By Zephyria The heat I thought would subside after washing my body with cold water remained. Ki Young-han, who had showered, came out of the bathroom dressed neatly. Yoon Ye-jun, standing by the refrigerator, turned his head as he sensed Ki Young-han’s presence. He spoke to Ki Young-han, who had just emerged from the bathroom.
“Why is the refrigerator always so full?”
Thank goodness, really.
Ki Young-han had been suffering all weekend, but he had visited his parents’ home on Sunday evening. He had only brought back side dishes, so he wondered if he had gone for nothing, but thanks to that, the refrigerator was more stocked than usual.
Although I was the one who always nagged my picky younger sibling, Ki Young-han wasn’t exactly someone who ate well either. Since he started living alone, he would always pack a large amount of side dishes whenever he visited his parents’ home. He only had two hands, but his mother would urge him to take more. He would insist, even if he couldn’t eat it all and would end up leaving it. To the point that even his younger sibling would be sent to bring him side dishes.
“Well…”
Ki Young-han fiddled with his hair, which he hadn’t fully dried, and moved to shove all the laundry he was holding into the basket next to the washing machine. Although he had invited himself over, he felt inexplicably embarrassed. His intentions were too obvious.
There was no way Yoon Ye-jun wouldn’t have noticed that. His insides felt twisted, as if his body were contorting. He had so many questions. Why did you come to school without telling me? You could have just texted. When did you come and wait? What would you have done if I hadn’t come out? He had wanted to ask all these things, but he managed to hold back. Instead, he changed the subject.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“Ah. What do you want to eat? I’ll order it for you.”
“No. It’s fine.”
Ki Young-han stood at the boundary between the kitchen and the living room. His body was still hot. He thought cold water would help, but it was useless. He felt even hotter. However, Ki Young-han pretended nothing was wrong. If he said, “I think I’m catching a cold. I have a fever,” Yoon Ye-jun would probably say, “Ah, then I’ll leave. Rest at home,” and leave pretending to be nice.
“Eat what we have at home. You said you don’t eat home-cooked meals much, right?”
When did I say that?
Yoon Ye-jun closed the refrigerator door and thought. Given that they had argued and fought the last time he visited, it must have been a few weeks ago, so he must have said it before then. Is my memory good, or… did he remember because he likes me? Once he acknowledged it, his thoughts kept veering in that direction. Ki Young-han likes me, but no, that’s your delusion? He didn’t have the disposition of a timid shojo manga protagonist, nor did he want to.
“Then, should I make some soup? You can watch TV.”
At Yoon Ye-jun’s words, Ki Young-han moved. He settled in the kitchen, not the living room. He pulled out a dining chair and sat there. He crossed one leg, leaning his upper body askew on the table, resting his chin on his hand, so he could see Yoon Ye-jun.
He’s seducing me.
Yoon Ye-jun thought that if one could define ‘seduction,’ it could be summarized by the single word ‘Ki Young-han.’ He wasn’t glaring with his eyes narrowed as usual, nor was he being sharp. His skin looked even whiter under his damp, dark brown hair, which had settled after his shower. He had a face that anyone would consider beautiful, but his sharp jawline, nose, and bone structure, along with his build, also gave him a distinctly masculine air.
His eyes slanted upwards like a fox’s, but his pupils were small in comparison, making him look cold. Ki Young-han spoke with a face as cold as ice.
“Wherever I am in my house, why are you giving me orders?”
Take it all back. Forget it. Yoon Ye-jun glared at Ki Young-han, who always spoke things in a twisted way even when he could have said them casually, but Ki Young-han looked away as if he hadn’t seen it.
Contrary to Yoon Ye-jun’s expectation that Ki Young-han would get bored and leave the kitchen soon, Ki Young-han stayed.
He fluttered around Yoon Ye-jun. Since they had kimchi at home and a piece of meat in the fridge, Yoon Ye-jun decided to make kimchi stew. Ki Young-han stood behind Yoon Ye-jun, who was busy cooking, glancing at him occasionally. When Yoon Ye-jun was chopping kimchi, Ki Young-han, despite having just showered, went to the sink and wet his hands, saying he needed to wash them.
Yoon Ye-jun honestly found it a bit bothersome and wondered why Ki Young-han was acting like this. But he soon concluded it was unavoidable. He likes me, so what? He must want to be by my side. He was like a pet seeking attention, but Yoon Ye-jun’s priority was the bubbling, bright red kimchi stew, so he put his attention aside.
Watching Yoon Ye-jun cook, Ki Young-han swallowed all the questions he had wanted to ask. Instead, he focused all his attention on Yoon Ye-jun’s long, slender fingers, which were skilled at cooking, the faint red burn marks that were barely distinguishable from his skin tone, his back, and the occasional look of “Why are you here?” with a slightly displeased expression.
It was Ki Young-han’s job to bring the side dishes and rice to the table and place the finished stew on the pot holder. He handed it to Yoon Ye-jun, saying, “You burned your hand holding something hot, why are you still doing this?”
After that, there was no special conversation. Ki Young-han occasionally glanced at Yoon Ye-jun. He was focused entirely on eating. Was it that delicious? It felt like the right time to ask casually. As he watched Yoon Ye-jun for a long time, Yoon Ye-jun looked up. Their eyes met, and Ki Young-han subtly began.
“When did you get here?”
“What?”
Yoon Ye-jun puffed out his cheeks. His mouth was smaller than usual because he was chewing food. Ki Young-han gazed at Yoon Ye-jun’s cheeks. He didn’t want to think he was cute, but he was. He looked like a brown-furred squirrel stuffing its mouth with food out of greed. A squirrel at 26 years old. His eyes must be going bad.
“To bring you an umbrella.”
Ki Young-han, trying not to show it, asked with an even more hardened expression. He placed his hand on his cheek. It was hot, like touching a heater due to his fever. Even so, his stiff expression was quite bothersome.
“Around 5:30. I needed to know when you finished to time it right.”
My class ended at 6, so he must have waited at least 30 minutes. He could have contacted me and asked before coming out.
“Why didn’t you send a message before coming? You could have sent one.”
“……”
“Did you come without telling me on purpose?”
“……”
“You might not have come out for me. What would you have done then?”
“……”
“Did you come to say thank you in person?”
“……”
“Are we going to kiss after dinner today? You can stay over too.”
Spinning. Ki Young-han felt his head spinning, but he asked. Once he started asking, it poured out like a floodgate. He had been dying to know but had held back, and if he had held back any longer, his head might have exploded. Ki Young-han’s voice was filled with a subtle anticipation. He didn’t even give Yoon Ye-jun a chance to reply.
Yoon Ye-jun, holding his spoon, watched Ki Young-han and silently lifted the corners of his mouth.
“Young-han.”
“Yes?”
“It’s obvious you’re excited.”
“……”
At those words, Ki Young-han, who had been chattering, pressed his lips together. He gripped the spoon in his hand tightly. Yoon Ye-jun maintained his smile and added one more thing.
“How did you manage to hold back from talking to me all this time?”
The last part was indeed meant to tease. As expected, Ki Young-han stopped moving. The spoon he was holding trembled. Ki Young-han was shaking. Who shakes so obviously when they can’t control their anger? Probably only Ki Young-han. Haha. Yoon Ye-jun finally burst out laughing.
He was certainly immature, and despite his rude way of speaking, he had a naive side. Everyone he had met before had felt like adults, predictable people, but Ki Young-han was someone entirely new.
Even so, once he acknowledged it, he kept seeing how Ki Young-han liked him, and he wondered how Ki Young-han would react if he told him he found that cute, if he would just tremble like that. In any case, it was funny.
“I came without telling you because I wanted to surprise you.”
“……”
“If you hadn’t come out long after 6, I probably would have called. If you had taken a taxi or driven, there was nothing I could do. I would have just gone home. A kiss… wasn’t that why I asked you to come over?”
Gulp. Ki Young-han swallowed dryly. Yoon Ye-jun, watching his Adam’s apple bob, returned his attention to the meal. The stir-fried dried shredded squid was delicious.
“…Yes.”
Ki Young-han said in a voice that sounded like he was about to cry. Yoon Ye-jun sat up straight, hearing a voice for the first time since Ki Young-han had confessed his feelings that night. Ki Young-han, his face flushed bright red, contorted his expression.
Perhaps revealing everything like this was better than playing hard to get, pushing and pulling, and questioning, Yoon Ye-jun thought, recalling his past relationships.
Did the umbrella Ki Young-han left behind soften my heart? Is a person’s heart just this fickle? Regardless, Yoon Ye-jun was in a rather docile state now.
Ki Young-han’s eyes scanned Yoon Ye-jun, who was sipping beer beside him.
Yoon Ye-jun looked as comfortable as if he were in his own home. The black shorts and short-sleeved t-shirt he had changed into after showering seemed to be his favorite, as they hung loosely on him, more so than usual. He had his legs up on the sofa, hugging his knees, and was watching television.
Every now and then, he would tilt his head back and take a swig of beer. Because of the oversized clothes, his lean body shape became more apparent whenever he moved.
Ki Young-han couldn’t focus on the program being broadcast. How could he? The person he liked was sitting beside him, defenseless, yet more comfortable and leisurely than anyone else, passing the time.
Yoon Ye-jun, as always, drank alcohol very well. I get bloated and full after just one can of beer and can’t drink much, but Yoon Ye-jun drank it like water. It had only been 20 minutes since he had eaten his fill and patted his full stomach, and he was already on his second can of beer.
Gulp, gulp. Yoon Ye-jun tilted his head back and drank his beer, then placed the can on the table. The empty can made a light clinking sound as it touched the table. Ki Young-han, hearing the sound, touched his temples and forehead with the back of his hand. His skin, which had been feeling hot as if boiling since earlier, was bothersome.
He also felt inexplicably sulky. No, he said we’d kiss. He said he’d stay over. What was he doing lounging on the sofa like he was visiting a friend’s house?
“……”
Ki Young-han glared at Yoon Ye-jun with eyes full of dissatisfaction. Yoon Ye-jun, having finished his beer and turned his head to stretch, felt Ki Young-han’s gaze and looked at him askance. Seeing the look that asked if he had something to say, Ki Young-han bit his lip.
Yoon Ye-jun’s eyes darted around silently. He seemed to understand. Why Ki Young-han was whimpering like a dog that needed to pee.
“Young-han.”
“Yes?”
“Come here.”
Yoon Ye-jun beckoned with his hand. Ki Young-han, who had been sitting with his legs crossed at the edge of the sofa, cursed Yoon Ye-jun in his mind. He wanted to snap back, asking why he was giving orders like a dog that comes when called and goes when told, but for now, he obediently walked over.
Thump. He sat down next to Yoon Ye-jun. As he looked at Yoon Ye-jun with a sullen expression, Yoon Ye-jun met his gaze.
“……”
“……”
As they stared at each other silently, Ki Young-han’s mind became chaotic. Why is he looking at me like that? Am I looking at him like that too? Why did he call me over and not say anything? Is he playing games again? He wanted to get angry, but he couldn’t speak, and he wanted to curse his own foolish mouth, but it wasn’t easy.
Ki Young-han finally managed to speak. Barely.
“Why did you call me over?”
“……”
“Why, after calling someone…”
Ki Young-han couldn’t finish his sentence. Yoon Ye-jun kissed him. Not just a kiss, but he grabbed Ki Young-han’s shoulders and pulled him closer. Ki Young-han’s eyes widened in surprise, then he shivered. But soon, he slowly pushed Yoon Ye-jun down and focused on the kiss. The taste of alcohol on Yoon Ye-jun’s tongue, which he hadn’t tasted in a while, was sharp, but the soft texture felt like eating jelly. In short, it was amazing.
Yoon Ye-jun, leaning his head back against the sofa armrest, felt Ki Young-han’s lips, which were pressing down on him and continuing the kiss urgently. It was hot and humid. His body pressing against his. The thumb and palm rubbing against the skin under his eyes, pressing down on the spot where he had a mole, were all hot.
Their tongues met, making a wet, smacking sound. Ki Young-han’s ragged breaths, unable to be controlled, touched Yoon Ye-jun’s skin.
Ki Young-han kneaded Yoon Ye-jun’s body as if he were dough. He gripped him from the back of his neck down to his lower back. He pulled his body roughly towards him. He thrust his tongue into Yoon Ye-jun’s throat, as if to probe it. He pulled at the base of Yoon Ye-jun’s tongue, stroking it. The air grew hot, and he felt like he was suffocating.
“Mph…!”
Yoon Ye-jun, feeling his breath cut off, pushed against Ki Young-han’s shoulder. He needed to breathe, didn’t he? But Ki Young-han only pulled him closer, even tighter. He supported Yoon Ye-jun’s back and pulled him down from where he was leaning his head against the sofa armrest.
Only after pushing him away several times was Yoon Ye-jun finally able to break free from Ki Young-han. Ki Young-han, biting his lip, had a fierce look in his eyes. He slowly closed and opened his eyes, filled with desire.
“Haa….”
Yoon Ye-jun caught his breath, which was jumping erratically, and Ki Young-han sat up. Then, he placed Yoon Ye-jun’s legs, which were lying still, onto his own thighs. He fumbled and caressed his lower body. Yoon Ye-jun watched the trembling fingertips of his rough movements.
Ki Young-han grabbed the waistband of Yoon Ye-jun’s pants and pulled them down. As he pulled them down along with his underwear, his half-erect genitals popped out with a thud.
Ki Young-han squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them. His head spun. He felt a headache as if he had spun dozens of times in place. But he couldn’t ignore what was in front of him. He decided to focus on what he was doing.
“Are you going to do it here?”
Yoon Ye-jun asked, but Ki Young-han didn’t answer. Why was he concentrating so much on just taking off pants? Yoon Ye-jun also helped Ki Young-han, who was helping him take off his pants and underwear without complaint. As his lower body was fully exposed, Ki Young-han caressed Yoon Ye-jun’s genitals and then placed his hand on his stomach, pulling up the t-shirt he was wearing to his chest.
His nipples, a beautiful color like ripe fruit, came into view. Ki Young-han immediately reached out. He carefully rubbed the small nipples with his fingers. Yoon Ye-jun flinched.
“Ki Young-han…”
It was too hot. Was he always this hot? Or was it because he was aroused? Ki Young-han glanced up, his eyes only, and didn’t answer. He slowly lowered his body. He buried his lips in Yoon Ye-jun’s nipples. Yoon Ye-jun embraced Ki Young-han’s head, which was sucking on the sensitive area with a slurping sound. He himself was equally hot.
“Hhh…”
With a low sigh, Yoon Ye-jun fumbled and moved his hand. He grabbed the waistband of Ki Young-han’s pants and pulled them down. Even as Ki Young-han obediently moved his body and helped pull them down, he continued to suck on Yoon Ye-jun’s nipples. A thick, wet sound was made. He worried they might swell up. He pressed his tongue against the nipple and lifted his head.
“……”
“……”
Their eyes met, and Yoon Ye-jun thought Ki Young-han’s eyes looked incredibly lustful today. And Yoon Ye-jun wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Ki Young-han, intending to kiss again, moved his lips from the nipples upwards, sucking on the skin of his upper body. As their intertwined positions became more comfortable, Yoon Ye-jun slipped his hand inside Ki Young-han’s underwear.
“Hoo…”
His genitals, too large to grasp with one hand, were held in his palm. Ki Young-han seemed to be very aroused. Yoon Ye-jun received the hot breath that was frantically sucking on his neck and caressed his genitals.
It’s hot….
He felt like he was melting in the heat. Is sex always like this? Lost in thought, he accepted his clumsy yet rough caresses.
“Ah… J-just a little more…”
Ki Young-han’s genitals, which were pushing into him, were white but aggressively throbbing with veins.
The closed inner wall was forced open, and Ki Young-han, gripping Yoon Ye-jun’s calves, pushed to insert himself. Yoon Ye-jun, with his legs spread wide beneath Ki Young-han, bent his knees.
“Relax… your… muscles.”
Ki Young-han gritted his molars and muttered fiercely. He was feeling the pain just as much. His head was spinning, and the world was making him dizzy. Even so, his lower half throbbed with the desire to cum, and Yoon Ye-jun beneath him, though in pain, couldn’t push him away. He could only clench his fists tightly and barely manage to scratch the sofa.
If I had been a little more skilled, it might have been alright.
Ki Young-han pulled back, then slowly began to penetrate again.
“Ugh… Ah, it hurts…”
Yoon Ye-jun panted, his breath laced with pain. He arched his back and tilted his head back. He raised his hands, which had been scratching the sofa, and barely managed to place them on Ki Young-han’s shoulder. His slender fingers caressed Ki Young-han’s hot torso. Cool down? Not a chance. Ki Young-han felt even more ablaze.
“Ah, Young-han…”
“Yes.”
Ki Young-han replied, his face contorted in a grimace. He had pulled back slightly, hoping Yoon Ye-jun would be more comfortable, but Yoon Ye-jun flinched. Then he stroked Ki Young-han’s shoulders and forearms.
“Just… just go in. That would be better.”
Yoon Ye-jun thought he was offering a solution, but Ki Young-han’s mood soured. How many people had he been with to console him so kindly and skillfully? He felt bad, but he couldn’t help it. This, too, was the original sin of falling for him.
Instead, Ki Young-han lowered his body. Yoon Ye-jun’s legs, which had been holding him, dropped. Yoon Ye-jun wrapped his legs around Ki Young-han’s waist, and Ki Young-han sank, fully bearing his weight, into him all at once.
“Ah…!”
Yoon Ye-jun squeezed his eyes shut tightly. Ki Young-han grabbed Yoon Ye-jun’s chin and kissed him. As he pulled his chin down, their lips parted naturally, and he slid his tongue between their teeth, mingling it with Yoon Ye-jun’s.
Ki Young-han slowly began to move his hips. Hoo, he exhaled deeply, pulling back, then thrusting in again with a thump. Slap, slap… The wet sounds mingled with Yoon Ye-jun’s moans.
“Ah, h-ah, j-just a little slower…”
“Hoo… Okay.”
Ki Young-han was dizzy. He couldn’t see clearly. He just thrust with brutal force, pushing towards the climax. He held Yoon Ye-jun, who was gripping his shoulders, digging his nails in, panting, and murmuring, “Just a little, slower, just a little, ah, ah…” He embraced Yoon Ye-jun, who merely swayed with his movements. He caressed his spine, thrust deep inside, and inhaled his breath.
“It’s tight… Ah, fuck…”
Thump, thump, thump, thump…!
Yoon Ye-jun received Ki Young-han’s rough, urgent movements, which felt like they would tear him apart. He felt so hot he thought he might melt. His entire body became slick and wet. It was strange. Yoon Ye-jun liked being brutally overpowered by Ki Young-han. But the heat was too much to ignore.
Yet, he embraced Ki Young-han, who was pouring all his strength into his thrusts. He pushed his hands into the back of Ki Young-han’s head, stroking his fine, soft hair, then slid his hands under his collar. His back was also hot. Could it be this hot…?
Only then did he realize something was wrong. Ki Young-han’s body was hotter than usual. He knew that much. They weren’t strangers who had just had their first physical contact.
“Hut… Ah, wait… Young… Young-han.”
Yoon Ye-jun called out Ki Young-han’s name cautiously. Ki Young-han thrust one more time. Yoon Ye-jun felt his lower abdomen fill completely, a foreign sensation rising in his throat, making him gag.
“Ugh…!”
Yoon Ye-jun barely managed to place his hand on Ki Young-han’s chest. Ki Young-han met his gaze, his lips pressed together. Even as he received Ki Young-han’s unsolicited penetration, Yoon Ye-jun observed Ki Young-han’s condition. His lips were red from being bitten multiple times, his hair was damp, his eyes were unfocused and drifting, and there was… cold sweat…
Cold sweat?
“……”
Yoon Ye-jun cupped Ki Young-han’s cheeks with his hands. Ki Young-han, liking the cool sensation, tried to subtly rub his cheek against Yoon Ye-jun’s palm, but Yoon Ye-jun saw it all.
He slowly raised his hand and placed it on Ki Young-han’s forehead. It was burning hot.
Could it be because he got caught in the rain earlier?
“Are you sick?”
“…Hoo, no.”
Ki Young-han pushed Yoon Ye-jun’s hand away and rubbed his lips against Yoon Ye-jun’s nipple. He nibbled gently with his lips, then licked it with his tongue. No. This is strange. Yoon Ye-jun looked at Ki Young-han, who was caressing him as if to seduce him, with suspicion, and finally pushed himself up, bracing his hands on the sofa behind him.
His shaft, which had been inside, came out. Thump, his shaft rubbed against the inside of his wet groin.
At his movement, Ki Young-han slowly sat up as well. His slick, wet genitals dripped pre-cum. Yoon Ye-jun glanced down at his own genitals. His were the same, but what was the problem with that? He placed a hand on Ki Young-han’s cheek, lightly touched his lips, then pulled away. They rubbed their cheeks together, then pressed their foreheads together.
“……”
“……”
Ki Young-han subtly averted his gaze.
“You knew you had a fever, right?”
“I didn’t.”
Ki Young-han replied without meeting his eyes.
“If you don’t tell me properly…”
“No, it felt a little warm, but I didn’t know I had a fever.”
“Sigh.”
An uncontrollable sigh escaped Yoon Ye-jun’s lips. Was he raising a child or a dog? He wasn’t an idiot; he must have known. Was it pride that prevented him from admitting he was sick, or was it just the desire for this act that made him keep quiet?
Yoon Ye-jun got off the sofa. He then pulled out several tissues from the table and wiped Ki Young-han’s genitals.
“What are you doing?”
Ki Young-han raised his voice. But he soon had to catch his breath. As Yoon Ye-jun stroked Ki Young-han’s genitals as if masturbating him, his groin trembled, and he ejaculated. Yoon Ye-jun wiped Ki Young-han’s semen with the tissue. His own lower half was the same, but since they were going to wash anyway, he could deal with it then.
“You’re sick, so what are you doing? Let’s go to bed.”
“No, it’s just a slight fever. Don’t overreact.”
“……”
“I’m really fine, I tell you.”
Ki Young-han wanted to change the subject somehow. He was sure Yoon Ye-jun would just lay him down and leave. That’s why he didn’t want to say anything, but Yoon Ye-jun was too perceptive.
Yoon Ye-jun grabbed Ki Young-han’s wrist. Ki Young-han scowled, his cheeks flushed red. His fair skin made the heat rash even more visible.
Yoon Ye-jun slowly moved his hand down his wrist to his hand, then interlaced their fingers. Ki Young-han’s knuckles were tense. Ki Young-han wouldn’t leave just because he said this, but he wanted to try saying it at least.
“Let’s go to bed, Young-han.”
The stubborn general, who had been simmering with anger, meekly got up at the soothing voice.
Ki Young-han lay in bed under the covers, and Yoon Ye-jun, having washed up, sat beside him.
“Fever reducer?”
“Don’t have any.”
It was 11 PM. Pharmacies were already closed, so they would have to rely on whatever they could find at a convenience store. Would convenience stores have fever reducers? Yoon Ye-jun searched on his mobile phone. Fortunately, they sold them. Ki Young-han had followed him obediently to the bedroom, but despite Yoon Ye-jun taking care of him, his face was etched with petulance.
Why are you sulking? I’m the one who has to nurse you instead of finishing.
“Still…”
“……”
“It’s good you ate, though. You just need to take the medicine.”
Yoon Ye-jun ignored the sulky expression and spoke kindly, as he always did, but Ki Young-han scowled. What else could he possibly be unhappy about? However, he couldn’t get angry at someone who was sick, so he pretended not to notice for now.
Speaking of which, he should probably go buy the medicine soon…
“Young-han.”
“So what?”
“This is really…”
If he kept grumbling like this, Yoon Ye-jun couldn’t help but become a little sharp. If he was going to cut him off halfway, drag him to bed, and then complain about not satisfying his own desires, that was just unreasonable.
“Are you upset because I stopped you?”
“Do you see me as someone blinded by lust?”
Ki Young-han, despite his groans, had a sharp tongue.
“Then why are you like this?”
Yoon Ye-jun asked as he tidied the blankets. Ki Young-han hesitated. Yoon Ye-jun, unable to predict what would come out of his mouth, felt a sense of tension.
“If I say I’m sick…”
“……”
“You’ll leave.”
Ki Young-han cut to the chase. Yoon Ye-jun paused at the unexpected words. He looked at Ki Young-han, his cheeks and ears flushed red. It was impossible to tell if it was a heat rash or shyness. It was true. If Ki Young-han had known he had a fever from the start, he would have been considerate and left long ago.
Ki Young-han was still an unpredictable person to him, but Ki Young-han was reading his patterns. He might be a predictable person, but the feeling was strange. The fact that Ki Young-han, who seemed to have no interest in anyone, was reading his actions.
“You don’t have to leave?”
“Yes, and don’t pretend to be nice just because I’m sick…”
“……”
“Just stay by my side.”
Is he doing this on purpose?
Yoon Ye-jun looked down at Ki Young-han, who was muttering to himself with his eyes closed. His voice, usually sharp like a needle pricking people, was slower than usual and husky. Ki Young-han, sick, was a new sight. While being forced into the role of a caregiver was bewildering, him being quiet wasn’t so bad.
And the biggest problem was…
“Sleep in the bed with me.”
“……”
“If you’re hot, turn on the Air conditioner…”
Ki Young-han, whining, looked quite cute. He had never encountered anyone who acted childish or whiny among his preferences. Yoon Ye-jun unconsciously put on a sullen expression. The cuteness was unsettling, yet not entirely unpleasant.
“But what can I do, Young-han?”
Ki Young-han, who had been muttering as if in a daze, opened his eyes with a scowl. Oh dear, he looked like he was about to die of sleepiness. What were they going to do like this? Yoon Ye-jun said with a smile playing on his lips.
“I think I have to go.”
“No, you said you weren’t going to your part-time job. And…”
“I have to buy medicine. You said you were sick.”
Ki Young-han let out a deep sigh. It was obvious he was teasing, but Ki Young-han couldn’t say anything back, which meant he must really be sick. He’d probably be asleep by the time he got back from the convenience store.
“Give me the Password. For the first floor and the house.”
Ki Young-han slowly recited the passwords. For the first floor, it was just the house number with ’88’ appended, and the house password was 12212349. Could he really live with such simple passwords? Yoon Ye-jun got up from the bed.
Ki Young-han tightly closed and then opened his eyes. His lips were pouting. He was probably the sulkiest person among those with a cold. Yoon Ye-jun found the sight both amusing and cute.
“You have to come home.”
“Afraid I’ll run away?”
“Don’t forget… that I’m sick.”
He even managed to threaten him in this state. In the end, Yoon Ye-jun bit his lip and chuckled.
Yoon Ye-jun quickly bought a fever reducer and an energy drink from the convenience store and returned home. It was quiet, not just in the living room, but also in the bedroom where Ki Young-han was sleeping. Only faint breaths could be heard. He had smoked a cigarette outside the house and gone to the convenience store, so he couldn’t have been gone for more than 10 minutes, yet Ki Young-han was already fast asleep.
Yoon Ye-jun put the drink in the refrigerator, washed his hands, and took the pills and a cup of water into the bedroom. He stood by the bed and looked down at Ki Young-han, buried in the covers and asleep. Asleep, Ki Young-han was more docile than ever. As for his face, well, what could be said?
“Ki Young-han, wake up.”
Yoon Ye-jun shook Ki Young-han awake. He felt bad waking him from his sleep, but he decided it was better for him to take the fever reducer and sleep.
Ki Young-han soon woke up with a groggy expression, his face contorting into a frown before he lifted his heavy eyelids. Yoon Ye-jun handed him the cup of water and the pill in his hand. Ki Young-han leaned back against the headboard.
“……”
“Take your medicine.”
Ki Young-han obediently took the medicine. Whether he was drowsy from sleep or his fever had worsened, he looked dazed, like a drunk person. As he took the pill and swallowed the water, his Adam’s apple bobbed. Yoon Ye-jun watched him for a moment, then took the cup back and placed it on the nightstand. Ki Young-han’s eyes were half-closed, blinking slowly several times.
“I’m sleepy.”
Ki Young-han said in a low, subdued voice.
“Sleep more.”
Yoon Ye-jun replied casually. Ki Young-han lay back down, having propped himself up. Yoon Ye-jun just watched him blankly. Soon, Ki Young-han lifted the covers. It didn’t take long to understand the meaning.
“Lie down.”
“Me too?”
“You said you weren’t leaving.”
“What if I catch your cold?”
“Wow… Who is this for…?”
“Because of me?”
“……”
“Did you get sick because of the rain?”
Yoon Ye-jun asked, half-believing, but no answer came. The reason he caught a cold was because he lent Yoon Ye-jun his umbrella and got wet. Yoon Ye-jun was taken aback for a different reason. Although he himself was embarrassed and didn’t want to say it, he must have blurted it out in the end. Yoon Ye-jun couldn’t treat someone who caught a cold because of him harshly, so he lay down under the covers Ki Young-han had lifted.
Even in his dazed state, Ki Young-han turned to face Yoon Ye-jun. He casually reached out and touched Yoon Ye-jun’s arm. Yoon Ye-jun felt Ki Young-han’s lukewarm gaze.
“Why are you touching me?”
As he asked, as usual, Ki Young-han buried his face in the covers. He peeked out only with his eyes, looking at Yoon Ye-jun. He certainly looked different when he showed his vulnerable side. Ki Young-han, who always seemed so fierce, now had a dejected look in his eyes.
“Are you doing this on purpose?”
When asked, a petulant voice finally returned.
“Doing what?”
“Never mind.”
After that, they just lay facing each other.
Lying there in silence, facing each other, felt a little strange. Why did he like him? He wasn’t affectionate, nor did he accept his personality completely. There were plenty of people like him in the world. He probably wasn’t attracted to men like he felt when he first saw him. Yoon Ye-jun thought as he looked at Ki Young-han, who was gazing at him intently without any conversation.
“……”
Ki Young-han seemed to have something to say, so he lowered the covers and his lips moved. He licked his lips, which he had been sucking on moments ago. Yoon Ye-jun waited for the words to come from the hesitant Ki Young-han.
“I have something I want to ask.”
“What?”
“Do you treat everyone well?”
Again, an unexpected question.
Yoon Ye-jun had nothing to say.
Ki Young-han continued speaking in his still petulant voice.
“Anyone, if I tell you not to go, you don’t go, and you buy me medicine, is that it?”
Perhaps because it was late at night, or because he was sick, Ki Young-han’s husky voice blended well with the darkness. Now that he asked so frankly, Yoon Ye-jun answered just as honestly.
“No.”
“……”
“This is the first time I’ve nursed someone.”
Was this even considered nursing? He hadn’t cooked him food, and he had only given him medicine. He felt like he was making a fuss over nothing. Feeling awkward, Yoon Ye-jun cleared his throat unnecessarily. Ahem. He would have no defense if Ki Young-han shot back, asking if this was even considered nursing.
“……”
However, Ki Young-han pulled the covers up and buried his face. Like before, only his eyes were visible. His eyelashes fluttered, and then he closed his eyes.
“Originally…”
“……”
“Is this what you do when you like someone? It’s annoying.”
It’s annoying but I like it, and I like it but it’s annoying. Ki Young-han’s feelings were as inscrutable to him as ever. Having lived with a deeply twisted disposition, facing emotions directly made it even more agonizing. He exhaled deeply. It was unclear if his breathing was labored due to the fever or because Yoon Ye-jun was nursing him for the first time.
I want to date. I want to date Yoon Ye-jun. Not just him liking me, but I want Yoon Ye-jun to like me too. Not just find me cute. I want him to feel excited and fluttery because he likes me. Was all this also greed?
Ki Young-han tapped his foot on the stepping stones of his newly budding feelings, but he was afraid to cross. If Yoon Ye-jun were standing at the end of the stepping stones, he would stride across with big steps.
“Young-han.”
With his eyes closed, Yoon Ye-jun’s gentle voice felt even more provocative. Ki Young-han did not answer. Yoon Ye-jun added,
“Look at me.”
Ki Young-han raised his head without grumbling. He told himself it was because he was out of his mind with fever, wasn’t he sweating profusely after taking the fever reducer? He was probably still like that now.
“You’re really cute.”
Yoon Ye-jun kissed Ki Young-han’s lips. Smack, the sound was brief before he pulled away. Ki Young-han didn’t know why he felt like he was about to explode, even though he wasn’t a teapot. It was torment.
Yoon Ye-jun was clearly playing with him. Now that he had confessed his feelings, Yoon Ye-jun was teasing him, wasn’t he? Ki Young-han felt like an idiot, but still…
“Get well soon.”
“Why?”
“I can’t have sex with someone who’s sick.”
“…I’m fine, though.”
“I’m not someone who can’t read the situation like that.”
He liked even this part of him.
Yoon Ye-jun spoke in a sly, playful voice, and Ki Young-han twisted his body, burying his face in the pillow. He had been grumbling to himself, but Yoon Ye-jun couldn’t hear him.
“What did you say?”
When asked again, Ki Young-han shot his head up.
“Ah, I said I’ll be better by tomorrow.”
Even though it was a wide bed, not the old, narrow one in his shared apartment, he should have slept well, but Yoon Ye-jun woke up in the early morning. As May drew to a close, the days had grown longer. What time was it? He reached for the nightstand and checked his mobile phone. It wasn’t even 6 AM.
“…….”
He put the mobile phone back down and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. Blinking. Even after closing his eyes deeply and opening them again, sleep wouldn’t come. He had gone to bed early, though. He had fallen asleep with Ki Young-han before midnight, so waking up early was unavoidable.
He had slept early for the first time in a while. He usually went to bed after 1 AM, like most university students. He slept even later when he had part-time jobs, assignments, or during exam periods. He had gone to bed early yesterday, but his body felt stiff.
Yoon Ye-jun turned over and lay facing Ki Young-han. Ki Young-han was sleeping with his body turned towards him. He slept quietly, without making any noise. Even in his sleep, his brow was slightly furrowed. He was full of complaints even in his subconscious. Yoon Ye-jun pressed Ki Young-han’s frown without thinking. He hadn’t expected him to wake up. He was sleeping so soundly.
“…….”
“…Ah, you startled me.”
However, as soon as Yoon Ye-jun’s finger touched between his eyebrows, Ki Young-han’s eyes snapped open. Yoon Ye-jun, startled in turn, spoke in a hoarse voice. Perhaps because he had just woken up, Ki Young-han’s eyes looked fiercer. He rubbed his eyes with his hand and said,
“What is it?”
It was unclear whether he was just asking or if there was annoyance in his voice. Yoon Ye-jun glanced at Ki Young-han and replied,
“You were frowning in your sleep.”
“None of your business.”
Ki Young-han yawned softly after speaking. Yoon Ye-jun adjusted his position, not intending to reply to his curt remark. He felt awkward lying facing him, and also a bit awkward staring at the ceiling, so he intended to turn his back to Ki Young-han. But before he could even turn, Ki Young-han held him, and he ended up being held in his arms in an awkward position.
Yoon Ye-jun wriggled like a caterpillar, moving his body to lie facing Ki Young-han’s chest. He could feel Ki Young-han’s arm stiffen. It was funny, really.
“You said it’s none of my business, so why are you hugging me?”
“I’m a patient.”
Playing the victim again. His fever seemed to have gone down long ago.
Yoon Ye-jun idled away the time in Ki Young-han’s arms, whose body temperature had significantly cooled compared to just a few hours ago. He was certainly big. It was funny how awkward he felt.
Yoon Ye-jun raised his hand and placed it on Ki Young-han’s forehead. Was it the effect of the fever reducer, or was the fever not severe enough to lead to a cold? His temperature was normal. Ki Young-han stared intently at Yoon Ye-jun touching his forehead, then closed his eyes.
“You don’t have a fever.”
“…….”
“Where else would you find someone like me? Coming to my house, buying me medicine. And staying over in case something happens.”
He hadn’t intended to brag about buying him medicine, but it had turned out that way. Ki Young-han, whose upper lip twitched, slowly opened his mouth. He tightened his grip on Yoon Ye-jun’s back, pulling him closer.
“Next time….”
“Yeah.”
“If you’re sick… I guess I’ll buy you some porridge.”
It was obvious he was hesitating, unable to say he would take care of him. Yoon Ye-jun let out a soft chuckle and relaxed his body. The awkward position then became a little more comfortable.
Seeing himself and Ki Young-han having a rather comfortable conversation without arguing, he suddenly had a thought. If he were to date Ki Young-han, they might not bicker as much as he expected. Ki Young-han was someone who couldn’t hide his emotions and showed them all. He also seemed like the type to yield a lot. Maybe it could be quite fun.
Yoon Ye-jun twisted his body. As he pulled his upper body back, Ki Young-han’s face, with his eyes closed, came into view. He was lying in an awkward position, not only because he was sharing the wide bed with someone next to him but also because he was hugging him, which was unusual. Despite this, he kept his eyes closed neatly. As if he had just woken up, the muscles in his brow tensed up in an instant.
Yoon Ye-jun cautiously called out Ki Young-han’s name.
“Young-han.”
“…What is it?”
He slowly opened his eyes. Ki Young-han’s pupils were like the early dawn. A light that could be described as neither bright nor dark. His voice, as he answered, was still heavy with sleep.
“What was it like when you dated?”
“Why are you asking that kind of thing? It’s annoying.”
“…Right.”
He asks me why I’m asking, and then he’s like that.
Yoon Ye-jun cursed Ki Young-han only in his mind.
Soon, it wasn’t him who spoke. It was Ki Young-han.
“Then how did you date?”
“…….”
“Like, if I told you not to go, you wouldn’t go… and if I told you to stay over, you would… was it like that?”
Even though he asked why I was asking about that kind of thing, he’s subtly probing. Even though it was an obvious tactic, Yoon Ye-jun had no intention of answering. Instead, he replied in the same way.
“Why are you asking that kind of thing? It’s annoying.”
Then Ki Young-han immediately fell silent. He was so simple. Soon, a grumbling voice returned.
“I asked because you asked. I’m not even curious about that kind of thing.”
Ki Young-han’s speech was laced with “you” and “hey.” When they first met, he had even stiffly called him “Mr. Yoon Ye-jun,” but even then, his basic address was “you.” He had never expected him to be affectionate, but he didn’t like being called by such stiff terms even now, when they had a comfortable relationship.
“Hyung?” It didn’t suit him.
“Sunbae.” He thought he had said that’s how people usually called him, but he had never actually heard it. Still, this might sound kind of cute.
Yoon Ye-jun fiddled with the hem of Ki Young-han’s shirt.
“When are you going to call me Sunbae?”
“Call you what?”
“You said you’d call me Sunbae, but you always say ‘What about you?'”
“…….”
“Call me something cute, not stiff.”
He just said what came to his mind, but he sounded like a sly, perverted old man.
Yoon Ye-jun felt awkward and glanced at Ki Young-han. As expected, Ki Young-han glared at Yoon Ye-jun. What is it now? Yoon Ye-jun pretended not to notice his awkwardness and met his gaze. Ki Young-han then pursed his lips to himself, pushed Yoon Ye-jun, who was in his arms, away a little, and turned his back.
Yoon Ye-jun, who was unceremoniously pushed to the edge of the bed, grabbed a pillow, put it under his head, and asked,
“Going to sleep?”
“Yes.”
Perhaps because they had been hugging just moments ago, being left alone felt a little empty.
Yoon Ye-jun stirred the porridge he had carefully cooked on the gas stove, thinking of Ki Young-han.
‘I like you.’
He sometimes recalled the confession Ki Young-han had struggled to utter. That moment when he confessed to him in a choked voice that was hard to hear normally. While the moment of receiving a confession, with fireworks bursting, might be very romantic, he had been too preoccupied at the time.
Until then, Ki Young-han had been a subject of curiosity for Yoon Ye-jun, someone he wanted to research: ‘Why does he always talk like that?’, ‘Why does he act like that?’, ‘What is he thinking?’ So, after receiving the confession and seeing Ki Young-han gradually change and show new sides, Yoon Ye-jun’s feelings began to shift.
It was honestly cute and funny to see Ki Young-han, who usually acted like a mad dog, become so docile. And… it was also fascinating to see how people change when they like someone. It’s inevitable for a person, isn’t it? It felt very strange for someone to change because of him.
Maybe he should ask him out on a date.
Even though the two of them met once or twice a week for what felt like dates, a formal one would feel different.
He hadn’t rejected him at the place where he confessed, so there was still room for possibility. With less than a month left until the semester ended, he could meet him a few times and then ask him to be his boyfriend around then.
Dating. And with Ki Young-han.
Yoon Ye-jun stopped stirring the pot with the ladle. It didn’t fit. Ki Young-han, dating, and himself caught in the middle.
“…Am I just getting ahead of myself?”
Yoon Ye-jun tilted his head, scooped some porridge with the ladle, and put it on a small plate to taste. It seemed a little bland, so he added a little more salt and finally drizzled sesame oil in a circle.
Ki Young-han’s fever had gone down, and he didn’t seem to have caught a cold, but since he had been suffering until the day before, he could still make him porridge. It was also good for a light meal.
He divided the porridge into two bowls and served the side dishes from the refrigerator onto the table. Just as he was finishing the meal preparations, the bedroom door opened, and Ki Young-han appeared.
His sulky face was the same whether he was sleeping, just waking up, or in everyday life. It would be strange and unfitting for him to act affectionately with that face. Anyway.
“You’re up? Just wash your face and come out. Let’s eat.”
Ki Young-han stood at the boundary between the bedroom and the living room, standing with one leg. Yoon Ye-jun, who had moved the bowls of porridge to the table without much thought, tilted his head upon seeing Ki Young-han’s strange behavior.
“…What are you doing? I told you to wash up and come out.”
“Hey, Yoon Ye-jun.”
And then came the absurd words.
It was too vivid to have misheard. Yoon Ye-jun placed his hand on the table and raised his head.
“What are you doing?”
“What?”
“Why are you speaking informally?”
I’m such a boomer. He realized it anew. As soon as Yoon Ye-jun uttered harsh words, Ki Young-han chose silence. Yoon Ye-jun did the same. They didn’t move. It was as if time had stopped, and they stared at each other.
Only the white steam rising from the porridge made its presence known. The silence was brief, and soon Ki Young-han, rolling his eyes, mumbled hesitantly,
“They say younger people sound cute when they speak informally.”
That’s…
Only when cute people do it, and those who wag their tails enthusiastically.
He must have thought of it himself while they were talking about honorifics in the bedroom. He probably thought it sounded more affectionate than “you” and that he wasn’t acting like a younger person, but it messed with Yoon Ye-jun’s feelings. Yoon Ye-jun looked directly into Ki Young-han’s eyes and replied,
“I don’t like it when you use it.”
“Why?”
“If you use informal speech too, you’ll seem really rude.”
Ki Young-han seemed unaware that the reason Yoon Ye-jun found him cute was that, despite his blunt tone and prim face, he always used polite language.
Yoon Ye-jun approached the gas stove again. He scooped the remaining porridge from the pot into an extra bowl and wrapped it with plastic wrap. It was enough for one meal, so Ki Young-han could eat it later.
Leaving the well-wrapped bowl, Yoon Ye-jun turned back to Ki Young-han, who was still standing frozen in place. His face was flushed.
“Hurry up and wash up. Let’s eat.”
He said it casually, but Ki Young-han, perhaps annoyed, stumbled before heading into the bathroom.
Clink, clink- All that could be heard were the sounds of spoons and chopsticks moving. Ki Young-han ate the dried radish in front of him irritably. He didn’t say anything, and Yoon Ye-jun kept glancing at him.
“…Are you angry?”
“…What?”
Ki Young-han was sulking. Even though he pretended not to know, he was making it so obvious that Yoon Ye-jun couldn’t miss it. They say even dogs don’t get bothered during meals, but Ki Young-han was being irritable. If he moved even a little, Ki Young-han would frown, and if he made any noise, he would glare at him.
He guessed there was only one reason he was sulking. They had been on good terms in bed, and it was the same when they first came out. Could he really have such a low ignition point? Yoon Ye-jun clicked his tongue inwardly. Then, he tried to answer nonchalantly.
“Are you angry because I said you might seem rude?”
“Why would I be?”
Ki Young-han gripped his spoon tightly. That’s right. The word “rude” had hit a nerve again.
“I don’t think I’m rude enough to call myself rude, but it’s annoying when someone calls me rude. Even just ‘rude’ would be unpleasant, but ‘really rude’? When I think about it, calling me really rude was a bit…”
“Ah, really rude, really rude. Can you stop it?”
A crooked smile appeared on Yoon Ye-jun’s lips. He’s definitely sulking… Ki Young-han, perhaps thinking he himself wasn’t great, cursed under his breath while remaining silent.
Listening to his grumbling, Yoon Ye-jun gazed at Ki Young-han. As he just watched him silently, Ki Young-han, who had been pretending to focus on his meal, looked up. As soon as their eyes met, he lowered his gaze again as if it had never lingered.
Should I stop playing and get to the point?
“Young-han.”
“…….”
It had only been about 20 seconds since their eyes met, but Ki Young-han didn’t answer. He didn’t even pretend to look. He would make a fuss for attention if ignored, but when given attention, he would pretend not to notice. Yoon Ye-jun found that amusing and also clumsy.
Yoon Ye-jun spoke in a gentle voice.
“Can you answer me?”
Only then did Ki Young-han tilt his head and meet his gaze. It was fresh and interesting. He didn’t want to recall his past relationships, but Ki Young-han was unlike anyone he had ever met. Not just in romantic relationships, but in friendships, and in all the people he had known, Ki Young-han was unique and fresh.
“I have something to say.”
“What is it? Are you going to call me rude again?”
His sarcastic tone, without any hesitation, seemed to indicate his intention to openly display his sulking to the world. Yoon Ye-jun met Ki Young-han’s gaze as he tilted his head, then placed some porridge, which was neatly on his spoon, onto Ki Young-han’s plate with dried radish and said,
“Do you want to go on a date Saturday evening?”
He had nothing else planned for Saturday afternoon besides tutoring. It wasn’t the beginning of the semester, and the festival was over, so a beer house wouldn’t be packed on a weekend.
Thump. A rather dull sound was heard. Yoon Ye-jun flinched in surprise. Ki Young-han slammed the chopsticks he was holding onto the table with a loud noise. He opened his eyes wide and blinked.
“…What did you say?”
Was that so surprising? Yoon Ye-jun tilted his head and then straightened it again. To Ki Young-han, who was stammering in surprise and asking again, he gave a clear answer.
“I said, let’s go on a date on Saturday.”
* * *
For Yoon Ye-jun, Friday was a relatively relaxed day. He had the morning off, and his afternoon classes meant he could enter the building where his lecture hall was located without rushing, even after a hearty lunch at his shared apartment.
Yoon Ye-jun walked lightly, organizing his remaining schedule. After class, he would briefly meet his tutoring student at a cafe near the school, and then head to his beer house part-time job. It was rare for him to meet a student on a weekday. However, today, the student had finished early and asked for help with a difficult part, so he decided to make time, even if it was short.
His schedule was tight after class, but for now, it was relatively peaceful. Not just today, but the entire week had been like this. If there was a reason, it was probably because of Ki Young-han. Yoon Ye-jun concluded that he was able to have a relatively peaceful daily life because Ki Young-han, who always annoyed him and acted impulsively, had become docile and obedient. He believed it would continue to be so.
At least, until he ran into Kim Jae-ui.
“…….”
“…….”
Kim Jae-ui, whom he encountered as soon as he entered the building’s lobby, looked disheveled. Yoon Ye-jun knew immediately that it wasn’t his imagination. Who was he trying to impress with his appearance? His suit, which he wore to stand out among casually dressed students, was wrinkled, and his face, which was always cleanly shaven, had patches of stubble.
A few days ago, I remembered what the junior I encountered at the TA’s office had said.
‘Jae-ui oppa is acting incredibly pitiful now after that incident. He got thoroughly chewed out by the professor right there. Honestly, there were so many eyes on him, and it was a situation where he could have been reported to the police.’
Indeed, given that guy’s personality, how could he endure showing such a spectacle not only to me but also to the students and professors present?
Yoon Ye-jun suddenly felt that he and Kim Jae-ui weren’t that different. Hadn’t he himself always tried to show only a good side to others, pretending to like things he disliked and always acting cheerful? That’s why Kim Jae-ui felt even more uncomfortable.
Yoon Ye-jun stared at Kim Jae-ui, who stood facing him, with eyes as cold as ice. Kim Jae-ui hesitated for a moment, his lips trembling. The hand he cautiously reached out was different from his unrestrained movements on the day of the Festival.
“Ye-jun-ah, let’s talk.”
“I have to go to class.”
Yoon Ye-jun glanced at the tips of Kim Jae-ui’s fingers before turning his gaze away. Of course, there were still 20 minutes until class started, but he needed some excuse. Had he come out too early? Should he have just come out as usual and entered the lecture hall just before class? He regretted it belatedly, but it was already useless.
Having to face him directly, as a consequence of ignoring Kim Jae-ui’s numerous messages, was a rather harsh outcome. Yoon Ye-jun slowly rolled his eyes. He was worried that voices might be raised. Fortunately, perhaps because it was a Friday afternoon class, there weren’t many students in the building. In a fleeting moment, he thought of Ki Young-han. Whenever he was in a difficult situation because of Kim Jae-ui, Ki Young-han had appeared.
He wished Ki Young-han would appear again. Hadn’t he always shown up at just the right time, whether to provoke him or Kim Jae-ui? He recalled Kim Jae-ui’s image, being held back from swinging a beer bottle inside the Festival booth. His pupils had widened, as if he were about to do something drastic, but it was fortunate he was stopped. It was funny, anyway. A faint smile touched Yoon Ye-jun’s lips, only to vanish as Kim Jae-ui opened his mouth.
“What time does your class end? I can wait.”
You’re already at school, what are you pretending to wait for?
Yoon Ye-jun didn’t answer. Kim Jae-ui added,
“I want to apologize to you.”
Yoon Ye-jun unconsciously hid the back of his left hand, which had been burned by Kim Jae-ui. It wasn’t a severe burn, and thanks to the meticulous bandaging and ointment, there was no longer any trace. However, he had no intention of forgiving him. Yoon Ye-jun released his right hand, which had been covering his left.
“Hyung, you don’t have to apologize to me. I have no intention of accepting it anyway.”
“……”
Given what he did, no amount of acting pitiful now would change anything. Yoon Ye-jun had seen it all.
“And I’ll speak to the professor about it, so let’s consider the part-time job offer as if it never happened.”
It was a part-time job that started as a professor’s suggestion but ultimately entangled him with Kim Jae-ui. He had thought it was decent enough, something he could do in his free time, but it wasn’t. He no longer wanted to be involved with him, either publicly or privately.
Kim Jae-ui bit his lip tightly, then let it go. The tension in his eyes intensified, and the effort to control his exhaled breath was starkly visible. Kim Jae-ui lowered his voice.
“You really….”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Come with me. I have something to say.”
“I told you I have nothing to say!”
“Just come on!”
Bad timing, students entered the lobby. Did they sense the atmosphere? The students’ gazes were drawn to the two of them. Kim Jae-ui walked ahead first. Eventually, Yoon Ye-jun followed him. Kim Jae-ui went out to the outdoor parking lot connected to the building. This was the place where Ki Young-han had found him, a bag of chicken dangling from his wrist during exam period. Ki Young-han was below, and Yoon Ye-jun was on the terrace directly in front. Their eyes met, and though it was a rather chilly evening, it was bearable.
Come to think of it, this semester has been entirely with Ki Young-han.
Yoon Ye-jun took a deep breath. Why did things always get tangled and complicated whenever he thought things were peaceful? Knowing that it was difficult to blame anyone, Yoon Ye-jun simply met Kim Jae-ui’s gaze, who was looking at him with a stern face.
“Ye-jun-ah.”
“Yes.”
“I said I was sorry. I sent you so many messages, why didn’t you reply?”
“……”
“You wouldn’t have been like this before.”
What am I supposed to do about it?
“You used to act like a stray dog chasing after me back then.”
I must have been crazy then.
“And now you’re acting all high and mighty, saying you won’t associate with me? Hey, Yoon Ye-jun.”
Kim Jae-ui’s tone grew rougher. Yoon Ye-jun had no reason to remain polite any longer.
It was Kim Jae-ui who hit on female students back in undergrad, even though he had a girlfriend. It was Kim Jae-ui who acted like a gentle senior, a model student, desperately trying to build a good image. It was Kim Jae-ui who intruded into his life, which had been peaceful for two years. And now, it was Kim Jae-ui whining because his apology wasn’t accepted. Ultimately, it was Kim Jae-ui who ruined his own image. He had just stayed put. It was all Kim Jae-ui digging his own grave.
Yoon Ye-jun remained silent. He believed that was the answer. The best way to truly drive someone crazy during an argument was silence.
As expected, Kim Jae-ui’s expression contorted openly.
“Her.”
Then he suddenly blurted out a strange word. Who? Yoon Ye-jun didn’t even open his mouth. Seeing Yoon Ye-jun not responding even to the meaningful remark, Kim Jae-ui furrowed his brow further. However, Yoon Ye-jun had no intention of reacting, and soon, giving up, Kim Jae-ui spoke again.
“The one who swung the beer bottle.”
It was Ki Young-han.
“Did you switch to him? You felt different with him.”
Self-importance has its limits. Even if he hadn’t met Ki Young-han, even if he hadn’t received a confession from him, Kim Jae-ui was no longer an option. Yoon Ye-jun had lived peacefully for two years without Kim Jae-ui. It meant he wasn’t someone who would be swayed by mere romantic feelings.
“Hyung, are you done talking?”
“……”
“Saying things like that is incredibly vulgar. You’re not the protagonist of a novel. In reality, when you say things like that, you think to yourself, ‘Ah, this is so gross.’ So please stop. We have no more business to discuss, right?”
“Hey.”
“I have class, so I’m leaving.”
Yoon Ye-jun ignored Kim Jae-ui, who was calling him, and turned away. His chest felt tight. The meal he had eaten before leaving home felt like it was sitting heavy in his stomach. There was no one being swayed, only someone trying to sway. How much had Kim Jae-ui looked down on him in the past? He must have thought he would just roll over without a word if he played with him.
Pathetic. But it was his past. Had he become more mature after going through that? He wasn’t sure about that either.
Instead of heading to the lecture hall, Yoon Ye-jun walked towards the smoking area next to the College of Social Sciences. The professor always started class at least ten minutes late, so he planned to smoke a cigarette and air out the smell before going.
His chest still felt tight.
“……”
He calmly put a cigarette to his lips. He crushed the filter with his teeth and lit the tip. He wasn’t thinking about anything. There was no reason to be distressed by Kim Jae-ui. Kim Jae-ui was nothing more than a moth fluttering around a streetlamp on a summer night. He was someone he could, and should, ignore.
And then.
The mobile phone in his pocket rang. Buzz, buzz, buzz. The long vibration told him it wasn’t a short message, so he took his mobile phone out of his pocket.
“Good timing, as always.”
He muttered to himself and answered the call.
“Yeah, Young-han-ah.”
In front of Ki Young-han, there was no need to act nice or put on a mask.
“What are you doing?”
Ki Young-han took off his glasses and set them down. Sitting at his computer desk, he stretched his body back. Holding his mobile phone in one hand, he manipulated the mouse with the other, scrolling aimlessly.
The screen displayed a list of nearby restaurants and cafes perfect for dates. The titles, which should have been in blue, had all turned purple from being checked one by one.
He wondered if he really had to go this far, but he was looking forward to it.
I’m going to smoke a cigarette before class.
Hearing Yoon Ye-jun’s voice on the phone made his heart flutter. Ki Young-han replied briefly, “Okay,” and clicked the mouse. Click, it moved to page 43.
He clicked on a post at the top. He didn’t even bother reading the post, which felt like an advertisement, and focused on the call.
“Are you going to be bored while you smoke?”
Hmm….
Yoon Ye-jun drew out his words. His nose twitched. His mood soured again.
“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.”
Does anyone have so much free time that they’re calling just for the sake of it? Why is his mood always so up and down? Ki Young-han, who rarely experienced anything good, felt his head ache amidst the chaotic emotions. Knowing that he couldn’t arbitrarily control human emotions, he couldn’t dictate Yoon Ye-jun’s lines, yet his mood soured easily if he said something slightly off.
Yoon Ye-jun wouldn’t know. He probably wouldn’t know anything.
Will you talk to me while I smoke?
The man who knew nothing spoke kindly. Ki Young-han stopped his internal grumbling and replied,
“Yes.”
I was in a bad mood just now.
“Why?”
Because I called? Ki Young-han’s eyes narrowed.
I fought with Kim Jae-ui.
“……”
Bring a beer bottle.
“Don’t joke around.”
Hahaha, Yoon Ye-jun’s hearty laughter echoed from the phone.
I feel a bit better now that I’ve called.
His laughter stopped, and a gentle voice followed. Ki Young-han covered his other ear, the one not holding the phone, and scrunched it.
Is talking to me fun? I don’t think so.
The ensuing conversation was disjointed. When Yoon Ye-jun said the weather was nice, Ki Young-han replied it felt hot, and when Yoon Ye-jun said he was glad it was Friday, Ki Young-han asked what was good about it when he worked part-time on weekends.
As they talked, Ki Young-han found himself naturally wanting to see Yoon Ye-jun. This was also strange. He usually disliked phone calls and deliberately avoided meeting people. The word “want to see” appearing in his mind felt awkward and uncomfortable. But what could he do if he wanted to see him? Even though they had planned to meet tomorrow.
“What time does your class end today?”
Ki Young-han finally asked. He had a beer house part-time job today, so if his class ended early, he was willing to see him, even if briefly.
Today? 3 PM.
“It’s your part-time job day, right?”
Yeah, at 7 PM.
There were four hours free. Ki Young-han felt relieved. If he picked him up right after class, they could spend exactly four hours together.
“Then… do you have time today?”
Let’s meet for a bit.
Let’s have dinner.
Let’s stay together until you have to go.
He had many things he wanted to say, but in the end, he couldn’t open his mouth.
I can’t.
It was Yoon Ye-jun’s refusal, given without a moment’s hesitation.
Today, the student I tutor asked to meet briefly because they’re skipping a makeup session. Right after class.
“Ah.”
Ki Young-han’s voice trailed off softly.
What were you going to say?
“Nothing.”
How could he explain that he had just drunk a hearty bowl of wishful thinking all by himself?
“What am I supposed to do about it?”
He finally grumbled. He felt pathetic for being unable to do more, but that was just him.
What is it?
Yoon Ye-jun brushed it off casually. A brief silence followed. Still, he wanted to see him. Why was it so difficult to say this? Ki Young-han was struggling through a late adolescence. It was like a storm. If this was just a fleeting moment and would soon subside, it would be fine, but honestly, he didn’t know when it would end.
“Then.”
Yeah.
“Can I give you a ride?”
Ah, this is hard.
Ki Young-han licked his dry lips with his tongue. Though there was no one to watch him, he rolled his eyes unnecessarily. The hand holding the mobile phone tightened.
Isn’t it a hassle?
Yoon Ye-jun was asking the obvious. It was a hassle. Just thinking about going out during his free period already felt like a huge chore. Still, he could do at least this much. Ki Young-han fixed his gaze on the monitor. He moved his hands again. Click, click. He closed the internet and turned off the computer.
“It’s fine.”
Okay, then. Uh, come to the College of Social Sciences by 3 PM.
“Understood.”
Then I have to hang up now. I’ll contact you later.
After finishing his words, Yoon Ye-jun hung up without even waiting for a reply. Ki Young-han stared at the pitch-black, turned-off monitor, then buried his head in his desk. He suddenly remembered why he had called and what he had wanted to say.
I wanted to ask what he liked, because I couldn’t decide where to go tomorrow.
“You know the two-story cafe on the main road, the one with the big parking lot?”
“Yes.”
“That’s where we’re meeting.”
Yoon Ye-jun, sitting in the passenger seat, chattered away quite well. Ki Young-han, giving brief answers, naturally turned the steering wheel. It was Friday, so there weren’t many people at school. He should have been at home, lying down and sleeping soundly… well, not exactly. Anyway, he should have been resting comfortably at home.
What was it about these feelings that made him have to go out and play chauffeur?
Even though he was the one who had offered to come out first, he couldn’t help but feel a creeping sense of dissatisfaction.
But what could he do now that he was already out? Ki Young-han finally relented.
“Where should we go tomorrow?”
Instead, he asked about tomorrow’s schedule, which he hadn’t asked on the phone.
“Hmm….”
Yoon Ye-jun drew out his words. The resonant sound was pleasant to hear.
“Should we watch a movie and have dinner? Or have dinner and then stop by your place?”
He asked kindly, but Ki Young-han understood the implication perfectly. If they went to his place, physical intimacy would inevitably follow. Yoon Ye-jun knew this, which was why he asked. Ki Young-han nodded vaguely. He regretted that the roads weren’t crowded. Perhaps because it was a weekday afternoon, there were few cars and people. If only Yoon Ye-jun’s class had ended much later, coinciding with rush hour. It was a useless thought.
“What about the cafe?”
“It’s too intimate.”
“Well….”
“……”
“Did you not go to cafes with people you were dating?”
“I did?”
“……”
He asked unnecessarily.
Ki Young-han chose silence. He felt like he would get annoyed if he spoke.
* * *
Ki Young-han stayed true to his purpose for coming out. He blamed the clear, unobstructed roads, and if he happened to hit a red light, he rejoiced inwardly. However, the cafe was within walking distance, so the time spent in the car was not long. The car entered the parking lot.
The only car in the parking lot, which had about five spaces, was Ki Young-han’s. He parked at the very end. He considered stopping in front of the building, but Ki Young-han, who might have lingered longer under the guise of getting coffee if there were no students, subtly glanced at Yoon Ye-jun.
“Why are you so docile today?”
Yoon Ye-jun, having unbuckled his seatbelt, turned his body to the side. He rested his hand on the back of the driver’s seat and leaned his arm on the headrest. Ki Young-han secretly stole a glance at Yoon Ye-jun’s fingertips, which were close enough to touch his cheek, and felt a sudden surge of dissatisfaction.
Yoon Ye-jun spoke very familiarly, as if he were accustomed to someone giving him rides. His stomach churned.
“What do you mean?”
Yoon Ye-jun gave a slight smile as he replied with a pout. Then he lowered his arm again. Yoon Ye-jun, hugging the bag he had in front of him, pushed open his door.
“Young-han-ah.”
“Yes?”
“Wait a moment. I’ll go grab a seat and come back out.”
“What the….”
Yoon Ye-jun spoke unilaterally and left without a moment’s hesitation. There didn’t seem to be that many people, so what was he grabbing a seat for? Left alone in the car, Ki Young-han cursed under his breath. But it didn’t last long. His twisted lips soon quieted, and he simply waited for Yoon Ye-jun.
Yoon Ye-jun, who had gone into the building, reappeared not long after. Instead of heading to the passenger seat, he approached the driver’s side. He held a takeout cup and a small takeout box in both hands. As he came closer, he tapped on the driver’s side window.
What is it?
Ki Young-han, maintaining his usual expression, rolled down the window. Yoon Ye-jun, leaning close to the window, held out what he was carrying. Ki Young-han reluctantly took the small box and cup. He placed the cup in the cup holder and put the box on the passenger seat where Yoon Ye-jun had been sitting.
“Thanks for the ride. Eat this when you get home. It’s cake, and, well… I got chocolate flavor. I figured it would be the safest bet.”
“……”
“Then I’m going in.”
Yoon Ye-jun’s words were entirely perfunctory. There was no hint of regret. It was natural, really, but from Ki Young-han’s perspective, he felt disappointed. Since they were out anyway, why not at least a kiss? He used to do it so easily before, so why not today? He wasn’t one to lack discernment, but he always lost it when it came to Yoon Ye-jun.
Ki Young-han immediately called out to Yoon Ye-jun, who had turned to leave.
“Hey, Yoon Ye-jun.”
Throwing out a provocative word seemed to have worked, as Yoon Ye-jun stopped walking. The expression on his face as he turned back was not good.
“This again…”
If I find it fun to banter and play around with Yoon Ye-jun, am I the strange one? Neither of us is particularly funny like a comedian, so why is it so amusing?
Ki Young-han gazed at Yoon Ye-jun. Bung-bung. His lips parted silently, like a fish in a fishbowl.
“Hyung.”
And finally, he called out to Yoon Ye-jun. Come to think of it, Ki Young-han never used special titles when meeting his older cousins, male or female. Nor for the seniors he met at school, of course. With only one younger brother, this was quite a difficult title for him. It was a word that didn’t easily roll off his tongue. And Yoon Ye-jun looked flustered upon hearing it. Yoon Ye-jun stared at Ki Young-han with a dumbfounded expression.
“Call me if you’re bored before the student gets here.”
Ki Young-han was full of questions. He disliked phone calls more than face-to-face meetings, and when his parents called, he’d often make them sad by giving short answers like, “Yes, no, yes, I’ll be there, yes.” Had he actually liked talking on the phone?
‘It feels okay when I call.’
This was probably because of Yoon Ye-jun too. No need to overthink it.
At Ki Young-han’s suggestion, Yoon Ye-jun’s lips curved upwards. Yoon Ye-jun’s smile had a way of making one feel shy. No matter how he thought about it, facing that smile made him incredibly embarrassed. Ki Young-han raised a hand to rub his eyes, then gripped the steering wheel tightly.
“Okay. I’ll call you right away.”
Instead of replying, Ki Young-han rolled up the window. He then leisurely drove out of the parking lot, his heart pounding as if it would explode. As soon as he entered the road, his mobile phone rang. Ki Young-han glanced at the name on the screen before putting the Bluetooth earphones into his ears.
“Yes.”
☏
Ki Young-han: What are you eating tomorrow?
Yoon Ye-jun: What do you want to eat?
Ki Young-han: I asked you first.
Yoon Ye-jun: Ah, I want to eat samgyeopsal.
Ki Young-han: Let’s set the mood, shall we?
Yoon Ye-jun: Hahaha. It’s funny when you say that.
Ki Young-han: So what?
Yoon Ye-jun: If you keep talking like that, I’m hanging up.
Ki Young-han: …….
Yoon Ye-jun: Why are you quiet?
Ki Young-han: That.
Yoon Ye-jun: Yes.
Ki Young-han: Do you want to eat meat?
Yoon Ye-jun: Yes.
Ki Young-han: Then I’ll make a reservation.
Yoon Ye-jun: You make reservations for a barbecue place too? Can’t we just go and eat?
Ki Young-han: Ah, I’ll handle it.
Yoon Ye-jun: Alright. Your personality… Oh, Eun-hyeong, this way. The student is here. I’m hanging up.
Ki Young-han: Can I pick you up later?
Yoon Ye-jun: No, thanks. I’m busy.
Ki Young-han: …….
Yoon Ye-jun: I’ll call you after it’s over. Answer it. Okay?
Ki Young-han: Yeah, whatever.
“……”
The moment he stepped into the restaurant, Yoon Ye-jun reflected on his 26 years of life, short yet long.
He had never come to such a fancy restaurant just to eat meat, not even for meals with professors, not during the time he was chasing Kim Jae-ui, nor in any of his previous, more subdued relationships.
From the entrance, the interior of the restaurant was densely packed with wine bottles lining the walls. The luxurious interior proudly proclaimed its high price tag to anyone who saw it. It looked less like a barbecue joint and more like a high-end restaurant.
Ki Young-han, who was a couple of steps ahead of Yoon Ye-jun, approached the counter. He gave his name to the staff member who greeted them with a service smile, and a server, dressed in a uniform despite it being a barbecue place, led them to a private room.
The room they were led to was no different from the restaurant’s entrance.
Despite it being May, the Air conditioner was on, keeping it cool and comfortable, far from what one would expect from a barbecue place. The side dishes and cutlery were already set.
Unable to quite adjust to the atmosphere, Yoon Ye-jun hesitated behind Ki Young-han before being noticed and taking a seat opposite him. When asked if he wanted to eat meat, he had expected they would just eat near the school, but this was vastly different from his expectations. He said he’d make a reservation. So he booked a place like this. He had wondered why they were heading in a different direction from the university area when they were in the car…
Ki Young-han lives alone in a decent apartment in a university district in Seoul, spacious enough for a family of four. Perhaps it was natural for him to frequent such upscale restaurants. Yoon Ye-jun felt intimidated without realizing it. He hadn’t wanted to pay much attention, but being brought to a place like this, his shoulders naturally slumped.
“…What are you doing?”
Lost in his thoughts, Yoon Ye-jun snapped back to attention at Ki Young-han’s voice. Ki Young-han was scanning the neatly arranged side dishes. Had he overdone it? A foolish regret followed belatedly.
He couldn’t encompass every situation as a ‘date,’ but as it was their first official date, Ki Young-han wanted to eat at a nice restaurant and have a pleasant day. But why did Yoon Ye-jun’s expression look so bad?
Ki Young-han subtly raised his eyes and picked up his chopsticks. Without being obvious, he nudged the side dishes and casually asked, pretending nothing was wrong.
“You don’t like it?”
“Like what?”
“The restaurant.”
Just then, a server entered with the meat. They spread lard on the searing hot cast-iron pan to oil it. It seemed they would grill the meat for them too. Yoon Ye-jun glanced sideways at the server quietly grilling the meat beside him, then shook his head.
“Not at all.”
He couldn’t say he was intimidated because he had never been to a restaurant like this before. Yoon Ye-jun and Ki Young-han didn’t exchange a word until the server finished grilling the meat and left. Even after the server left, and while eating a few pieces of meat, there was no significant conversation.
“It’s delicious.”
As soon as Yoon Ye-jun chewed the beef that melted in his mouth, an exclamation escaped him. He muttered to himself.
“Have you been to many barbecue places like this?”
“Not unless I came with my family.”
“Ah. Didn’t you say you had a girlfriend?”
Yoon Ye-jun asked in a steady voice. If he had brought me here on our first date, he must have brought his previous girlfriends too. You don’t have to pretend it’s your first time. We’ve seen each other’s faces before, haven’t we?
Ki Young-han placed a rice paper wrap on his plate, then put meat on it. He added some deliciously seasoned scallion salad and looked at Yoon Ye-jun.
“So what?”
He didn’t get a very good answer. So what, is it my business? So what, but then? When he received answers that cut off the conversation, his expression would stiffen without him realizing it. It was the same now. If Ki Young-han hadn’t placed the wrap he made in front of him onto Yoon Ye-jun’s plate, he would probably have been looking at him with a cold expression.
“Eat a lot.”
“Why?”
“I want to see your cheeks puff out.”
Who do you think I am, a glutton? Yoon Ye-jun glanced at Ki Young-han for a brief moment, then carefully arranged the wrap he had made with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. He had just eaten normally, but Ki Young-han’s lips twitched. Then, with an expression that anyone could see was a smile, he turned to the side. His smile was awkward. Even though he said he liked me, it was hard to see him smile.
As if he was born gruff, prickly, and sensitive. But then, it was strange. That someone born so prickly would smile for me, even if only occasionally.
Ki Young-han insisted on paying, using the parking ticket as an excuse. He claimed to have a coupon at the cafe, even though he had never seen him take out his mobile phone there, and when they got out with their takeout cups and headed to the drive-in theater, he paid again with the absurd excuse that he might lose the parking ticket.
Ki Young-han looked unfazed, even though it must have been quite burdensome since the barbecue restaurant. Yoon Ye-jun felt even more embarrassed. He was working three part-time jobs, including two tutoring positions, so he was likely earning more than Ki Young-han. Yet, he was just waiting for the movie to start, having set the frequency for the sound from the drive-in theater, without even having the chance to pay.
Yoon Ye-jun took a sip of the drink he had placed in the cup holder and put it down. Ki Young-han’s gaze lingered on him briefly before looking away.
“Young-han-ah.”
He couldn’t stand the lingering discomfort. He was two years older, and it felt wrong not to pay even a penny. He knew it was petty to fuss over money, but the situation was different now. At school, seniors often treated juniors, and it was common for them to say, “When you get juniors, treat them to something delicious too,” so he was somewhat used to older people paying. But Ki Young-han was younger than him.
“Why?”
Ki Young-han replied without looking at Yoon Ye-jun. His frown began to deepen. He was full of displeasure. He had accidentally seen a couple kissing in the car next to them. Why the hell did they have the window down? He felt like honking his horn, but unfortunately, he wasn’t so irrational as to cause a scene.
To be honest, he just wanted to do it too. He didn’t know if he would be accepted, but he had chosen the drive-in theater as his best option, hoping to at least hold hands during the movie. But here he was, just waiting for the movie without saying anything, and he saw a couple kissing in the car next to them.
He wished he could wash his eyes out. Even as complaints and dissatisfaction crept in while having a good date, Yoon Ye-jun, who knew nothing, was just calling his name.
Ki Young-han turned his head towards Yoon Ye-jun, who had called him belatedly. Yoon Ye-jun was staring intently at him. His clear eyes were directed at him. Ki Young-han took a shallow breath and held it as he looked into those eyes, which seemed to shine with a pure light. When he exhaled slowly.
“Can I send you money?”
Yoon Ye-jun said something so absurd it made him want to laugh.
Ki Young-han lowered his eyelids. He wanted to ask where he learned to annoy people so much.
“No, it’s just… I’m uncomfortable because you’re paying for everything.”
“This is a date, not a club event.”
“Uh, I know…”
“It’s a date, not a gathering where we collect 50,000 won each and go for a second or third round.”
Ki Young-han’s voice turned sharp. As he spoke menacingly, grinding his teeth, Yoon Ye-jun awkwardly touched the bridge of his nose. His tongue poked out and swept across his lips. Ki Young-han held his breath again. He felt pathetic for being swayed by actions that he himself seemed to do without much thought. Even in the darkness, he could see Yoon Ye-jun’s lips glistening slightly with saliva.
His eyes met Ki Young-han’s several times, as if checking his reaction, then looked away. Ki Young-han stared at Yoon Ye-jun, who looked flustered, and then opened his mouth, saying, “Then, yes.”
“Kiss me.”
“What?”
“Because I want to kiss you.”
Yoon Ye-jun rolled his eyes instead of looking at Ki Young-han. It felt like the car next to them could see. This guy, who just a few months ago was saying things like ‘it’s dirty’ or ‘what are you doing,’ was now trying to kiss him casually in the car. It was strange that Ki Young-han wanted physical contact so casually. Was he the type to go all out once he liked something? It suited his personality.
While Yoon Ye-jun hesitated, Ki Young-han leaned forward. He didn’t hesitate, as if their lips were about to touch, and lunged. That’s so like him. Yoon Ye-jun squeezed his eyes shut. He used the complete darkness of the night and the tinted windows as an excuse.
Soft lips lightly pressed against Yoon Ye-jun’s and then pulled away. At the gentle touch and the silent contact of their lips, Yoon Ye-jun opened his eyes, which he had kept shut. Ki Young-han’s eyelashes, which were closed neatly, extended in a soft curve. Beautiful. Yoon Ye-jun cupped Ki Young-han’s chin with his hand and pressed their lips together again.
Yoon Ye-jun parted his lips, as if to welcome the tongue that met him, and embraced Ki Young-han’s moist tongue. He sucked gently, as if caressing, then pulled away. Even in the darkness, Ki Young-han’s flushed face was clearly visible.
This is a date, alright. Yoon Ye-jun bit his own lip, the one Ki Young-han had just kissed, and extended his tongue to lick it. He felt inexplicably thirsty. He reached out, picked up the drink in front of him, and drank.
“Young-han-ah.”
“…Why?”
“After the movie, are you going to my place?”
Ki Young-han, who had been quietly closing his eyes and concentrating on the kiss, narrowed his eyes and glared at Yoon Ye-jun.
“Are you going or not? Tell me.”
Yoon Ye-jun pressed for an answer. Ki Young-han held his breath. A groan, or something like it, could be heard. Soon, he twisted his body and slammed his forehead against the steering wheel. Anyone could see it was a negative.
The moment Yoon Ye-jun stepped inside, Ki Young-han pulled the doorknob. Yoon Ye-jun leaned against the door before he could even get past the entrance. He only turned his head slightly. The living room was clearly visible through the open middle door.
Although it was a dark night, it wasn’t completely dark due to the light coming in from the veranda. After a quick glance around the quiet house, Yoon Ye-jun returned his head to its original position, only to find Ki Young-han, who was pressed close to him, looking down at him.
Ki Young-han’s gaze was sticky. Like something viscous, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Yoon Ye-jun, his gaze lingering on Yoon Ye-jun’s lips before rising to meet his eyes. His mouth, which would normally chatter away, ruining the mood, was also still.
“……”
“……”
His silent stare felt chilling. Did Ki Young-han know that? Probably not. Yoon Ye-jun slowly tiptoed.
The moment their gazes met, their lips collided. Yoon Ye-jun tilted his head, accepting Ki Young-han’s lips as they embraced his.
Ki Young-han, who had gently penetrated, then began to suck on Yoon Ye-jun’s lower lip as if caressing it. Compared to when he would charge in recklessly, as if to devour him, he had become considerably gentler.
It was a great improvement, but he didn’t know why it felt disappointing.
Yoon Ye-jun closed his eyes tightly. He grabbed the hem of Ki Young-han’s shirt. Ki Young-han placed his hand on the door and rubbed his lips a little deeper. It felt like the previous kiss was just pretending to be tender, as his tongue moved on its own.
He pulled them together so hard his tongue roots ached, and rubbed his tongue so roughly it felt like the papillae would be damaged. The mixing of saliva created a rather suggestive sound that filled their ears. His tongue, not content with just his tongue, swept across the roof of his mouth, delving deeper into his mouth.
“Mmm… Ugh, mmm…”
As a nasalized breath escaped Yoon Ye-jun’s lips, Ki Young-han pressed his body closer. Even with just a kiss, his noticeably heavy lower body could be felt through his cotton pants. Yoon Ye-jun raised his hands, which had been holding the hem of his shirt, and wrapped them around his neck.
In fact, he wasn’t in much of a different state. Yoon Ye-jun stroked Ki Young-han’s shoulders with his crossed arms. He felt the firm muscles in his palms. Whether he was born that way or exercised, his body was quite good. Should I start exercising too? he thought as he sucked Ki Young-han’s tongue, which was fiercely mingling in his mouth.
The kiss continued for a long time. It felt like they would spend the entire night just kissing. They fumbled over each other’s bodies as if caressing, but it felt too insufficient to spend the night at the entrance.
Yoon Ye-jun slowly pushed Ki Young-han’s shoulders away. Sluurp, his lower lip still in his mouth, he slowly pulled away, then their lips met again before separating.
Hot breaths filled the air. Haa…* Yoon Ye-jun, catching his breath, swallowed dryly. He bit and released his lips, which had been eagerly licked by Ki Young-han. At the lingering sensation, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, causing Ki Young-han to flinch. Yoon Ye-jun was the one who stopped him as he seemed about to charge again.
“…Are you going to stay here?”
Ki Young-han, stopped by Yoon Ye-jun’s gesture, trembled. He closed his eyes deeply, then opened them. His eyelashes, which drew a soft curve like the eaves of a Hanok, fluttered.
Yoon Ye-jun stared at those eyes for a moment, as if mesmerized. Ki Young-han, who must have felt his gaze, met Yoon Ye-jun’s eyes for a fleeting moment before looking down. Then, he clasped Yoon Ye-jun’s wrist with his own hand. His fingers were straight and long, and veins stood out on the back of his hand.
“It hurts.”
Yoon Ye-jun feigned pain. It hurt, but not enough to mention. Yet, as soon as Ki Young-han finished speaking, he loosened his grip. Swish, he turned around and hastily took off his shoes. Yoon Ye-jun looked down at his wrist, no longer held, then gazed at Ki Young-han’s retreating back as he hurried into the house. It was both absurd and amusing. Finally, with a soft hic, he let out a laugh and followed him.
Speaking of Ki Young-han’s face, despite his usual impassive expression, it held a certain honesty. Even with his brows furrowed tightly, his emotions were quite evident.
When he was in a bad mood, he’d openly scowl. When he laughed, perhaps feeling awkward, he’d twitch the corners of his mouth and then abruptly turn his head to the side. When discussing embarrassing topics, he’d bite his lips and act annoyed, his cheeks and ears ripening like fruit, making it obvious.
I wonder what kind of face he’s making now.
Yoon Ye-jun, who had buried his face between Ki Young-han’s legs while naked, looked up. Ki Young-han’s face, also bare, was flushed. In the drive-in theater, he had buried his face in the steering wheel; this time, he was covering his lower face with the back of his hand. Only his eyes were barely visible. Even so, he repeatedly furrowed and un-furrowed his brow. Yet, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Yoon Ye-jun, who had his face buried between his legs.
Yoon Ye-jun touched Ki Young-han’s groin. He gently covered the tip of his stiffly erect genitals with his lips. He deliberately gathered saliva and licked the urethral opening with his tongue. “Ugh…” Ki Young-han gasped.
Slurp, slurp… Yoon Ye-jun sucked on Ki Young-han’s genitals for a long time. Saliva dripped down the shaft, and the pink, beautifully colored glans glistened with saliva. He deliberately traced his tongue up his shaft, and Ki Young-han threw his head back, clutching the bedsheet.
“Ah… Ha…”
Uncontrollable breaths escaped his lips. Ki Young-han bit his lower lip hard. The muscles on the inside of his thighs tensed as if twitching. Yoon Ye-jun pressed down with the hands on Ki Young-han’s thighs. Then, he took him deeper into his mouth. It was a pity that even though it felt like his throat was being crushed and torn, he couldn’t take it all the way in.
After focusing on caressing the genitals for a while, Yoon Ye-jun slowly pulled his head back. As the genitals that had filled his mouth were withdrawn, he coughed. Ki Young-han’s wet genitals, glistening slightly even in the darkness, stood even more vibrantly erect.
Yoon Ye-jun coughed and touched his throat. Ki Young-han, leaning back against the headboard, glared at Yoon Ye-jun. What was he so displeased about now?
But Yoon Ye-jun took that gaze as a side dish and took his own genitals in his hand. Kneeling neatly, he squeezed his genitals. As he moved up and down with speed, the residual heat in his body slowly ignited a fire.
“Hoo, hht…”
As he caught his breath and looked up, Ki Young-han was watching Yoon Ye-jun with a dazed expression. His genitals, with prominent veins on the shaft, stood erect. Yoon Ye-jun spoke to Ki Young-han while masturbating. He deliberately made a lewd joke.
“Young-han…”
“……”
“The way your cock looks is so beautiful.”
“What…”
“Your face too, ugh… but…”
“Are you saying I’m a piece of shit?”
What is he even talking about? He’s really good at ruining the mood.
Yoon Ye-jun didn’t reply to his last remark and lowered himself again. While shaking his own genitals, he sucked on Ki Young-han’s. Slurp, slurp, slurp. He moved his head rapidly but didn’t stop his hand. I’ll suck you off, Yoon Ye-jun was faithfully carrying out the promise he’d made as soon as they were tangled up in bed.
Ki Young-han arched his back deeply into the bed and gazed at Yoon Ye-jun’s slender back, focused on his lower half. The intensity was so strong it felt like sparks were flying before his eyes.
Then, he felt heat, and irritation. His cheeks, which had puffed up happily when eating, were now bulging around Yoon Ye-jun’s mouth, following the shape of his glans. How many cocks has he sucked to be this good? Anger surged. But he knew. If he said something like that, instead of enhancing the mood, Yoon Ye-jun would run away again, far away, just like before.
Ki Young-han placed his hand on the back of Yoon Ye-jun’s head. He gently stroked the thin strands of hair scattering through his fingers. At the same time, Yoon Ye-jun’s throat, which had been embracing the glans, constricted. Ki Young-han swallowed hard. He clenched his hair and then released his grip.
“Hoo, uh…”
“Chuuup… Hh…”
Yoon Ye-jun came first. He squeezed his palm hard, gripping his genitals, and ejaculated semen. His hands were wet with semen. His toes curled up as he reached his climax.
Yoon Ye-jun’s body twitched as he sat up. He pulled his mouth away from the penis and stared at Ki Young-han’s genitals, messy with saliva and pre-ejaculate. Then, with his semen-covered hand, he grabbed Ki Young-han’s thigh. He lowered his head again. This time, he didn’t suck deeply, just barely taking the glans into his mouth. As he gently moved his tongue, Ki Young-han gripped Yoon Ye-jun’s shoulder tightly.
“I’m… gonna… cum…”
Ki Young-han trailed off. His breath was scattered. The muscles in his thighs trembled as if twitching, and the tip of his genitals stiffened. Yoon Ye-jun lifted his head. He didn’t really want to eat the semen. But before he could pull away from his lower half, Ki Young-han’s semen spurted. Yoon Ye-jun felt the gushing semen splatter around his mouth and adjusted his position. Sitting in a butterfly position, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Ha…”
Ki Young-han exhaled with difficulty. His soothing breaths were hot. Yoon Ye-jun looked around for tissues. The tissues, with their obvious purpose, were placed on the nightstand. Yoon Ye-jun looked at his hands, stained with his own and Ki Young-han’s semen, and spoke to him.
“Young-han, tissues please.”
But Ki Young-han didn’t act like he heard. Instead, he grabbed Yoon Ye-jun’s chin and pulled him towards him. He had a rough, violent streak in unexpected places. Despite the rough gesture, his voice was incredibly pathetic.
“Kiss… me…”
Was it a suggestion, a declaration, a request for permission, or a plea for Yoon Ye-jun to initiate? Yoon Ye-jun replayed the ambiguous sentence, unable to grasp its meaning. He wanted to wipe his hands first, but Ki Young-han didn’t seem inclined to wait.
He met Yoon Ye-jun’s eyes, let out a very faint breath, then pulled him close and kissed him. Yoon Ye-jun, unable to wipe his wet hands, touched whatever his hands landed on, whether it was his own genitals or Ki Young-han’s. Ki Young-han cupped Yoon Ye-jun’s buttocks, spread them wide, and fumbled around his anus.
His genitals, having regained their size, pushed against Yoon Ye-jun’s, hitting his groin as they mingled tongues. Back and forth. On the bed, spacious enough for them to lie down and sleep, they kissed, caressed, and repeatedly climbed onto and off each other.
Then, as Yoon Ye-jun settled fully on top of Ki Young-han, their wrestling-like caresses came to an end. As they focused on kissing and caressing, their mingled moans and rough breaths echoing, Yoon Ye-jun felt the naked sensation of genitals against his buttocks.
Ki Young-han, kissing Yoon Ye-jun’s lips and jawline, involuntarily thrust his hips. It seemed instinct, wanting to penetrate the tight space, had consumed him.
Yoon Ye-jun reached back. Grasping Ki Young-han’s genitals, he slowly sat up. Ki Young-han, who had been craving a kiss, swallowed hard. Yoon Ye-jun again exposed his erect genitals nakedly before Ki Young-han.
It was unavoidable, sitting with his knees spread. As a human, he felt embarrassed, but he decided not to care too much. Was he the only one naked and consumed by desire? The person more deeply consumed was looking him up and down from below.
“Young-han.”
“Yes.”
Ki Young-han, who would normally have responded with “Why? So what? Why are you calling me?”, gave a pure answer. Yoon Ye-jun smiled brightly.
“Can I be on top?”
Yoon Ye-jun maintained his smile. Ki Young-han simultaneously scowled and bit his lip. But the image of a childish, unimpressive macho man was not visible. Perhaps it was because he knew.
“I’ll stop playing around.”
Yoon Ye-jun placed one hand on Ki Young-han’s chest and slowly lifted his lower body. Then, reaching back, he grasped his genitals and fixed them in place, bringing the glans to the entrance. He slowly lowered his body, putting strength into it.
“Ah…”
Yoon Ye-jun exhaled with difficulty. The glans barely rested at the entrance, but it was too large to fit entirely inside. How did I manage it before? Yoon Ye-jun finally let go of the hand holding his genitals and placed it on Ki Young-han’s chest. His bent knees ached.
Ki Young-han scowled and gripped Yoon Ye-jun’s wrist. Yoon Ye-jun lowered himself, sinking down. The opening widened considerably, and the glans, as large as a fist, slowly settled inside.
“Ugh…”
Just by taking the glans, his lower abdomen felt tight. Yoon Ye-jun bit his lower lip hard. His wrist, held by Ki Young-han, began to ache belatedly. His shoulders hunched. He panted, breathing heavily, and met Ki Young-han’s eyes. He bit his lip and then released it. His beautifully colored lips were gnawed by his teeth. Just a little, just a little more. Yoon Ye-jun sank down fully.
“Ahhh…”
The penetration was so deep that his body leaned back, but Ki Young-han’s grip on his wrist prevented him from moving far away. Because his back was tilted, the deeply embedded glans showed its shape against his lean abdomen.
Yoon Ye-jun couldn’t see it, and Ki Young-han felt a strange sensation. He was too thin. He wondered if it was dangerous. But as soon as Yoon Ye-jun straightened his body, Ki Young-han placed his hands on Yoon Ye-jun’s waist.
“Ah, I can… Ugh, I can…”
Yoon Ye-jun lifted his body. He completely relaxed his body. The penis, penetrating the contracted inner walls, was ferocious, and his lower body contracted wildly. Yoon Ye-jun gasped, panting, and repeatedly moved up and down, sinking down. Thwack, thwack. The sound of skin meeting skin was solid.
“Ugh…”
“Hht… Hh, Ah… Too much…”
Too big. It was too much. Beneath this pretty face, he had genitals like a weapon, and they were beautifully shaped, with no hair. Yoon Ye-jun moved and rubbed his lower body against Ki Young-han’s, thinking. He moved so hard his lower body felt like it was being shaken apart. Ki Young-han either suppressed his breaths with a kuh, gripped Yoon Ye-jun’s waist, or covered his face with both hands. Then Yoon Ye-jun would say, “Ugh, hand, ah, move,” grab Ki Young-han’s hands, only to have his wrists grabbed and be forced to thrust harder.
Ki Young-han, leaning against the headboard, raised his upper body. He wrapped one arm around Yoon Ye-jun’s waist. He kissed his neck, then moved down along his shoulder line. Yoon Ye-jun moved his lower body and pulled Ki Young-han’s head close. He couldn’t see the pretty face, but he could feel Ki Young-han’s breath on his sensitive skin.
Ki Young-han bit down hard on Yoon Ye-jun’s nipple, his lips tense. He traced the swollen bud with his tongue, then bit down hard with his lips. Slurp, slurp… The sound of sucking nipples, Yoon Ye-jun’s precarious breaths escaping his lips, and the sound of their lower bodies colliding filled the bedroom.
“Young-han, hh, Young-han…”
Yoon Ye-jun called out to Ki Young-han in a shaky voice. Ki Young-han, his face buried in Yoon Ye-jun’s chest, continuously sucked noisily on his nipples. He bit Yoon Ye-jun’s nipple with his teeth and looked up with his eyes. As their eyes met, Yoon Ye-jun contracted his lower body further. Ki Young-han lightly licked his nipple with his tongue, then raised his head and kissed him. Yoon Ye-jun sucked on Ki Young-han’s tongue, which was aggressively exploring his mouth, and then pulled his hand to make him grasp his genitals.
“Touch me, ugh… Touch me…”
Ki Young-han fumbled with his hand, grasping and rubbing Yoon Ye-jun’s lower half. His movements were clumsy, but unnecessarily strong, making it feel even more stimulating. Yoon Ye-jun hunched his shoulders and curled his body. Ki Young-han again sucked on his neck. Yoon Ye-jun merely writhed, pulling Ki Young-han’s shoulders and head close.
With his hand moving quickly and roughly several times, Yoon Ye-jun soon felt a point of heat gathering. He was about to cum. He moved his hand back and touched Ki Young-han’s thigh. Holding Ki Young-han’s genitals, he stopped moving his lower body.
“Hh, Ah, wait a minute…”
Yoon Ye-jun closed his eyes and pushed Ki Young-han’s body away. But Ki Young-han only pulled Yoon Ye-jun closer with his remaining hand. He bit Yoon Ye-jun’s chest hard, sucking until his nipples ached. Yoon Ye-jun caught his breath. Then it burst. He ejaculated again. The liquid that soaked Ki Young-han’s hand and both their lower abdomens, and flowed down the shaft, felt strange against his skin.
“Hh, I, Ah, I came…”
Yoon Ye-jun managed to speak. Ki Young-han met his eyes. Their lips met. He still maintained a firm erection. Yoon Ye-jun, having ejaculated lightly and still feeling somewhat capable, felt a mischievous urge again. His lower half thoroughly wet, he pushed Ki Young-han’s shoulder and laid him down on the bed.
“…What are you doing?”
Ki Young-han asked, looking bewildered. Yoon Ye-jun placed his hands on Ki Young-han’s chest and abdomen, then began to move his lower body again. Thump, thump, thump… As his lower body moved on its own, Ki Young-han repeatedly scowled and relaxed his expression.
“Hold on, ah, watch, Young-han.”
“I’m, ah, gonna cum too.”
“Hold on, hoo, watch, Young-han.”
Yoon Ye-jun looked down at his own genitals. Semen had already flowed down the shaft, and clear fluid thoroughly coated the glans. His own semen had also fallen onto Ki Young-han’s abdomen. The semen dropped on his pale skin looked pure for some reason. Yoon Ye-jun, licking his dry lips with his tongue, looked at Ki Young-han’s face. He was rigid, wanting to cum at any moment.
Slap, slap… Yoon Ye-jun moved his lower body busily. Ki Young-han, exhaling suppressed breaths intermittently, lifted his hips. Then, as the penis penetrated deeper, Yoon Ye-jun momentarily tensed his lower abdomen. Ugh… Ki Young-han exhaled a fierce breath like a howling animal.
“I’m gonna cum, ugh, I’m gonna cum.”
“Hold on. Hh…”
“Put it in more…”
“It’ll hurt, ah, it’ll hurt…”
If he put it in any further, his stomach would be pierced and then some. Yoon Ye-jun grabbed Ki Young-han’s outstretched hand and placed it beside his face, then firmly fixed his wrist. Ki Young-han spat out a curse, “Fuck…” Yoon Ye-jun forced a laugh.
In fact, it was more difficult for Yoon Ye-jun to play around with penetration. Ki Young-han’s genitals, which were already overwhelming with just the glans, grew thicker towards the shaft. It was hard enough just to insert and withdraw, but with Yoon Ye-jun on top, the weight naturally increased.
“Let me cum, ah, let me cum.”
“If you cum, hh, I won’t let you.”
Yoon Ye-jun said, holding his breath. Ki Young-han, his wrist held by Yoon Ye-jun, clenched his fist tightly. Ah, ah… His labored breaths scattered from his lips. He always does whatever he wants. Although he looked pitifully fragile, Yoon Ye-jun found looking at Ki Young-han’s face quite amusing.
He also newly realized that once you overcome the initial barrier, people can seem cute, and first impressions are just that—first impressions. In any case, Ki Young-han was a fresh human. The most so among everyone he had met.
Thump…
“Ah!”
In an instant, Ki Young-han thrust his hips hard. Yoon Ye-jun flinched as the organ pushed further than he had anticipated. It seemed like a rebellion against being prevented from cumming. He glared at Ki Young-han, then his eyes slowly widened.
“Young-han…”
“Huk…”
“Wait, just a moment…”
An alarm bell rang in Yoon Ye-jun’s head. Ki Young-han’s eyes were completely glazed over. His usually sharp, beautiful but not particularly large pupils were clouded, his pupils dilated, and he was just panting with his mouth slightly open.
“Ki Young-han… Wait, ah!”
Yoon Ye-jun’s body was flipped over in that state. The position reversed. Ki Young-han grabbed Yoon Ye-jun’s ankles and spread his legs wide. Yoon Ye-jun’s heels touched Ki Young-han’s shoulders. Ki Young-han then applied his weight. Thump, thump, thump…! In the instant the position reversed, Yoon Ye-jun clawed at the sheets. He curled his toes so hard his soles ached.
“Wait, ah, wait, hht…!”
“I’m gonna cum, really…”
“Then, hh, you can cum, you can cum…”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Ki Young-han squeezed his eyes shut. Gasping for breath, he ejaculated into Yoon Ye-jun like he was urinating. Yoon Ye-jun’s forearms twitched. His hands, which had been scratching the sheets, clenched into fists. He rarely went deep, but he climaxed relentlessly. His muscles tensed as if gathering strength, then slackened, his body losing all tension.
“Haa….”
Yoon Ye-jun panted, breathing heavily.
Was it over now…. But he was scared. Despite ejaculating, Ki Young-han’s genitals were still proudly large inside him. And Ki Young-han pushed his lower body further against Yoon Ye-jun, as if kissing him. He didn’t seem like someone who had just come.
Yoon Ye-jun barely managed to lower Ki Young-han’s legs from his shoulders, but his lower body showed no signs of withdrawing. Instead, using his semen as lubricant, he began to move again.
His genitals, forcing apart the wet inner wall, began to move aimlessly once more. He thought it was over, but it was the beginning the moment it ended. Yoon Ye-jun managed to grip Ki Young-han’s shoulders.
“Young-han, just a moment, let’s rest…”
“I’m going to come….”
“You already came…!”
Yoon Ye-jun vowed he wouldn’t be fooled again. At the same time, Ki Young-han turned Yoon Ye-jun’s body. His strength was a problem. Yoon Ye-jun could barely support himself on his palms and knees like a quadruped, but Ki Young-han, pressing down on him, eventually caused his upper body to collapse.
Ki Young-han thrust himself in, pressing his chest against Yoon Ye-jun’s back.
“Huk, I’m going to come, really…”
Ki Young-han’s breath brushed against his ear. His hands fumbled roughly with his nipples.
Yoon Ye-jun buried his forehead in the pillow. Thump, thump… His genitals, forcing their way in with brutal intensity, were savage. It was just a matter of retreating and thrusting, and Ki Young-han wasn’t even particularly skilled, so why did it fit so perfectly? It felt like a perverted side of him, dormant within, had awakened because of Ki Young-han. Yoon Ye-jun, impaled by him and panting, felt a strange sense of emptiness.
“Hoo… Ugh, really…”
“Eut, Eung…! Wait, Ah, I, Ah, Eut…!”
Ki Young-han, who usually debated with reason and logic, acting superior and proud, seemed to lack all of that at this moment. He was merely lost in lust. He sucked on the back of Yoon Ye-jun’s neck and bit his shoulder hard. Not like a dog… Yoon Ye-jun barely, laboriously, accepted Ki Young-han, who was thrusting into him as if to tear him apart.
“Hut, Hu, Wait, Ah…”
“Good…”
Ki Young-han’s hand pulled and rubbed Yoon Ye-jun’s nipples, then slowly moved down. As he held Yoon Ye-jun’s lower abdomen, Yoon Ye-jun, his knees giving out, finally collapsed onto his stomach. Whether he knew it well or it was instinct, it was unclear. Ki Young-han slightly lifted Yoon Ye-jun’s hips and gripped his genitals. Startled, Yoon Ye-jun turned and grabbed Ki Young-han’s forearm.
“Young-han, no, Eut, no.”
“……”
“I, I just came…”
He wasn’t someone who got an erection immediately after ejaculating like Ki Young-han. He was just a normal person who felt a brief moment of clarity after one climax. Even now, as Ki Young-han penetrated him from behind, he was tormented by the overwhelming pleasure, yet Ki Young-han, as if oblivious, gripped his genitals. Yoon Ye-jun inhaled sharply.
“Ah, don’t move… Hey, Ki Young-han!”
Ki Young-han gripped Yoon Ye-jun’s genitals and began to move them without hesitation. “You asked me to touch you, Huk, you asked me to touch you.” What era was he even talking about? Yoon Ye-jun curled his knees. From behind, a thick, massive penis was pressing down at will, and from the front, rough hands were roughly squeezing and twisting his own genitals. He had nothing left to ejaculate, having come twice in a row, but Ki Young-han didn’t seem to know that.
“Huu, Ah, Ah, Heek, Young-han, just a moment…”
“No, relax your muscles, Hup…”
Ki Young-han couldn’t finish his sentence. Just as Yoon Ye-jun was panting, so was Ki Young-han. He wanted to thrust deeper. He wanted to become one with Yoon Ye-jun. He wanted to spill himself inside him. Honestly, he didn’t know how, but a petty desire to be the only one left in Yoon Ye-jun’s memory lingered within him. It might be considered wicked, but that’s how it was.
Ki Young-han embraced Yoon Ye-jun, who was breathing erratically, and continued to move his lower body. When he crushed the soft flesh and pressed down with himself, Yoon Ye-jun would let out a strange gasp, “Heeck.” Then Ki Young-han would roughly knead Yoon Ye-jun’s genitals. Squish, squish…. With every movement, a sticky liquid, whose owner was unclear, mingled, making suggestive sounds.
Yoon Ye-jun could only grip the corner of the pillow. A sensation different from climax washed over him. Should he call it a urge to urinate? He felt like he needed to pee. Was he having sex, or was he being tormented?
Ki Young-han thrust heavily and quickly from behind, then held his waist and shoved his genitals in. “It’s tight, relax, it hurts,” he was saying the words Yoon Ye-jun should have been saying.
And as he gasped and again gripped his genitals tightly, Yoon Ye-jun finally threw his head back, resting it on Ki Young-han. Ki Young-han placed his hands on Yoon Ye-jun’s chest to steady him. Yoon Ye-jun raised his hands and placed them on the bed.
Thump. Ki Young-han thrust his lower body in again. Yoon Ye-jun thrashed his legs as if having a seizure. An unbearable, dull sensation lingered in his lower abdomen for a moment before bursting as if a button had been pressed. A trickle of liquid flowed from his genitals.
“Ah, Eu, Eut…”
Uncontrolled, rough breaths escaped his lips. Yoon Ye-jun’s groin trembled violently. Ki Young-han also ejaculated at that moment. Yoon Ye-jun, receiving the semen pouring inside him, tensed his lower body again. His mouth couldn’t close, and saliva pooled at the corners of his lips, dripping down.
His gaze, unable to focus, drifted upwards. His body trembled uncontrollably. He collapsed onto the bed like someone overcome by a chill. Thump, his withdrawn genitals rested on Yoon Ye-jun’s thigh. Seeing Yoon Ye-jun’s state, Ki Young-han’s eyes widened.
“What’s wrong?”
The moment Yoon Ye-jun lost himself in pleasure, Ki Young-han regained his senses. He looked Yoon Ye-jun up and down with surprised eyes. Lying on his back, he couldn’t even draw his legs in. Semen he had ejaculated was dripping from his hole. From his genitals, a clear liquid, like urine, trickled out. His legs were spread, trembling violently, his body twitching as if electrocuted. He clearly didn’t look like someone who was okay.
“Are you alright?”
Ki Young-han shifted his position. He stroked Yoon Ye-jun’s wet hair and asked.
“Haa-heuk… Eok, Heuk…”
As Yoon Ye-jun struggled to catch his breath, tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, and Ki Young-han felt something drop with a jolt.
“Wa… water…”
At Yoon Ye-jun’s gasping words, Ki Young-han jumped up and went to the living room to fetch water, not having put anything on.
“Hup, Huup…”
Yoon Ye-jun drank the water, barely catching his breath. His hands, gripping the cup, trembled severely. Ki Young-han’s mouth felt parched. He bit his lip slightly.
“Are you feeling unwell?”
“No, no…”
“Then why? Should we go to the hospital? Get dressed, dressed…”
He even stammered. Should he say he became like this during sex? He didn’t know if he should call 119 or take him to the emergency room himself.
Not long after, Yoon Ye-jun, having managed to compose himself, chose silence. Faced with Ki Young-han, who looked worried and asked what to do with his glistening, beautifully colored genitals exposed, it was awkward to say he had experienced too much pleasure. He wanted to stay quiet, but he couldn’t. When he didn’t answer, Ki Young-han reached for his Mobile phone, prompting him to speak.
“Young-han.”
“Yes.”
“It’s because it felt too good.”
“……”
“…There must be a limit. But I went beyond that…”
Do I really have to have this conversation during sex?
Yoon Ye-jun found it absurd, but seeing Ki Young-han listening with a serious expression, he felt compelled to finish.
“It was because it felt good?”
Ki Young-han asked again. He nodded with difficulty.
“But I don’t think I can do it again today.”
“……”
“And in the future, too. Let’s limit penetration to twice. I’m only human. Even if it felt good, this is dangerous. Instead, we can touch each other a lot beforehand and give each other pleasure.”
Yoon Ye-jun spoke cautiously. He didn’t want to recall their previous encounters, but this was the first time something like this had happened, and he was flustered. He suspected it was largely due to Ki Young-han’s size and his tyrannical, self-willed nature. And it was also his own fault that they fit so incredibly well.
After speaking, Yoon Ye-jun looked up at Ki Young-han. Seeing him, whose expression he couldn’t read, Yoon Ye-jun spoke in a gentle voice.
“……”
“…Is that okay?”
“…Yes.”
With the returned answer, Yoon Ye-jun gave a weak smile and lay down on the bed. He tapped the spot next to him, gesturing to Ki Young-han, who was sitting blankly on the bed. He felt sticky and wanted to wash, but he was too exhausted. Could he sleep a little and then wash?
“Lie down next to me.”
“……”
A blank expression. Yet, his eyes flickered towards the empty space beside him. Yoon Ye-jun tapped the empty spot on the bed once more.
“Let’s lie down for a bit longer, then wash.”
He coaxed, speaking again as if soothing him, and Ki Young-han slowly lay down. He stared at the ceiling, then turned to Yoon Ye-jun. Yoon Ye-jun had no strength in his body. If he closed his eyes for even a moment, he felt he would fall asleep immediately. Soon, Ki Young-han’s voice was heard.
“I’ll help you wash when you wake up.”
“…What’s gotten into you.”
Yoon Ye-jun replied with a chuckle. His eyes slowly closed.
“You don’t have to take it out from behind?”
Ki Young-han asked. His body must be covered in semen. But Yoon Ye-jun couldn’t respond to that.
“Wake me up in an hour. I need to wash…”
He said in a soft voice.
He thought he heard a voice say, “Sleep well,” in his sleep. It probably wasn’t a mistake.