A…wet dream…?!

The rain had fallen all night.

Outside, the city murmured in its sleep — the distant hum of traffic, the whisper of water against glass. But inside Linh’s small room, it was quiet. The silence wrapped around him like a blanket, thick and heavy.

He lay curled beneath the sheets, eyes closed, mind restless. Sleep never came easy anymore. Not with everything twisting in his chest. Not with Lee’s voice still echoing in his head.

“Come with me tonight. If things go wrong, I need someone I trust.”

“Don’t die on me.”

Linh exhaled shakily, turning onto his back. The warmth of the room clung to his skin, and the scent of rain drifted through the half-open window. Somewhere in the quiet, his thoughts began to slip.

And then he was dreaming.

Lee stood at the edge of the Orchid’s rooftop, the rain pouring down his sharp features. His black shirt clung to his skin, soaked through, revealing the lines of muscle beneath. He looked over his shoulder, and his eyes found Linh’s — dark, unreadable, but not cold.

Linh stepped closer. His own clothes were wet, heavy, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Lee. His presence. His gravity.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Lee said, but he didn’t move away.

“I can’t stay away,” Linh whispered, his voice strange in the dream, distant but full.

Lee’s jaw tightened. “This is dangerous.”

“I know,” Linh said, reaching up, fingers trembling. “But I don’t care.”

Their eyes locked — and then Lee closed the space between them.

The kiss wasn’t soft.

It was raw, urgent, full of everything unsaid. Lee’s mouth crashed into his like he’d been holding it in for years. Linh gasped against him, hands gripping the soaked fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more.

Lee's hands were rough and warm as they slid beneath Linh’s shirt, palms flat against his back, pulling him in like gravity itself. Linh arched into the touch, every nerve burning.

He felt everything too clearly — the heat of Lee’s breath, the scrape of stubble on his neck, the way Lee's hand moved down, slow, possessive. His body reacted before his mind could catch up. The dream blurred, heated, spun out of control.

Lee’s voice was low against his ear. “You want this?”

Linh nodded, breathless. “Only you.”

Then everything burned — skin against skin, bodies tangled, the rain falling around them like silver threads. Linh’s heart raced as Lee’s lips moved lower, his hands firm and claiming.

It felt so real.

Too real.

And then Linh woke up — heart pounding, skin damp, sheets twisted and clinging to his body. His breath came in shallow gasps, and for a long moment, he didn’t move.

The rain still whispered outside.

But inside, everything had changed.

He sat up slowly, dragging a hand through his hair, face flushed with heat and shame — or was it longing?

His chest ached with a mix of guilt and hunger. It had been a dream — just a dream — but it didn’t feel like one. It felt like something that had always been waiting under the surface.

He looked down at himself and muttered a curse, then swung his legs over the bed.

This can’t happen again, he told himself.

But part of him already knew — it would.

Because the truth was, he didn’t just want to protect Lee Jae-min.

He wanted him in every way.

And no dream, no matter how vivid, would ever be enough.

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***