"Were you... okay with it? With me, like that?" Hyunwoo gives him a look like he's stupid. But it's just affection so deep. "Baby," he sighs. "I let you fuck me raw not even an hour ago. You think I did that because I'm not okay with it?" Junghoon flushes. "Okay, yeah, but-" "I said yes." - Or, Hyunwoo gives everything Junghoon's never dared to ask forㅡand this time, Junghoon finally lets himself want it.

"Hyung," Junghoon says flatly, but his ears are turning red. "you're not allowed to be into this." Hyunwoo doesn't even try to deny it. "I am absolutely, tragically, devastatingly into this." And look, he's not proud of it, okay? He's not proud that his palms are a little sweaty and his pants feel a bit tighter. But he's also not surprised. Because apparently, all it takes is some lipstick, a wig, and a tennis skirt to break whatever flimsy moral fiber he had left. Congratulations to Junghoon's legs for discovering a previously unknown kink. - Or, Hyunwoo sees his boyfriend in drag and experiences ego death via legs. (sequel of "in the quiet between us", set roughly 5~6 months later)