He’s a Fox Ch 66

Chapter 66

“You don’t remember what that was?”

“…No.”

Shrinking his shoulders, the fox answered in a small voice. Kangwoon’s face turned grave, and he pressed again.

“Since when? Don’t tell me—yesterday?”

“……”

“…Ha. No wonder you said nothing.”

The tiger sighed softly, rubbing his forehead. He closed the door firmly so no sound would escape and then perched on the edge of the bed, right beside Hohyun. The fox grew conscious of the space, or rather the lack of it. He twitched as though to scoot away—but a large hand pulled him in instead.

Awkward, limbs stiff, Hohyun suddenly found himself seated squarely in the tiger’s lap. Kangwoon showed no sign of letting him flee. Trapped, the fox sat rigid while the other began, steady and deliberate.

“You texted me last night. Remember that much?”

“…Yes.”

He nodded faintly. He had seen the gibberish message first thing this morning. From there, the one who remembered began recounting.

“It was late, and you weren’t coming back. I thought about calling—but then a message popped up. Problem was I couldn’t understand a word of it. So I called instead.”

“I saw that too.”

Even as they spoke, the fox fretted over the lap beneath him. For all his build, he was still a grown man—surely heavy. He tensed his legs to reduce weight, trying to hold himself up, when the tiger dropped the bomb.

“You said you couldn’t come home—asked me to come pick you up.”

“What?”

“And the moment we met, you confessed.”

“…What?!”

The revelation cracked him wide. Two people stood in that story—himself, and the one he confessed to. By elimination, the only culprit was himself. He—had drunkenly confessed to his employer. Not only called for rescue, but spilled his long-hidden heart.

Impossible. Unspeakable! His body sagged limp in shock. Enjoying the full weight pressed against him, the tiger smiled faintly, eyes crescent. The fox’s mind panicked nonetheless.

“I… I confessed? To you?!”

“Yes.”

“You mean—you? The boss?”

His repetition, as though desperately confirming, pinched a trace of irritation through the tiger’s gaze. Had he been in beast form, his tail would surely have whipped the air. Reading that, the fox quickly added, flustered:

“…There wasn’t anyone else, was there?”

“Of course not.”

Not a lie—simply the truth. The instant answer softened Kangwoon’s face again. Mischief glittered in golden irises.

“So. What do you suppose the result was?”

“…Uh.”

The fox thought back to every failed attempt at flirting. Surely doomed. But then—an absurd suspicion streaked across his mind, and his face drained white.

“…Don’t say… I—that I forced you?”

“…What?”

The tiger blinked, utterly floored. But Hohyun spoke with a seriousness beyond parody. The confession must have been rejected. Then, in despair or madness… I must have forced him…

He sat pale, trembling like a civilian who feared he had become criminal overnight. The tiger exhaled, exasperated. Enough of nonsense. He abruptly leaned down and bit the fox’s nose.

“Ack!!”

This time it hurt enough to water his eyes. While the fox whined, the tiger gestured broadly at his arm, flexing near the fox’s thigh.

“Look here. Do you see? Your leg and my arm are the same width. You think you could overpower me?”

Lips curled with mockery. Point made.

No crime had been committed. If he had been forced unwillingly, would he be holding him like this now? Would he not have poisoned his morning water, or delivered him straight to police?

The fox sagged with relief. Then the tiger added under breath, “So why am I like this with you now?”

Why, indeed. Unless—they were not “casual partners” but something more.

The fox’s head whirled with images, adult dramas, words like “physical relationship.” He squirmed in confusion. Seeing it, the tiger headbutted his forehead lightly with an irritated growl.

“Don’t overthink. Just answer: why d’you think I’d keep you here like this?”

“…D-does this mean… we’re dating?”

If it wasn’t coercion, and not meaningless body-use… could it be? Just a possibility—yet his eyes lit with desperate hope. The tiger tilted his head, amused.

“…What would you like it to be?”

Not a single denial. No rejection.

Percy’s dark eyes shone. He inhaled shaky air and answered in trembling voice:

“I… I’d like it… if we were.”

Like test answers, he laid it out—nervous paper offered. The tiger marked a circle with easy finality.

“Correct. That’s right.”

“…Hhhhk.”

“From last night—we’re together.”

“…Whaaa!”

His shout burst like fireworks, hands clutching his mouth. Questions buzzed like worker bees—what had been said? Why the plush dog gift? What exactly “from last night”?—but none made it past lips. Only squeals of joy.

His tail popped free, lashing wild, slapping so fast it blurred. Joyful tail, flushed cheeks, lips curved bright. The tiger leaned, regarding him, and brushed an innocent kiss onto the beauty mark beneath one eye.

The fox flinched, eyes flying open—to stare into warm yellow eyes only inches away. Heart thudded riot. The big cat chuckled low, and stamped mouth across his face again and again, until finally it found his lips. At first light, playful pecks—then longer, deeper. His lips were pried, parted, tongue smoothing inside.

This time the barbs were gone—the flesh soft. His tongue quivered at the gentle, silken stroke. Too good. Distressingly good. Forty-eight seconds since they’d labeled themselves lovers, and he was already drowning. He begged:

“S-sir—wai-wait, please—”

Yet even muffled, even with both palms pushing weakly at his cheeks, even squirming back—none stopped the tiger. The kiss grew, delved deeper, brushing, stroking. His lungs whistled through his nose.

Tongues tangled slow against one another—thick, pliant flesh pressing, sending shocks up spine. His tail flung madly. Fingers trailed his jaw, tipped his ear, stroked tender. He burst out an accidental laugh, cut swiftly when his palate was pressed raw. His laugh died into a whimper, eyelids squeezed shut, lashes trembling.

Dazed—smothered—floating.

Then from below, too vivid a reaction rose. Alarmed, the fox pushed hard against the tiger’s shoulders. The cat relented, withdrawing.

He bolted to the door, gasping.

“I-I’ll sleep in my own room tonight!!”

He fled before answer could catch him, slamming the door. Alone, chest rising ragged, he nearly collapsed.

Had it gone another instant—if he’d been less panicked, less guarded—they surely would have—Well. He could not. Not yet.

After all, it hadn’t been ten minutes since they had “begun dating.”

Heart hammering, breaths shallow, he stumbled back into his own room. Buried face into pillow, muffled laugh bubbled out. Foolish, childish, unstoppable.

Dream or not—please, don’t wake.

By next morning, shadows beneath his eyes proved true: he lay awake all night, too brimming to sleep.