《Temporary Stay (Part 1)》(30-Minute Full Version)

Nari arrived very late, his phone almost out of battery, the hotel address a blur in his mind—he had never saved it properly. The game starts tomorrow afternoon. The gay app became his last resort: he needed an extra bed, just for one night, and he would leave in the morning. A couple replied. They had a spare room. They didn’t ask why. He agreed. They were easygoing—the apartment was quiet, there was an extra mattress, and a late-night snack. He slept deeply. Morning came too fast. He put on his black jersey, team logo on his chest, ready to slip out and find the field. One of them approached from behind. A hand covered his mouth. Nari jerked violently, his voice muffled by the palm, lost his balance, and fell. When he woke again, the jersey was still on him. Everything else was gone. Wrists bound. Ankles bound. Fabric tight around his chest. That black jersey like a second skin, stretched taut over him, impossible to remove. Anxiety hit first—the match, the time, the wrong room, the wrong morning. Then fingertips found one nipple through the jersey, then the other. Slowly. Deliberately. Circling. Gently twisting, just enough to make the fabric whisper. His body reacted faster than he could. A sharp, uncontrollable tension. Heat rising beneath the black cloth. Breath caught against the hand still over his mouth. He told himself it was only fear. That pulse, that twitch, the way he strained against the restraints when teased—all just nerves, nothing more. Anxiety doing what anxiety does. They never asked if he still wanted to leave.