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Side Story Five — Only Tonight

The apartment felt eerily quiet without Ryu.

No soft baby sounds.

No toys scattered on the floor.

No gentle lullabies hummed under someone’s breath.

Just stillness.

And the electric buzz of longing that hung heavy in the air.

Ethan stood by the mirror, fussing with the collar of his shirt for the third time. It was nothing extravagant—just a sleek black button-up, sleeves rolled to his forearms—but he looked… different tonight.

Calm.

Striking.

Magnetic in that understated, commanding way Sangwoo always found himself drawn to, like a moth to a flame.

Behind him, Sangwoo leaned against the doorway, arms folded, his gaze unapologetically fixed on Ethan.

“…Are you done acting like you don’t know how irresistible you look?” Sangwoo murmured, his voice low and warm.

Ethan caught his eyes in the reflection, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“…Irresistible how?”

“…Like you’re about to unravel me completely and leave me aching for more.”

Ethan’s smile deepened, soft but charged.

“…You’re exaggerating.”

“…I’m in rut,” Sangwoo countered with a playful edge, stepping closer. “And your scent is pure temptation.”

Ethan let out a quiet chuckle, the sound rich and intimate, then turned to face him fully, his presence commanding even as an Omega.

“…You’re the one who started this,” he teased.

“…Started what?”

“…Going into rut just as my heat hits, driving me wild.”

Sangwoo sighed, a smirk tugging at his lips as his Alpha instincts stirred.

“…We’re a biological mess.”

“…We’re a beautiful disaster,” Ethan replied, his tone softer, eyes locking with Sangwoo’s.

They stood there for a heartbeat.

Not touching.

But the space between them pulsed with unspoken desire, a current too strong to ignore.

Sangwoo eased off the doorframe and crossed the room with deliberate slowness, stopping just close enough to feel Ethan’s warmth.

“…Feeling nervous?” he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.

Ethan tilted his head, considering, his gaze steady and intense.

“…Not nervous,” he said.

“…Just… hyperaware.”

Sangwoo’s lips curved into a tender smile.

“…Of what?”

“…Of every inch of you,” Ethan admitted, voice low and raw with feeling.

Sangwoo’s breath hitched slightly, the words stirring something deep within him. He reached out, fingers grazing Ethan’s wrist—soft at first—then intertwining with his hand, holding on like it was a lifeline.

“…You know,” Sangwoo whispered, “we used to have whole evenings to ourselves before Ryu.”

“…I remember every one.”

“…Dinners. Strolls. Pretending we fit into the ordinary world.”

“…We were never ordinary, love.”

“…True enough.”

They drifted to the couch together, drawn by an invisible thread. Sangwoo nestled closer, his shoulder pressed to Ethan’s chest, inhaling the familiar scent that always grounded him as an Alpha.

Except tonight, it didn’t soothe.

Tonight, it set his blood on fire, his need for his Omega burning through every nerve.

“…You’re so warm,” Sangwoo murmured, voice thick.

“…And you’re impossibly close,” Ethan teased, though his tone was laced with affection.

“…I’m in rut, indulge me.”

“…I’m in heat, indulge me too.”

Sangwoo let out a soft laugh, tilting his head back to meet Ethan’s gaze, his eyes shimmering with want.

“…You get so quiet when you’re like this,” he said gently.

“…Like what?”

“…Like you’re holding back a storm just for my sake.”

Ethan’s fingers brushed Sangwoo’s hair aside, lingering at the edge of his face with a tenderness that belied his dominant aura.

“…I am,” he confessed, voice a quiet growl of restraint.

Sangwoo’s expression melted with warmth.

“…You don’t need to,” he breathed, leaning into the touch.

“…I know, my heart.”

But Ethan didn’t pull away.

Didn’t retreat.

Just let his hand rest at Sangwoo’s jaw, thumb tracing the line of it with slow, reverent care. Sangwoo pressed into the contact, his body responding instinctively.

“…You’ve missed me,” Ethan said, a quiet certainty in his tone.

“…Always,” Sangwoo replied with a faint, loving scoff.

“…You’ve been watching me like a hawk for days.”

“…That’s how I show I care, darling.”

“…You pouted when I was folding clothes.”

“…You smelled too divine doing it, I couldn’t help myself.”

Ethan’s laugh was softer now, intimate, as Sangwoo’s gaze flickered to his lips, then back to his eyes, hunger mingling with tenderness.

“…We should go out,” Sangwoo whispered, though the words felt hollow.

“…That was the plan.”

“…We’re not leaving this place tonight.”

“…No, we’re not.”

They both felt the truth of it, a spark igniting into a slow-burning flame. Sangwoo reached up, fingers sliding along Ethan’s collar, not tugging—just holding, cherishing the connection.

“…We’ve earned this,” he murmured, voice raw with emotion.

Ethan’s hand slipped around his waist, drawing him near.

Steady. Anchoring. Warm.

“…We have,” he agreed softly.

Sangwoo’s voice dipped to a whisper.

“…Just tonight,” he said.

“…No chaos. No duties. No weight. Just us.”

Ethan nodded, his eyes dark with promise.

“…Just us, always.”

Sangwoo leaned in first.

The kiss wasn’t hurried.

Not frantic.

Just slow, deep, a reunion of souls after too long apart. Ethan’s hand cradled the back of Sangwoo’s neck, grounding him as the kiss grew heavier, filled with unspoken devotion, a quiet storm of passion.

When they parted, Sangwoo rested his forehead against Ethan’s, breaths mingling, hearts racing in sync.

“…We owe the babysitter the world,” he muttered with a faint smile.

“…I’ll make sure they know.”

“…You’re too pleased with yourself.”

“…I’ve waited weeks to have you like this.”

“…You’re impossible.”

“…And you adore it, my love.”

“…More than I should.”

Ethan pressed another lingering kiss to Sangwoo’s lips, then a softer one to his temple, a silent vow.

“…Come closer,” he whispered, voice a velvet command.

Sangwoo didn’t resist.

He melted into Ethan fully, letting himself be held, letting the world fade until it was just the two of them, wrapped in a cocoon of longing and safety.

But the heat between them was undeniable, a rising tide. Sangwoo’s hands slid up Ethan’s chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle beneath the fabric, while Ethan’s grip tightened on his hips, a silent plea for more.

“…I need you, Ethan,” Sangwoo breathed, his Alpha scent intensifying, rich and heady, calling to his mate.

“…I’m yours,” Ethan replied, voice low, submissive yet laced with that dominant edge that always drove Sangwoo to the brink.

They shed their barriers slowly, reverently, shirts slipping to the floor, skin brushing skin with electric tenderness. Sangwoo guided Ethan back against the couch, his Alpha presence commanding as he hovered over him, eyes drinking in the sight of his Omega—flushed, wanting, beautiful in his surrender. Ethan’s hands roamed Sangwoo’s back, pulling him closer, their bodies aligning with a shared hunger.

Sangwoo kissed down Ethan’s throat, tasting the warmth of his skin, the faint salt of desire, as Ethan tilted his head back with a soft gasp, yielding to his Alpha. Sangwoo’s fingers trailed lower, teasing at the waistband of Ethan’s pants before sliding them down, revealing the Omega’s aching need, slick already pooling, his body ready and open.

“…You’re perfect,” Sangwoo whispered, voice thick with adoration, as he freed himself, his Dick hard and heavy, the base already hinting at the knot to come.

Ethan’s eyes darkened with want, legs parting instinctively as Sangwoo settled between them, their breaths mingling. Sangwoo slicked his fingers with Ethan’s own wetness, easing them inside with slow, loving care, stretching him, preparing him with every gentle curl and thrust, drawing soft moans from Ethan’s lips.

“…Sangwoo, please,” Ethan murmured, voice trembling with need, hands clutching at Sangwoo’s shoulders.

“…I’ve got you, my love,” Sangwoo promised, aligning himself, the tip of his dick brushing against Ethan’s hole, teasing with aching slowness.

When he pushed in, it was with a tenderness that belied his Alpha strength, filling Ethan inch by inch, letting him feel every part of the connection. Ethan’s breath caught, a quiet whimper escaping as his body adjusted, welcoming Sangwoo deeper, their bond humming with shared heat. Sangwoo moved with deliberate rhythm, each thrust a declaration of love, his hands cradling Ethan’s face, their gazes locked.

“…You feel like home,” Sangwoo breathed, voice rough with emotion, as he angled himself to brush that spot inside Ethan that made him arch and gasp.

“…Don’t stop,” Ethan pleaded, legs wrapping around Sangwoo’s waist, pulling him closer, deeper.

Ethan led despite being the bottom.

The knot at Sangwoo’s base began to swell, catching slightly with each movement, a promise of unity. Ethan moaned softly, his body trembling as the knot stretched him further, locking them together in the most intimate embrace. Sangwoo slowed, rocking gently now, letting the knot bind them, his lips finding Ethan’s in a kiss that spoke of forever as waves of pleasure built between them.

“…I’m yours, always,” Sangwoo murmured against Ethan’s mouth, his knot pulsing as he neared his peak, filling Ethan with warmth.

“…Take me, all of me,” Ethan gasped, his own release crashing through him, body clenching around Sangwoo’s knot, drawing out every shudder of ecstasy.

Sangwoo followed, a low groan of devotion spilling from him as he spilled inside, the knot ensuring their connection, sealing their love in the heat of the moment. They stayed entwined, breaths ragged, hearts beating as one, Sangwoo’s weight a comforting shield over Ethan as they rode the afterglow, tied together in body and soul.

“…I’ll never get enough of you,” Sangwoo whispered, brushing a kiss to Ethan’s damp forehead.

“…Good, because I’m not letting you go,” Ethan replied, a tired, loving smile curving his lips.

Ethan asked for one more round, but Sangwoo’s stamina was that of an old man.

The night outside pressed on.

Cars hummed.

Lights danced.

The city lived.

Once is Enough

Tropes: gangster, cop/police, trauma, crime, action, yandere (sort-of)

When an ex-gangster convict, who wants nothing more than to move on and lead a quiet life as a florist, meets a corrupt hedonistic cop.

I’ve read this recently enough to not have to re-read it a second time just for this review because, what the heck did I just read right now? I truly only have one criticism for this manhwa and that’s the random whiplash 180 degrees change in genre at the end of season 1 that left me completely confused for next 3 seasons. This story started off as some gritty action story about a corrupt crooked cop (Nakwon) with an ex-gang leader (Mokhwa) whom he took advantage of and now has taken a liking to. It really committed to setting the scene for this - we’re talking about violence, sexual assault, kidnapping, tragic backstory and even more violence. There’s a mystery element with the looming threat of Mokhwa’s ex crime boss returning, and lots of action scenes in between. But then from season 2 onwards, it suddenly switched into some fluffy romance story with a 3-season chasing arc. We’re talking about cute interactions, swoon-worthy moments, celebrating holidays, romantic getaways, grand love gestures and just 3 seasons of Nakwon’s insane internal monologuing of how he has fallen in love and must now get Mokhwa to love him back. And I probably could have forgiven all of that if they had just circled back to the crime/gangster/action-mystery plot line, but they just never did. Mind you, I read this while it was still ongoing, and at every new chapter and every new season I was just anxiously waiting for the other shoe to drop. I honestly felt like I was going crazy being strung along for 100+ chapters being like: “ok, the ex crime boss is gonna come back the next season and ruin things” or “ok the angst is coming soon I can feel it”. But nothing happened, it truly just turned into some fluffy romance story.

And while some people could get on board with the sudden fluffy romance (I mean we all naturally want to, no one is really out here trying to actively seek out angst and pain), I simply couldn’t. It’s just a huge disservice to the world-building and the characters that have already been set up. There was a lot poured into the characterisation of Mokhwa and Nakwon at the start, and into the world they live in — their personalities, their backstories, their trauma and how everything got them to where they are. To then choose to ignore all that, and spend the next 3 seasons trying to write a chasing arc and character development arcs without addressing these aspects of their stories just didn’t make sense. To expect these characters to move on to a ‘honeymoon’ stage of their lives without having a proper conclusion to all the unsettled parts of their lives didn’t make sense, and it showed. It culminated in Nakwon’s redemption arc feeling completely undeserved, or at least requiring 3 whole seasons for it to be even remotely passable to the general reader. His redemption arc was just him incessantly pestering Mokhwa with cringe romantic gestures while non-stop internal monologuing about his tortured unrequited love until Mokhwa just kinda finally gave in? It felt drawn out yet jarring and out of place at the same time. And it was such a huge waste of potential because they could have done so much more with the material that they set up in the first season to get a much more fulfilling storyline. Nakwon could have thought he lost Mokhwa to the ex crime boss to make him realise that he was actually no different from the latter in the first place, or he could have been ruined by the ex crime boss (maybe get his job taken away) so that he could truly reach rock bottom and grow for his redemption. Mokhwa obviously should have had to face his ex crime boss head on in order to properly leave that world in his past and learn to put his self-worth in something new. Literally anything to conclude their stories before they moved on would have been better than what we got, and it would probably have only taken 1 season or less.

(this was literally on the last chapter i.e. still not resolved)

Does it fucking kill you too? Not anymore.