“Can’t you hear me?”“That won’t make it better.”Siwoo’s blunt reply made Raon frown. He wasn’t wrong—but that didn’t mean Raon liked hearing it.This is why he’s such a T. Raon sighed, shaking his head, eyes sliding away.“Would it kill you to just play along a little?”He hadn’t really meant it. Siwoo just looked so angry that Raon had joked to lighten the air. But the cold reaction stung more than he expected.“Hmm?”He hadn’t planned to whine, but Siwoo suddenly stopped walking.Raon looked up in confusion. Siwoo’s face was tight with seriousness.What, did I push him too far? Worried, Raon carefully searched his expression.“Hey…”“…Hoo.”“…!”Instead of snapping, Siwoo lifted Raon’s injured arm gently and blew a small breath over it.Raon blinked at him, startled.The sight of him doing it so earnestly—brows knit, lips pursed—made Raon want to laugh. His face looked impassive as always, but his ears were burning red again, and holding back the laugh became impossible.“You—ha—”“I’m not doing it again.”“No, wait—hah—it actually feels healed already.”Siwoo turned his head away in a huff, ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) and Raon, trying to calm him, raised a hand—then winced at the sting.“Ow.”“Told you I wasn’t doing it again.”Siwoo barked the words and gathered him up more firmly, speeding down the hall. The scenery blurred until Raon felt dizzy.“It’s not even that bad.”“Just stay still.”His wrist throbbed faintly, but a bit of ointment and a few days of rest would fix it. Still, seeing Siwoo act like he’d been struck by lightning, just like when Myunghun had slapped him, left him with a strange feeling.Even for a paired guide, Siwoo handled him like a glass figure about to shatter. Maybe it was just that he was young—too kind, too earnest. He really wasn’t like the other espers.Not that Raon minded. If anything, he found himself smiling helplessly.Soon they reached the infirmary. Luckily, it was daytime, and the healer espers on medical duty were in. Raon was treated immediately.“You’ve been getting hurt a lot lately, Guide Han Raon.”“Haha, seems that way.”Raon answered lightly, though tension crept through him. As the only S-rank Guide, he was treated like a national asset—every scrape drew scrutiny.Like with Myunghun, even telling the truth would be smoothed over by those above, but the medics could always tell if an injury came from an accident or something else. He felt their eyes on him constantly.“I’ll treat it this time, but if it happens again, I’ll have to report it to the Director.”“Yes, thank you.”The B-rank healer esper, Captain Lee Heeseong, gave the warning. Raon bowed quickly in response.Heeseong studied him for a moment. Raon rarely appeared in the infirmary—he avoided field work and training alike—so this was one of their few encounters. Still, Heeseong had heard plenty of rumors about him, and most weren’t flattering.Yet the person sitting here was polite, sensible, nothing like the gossip suggested. For a moment, Heeseong wondered if he’d mixed up the name.Besides, after the irregular Gate operation, people’s opinions had begun to change. They said even the prickly ones proved their worth when it mattered—that an S-rank really was different.Heeseong’s eyes swept over Raon’s face. Now that he looked closely, it wasn’t bad at all—actually, striking.And rumor had it a new guide team would soon deploy under Raon’s command. Healers were rare; even as a B-rank, securing a spot as his exclusive medic wouldn’t be a bad move. Guides, after all, got hurt easily.“Guide Han Raon,” Heeseong said.“Yes?”“I heard you’re forming a new team. Would you happen to need a combat medic?”“Hmm.”The sudden question caught Raon off guard.Guides often took healer espers into Gates since they were vulnerable in battle, and he had already considered that—had even chosen a candidate.Park Dasom, of course.She was the one most likely to reawaken as an S-rank healer esper during the next Gate.So this time, he hadn’t planned to add any medics. Bringing someone in only to replace them soon after would just be awkward for everyone.“Well, my paired esper’s quite capable, so…”“Still, wouldn’t it be worth considering?”“Haha, well…”Heeseong was surprisingly persistent. Raon, embarrassed, tried to pull his arm free. Even fixed in a brace, the medic’s grip was strong—B-rank or not, an esper was still an esper.As Raon struggled, Heeseong leaned in closer—and that was when it happened.Thud.“I believe the treatment’s finished.”Siwoo’s voice cracked the air. His palm slammed down on the table—not hard, apparently, but with enough S-rank strength to make the entire surface quake. Heeseong coughed, quickly releasing Raon’s arm.“Ahem… My apologies, Guide Han Raon.”“It’s fine. If I need assistance, I’ll make a request through the Center.”“Yes, of course.”There was no need to pick a fight with the medic. Raon smiled politely, his tone perfectly professional.“Let’s go, Siwoo.”“…Yes.”“…?”When he stood, Siwoo’s face was set in stone. Raon frowned, puzzled, but followed him out of the infirmary.“Mission’s over now, right? Should we head to the guiding room?”“Hyung.”“Mm?”That low voice made him flinch. He looked up, guilty for reasons he couldn’t explain.“What?”“…Are you planning to add that medic to the team?”“No? I was just being polite.”Raon rushed to clarify before Siwoo could misunderstand. The hard lines of Siwoo’s face eased slightly.“Then why not say no clearly instead of dodging it?”“I can’t just say that to his face. He got the hint.”“Still…”Siwoo grumbled, gripping Raon’s arm—the same one that had just been treated. Raon blinked at the sight of him still sulking.God, he’s actually cute.From the moment he’d blown on the wound, Raon had known he was in trouble. Now, seeing him jealous over another esper, the warmth pooled low in his stomach. He laid his hand over Siwoo’s.“So, Siwoo—were you jealous?”“I wasn’t.”“You sure? We’re officially paired now. Sounds a little like jealousy.”“I said no.”Siwoo shook his head vehemently, but the red tint creeping up his ears said otherwise.“Really?”“…Mm.”Raon leaned closer as he asked again. Siwoo flinched, his dark eyes dimming. Raon’s voice dropped to a murmur.“Should we go to the guiding room now?”“…Yeah.”Siwoo nodded, heavy and slow.***“Ah!”The moment the door burst open, Raon’s back hit the wall. Thankfully Siwoo’s arm braced behind him, but the sudden shock still tore a sound from his throat.“Mm—”Siwoo’s mouth pressed down over his before he could say more, his movements rougher and hungrier than usual. Raon’s hands rose instinctively to circle his neck.“Haa—mm.”The kiss was relentless. Not long ago, Siwoo had been stiff and hesitant, barely able to kiss him without trembling. Now all that shyness was gone.A hot tongue slid between Raon’s lips, licking deep. He still bit and tugged when he kissed, never resting, sweeping through Raon’s mouth until breath blurred thought.“Hah, mm—wait—”“No.”“Mmph—”The guiding room they’d entered was meant for contact or light mucosal guiding. Deep guiding wasn’t common anymore unless the Center ordered it or an emergency required it.But Siwoo was more wound up than Raon expected; their legs pressed against each other, friction rising. And Raon—he wasn’t exactly restraining himself either.Ah, to hell with it.Half-laughing inwardly, Raon pulled him closer by the neck. If the Center found out, Seokhyeon would scold him, nothing worse.“Mm—ah—”“Haa…”Between them, Raon’s wrist device beeped loudly, shrill and insistent.

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