No Moral

He felt the other man flinch. Snapping to his senses, Yoonshin let go, but this time, Sehun grabbed Yoonshin’s hand. Their fingers hooked to each other awkwardly, locking together. Sehun pushed his fingers between Yoonshin’s and rolled his fingertips on the webs of Yoonshin’s hand.

“Senior Attorney?” Yoonshin, his face beet red, reflexively looked around for any people. They were in the corner, so as usual, there were very few people. Behind Sehun’s back, there was a young woman who had her laptop open, seemingly studying. They were a few seats apart, and she seemed to be listening to something, so she was unable to hear their conversation. However, Yoonshin thought it was risky to do this in their neighborhood.

Thinking that he needed to push the other away before the other could pick up on this suggestive atmosphere, Yoonshin twisted his hand. Strangely enough, he didn’t have the strength in his fingers to pull away.

Yoonshin squeaked in a barely audible voice, “Ngh, let me go now…”

“You’re the one who provoked me first,” Sehun replied.

Yoonshin wanted to argue that he did not but quickly stopped himself. Depending on the perspective, the totality of what Yoonshin did to Sehun’s fingers could suggest that. No, in some aspects, it was absolutely his fault. Thinking back on it, while he was concentrating on changing Sehun’s dressings, Sehun was studying him intently.

Yoonshin averted his gaze in astonishment and kept checking beyond Sehun’s shoulders. Noticing that he was being wary of something, Sehun also glanced back and let go, displeased. Yoonshin rubbed his wrist for no reason before clearing his throat. He took a sip of his warm coffee that the other ordered for him, but the taste was not what he expected.

His brows narrowed marginally as he complained, “Didn’t I ask you to order a hot café latte?”

Sehun savored his americano before he answered nonchalantly. Funnily enough, the yellow band on his finger looked good on him. “You did.”

“Then, what’s this strong taste of syrup?”

“Do you like it?”

“If I did, would I ask with this face? What’s with this way of bullying me? It’s so childish.”

“I like when kisses taste sweet.”

Yoonshin jumped and clamped his hand over Sehun’s mouth. Sehun glared questioningly at Yoonshin, prompting the younger man to slowly remove his hand. Before he backed away completely, he felt Sehun’s temperature on his forehead to double-check. The older man, who had overlooked the non-consensual contact the first time, didn’t do so the second time. He slapped away the younger man’s hand. “What are you doing? Don’t touch me.”

“That sounds like an emotionally charged response.”

“It’s not, and that’s why you’re not hurt. Think logically.”

“There are people around, but you’re pushing the boundaries, so I thought you might be feeling sick somewhere. If your mental state goes back and forth sometimes, then…”

Sehun clucked his tongue at Yoonshin. To clarify the situation, he leaned forward to whisper, “You might think it’s over when you take off your hand, but I keep wanting to touch you more. I warned you. I’m not used to being unable to control myself. If I lose control and start to undo your buttons right here and now, then you’re partly to blame. Nod if you understand.”

Sehun seemed to be saying that he didn’t know how fast they were moving, so if Yoonshin felt stressed by him doing this outside, then he shouldn’t be pressing his buttons. Yoonshin nodded, then he asked in pure curiosity, “What if I wanted to have a platonic relationship with you?”

“Then you best find another person.”

“Have you ever imagined sleeping with me? I’ve always wondered…”

“I’m imagining it even now.”

“What did you say?”

“You’ve been bare naked in my head since a while ago. And just now, I inserted myself in you.”