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Dr. Lee Jihoon had worked with some of the most complex minds in his field. He was revered for his ability to reach patients no one else could, his calm demeanor breaking through the walls of those deemed untreatable.
Jihoon had heard of Kwon Soonyoung long before he ever met him.
It was impossible not to.
His name trended on social media more often than actual celebrities, fan pages dedicated to him popping up like weeds.
Teenage girls and boys alike gushed over his sharp jawline, his intense gaze, the way his smirk could send shivers down anyone’s spine. They even romanticize his crimes, for god’s sake just because he is good looking.
Jihoon found it ridiculous.
There were even people who went as far as getting tattoos of his name, wearing fake prison jumpsuits for viral videos, reenacting his court trial. The public fascination with him was disturbing, to say the least.
Soonyoung was never convicted for his crimes though, he’s found "not guilty by reason of insanity”. And Jihoon thinks with that alone people should not be idolizing him.
“Kids these days need to choose their idols better,” Jihoon muttered as he skimmed through yet another article about Soonyoung. He shut his tablet off with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
The very next day, he was assigned as Kwon Soonyoung’s psychologist.
Their first meeting was… unexpected.
Jihoon had prepared himself to face a criminal, someone hardened by years of violence, someone cold and unrepentant. What he hadn’t expected was for his new patient to be lounging in his chair like he was on a damn magazine cover even though his wrists were shackled. His bright orange jumpsuit slightly unzipped to reveal a sliver of his collarbone. His black hair was tousled in an infuriatingly effortless way, and when he looked up at Jihoon, he did so with a slow, sexy smirk, raising his eyebrow, the one with a slit.
His sharp eyes filled with mischief and something else Jihoon couldn’t quite place. Kwon Soonyoung, or as the world knew him—Hoshi. A name whispered in fear, the embodiment of chaos itself. The crimes attached to his name were enough to make anyone’s blood run cold, well except for those crazy ass fans, and yet, the court had ruled that he was not beyond saving. They wanted him cured, rehabilitated. And Jihoon was assigned the impossible task.
The cell was heavily guarded, as expected. The thick steel door had only a small window, but even that was reinforced with another set of grill bars inside, ensuring that no one, neither those outside nor within could breach the security. Jihoon sat just outside those bars, within reach of the patient but still separated by the cold metal barrier. Soonyoung was handcuffed, his arms resting on his lap, chains clinking lightly with every movement. Jihoon knew he was safe, but still, he remained cautious. He had no intention of underestimating the man before him.
“Well, well. They finally sent me someone cute.”
Yet, caution didn’t mean hostility. If Jihoon wanted to make progress, he needed Soonyoung to trust him, to let his guard down. And for that, he had to be amiable, warm even. It was a game of patience, of mind manipulation.
“I’m Dr. Jihoon Lee. You’ll be seeing me for the next few months.”
“You don’t seem nervous,” Soonyoung mused. The tone of his voice was light and playful. “Most people are shaking in their little white coats by now.”
Jihoon smiled, unbothered with the way the criminal talks to him. “Why would I be?”
Soonyoung leaned forward as much as his restraints would allow, tilting his head with a grin. “Because I’m a monster, doc. That’s what they say, right?”
Jihoon hummed, tilting his head as if considering the claim. “That’s what they say.”
Soonyoung chuckled, clearly amused. “And what do you say?”
Jihoon didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, meeting Soonyoung’s gaze without a hint of fear. “I say you’re human, just like the rest of us.”
For the first time, Soonyoung’s smile faltered, only for a second. Then it was back, this time it was sharp and wild. “Oh, doc,” he sighed dramatically, “you might just be the most interesting one yet.”
Jihoon remained composed, watching as Soonyoung moved slightly in his seat, the chains of his handcuffs rattling. The criminal exhaled through his nose before flashing a toothy grin. “You know, it’s quite funny,” he mused, eyes locked onto Jihoon’s with unsettling amusement. “The court decided to send me to an asylum instead of prison. As if I need to be ‘cured.’” He let out a soft chuckle before his voice dropped lower, the mirth never leaving his face. “When I know, deep down, that I’m vile, unforgiving, and cruel. And the best part?” His voice was almost a whisper now. “I’m perfectly okay mentally. Well what a way to escape death penalty and getting confined here .. means it’s easier to escape as well.”
Then, without warning, Soonyoung burst into a loud and boisterous laughter, the sound echoing against the cold walls of his confinement. He threw his head back, shaking slightly with the sudden intensity, before finally settling down with an amused sigh. “Ah, truly entertaining.”
Jihoon didn’t react much, merely waiting for him to finish, his calm demeanor not breaking even a bit. But Soonyoung wasn’t done playing.
“One more thing, doc,” he drawled, moving his shoulders, “you really are pretty.”
Jihoon blinked, taken aback by the sudden change in conversation. Soonyoung smirked. His eyes dancing with amusement. “I mean it. If all my doctors looked like you, I might have considered playing nice earlier.”
Jihoon resisted the urge to sigh. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”
“Oh, but it’s not flattery. It’s the truth.” Soonyoung’s grin widenedm. His voice taking on a sultry tone. “I could stare at you all day. Do you ever get tired of being so beautiful?”
Jihoon kept his expression neutral, not giving Soonyoung the reaction he wanted. But it was clear the criminal was enjoying himself, tilting his head as if studying him further.
“You’re not blushing, are you, doc?” Soonyoung teased, licking his lips.
Jihoon exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. “You talk a lot.”
“And you’re fun to talk to,” Soonyoung shot back. “Which is rare. Most people just want to get rid of me.” His grin didn’t falter, but his words held a weight to them. “But not you.”
Jihoon met his gaze evenly. “No. Not me.”
Soonyoung let out another amused chuckle. “Oh, I think I’m going to enjoy our sessions, doc.”
Jihoon could only hope that he would be the one in control of them.
It looks like Soonyoung wasn’t just some violent man. He wasn’t just a criminal with a pretty face.
He was smart.
And that made him far more dangerous.
—
The next few visits were successful. Jihoon believed their conversations were turning friendlier, despite the fact that Soonyoung’s behavior could still be a bit disturbing at times. There were moments when the man’s unpredictability sent a shiver down Jihoon’s spine, but he had learned how to navigate their exchanges carefully.
Today, he took a step further.
Instead of remaining outside the metal grill bars, Jihoon was now inside as well, sitting across from Soonyoung at a simple table. The guards had been wary, but Jihoon insisted. He needed to build trust, to show he wasn’t afraid. Of course, Soonyoung was still handcuffed, his wrists resting on the table, but Jihoon had grown more confident in his ability to handle the criminal’s erratic nature.
This time, he had also brought something with him.
Jihoon carefully placed a few tiger trinkets and plushies on the table between them. It was a known fact that Soonyoung loved tigers, an odd quirk for someone with such a violent history, but Jihoon had noted it early on. If he wanted to strengthen their connection, he had to tap into what made Soonyoung human.
Soonyoung’s eyes immediately lit up at the sight, the mischief in them briefly replaced by something softer, almost childlike. He leaned forward, eyeing the items curiously before looking up at Jihoon with an amused smile.
“Oh, doc,” he mused, “are you trying to spoil me?”
Soonyoung’s gaze flickered with amusement as he eyed the tiger-themed trinkets and plushies spread across the table between them. His lips curled into a lazy smirk, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he slowly leaned forward, fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach out but was reminded of the cuffs around his wrists.
Jihoon, keeping his composure, picked up a small tiger plushie and held it up, rolling it between his fingers before making it ‘walk’ along the surface of the table. He could feel the way Soonyoung’s eyes followed the movement, sharp yet undeniably entertained.
“See?” Jihoon said lightly, voice deliberately softer than usual. He made the plushie ‘nod’ toward Soonyoung before lifting it in front of his own face, peeking from behind it. “It’s a friendly tiger.”
Soonyoung let out a chuckle, his head tilting to the side. “Are you trying to make me like you more, doc?”
Jihoon shrugged, shaking the plushie slightly as if it were responding instead of him. “Maybe.”
The criminal huffed out an amused breath. His grin widening with how this conversation is escalating. “You’re ridiculous.”
Jihoon continued his little act, though deep down, he felt a twinge of irritation. Playing cute wasn’t his style. He was a professional. A psychiatrist. Not some… performer. But if it helped him get through to Soonyoung, if it made the man see him as something other than just another faceless doctor then he’d swallow his pride and endure it.
Soonyoung’s gaze darkened slightly, an unreadable expression passing over his face. “You don’t actually enjoy this, do you?”
Jihoon stiffened for just a fraction of a second. He recovered quickly, returning the plushie to the table with a light thud. “Does it matter?”
The chains rattled slightly as Soonyoung leaned forward again, a slow grin spreading across his face. “It does to me.”
Jihoon said nothing, only meeting his gaze with steady resolve.
The silence stretched for a few moments before Soonyoung let out a soft chuckle. “You’re interesting, doc.” He gestured with his cuffed hands toward the plushie. “Go on. Keep playing. It suits you.”
Jihoon sighed inwardly, but with an unreadable smile, he picked the plushie up again and made it hop toward Soonyoung. The criminal’s laughter once again, echoed against the cold and sterile walls of his cell.
Then, as his laughter faded, Soonyoung leaned back and tilted his head. "You know, doc, there’s no curing needed here. I’m not mentally ill. But if you think I am, if it makes things easier then go ahead and play your little game." He smirked with his eyes glinting before breaking into laughter again. If Jihoon have to be honest he wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face with a punch.
—
The flirting between Soonyoung and Jihoon had started as something playful, a way for Soonyoung to get under Jihoon’s skin and a method for Jihoon to keep his patient engaged. But somewhere along the line, the game had suddenly turned differently, the air and tension between them growing heavier, more charged with something neither of them dared to name.
“You’re looking tired today, Doctor,” Soonyoung murmured, watching Jihoon from beneath his lashes. His arms were still restrained, but his presence was suffocating nonetheless. “Have you been losing sleep thinking about me?”
Jihoon scoffed, pretending to focus on the notes in his lap. “Not really.”
Soonyoung chuckled with his usual low and amused tone, “Then why are your hands shaking?”
Jihoon froze before forcing himself to keep writing, gripping the pen just a little too tight. “You’re delusional.”
“Oh, Doc Lee,” Soonyoung sighed, leaning forward as much as his restraints would allow. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but I see it. The way you linger when you look at me. The way your breath catches when I lean in. You’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you?”
Jihoon refused to entertain him, flipping to a new page in his notes. “Thinking about what?”
“My lips on yours,” Soonyoung whispered, his voice dipping sinfully to a lower octave. “How it would feel to have me touch you, hold you… ruin you.”
Jihoon’s grip on the pen snapped it in two.
The sound rang in the sterile room, and Soonyoung’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Afterall he is getting the reaction he wanted. Jihoon immediately cursed himself, refusing to meet Soonyoung’s gaze as he reached for a new pen, trying to steady his breathing, telling himself to calm down.
Jihoon inhaled sharply, finally meeting Soonyoung’s gaze.
“You’re blushing.”
Jihoon shot up from his chair, shoving his notes back into his bag with far more force than necessary. “This session is over.”
Soonyoung laughed, utterly delighted. “See you tomorrow, Doctor.”
Jihoon stormed out, but he couldn’t shake the ghost of Soonyoung’s words.
He couldn’t ignore the way his heart was pounding, nor the way heat pooled in his stomach at the thought of what would have happened if the dream had been real.
He was supposed to fix Soonyoung.
But maybe he bad been so dumb all along maybe Jihoon was the one breaking instead.
Jihoon tried to convince himself that everything was still professional. That he was still in control. But the more time he spent with Soonyoung, the harder it became to maintain that illusion.
—
It started subtly. The way Jihoon lingered in their sessions just a bit longer than necessary. The way his fingers sometimes brushed against Soonyoung’s when passing him a trinket. The way his heart raced when Soonyoung’s voice dropped to a husky whisper, teasing him, taunting him.
“You’re slipping, Dr. Lee,” Soonyoung purred one day, eyes glinting with amusement. “I can see it in your eyes. You want me.”
Jihoon scoffed, but he knew it was a weak deflection. The worst part? Soonyoung wasn’t wrong.
—
It was supposed to be a step forward, a reward for Soonyoung’s supposed good behavior. Jihoon had again ignored the guards’ protests, convincing himself that trust had to be built in order to truly make progress. He had thought, perhaps naively, that this would allow Soonyoung to open up more, to prove that he could be rehabilitated.
But now, Jihoon found himself pressed against the cold wall, caged in by Soonyoung’s body. The lack of restraints had given the man too much freedom, and Jihoon cursed himself for not predicting this outcome.
“You really are too kind, doctor,” Soonyoung drawled, his lips curling into a slow and knowing smirk. His arms boxed Jihoon in. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating. “Trusting me like this? Setting me free?” He leaned in, voice dipping to something close to a purr. “Do you want to be my reward instead?”
Jihoon’s jaw clenched. “That’s not why I did this.”
Soonyoung chuckled, tilting his head. “Oh, I know. You actually thought I’d behave, didn’t you?” His gaze swept over Jihoon, dark amusement flickering in his eyes. “But tell me, doctor, are you regretting it now?”
Jihoon refused to look away, refused to let Soonyoung see the crack in his composure. “Step back,” he said, forcing authority into his tone.
But Soonyoung didn’t move. Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing dangerously near Jihoon’s ear. “Mmm, but I like it here,” he murmured, his breath was warm against Jihoon’s skin. “You smell nice, you know that? All clinical and clean. Makes me want to mess you up a little.”
Jihoon swallowed, trying to suppress the shiver that threatened to betray him. “Soonyoung.”
“Mmm, say my name again,” Soonyoung teased, a wicked grin stretching across his lips. “I think I like the way you say it.”
Jihoon placed his hands against Soonyoung’s chest, attempting to push him back, but the other man barely budged. Instead, Soonyoung let out a hum, as if he were considering something. “You know,” he mused, his fingers trailing up Jihoon’s sleeve, “you’re awfully cute when you’re trying to be serious. Makes me wonder what you’d look like all flustered.”
“Enough,” Jihoon snapped, though the heat rising to his face only seemed to amuse Soonyoung further.
“Oh, doctor,” Soonyoung sighed dramatically, tilting his head. “You’re making this too fun for me.” His eyes gleamed with something dangerous, something untamed. “Maybe I should test just how much you trust me.”
Before Jihoon could respond, Soonyoung's hand shot up, cradling his face in a surprisingly gentle yet firm grip. His thumb brushed over Jihoon’s cheek, his touch far too intimate for someone who was supposed to be under his care. Then, without warning, Soonyoung leaned in, claiming Jihoon’s lips in a slow passionate kiss.
Jihoon stiffened, hands pressing against Soonyoung’s chest in an attempt to push him away. He should resist, he needed to resist. But Soonyoung was eager, tilting his head and deepening the kiss, coaxing Jihoon into surrender. His lips were warm, insistent, and the way he moved felt like he was devouring Jihoon whole.
A soft sound escaped him before he could bite it back, and Soonyoung took full advantage of it. His hands slipped under Jihoon’s shirt, fingertips grazing over heated skin, igniting sparks of sensation that made Jihoon shudder. Then, his fingers found Jihoon’s nipples, teasing and exploring with a fascination that made the doctor’s breath hitch.
Soonyoung pulled back just enough to grin against Jihoon’s lips, he continuously flicked the nipples with his index fingers. “You’ve got sensitive nipples, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice rich with amusement. “And they’re small ..That’s cute. I think I found your weakness.”
Jihoon squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight against the way his body was betraying him. Jihoon should have stopped, should have called for the guards for help, should have done anything except what he did next.
He moaned against Soonyoung’s lips as strong hands grabbed his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. He felt his own restraint unraveling at a terrifying pace.
“So professional, Doctor,” Soonyoung murmured, fingers already slipping beneath Jihoon’s shirt once again. “Look at you now.”
Jihoon wanted to say something, anything but his breath hitched when Soonyoung’s teeth grazed his jaw, his tongue following the path to his throat. Jihoon’s hands, instead of pushing him away, tangled into Soonyoung’s hair, pulling him in deeper, as if he needed this. As if he had been craving this just as much as the deranged man before him.
They were both panting, both lost in the heat of the moment, hands removing each other’s clothes, lips desperate and searching. Jihoon barely registered the fact that they were in a secured cell, that the guards just outside had no clue what was happening between them.
It was reckless. It was dangerous. It was insanity. And Jihoon had never wanted anything more. Things had escalated so quickly.
The criminal grinned, his sharp eyes dark with mischief and desire. "Look at you, Dr. Lee, all those sessions and all those nonsense rules, yet here you are... trembling for me."
Jihoon swallowed hard, trying to find words to regain some control of the situation. But then Soonyoung pulled him in again, their lips crashing together in a desperate, feverish kiss. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t tender. It was raw, consuming, like Soonyoung was devouring him whole. Jihoon moaned into his mouth as hands gripped his thighs, lifting him effortlessly until his legs wrapped around Soonyoung’s waist.
The smooth fabric of the lab coat brushed against Jihoon’s flushed skin, making him hyper-aware of how exposed he was. As if reading his mind, Soonyoung leaned in, whispering against his lips, "This should be the only thing left… you should wear this..." He tugged the coat slightly, letting it slide off Jihoon’s shoulders before draping it over him again. "It looks so fucking sexy on you, Doctor Lee."
Jihoon’s breath hitched as Soonyoung’s mouth found his neck, biting, sucking, marking. His hands were everywhere, trailing over his chest, teasing his sensitive nipples slowly. Jihoon gasped, arching into the touch, fingers digging into Soonyoung’s shoulders.
The only sounds filling the room were their ragged breaths, the wet sounds of their frantic kisses, and the rustling of fabric being discarded without care.
Jihoon knew this was not right. He was supposed to be the one in control. But right now, with Soonyoung’s hands and lips worshiping every inch of him, all logic was drowned beneath the sheer, undeniable need pooling in his stomach.
Fuck, he didn’t want to stop though.
Jihoon yelped he felt the other grabbed one cheek of his bum, exposing his hole even more so that he will have more access, a shiver running down his spine as two of Soonyoung’s fingers penetrate him, working him open with ease. He didn’t know where the other one got a lube, he’s far too gone to give a care.
He wanted to slap himself. He had never been one for dating apps, never entertained the thought of one-night stands. And yet here he was, trembling beneath the touch of a criminal, which for god's sake is sick in the head. He is willingly giving himself over to the man he was supposed to be treating.
Soonyoung’s warm breath ghosted over his skin as he chuckled darkly, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Jihoon’s nape as he kept on fingering him open. “You’re taking my fingers so well, Doctor Lee,” he murmured, his voice dripping with sinful amusement. “I bet you never imagined you’d end up like this, huh? Letting a dangerous man have his way with you or do you?”
Jihoon clenched his jaw, but the feigned resistance was short-lived as Soonyoung withdrew his fingers, leaving him feeling unbearably empty. He barely had time to process the loss before he heard the distinct sound of Soonyoung pumping himself, slick noises filling the cell. Jihoon’s eyes darted downward, catching a glimpse of Soonyoung’s thick flushed dick in his peripheral vision, and he swallowed hard as his throat is going dry.
Before he could reconsider, he was spun around with ease, firm hands guiding him until his palms pressed against the cold steel bars of the interior cage within the cell, one meant to keep Soonyoung locked down even further. The irony wasn’t lost on him. He made him bend, his ass up in the air as he lifted the lab coat covering his bum.
“So obedient now,” Soonyoung teased, his lips ghosting over the shell of Jihoon’s ear as he positioned himself behind him. “You’re gripping those bars so tight, Doctor. What makes you grip those bars so tight?”
Jihoon’s breathing grew ragged as he felt Soonyoung’s tip press against his entrance, teasing and tormenting. His fingers curled tighter around the unyielding metal, his nails digging into his own palm as anticipation coiled in his gut like a burning fuse.
“You,” he finally admitted, his voice trembling from the stimulation. “Your fucking dick.. Ugh Fuck!”
A dark chuckle rumbled from Soonyoung’s chest as he pressed a lingering kiss to Jihoon’s shoulder. “Good tsk but what a filthy little mouth,” he whispered, before pushing forward, stretching Jihoon open in a one slow and rough motion.
Jihoon’s strangled gasp filled the cell, bouncing against the walls, but the guards outside… Thankfully remained blissfully unaware of the sinful scene unfolding within. He badly want to moan so loud but he does not want anyone to know what he’s doing with his supposed to be patient.
The only thing keeping him from collapsing was the iron grip he had on the bars, his body trembling as he felt Soonyoung fully seated himself inside him.
Soonyoung exhaled harshly, his fingers digging into Jihoon’s hips as he gave an experimental roll of his hips. “You feel so fucking good, Doctor Lee, so tight and hot.” he groaned, his voice laced with raw hunger. “Tell me… You want to get fucked by my cock all along, don’t you?”
Jihoon bit his lip, unwilling to admit it out loud, but the way his body responded to Soonyoung, how it clung to him, how it welcomed him despite the sheer wrongness of it all spoke volumes.
Soonyoung smirked against his skin. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Jihoon on the hand started pushing himself back in Soonyoung’s cock, following the rhythm of the criminal’s thrusts, fucking himself to it.
Soonyoung growled low in his throat, unsatisfied with the distance between them. His hand shot up, fingers twisting into Jihoon’s long golden locks before yanking him back with a rough pull. Jihoon gasped, his back arching against Soonyoung’s chest, and before he could protest, their mouths crashed together.
It was all teeth and heat, messy, desperate, an undeniable claim. Jihoon moaned into the kiss, his grip on the steel bars faltering as Soonyoung took everything from him: his breath, his control and his very sanity.
“You taste so fucking sweet, Doctor,” Soonyoung panted against his lips, his pace never slowing. “You should see yourself right now. Clinging to me, taking everything I give you like you were made for this very moment.”
Jihoon’s head spun, the humiliation, the pleasure, tangling into an intoxicating mess. He wanted to resist, wanted to fight back but with Soonyoung’s hand still in his hair, keeping him exactly where he wanted, all Jihoon could do was surrender.
“Say it,” Soonyoung demanded. His voice was a rough whisper against Jihoon’s lips. “Say you want this.”
Jihoon’s breathing was uneven, his body trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut, his pride battling the unfathomable truth.
Soonyoung tightened his grip. “Jihoon.”
Jihoon doesn't know why Soonyoung calling him by his first name made him feel all sort of things. A shuddering gasp. A moment of weakness. Then, finally
“…I want this.”
Soonyoung groaned in satisfaction, his lips curling into a smirk. “That’s my good boy.”
Jihoon's neglected cock bobbing up and down as Soonyoung continuously pound into him. He barely had a moment to recover before he found himself spun around once more, his breath leaving him in a sharp gasp as Soonyoung effortlessly lifted him up again, his arms automatically wrapped around his neck and his legs to Soonyoung's waist meanwhile Soonyoung’s dick was still inside him. His body, already weakened from the extreme pleasure, melted against Soonyoung’s hold.
“Mine,” Soonyoung murmured as he carried Jihoon back to the bed, the possessiveness in his voice sending a shiver down Jihoon’s spine. “Every inch of you, Doctor—mine to touch, mine to taste, mine to ruin.”
Jihoon didn’t protest, not when Soonyoung lowered him onto the mattress, pinning him down. His hands were rough but careful, spreading Jihoon out beneath him, his eyes dark with hunger as they roamed over Jihoon’s sweat-slicked skin.
“So pretty,” Soonyoung murmured, his lips ghosting over Jihoon’s collarbone before trailing lower. “So fucking pretty when you’re under me, looking so ruined.”
Jihoon’s breath hitched as Soonyoung’s mouth latched onto his chest, sucking hard on one of his erected nipples. The wet heat of his mouth, the teasing flicks of his tongue, had Jihoon arching off the bed, his fingers tangling in the sheets as he gasped.
“Soonyoung—” Jihoon’s voice trembled, his body betraying him as Soonyoung continued his torment, lips wrapping tighter around the stiff peak as his tongue swirled, sucking greedily like he was savoring the sweetest treat.
“You taste so fucking good,” Soonyoung groaned against his skin, his free hand trailing to the other bud, rolling and pinching it between his fingers. “I could suck on these cute little nipples the whole day.”
Jihoon whimpered, his body trembling beneath Soonyoung’s touch. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming, and too consuming. He wanted to push him away, but at the same time, he wanted more.
“What a fucking slut.” Soonyoung chuckled, his mouth moving to the other bud, biting down just enough to make Jihoon gasp before soothing it with his tongue. “You love being worshiped like this. Having me suck on you, play with you, make you fall apart under my tongue.”
Jihoon squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to admit how good it felt, how much he was enjoying every second of it. But Soonyoung wasn’t having it.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for disobedience.
Jihoon hesitated, but when Soonyoung bit down again, sharper this time, his eyes snapped open, meeting the man’s gaze.
“There you are,” Soonyoung smirked, dragging his tongue over the reddened bud. “I want to see those pretty eyes when I make you feel good.”
Jihoon swallowed hard, his body trembling as Soonyoung continued his never ending worship, sucking and teasing, pulling every sound, every reaction from him like he owned them.
Soonyoung’s pace turned brutal. His grip on Jihoon’s waist was bruising, holding him down, keeping him exactly where he wanted him. He moved to another position, making sure jihoon's legs were on either side of his own waist as he planted his feet firmly against the mattress. Without warning, he thrusted up hard and deep, knocking the breath out of Jihoon’s lungs. Every thrust pushed Jihoon deeper into the mattress, the force making his breath hitch, his moans breaking into desperate high-pitched gasps.
Jihoon let out a strangled cry, nails digging into Soonyoung’s shoulders as Soonyoung's thrust becoming more and more intense. There was no room to adjust, no slow build-up, just unforgiving and overwhelming pleasure as Soonyoung jackhammered into him, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing through the dimly lit cell.
"Fuck—S-Soonyoung—!" Jihoon gasped, voice breaking as his body trembled. His thighs burned from the effort of keeping up, but Soonyoung held him steady, dragging him onto his cock with every forceful thrust.
"So tight," Soonyoung growled, nipping at Jihoon’s jaw again before his mouth traveled lower, latching onto a sensitive nipple once more. His tongue flicked over the hardened bud before his teeth grazed it, sending another shockwave of pleasure straight to Jihoon’s core.
Jihoon sobbed, the stimulation was overwhelming. His mind was a haze of heat and desperation, body surrendering completely to the force of Soonyoung’s out of this world pace. He could barely think, barely breathe, just feel as pleasure built rapidly inside him, pushing him toward the edge.
“Soonyoung—” Jihoon gasped, his voice was now completely wrecked, his nails clawing at Soonyoung’s back. “Fuck! Please—please—”
Soonyoung chuckled breathlessly but still in control, his thrusts never faltering. “Please what, Doctor?” he taunted, leaning down to capture Jihoon’s lips before pulling back just as quickly. His voice dropped lower. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
Jihoon whined, his pride long abandoned, his desperation spilling out without restraint. “I want—” He choked on a moan when Soonyoung angled his hips just right to his prostate, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through him. “I want you to—”
Soonyoung smirked. “Want me to what?”
Jihoon trembled beneath him, his thighs shaking, his body begging for release. He turned his head to the side, his cheeks burning, but there was no escape, not from Soonyoung, not from this.
“Inside,” Jihoon finally whimpered, barely able to form the words. “Please cum—inside me.”
Soonyoung groaned, his composure slipping. He grabbed Jihoon’s chin, forcing him to look up at him, his gaze was dark and unreadable. “You want me to fill you up with my cum?”
Jihoon nodded frantically, his eyes were glassy and his lips were swollen from Soonyoung’s kisses. “Yes—please, Soonyoung, please—”
Soonyoung growled as that made him hornier, his pace turning rougher and more erratic. “Fuck—” He buried his face in Jihoon’s neck, his breath hot against his skin. “You’re gonna take all of it, Doctor. You hear me? Take all of my cum.”
Jihoon moaned helplessly, his arms locking around Soonyoung’s shoulders, his body arching up to meet every desperate snap of Soonyoung’s hips. “Yes! Yes, I’ll take it—I want it, I need it—”
Soonyoung’s grip on Jihoon’s waist tightened once again as he finally gave in, his thrusts losing rhythm, his body shuddering. And when he spilled inside Jihoon, filling him completely, Jihoon gasped, a sound of pure satisfaction, his entire body tensing as his own climax tore through him.
For a moment, neither of them moved, their heavy breathing the only sound in the dimly lit cell. Jihoon lay there, utterly spent, feeling warm, claimed and owned. Soonyoung, still buried deep inside him, let out a low chuckle, his hands running possessively down Jihoon’s sides.
“You really wanted it that bad, huh?” Soonyoung murmured, pressing lazy kisses along Jihoon’s jaw.
Jihoon, still coming down from his high, could only hum in response, his body was too exhausted to move.
Soonyoung smirked, pulling back slightly to admire Jihoon’s wrecked state. The flushed cheeks, the way his chest rose and fell with every shaky breath, the way his body was still trembling, still clenching around him as if refusing to let him go.
And then, Soonyoung’s eyes darkened again.
“…Hope you’re not too tired, Doctor.” Soonyoung grinned. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Soonyoung let out a deep breath, his grip on Jihoon’s hips slowly loosening as he finally pulled out. Jihoon whimpered at the loss, his body still twitching from the aftermath, his thighs shaking as he collapsed against the bed.
But Soonyoung wasn’t done.
With a smirk, he spread Jihoon’s legs wider, watching with satisfaction as his release slowly trickled out of Jihoon’s hole. “Fuck,” Soonyoung muttered, his fingers brushing over the mess he made, watching as Jihoon’s body clenched around nothing. “You’re so fucking pretty doctor.”
Jihoon shuddered, his breath hitching as Soonyoung pressed two fingers against his entrance, rubbing teasingly, pushing some of his own release back inside.
“So full of me,” Soonyoung murmured, licking his lips in the process. “And still so greedy.”
Jihoon whimpered, his overstimulated body trembling under Soonyoung’s touch. “S-Soonyoung—”
But Soonyoung only chuckled, leaning down to press a wet kiss against Jihoon’s inner thigh before dragging his tongue dangerously close to where Jihoon ached the most.
“Shh, Doctor,” he cooed, his voice dripping with amusement and hunger. “I told you I’m not done yet.”
He spread Jihoon open again though his hole is a bit gaping this time due to being fucked. His warm breath ghosting over sensitive and swollen flesh. Then, without warning, he dipped his head down, tasting Jihoon with slow, careful strokes of his tongue lapping up the mixture of their release, groaning as if he were savoring the finest meal.
Jihoon cried out, his back arching, his fingers fisting the sheets. His body, exhausted yet responsive, gave in to Soonyoung’s every movement, his oversensitive nerves igniting all over again.
Soonyoung grinned against Jihoon’s skin, his grip tightening. “Let’s see just how many more times I can make you fall apart for me, Doctor.”
—
After a few rounds of sex Jihoon found himself trembling in Soonyoung's arms, panting heavily, still lost in the haze of what just happened. His mind barely registered the way Soonyoung gently smoothed his hands over his back, holding him close as if he was something fragile and something precious.
Jihoon blinked, still dazed, as Soonyoung pressed a soft kiss to his damp shoulder. “You okay?” Soonyoung’s voice was softer now, lacking its usual teasing edge. His fingers traced slow, soothing circles on Jihoon’s back.
Jihoon swallowed, nodding slowly, still trying to process the tenderness in Soonyoung’s touch. He had expected roughness, expected a cocky remark or a playful smirk. But instead, Soonyoung was holding him like he actually cared. Like he wanted Jihoon to stay.
Soonyoung chuckled, resting his forehead against Jihoon’s. “You look so surprised,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from Jihoon’s face. “What, did you think I’d just use you and toss you aside?”
Jihoon stiffened slightly but didn’t move away. “I don’t know what I expected.”
Soonyoung hummed, tilting his head. “I like you, Jihoon,” he admitted again, more certain this time. “And not just because you let me fuck you.” He smirked but it lacked his usual sharpness. “Though, that was a nice bonus.”
Jihoon huffed, rolling his eyes, but his body betrayed him, leaning into Soonyoung’s warmth. He hated how good it felt, how easy it was to let himself relax in the arms of a man who was supposed to be dangerous. Yet, Soonyoung held him like he was so important.
—
Jihoon hated himself for it, hated how he let his guard down, how he stopped resisting. It became painfully obvious in the small things. The way he didn’t shove Soonyoung away when the criminal leaned in too close, the way his breath hitched when those fingers ghosted over his skin. The way he found himself returning Soonyoung’s stolen kisses, how he started kissing him first when the teasing got too much.
One night, Jihoon found himself in front of the cell again, long after his shift was over. He had no reason to be there no excuse to check up on him, no medical issue to tend to. And yet, he stood there, staring at Soonyoung, who was already grinning like he knew exactly why Jihoon had come.
“You can’t stay away, huh?” Soonyoung teased, voice low, sultry.
Jihoon’s jaw clenched. “Shut up.”
Soonyoung only smirked, stepping closer until they were only inches apart. “Make me.”
And Jihoon did.
He grabbed Soonyoung by the collar and crashed their lips together, fingers tangling in his jumpsuit as he pulled him close through the bars. Soonyoung groaned against his lips, arms snaking through the gap to grasp at Jihoon’s waist, fingers digging in possessively.
Jihoon should’ve been disgusted with himself, but he wasn’t. Not when he felt Soonyoung’s warmth against him, not when the criminal murmured his name between heated kisses, not when he realized just how much he wanted this.
He was already too deep. He was in a state of delirium.
He was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. Because he wanted this.
He wanted Soonyoung.
—
Soonyoung and Jihoon had a ridiculous amount of sex during his visits, with Jihoon always bribing the guards so they could be alone. He always reasoned that it was part of his job, crazy, right? But the guards believed him because he looked perfectly innocent.
Soonyoung had tried a lot with him. Fucking the nozzle of a bottle of lube into him while squirting some inside, taking him in front of a mirror, or even doing it in the shower. Hell, the criminal even made him bring his favorite toy just so Soonyoung could watch him pleasure himself. And Jihoon never refused. Not even once.
Something was really wrong with him.
Tonight was no different. The room was dark, save for the faint glow from the hallway light seeping through the cracks of the door. They just finished a marathon sex.
Jihoon’s breath hitched as Soonyoung kissed him deeply and possessively. When he pulled away, his fingers trailed down Jihoon’s jaw before tilting his head lower.
“Clean me up,” Soonyoung ordered, pushing Jihoon to his knees as he guides the doctor’s lips to his cock.
Jihoon hesitated for only a second before obeying, his tongue flicking out to lap at the mess coating Soonyoung.
Soonyoung groaned, threading his fingers through Jihoon’s hair as he took him in deeper.
“Fuck, Dr. Lee,” Soonyoung rasped, tilting his head back as Jihoon worked him over. “You’re perfect.”
Jihoon hummed around him, sending vibrations down Soonyoung’s spine. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder, and Soonyoung tightened his grip on Jihoon’s hair.
Soonyoung groaned, his grip tightening in Jihoon’s hair as he bucked into his mouth. Jihoon took it willingly, hollowing his cheeks, his hands gripping Soonyoung’s thighs to steady himself. The sight of Jihoon kneeling between his legs, lips stretched around his cock, tongue working him over easily was enough to make Soonyoung lose his mind.
"Fuck, baby," Soonyoung rasped, his voice hoarse. "You’re too good at this."
Jihoon hummed around him, sending vibrations up Soonyoung’s spine. He looked up through his lashes, eyes dark with lust, and that was all it took.
With a deep groan, Soonyoung spilled into Jihoon’s mouth, his hips jerking as pleasure overtook him. Jihoon swallowed without hesitation, licking him clean like it was second nature.
Soonyoung panted, his fingers relaxing in Jihoon’s blonde hair as he pulled him up for a kiss. He could taste himself on Jihoon’s tongue, and it only made him want more.
Jihoon wasn’t sure when he had stopped pretending this was just an arrangement. Maybe it had never been one. Maybe he had always belonged to Soonyoung, from the first moment their eyes met when he walked into his cell, when Soonyoung had smirked like he already knew how this would end.
—
But contrary to popular belief there were also times they share moments without having sex. Moments where Jihoon get to see a glimpse of sanity and humanity from Soonyoung.
There were nights when Jihoon would visit the cell and find Soonyoung not taunting him, not grinning with that usual sharp amusement, but simply... existing.
Like the time he caught Soonyoung making origamis
One night, Jihoon walked into Soonyoung’s cell to find him sitting cross-legged on his bed, his fingers carefully folding a small piece of paper. His head was bowed, brows furrowed in concentration, tongue peeking out just slightly between his lips. Jihoon had never seen him so quiet before.
“What are you doing?” Jihoon asked, stepping closer.
Soonyoung didn’t look up, still focused on his task. “Making something.”
Jihoon waited, watching as the criminal’s rough, calloused fingers moved with surprising gentleness. After a few more precise folds, Soonyoung sat back and examined his work, then turned to Jihoon with a grin.
“Here. For you, doc.” He held out a delicate origami flower, crafted from a page of an old magazine. The colors were mismatched—one petal had the remnants of a car ad, another part of someone’s face but somehow, it was still beautiful.
Jihoon hesitated before taking it. The paper was warm from Soonyoung’s touch.
“You know,” Soonyoung said, watching him, “I used to be really good at this. Made a whole bouquet once.” He chuckled, almost to himself. “Didn’t have anyone to give it to back then, though.”
Jihoon glanced at him, catching something unreadable in his expression.
“Why give me this?” Jihoon finally asked, twirling the flower between his fingers.
Soonyoung grinned, leaning back on his elbows. “Because you’re as pretty as the flowers in spring, doc.”
Jihoon blinked. His grip on the paper flower tightened slightly.
Then Soonyoung laughed, bright, carefree, like a real laugh, not the usual mocking or taunting one Jihoon was used to.
Jihoon stared at him, momentarily thrown off.
Was he… imagining things? Or did Soonyoung actually sound happy? That laugh was too genuine, too lighthearted for someone sitting in this goddamn place.
Soonyoung must have noticed the way Jihoon was staring because he smirked and wiggled his brows. “What? Falling for me, doc?”
Jihoon scoffed and turned away, slipping the paper flower into his coat pocket. He didn’t say thank you, but he didn’t throw it away either. That seemed to be enough for Soonyoung.
There was also this one evening, just as Jihoon was about to stand up and leave, Soonyoung grabbed his wrist. His grip was firm but not rough, his fingers curling around Jihoon’s as if he wasn’t ready to let him go just yet.
“Wait, let me do something.”
Jihoon frowned but didn’t pull away. “What now?”
Soonyoung grinned, pulling a pen from his pocket. “Just trust me.”
Jihoon sighed but let Soonyoung hold his hand, his palm open as the criminal started drawing. The pen’s tip was light against his skin, slow strokes forming a shape that Jihoon couldn’t quite make out at first. He stayed silent, watching as Soonyoung worked with an unusual amount of focus.
A few moments later, Soonyoung pulled back and held up Jihoon’s hand with a smug smile. “There. It’s us.”
Jihoon blinked down at his palm.
There, in ink, was a tiny tiger. Beside it was a small cat, round and soft-looking, with little whiskers. Between them were two tiny hearts.
Jihoon stared. “Really?”
Soonyoung nodded, eyes twinkling. “See? The tiger’s me, and the cat’s you.” He tapped at the hearts. “And this means I like you.”
Jihoon felt something warm bloom in his chest, but he refused to let it show. Instead, he puffed out his cheeks, pretending to be unimpressed. “That’s stupid.”
Soonyoung’s gaze zeroed in on him, his grin widening. “Holy shit. That’s so cute.”
Jihoon scowled. “What is?”
Soonyoung poked his puffed-out cheek, laughing. “This! You. I swear, doc, you’re adorable when you pretend to be mad.”
Jihoon quickly swatted his hand away. “Shut up.”
But he didn’t wipe the drawing off his palm.
And there was also the time, Jihoon arrived to Soonyoung’s cell and find him sitting on the floor, inspecting his knuckles. They were raw and red, like he had punched something probably the wall.
Jihoon sighed. “What did you do this time?”
Soonyoung just shrugged. “Got bored.”
Jihoon clicked his tongue and knelt beside him, then he saw more bruises. His eyes narrowing at the fresh wounds marring the criminal’s skin. The bruises were darker than before, some barely beginning to fade while others were newly forming. A deep scratch ran along his forearm, and Jihoon could see the faint traces of dried blood near his knuckles.
His fingers twitched slightly before he sighed, reaching for the first aid kit he had managed to smuggle in yet again.
He didn’t ask immediately. He simply grabbed Soonyoung’s wrist, inspecting the fresh injuries as he dabbed an alcohol-soaked cotton pad over them. Soonyoung winced but didn’t pull away, watching Jihoon work with mild amusement.
It was only after a long silence that Jihoon finally muttered, “Where did you get these?”
Soonyoung blinked, then smirked. “Aw, Doc, are you worried about me?”
Jihoon gave him an unimpressed look, pressing the cotton pad harder against a cut on his palm. Soonyoung hissed but grinned anyway.
Jihoon wasn’t in the mood for games, though. His gaze flickered back to the bruises along Soonyoung’s ribs. Some of them looked like they came from fists, others from something sharper. His fingers brushed lightly over one of them, and Soonyoung’s smirk faltered just a little.
Jihoon’s voice was quieter this time. “Who did this to you?”
Soonyoung leaned back, shrugging. “This place is full of people who don’t like me, Doc. You know how it is.”
Jihoon wasn’t convinced. “You’ve been in here for months, but I’ve never seen you this roughed up before.” His fingers curled slightly against Soonyoung’s wrist. “Did you pick a fight?”
Soonyoung chuckled. “Not exactly.”
Jihoon hated when he was vague like this. It was frustrating, like trying to solve a puzzle where half the pieces were missing.
“Then what happened?” Jihoon pressed, his brows furrowing.
Soonyoung tilted his head, watching Jihoon’s expression carefully. Then, after a moment, he exhaled through his nose, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
“I pissed off the wrong people.”
Jihoon’s frown deepened. That wasn’t enough. “Who?”
Soonyoung leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into something softer, something that almost felt dangerous. “You shouldn’t ask questions if you don’t want the answers, Doc.”
Jihoon held his ground, staring at Soonyoung with unwavering intensity. But before he could push further, Soonyoung reached up, tapping Jihoon’s cheek lightly with two fingers.
“Don’t worry,” Soonyoung said, his grin widening again. “I can handle myself.”
Jihoon hated that answer.
Because Soonyoung wasn’t invincible. And Jihoon had a feeling that whatever fight he had gotten into, it wasn’t just a one-time thing.
Jihoon just let out a sigh as he carefully wrapped the bandage around Soonyoung’s arm, his fingers moving with practiced ease. The gash wasn’t too deep, but it still irritated him to see it.
“You really don’t know when to stay still, do you?” Jihoon muttered, securing the gauze with medical tape.
Soonyoung only chuckled, watching him with quiet amusement. “If I stayed still, I wouldn’t be me.”
Jihoon rolled his eyes but didn’t respond. For a moment, the cell was silent, save for the soft sounds of fabric shifting and Jihoon’s focused breaths.
And then, without really thinking, Jihoon spoke.
“I had a lover once.”
Soonyoung stilled. It was unexpected, Jihoon rarely talked about himself. He never revealed anything too personal, always keeping a wall between them, yet now he was peeling back a layer on his own.
Jihoon’s hands didn’t falter as he continued wrapping the bandage, his voice almost detached. “Originally, I wanted to be an emergency room doctor. My mom’s a police officer. She’d come home with injuries all the time, and I thought if I became an ER doctor, I’d be able to treat people like her, the ones who come back battered from chasing criminals or breaking into danger without a second thought.”
Soonyoung tilted his head slightly, but he didn’t interrupt. Quite the irony though, since he’s patching up a criminal right now.
Jihoon didn’t know why he said it. Maybe it was the silence that had settled between them after he finished bandaging Soonyoung’s wounds.
Maybe it was because, for the first time in a long while, Jihoon felt like someone was actually listening.
Jihoon took a quiet breath before continuing.
His fingers curled slightly against Soonyoung’s wrist before he pulled away. “But then I met him.”
Jihoon’s voice softened, almost hesitant. “He was my first love. And the first person I ever failed.”
Soonyoung’s gaze sharpened at that.
Jihoon hesitated before continuing. “He had… problems. He never showed them at first, you know? He was always smiling, always acting like he had the whole world figured out. But there were cracks in that mask. I started seeing them the longer we were together.”
He swallowed, his grip tightening around the edge of his coat. “I didn’t know how bad it was. I didn’t know how much he was struggling. Until one night… he just—”
Jihoon stopped. He stared at his own hands, as if the memory itself had stained them.
Soonyoung didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He just let Jihoon breathe.
Jihoon closed his eyes briefly before he continued. “I was the one who found him. Too late. Too damn late.”
Silence stretched between them. Jihoon didn’t realize he was clenching his fists until Soonyoung’s fingers ghosted over the back of his hand, loosening his grip.
Jihoon looked up.
Soonyoung’s expression wasn’t mocking or amused. It wasn’t even pitying.
It was just… understanding.
Jihoon blinked, caught off guard.
Soonyoung let out a small, almost bitter chuckle. “You’re carrying a lot, Doc.”
Jihoon looked away. “It’s nothing.”
The words hung between them, heavy and suffocating.
Jihoon busied himself with cutting the excess bandage, pretending like he wasn’t affected, but Soonyoung could see through it.
After a moment, Soonyoung finally spoke. “So you became a psychiatrist instead.”
Jihoon nodded once, his fingers twitching slightly. “I thought… if I could understand people better, if I could help them before it got to that point, then… maybe I could’ve saved him. Maybe I could’ve given him something to hold onto. But I didn’t. And he slipped through my fingers—.” He trailed off, exhaling sharply before shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter.”
Soonyoung didn’t say anything right away. He simply observed Jihoon—the way his hands lingered on the bandage longer than necessary, the slight tension in his shoulders, the way his lips pressed together like he regretted saying anything at all.
Instead of taunting him or making some snide remark, Soonyoung only nodded. “I get it.”
Jihoon glanced up at him, almost surprised.
Soonyoung smirked slightly but not in his usual playful way. “It’s easier to blame yourself than admit you couldn’t control what happened.”
Jihoon swallowed. His fingers finally pulled away from the bandage. “…Yeah.”
They sat in silence for a bit.
Then Soonyoung, in a much lighter tone, said, “You’re pretty good at this whole patching-me-up thing, though. Maybe you should’ve been an ER doctor after all.”
Jihoon rolled his eyes but didn’t push Soonyoung’s hand away when the criminal playfully ruffled his hair. Soonyoung is usually possessive of him so he got surprised when he didn’t act like one when he talked about his former lover.
Jihoon expected something, anything. A snide remark, a teasing smirk, a possessive comment disguised as a joke. That’s how Soonyoung usually was. It didn’t matter if Jihoon was talking to a guard for too long or simply mentioning someone from his past; Soonyoung always found a way to make it known that he didn’t like sharing.
But this time, he didn’t say anything.
He just sat there, quietly watching Jihoon, his expression unreadable.
It was unsettling.
Jihoon narrowed his eyes, tilting his head slightly. “That’s it?”
Soonyoung blinked, lips quirking up slightly. “What do you mean?”
“You’re not going to say something?” Jihoon leaned back, arms crossing over his chest. “You’re always possessive. Always making some kind of comment when I bring up another person, but now…” He gestured vaguely. “Nothing.”
Soonyoung studied him for a moment before shrugging. “Why? You want me to be jealous?”
Jihoon frowned. “That’s not what I meant.”
Soonyoung exhaled, tapping his fingers against his knee. “I could tell,” he murmured, “that he was important to you. And I’m not stupid, Lee Jihoon.”
Jihoon blinked, caught off guard by how casually Soonyoung said that.
The criminal leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I might be selfish, but I’m not stupid. You were in love with him. And besides he’s gone.” He tilted his head slightly. “There’s nothing to be jealous of.”
Jihoon felt something tighten in his chest.
“If he was still here, you wouldn’t be sitting across from me.”
Jihoon inhaled sharply.
“So, yeah. No jealousy. Not for this one.”
Jihoon didn’t know what to say.
For once, Soonyoung didn’t sound like he was playing games. Didn’t sound like he was trying to provoke him.
Somehow, that made it worse.
Jihoon couldn’t understand what was going on in Soonyoung’s head. The man was unpredictable, always teetering between playful teasing and something far more unsettling like he was constantly walking a tightrope between obsession and genuine affection.
Did he actually like Jihoon, or was it just lust? Just another thrill in his endless pursuit of chaos?
Jihoon swallowed, watching Soonyoung carefully. The other man didn’t look away, his expression strangely calm. And that only made Jihoon more uneasy.
For someone who had been locked up for months, someone branded as dangerous and unstable, Soonyoung was alarmingly self-aware.
It made Jihoon question everything.
Was Soonyoung really doing okay, like he always claimed? Or was he just good at pretending?
Jihoon didn’t know.
And maybe that was the scariest part.
—----
But amidst all the confusion, Jihoon decided he likes Soonyoung. He really like Soonyoung, call him crazy but all of a sudden one night, Jihoon finally admitted to Soonyoung how he genuinely felt.
As usual, it is one of those nights that Jihoon was able to bribe the guards so he can have a passionate night with the criminal.
Jihoon’s breath hitched as he moved, his fingers digging into Soonyoung’s shoulders for support. The heat between them was unbearable, the way Soonyoung held him, as if he’d never let him go, sent Jihoon spiraling deeper into something he had no control over.
Soonyoung’s hands gripped his waist, guiding him, helping him keep his rhythm, but his gaze never wavered from Jihoon’s face. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with admiration. “You feel so good, Jihoon. You’re perfect.”
Jihoon clenched his jaw, trying to hold back the overwhelming rush of emotions. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He wasn’t supposed to want Soonyoung beyond these moments, beyond the heat and desperation. But as their bodies moved in sync, as Soonyoung whispered sweet, filthy things against his lips, Jihoon’s walls crumbled.
“I like you,” Jihoon gasped out, his voice barely above a breath. His fingers tightened against Soonyoung’s skin, nails pressing into his flesh as if he could ground himself in the confession. “So much.”
Soonyoung froze for half a second, eyes widening before a slow, dangerous grin spread across his lips. “Say it again.”
Jihoon’s face burned, but he couldn’t take it back. Not when it was the truth. Not when Soonyoung’s hands on him felt like home, like something he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to.
“I like you,” Jihoon repeated, his voice shaking, but his body never stopping. “I—” His breath hitched as Soonyoung thrust up to meet him, stealing his words with a groan.
Soonyoung’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him flush against his chest. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that.” He kissed Jihoon deeply, hands roaming possessively. “Mine.”
Soonyoung groaned against Jihoon’s lips, gripping his waist tighter as he rolled his hips up, making Jihoon shudder. “You have no idea,” he murmured, voice husky and laced with something deeper, something real. “I like you too, Jihoon.”
Jihoon’s breath stuttered, his movements faltering for a moment as he processed those words. His heart pounded against his ribs, his mind screaming at him that this was wrong but his body, his soul, clung to Soonyoung’s every touch, every whisper.
Soonyoung chuckled softly, his fingers tracing the curve of Jihoon’s spine before gripping his nape, pulling him down so their foreheads touched. “The moment you stepped inside my cell,” he confessed, voice rough but sincere, “I was fucked.” He smirked, pressing a lingering kiss to Jihoon’s swollen lips. “The way you looked at me like I was just another patient, like you could fix me with that pretty face. God, it drove me insane.”
Jihoon swallowed hard, feeling the weight of those words settle deep inside him. “You—” His voice broke as Soonyoung rolled his hips up again, forcing a sharp gasp from his throat.
“I wanted you,” Soonyoung continued, voice unwavering. “Still do. Not just like this.” He cupped Jihoon’s cheek, thumb brushing against the flushed skin. “I like you, Dr. Lee. More than I probably should.” His lips curled into a teasing smirk. “And by the way you’re bouncing on my cock, I’d say you feel the same.”
Jihoon’s face burned, but he didn’t deny it. Couldn’t. Instead, he crashed his lips against Soonyoung’s, swallowing both their moans as they lost themselves in each other once again.
—
If there was one thing Jihoon realized through all of this, it was that he loved too deeply.
It wasn’t the soft kind of love people wrote poetry about. It wasn’t the kind that brought peace. His love was consuming it swallowed him whole and left nothing behind.
When his former lover took their own life, Jihoon lost himself in grief, drowning in all the what-ifs and could-have-beens. He had spent years studying medicine, originally intending to become an emergency room doctor. He had wanted to save people, patch them up, send them back to their lives.
But he couldn’t save the one person who mattered most.
So he changed paths. He became a psychiatrist, hoping that if he couldn’t fix broken bodies, he could at least mend broken minds.
And now, here he was again. Falling.
This time, for a man covered in blood and sins.
A man with a body count.
A man he should have feared, should have stayed far away from.
But instead, he was walking closer.
He had once devoted himself to saving a lost soul. Now, he was willing to lose himself for one. Jihoon realized then maybe, after all this time, he was the one who actually needed a therapist.
Because if Soonyoung kills someone infront of him, Jihoon wouldn’t recoil. The idea does not bother him at all.
And when Jihoon becomes an accomplice someday, it doesn't feel wrong.
It felt like love.
—-
At first, Jihoon thought Soonyoung was joking. The request had been spoken in the same playful, teasing tone he always used, as if it were just another one of his flirtations.
“Help me escape,” Soonyoung murmured, fingers tracing along Jihoon’s wrist, his touch featherlight yet coaxing.
Jihoon scoffed, shifting in Soonyoung’s lap. “You’re fucking crazy.”
Soonyoung grinned, tilting Jihoon’s chin up so their eyes met. “You already knew that.” His tone was casual, but there was something intense in his gaze, something serious. “Come on, Jihoonie. You’re smart. You know all the security loopholes, the schedules. You could help me.”
Jihoon swallowed, looking away. He could help. He knew exactly when the guards rotated shifts, when the cameras glitched, where the weaknesses in security lay. But it was ridiculous. It was crazy.
Yet, the part of him that was already too far gone for Soonyoung. The part that had fallen for him despite knowing better—was tempted.
Soonyoung leaned in, lips brushing against Jihoon’s ear. “I want you to come with me.”
Jihoon froze.
Soonyoung chuckled softly, feeling the way Jihoon stiffened. “What? Thought I’d just leave you behind after all this?” He kissed the corner of Jihoon’s mouth, his voice dropping lower. “You’re mine, Jihoon. I won’t leave you here.”
Jihoon knew this was dangerous. He knew Soonyoung was dangerous. But he also knew he had already made his choice the moment he let himself love him. So they made a plan and Jihoon contacted Soonyoung’s allies who are still running free from prison to lend them a hand.
—
The whole facility was silent, save for the occasional crackle of a radio and the distant shuffling of boots against the concrete floor. Jihoon had spent weeks observing the guards, mapping out their routines, and finding their weaknesses. It was absurd how easy it was to play them. All it took was a lingering glance, a small smile, and they tripped over themselves like lovesick fools.
Tonight was no different. As he approached the break area near Soonyoung’s cell, two guards were already there, eyes lighting up the moment they spotted him.
“Dr. Lee,” one of them greeted, voice dropping an octave as if that would impress him. “Didn’t think we’d see you this late.”
Jihoon forced a small, flustered smile, feigning nervousness. “I, uh… I was just checking on patient 0615.”
They exchanged glances. “That’s Kwon, right?” The taller guard smirked. “That guy is a menace. Don’t know how you deal with him.”
Jihoon shifted on his feet, playing the part. “Well… he’s certainly difficult.” His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his white coat. “Actually, I was wondering if you could… help me with something?” He batted his lashes slightly, something he never did, but the way the guards immediately straightened made it worth it.
“Anything, doc,” the other one answered too quickly.
Jihoon took a step closer, lowering his voice. “I’ve been having trouble lifting some of the medical supplies in the back. Would you mind…?”
“Oh, of course! Let me—”
They never got to finish their sentence. The moment one of them turned, an arm wrapped around Jihoon’s waist in a flash, yanking him back.
The guards barely had time to react before Soonyoung’s fist met the first one’s jaw with a sickening crack. The second guard fumbled for his radio, but Soonyoung was faster. He grabbed the man by his collar and slammed his head against the metal bars, knocking him out cold.
“Let’s go, baby.” Soonyoung’s voice was a playful murmur against Jihoon’s ear, his breath warm and unbothered despite the chaos.
Jihoon barely registered what was happening before Soonyoung was dragging him down the hallway. Alarms blared, the once silent prison now erupting into chaos.
“You’re insane,” Jihoon hissed, trying to keep up as Soonyoung navigated the dimly lit corridors with practiced ease.
Soonyoung grinned, tightening his grip on Jihoon’s wrist. “Yeah, yeah, you already know that though.”
They turned a corner sharply and ran straight into a lone guard. The man barely had time to reach for his gun before Soonyoung moved. He lunged without hesitation, tackling the guard to the ground. Jihoon watched, frozen, as Soonyoung straddled the man, wrapping his fingers around his throat and squeezing. The guard choked, struggled, clawing at Soonyoung’s arms, but Soonyoung didn’t let up. There was no mercy in his eyes, only a cold, calculated efficiency. The moment the fight drained out of the guard, Soonyoung grabbed his knife and plunged it deep into his throat, several times, to make sure he’s really dead.
Jihoon inhaled sharply, his stomach twisting. Not from fear but from the horrifying realization that he wasn’t scared at all. He should be terrified, repulsed. Instead, he just stared, heartbeat quick but steady.
Soonyoung pulled the knife out after his final stab, blood spraying across his face as there was already blood scattered around his clothes. He looked up at Jihoon, lips curling into a smirk. “You’re looking at me like you’re impressed, doc.”
Jihoon blinked, unable to find words. Soonyoung stood, covered in blood, and before Jihoon could process it, Soonyoung yanked him forward, crashing their lips together. The metallic taste of blood mixed between them, and Jihoon didn’t resist. He kissed back, feeling laughter bubbling in his chest as the craziness of the moment sank in. Quite unhinged he would say.
When they pulled apart, Soonyoung was grinning. “We should really go before more of them show up.”
Jihoon exhaled a laugh, wiping some of the blood off Soonyoung’s cheek with his sleeve. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
The blaring of alarms intensified. The entire building was on high alert.
“Time to go, doc.” Soonyoung grabbed his wrist, yanking him down the hallway as red warning lights flooded the corridors.
They burst into the lower maintenance tunnels, barely dodging the flood of guards rushing to the upper levels. Jihoon’s heart pounded against his ribs as they weaved through the underground passage, Soonyoung leading them through a series of turns before stopping at a maintenance hatch.
With one hard push, the rusted metal door groaned open, revealing the thick night air. A van was already waiting, engine running. Jihoon didn’t have time to process before Soonyoung was shoving him inside, climbing in after him.
“Drive,” Soonyoung ordered to one of his henchmen who was driving.
The tires screeched against the pavement, the vehicle speeding away from the buildings just as spotlights began sweeping the perimeter.
Jihoon let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, pressing his back against the seat. “They’re going to think you kidnapped me.”
Soonyoung turned to him with a smirk, eyes twinkling under the dim cabin light. “Is that what you’re gonna tell them?”
Jihoon swallowed hard, looking away. He didn’t have an answer.
Soonyoung leaned in, voice dropping into something teasing and smug. “Come on, doc. Don’t you see? You’ve got a pretty face.” He tilted Jihoon’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “You just smiled and those dumbasses ate it right up. It’s almost criminal how pretty you are.”
Jihoon scowled, shoving his hand away. “Shut up.”
Soonyoung only laughed, leaning back against the seat. “Nah, I mean it. Your face got us out of that hellhole. And now, it’s all ours, baby.”
Jihoon hated that his heart skipped at the way Soonyoung said it. He finally looked at him properly. Soonyoung was covered in blood, streaks of red splattered across his clothes and skin. Some of it was even on Jihoon’s coat.
“You’re a mess,” Jihoon muttered, reaching out to wipe some blood from Soonyoung’s cheek.
Soonyoung only grinned, eyes dark with amusement. “You don’t seem to mind.”
Jihoon swallowed, fingers still pressed against Soonyoung’s skin. “…I don’t.”
Soonyoung’s smirk widened. He grabbed Jihoon by the chin and pulled him into a kiss. Deep, hungry, and completely unbothered by the blood between them. Jihoon melted into it, their lips moving in sync as the van sped away from the prison.
They pulled apart, breathless. And then, they laughed.
Jihoon didn’t know what was so funny. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the insanity of it all.
Or maybe, just maybe, he had finally stopped pretending that he wasn’t meant to be right here, beside Soonyoung. A fucking criminal.
Soonyoung leaned in again, kissing him harder this time, fingers digging into Jihoon’s waist as if anchoring him in place. Jihoon responded just as fiercely, not caring about the blood between them, not caring about what they had done.
All that mattered was that they had escaped together. There was no going back.
And maybe it’s time to admit, he’s also indeed fucked up in the head. He realized he's no saint to save Soonyoung, to cure Soonyoung. Instead he'll join him into this madness.