Cozy Obsession
Author: 유성화
Chapter 46: 18+
[Did you make it to work safely, hyung?]
What time is it, and now he’s asking that? And that’s Kim Minseok’s way of talking. Pass.
[Did you have something to sober up?]
As if someone who could drink soju by the crate would ever need a hangover cure. Pass.
[Have a great day ♥]
He’d probably ignore it the moment he saw the heart at the end, thinking it was sent to the wrong person. Pass.
“Ah, shit. What do I even write?”
He stared at the blank screen for minutes, unable to type anything, while Ms. Ahn gave him a curious look.
He really did intend to send a message to Iheon, but after what he had done with her phone before, he felt unnecessarily self-conscious. It wasn’t like he couldn’t just erase it, so he figured he might as well write something—anything.
[This letter first originated ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) in England and has circled the world once a year, bringing good fortune to those who receive it. Now, it has reached you.]
He couldn’t remember the rest, so he stopped at the part he had memorized. When he lifted his head, his eyes met Ms. Ahn’s, her expression frozen in shock. If she had been someone who could speak, she would’ve asked him if he was out of his mind.
“I couldn’t think of what to say, so I was just messing around. Ahaha.”
As expected, even in this world, chain letters seemed to exist. Letting out an awkward laugh, Heemin scratched the back of his head and moved his thumb toward the delete button.
If this were a comedy drama or movie, his finger would’ve slipped, accidentally pressing send and causing a disaster. But after the humiliation of wielding a kitchen knife and making a scene, he had embarrassed himself enough. Carefully, he deleted the entire message and started over.
[When are you coming home? I miss you.]
The sentence he pieced together from consonants and vowels contained all the questions he wanted to ask—was he okay, had he eaten breakfast and lunch, could they have dinner together? A gentle smile spread across Ms. Ahn’s lips as she read the words on the screen.
Bzzz.
Just as he was about to close the messaging app and return the phone to her, the device buzzed loudly. The caller ID displayed in bold letters: Wooshin Capital, CEO Cha Iheon.
His response time was like 5G. Did he think Ms. Ahn had texted and was calling to check? Suddenly anxious, Heemin answered the call and immediately spoke without even greeting him.
“I sent the message.”
— I know.
Iheon replied in a tone that suggested, Why are you confessing so easily?
“How did you know?”
— If I didn’t, why would I call someone who can’t even talk?
“Oh. Right.”
That made sense. If he hadn’t known, he would’ve replied with a curt Did you just text me? instead.
— I’ll be back around 9:30.
The soft voice whispered in his ear, just like it had when they were about to kiss. It was just a simple statement, delivering only the necessary information, yet the calmness woven between the words left a lingering warmth, subtly shaking him.
“Are you eating dinner before you come home?”
— Probably.
This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.
“I’ve been sleeping all day, so I haven’t eaten lunch yet. Since I’ll be eating late, let’s have dinner together at 9:30.”
What he really meant was: Even if you’ve already eaten, sit at the table with me.
Was that too much to ask of someone who had spent the entire day working? After finishing his sentence, he nervously swallowed, but Iheon’s response came a beat later.
— Alright. Let’s do that.
“Not a minute later, okay?”
— I’m leaving the chairman’s house at nine. I won’t be late.
Now that he thought about it, Dr. Hwang had also mentioned going to the chairman’s house today. There must have been an important meeting.
“You must be tired from drinking last night, so don’t overwork yourself. See you later, hyung.”
Unlike Heemin, who could rest as much as he wanted, Iheon couldn’t. Not as a CEO—no, as a gang leader. His pride aside, the way he was built didn’t allow him to show any signs of weakness, no matter how exhausted he was.
— See you later.
“Yes.”
— ......
He waited for Iheon to hang up first, holding the phone to his ear. But instead of ending the call, there was a moment of silence, followed by the sound of faint breathing from the other end.
“...Hyung?”
— Hang up first.
“Oh. Got it. I’ll hang up now.”
He expected the call to end the moment he said yes, but Iheon still held on. He was surprised to realize that even the ruthless gangster Cha Iheon had retained the habit of waiting for the other person to end the call first—just like the 21-year-old Cha Iheon he used to know.
After pressing the end button, he stared blankly at the call log. He had expected a delayed response since he thought Iheon would be too busy, but his reply had come almost immediately. And his mood didn’t seem bad either.
It didn’t look like he was suffering from suppressant side effects after all.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he returned the phone to Ms. Ahn. Either way, he would be having dinner with Iheon. Maybe after eating, he could suggest a walk—an excuse to get some fresh air for the first time in a while.
“I’m going to go wash up.”
After bowing his head slightly to Ms. Ahn, who had been waiting to clean up, he headed toward the dressing room connected to the bathroom.
There were quite a few of his clothes hanging there now. Humming to himself, Heemin picked out an outfit, excited at the thought of going outside.
He stepped into the bathroom and thoroughly washed himself, letting the warm water run over him even after he had finished. Standing under the cascading water, his body gradually warmed, and the tension from last night melted away.
Like someone lost in thought while listening to rain tapping against a window, Heemin stood there, dazed, before suddenly recalling that there were no surveillance cameras in the bathroom.
‘......Should I practice in advance?’
Indeed, just as Dr. Hwang had said, in order to establish a relationship of trust with Cha Iheon and ensure that their first night together proceeded without issue, it was necessary to reduce the rejection Seo Heemin’s body had toward sexual desire.
Still, doing something like this with someone else’s body felt a little embarrassing...
Ms. Ahn was busy cleaning, and Kim Minseok was out, possibly collecting payments, leaving no one around to disturb him. If he didn’t take this chance now, another opportunity might not come easily. That hesitation kept creeping in.
‘Just a little. If it doesn’t work, I’ll stop.’
He was feeling fairly excited, his mood slightly lifted, and after a good night’s sleep, his condition was better than usual. It didn’t seem like a bad idea to take the plunge and give it a try.
This was all for Cha Iheon. It was just one of the necessary steps toward a happy ending—Seo Heemin repeated that to himself over and over as he adjusted the showerhead to the side.
‘This is really embarrassing.’
In reality, he had always used morning arousal to take care of his needs in a quick and efficient manner. He never knew when someone might knock on the bathroom door. But trying to deliberately set the mood on a lazy afternoon like this made him feel oddly self-conscious.
Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his palm around the soft organ. The size, the shape, even the texture and color—it was all the same, strangely familiar. If an emerald-green sink had come into view instead of the black fixtures, showerhead, and dark marble tiles, he might have been convinced he was back in the real world.
If only it were as big as a baseball bat like Cha Iheon’s—or at least the size of a large water bottle.
‘Seo Heemin’s’—which was also his own—was definitely above average, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a little disappointed.
“Mm...”
He focused on the friction, sliding the thin skin up and down. Rather than imagining someone naked or fantasizing about a lewd scene, he concentrated on the sensations in his hand.
But no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get aroused. Maybe it was because it had been so long—or maybe it was because this was ‘Seo Heemin’s’ body. Either way, it wasn’t working as he expected. He rubbed the shaft and tip the way he always had.
[Heemin.]
Just as he was about to give up, thinking it was pointless, a deep, resonant voice echoed clearly in his head. The image of Cha Iheon, carefully pressing a kiss onto his closed eyelids, surfaced in his mind like a vivid scene from a movie.
“Ah!”
Despite the lack of response to all his previous efforts, the moment he thought of Iheon, his body hardened instantly. Heemin looked down in horror at the erection standing straight up.
‘Why, why, why—why is this happening? Have I lost my mind?’
His face burned. The fact that ‘Seo Heemin’s’ unresponsive body had finally reacted was a welcome development, but to get turned on while thinking of someone who had his friend’s face? That was absolutely unacceptable.
‘My brain must be completely soaked in BL.’
At this point, the only way to advance their relationship was by sleeping with Cha Iheon. Of course, there was also the sympathy—the desire to help relieve his suffering.
It was clear now. The sheer urgency of needing to go through with it had led to this ridiculous situation.
‘Other Seo Heemin. You’re seriously asking for a scolding.’
He suffered a full-blown panic attack in front of Cha Iheon, yet now, in this situation, his body decided to respond? It was infuriating. What the hell was it trying to pull?
He let out a hollow chuckle, but at least he wasn’t completely devastated by this outcome.
The body and mind were connected—Dr. Eun-kyung had once said that. In the end, ‘Seo Heemin’ had feelings for Cha Iheon. Maybe that was why, regardless of Heemin’s own will, Iheon’s face had appeared in his mind just now.
What time is it, and now he’s asking that? And that’s Kim Minseok’s way of talking. Pass.
[Did you have something to sober up?]
As if someone who could drink soju by the crate would ever need a hangover cure. Pass.
[Have a great day ♥]
He’d probably ignore it the moment he saw the heart at the end, thinking it was sent to the wrong person. Pass.
“Ah, shit. What do I even write?”
He stared at the blank screen for minutes, unable to type anything, while Ms. Ahn gave him a curious look.
He really did intend to send a message to Iheon, but after what he had done with her phone before, he felt unnecessarily self-conscious. It wasn’t like he couldn’t just erase it, so he figured he might as well write something—anything.
[This letter first originated ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) in England and has circled the world once a year, bringing good fortune to those who receive it. Now, it has reached you.]
He couldn’t remember the rest, so he stopped at the part he had memorized. When he lifted his head, his eyes met Ms. Ahn’s, her expression frozen in shock. If she had been someone who could speak, she would’ve asked him if he was out of his mind.
“I couldn’t think of what to say, so I was just messing around. Ahaha.”
As expected, even in this world, chain letters seemed to exist. Letting out an awkward laugh, Heemin scratched the back of his head and moved his thumb toward the delete button.
If this were a comedy drama or movie, his finger would’ve slipped, accidentally pressing send and causing a disaster. But after the humiliation of wielding a kitchen knife and making a scene, he had embarrassed himself enough. Carefully, he deleted the entire message and started over.
[When are you coming home? I miss you.]
The sentence he pieced together from consonants and vowels contained all the questions he wanted to ask—was he okay, had he eaten breakfast and lunch, could they have dinner together? A gentle smile spread across Ms. Ahn’s lips as she read the words on the screen.
Bzzz.
Just as he was about to close the messaging app and return the phone to her, the device buzzed loudly. The caller ID displayed in bold letters: Wooshin Capital, CEO Cha Iheon.
His response time was like 5G. Did he think Ms. Ahn had texted and was calling to check? Suddenly anxious, Heemin answered the call and immediately spoke without even greeting him.
“I sent the message.”
— I know.
Iheon replied in a tone that suggested, Why are you confessing so easily?
“How did you know?”
— If I didn’t, why would I call someone who can’t even talk?
“Oh. Right.”
That made sense. If he hadn’t known, he would’ve replied with a curt Did you just text me? instead.
— I’ll be back around 9:30.
The soft voice whispered in his ear, just like it had when they were about to kiss. It was just a simple statement, delivering only the necessary information, yet the calmness woven between the words left a lingering warmth, subtly shaking him.
“Are you eating dinner before you come home?”
— Probably.
This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.
“I’ve been sleeping all day, so I haven’t eaten lunch yet. Since I’ll be eating late, let’s have dinner together at 9:30.”
What he really meant was: Even if you’ve already eaten, sit at the table with me.
Was that too much to ask of someone who had spent the entire day working? After finishing his sentence, he nervously swallowed, but Iheon’s response came a beat later.
— Alright. Let’s do that.
“Not a minute later, okay?”
— I’m leaving the chairman’s house at nine. I won’t be late.
Now that he thought about it, Dr. Hwang had also mentioned going to the chairman’s house today. There must have been an important meeting.
“You must be tired from drinking last night, so don’t overwork yourself. See you later, hyung.”
Unlike Heemin, who could rest as much as he wanted, Iheon couldn’t. Not as a CEO—no, as a gang leader. His pride aside, the way he was built didn’t allow him to show any signs of weakness, no matter how exhausted he was.
— See you later.
“Yes.”
— ......
He waited for Iheon to hang up first, holding the phone to his ear. But instead of ending the call, there was a moment of silence, followed by the sound of faint breathing from the other end.
“...Hyung?”
— Hang up first.
“Oh. Got it. I’ll hang up now.”
He expected the call to end the moment he said yes, but Iheon still held on. He was surprised to realize that even the ruthless gangster Cha Iheon had retained the habit of waiting for the other person to end the call first—just like the 21-year-old Cha Iheon he used to know.
After pressing the end button, he stared blankly at the call log. He had expected a delayed response since he thought Iheon would be too busy, but his reply had come almost immediately. And his mood didn’t seem bad either.
It didn’t look like he was suffering from suppressant side effects after all.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he returned the phone to Ms. Ahn. Either way, he would be having dinner with Iheon. Maybe after eating, he could suggest a walk—an excuse to get some fresh air for the first time in a while.
“I’m going to go wash up.”
After bowing his head slightly to Ms. Ahn, who had been waiting to clean up, he headed toward the dressing room connected to the bathroom.
There were quite a few of his clothes hanging there now. Humming to himself, Heemin picked out an outfit, excited at the thought of going outside.
He stepped into the bathroom and thoroughly washed himself, letting the warm water run over him even after he had finished. Standing under the cascading water, his body gradually warmed, and the tension from last night melted away.
Like someone lost in thought while listening to rain tapping against a window, Heemin stood there, dazed, before suddenly recalling that there were no surveillance cameras in the bathroom.
‘......Should I practice in advance?’
Indeed, just as Dr. Hwang had said, in order to establish a relationship of trust with Cha Iheon and ensure that their first night together proceeded without issue, it was necessary to reduce the rejection Seo Heemin’s body had toward sexual desire.
Still, doing something like this with someone else’s body felt a little embarrassing...
Ms. Ahn was busy cleaning, and Kim Minseok was out, possibly collecting payments, leaving no one around to disturb him. If he didn’t take this chance now, another opportunity might not come easily. That hesitation kept creeping in.
‘Just a little. If it doesn’t work, I’ll stop.’
He was feeling fairly excited, his mood slightly lifted, and after a good night’s sleep, his condition was better than usual. It didn’t seem like a bad idea to take the plunge and give it a try.
This was all for Cha Iheon. It was just one of the necessary steps toward a happy ending—Seo Heemin repeated that to himself over and over as he adjusted the showerhead to the side.
‘This is really embarrassing.’
In reality, he had always used morning arousal to take care of his needs in a quick and efficient manner. He never knew when someone might knock on the bathroom door. But trying to deliberately set the mood on a lazy afternoon like this made him feel oddly self-conscious.
Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his palm around the soft organ. The size, the shape, even the texture and color—it was all the same, strangely familiar. If an emerald-green sink had come into view instead of the black fixtures, showerhead, and dark marble tiles, he might have been convinced he was back in the real world.
If only it were as big as a baseball bat like Cha Iheon’s—or at least the size of a large water bottle.
‘Seo Heemin’s’—which was also his own—was definitely above average, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a little disappointed.
“Mm...”
He focused on the friction, sliding the thin skin up and down. Rather than imagining someone naked or fantasizing about a lewd scene, he concentrated on the sensations in his hand.
But no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get aroused. Maybe it was because it had been so long—or maybe it was because this was ‘Seo Heemin’s’ body. Either way, it wasn’t working as he expected. He rubbed the shaft and tip the way he always had.
[Heemin.]
Just as he was about to give up, thinking it was pointless, a deep, resonant voice echoed clearly in his head. The image of Cha Iheon, carefully pressing a kiss onto his closed eyelids, surfaced in his mind like a vivid scene from a movie.
“Ah!”
Despite the lack of response to all his previous efforts, the moment he thought of Iheon, his body hardened instantly. Heemin looked down in horror at the erection standing straight up.
‘Why, why, why—why is this happening? Have I lost my mind?’
His face burned. The fact that ‘Seo Heemin’s’ unresponsive body had finally reacted was a welcome development, but to get turned on while thinking of someone who had his friend’s face? That was absolutely unacceptable.
‘My brain must be completely soaked in BL.’
At this point, the only way to advance their relationship was by sleeping with Cha Iheon. Of course, there was also the sympathy—the desire to help relieve his suffering.
It was clear now. The sheer urgency of needing to go through with it had led to this ridiculous situation.
‘Other Seo Heemin. You’re seriously asking for a scolding.’
He suffered a full-blown panic attack in front of Cha Iheon, yet now, in this situation, his body decided to respond? It was infuriating. What the hell was it trying to pull?
He let out a hollow chuckle, but at least he wasn’t completely devastated by this outcome.
The body and mind were connected—Dr. Eun-kyung had once said that. In the end, ‘Seo Heemin’ had feelings for Cha Iheon. Maybe that was why, regardless of Heemin’s own will, Iheon’s face had appeared in his mind just now.