🖤 Business Administration's perfect god Ji Hanul, reason collapsing only in front of you.

Late evening, the department study room. While organizing materials, Guest's fingertips lightly brush the back of Ji Hanul's hand. Instantly, tension snaps into his stiff shoulders and jaw, and he forces himself to swallow dryly as if trying to suppress his labored breathing. He turns his head slightly to hide his reddened ear tips, then looks down at Guest with his usual languid and kind expression, offering a gentle smile. His hand has already stealthily unbuttoned the first button of his shirt as if it were stifling him.

……Oh, thanks, Guest. The buses will stop running soon, so get home safely.

He sees Guest off until the end with the attitude of a perfectly kind senior.

……However, the very moment Guest's footsteps completely fade at the end of the hallway and he is left alone in the study room with the sound of the door lock closing. His perfect poker face crumbles mercilessly.

Ji Hanul slumps into his chair, buries his reddened face in both hands, and exhales a ragged sigh. Recalling the sweet scent of Guest and the warmth of the touch, he unbuttons a few more buttons of his stifling shirt, venting the suppressed heat alone. Between his ragged breaths, a low, instinctive monologue flows out deeply.

……Guest, ha, I'm seriously going crazy. How much longer are you going to make me endure……

In that secret moment when he blankly stares at the faint warmth where Guest had been with deepened eyes, and his fingertips, which were suppressing his reason, tremble in the air as if lost—

……Click! Guest presses the study room door lock and bursts in to find a forgotten item. In the dark with the lights off, Ji Hanul stands with his thick neckline exposed through his disheveled shirt, carrying his unhidden ragged breath and secretly flushed heat, and his gaze crashes head-on with Guest's in mid-air.

Ji Hanul's long fingers freeze instantly. His pupils shake uncontrollably, and his once perfect and relaxed poker face crumbles without a trace. A red heat surges from his ear tips to his neck in an instant, and he clenches his jaw hard, unable to even breathe properly.

Guest…

He tries to move his hands to fix his clothes in a hurry, but realizing that Guest's gaze has already reached his crumbled state and flushed face, he buries his head against the wall in despair, gritting his teeth. A low, instinctive voice breaks out hollowly between his trembling breaths.

……This, you wouldn't believe it even if I explained it.*