times, like a bird pecking at its food.“Hyung, wait… a bit, mm…”He kept pecking so much that eventually, his kisses wandered from Seungjoo’s lips to his cheeks and chin in an uncoordinated mess. Feeling overwhelmed, Seungjoo tried to turn his face away, but even that was stopped by Muheun’s hand.“Ah, enough already…!”“Enough kisses?”Despite asking, Muheun didn’t stop. Instead, he chuckled as if finding Seungjoo’s annoyed reaction adorable. Back when they were kids, he’d only stop once Seungjoo started crying, but now he acted as if something terrible would happen if his lips parted.“Why, don’t you like it?”“…Just do whatever you want.”In the end, Seungjoo was the first to give up. With a flushed face, he sighed in resignation, and Muheun, grinning slyly, took Seungjoo’s wrist and guided it between his legs. Seungjoo’s eyes widened in surprise, not sure what was going on, as Muheun’s soft, drawn-out voice came out almost pleadingly.“Touch mine too, Seungjoo.”“……”Damn, this was a sudden, difficult request.He could feel the thick length through his palm. Even though he wasn’t really gripping it—just holding his hand over it—it was obvious. Muheun’s firm erection was much larger than Seungjoo’s, even without a direct comparison.To be fair, Seungjoo wasn’t small, either. In high school, whenever he changed into his gym clothes, people would sometimes notice the outline through his briefs and make comments like, “That guy’s huge.” Not that he was particularly proud of it—he usually ignored such comments. But Muheun’s size would make even him feel inadequate.“Come on… yeah?”Muheun’s voice trailed off playfully, as he moved his hips in a slow, teasing motion against Seungjoo’s hand. There was no shyness in the way he rubbed against his palm. Muheun pressed his lips to Seungjoo’s a couple of times, letting out a breath with a hint of a hum.“You’re just going to keep holding it there?”“…No.”Seungjoo squeezed out a reply, voice barely there. He had talked big just a moment ago, so he felt compelled to follow through. Even though he hadn’t exactly expected “Could you touch me like that?” to fall within the range of things he’d be asked to do.“After all, it’s just like what I have….”He never imagined that this kind of thing would feel so embarrassing. Especially after already climaxing once, now that his head was clearer, it felt even more so. Noticing something in Seungjoo’s expression, Muheun let out a light, ticklish laugh.“…Want me to make you lose your senses again?”“……”How could he be so perceptive? He wasn’t supposed to be able to read minds, yet he seemed to see right through him. Even though Seungjoo wasn’t usually easy to read, he felt like he had no chance against Kim Muheun.“I can do it on my own.”Trying to sound casual, Seungjoo spoke and lowered his free hand. As he brought both hands to the waistband of Muheun’s pants, Muheun finally let go of his wrist and leaned up slightly. Unlike Seungjoo, who was dressed in sweats, Muheun’s pants required him to undo the buckle and lower the zipper.Swallowing hard, Seungjoo undid the buckle. He fumbled twice just to manage that one simple movement. With trembling fingers, he pulled the zipper down, revealing dark underwear and a prominent bulge.“You can touch me directly.”It was permission, but also a clear invitation to touch him directly. Seungjoo understood what that meant and didn’t hesitate, pulling down the waistband of Muheun’s underwear just enough. Immediately, the already hardened erection sprang out.“……”Wow, it’s really… huge.It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Muheun’s body. They’d shared baths and showers as kids. Including his older brothers, Seungtae and Muryeong, it wasn’t unusual for the four of them to see each other naked.But back then… it wasn’t like this. Even accounting for his arousal, the thickness and size weren’t nearly as intimidating. Though it was understandable since they’d only been in middle school, this felt like a surprising rate of growth.“If you stare at me like that, you’ll make me shy….”Muheun smiled with a hint of shyness, his eyes curving in a gentle expression. Of course, the next words, delivered as he nudged Seungjoo’s forehead with his own, were anything but modest.“Are you fascinated by it, Hyung?”“……”His voice was full of amusement. It was obvious why he was using that coaxing tone.“Our Seungjoo’s all grown up, too.”Then, Muheun took Seungjoo’s hands and wrapped them around his length. Seungjoo’s fingers trembled slightly as they wrapped around the thick shaft. While it was intimidating in size, its shape was quite straightforward, so objectively speaking, it didn’t look that frightening.“See? Your hands have grown a lot, too.”“No…”Even so, they were still a bit smaller than Muheun’s hands. But, given that they used to be smaller than his own palm, they had indeed grown a lot. Of course, his focus wasn’t on that—rather, it was on how Muheun was subtly guiding Seungjoo’s hand to move.‘This is just… too much.’He could feel a faint pulsing through the shaft under his palms. Even the pronounced veins stood out vividly. It was hot, incredibly hot, yet somehow the sensation itself felt oddly cool, making him feel strange.“Ah, Seungjoo… just a bit tighter.”With his request, Muheun tightened his grip over Seungjoo’s hands. Naturally, the shaft in Seungjoo’s hands was squeezed even more. The sensation of rubbing under his palm felt completely different from when he would touch himself.It was as if he were being touched while touching. Moving his hips slowly, Muheun matched his movements with Seungjoo’s hand, making it so that Seungjoo was practically guiding his own touch.“Haa….”Pleasure was visible on Muheun’s face, a relaxed breath escaping him. Not even trying to hide it, Muheun openly watched Seungjoo, his eyelids fluttering. Each time their eyes met, he would let out a deliberate moan, almost for Seungjoo to hear.‘…This is way too intense.’His heart pounded, as if he were doing something he shouldn’t. The scene felt so indecent that it made his head spin. This kind of stimulation quickly translated into a physical reaction.“…Are you hard again?”“…!”Startled, Seungjoo flinched, trying to twist his body. Naturally, Muheun didn’t let him go so easily. He only held his hands more firmly, almost admiringly glancing down at Seungjoo’s lower body. His pants and underwear, already pushed down to his knees, revealed the mess below.“What are you looking at?”He asked defensively out of embarrassment, but it had no effect on Muheun. Muheun merely chuckled, finding him cute, and leaned down to bury his face in Seungjoo’s neck. Just when Seungjoo thought he might be released, Muheun instead pressed their lower bodies together, holding them both at once.“Mm, I figured it might help keep my pants dry this time.”“Ugh…”With that remark, the bold Kim Muheun began to move his hips again. He hadn’t intended to grip tightly, but Muheun’s firm hold forced his hands to wrap around them both. Both of them were held together in Seungjoo’s hands, while Muheun’s hands enveloped his.Already slick with pre-cum, the sliding sensation grew with every movement. The wetness, mixing between them, intensified the sensation as it spread. His breath became ragged, feeling trapped with every intake.“Haa, hng….”Maybe it was the lack of furniture, but their voices echoed through the living room. Even in conversation, there was a bit of an echo, but now their breaths and moans filled the room loudly. The heavier his breathing became, the lower and rougher Muheun’s voice grew.“Ah… Seungjoo…”“Ah! Ahh…”The sensitive flesh rubbed roughly together. Even though Muheun was moving with force, he would press down in a way that made Seungjoo feel soft within his grip. The pressure only seemed to increase over time.“Hyung, Hyung…! It hurts.”Afraid he might actually burst, Seungjoo cried out in urgency. His mind was too scrambled to say much else.“Just… a bit gentler….”“…Ah.”Thankfully, Muheun immediately released some of the pressure at his words. Rubbing the area gently to soothe it, he gave Seungjoo an apologetic look, his brows furrowed slightly. Taking a deep breath, he closed his hazy eyes, then opened them, whispering softly.“Sorry, I can’t really control my strength right now.”He seemed to be telling the truth, as Muheun’s behavior had felt a bit different from usual. Though he appeared to be holding back, there was still a sense of pressure, as if his touch had an unusual firmness. If not that, then sometimes his grip would become a bit painful, as it just had.“It’s because of the full moon….”Seungjoo couldn’t hear the last part well. Muheun almost whispered it, and his mind was still too hazy. With his breaths louder than his voice, Seungjoo’s blurred eyes slowly looked around.So he didn’t quite understand how Muheun came to this conclusion.“So let’s keep it like this.”With a gentle tone, Muheun adjusted Seungjoo’s grip to the right pressure. Taking care not to hurt him, Seungjoo tightened his hands slightly, earning a soft kiss on his cheek as if Muheun were saying he was doing well.“Hold it just tight enough that it doesn’t hurt…”“……”The pulsing shaft throbbed firmly within his grip. It felt almost like pain mixed with pleasure, yet it didn’t bother him at all.Well, at least until Muheun moved his hips forcefully once again.“…Ah!”“Yes… good boy…”The warm sensation lingered as Muheun continued to move, bringing various feelings crashing into Seungjoo, even though he wasn’t doing anything himself. Wet, tender skin brushed and pressed together, and as Muheun slid up, his firm tip scraped all along Seungjoo’s length, from base to tip.“Mm…”Just as Seungjoo let out a soft sigh, their lips met in perfect timing. As Seungjoo took a breath, Muheun slipped his tongue inside, savoring the warm space. Instinctively, Seungjoo softly bit down on the intruding tongue, though Muheun made no attempt to pull away.“Mm… yes…”Even though Muheun had initially said he wouldn’t go further, Seungjoo briefly thought about this. That thought faded fast as the feeling intensified with each of Muheun’s movements. The realization that squeezing his hand brought even more pleasure caused Seungjoo’s grip to tighten, imitating Muheun’s earlier movements.In one swift thrust, Muheun drove forward, and a slick sensation filled the space between them. The fluid wasn’t only Seungjoo’s; Muheun, clearly just as affected, added to the warmth, creating a natural lubricant.“Haa…”“…”As the pleasure built to a peak, Muheun didn’t even make a sound anymore. Leaning down, their tongues entwined as he supported himself, pressing his weight firmly on the floor with clenched fists. Despite his controlled posture, the air vibrated with his deep breaths, almost like a restrained beast.“Ah…”Seungjoo tightened his hold, just as Muheun thrust again. At that moment, the pressure finally tipped over, and Seungjoo felt a hot surge spill out, clouding his vision momentarily.“Haa…”“…”Their breaths mingled as they exhaled. Muheun slowly pulled back, leaving Seungjoo’s lips with a trace of saliva mixed with a hint of blood, probably from Seungjoo’s habit of biting down a little too hard.“…Are you okay?”Seungjoo swallowed, feeling a metallic tang linger in his throat. Muheun’s presence filled his senses until, unable to hold on any longer, he drifted off into a haze of darkness.* * *Full Moon. On the fifteenth day of the lunar month, the moon shines bright and round in the night sky, illuminating the darkness far more than usual.On these full moons, Seungjoo had noticed ever since he was young that his neighbors seemed in remarkably high spirits. From the adults to Muheun, Muyeon, and even Muryeong—their energy, or “Yeongi,” was enhanced, making it easier for them to focus and complete their spiritual work.Muryeong, in particular, would be buzzing with energy, almost like a puppy about to go on a walk, with a lightness in his step that made him seem ready to take off at any moment. Though he had mellowed with age, there had been times when he struggled to control this heightened state when he was younger.Because of this, Seungjoo assumed that Muheun and Muyeon might experience similar effects. After all, he had heard that Muyeon could triple his usual workload during full moons.But as for Kim Muheun?“Self-control slips away.”“…You lose control?”Sitting halfway up on the wide bed, Seungjoo furrowed his brows. Muheun was seated beside him, looking away with an unreadable expression, the long orchid tattoo visible beneath his white short-sleeved T-shirt.“It’s like… my reasoning fades.”His voice trailed off, as if contemplating his next words. His black eyes shifted around before he gave Seungjoo a slightly awkward look. The explanation he finally gave seemed to mirror the Muheun of last night.“Basically, I’m not in my right mind.”That morning, Seungjoo had woken up in a familiar bed, dawn breaking through the window as Muheun held him in his sleep. Startled, he had checked himself, and thankfully, both of them were dressed, much to his relief.As soon as Seungjoo stirred, Muheun had woken up, carefully checking Seungjoo’s face, even asking if he was feverish or in pain before finally letting him go, visibly reassured.That’s when Seungjoo noticed he was dressed in a loose T-shirt and shorts that seemed to belong to Muheun. It was fine except for the fact that, as usual, he was missing his underwear, which left him feeling mildly exasperated.Instead of pointing out that little detail, Seungjoo decided to ask the most pressing question on his mind.“…Hyung, does the full moon increase your, um, desires?”It was a direct question, leaving Muheun blinking in surprise, as if caught off guard. After a moment, he let out a laugh, hiding his face with one hand. Finally, he sat up and, with a calm voice, confirmed, “I just lose control a bit.”“Do you know that Yeongi gets stronger in a full moon?”“Yeah.”“Hyung’s constitution…”Muheun, who had quietly started speaking, paused for a moment, choosing his words. As he tilted his head, the tattoo on his neck became more prominent. After a soft hum, Muheun slowly continued.“Was it from when I was twenty? On a full moon, I get much more unstable compared to other exorcists.”“Unstable?”“Yeah, even if I use spiritual power, I can’t control it well, and if it gets worse, I’ll blackout.”The long index finger tapped his temple. Muheun shrugged and added an explanation.“When I’m in that awakened state, all my senses become hypersensitive, so I can’t do anything. As much as I’m more sensitive, I also react more aggressively… That’s why, usually, I don’t go out on the day of the full moon. If I go out and cause trouble for no reason, it’d be problematic.”Although Seungjoo didn’t know the full extent of the “trouble” he was referring to, it was clear that staying locked up at home wasn’t normal. Seungjoo imagined “aggressive Kim Muheun” and shook his head. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t picture a clear image.“So you don’t remember what happens on the full moon?”“Mostly? But that was only when I was younger. These days, I manage it well, so I don’t lose my mind.”In fact, Muheun mentioned that he hadn’t lost control for nearly five years. Since it was just a matter of not using spiritual power, he could finish his work beforehand and rest at home without any issues. It had become part of his daily life, so he didn’t feel uncomfortable about it anymore.“That’s why I was planning to do the same yesterday.”“……”Then he should’ve mentioned it earlier. Seungjoo clamped his mouth shut, thinking this. He understood there were reasons, but it was hard to accept that he had kept it from him. He still didn’t fully understand what “this side” of him, which he didn’t want to show, truly was.Muheun stared at Seungjoo for a moment before slowly reaching out his hand.“The closer you are to someone, the more things you don’t want to show.”His carefully extended hand pressed gently against Seungjoo’s chest, easing him back onto the bed. Seungjoo, who was laid down without any resistance, only furrowed his brow. Then, he subtly asked Muheun.“Do others know about this?”At least, it seemed like Gwangsik didn’t know. But maybe someone else did. If anyone did, he thought about saying, “What’s the difference between them and me?” However, Muheun responded with a calm smile.“No one knows.”Seungjoo froze. Looking up at him at an angle, Muheun’s gaze held no trace of a lie.“…No one?”“Yeah, you’re the only one who knows now.”“Not even family?”“Yeah, I never told them.”“……”Seungjoo seemed speechless, not because he was moved by the fact that he was the only one who knew, but because he felt bad for forcing Muheun to confess something he had hidden so well. And perhaps, he realized that he might have disturbed someone who could’ve been resting well.What if he couldn’t even remember what happened yesterday? With that thought, Seungjoo’s lips parted to ask, but before he could say anything, Muheun quickly responded.“I remember everything from yesterday.”“……”Wow, does this Hyung have mind-reading powers or something?“I wasn’t exactly in my right mind, but I was sober.”Muheun said this with a smile, then added, “Ah, maybe I wasn’t sober either.” His voice, as usual, was lazy. He gently brushed aside Seungjoo’s bangs and explained in a friendly tone.“It means I remember everything, unlike our Seungjoo.”It seemed like he was trying to reassure him, though it also sounded like he might be blaming Seungjoo. After all, Seungjoo still couldn’t remember what happened the day he first woke up in Muheun’s house.“…You said that if the awakened state gets worse, you blackout.”Seungjoo replied, feeling a bit embarrassed. He couldn’t help but feel that Muheun, like him, had been excited enough to lose his composure the previous day. Though Muheun didn’t seem aggressive, he did appear a little out of control. Still, Seungjoo felt a bit unfairly confused about how Muheun could remember everything.“Well…”Muheun grinned and slowly blinked his eyes. He raised five fingers and pressed them gently against Seungjoo’s chest.“Maybe it’s because you absorbed a lot.”Starting from his chest, Muheun’s hand traced down toward his stomach, slowly and teasingly, sending a faint sensation through Seungjoo’s thin t-shirt. The fingers eventually stopped just below his belly button, pinpointing a spot that felt cool to the touch.“This will last about a month.”“…”Seungjoo tensed up, his lower abdomen tightening. The sense of danger in Muheun’s lowered voice was what made him react. Muheun looked at him, still holding him, and asked.“Now, tell me.”What? There was no need to ask. Muheun asked with a sly smile.“Why did you come to me yesterday?”Even though he was clearly smiling, it didn’t feel like he was really smiling. His voice was soft and gentle, but his gaze was heavy and沉, which made it clear something was amiss. Seungjoo wondered why he was making such a face, but the reason became clear when Muheun spoke again.“That goldfish story wasn’t the real point you were trying to make, was it?”It seemed like Muheun had figured it out. Seungjoo’s real reason for speaking up wasn’t the goldfish story, and if he hadn’t gotten upset, he probably would’ve kept it hidden for life. Maybe, from the moment Seungjoo had opened his eyes earlier, Muheun had wanted to bring it up.If they didn’t change the topic now, Muheun would probably start a long lecture. He wouldn’t yell, but being spoken to gently didn’t mean he wouldn’t notice the tension. Knowing this, Seungjoo quickly jumped in before the moment passed.“No, Gwangsik…”“Gwangsik?”“Ah.”Right, that wasn’t his name.“Remember the Gwimae catcher who said he was coming?”“…He said his name was Gwangsik?”“No, it’s not that…”Maybe it was the fact that Seungjoo had rushed into the conversation, but the name had slipped out. He felt a little embarrassed and scrunched up his face. Muheun gave him a puzzled look, which made it worse.“He didn’t tell me his name, so I just started calling him whatever.”“…That’s Gwangsik?”“Yeah, well… Gwangsik.”“Gwangsik…”Muheun, who was mulling over the name again, let out a long breath. The soft exhale sounded more like a suppressed laugh. Through his slightly parted lips, a voice that almost seemed like a sigh escaped.“Gwangsik…”“…”What was this? Did he just get mocked for his naming sense? Well, Gwangsik wasn’t the best name, but still.“You must have gotten pretty close. You even made a nickname.”“Crazy, does it sound like a nickname to you?”If that were the case, Seungjoo would be willing to call Muheun something like ‘Chunsik Hyung’. He asked in shock, but Muheun casually responded.“Why, calling someone by a nickname you made up without even their last name is still a nickname.”“Wow…”He hadn’t expected the lack of a last name to be the issue. The most ridiculous part was that he couldn’t even refute it. So, Seungjoo didn’t hesitate to change the way he referred to the person.“Gwangsik came to see me.”* * *Muheun burst into laughter and turned his head. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, then frowned as if he couldn’t believe it. His shoulders shook with laughter, so it seemed like he really liked the name “Gwangsik.”“Gwangsik…”“…”Although it wasn’t named because it was pretty, the way Muheun was laughing like that made Seungjoo feel strangely uneasy. It was like being mocked for his naming sense, just as he had felt earlier.“…Is it really that funny?”Seungjoo let out a hollow laugh, his face full of disbelief. Since Muheun didn’t stop laughing, Seungjoo had to confirm again, filled with a sense of bewilderment.“Isn’t Gwangsik just a normal name?”Both Kim Muheun and the person Seungjoo was calling Gwangsik were ordinary in their own ways, but if they were talking about ordinariness, the latter seemed even more so. As for the ones with unusual names, there were many who had peculiar things to say about people who were considered ‘odd.’“Your name is Seungjoo, though.”Muheun, still wearing a teasing smile, asked the question back. For Seungjoo, whose name was as ordinary as could be, the remark made perfect sense. Right, Seungjoo was a better choice than Gwangsik. Now, Seungjoo felt like he had made a small mistake.“…Then why doesn’t he just tell me his real name? He said he didn’t have one.”Seungjoo scratched his cheek and awkwardly avoided Muheun’s gaze. Muheun squinted his eyes and hummed, tilting his head slightly.“Well… something like that.”“….”Seungjoo hadn’t expected this. He thought Muheun would be surprised, but instead, he was the one who was taken aback. As Seungjoo shut his mouth in shock, Muheun, in his usual gentle voice, spoke up.“There have always been complaints within the association. The direction it’s going in is increasingly at odds with its original purpose, and more and more, exorcists are being treated like disposable tools.”This was similar to what Gwangsik had told him. Seungjoo also agreed with most of it. After all, the old man had passed away because of it, and Muheun, right in front of him, was currently overworking himself.“Working people is one thing… but now the association is getting too greedy.”Even if working people like that was not acceptable, Seungjoo didn’t interrupt Muheun’s words. He simply kept his eyes on him and waited for him to continue.“The new temple we went to at Hae Yeon Ko was the same. They weren’t supposed to build a new building there, but the construction company pushed it through by offering investment money. As a result, the ground became unstable, the negative energy increased, and spirits got entangled, causing accidents.”“The temple… you mean the one built after cutting down that tree?”“Yeah, that’s the one you and Muryeong were at, right?”“Yeah, it was when I was in my second year.”Back when Seungjoo was in high school, they had been rebuilding an old building on campus into a new temple. The construction had been delayed, and it wasn’t finished until Seungjoo became a second-year student. Afterward, strange incidents kept happening—students passing out near the flower beds or losing their belongings.“That place is cursed.”So that’s what that meant. Seungjoo remembered Muryeong saying this while crossing the bridge that connected the new temple and the main building. Back then, he just thought it was nothing, but now he realized there was more to it. No wonder Muryeong, who wasn’t even a licensed exorcist, stayed up every night trying to deal with the spiritual issues.“The executives had big disagreements back then, and the division hasn’t been resolved. And from that… people like Gwangsik ended up being the ones who suffered.” The chapters have been revised, edited, and compressed, and the complete main story has been released for free, as I’m concerned it might be taken down or worse. I didn’t want to disappoint the readers, so I apologize for any inconvenience, and I hope you enjoy reading the complete story! The side stories will be coming soon, so don't worry~