Kiss Me Like You’re Not Married.

Joon-won's POV

Later that night. The couch. After the ruin.

Tae-hyun was still breathless beside him.

Hair a mess. Chest flushed. Thighs parted with the dazed look of someone who'd forgotten their own name.

Joon watched him.

Silently.

The glow from the shelves behind them painted his body gold and still, Joon thought he looked best ruined.

There was a softness to Tae-hyun now. Shoulders low. Mouth parted. That arrogant wall he wore around others had melted completely.

Joon leaned forward. Slowly. Carefully. Like a man who'd just uncovered something fragile and wanted to toy with it a little longer before breaking it again.

He ran a hand up Tae's bare chest, fingertips dragging across the center slowly, until he brushed one of those pink, swollen nipples.

Tae twitched, breath catching in his throat.

Joon smirked.

Still sensitive.

Perfect.

He leaned down and licked it slow, flat tongue, dragging it over the peak until Tae let out a strangled sound and tried to jerk away.

"No," Joon whispered against his skin, mouth still warm on his chest. "You don't get to run from this."

He sucked the nipple into his mouth, soft at first, then sharper. Suckling. Teasing. His hand roamed down Tae's trembling waist, fingers ghosting the sensitive skin just above his cock — never touching it.

Tae gasped again, hands gripping the edge of the cushion beneath him.

Joon caught one of those hands.

His left hand.

Tae's wedding ring gleamed in the dim light and Joon pinned it down, hard, with his own.

The sound of gold against gold.

Click.

They both froze.

Just a second.

The rings.. that simple, sharp tap between them echoed louder than it should have.

But neither of them said a word.

They looked at each other.

Joon's gaze dropped to the place their hands were tangled, his ring pressing down on Tae-hyun's.

Tae looked up at him, wide-eyed, chest still rising. Like he knew exactly what had just happened but didn't dare break the spell by speaking it.

Joon didn't smile.

He leaned forward, still pinning Tae's hand, and kissed him again, slow and devouring. Letting their bodies melt together, tongue stroking deep into his mouth as his fingers slid up to cup Tae's face like he owned every piece of it.

Then he kissed his way down his throat.

Down the center of his chest.

He took his time on the other nipple, tonguing it, playing with it between his teeth, breathing warm air over it until Tae was writhing, helpless and half-hard again.

"Can't handle this without my cock inside you?" Joon whispered, teeth grazing Tae's stomach now, tongue tracing the faint lines of muscle beneath the flushed skin. "You're shaking. Just from this."

"I—" Tae tried, but the words got lost in a choked gasp as Joon slid a finger between his cheeks, rubbing softly over the still-tender entrance. Not pushing in. Just teasing. Reminding.

Tae's entire body jumped.

Joon chuckled darkly.

But then… he pulled back.

Not to give him relief but to mark him.

He dragged his lips to the inside of Tae-hyun's thigh, just below where his briefs would hide a place no one else would ever see.

Not even his wife.

And then, without warning, he bit down.

Hard enough to sting. Not enough to bruise too deep.

Just enough to leave a mark.

Tae moaned, back arching, hips lifting off the couch.

Joon soothed it with a kiss then another then licked the bite slowly, as if sealing it.

Only they would know it was there.

Only Tae would feel it for days after.

When he sat. When he undressed. When he looked in the mirror and remembered exactly who put it there.

Joon crawled back up, pressing their bodies flush together again. His mouth found Tae's ear.

"You're mine now," he whispered, voice like smoke. "Even if no one else sees it."

Tae didn't reply.

He just leaned into it.. into him.. breath trembling, eyes fluttering shut.

Joon wrapped his arms around him, not letting go.

Not yet.

The room was quiet again, filled with nothing but the sound of their breath. Of skin against skin.

Of wedding rings brushing silently where no one was looking.

They stared like that for a while afterward. Quiet. Breathless.

The couch had gone still, but the air hadn't.

Tae-hyun lay half-curled into Joon's chest, skin warm and bare, his face pressed against the space just below his collarbone. One of Joon's arms was snug around his back, fingers gently stroking through his hair in slow, calming passes. The other hand — their left hands — was still entangled with Tae's.

Their rings had clicked again when they shifted.

Neither had let go since.

Tae's thigh was resting between Joon's legs. Their bodies tangled naturally now, like they had been here before. Like this was a routine.

But it wasn't.

It was the beginning of something that had already gone too far too fast.

Joon's thumb brushed over Tae's scalp again. The strands were damp with sweat, the scent of sex still clinging faintly between them. His other thumb rubbed circles into Tae's palm directly beside that gold band.

"I shouldn't have done that," Joon said quietly, but not like an apology.

He said it like he knew he would do it again.

Tae didn't lift his head. "You mean the mark?"

A pause.

Joon let out a soft exhale.

"Yeah."

Tae was silent for a moment. Then he shifted slightly, nuzzling closer into Joon's chest as if curling around the guilt, not away from it.

"I keep thinking about it," Tae admitted. "It's still stinging. It's like your mouth is still there."

Joon closed his eyes, gripping Tae's hand tighter. Their rings clicked again.

"I wanted to leave it somewhere no one else could see," he whispered. "Just you. Just us."

"I know."

Silence again.

Then Tae whispered, "You're the only person who's ever left a mark like that on me."

Joon's jaw tensed. He liked what he was hearing and how Tae-hyun mentioned the mark.

Without speaking, his hand trailed down from Tae's spine, slow and possessive. He reached over Tae's hip, found that same spot on the inside of his thigh, the hidden bite and rubbed it gently with his thumb.

Tae let out the softest gasp, hips flinching even at that featherlight touch.

"I can't stop thinking about it either," Joon murmured, voice gravel low. "That you'll go home with it. Shower with it. Sleep beside her with it still aching under your skin."

"Don't," Tae whispered, almost pained. "Don't say her name."

But Joon didn't stop.

"Seo-yeon…" he said anyway. Soft. Cold. "She's going to hug you. Touch you. Kiss you. Right after I—"

"Stop," Tae gasped. "Please."

Joon's hand stilled. He kissed Tae's temple gently, like he was sorry but not really.

Tae shifted finally, lifting his head just enough to look at him. His brown eyes looked darker now, glistening with emotion. But his voice was still steady.

"Joon," he said. "I don't think I can go back to the way things were."

Joon's throat bobbed.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I don't think I can settle for texts. Or calls. Or a quick kiss in a parking lot. I used to think that was enough. But now…" His voice faltered. "Now I've had you. I've had your mouth. Your hands. That look you gave me when I opened my legs for you and let you ruin me—"

Joon silenced him with a kiss. Deep. Slow. Gripping his jaw with one hand, pressing their foreheads together when he pulled away.

"I feel the same," he whispered, breath against Tae's lips. "It's fucked up. But I do."

They stayed there. Forehead to forehead.

Their rings still touching.

Then Tae's voice dropped lower.

"What about Ha-eun?"

Joon flinched faintly, not enough for Tae to notice unless he was looking.

"She thinks I'm working late," he said simply.

"And if she finds out?"

Joon's jaw set.

"I'll deal with it," he said. "This… you… are harder to resist than I thought.. Even when I fuck her, it's your name I'm thinking."

Tae's lips parted in surprise, breath caught in his throat.

"You've… thought of me when—?"

"Yes," Joon cut him off, eyes locked onto his. "I've whispered shit in her ear that was meant for you. I've imagined her mouth was yours. And the only time I really enjoyed it was when I thought of you wrapped around me instead."

Tae didn't speak.

Didn't breathe.

He just… looked.

Then whispered, "I think we're past the point of stopping now."

Joon nodded once.

Then he brought their joined hands up and pressed a kiss to Tae's knuckles, right where the gold ring sat.

No words.

Just that.

A kiss on the thing that bound him to someone else.. while Joon held him in the aftermath of betrayal.

And neither of them let go.

.

.

The room was still dim, still filled with the scent of sweat and skin, but something had shifted.

Tae-hyun was lying on his back now, head tilted toward Joon-won, their fingers still brushing. And for a moment, there was silence again.

Until suddenly..

Tae let out a soft snort.

Joon blinked. "What?"

Tae-hyun covered his mouth with his hand, his body jolting slightly.

"Oh my god," Tae muttered between his fingers, shoulders already shaking. "I just remembered—"

"What?" Joon asked again, narrowing his eyes suspiciously, but he was already smiling. "What did you remember?"

Tae-hyun started laughing. Actually laughing. His whole chest moved with it, the sound low and breathless at first, then full-bodied, until he rolled slightly onto his side and buried his face into the couch cushion, helpless.

Joon raised a brow. "Tae-hyun."

"It's just—" Tae gasped. "When I said… 'Don't say her name'—"

He dissolved into more laughter. "I sounded like I was in a damn drama—! Like a forbidden love scene with over-the-top music and—oh my god I actually said that—!"

Joon stared at him. Then slowly, so slowly, a chuckle escaped him too. It started deep in his chest reluctant, almost embarrassed but it grew, until he was shaking his head and grinning like an idiot.

"I can't believe you broke character that fast," he muttered.

Tae was laughing too hard to speak, half-curled and hitting Joon's thigh weakly with the back of his hand.

"And you—!" Tae gasped again, finally turning over, face flushed pink from the laughter. "You bit me and then said 'I wanted to leave it where only we'd know.' What are we, a secret vampire couple?!"

Joon covered his face with one hand, groaning dramatically. "I was trying to be intense."

"You were!" Tae howled. "You looked possessed. I thought you were about to quote poetry."

"Shut up," Joon said, laughing now too, shoulders shaking the longer he thought about it. "You were practically moaning like an opera singer—"

"Oh my god stop—!"

They both dissolved again, laughing like idiots.

The room felt lighter. Their bodies stretched across the couch and floor like two high school kids after their first real hookup. The contrast of it, the intensity of what had just happened against this almost childish release of joy was dizzying.

Finally, Tae-hyun sat up, still wiping at his eyes, cheeks flushed.

"I need to get up," he said. "I need to change before I start leaking all over your—"

He paused.

Froze.

Then covered his mouth again.

A small sound of disbelief escaped him.

Joon looked over with slight sudden eyes and shook his head at him slowly."

"No. Tae.. Don't you dare—"

But it was too late.

Tae burst out laughing again, so hard he nearly fell off the edge of the couch, holding his stomach.

"I said 'leaking'—!" he wheezed. "I sound like a broken faucet—!"

Joon just stared.

He stopped laughing.

Stopped breathing for a moment, even. He just… watched.

Because Tae's head was tilted back, neck exposed, eyes crinkled shut, that stupid laugh echoing in the soft-lit room — and something inside Joon's chest gave a sharp tug.

He swallowed. Hard.

The realization crept in like cold water.

Shit..

He wasn't just attracted to Tae-hyun. He didn't just want to fuck him again, or hear him whimper, or watch him come undone.

He wanted to keep this version of him. The laughing one. The one so unfiltered and ridiculous he could barely breathe.

That scared him more than anything they'd done tonight.

Tae finally blinked through his laughter and caught Joon's gaze. His grin softened, curious.

"What?"

Joon shook his head slowly, something unreadable in his expression.

"Nothing," he said. "Just… you're ridiculous."

Tae smirked as his laughter slowly died down. "Takes one to know one."

Joon leaned in then, close enough for their noses to brush.

But instead of kissing him, he just whispered, "Yeah, but you're dangerously cute when you laugh."

And this time, it was Tae's breath that caught.

They stayed like that, lips barely apart.

The laughter faded but not the tension.

....

Now They were walking down the private corridor from his office, dim lights humming overhead, soft carpet muffling their steps.

Tae-hyun's hair was still slightly messy, his shirt half-tucked like he didn't care, his grin way too smug for someone who had been wrecked not even an hour ago.

Joon-won walked beside him, one hand lazily tucking his tie back into place, the other adjusting his wristwatch — though his eyes kept flicking sideways.

Because Tae-hyun wouldn't stop… talking.

"And I swear to god, if you ever pull out like that again right when I'm about to come— I'm suing for emotional damages—"

"You moaned when I did it," Joon muttered, lips curving faintly.

"I moaned in protest!" Tae said, fake offended. "I was shocked. My soul left my body. I was so close there," Tae huffed, pouting for emphasis. "It was so rude."

Joon stifled a snort.

Tae bumped his shoulder into him like they were just two friends leaving a bar instead of two married men sneaking away from a secret fuck in a locked office. "You're lucky I didn't scream and call security."

"You called something, but it definitely wasn't security."

Tae gasped, laughing again, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Okay, wow. You're cocky now."

Joon glanced over again, and his smile faltered for a second.

Not because of anything Tae said but because this Tae-hyun, this unfiltered, radiant version of him, felt rare. His cheeks were still slightly pink from all the laughing. His mouth a little raw from kissing. He looked lighter somehow. Younger.

Joon had never seen him like this.

He didn't think anyone else had, either.

They reached the parking lot exit, the underground garage nearly silent. Tae's car sat waiting near the wall but he didn't leave yet.

Instead, He stopped near the door and turned to face Joon-won with a sigh, stretching his arms behind his back with a dramatic groan.

"God. I feel like I just went through the gym, a sauna, and a confessional booth all in one night."

Joon chuckled under his breath. "That sounds about right."

Tae tilted his head up, mischief sparking in his eyes.

Then, with no warning, he reached for Joon's tie, tugged on it, and pulled him down.

Joon inhaled sharply, barely catching himself before they collided.

"Hey—"

But Tae was already there, body pressed against his, lips brushing against his jaw, breath warm.

"I don't usually do this," Tae whispered, playful but low. "But I figured I should thank you properly… Lawyer."

And then he kissed him — slow, deep, lingering.

Joon's eyes fluttered shut, his hands instinctively catching Tae's waist to steady himself.

Tae moaned quietly into his mouth, like he knew exactly what he was doing, and it echoed right down Joon-won's spine.

When Tae finally pulled away, his lips were glossy, and his grin was pure trouble.

"Text me," he whispered, still close.

And then he turned, casual as ever, and walked toward his car — practically skipping, the cocky bastard.

Joon-won stood frozen.

Still tasting him.

Still smelling him.

The tie in his hand slightly wrinkled, lips parted in disbelief.

He blinked slowly, exhaling, before the corners of his mouth curved upward just a little.

The quiet click of the car door opening echoed behind him.

"Night, Joon-won," Tae called out playfully, waving over his shoulder. "Don't miss me too hard."

Joon-won managed a wave, a lazy lift of his fingers.

Only after the car pulled away did he realize his cheeks… were warm.

He brought a hand up and brushed the shell of his ear. Hot.

He scoffed, barely shaking his head at himself.

Get a grip.

But the ghost of Tae-hyun's kiss lingered on his mouth.

And the smallest, most out-of-character flush colored his ears the whole ride home. He definitely was going to text him, maybe even call straight away because he had so much to say.