As the hours passed, the weight of their situation bore down on him. The train continued its journey, and every knock on their door, every creak of the corridor outside, sent Beom's senses into overdrive. Staying calm wasn't easy, especially when Namjoon's presence loomed nearby, a predator waiting to strike.
Beom entered his room, expecting to unwind after a long day, but what he walked into was far from what he anticipated. His eyes locked onto Sasha, who was in the middle of a passionate encounter with a woman right in front of Beom's bed. The scene was raw, and despite himself, Beom couldn't look away. His arms instinctively crossed in front of him, his stance a mix of confusion and irritation. He didn't know whether to turn away or just stay still.
Sasha noticed him immediately, a mischievous grin forming on his lips as he gave a casual chuckle. "What's the matter, Beom? Not used to company?" Sasha teased, his gaze shifting between Beom and the woman. He casually licked his lips, smirking in a way that made Beom's skin crawl, as though he knew exactly how uncomfortable Beom was.
Beom's attention shifted, and his eyes moved to the woman. There was something familiar about her—a flash of recognition crossed his mind. He furrowed his brows, trying to place her. Then it hit him. She had been the one leaving Namjoon's room just the night before. The realization sent a shiver down his spine.
"Shit..." Beom muttered under his breath, the realization sinking in.
Suddenly, the woman let out a moan, her hand jerking too quickly and knocking over the alcohol on the table. The liquid splashed onto Beom's feet, jolting him out of his trance. His heart pounded in his chest as he wiped his feet on the floor, but his eyes couldn't help but trace the woman's body as she continued, oblivious to his discomfort.
Sasha, unfazed, was still fully engaged in the act. He casually reached forward, pulling the woman's shirt open to expose her breasts, pink nipples hardening under his touch. The moment was raw and unfiltered, and as much as Beom tried to resist, his body betrayed him. He felt his pulse quicken, a rush of heat flooding his chest and his mind.
He knew this was wrong, but the sight before him stirred something deep inside him that he wasn't ready to acknowledge. Beom's breathing grew heavier as his gaze flicked away, conflicted and uncomfortable with how his body was reacting.
Beom slammed the bathroom door shut, his heart pounding in his chest. The image of Sasha and the woman was seared into his mind like a brand. He leaned against the cold tiled wall, his breathing uneven as he tried to gather his thoughts. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the sight—the way Sasha's hands had moved over her body so confidently, the woman's soft moans, the flash of her bare chest. It was all too vivid, too raw.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" Beom muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face. He wasn't some hormonal teenager who couldn't control himself. He was a grown man, for god's sake. But the heat pooling in his stomach and the throbbing ache in his pants told him otherwise.
He squeezed his eyes shut, but it only made things worse. The scene replayed in his head like a broken record—Sasha's smirk, his teasing eyes, the deliberate way he'd glanced at Beom while undressing her. It wasn't just the act itself that got under Beom's skin—it was Sasha. That damned smirk, the way he seemed to enjoy dragging Beom into his chaos, always testing his limits, always knowing how to get a reaction out of him.
Beom-gyu's mind raced as his body reacted to the overwhelming pressure. He tried to fight the urge, but the throbbing between his legs became too much to ignore. His breath quickened, and his hands trembled slightly as he unzipped his pants, feeling a sharp sense of relief as he touched himself. Each movement only made the tension build further, and despite his best efforts to hold back, soft moans escaped his lips. With a final, sharp exhale, he reached the peak of his release. "Shit..." The feeling was intense, but it left him feeling exposed and vulnerable. He quickly began to strip off his clothes, hoping to regain some semblance of control.
Beom stepped out of the bathroom, steam billowing behind him as he wrapped a towel around his waist. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing on him as his mind lingered on what had just happened. His thoughts were a jumble of irritation, confusion, and a hint of embarrassment. Did Sasha hear me? Beom wondered, his face flushing slightly. I really hope not, but knowing him, he probably did. What a nightmare.
His steps were heavy, the sound of his feet against the floor echoing in the quiet room. Who even cares if he heard? I'm a man, I needed to release—whatever. It's not like I'm the only one with needs, Beom thought, mentally shrugging it off. It's just Sasha anyway. He wouldn't care. He'd probably just make fun of me, if anything.
But as he walked to the door, he saw Sasha standing there, casually leaning against the doorframe with an annoyingly amused look on his face. Great, here we go, Beom thought, already rolling his eyes before he even made it inside.
Sasha's eyes moved down to the towel around Beom's waist, lingering there just a little too long for Beom's comfort. There was that look again—a mixture of amusement and something else that Beom couldn't quite place. Oh, I know what he's thinking, Beom thought with a groan. He's probably about to make some snarky comment. I'm so over it.
Sasha, of course, didn't disappoint. "Did you have a lot of fun?" he asked, his voice smooth and teasing, his gaze still locked on Beom, as if waiting for some kind of reaction.
Beom stopped in his tracks, rolling his eyes so hard it almost hurt. I swear this guy's got a sixth sense for knowing when I'm at my most irritated, Beom thought. He sighed heavily, then plastered on a smile that was all sharp edges and sarcasm. "Oh, Sasha, you know me so well," Beom replied, his tone dripping with mock sweetness. "It was the best fun I've had in, like, forever. You should try it sometime. I'll let you know when I have a spare moment." His words came out smoother than he intended, but the sarcastic bite was unmistakable.
Sasha's smirk only deepened. "Oh, I'm sure," he said, raising an eyebrow. "But seriously, you're acting like you had a wild night. Can't say I didn't expect that from you."
Beom threw his head back with a laugh that was borderline sarcastic, his shoulders tensing as he moved past Sasha, trying to get away from the conversation without letting it escalate. This guy just doesn't know when to quit, Beom thought, his patience thinning by the second. Why does he always have to make everything weird?
As he moved past Sasha, Beom couldn't help but think about the fact that, yes, Sasha probably heard everything. That made his stomach twist in annoyance. Of course he did. Why wouldn't he?
"Don't get all shy now, Beom-ki," Sasha added, his voice following after him, full of mock innocence. "You did have fun, right? No shame in it. It's only natural."
Beom's grip tightened around the towel, but he forced a calm, detached tone as he turned back to face Sasha. "You know what, Sasha? You should try keeping your nose out of other people's business for once. Trust me, I'm just fine," he shot back with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Of course, he's going to keep pushing. He always does. But whatever, it's not like I care what he thinks. I don't.
Beom couldn't help but shake his head, muttering under his breath. "I swear, if this mission doesn't end soon, I might actually lose it."
Sasha's laugh echoed behind him, but Beom didn't care. He was done with the conversation. He just needed to get through the next few days without more of Sasha's irritating comments. One step at a time, Beom. One step at a time.
As Beom grabbed his clothes, he could feel Sasha's gaze on him, watching his every move. The air was thick with that typical Sasha tension, the kind that made Beom's skin prickle. He tried to ignore it, determined to get dressed without giving Sasha the satisfaction of a reaction.
He kept his towel around his waist while pulling on his pants, then threw on his shirt, hoping it would cover him up enough to feel like he could relax. But the intensity of Sasha's stare wasn't fading. Why does he always look at me like that? Beom wondered. It's like he's just waiting for a moment to mess with me.
Finally, as Beom was fastening his shirt, Sasha broke the silence with a low, casual drawl. "So… why don't you want to have sex with a man? Afraid to bottom?" Sasha's words hung in the air, and Beom felt his patience snap like a twig.
Beom froze, raising an eyebrow at Sasha. Did he really just ask that? Beom thought, barely keeping his irritation in check. He let out a sigh and shook his head, looking at Sasha with an expression that was equal parts disbelief and annoyance.
"Are you serious right now?" Beom replied, tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sorry, were you under the impression that I spend my nights lying awake, wondering if I should take your advice on my dating life?"
Sasha smirked, clearly amused, unfazed by Beom's tone. "Just a question, Beom. You seem pretty uptight about it, that's all. Don't get all defensive." His grin widened, that teasing spark dancing in his eyes.
Beom shot back with a sarcastic smile, crossing his arms. "Oh, please. Just because you're obsessed with the idea doesn't mean the rest of us are."
Sasha shrugged, looking almost bored. "I just think it's interesting, that's all. You seem… tense. Like you're holding yourself back from something."
Beom rolled his eyes, letting out a dry laugh. "Right. Well, thanks for the unsolicited analysis, Dr. Freud. And just for the record, my 'tension' has nothing to do with the fantasy you've got cooking up in that head of yours." He was practically glaring now, but he wasn't about to let Sasha get under his skin.
Sasha raised an eyebrow, tilting his head with a casual, almost dismissive look. "Oh? So, what, you've never thought about it? Not even a little bit?" he asked, still probing, clearly entertained by Beom's irritation.
Beom let out a huff, crossing his arms tighter. "I think about a lot of things, Sasha, like getting through this mission, finding a way to keep my sanity, and maybe, just maybe, not having to deal with you testing my patience every five minutes."
Sasha chuckled, unfazed. "You know, Beom, it's funny how you get so worked up every time I bring up something remotely personal. It's like you're hiding something."
Beom shot him a look that could cut glass. "Oh, trust me, if I were hiding something, you'd be the last person I'd ever share it with." He shrugged nonchalantly, adding, "Unlike you, some of us don't feel the need to broadcast every little thought or… urge."
Sasha laughed again, clearly entertained, which only made Beom's frustration grow. Why does he always have to push every single one of my buttons? Beom thought. If this was anyone else, I would've walked away ages ago.
Just as he finished buttoning his shirt, he looked Sasha dead in the eye. "And for the record, the answer's no. I'm not 'afraid' of anything, especially not of something as trivial as 'bottoming,' as you so helpfully put it." His tone was sharp, layered with a heavy dose of sarcasm. "But thanks for the concern, really. So touching."