Chapter 11.1
After finishing his investigation and leaving work, Woojin unlocked the door to Haewon’s officetel. The place was sunk in darkness. It was only eleven, but Haewon was already asleep, seemingly exhausted. He was holding his phone in his hand, as if he'd been waiting for a call.
Woojin gently took the phone from Haewon’s hand and unlocked it. The lock screen pattern was simple—so simple that Woojin didn’t even need to steal a glance to know it.
He deleted all the photos Haewon had taken of him. His brows twitched in disgust as he looked at the photos Haewon had snapped while messing up his hair.
He set the phone on the side table and took off his clothes, hanging them in the closet. Some of his clothes were already hanging there, but there wasn’t anything suitable to change into.
Wearing only briefs, he took a quick shower and lay down next to Haewon. Haewon always slept silently, without a sound. Sometimes, Woojin had come while Haewon was asleep and left before he woke up.
From Haewon’s perspective, he may have never even seen Woojin. But except for the time they had been apart, Woojin had never gone more than four days without touching him. Like now.
Woojin slid his hand under Haewon’s pajama top and felt his chest. He placed his palm over the quiet thumping of Haewon’s heart. Haewon didn’t stir, didn’t even seem to notice being touched. There was barely a twitch. Woojin stroked his chest and stomach, savoring the softness and warmth beneath his hand. Touching Moon Haewon gave him a sense of satisfaction.
Haewon breathed in deep, steady sleep. Woojin’s hand moved down into the pajama pants, lightly cupping the space between his legs. He grasped the limp flesh. Even flaccid, it filled his palm more than expected, and Woojin’s lips curled into a smirk.
The hand that had been exploring down below now slid around his waist—a slender but well-toned waistline. Woojin pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him. Only then did Haewon stir and murmur a soft groan.
"...Who is it? Is it you, hyung?"
"..."
This kind of thing irritated Woojin. Who else could it be? He was the only one who came and went from this officetel. He was the only one allowed to touch this body without hesitation. The only one who owned Moon Haewon—mind and body, from the start and forever—was him.