Into The Thrill

It was hard to keep a clear mind when he was with Moon Haewon. It wasn’t like him, so he had tried to keep his distance. He had planned to entertain Haewon when he felt like it—to let him in just enough, hold him, and then pull away. But now that Haewon had responded like this, he was realizing that "just enough" had never been possible in the first place.
"Was it really such a terrible thing that it should end this easily? You know I say things without thinking."

When Moon Haewon had called him a "dog," Hyun Woojin had finally understood what it meant to be in turmoil. There had been times when he had wanted to erase someone simply because they were no longer useful. But feeling the raw, violent urge to kill someone out of pure emotion—this was the first time.
Haewon kept provoking him like this, and the fact that he reacted to it every time irritated him. Being around Haewon unsettled him in ways he couldn’t comprehend. He wasn’t used to being swayed by emotion. Because of Haewon, he had come to realize that the feelings he had always assumed he didn’t possess actually existed within him.
Woojin called his name in a low voice.

"Haewon."
"I miss you. I miss you so much I feel like I’m going to die."
Had calling his name triggered something?

Haewon clung to him, his voice heavy with tears. He was overflowing with emotion, just like when he played the violin.
He hadn’t thought much of the phrase I miss you so much I feel like I’m going to die, but now he was realizing just how much it could shake a person.
"This is uncomfortable."

Woojin meant it. Haewon kept poking at places inside him that weren’t ruled by logic, and it made him uneasy.
"You son of a bitch."
"……."

"What’s so easy for you? I feel like I’m dying, but you—why is it all so easy for you?"
"Whether it was a misunderstanding or the truth, you were the one who didn’t look back."
For now, he had to keep his distance from Haewon. He couldn’t let this interfere with his work. Haewon’s habit of acting on his own whims needed to be fixed. Only then would he be able to control Moon Haewon—and himself. Controlling the situation with strict precision and making things go according to his will didn’t apply to Haewon alone.

If he couldn’t even regulate something as trivial as personal emotions, it would eventually affect his plans. A small crack could bring down the entire structure. Now was a time for caution.
"I was scared. I was afraid you really were like that, that you really were that kind of person. Do you have any idea how I felt? I didn’t know what to do."
"Not knowing what to do means abandoning me?"

"That’s not it."
"And if it had been true? If I really had been involved with Hayeong’s younger sister, then throwing me away would have been the right thing to do?"
"……."
"You treated me like trash."

"No, I didn’t."
"Stop it. I’m hanging up."
What did he mean by I was afraid you were really like that?

Did he mean that being with his dead fiancée’s younger sister was wrong?
Understanding the language and emotions of ordinary people had always been difficult for Woojin. He had learned to grasp common ideas, but anything outside of that was impossible to explain logically, nor could he memorize it conceptually.
After ending the call, Woojin stood still, staring out the window, trying to make sense of what Haewon had said.

"I’ll take care of it."
"GHB and meth have been delivered. He just went in."
The report said that Moon Haewon had followed a man he met at a bar into a motel. The man had ordered GHB and methamphetamine. It was a headache. Woojin had thought that if he stopped looking, there would be fewer things to worry about, but controlling Haewon from a distance was proving to be far more exhausting.

"Commissioner, this is Prosecutor Hyun Woojin from the Central District Prosecutors' Office. I apologize for calling at this hour."
"What’s going on? Do you know what time it is?"
His watch read around 10 p.m.

Last year, he had discreetly handled the police commissioner’s corruption case, ensuring it never reached prosecution. The commissioner owed him a debt, and Woojin collected on it whenever he needed to. Of course, he never asked for anything the man couldn’t handle. He only requested things that fell within the commissioner’s authority—matters that were entirely legal. Through these small favors, he kept reminding the commissioner who was really in control.
"I need a favor. I need a crackdown on prostitution."
"A prostitution bust? We just did a large-scale raid recently."

"Just one location will do. The K Motel in District D. There’s something I need to retrieve from someone staying there. If a raid happens, I’ll just take what I need."
"I’ll send some officers from the local precinct."
"No, send Sergeant Kim Seok-ho from the Violent Crimes Unit."

"Who? Kim Seok-ho from Violent Crimes?"
"Yes. He’s on duty tonight."
"Fine. That’s easy enough."

It wasn’t illegal. A prostitution raid was just a phone call away for the commissioner. After ending the call, Woojin contacted the informant watching Haewon and told him to be ready—there would be a raid soon.
He tried to get back to work, but his mind refused to focus. The text message about Haewon holding hands with a stranger as they entered a motel wouldn’t leave his head. A motel. Moon Haewon, who wouldn’t even sleep in anything less than a hotel, had walked into a cheap motel. And he had held hands with the man.
That hand—those hands. The hands that had to be protected at all costs, that people would go blind for just to touch, had been touched by some random bastard.

The pen in Woojin’s grip snapped in two with a sharp crack.
Moon Haewon was trying to forget him. This was his way of thrashing against it.
An unforeseen consequence.

He had expected Haewon to lock himself up at home and cry in silence. He hadn’t anticipated him getting drunk, letting some man take his hand, and walking into a motel. And now that man had GHB and meth.
Woojin knew what happened when Haewon got aroused.
He got up. Grabbed his jacket, his car keys, and his phone. His steps to the parking lot were urgent.

A police car sat in front of the K Motel, its red and blue lights flashing. Two officers had already stormed inside, and a half-dressed man and woman came running down the hall, shielding their faces as they rushed past him.
His personal informant was nowhere to be seen. He had likely cleared out once the raid started. Woojin reached the room number he had been given and pushed open the half-ajar door.
"I’m Prosecutor Hyun Woojin."

"Ah, I’m Sergeant Kim Seok-ho from Violent Crimes. I called earlier."
The man, who looked more like a criminal than a cop, shook his outstretched hand. His thick palm was covered in calluses. It was like shaking a bear’s paw rather than a person’s hand.
Kim Seok-ho had clearly arrived before anything happened. Lying on the bed, Moon Haewon was unharmed. More importantly, he wasn’t aroused. He was completely unconscious.

A small amount of GHB and meth could render someone helpless, but it wouldn’t knock them out entirely. Which meant the man had likely mixed in something else as well.
The suspect, now handcuffed, was kneeling on the floor with his face pressed against the mattress. His arms were twisted behind his back at an awkward angle.
"We received an anonymous tip about prostitution, and when we came in, I recognized the guy."

They could have brushed it off as just two men having a fun night, but Sergeant Kim Seok-ho had recognized Moon Haewon. Seeing Haewon unconscious while the other man hovered over him had raised red flags.
Kim Seok-ho had assumed Haewon was an out-on-bail suspect and had immediately contacted Woojin.
Woojin had been planning to have his informant extract Haewon once the raid started, but this was a much more convenient outcome.

"GHB and crystal meth," Woojin murmured. "If he lost consciousness, the dose must have been lethal. Unless he completely lost his mind, there's no way he unknowingly consumed that. There's a high chance another substance was involved. Arrest him immediately. Go through his phone, arrest the dealer, and track down the supplier."
The man, his clothes and hair disheveled—likely from a struggle with Kim Seok-ho—lifted his head with difficulty and looked at Woojin, who had just given the order for his arrest.
Woojin stepped closer, staring at the man’s face for a long moment. He had seen plenty of these bastards who drugged people to have their way with them, so it shouldn’t have affected him. But this one—this one made his blood boil. He wanted to grind the man’s face into the ground until it was unrecognizable.

"Charge him with incapacitated rape, abduction under diminished capacity, violation of drug control laws. I don’t know what kind of piece of shit he is, but… let’s just ruin his life."
The edges of Woojin’s eyes were rigid with cold fury, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.
"W-Wait a minute! There’s been a misunderstanding!" The man stammered, his desperation palpable. "I didn’t abduct him! We walked in together! You can check the CCTV! He was already drunk, and he had more to drink, that’s why he passed out. I didn’t do anything on purpose!"

"Take him away."
Without bothering to respond to the man's pathetic excuses, Woojin straightened his back. At a glance from Kim Seok-ho, another detective lifted the man up and dragged him out. Kim Seok-ho then gestured toward the bed where Moon Haewon lay unconscious.
"He’s an out-on-bail suspect, correct?"

"Start the investigation tomorrow morning. I’ll take care of him for now. I’ll give you his contact information—make sure you do a thorough interrogation tomorrow."
"Understood. I’ll be on my way then."
Once Kim Seok-ho left, the motel room fell into silence.

Woojin looked down at Haewon, his face illuminated by the garish red and blue neon lights bleeding in through the curtains. He called his informant and told him to leave—he would handle things himself from here.
His eyes ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) swept over the room. The table was littered with half-eaten chicken and spilled beer. It seemed Kim Seok-ho had already collected the evidence.
It was a filthy place—somewhere Woojin didn’t want to linger for even a second. He barely breathed in. Just seeing Moon Haewon lying here felt wrong.

Without a change in expression, Woojin walked over, grabbed Haewon’s limp arm, and hoisted him onto his back. The dead weight of Haewon, heavy like waterlogged cotton, pressed down on his shoulders. Without touching anything, Woojin kicked the door open and closed it behind him the same way.
He opened the passenger seat of his car and set Haewon down. Haewon slumped forward, his body falling onto the gear shift. Woojin straightened him, securing him in place with the seatbelt. As he did, the scent of strong alcohol and another man’s cologne hit his nose. A foreign smell.
His brows furrowed as he reached for the seatbelt, fastening Haewon’s unsteady body against the seat.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, Woojin pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. Smoke filled the car before he rolled down the window and pressed the accelerator. He smoked the cigarette to the very end before stubbing it out in an empty bottle. The faint hissing of the ember drowning in liquid filled the silence.
He turned his head.
Haewon’s face, shifting slightly with the car’s movement, had tilted toward him.

Woojin leaned in, inhaling.
The unpleasant cologne had faded, replaced by the scent of his cigarette.
As the traffic light turned red, Woojin stepped on the brake and studied Haewon’s sleeping face.

There were no traces of tears left on his cheeks.
But he had been crying.
He regretted not seeing it.

If Moon Haewon cried in front of him—if he knelt and begged—no matter what Haewon had done, Woojin would forgive him.
It was unsettling.
He had never been merciful, but when it came to Moon Haewon, he was boundlessly lenient. He told himself it was just a passing mood, but in truth, it was because it was Haewon.

He had long accepted that Haewon was an exception.
Pale, flawless skin, sharp and delicate features tightly filling his small face. Lips pressed together in a way that made him look either angry or sulking.
Woojin leaned in and licked his lips.

It wasn’t a kiss.
It was more like wiping something dirty off. A mechanical movement, void of tenderness.
After thoroughly cleaning Haewon’s lips with his tongue, Woojin spat into the bottle where he had discarded his cigarette.

"Walking around with filth on you, huh?"
Arriving at Haewon’s officetel, Woojin parked in the underground lot. Again, he lifted Haewon onto his back. He wasn’t careful this time—Haewon wouldn’t feel it anyway. As his head thudded against walls and doorframes, Woojin didn’t slow down. This wasn’t punishment for walking into a motel with another man.
The door lock code was still the same.

Was he careless? Naïve? Or did he really live without a single thought in his head?
Woojin dumped him onto the bed.
Haewon didn’t even make a sound. Woojin placed a finger under his nose.

A faint breath touched his skin, slow and steady.
Woojin looked around the unchanged officetel interior before taking a deep breath.
Seeing Haewon unconscious in that motel had made his blood boil. But thinking rationally, it had worked in his favor. After an experience like this, Haewon wouldn’t be foolish enough to drink and follow a stranger again.

If he did, Woojin wasn’t sure what he’d do.
Mental conditioning. Physical restraint.
One way or another, he would do something.

He soaked a towel in warm water, wrung it out, and methodically stripped Haewon’s clothes.
Then he realized—he had been staring at Haewon’s naked body for too long, his gaze too intense. Looking away, he retrieved a pajama set from the wardrobe and placed it beside the bed.
With the damp towel, he carefully wiped Haewon down. His lips. His hands, arms, shoulders, chest, stomach—every inch, as though preparing a body for burial.

As the cloth moved over his skin, Haewon shivered from the chill.
Woojin wiped him clean.
Completely.

Until he was untouched.
Pure.
Only his.

When he was satisfied, Woojin glanced down at himself—at the erection straining against his pants.
"……."
Woojin focused solely on returning Moon Haewon to a pure state without any sexual intervention, but his body betrayed his will, causing an erection.

This was the problem with Moon Haewon.
Woojin only became sexually aroused when he wanted to satisfy his lust, and in other situations, he could perfectly separate his emotions and his body. He despised those who became excited and lost their reason to emotions.
Especially since, for him, sexual desire was a lower concept than appetite, the need for sleep, or even the urge to eliminate, and even below the desire for achievement. Yet, when he was with Moon Haewon, his sexual desire escaped his control, demonstrating how strong instinctual forces could dominate a human.

There was nothing Woojin couldn't endure. It wasn't that he was patient enough to withstand pain; rather, he simply didn't need to exercise patience.
Recognizing his instinct, he casually unbuckled his pants and unzipped them. He took out his erect penis. He brought Moon Haewon's hand to it, making her wrap her hand around the sticky, lubricated tip. He gripped the back of her hand and stimulated his penis. He didn’t stop there but covered her lips with his, pushing his tongue in to part her lips.
He sucked on the softly moist inside. As her mouth opened passively, he gently pulled her tongue and twirled it around, sucking and rubbing it vigorously while caressing Moon Haewon's hair. Her clean scent wafted strongly.

Although he didn't climax easily, perhaps because it had been a long time, Woojin was rapidly engulfed in arousal. The sound of his heavy breathing in solitude grew louder.
He kissed and sucked on Moon Haewon's lips, which might have been touched by another man, her cheeks, jaw, neck, collarbone, and breasts, tasting the nipples that were the same color as her lips and the pale areolas, consuming them as if drinking them in.