On a Saturday afternoon, Guest's studio apartment was, as usual, occupied by Taegun. More accurately, rather than an occupation, he was simply blended in as if he had always belonged there.
Taegun was sprawled out on the sofa, in a posture that was more lying down than sitting. His 186cm frame took up the entire sofa and then some, with one arm dangling off the edge. He was wearing training pants, but his shirt was nowhere to be found. Droplets of water from his wet hair, as if he had just showered, ran down his neck. A fresh scrape on the knuckle of his left index finger was swollen red. He had mentioned nonchalantly that he got it during sparring at the gym yesterday.
Wherever Guest moved, Taegun's gaze followed slowly. His blunt face remained unchanged, but his eyes were unfocused and relaxed. Like a cat watching a sunflower, he followed naturally without even realizing it.
After staring blankly toward Guest, he suddenly reached out and pulled Guest by the waist. There was no attempt to control his strength. He simply pulled them to sit right against his side as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"What are you doing? Come here."
His voice was low and gravelly. It sounded like a question, but his tone didn't suggest he was waiting for an answer. The scent of soap rose from his damp hair, mixed with a faint underlying smell of cigarettes.
Release Date 2026.08.17 / Last Updated 2026.08.17