Taming the Obsessive Attachment

‘If Seo Eui-woo asks me to date him, I’ll just go along with it and use my position as his boyfriend to suck him dry to the bone.’

Seo Eui-woo’s omnipotent abilities as an S-rank Esper.

And the hundreds of billions sitting in his mountain of bank accounts.

‘I’ll make him my personal slave with just a flick of my finger and burn through his money like there’s no tomorrow.’

In my first life, I had foolishly accepted everything—swept up by Seo Eui-woo’s relentless obsession and his delicate, pretty face. But in this second life, there was no way in hell I’d let that happen again.

I’d take everything I could squeeze out of him.

Exploit every last bit of use he had.

Survive the gate disaster coming in four years and live the second life I deserved—an extravagant one without a single regret.

‘Mm, thinking about it this way, it actually feels kinda nice…?’

With that mindset, I figured I could tolerate even his most insane, psychotic bullshit for the time being.

Honestly, Seo Eui-woo was kind of cute.

‘Haaah… Yeah, I mean, so what if my boy’s a little crazy? That’s not his fault, is it? It’s not like Seo Eui-woo chose to be born as an Esper.’

I forced myself to bend my own logic.

If I were being honest, I wanted to wash my hands of him entirely—dump his ass on someone else and walk away.

But hey, at the end of the day, I might as well take my boy’s side.

‘As long as I handle him well and teach him properly, everything will work out. Seo Eui-woo picks things up fast, he’s sharp, and he can see three steps ahead of everyone else—he just wastes that brilliant mind of his obsessing over people. His potential is insane, though.’

***

Once I had recovered enough, I rolled my stiff wrist a few times before getting up from the bed. My body was still a mess, but I could at least move around now.

I yanked at the tie around my neck, loosening it, and strolled out into the hallway at a leisurely pace.

There wasn’t even a need to look around. The mansion was exactly as I remembered. I could walk through this place blindfolded.

The first place I went was the dressing room adjacent to the bedroom. As soon as I stepped inside, the ceiling sensors detected my movement, and the room lit up brightly. The neatly closed storage compartments all opened at once, rising smoothly upward.

The first thing that came into view was a massive glass display case.

A glass case filled with weapons.

Just like a secret agent’s hideout in a movie, the wall was lined with meticulously arranged firearms, knives, grenades—each weapon polished and secured in perfect alignment.

I glanced briefly at the weapons rack before walking past it.

Everyday clothes and underwear were stored further inside.

After gathering the clothes he needed and stepping out of the dressing room, the sensor lights reacted just as they had when he entered. The lights automatically shut off, and the storage units closed. This house was absurdly convenient—so much so that it encouraged laziness.

Jae-jin let out a long yawn and headed toward his next destination. His body felt disgusting, so a bath was in order.

The mansion had multiple bathrooms, living up to its name. Some had swimming pools, others had jacuzzis. Any of them would do as long as he could wash up, but considering how filthy he felt, he might as well pick the most luxurious one.

Jae-jin walked to the living room, entered the elevator leading to the upper floors, and rode it up. There were three elevators in this house—one for people, one for cargo, and one for emergencies, if he remembered correctly.

As soon as he arrived on the upper level, he climbed the stairs. The bathroom on the top floor had the best view. Soaking in a steaming bath while overlooking the vast ocean below always helped ease both body and mind.

He filled the tub with hot water and turned on the massive monitor mounted on the wall. After flipping to a news channel, he reached under the mirror and pulled on a hidden handle. The seamless design made it nearly invisible, but behind it was a built-in wine cellar.

He grabbed the first bottle his hand landed on, then sank into the bath.

His torn shirt had been discarded long ago, tossed into the laundry chute. The system automatically sorted and washed the clothes before drying them—another convenience that made this house a paradise for lazy people.

Jae-jin chugged straight from the bottle.

Did he care about the taste? No. He had been drinking expensive alcohol for four years and still couldn’t tell the difference. It was all just for the feeling.

After finishing his bath, he washed his hair, scrubbed his body, and got dressed. He chose a white short-sleeved T-shirt and gray cotton pants.

Seo Eui-woo’s clothes were a bit big on him. The sleeves were loose, and the pant legs nearly dragged on the floor. Jae-jin had a solid build, but Seo Eui-woo was even larger—and if Jae-jin’s memory served him right, that bastard was going to grow even bigger over the next four years.

Feeling refreshed, he applied lotion, towel-dried his hair, and stepped out. He pocketed the leftover lotion, then took the elevator down. His next destination was the kitchen.

Drinking wine on an empty stomach had been a mistake. Now, he regrets it. He needed to eat something.

The kitchen was outfitted like a high-end hotel. It had eight gas burners, multiple ovens for different purposes, three built-in refrigerators, and the latest, top-tier cooking appliances.

But Seo Eui-woo?

The guy didn’t know how to cook for shit.

This entire kitchen had been left untouched.

Jae-jin opened the lower cabinets, looking for a knife. A neatly arranged set of finely honed blades sat inside. Among them was his favorite kitchen knife—the one he had used for years, practically a comrade at this point.

He set the knife on the cutting board, then opened the fridge.

As expected, it was mostly stocked with vacuum-sealed military rations and protein shakes—piles upon piles of them. Seo Eui-woo only ate that kind of crap, so he had boxes of the stuff stacked up.

Jae-jin moved to the freezer and was relieved to find something decent inside. Expensive cuts of beef in a wooden box, wild pine mushrooms wrapped in cloth—most likely unopened gifts from high-ranking government officials. Seo Eui-woo had probably tossed them in here without a second thought and completely forgotten about them.

Anyway, if he reduced some of that wine into a sauce and stir-fried the beef and mushrooms together, it’d make for a decent meal.

After defrosting the ingredients, he chopped them into bite-sized pieces with his favorite knife and cooked them to perfection.

By the time the aroma of sizzling meat filled the air, the sun had begun dipping below the horizon.

Dusk had arrived.

The once-blue sky was now painted in shades of red.

Jae-jin plated the beef and mushrooms onto a tray, grabbed a spoon and chopsticks, and carried everything to the dining room. He set the massive twelve-person table, placing his meal neatly before him.

Just then, a white light flashed outside.

Like a fine mist of light particles dispersing in all directions—

It was the signature trace of teleportation.

Seo Eui-woo had finished his jump. Emerging from the sterile teleportation chamber, he walked straight to the dining room, already fully aware of Jae-jin’s presence—even though Jae-jin had made no sound.

Well, not that it was surprising.

Jae-jin had expected Seo Eui-woo to return around this time anyway.

“Seo Eui-woo, sit down.”

Kwon Jae-jin held out a set of utensils for him. Then, as if demonstrating, he took a seat across the table. He calmly picked up his chopsticks and grabbed a piece of meat, chewing it leisurely.

Seo Eui-woo, dressed in his black combat uniform, stood silently, gazing down at Jae-jin as he ate. His gray eyes carried an odd heat.

“That… That was amazing. Seriously…”

Like a boy in love, Seo Eui-woo suddenly blurted out the words and took a step closer. He paid no mind to the chair Jae-jin had offered or the utensils meant for him.

Standing so close their bodies nearly touched, he reached out and cradled Jae-jin’s face in both hands. A shadow, as dark as ink, was cast over Jae-jin’s body mid-meal.

“My guide… Finally… It felt so good. This is my first time experiencing something like this. M-my chest feels tight. I’m overwhelmed with joy. What do I do?”

Seo Eui-woo’s long, monolid eyes curved into a smile as he gently stroked Jae-jin’s cheek. His gaze was innocent, his touch almost tender. To anyone watching, it would look like a love confession.

Jae-jin, completely unfazed by Seo Eui-woo’s clinging, simply picked up a piece of mushroom with his chopsticks and ate it.

“Sit down. I need to eat, and we have things to discuss.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to be apart from you.” Seo Eui-woo’s voice carried a slight tremor. “Do you have any idea how desperately I wanted to come back to you? I was so anxious. Look—my fingers, I chewed them up.”

“Ah. Is that so.”

Seo Eui-woo stretched out his hand, spreading all five fingers. His fingertips were raw and blistered, the skin peeled back from excessive biting.

Jae-jin, already used to Seo Eui-woo’s bizarre habits, dismissed it with little concern. Instead, he picked up a perfectly cooked piece of meat and held it up to Seo Eui-woo’s lips, offering him a bite.

But Seo Eui-woo ignored the food entirely, his fingers continuing to trace over Jae-jin’s face.

He persistently kneaded his cheeks, flicked at his ears, and even went so far as to try pushing his fingers into Jae-jin’s mouth. At that, Jae-jin scowled and turned his head away.

“Let’s guide. Right now.”

Seo Eui-woo was relentless.

His mind was entirely consumed by the need for guiding.

And this time, he abandoned his hands and leaned in with his lips.

He pressed a kiss to the top of Jae-jin’s head, the damp strands of his freshly washed hair flattening under Seo Eui-woo’s lips.

“You’re my guide, Jae-jin. Let’s guide.”

“How much are you paying me?”

“…Huh?”