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“Ugh, wait a minute!”

He bumped into the wall with a thud. Haero was startled by the sound and opened his eyes wide.

He tried to push away the large body pressing against him to stop Yoon Moo-hwa, but he didn’t budge. Rather, he pushed in with twice the force of the slight push.

“V-voice!”

“You can’t hear it. The ship’s engine is so loud.”

“T-the door…!”

“No one can enter my room without permission. Open your mouth.”

On the ship, Yoon Moo-hwa transformed into someone accustomed to giving orders. He sighed when Haero tried to be stubborn. It wasn’t a sigh of giving up, but an almost threatening tone, asking if he was going to make him use force.

His thumb pressed down hard on Haero’s lips, and his finger caught in his small mouth. After forcing his mouth open, he lunged in and swept the inside of Haero’s mouth with his tongue.

Haero couldn’t come to his senses from the aggressive kiss.

It was as if he knew every nook and cranny of his mouth. As if it wasn’t his first visit, he familiarly rubbed the inside of Haero’s mouth.

Each time, Haero’s senses awakened. His tongue intertwined with Yoon Moo-hwa’s, and his teeth clashing against each other were all foreign and vivid, like newly formed organs.

Haero, who had squeezed his eyes shut and tried to endure this strange and bizarre sensation, was now actively responding to him. When Yoon Moo-hwa paused and gently rubbed his lips, Haero’s tongue chased after him. Yoon Moo-hwa’s formal hat had long fallen to the floor, and his hand caressed Haero’s hair as he pleased, but when his fingertips touched Haero’s wound, he paused at the heat.

It was Haero who urged the stopping hand.

“Again. Huh? More…”

The more Haero lost his mind, the more Yoon Moo-hwa regained his. Of course, that didn’t make him stop what he was doing. It just meant that he was now observing Haero’s appearance with a clear mind and reacting accordingly.

Yoon Moo-hwa felt the urge to take Haero’s hand between his legs, to his own dick, and make him touch it. Then, Haero would be surprised. Because it would feel like a sudden change after four years of separation.

He clearly didn’t remember anything in between. Besides the day he came to his house drunk, Yoon Moo-hwa occasionally visited Haero’s house alone. He had no choice but to go when he thought he couldn’t bear it and was about to make a truly decisive mistake and decision. And he turned back at the door.

In those moments, he betrayed himself and respected Haero every time.

All that patience was for today.

He didn’t know how happy he was that today had come. Yoon Moo-hwa couldn’t bear the thought that Haero might have already turned to someone else or moved on to another life.

“How is it? Do you like it?” Yoon Moo-hwa asked about his satisfaction like a narrow-minded lover. Even with just a kiss.

Haero looked blankly at Yoon Moo-hwa with excited eyes and nodded. His arms gently wrapped around Yoon Moo-hwa’s neck. One of the tricky techniques used by pirates is called ‘Siren’. It involves slightly shaking the radio waves to make the course change towards them. ‘Siren’ lures ships on the sea towards them with slightly shaken radar. Warships could deal with it by firing sonar, but merchant ships couldn’t stop it.

Haero was just like that technique. He was like the protagonist of the legend that the technique was named after. Haero could be pure, but he wasn’t just kind. Did he hate that? Of course not. Yoon Moo-hwa ran towards him knowing full well. Like someone who had come to find the legend with his own feet.

Yoon Moo-hwa, looking down at Haero, tilted his head as if possessed.

Their lips were close enough to touch again. Before he knew it, Yoon Moo-hwa had his hand on his tie. Just before the stiff, navy blue fabric came undone, his body became even more tense with excitement, and his shirt buttons were barely holding on.

“Captain.”

It was when Haero’s hand, also flushed and outstretched, grabbed the collar of Yoon Moo-hwa’s uniform jacket.

“Dinner is ready.”

It was the voice of the cook in charge of Yoon Moo-hwa’s meals.

Yoon Moo-hwa and Haero, who stopped breathing and looked at the door at the same time before looking back at each other, looked like teenagers on the verge of being caught by their parents while doing something bad. Haero was still young, so maybe not, but Yoon Moo-hwa was now very far from that time.

The suddenly disrupted tension was still neither loose nor taut, but hung over them, binding them together.

“No.” Yoon Moo-hwa replied in a husky, cracked voice.

“I’ll eat in a little while.” He muttered, looking at Haero’s cheeks, which were flushed red with embarrassment and a dazed surprise at what had just happened.

“The medical officer’s combat report isn’t finished yet.”

“Yes. Then I’ll come back later.”

“Why are you making it so complicated?” Haero chided in a small voice. 

Yoon Moo-hwa raised one eyebrow slightly and then lowered it. “Then should I tell him to open the door and come in now?”

“……”

He couldn’t tell him to do that. Haero also had eyes.

They were still in a state of excitement. Haero felt his face flushed with heat. He could also tell how excited he was from the heat and hardness that Yoon Moo-hwa occasionally pressed against his lower body.

Haero felt the same way. He had no intention of pretending to be demure.

But the situation was not easy.

“Are you backing down here? That’s ridiculous, Haero. Come here. Get even redder.”

“Wh-what?”

Haero was taken aback by the expression, unable to believe it had come from Yoon Moo-hwa’s mouth, and turned his head away. 

As a result, Yoon Moo-hwa, who had licked not the inside of Haero’s lips but the corner of his lips and cheek, frowned unhappily.

However, once the atmosphere was disrupted, it was not easy to recover. As if they had made up their minds to interfere, this time the exclusive communication line for captains within the fleet began to ring.

Haero flinched at the bang he heard from beside and behind him. It was the sound of Yoon Moo-hwa slamming his palm against the steel wall.

“Ha…”

His face, with a long sigh, was not visible. He had lowered his head.

Haero was at a loss in the narrowly confined space.

Yoon Moo-hwa didn’t know how scary people could be. If he kept approaching and provoking him like this, pushing him to an unusual degree, what did he think Haero would do? He had no fear. If he provoked him a little more, Haero would surely pounce on Yoon Moo-hwa, regardless of the captain’s line, and be forcibly discharged. To the captains, it would definitely look like Yoon Moo-hwa was being violently attacked.

Right now, Yoon Moo-hwa seemed a bit out of it. It must be because of the artificial eyes. If so, he had to endure it. He hadn’t come all this way to tarnish Yoon Moo-hwa’s reputation. He was as excited as if a fire had started in dry brush, but he had to endure it. Even if it was because of the artificial eyes, the fact that Yoon Moo-hwa had lost his reason to this extent and kissed him was satisfying enough for Haero to feel like he had received a reward. Enough to give him the freedom to wait a little longer.

“Good timing, right?” Haero asked in a voice mixed with excitement and pride at his surprisingly mature behavior. 

Yoon Moo-hwa looked at Haero with a dumbfounded expression.

Yoon Moo-hwa pressed and released his throbbing forehead, wondering if Haero really thought it was good timing.

Then, with a short “huff,” he tried to cool down the heat. He pulled on his tie, covered his crumpled shirt by buttoning up his uniform, and picked up his cap, dusting it off.

Wearing his cap, he looked truly calm. If it weren’t for the taut front of his pants. Perhaps it was fortunate that the communication line didn’t show the lower body.

“Yeah. If you say so.”

Yoon Moo-hwa stared intently at Haero from under the shadow of his cap before turning away. Only then did Haero breathe a sigh of relief, unaware that he had even sighed in relief.

“Have the medical officer treat the injuries well and leave now.”

Even as he gave the order, the communication line was ringing loudly.

As nonchalantly as he had replied, Haero knew he had to leave, but his feet wouldn’t move. He had maturely stepped back for his sake, but what was with that annoying attitude? He couldn’t understand the suddenly cold Yoon Moo-hwa at all. As if he hadn’t cooperated at all.

Why was he angry? He had endured it with the composure of a talent suitable for the military!

Haero put on his clothes in the order Yoon Moo-hwa had: tie, shirt, and uniform. Finally, he adjusted his cap, saluted, and turned sharply to leave the captain’s office.

As he stepped out the door, he heard the sound of the captain’s exclusive communication line being connected.

“Ah, I thought I’d be stepping on land for the first time in a while, but before the oil smell even fades, I’m back on board, and now it even smells rotten.” The helmsman joked. 

The armorer shrugged, saying he didn’t need to do any separate weight training since he had fired so many bullets.

All the scheduled combat training had been canceled. Instead, they were all mobilized to clean the ship. It wasn’t the usual level of cleaning; they were scrubbing and scraping every part of the ship with brushes and disinfectant. Then, seawater was splashed to wash the surfaces.

With seawater mixed with blood and filth splashing all over, the ship must have smelled terrible. Moreover, if left as it was, it could cause corrosion and attract other predatory seawater creatures.

In fact, training was better; this was just plain hard labor and even more dreadful. Perhaps the reason seawater became an object of hatred for the sailors was not because of its danger but because of this aftermath.

Haero also spent the entire day cleaning up the sewage and blood that had flowed into the infirmary along with the sailors. The medical officer was impressed by how vigorously he scrubbed. The source of his passionate scrubbing was his resentment towards Yoon Moo-hwa’s cold attitude.

He couldn’t understand Yoon Moo-hwa. He pushed him away like that, then rushed back like that…

Haero’s emotions were also fluctuating as much as the attitude of Yoon Moo-hwa he had seen. He was lost in sullen thoughts, then he was soon touching his lips again.

Overwhelmed by fatigue, Haero slipped out from between the officers who were conversing in low voices. As he passed through the corridor, which was lit only by red lights at night, he heard whispering voices beyond the forward storage. It was usually tightly closed, but today it seemed to be slightly open because of the disinfectant.

It was Miller. The whispered conversation was nothing special. But they were laughing at the end of every sentence, as if they were enjoying themselves. If it were a sailor, he would have left the room, so he should be punished, but he didn’t feel like checking and disturbing them. The ticklish voices contained an excited emotion that was hard to hear on the ship.

He stood still for a moment, listening to the sound, and soon the voices disappeared, and he heard a rustling sound. Haero’s body slowly began to heat up.