Taming the Obsessive Attachment

Seo Eui-woo thrust his hips forward, positioning his knees between Kwon Jae-jin’s armpits and lowering his body so that the tip of his cock hovered near Jae-jin’s lips. His engorged member almost touched Jae-jin’s dry lips, tantalizingly close. If Seo Eui-woo leaned in just a bit more, his cock would plunge into Jae-jin’s mouth. Yet, he held back, resisting the urge to cross that final line, yearning desperately.

“Ah, ugh, kuh…”

Seo Eui-woo’s cock was swollen and red, looking painfully engorged from base to tip. It was unclear how long he had been stroking himself, but with each stroke, clear precum dripped down. A drop landed near Jae-jin’s lips, causing Seo Eui-woo to react more intensely than Jae-jin himself.

“Ha.”

His already wild eyes darkened further, flashing with a fierce intensity. Jae-jin braced himself, thinking this was the end.

Seo Eui-woo’s lower body tensed, veins bulging in his neck, and his furrowed brows contorted in agony. His entire lower half trembled, as if ready to thrust into Jae-jin’s mouth at any moment. Yet, he did nothing.

Like a boat weathering a storm, he closed his eyes tightly, barely containing his surging desire. He growled and grumbled impatiently.

“Is it really that hard… to just call my name once? Is it that impossible?”

“……”

“Ha, Jae-jin, you’re so cruel… Heartless! How can you be like this? I… Forget it. Don’t do it. I don’t need it.”

“……”

“I’ll… I’ll say it myself. I’ll call your name, Kwon Jae-jin.”

“……”

“Jae-jin. Jae-jin… Ah, ugh! Kwon Jae-jin, Kwon Jae-jin!”

Seo Eui-woo released his pent-up desire, ejaculating onto Jae-jin’s cheek and eye. The sticky semen dripped down, leaving an unpleasant sensation.

Yet, strangely, Seo Eui-woo looked even more disgusted than Kwon Jae-jin. Although he had climaxed, Seo Eui-woo seemed utterly unsatisfied. Instead, he appeared as if he had endured a horrific and sordid experience, his handsome brow furrowed in distress.

His gray eyes flickered like a candle in the wind, their flame dancing wildly before extinguishing. He closed his eyes, swallowing a groan, and turned his head away. The emptiness left by his unfulfilled desire threatened to reignite at the sight of Jae-jin’s semen-streaked face.

Seo Eui-woo slid down onto the bed, pulling Jae-jin into an embrace. Jae-jin wiped the sticky mess from his face onto the bedsheet and pretended to ignore him. His head spun, and his insides felt twisted and hot. Seo Eui-woo’s expression, his eyes, his voice—everything was a chaotic jumble.

Jae-jin felt uncomfortable between his legs but didn’t let it show. He stared blankly at the wall, noticing a large crack where Seo Eui-woo had lost control of his abilities. He waited silently for time to pass, knowing that morning would soon arrive. Then, he wouldn’t have to be entangled with Seo Eui-woo or lie helplessly in bed. The situation below would calm down, and…

Fuck…

***

Weeks had passed since Seo Eui-woo and Kwon Jae-jin entered a state of cold war. Their daily routine had crumbled, leaving only tense, exhausting days.

Jae-jin barely left the bedroom, except to eat or shower, and even then, he only ate Seo Eui-woo’s rations. Seo Eui-woo tried to feed him proper meals, but Jae-jin refused everything.

Their roles seemed reversed—Jae-jin now mirrored Seo Eui-woo’s former behavior, while Seo Eui-woo took on Jae-jin’s past role of trying to feed and care for him.

As time wore on, their conflict deepened, and emotions frayed. Yet, neither could back down. Seo Eui-woo couldn’t kill Jae-jin, and Jae-jin couldn’t abandon his family. It was a war neither could afford to lose.

Thus, they remained locked in a stalemate, with no winner in sight. Days turned into a futile struggle, and time slipped away. Winter arrived, with frost on the windows and occasional snow flurries that melted quickly, leaving Jae-jin with a sense of emptiness.

The pointless conflict felt like a hamster wheel, spinning endlessly. What was the point of this endless strife? It only left them both exhausted.

“How much longer do you plan to be stubborn?”

Early morning.

After a sleepless night, Jae-jin lay curled up under the blanket, murmuring in despair. Seo Eui-woo held the blanket-wrapped Jae-jin tightly in his arms. He must be awake too.

Ever since the guiding stopped, Seo Eui-woo’s chronic insomnia had returned. Whether it was the lack of guiding or the cold war with Jae-jin, Seo Eui-woo couldn’t sleep.

Seo Eui-woo responded in a low, rough voice that startled Jae-jin.

“If you stop being stubborn, Kwon Jae-jin.”

He looked like a starving beast, trapped and desperate, with tantalizing prey just out of reach. Despite his intense craving for his guide, Seo Eui-woo had managed to restrain himself for weeks, never once demanding or forcing guiding from Jae-jin.

Jae-jin had expected him to cave in to his instincts within days, but Seo Eui-woo proved him wrong. Sometimes he seemed childish, other times brutal, but Seo Eui-woo was a highly trained elite soldier, accustomed to suppressing the monstrous power within him. His mental fortitude far exceeded Jae-jin’s expectations.

Even after all this time, Seo Eui-woo remained steadfast. When he couldn’t bear it anymore, he would masturbate while looking at Jae-jin, and if that wasn’t enough, he would dislocate a finger joint to endure the pain. He was truly formidable, defying all reason.

“Ha… Don’t you need guiding, Mr. Seo Eui-woo? If it were me, I’d use this time to practice restoring my memories.”

Unable to bear the situation any longer, Jae-jin tried to reason with Seo Eui-woo, who responded coldly.

“You’re right, Jae-jin. Practice might help.”

“But why… Why are you doing this?”

“Why do you think?”

Seo Eui-woo turned his icy gray eyes to Jae-jin, his gaze as lifeless as Jae-jin’s own. A dead soul, a corpse.

“Hmm? Why do you think?”

Seo Eui-woo used his abilities. His telekinesis pulled back Jae-jin’s blanket and touched his neck. The invisible force pressed against Jae-jin’s throat, a reminder of Seo Eui-woo’s power.

Though he couldn’t touch Jae-jin directly, Seo Eui-woo could exert physical force through his abilities. For weeks, he had only interacted with Jae-jin this way, ensuring no guiding occurred.

This couldn’t even be called touching…

“Ugh.”

Jae-jin suppressed a groan as his throat was pressed. If Seo Eui-woo lost control of his abilities, Jae-jin’s neck could easily snap. The invisible force crawled up from his neck to his chin and cheek, scraping against his skin.

“Seo Eui-woo, stop…”

Seo Eui-woo was intimidating, his power overwhelming and terrifying. The force pressed against Jae-jin’s cheek, turning his head to the side. His face sank into the pillow, hair splayed across it.

“Let’s stop this. Let’s just… end it.”

Jae-jin frowned, waving his hand in dismissal. He slowly pulled his arm out from under the white blanket, reaching towards Seo Eui-woo.

“There’s no need to keep doing this. I’ll guide you… But you must give up something in return.”