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The first time Geonwoo mentioned Alpha Phi's Halloween initiation, Sangwon thought he was joking.
He had been sitting across from him in the university cafeteria, picking at the remains of his lunch while Geonwoo rambled on about some party he had attended over the weekend.
They had only started hanging out a few months ago, introduced through mutual friends, but Geonwoo had a way of making people feel as though they'd known him for years. He was loud, annoyingly confident, and had a particularly irritating habit of making everything sound like a competition.
"Come on, you should join us," Geonwoo insisted, leaning back in his chair with a grin. "We're accepting new pledges this year, and I think you'd fit right in."
"Join what?" Sangwon frowned, his thumb pausing mid-scroll.
"Alpha Phi, dumbass."
"Oh." He returned his attention to the screen. "I don't know."
Geonwoo scoffed, reaching across the table to steal one of his fries.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" he demanded, pointing the stolen fry at him for emphasis. "Do you have any idea how many people would kill to get into this fraternity?"
Sangwon just chewed slowly, giving a lazy shrug that practically screamed he couldn't care less.
"Good for them."
"You're so fucking unenthusiastic." Geonwoo shook his head, though the grin on his face suggested he was far from offended. "We've got the best parties on campus, a massive house, connections with practically everyone worth knowing. And, obviously, me."
"That's actually a pretty convincing argument to stay away."
"Fuck you." Geonwoo laughed, throwing a crumpled napkin at him. "Seriously, though. You should come to the Halloween party next week. We're doing the initiation that night, too."
Sangwon paused.
"The initiation?" he repeated, looking at Geonwoo with interest.
"Yeah. It's a tradition. Nothing too complicated."
"What's involved?" Sangwon asked, watching him carefully.
"Nothing you can't handle." Geonwoo leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as though he were about to share a particularly interesting secret. "You have to spend a few hours in the woods, find an old cabin, and bring something back. That's it."
Sangwon stared at him.
"The woods?" he repeated, his voice noticeably quieter.
"Uh-huh."
"At night?"
"That's generally when Halloween happens, sweetheart." Geonwoo said with a laugh, giving him an exaggeratedly patient look.
Sangwon didn't laugh this time. The thought of being alone in a forest after dark made something uncomfortable settle in his stomach.
"Are you serious?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as if he were still hoping Geonwoo would admit he was joking.
"Dead serious." Geonwoo grinned. "There's this whole story about some guy who disappeared during the initiation decades ago. Apparently, his ghost still haunts the place. Very tragic, very spooky. You'll love it."
Sangwon gave him a flat look.
"You're insane." he said, shaking his head.
Geonwoo burst out laughing, attracting a few curious glances from the tables nearby.
"Oh, don't be such a pussy. I promise it's not that bad. We do it every year, and nobody's died yet."
"Yet?"
"You're missing the point." Geonwoo said immediately, waving him off with a grin.
Sangwon shook his head, but he couldn't quite suppress his smile. He wasn't particularly interested in spending an entire night wandering around a forest, especially not when he had assignments piling up and absolutely no desire to get mud all over his shoes.
Still, there was something appealing about the idea of joining a fraternity.
"Who's organizing it?" he asked eventually.
"Leo, mostly. He's the president." Geonwoo said, his grin turning a little more knowing as he watched Sangwon's expression.
Sangwon knew who Leo was. Everyone did, more or less. Lee Leo was the sort of person who seemed to belong everywhere he went, effortlessly slipping into conversations and drawing attention without appearing to seek it.
He was a senior, well-liked by professors and students alike, and had a reputation for being almost absurdly good at getting people to do what he wanted.
Sangwon had seen him around campus plenty of times, usually surrounded by his friends or leaning against the fraternity house. He'd caught himself looking more than once, though he always pretended he hadn't.
They'd spoken a handful of times, though never for very long. Leo had once held a door open for him after class, another time complimented the ridiculous keychain attached to his backpack.
Sangwon still remembered the easy smile he'd given him afterward, and how he'd spent the rest of the walk to class thinking about it like an idiot.
Leo was surprisingly friendly for someone who looked so intimidating at first glance. And, annoyingly enough, Sangwon had started to like him.
The initiation itself sounded fucking awful. Spending Halloween night alone in the woods? Finding some creepy old cabin? Yeah. No thanks, and he wasn't particularly interested in proving how brave he was to a bunch of fraternity guys.
But Leo would be there. That made the idea a little more appealing. Maybe, Sangwon thought, if he actually went through with it, he'd have an excuse to talk to Leo again. Maybe they'd get to know each other a little better.
It wasn't the worst reason to volunteer for something so stupid.
"Leo hyung is the president?" he repeated.
"Yeah. He's pretty much in charge of everything." Geonwoo picked up his drink, taking a sip through the straw. "Don't worry, though. He's not as scary as he looks. He's actually pretty nice. You'll see. He'll probably make sure you're okay before he sends you off. "
"I didn't say he was scary."
"Didn't have to." Geonwoo's mouth twitched as he watched Sangwon's expression.
Sangwon rolled his eyes.
"Whatever."
"Anyway, I'll put your name down." Geonwoo said lightly, already reaching for his phone.
"Wait, I didn't say yes!" Sangwon protested, sitting up a little straighter.
"You're coming." Geonwoo replied without hesitation, sounding so matter-of-fact that it was almost ridiculous.
"Geonwoo."
"You're welcome." Geonwoo said brightly, flashing him an innocent smile.
Sangwon opened his mouth to argue, but Geonwoo was already reaching for his phone, apparently far too pleased with himself to entertain any further objections. He sent a quick message, glanced at the screen, and smiled in a way that made Sangwon immediately suspicious.
"What?" Sangwon asked.
"Nothing."
"Why are you smiling like that?" Sangwon asked, squinting at him suspiciously.
Geonwoo only shrugged, but before he could say anything, his phone buzzed again. He glanced down at the screen, and the corners of his mouth lifted a little higher before he quickly locked the phone and slipped it into his pocket.
"Leo says he's looking forward to meeting you properly," he said, looking back at Sangwon with an amused little smile.
Sangwon blinked.
"He said that?"
"Mhm. Apparently he's been meaning to talk to you more." Geonwoo stood, collecting his tray and slinging his backpack over one shoulder. "Come on, I've got class. I'll send you the details later. And don't chicken out, okay?"
"You're the one who made it sound like a fucking horror movie." Sangwon gave him an incredulous look.
"Exactly. It'll be fun."
Geonwoo walked away before Sangwon could throw something at him, leaving him alone with his half-finished lunch and the uncomfortable suspicion that he'd just agreed to something he was going to regret.
By the time Halloween rolled around, Sangwon had almost convinced himself that the initiation wouldn't be particularly frightening.
Still, he couldn't deny that he was getting a little excited.
The Alpha Phi house was considerably larger than he'd expected, an old two-story building with dark brick walls, tall windows, and a wide porch that had been decorated with an almost excessive amount of Halloween decorations.
Fake cobwebs hung from the railings, carved pumpkins lined the front steps, and orange string lights framed the windows, casting a warm glow over the crowded lawn.
Music could already be heard from the street, bass vibrating through the pavement as students in elaborate costumes gathered outside, drinking, laughing, and taking pictures beneath a large inflatable skeleton.
Sangwon adjusted the collar of his costume as he approached the front entrance, briefly wondering if he'd made a mistake by choosing it. He was dressed as a male nun, wearing a black cassock that fell just above his knees, a white clerical collar, and a long black veil that he'd pinned carefully into place.
The outfit had seemed amusing when he'd first tried it on, particularly after Geonwoo had spent nearly ten minutes laughing at him over the phone, but now, surrounded by people in elaborate costumes, he was beginning to feel a little self-conscious.
Still, he had to admit it was a pretty good costume.
"Look who finally showed up!" Geonwoo's voice cut through the noise before Sangwon even had a chance to step inside.
He turned to find him standing near the entrance, dressed as a vampire in a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, a dark red cape hanging loosely from his shoulders, and a pair of fake fangs showing whenever he grinned. There was even a smear of fake blood at the corner of his mouth.
"You look ridiculous," Sangwon greeted him.
Geonwoo gasped, pressing a hand to his chest.
“Fuck you. At least I look good.” Geonwoo slung an arm around his shoulders and ushered him inside. "Come on. Let me show you round."
Geonwoo steered him farther inside, and the noise of the party swallowed the conversation almost immediately. The house was even more crowded than the lawn; the moment Sangwon stepped inside, the music hit him hard enough to make the floor feel like it was vibrating beneath his shoes.
The living room was packed shoulder to shoulder with students, most of them already several drinks in, dancing wherever they could find a few feet of space. Someone had dragged half the furniture against the walls, leaving empty bottles and abandoned cups scattered across every available surface.
Red lights had been installed along the walls, giving the entire place an almost sinister atmosphere. The whole place smelled like alcohol, perfume and sweat. Music spilled through every room, people shouting just to be heard over it, laughter breaking out in random corners.
"Make yourself at home," Geonwoo said, steering him toward the kitchen. "Get yourself a drink. Have fun. Try not to embarrass me."
"You're the one who invited me."
"And I'm already regretting it," Geonwoo replied with a laugh, squeezing his shoulder before letting go.
Sangwon shoved him playfully, earning another laugh before Geonwoo disappeared into the crowd, promising to find him later.
For a while, Sangwon managed to enjoy himself. He recognized a few people from his classes and exchanged introductions with some of the fraternity members. The atmosphere was lively without being overwhelming, and he was beginning to think that maybe joining Alpha Phi wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.
Then someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Having fun?"
Sangwon turned, finding Leo standing behind him with a drink in one hand and an easy smile on his face.
Up close, he looked even better than Sangwon remembered. He was dressed in black trousers and a fitted dark shirt, the top few buttons undone, with a thin silver chain resting against his collarbone. Sangwon's eyes lingered there for a second longer than they should have before he caught himself and looked back up.
His hair was slightly tousled, as though he'd run his fingers through it one too many times, and there was something about the way he carried himself that made Sangwon suddenly aware of how close they were standing.
He had always thought Leo was attractive, obviously, but seeing him this close was making it annoyingly difficult to pretend otherwise. Sangwon tilted his head, letting his eyes linger for another second before finally meeting Leo's gaze again, almost daring him to notice.
"Yeah," Sangwon answered, offering him a smile. "It's a nice party."
"Glad to hear it." Leo glanced over his shoulder toward the living room before looking back at him. "Geonwoo tells me you're thinking about joining us."
"He's been pretty persistent about it." Sangwon said with a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
"That's Geonwoo." Leo chuckled. "He gets excited when he finds someone new to bother."
"I've noticed."
Leo laughed, his gaze lingering on Sangwon's face a moment longer than necessary.
"Well, I'm glad you came. I was hoping you'd show up."
Sangwon tilted his head.
"Really?" he asked, his tone lightly teasing.
"Of course." Leo smiled. "We could use someone like you around here."
It was a surprisingly sincere thing to say, and Sangwon found himself feeling a little flattered despite his best efforts.
"Thanks. I hope I don't disappoint you."
"Something tells me you won't."
There was a brief pause, during which Leo's eyes drifted over Sangwon's costume, taking in the black cassock, the white collar, and the veil framing his face.
"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing? Didn't know we were getting a holy man tonight," he remarked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
Sangwon laughed.
"What?"
"I mean, if I'd known we were getting a nun this year, I would've come prepared to confess a few sins." Leo said with an amused grin, his tone deliberately suggestive.
Sangwon glanced down at his costume, then back at him with a teasing smile.
“Like what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Leo laughed, his eyes immediately dropping over him again.
“Careful. You’re making this way too easy for me.”
Sangwon bit back a smile.
“Sounds like a you problem,” he replied casually, his tone deliberately innocent.
"Can't help it. You're making it very hard to behave."
Sangwon shook his head, trying to suppress his smile.
"I'm pretty sure that's not how you're supposed to talk to a man of God."
"Isn't it?" Leo leaned a little closer, his grin turning more suggestive. "Guess you'll have to teach me how to behave."
"You're unbelievable."
"Yet you haven't told me to go to hell." Leo chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "Should I take that as a good sign?"
Sangwon rolled his eyes, but the smile tugging at his lips gave him away.
Leo's gaze drifted over him again, this time lingering a little longer on the costume.
"Well, it's definitely working for you."
Sangwon glanced down at himself before looking back at him.
"You're just saying that."
"Wouldn't waste my breath."
Sangwon laughed, looking down at his drink to hide the slight warmth creeping into his cheeks. He wasn't used to receiving compliments so directly, especially from someone like Leo, who seemed to have no trouble saying whatever came to mind.
"Geonwoo told me about the initiation," he said, partly to redirect the conversation. "I'm still not entirely sure what I'm getting myself into."
Leo's smile widened.
"Oh, don't worry. It's nothing you can't handle."
"That's what he said." Sangwon replied, giving him a skeptical look.
"Because it's true."
"You're both very convincing."
Leo leaned a little closer, lowering his voice just enough to make Sangwon focus on him over the music.
"You'll be fine, Sangwon. Just follow the instructions, and don't wander off."
There was something oddly deliberate about the way he said it, but Sangwon couldn't quite put his finger on what felt wrong.
"You're making it sound like there's a chance I'll get lost."
"There's always a chance." Leo's expression softened into something almost reassuring. "But you'll have a map, a flashlight, and a very capable team waiting for you at the end."
"Very reassuring."
"I do try." Leo replied with a small laugh, looking pleased with himself.
Before Sangwon could reply, Geonwoo appeared beside them, casually slipping an arm around Leo's shoulders.
"Are you two already bonding without me?" he complained. "That's fucking rude."
"You're the one who disappeared," Sangwon pointed out.
“I was busy,” Geonwoo said defensively, then grinned. “Somebody has to keep this party alive.”
Leo shook his head, smiling at his friend.
“Did you actually explain the rules to him, or did you just scare the shit out of him?”
Geonwoo scoffed.
"I've explained everything he needs to know. He's just being a little dramatic about it."
"I'm not dramatic," Sangwon protested.
"Sure, sweetheart." Geonwoo replied smoothly, giving him a knowing grin.
“I hate you.”
Sangwon glared at him, and Geonwoo burst out laughing, clearly way too pleased with himself
"Anyway, we've got about twenty minutes before we head out," Leo said, checking his watch. "You should probably enjoy the party while you can."
"Starting to think I should've stayed home." Sangwon admitted, glancing toward the front door.
"Too late now." Leo replied with a small, knowing smile.
Leo's smile was warm, almost affectionate, and Sangwon couldn't help returning it.
"Come find me before you leave," Leo said eventually, gently touching Sangwon's elbow to get his attention. "I want to make sure you're ready."
"Okay."
"Good boy."
The words slipped out so casually that Sangwon barely registered them at first. He blinked, a little surprised, but Leo was already smiling at him as though nothing unusual had happened.
"See you in a bit, Sangwon."
And then he was gone, disappearing into the crowd with Geonwoo, who had apparently been waiting for him near the staircase.
Sangwon watched them leave, feeling strangely warm beneath his costume despite the cool October air seeping through the open windows.
By the time the initiation started, the party had grown even louder, but Geonwoo eventually found Sangwon again and caught him by the shoulder.
"There you are," he said, leaning closer so he could be heard over the music. "Come on. It's time."
Sangwon glanced toward the clock.
"Already?"
"Almost midnight." Geonwoo grinned. "Don't tell me you're backing out now."
"I'm not."
"Good." He gave Sangwon's shoulder a quick squeeze. "Let's get this over with."
Geonwoo started toward the back of the house, expecting Sangwon to follow, and Sangwon did, pushing through the crowd behind him until they finally reached the back door. The cold air hit him the moment they stepped outside, almost startling after the heat of the house.
The music became muffled behind them, replaced by the crackling of the bonfire and the distant sounds of people talking and laughing.
Several Alpha Phi members were gathered around the fire, some holding drinks, others watching as the remaining pledges were called over one by one. Beyond them, the forest stretched into darkness, the trees forming an almost solid wall beneath the moonlight, and Sangwon slowed slightly when he saw it, suddenly more aware of what he was actually about to do.
Leo was waiting near the edge of the yard. The moment their eyes met, he smiled, calm and reassuring, and somehow that was enough to make some of the tension leave Sangwon's shoulders. Geonwoo noticed and gave him an amused look before nudging him forward.
"This is where I leave you."
Geonwoo laughed, reaching up to straighten the edge of Sangwon's collar before giving him a light pat on the chest.
Sangwon rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help smiling. He stepped aside, leaving him standing in front of Leo. Leo approached and held out a flashlight, his expression easy and composed despite the darkness waiting just beyond them.
"Ready?"
Sangwon looked past him, toward the dark line of trees. He swallowed.
"Yeah."
Leo's smile lingered.
"Good."
Sangwon took a breath and turned toward the forest. He could still hear the party behind him, the music and laughter fading slightly with every step, but once he crossed the edge of the clearing and disappeared between the trees, the darkness seemed to swallow him whole.
He couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He told himself it was just the nerves. He turned his flashlight on. The beam illuminated a narrow path disappearing between the trees.
"Okay," he muttered to himself. "This is fine."
He unfolded the map.
According to the instructions, he had to follow the trail for about fifteen minutes before reaching a fork. From there, he needed to take the left path until he found an old stone marker. The cabin would be another five minutes beyond that.
Simple.
He started walking. For the first few minutes, nothing happened. Sangwon almost felt silly for being nervous.
The forest wasn't particularly frightening. It was just dark. There were no ghosts, no strange noises, nothing lurking behind the trees. He could hear insects somewhere in the distance, and every now and then the wind moved through the branches above him.
He kept walking, the beam of his flashlight moving steadily over the narrow trail ahead. A few minutes passed before he heard something behind him, a soft crunch somewhere among the trees.
Sangwon stopped, his heart giving a startled jump as he slowly turned around, but there was nothing there, only rows of dark trunks and branches shifting faintly in the night. He raised the flashlight and swept it across the path, finding nothing.
"Okay." He let out a nervous laugh.
He continued, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling settling between his shoulder blades. A few steps later, it happened again. This time, it sounded closer. Sangwon stopped and turned around faster, his grip tightening around the flashlight as he searched the darkness behind him. Still nothing.
Maybe one of the fraternity members was following him; they'd probably been instructed to scare the pledges along the way. Geonwoo had mentioned something about that, hadn't he? Sangwon frowned, trying to remember, but the thought slipped away almost as quickly as it had come.
He forced himself to keep walking, telling himself that whatever was out there was probably just someone from Alpha Phi having a little fun at his expense.
The trail eventually split, and Sangwon unfolded the map again, angling it beneath the flashlight as he checked the directions. Left. He turned onto the narrower path.
He kept walking, and the farther he went, the quieter the forest became. The sounds of the party had long since disappeared, leaving only the crunch of leaves beneath his shoes and the occasional rustle of branches overhead.
The trail narrowed until branches brushed against his shoulders, catching repeatedly on his veil and forcing him to stop every few minutes to pull it free.
He started walking faster, his flashlight bouncing with every hurried step. Then his phone buzzed in his pocket, making him jump so badly that he nearly dropped it. He pulled it out and stared at the screen.
Unknown Number
Keep walking.
Sangwon's breathing became shallow.
Another message.
You're almost there.
Sangwon looked up, and through the trees he finally saw a faint light in the distance. The cabin. Relief hit him so suddenly that his knees nearly weakened, and he hurried toward it, clutching the flashlight and phone tightly in his hands.
The cabin looked exactly like the one from the photograph: old, abandoned, and almost completely swallowed by the forest, its dark walls barely visible beneath the trees.
Sangwon stopped in front of it. The door was slightly open. For a moment, he simply stared at the dark gap before pushing it wider. The hinges groaned loudly as he stepped inside, and his flashlight swept over dusty furniture, old wooden walls, and a fireplace filled with cold ash.
The place smelled like damp wood and something stale, as though no one had been inside for years. Then the beam landed on a small table in the middle of the room.
There was a wooden box sitting on top of it.
Sangwon approached slowly and opened it. Inside was a silver ring, exactly like the one they'd told him to find. Despite everything, a small smile tugged at his mouth.
"Finally."
He reached for it. The door behind him slammed shut.
Sangwon screamed and spun around, the flashlight shaking violently in his hand. Someone was standing in the corner of the room, tall and completely still, dressed in black. His heart slammed against his ribs.
"Who's there?"
The figure didn't answer. Sangwon took a step backward. Then the figure moved. Sangwon stumbled back, his shoulder nearly hitting the wall. The beam of his flashlight finally reached the stranger's face, and Sangwon stopped breathing.
He knew that face. He knew those eyes. And when the figure finally smiled, Sangwon realized with a sudden, sickening certainty that he had never been alone in the forest.
Not even for a second.
"Hyung?" Sangwon's voice came out smaller than he intended, his grip tightening around the flashlight.
Leo tilted his head, watching him with an expression Sangwon couldn't quite read.
"Hi, Sangwon." His voice was calm, almost gentle, and somehow that made everything worse.
For the first time that night, there was nothing playful about his smile.
"What are you doing here?" Sangwon stared at him, his fingers tightening around the flashlight until his knuckles began to ache.
Leo's gaze dropped briefly to the silver ring in Sangwon's other hand before returning to his face. His expression was almost fond, as though Sangwon had just asked him something terribly obvious.
"I've been waiting for you."
“You said we had to find the cabin...” Sangwon frowned, looking between Leo and the door as though trying to find some explanation that would make sense of any of this.
“And you did.” Leo’s gaze flickered toward the wooden box on the table. “You even found the ring. I’m impressed.”
Sangwon took a cautious step backward.
“You’re supposed to be at the house.”
“Am I?” Leo asked lightly, raising his eyebrows.
Sangwon didn’t move. For a moment, Leo simply watched him, then let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh.
“You look like you’re about to run away.”
“Maybe I am.” Sangwon swallowed, forcing himself not to look away.
"That'd be a shame." Leo took a slow step toward him. "You've come all this way."
Sangwon’s stomach twisted. He glanced toward the door, but Leo shifted just enough to block his path. It was a small movement, barely noticeable, yet it made Sangwon’s pulse jump.
Even now, with his heart racing and every instinct telling him to get away, some stupid part of his brain still registered the way Leo looked at him, the low tone of his voice, the familiar face he had been admiring less than an hour ago.
Sangwon couldn't tell whether the heat in his face came from fear, embarrassment, adrenaline, or the fact that Leo was still looking at him like that.
He hated that he couldn't tell.
“Move.” Sangwon's voice came out sharper this time, his fear finally giving way to irritation.
Leo raised his eyebrows, almost surprised.
“Why?” Leo asked. “You were doing so well.”
"What the hell is this?" Sangwon's voice shook despite his attempt to keep it steady. "Is this some kind of prank?"
Leo’s smile faded, not entirely, but enough for Sangwon to notice.
“No, baby.”
“Then why are you here?” Sangwon asked, his voice quieter now.
Leo didn't answer immediately. His gaze moved slowly over Sangwon's face, taking in his wide eyes, the crease between his brows, the way his lips parted whenever he tried to catch his breath. It was the same attentive look he'd given him at the party, only now Sangwon could finally see how wrong he'd been about it.
“Because I wanted to see you.”
Sangwon let out a disbelieving laugh.
“You could’ve just asked me to hang out.” His voice carried a nervous edge, almost incredulous.
"And where would be the fun in that?" Leo's mouth curved into a small, almost teasing smile.
Leo took a step closer. Sangwon instinctively moved back until his hip hit the edge of the table. Sangwon thought of the messages from the unknown number. His gaze darted to the phone in his pocket.
“Was that you?”
Leo tilted his head.
“What was?” His expression remained almost innocent.
“The messages.”
“Oh.” Leo's expression brightened with recognition, and a small smile appeared. “You got them.”
Sangwon felt cold all over.
“You’ve been following me?”
Leo didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached for the flashlight lying on the table and switched it off, leaving the cabin lit only by the weak glow of the lantern beside the window.
“I was just looking out for you,” he said defensively.
“That’s not the same thing.” Sangwon said, his heart pounding hard against his chest.
“Isn’t it?” Leo asked, almost curiously.
Sangwon shook his head, trying to make sense of the man standing in front of him.
“You’re fucking insane.”
Leo chuckled softly, as though Sangwon had said something endearing.
“Geonwoo said you’d probably call me that.”
At the mention of his friend, Sangwon’s heart lurched.
“Geonwoo knows?” Sangwon asked quickly, his voice rising.
Leo’s eyes warmed with amusement.
“Of course he knows.”
“No.” Sangwon swallowed. “No, he wouldn’t—”
“He helped me arrange everything.”
The cabin seemed to shrink around him. Sangwon stared at Leo, searching his face for some hint that he was joking, that any second now Geonwoo would burst through the door laughing and tell him the whole thing had gone too far.
But Leo only watched him.
“He signed you up before you even agreed,” Leo continued, his voice calm. “Made sure you were the last one to leave the bonfire. We didn’t want anyone interrupting.”
Sangwon’s mouth went dry.
“You planned this.” His voice was barely audible, the realization settling heavily in his chest.
“Geonwoo and I did, yes.”
“Why?”
Leo looked almost surprised by the question.
“I told you. I wanted to see you.”
“That’s not a reason to bring me out here!”
“No?” Leo’s gaze dropped briefly to Sangwon’s trembling hands.
Sangwon’s breath caught. Every moment of fear he’d experienced had been carefully placed in front of him, one after another, until the only person he could find at the end of it was the man standing between him and the door.
“You wanted me to be scared,” he whispered.
Leo’s expression softened.
“I wanted you to come to me.”
The silence that followed felt unbearable. Sangwon glanced down at the ring still clenched in his hand, then at the door behind Leo.
“Let me go.”
Leo’s face changed, just slightly. The warmth remained, but something firmer settled beneath it.
“Not yet.”
Sangwon’s heart began to pound.
“Hyung, please, move.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You already did.”
For the first time, Leo looked genuinely troubled. His eyes searched Sangwon’s face as though he were trying to understand where he’d gone wrong, as though the fear in Sangwon’s expression were an unexpected complication rather than the very thing he’d spent the night creating.
Then his phone vibrated.
Leo glanced at the screen, and a quiet laugh escaped him.
Geonwoo: so? did he find you?
A second message appeared almost immediately.
Geonwoo: tell me he screamed. i bet he screamed.
Leo typed back with one hand.
Leo: He’s here.
Geonwoo: finally.
“I want to go home.” Sangwon said, his voice quieter now.
Leo stepped closer, slowly enough that Sangwon could have moved away if there had been anywhere left to go. His voice dropped into something quieter, almost intimate.
“Not yet, Sangwon. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you to myself? I’ve been watching you for a while,” he said quietly. “You know that, right?”
Sangwon’s stomach dropped.
“Months,” Leo murmured. “I know your schedule. You’re always surrounded by people. At the cafeteria, in class…” He shrugged, almost casually. “It’s annoying.”
“Annoying?”
“Yeah.” Leo’s smile returned. “I kept thinking I’d get a chance to talk to you, and then someone was always there.” He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving Sangwon’s face. “So I figured I’d have to make my own chance.”
Sangwon swallowed.
“You did all this just to talk to me?”
Leo’s smile sharpened.
“Well, I didn’t say I wanted to talk.”
Outside, the wind moved through the trees, scraping branches against the cabin walls. Somewhere in the distance, a distant cheer rose from the direction of the fraternity house, muffled by the forest and the heavy night.
Sangwon had never felt so far away from everyone. Leo glanced toward the sound, then back at him. He stayed exactly where he was, pressed against the edge of the table, watching Leo as if keeping his eyes on him could somehow make the situation less frightening.
Sangwon looked toward the door again.
Leo noticed.
“You’re thinking about running.”
“Obviously.”
“You could try.” The words stopped him. Leo stepped aside. Not completely. Just enough. For one brief second, Sangwon wondered if he had misunderstood him. “Go ahead.”
Sangwon stared at him.
“You’re letting me leave?”
“I said you could try.”
His stomach dropped. Leo knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted Sangwon to understand that the door was there. He wanted him to know he had a choice, or at least the illusion of one. Somehow, that was worse than simply being told he couldn't leave.
Sangwon tightened his grip around the silver ring and moved.
Leo didn't follow. That should have made it easier. Instead, every nerve in Sangwon's body screamed at him that this was wrong.
He reached the door. His fingers closed around the handle. He pulled. Nothing. Sangwon tried again. The door didn't move. He turned around slowly. Leo was still standing beside the table, hands resting casually in his pockets.
“Hyung,” Sangwon's voice shook now. “You don't get to do this. You don't get to bring me here and lock me in a fucking cabin because you—”
“Because I wanted you here,” Leo cut in sharply, not even letting him finish. “I've thought about this night for a very long time. I thought about what you'd wear. I thought about what you'd say when you realized it was me. I thought you'd be angry.” His gaze moved slowly over Sangwon's face. “I didn't expect you to look this beautiful when you were scared.”
Sangwon's stomach twisted.
Leo watched Sangwon sitting across from him, his gaze darting between the locked door and the windows as he tried to think of a way out. There was something almost endearing about how hard he was trying to keep himself composed.
Leo had spent months imagining what it would be like to have Sangwon alone with him, to finally be close enough to see every little expression that usually went unnoticed, but nothing he'd imagined had quite prepared him for the sight of Sangwon looking at him with such unmistakable fear.
It sent a rush of excitement through him, sharp and exhilarating, making his heartbeat quicken as he watched Sangwon struggle to hide how badly he wanted to get away.
He knew it was wrong, knew that anyone else would have found something deeply disturbing about the way he was looking at him, but the knowledge did little to diminish the thrill. If anything, it made the moment feel even more intense.
Just them.
Sangwon and Leo.
“You're trying to figure out how to get out.”
“I already told you I'm leaving.” His voice was firmer this time, though Leo noticed the slight tremor at the end of the sentence. “So unlock the fucking door.”
Leo smiled.
Sangwon was angry now, too, and Leo found himself fascinated by the change in his expression. He'd seen him frustrated in class, laughing with Geonwoo, looking half-asleep over a cup of coffee, but this was something entirely different.
Leo walked toward the fireplace, giving him space rather than taking it away. He picked up the lantern and adjusted the wick, letting the room brighten slightly.
He didn't look at Sangwon. That was when he heard the chair scrape against the floor.
Leo smiled to himself.
There it was.
He waited.
Sangwon moved quietly toward the opposite side of the cabin.
Leo let him.
There was a small window there, old enough that the wooden frame had swollen over the years. It was easy to miss beneath the faded curtains. Sangwon tried the latch. Nothing. He tried again, this time, the window moved.
A faint metallic click reached his ears.
Then a frustrated whisper.
“Come on…”
Leo lowered his gaze to the lantern. He could practically hear Sangwon's heartbeat from across the room.
The window opened another inch. Cold air slipped inside. Leo smiled. He heard Sangwon try the latch again, harder this time, followed by the scrape of his shoes against the floor as he leaned his weight into the frame.
The window groaned, and a thin stream of cold air slipped into the cabin, carrying the damp, earthy smell of the forest.
Leo could practically picture the expression on Sangwon's face: the disbelief, the sudden hope, the frantic realization that there might actually be a way out.
When he finally glanced over his shoulder, Sangwon was looking back at him.
For a second, neither of them moved. Leo offered him a small, almost encouraging smile.
"Go on," he said softly, his voice almost teasing. "I wouldn't want you to miss your chance."
Sangwon's face tightened. He didn't answer. Instead, he turned back toward the window and shoved it upward with both hands. The old frame gave way with a loud, splintering creak, and Sangwon hurried to push the curtains aside, glancing over his shoulder one last time before climbing onto the sill.
His veil caught on a piece of exposed wood, and he tugged at it impatiently, nearly stumbling as he tried to free himself. Leo watched him struggle, his pulse beating harder with every hurried movement, until Sangwon finally managed to squeeze through and disappear into the darkness outside.
The moment his shoes hit the ground, Sangwon ran.
Leo remained by the fireplace for a few seconds, listening to the frantic rustle of leaves and the breaking of small branches as Sangwon forced his way through the trees. He waited. He could have stopped him. Instead, he picked up his phone. A message from Geonwoo was already waiting.
Geonwoo: did he try it?
Leo typed back.
Leo: yes.
Geonwoo: told you he would.
Geonwoo responded with a string of laughing emojis, followed by another message telling him not to take too long. Leo slipped the phone into his pocket, his smile growing as he climbed through the window himself.
The night air struck his face, cold and damp, and he inhaled deeply, listening for the distant sound of Sangwon's footsteps.
The forest was nearly silent beneath the wind, but Leo knew the boy couldn't move quietly in his current state. His breathing would be ragged, his movements clumsy, his attention divided between finding the path and imagining what might be following him.
Leo's smile widened. His boots hit the damp ground. He let him run. Let him believe the forest was finally between them. Let him believe that getting out of the cabin meant getting away.
But Sangwon had no idea where he was going.
He'd abandoned the trail almost immediately, rushing between the trees without stopping to check the map Leo had given him. Branches whipped against his face and caught on the sleeves of his cassock, while the uneven ground threatened to send him sprawling with every other step.
The veil was an inconvenience now, dragging across his shoulders and snagging on twigs, and he finally tore it off and threw it aside when it caught around his neck.
His lungs burned, his throat felt raw, and the cold air seemed to scrape its way into his chest each time he tried to draw a breath. He could hear his own footsteps pounding against the damp earth, the frantic thud of his heartbeat drowning out the quieter sounds of the forest, and he couldn't stop looking over his shoulder, terrified that Leo would suddenly appear between the trees.
He didn't know how far he'd run or whether he was even heading in the right direction. The flashlight was still in the cabin, and the moonlight barely made it through the thick canopy overhead.
Every tree looked the same, every shadow seemed to shift whenever he turned his head, and the deeper he went, the more convinced he became that he'd somehow circled back toward the cabin.
He stumbled over a root and fell hard onto his hands, the impact sending a sharp sting through his palms. For a moment, he couldn't move. He just knelt there, gasping, his chest heaving as he tried to swallow down the panic rising in his throat. Then he heard it.
“Sangwonie!.”
Leo's voice came from somewhere behind him.
Sangwon scrambled to his feet so quickly that his vision blurred. He ran again, not caring where he was going, pushing through a tangle of low branches that scratched at his cheeks and caught on his clothes.
He could hear Leo moving through the forest now, not rushing, not struggling, his footsteps steady against the leaves.
That was what frightened Sangwon most. He was running as fast as he could, barely able to breathe, while Leo sounded as though he were taking a leisurely walk.
“Leave me alone!” Sangwon shouted, his voice cracking as it carried through the trees.
Leo didn't answer then, from somewhere close behind him, came a quiet laugh.
The sound made Sangwon's stomach twist. He forced himself to move faster, his shoes slipping on the wet ground as he tried to descend a small slope. He nearly lost his footing, caught himself against a tree, and kept going, his hands trembling so badly that he could barely push the branches away.
He could hear Leo behind him, close enough that the sound of his footsteps seemed to overlap with his own, and the realization that Leo wasn't even struggling to keep up made panic seize his chest.
He didn't notice the slope until his foot slipped.
His ankle twisted beneath him, and he fell hard onto the forest floor, his palms scraping against the rough ground as the impact knocked the air from his lungs. For a few seconds, he could only lie there, stunned, his cheek pressed against the cold, damp leaves. He tried to push himself up, but a sharp jolt of pain shot through his ankle, forcing a strangled sound from his throat.
Then he heard footsteps approaching.
“Sangwon.”
He scrambled backward, his palms dragging through the mud as he tried to put distance between them. Leo stood several feet away, his dark clothes blending into the shadows, his expression almost serene. His hair was slightly disheveled from the branches, but otherwise he looked remarkably composed. He wasn't even breathing hard.
“Found you,” he said.
“Stay away from me,” Sangwon warned, his voice cracking.
Leo took a step forward.
“You hurt yourself.”
“Fuck you!”
Leo tilted his head, studying him. There was something almost fascinating about the way Sangwon's expression shifted between anger and fear, how he tried to make himself look intimidating even while his entire body trembled.
Leo had always loved how expressive he was, how easily his emotions surfaced in his face, but seeing that vulnerability now stirred an unsettling thrill in him.
He wanted to know how far Sangwon would go to resist him, how much longer he would keep fighting, and whether that defiant little glare would remain even when he had nothing left to give.
Sangwon tried to get to his feet.
The moment he put weight on his injured ankle, his leg buckled, and he fell forward with a sharp gasp. Leo reached for him, but Sangwon recoiled and struck his arm away.
“Don't touch me!”
He pushed himself up, ignoring the pain in his ankle, and lunged toward the narrow gap between Leo and the trees. Sangwon tried to dart past him, but Leo moved quickly, catching him by the arm before he could get around him.
Sangwon screamed and twisted violently, striking at Leo's shoulder with his free hand. The sudden struggle knocked them both off balance, and Leo stumbled against a tree as Sangwon wrenched himself loose. For a brief moment, he was free again, but Leo caught the back of his cassock before he could get far.
“Stop!” Leo snapped.
Sangwon thrashed, panic overriding any thought of what might happen if he managed to break free. He clawed at Leo's wrist, kicked backward, and managed to land a blow against his thigh.
Leo's grip loosened just enough for Sangwon to turn around and shove him hard in the chest. He stumbled backward, his heel sliding on the damp earth, and Sangwon took the opportunity to run.
He made it only a few steps before Leo caught up with him and seized his wrist. Sangwon twisted around, trying to pull away, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
He struck Leo again, this time catching his cheek with the heel of his palm, and Leo's head jerked to the side. The two of them froze for a fraction of a second.
Sangwon stared at him, horrified by what he'd done, but Leo slowly turned his face back toward him. A faint red mark was already forming along his cheekbone. He touched it with his fingertips, running them lightly over the spot before looking back at Sangwon.
Then he smiled. Leo briefly licked his lower lip, his eyes fixed on Sangwon as if the hit had given him exactly what he'd been hoping to see.
"Well," he murmured, almost amused. "There you are."
Sangwon tried to run again, and Leo caught him around the waist, stopping him before he could disappear into the trees. Sangwon cried out and fought against his hold, twisting and struggling with every bit of strength he had left.
His shoes scraped against the ground, crushing leaves beneath them, while his hands pushed desperately at Leo's arms.
He was sobbing now, though he seemed barely aware of it, his breathing broken by sharp, frightened gasps.
“Let go of me!” Sangwon cried. “Please, just let me go!”
Leo had never expected Sangwon to fight this hard.
He had imagined the fear, the anger, the desperate attempts to get away, but seeing it unfold in front of him was something entirely different.
His veil was gone, his hair was disheveled, and the black fabric of his costume had become tangled around his legs. He looked nothing like the pretty, composed boy Leo had flirted with at the party. He was frightened, his eyes wide and glassy, his lips trembling as he repeatedly demanded to be let go.
He liked his defiance, the sharpness in his voice whenever he told him to stay away, the way he continued to fight even when exhaustion was beginning to catch up with him.
Leo tightened his hold as Sangwon tried to wrench himself free, his face close enough to feel the uneven warmth of his breath.
“Stop fighting me,” he murmured.
“Get off me!”
“Sangwon—”
“Don't touch me!”
Sangwon was trembling so hard that Leo could feel it through the fabric between them. His eyes were wide and wet, his face flushed from exertion, and his chest rose and fell in frantic, shallow movements. He looked utterly exhausted, but he continued to struggle, desperate to put even a few feet between them.
There was a rush of excitement in the struggle, in Sangwon's refusal to surrender and the sheer intensity of his attempts to get away. He liked that Sangwon still had enough fight in him to shove, kick, and curse at him, that he refused to become quiet or compliant simply because Leo had caught him.
But there was no mistaking the terror in his voice, and the realization that Sangwon was genuinely begging him to stop should have been enough to make Leo release him.
It wasn't.
Leo lowered his voice.
“It's all right,” Leo murmured, though Sangwon was still shaking his head. “I've got you.”
Leo glanced toward Sangwon, who was staring at him with an expression of such helpless disbelief that it almost made him feel guilty.
Almost.
Sangwon tried to pull away, but Leo caught him again, and their struggle sent them both crashing onto the forest floor. Sangwon landed on his back with a startled gasp, the cold, wet ground pressing against his shoulders. Leo ended up above him, bracing himself on one arm to keep from falling completely onto him.
The impact had knocked the breath out of Sangwon, and for a moment he could only stare up at Leo, his mind struggling to catch up with what had happened.
He could feel the warmth of Leo's body close to his own, hear his breathing in the darkness, and see the faint mark Sangwon had left on his cheek. The world seemed to have narrowed to the space between them, the forest beyond reduced to indistinct shadows and the whisper of wind through the branches.
Sangwon's heart was pounding so hard that it almost hurt. He was terrified, but beneath all of it there was a confusing rush of sensation that made his thoughts feel strangely distant.
For one fleeting second, he became acutely aware of how close Leo was, of the intensity in his eyes and the way his own body seemed to react to the overwhelming situation.
Sangwon was so fucking turned on. He could feel the dampness of his underwear against his pussy, his clit throbbing painfully against the fabric, his nipples hard and sensitive
The realization unsettled him so badly that he immediately tried to push it away. It was the adrenaline, he told himself. The fear, the chase, the shock of being caught.
His body was overwhelmed, and he couldn't trust any of the strange sensations passing through him. It didn't mean he wanted this. It didn't mean he wanted Leo anywhere near him.
“Get off me,” he whispered.
Leo looked down at him, his expression unreadable.
Sangwon pushed at his chest, but his arms were trembling, and he barely managed to move him. Sangwon turned his face away, trying desperately to keep Leo from seeing flushed his cheeks had become, but Leo followed the movement with his gaze.
He seemed almost captivated by the tears on Sangwon's cheeks, by the way his expression crumpled whenever he realized that another attempt to escape had failed.
Sangwon's fingers curled against Leo's shirt as he tried to shove him away again. The closeness made his thoughts feel tangled, and he hated that he couldn't separate the rush of adrenaline from the other unfamiliar sensations coursing through him.
He wanted to blame the racing of his heart on the chase, the dizziness on exhaustion, the strange unreality of the night on fear. Anything was easier than trying to understand why his body felt so overwhelmed.
“Hyung,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Please.”
Leo didn't pull away. Instead, his hand came up, fingers tangling softly into the fabric at the nape of Sangwon's neck. Sangwon tried to turn his face away, a faint, desperate protest dying on his lips.
"Don't," Sangwon murmured, his hands coming up to press weakly against Leo's chest, though he made no real move to push him back.
Then he leaned in.
The kiss was slow for only a fraction of a second before it completely unraveled, turning hot and frantic. Leo’s hand slid to the back of Sangwon’s neck, his fingers tangling in the hair at his nape to anchor him firmly in place as their mouths collided harder.
It was wet, open, and desperate, stripping away any lingering hesitation. The slick slide of their lips parted with a soft, audible pop before Leo surged forward again, swallowing the small, breathless groan that slipped past Sangwon’s lips.
Their mouths slipped against each other, the kiss growing wetter and more disheveled with every breath. Sangwon pulled back just enough to gasp, only for Leo to follow him immediately, brushing their lips together again before catching his mouth properly. A faint string of saliva briefly stretched between them when they separated, breaking as Sangwon swallowed and dragged in a shaky breath.
He barely had time to breathe before Leo kissed him again.
Sangwon shifted beneath him, their bodies pressing closer as the kiss became even more desperate. Leo's thumb dragged slowly along his jaw while his other hand settled firmly at Sangwon's waist, keeping him close. Their noses bumped once, awkwardly, but neither of them cared enough to stop.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing hard. Their lips were swollen and damp, and Sangwon's breath caught when Leo brushed his thumb briefly across the corner of his mouth, it lasted barely a heartbeat before Sangwon leaned forward again, catching Leo’s mouth.
Leo smiled against his lips.
“Yeah,” he said, almost breathless. “That’s what I thought.”
Sangwon couldn't believe what he was feeling, and he barely had time to process what was happening before he felt Leo's hand slip beneath the lower part of his nun costume.
His fingers dug into Sangwon's thigh, drawing a whimper of both pain and pleasure. Leo pulled back from him just enough to lift the costume up to his waist.
“Look at you,” Leo murmured, his voice low and pleased.“You're wearing such pretty panties for me. And you have a tight, perfect pussy. You're even better than I imagined. ”
Leo hooked his fingers into Sangwon's underwear and pulled them down to his knees, leaving him completely exposed.
It was too much, and yet he couldn't stop himself from wanting more. Only minutes ago, he'd been terrified, running through the woods with Leo chasing after him, but now all he could think about was Leo.
His small body was trembling even before Leo dragged his fingers across his pink folds, and the sudden pressure of those fingers against his clit made him moan and gasp as Leo rubbed him in circles.
“You're already so wet, so ready for me. Does running away turn you on, Sangwonie?” Leo groans, crearly enjoin this.
Sangwon felt a flush of shame at how soaked he was. His rational side told him he should be ashamed; after all, Leo had chased him through the woods. He wasn't supposed to want this. He hadn't chosen it. But he wanted it so badly.
When he didn’t answer, a heavy hand smacked hard against his slick pussy, and Sangwon let out a high gasp, writhing as a punishing wave of pleasure ripped through him.
"Answer me when I talk to you," he scolded, his grip tightening. "Do you like it when I hunt you down, stalk you, chase you, and beat that delicious little pussy red?"
"Yes, hyung, I love it," he choked out, because what was the fucking point of lying?
Sangwon was dripping, and Leo looked so unfairly hot looming over him, hair messy and big hands marking up his skin. Even if he’d tried to fight it at first, Sangwon had loved every second of the chase—the fear, the adrenaline, the escape. All of it.
A finger traced the slick seam from his clit back to his entrance, Leo letting out a dark chuckle.
"I can tell. You're so wet. Soaking wet and begging to be used." Two fingers shoved deep inside him, making Sangwon throw his head back with a loud, ruined moan. "This pussy was made for me," he purred, pistoning his fingers in and out before giving his swollen clit a sharp, stinging slap.
Leo shifted closer, and Sangwon's breath caught when he realized what he was about to do. The teasing smile on Leo's face made his stomach flip, anticipation and nerves tangling together until he couldn't tell them apart.
“Hyung, wait!” Sangwon cried out when he felt Leo's cock pressing against his pussy.
“Sangwonie,” Leo murmured, sounding entirely indifferent to the pleas and the dry tears on his face, “Stop acting like you don't want this. You want me to fuck you until you cry and ruin your pretty makeup, and then keep fucking you even when you can't take anymore, forcing you to take my cock like the little slut you are, don't you?”
Sangwon swallowed hard, too humiliated to admit that the bastard was right.
Leo shoved and pulled Sangwon's thighs apart as wide as he could until his entrance was completely open and exposed, pink and gleaming.
Leo leaned down, spitting heavily onto him before dragging his fingers between his folds, though it wasn't even necessary. Sangwon was so wet that his thighs were sticky, and he knew he was making a mess on the damp, dirty ground.
Leo let out a low, raspy, masculine laugh as he pulled back and grabbed his dick, giving it a few hard strokes before aligning himself with Sangwon's entrance. At the sensation of Leo's cockhead rubbing against his cunt, Sangwon whimpered, trying to back away and digging his fingernails into the mud and leaves, but Leo caught him by the ankle, eliciting a sharp cry.
At this point, Sangwon couldn't even remember why he was pretending to resist; he was craving it so bad, but there was something insanely hot about Leo just forcing him to take it like a good boy.
Maybe the fall really had completely fucked up his brain.
Leo manhandled Sangwon as if he were nothing more than a doll, positioning him onto his hands and knees, and moving one hand up from his waist to grab his hair to hold him in place.
Leo heard Sangwon groan—a whimper that quickly turned into a cry of both pain and pleasure as Leo's grip tightened on his scalp, yanking his head back to force him into an arch and leaving his neck fully exposed.
Sangwon's body trembled as Leo began to push inside, his entrance burning as it stretched to accommodate the large size of Leo's cock.
“No, please mh—ah!” Sangwon gasped, but a moan escaped him as Leo drove forward, burying himself until he could feel his heavy balls pressed against his pussy.
“Shh, just take it, you just gotta lie there”.
Leo began to move, the wet sounds of skin slapping together echoing through the woods along with Sangwon's groans. Leo shoved into him and fucked him hard, pushing Sangwon's body forward with every thrust.
“No one else can have you like this, Sangwon. Only me. Maybe I should lock you in the cabin and never let you leave. You could be my wife, baby. I'd take care of you, and all you have to do is lie there and spread your legs for me”.
Sangwon whimpered, feeling his inner walls tighten around Leo's cock.
Leo leaned forward, keeping up his relentless rhythm, and wrapped a hand around Sangwon's throat—not tight enough to choke him, just enough to make breathing difficult.
Sangwon could feel his thighs shaking, incapable of focusing on anything other than the sensation of Leo’s large cock fucking him hard. His pussy produced wet squelching sounds with every deep thrust, filling him with shame at just how wet he was.
He could feel Sangwon dripping so heavily the slick coated his own balls, the internal walls clamping down hard on his shaft as Sangwon's thighs shook violently on the brink of coming, dragging a sound out of him that was half-whimper, half-sob.
But Leo didn't stop. He kept right on fucking him. Sangwon's knees burned against the ground, and he knew he'd be bruised tomorrow, but right then, he couldn't bring himself to care.
“Hyung, wait, it's too much!” Sangwon whimpered, but he clamped down tightly around him, making it clear that his complaints weren't entirely true.
“It’s ok baby, this won't take long. You’re so pretty when you come, Sangwonie.” Leo says, pulling the boy to lie fully on his back again. He positions himself above Sangwon once more, looming over him.
“Hyung, it hurts,” Sangwon whimpers, fresh tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Hyung is so mean!”
“Hyung is being mean, isn’t he?” Leo said laughing. But Sangwon seemed to be getting wetter and wetter, moaning beneath him with his face flushed.
A thin string of saliva ran from the corner of his mouth, and Leo reached out to wipe it away, smearing it across his cheek as Sangwon could do nothing but lie there and take whatever Leo had to give him.
Leo groaned at the sight of Sangwon’s dazed eyes, his eyes brimming with tears and his mouth hanging open as more moans escaped him. The wet sound of his pussy being pounded by Leo’s cock echoed loudly through the silence of the forest.
“You’re gonna be good and let hyung use you?" Leo groans, but Sangwon just moans, so Leo grips his jaw and moves his head for him, up and down.
“Fuck, you're so wet," Leo groans. “Your little pussy's just begging for me." He said, his hands now moving to grip Sangwon's hips, smile growing wider as Sangwon just looks at him, barely able to process what Leo's doing to him.
Sangwon sob. His face is a complete mess of dirt and tears, cheeks streaked and smudged from where he’s tried to wipe them away with dirty hands.
Leaves are tangled through his hair, some caught against his damp forehead, and his nun costume is a wreck, twisted and bunched around his waist, the black fabric wrinkled and stained from the forest floor.
His lips are parted and his pupils are dilated, his tearful gaze making him look cock-drunk, as though all he can think about is Leo’s cock and how good he feels fucking him; the only things that come out of his mouth are slutty moans and “More, hyung, more!” and “Ah, ah, ah” every time Leo thrusts.
“Look at you, moaning like a slut for hyung’s cock,” Leo says, leaning down until their lips brush. “Were you really going to deny me this pretty little pussy, Sangwon-ah? You ran like you didn't want it, but you're dripping wet for me.”
Leo leans in and kisses him, but Sangwon can barely respond, feeling Leo suck on his tongue with a wet, noisy pop when he pulls away.
“Just look at it, baby. You want me to fuck you properly. How could I say no?”
And Sangwon lowers his gaze, watching as Leo’s large cock pushes between his swollen, flushed lips. Sangwon moans and, without thinking, brings one hand toward his swollen clit, protruding between his folds.
He slides his fingers over his clit and squeezes firmly, his chin tipped downward as he watches Leo’s hips flex while he moves in and out of him. He’s so wet that Leo’s cock glistens.
Sangwon can’t look away. Shamelessly, he starts rubbing his clit in firm circles, with one finger and then two. Then back and forth, faster and faster, making his fluids run over his fingers.
“Do you like the way you look taking a cock, Sangwon?”
He doesn’t even look at him, still watching Leo’s cock as it thrusts at a quick, steady pace while he rubs his clit, now more frantically.
“I like the way I look taking hyung’s cock.”
His hips jerk and slam into him hard, driving him against the dirt and sliding his smaller body several inches forward. One hand clamps around his thigh, nails digging into his skin, while the other grips his hip, pulling him back toward him.
“Good, because it’s the only cock you’re ever going to take.” Leo said, his hips stuttering from the sudden tightness.
He grips onto Sangwon’s waist harder, moving him on his cock like he weighs nothing. The boy is so pliant, all soft and wet inside, and Leo feels his orgasm quickly approaching.
He could do this all night, fucking into Sangwon’s warmth and watching the boy fall apart into a mess beneath him, every tear, moan, and gasp caused by him and him alone.
Leo thrusts hard, cursing under his breath, noticing how deep his thrusts are, so deep that, beneath the faint silver light of the moon filtering through the trees, he can make out the outline of his cock against the outside of Sangwon’s stomach, forming a small bulge with every thrust, and he trails his hand pushing onto the bulge on Sangwon's stomach, finding the outline of himself, pressing down, hard.
“Hyung, wait, my tummy hurts! Don’t press—”
But Leo doesn’t listen. He presses harder against his bladder despite Sangwon’s protests, and Sangwon whines, crying out and moaning loudly, his orgasm crashing over him as he comes hard, the force of it pushing Leo’s cock out of him.
A hot stream of piss follows, soaking everything and leaving him sticky as he covers his face with his dirty hands, embarrassed.
Leo quickly pushes back inside him, fucking him through his orgasm as Sangwon’s thighs tremble. With one final thrust, Leo comes inside him, filling him with his hot, thick cum.
Sangwon moans and clenches around him, clinging to Leo’s arms as the cum fills him, so much that he can feel it leaking down between his thighs and over his skin.
Sangwon barely registered the change in Leo’s expression.
Everything around him had begun to blur at the edges, the dark trees melting into one another beneath the pale moonlight. His body felt impossibly heavy, every muscle exhausted, his breathing uneven as he tried to keep his eyes open.
“Hyung…” The word came out faint, almost lost beneath the rustling leaves.
Leo caught him immediately when his head lolled to the side, gathering him carefully against his chest.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, brushing the damp hair away from Sangwon’s forehead. “You’re okay.”
Sangwon tried to answer, but the words wouldn’t come. His eyelids fluttered once, twice, and then finally fell shut.
Leo looked down at him for a long moment, a slow smile touched his lips.
“You were so good for hyung,” he whispered, holding him closer. “So, so good.”
For a moment, he thought Sangwon had already passed out. Then, against his chest, Sangwon stirred.
“Did I pass?” he mumbled.
A quiet laugh escaped Leo before he could stop it.
“Oh, baby.” He brushed his thumb over Sangwon’s cheek. “You have no idea.”
Sangwon’s lips curved into the faintest smile; he was already drifting away again, too exhausted to explain himself, but just before his eyes closed, he caught a fistful of Leo’s shirt.
“Did I make it fun for you, hyung?” Sangwon whispered weakly, his dark eyes fixing on Leo with a disturbing, feverish devotion. “I ran as fast as I could... just like you wanted. Can we do it again sometime?”
For the first time that night, Leo had absolutely nothing to say. Then Sangwon’s grip loosened, his hand falling limp against Leo’s chest as sleep finally claimed him.
Leo stared at him for a long moment before a slow, delighted smile spread across his face. The forest had gone quiet again, the only sound the faint rustling of leaves overhead and Leo’s soft voice beside his ear.
“Sleep, baby.”
And with Sangwon limp in his arms, Leo stayed there beneath the moonlight. He had spent months imagining what it would feel like to finally have Sangwon alone, to see what lay beneath that pretty, innocent face.
He hadn't imagined Sangwon asking for more, but that was the best part.
Sangwon was finally his.
And something told Leo this was only the beginning.