Non Sugar High

Acting on a piece of advice, Cha Gyuhan decided to try his hand at keeping a journal.

Pumping iron came naturally to him; pushing a pen felt worlds away. Using his head? Why complicate things when staying in peak physical shape was all that mattered? That was the creed Cha Gyuhan had lived by his entire life.

And the reason a man like him was now plunged into the greatest crisis of his life…

[Don’t talk to me unless I talk to you first. I feel like beating the shit out of you.]

[Actually, nah. How about I just beat your ass before I go?]

It was all because of Gong Ji-o—his coworker and childhood best friend—who had flown into a rage after discovering that Gyuhan had slept with a man.

“Ah… I’m sorry. I had no idea you hated the thought of sleeping with a guy so much.”

Ji-o hastily shoved a cigarette between his lips, his hands trembling as he flicked the lighter. Flustered and growing increasingly anxious, Gyuhan scrambled to explain.

“Hey, Ji-o-ya. It’s really not what you think. It’s not like I was dating a guy or anything—we just hooked up a few times.”

Why on earth was Gong Ji-o so furious?

“What if working together isn’t the problem, but wanting to pin a friend beneath me is?”

Before Gyuhan could utter some headache-inducing nonsense, Ji-o beat him to the punch.

“Gyuhan-ah. Didn’t I tell you a moment ago that I was going to fuck you senseless?”

“Wh-what…?”

“Right. I figured you’d pass out and forget all about it. But don’t worry. Even if you black out again, you won’t be able to forget once you wake up with me still buried deep inside you. I might have missed the preview, but I’ll make damn sure you get a proper review.”