BTT 21

21

Robert teaches Byeong-chun, who has put up quills like a hedgehog to protect himself against the great trials of the world, about Jesus’s compassion and love. The young Byeong-chun doesn’t understand Jesus’s teachings like “love your enemies” or “turn the other cheek,” but he engraves them in his heart.

Robert was running a volunteer group teaching English to children, and the intelligent Byeong-chun was invited to join.

There, Byeong-chun meets five boys with whom he’ll be bound in lifelong enmity.

Unlike Byeong-chun, who was merely a shoeshine boy and son of a traitor, they were the sons of a doctor, a school principal, a police chief, a gangster who controlled Chilseong Market, and a landowner who owned the most land in Daegu.

Byeong-chun stood out like a black bean that had fallen into a white rice jar. Naturally, the children disliked Byeong-chun. If one caught Robert’s eye, they could become a scholarship student and study abroad in America. They couldn’t accept that this small, dirty shoeshine boy might take that spot instead of one of them.

“Your mom is a Western princess, right? No? Liar. Everyone in the neighborhood has seen your mom going to the Western princess camp, so what are you talking about?”

The five villains relentlessly torment Byeong-chun. They beat, curse, humiliate, and cruelly trample him.

“Hey, since you’re the son of a Western princess, you must be half-foreign too, right? That’s why you’re good at English, right?”

At those words, for the first time, Byeong-chun raises his fist and rebels against the five children.

“My father’s name is Kim Seong-man, and my mother is not a Western princess! Apologize! Apologize to my father!”

He charged at them bravely, but there was no way the young and small Byeong-chun could defeat five boys.

Robert holds the bruised Byeong-chun and asks, “Who did this to you?”

Byeong-chun answers, “I was beaten by a passing gangster.”

Byeong-chun instinctively knew. The moment he got on the wrong side of those five families, he and his mother would no longer be able to live in Daegu. So Byeong-chun keeps his mouth shut and continues to attend the meetings.

The only person free from the five landowners of Daegu was Robert, an American citizen. Byeong-chun wanted to go to America with Robert. His dream was to become like President Syngman Rhee, who had studied in America before becoming the father of the country. It was the only hope for Byeong-chun, who had nothing.

The character Jang Young-su, played by Koo Min-sung, was the leader of these five villains and felt deep inferiority toward Byeong-chun. As usual, while being beaten by Jang Young-su, Byeong-chun accidentally injures Young-su’s face. Because of this, Young-su’s father appears at Byeong-chun’s house with gangsters.

There, he meets Byeong-chun’s mother.

Seeing Seo Myeong-ja, who was pale and beautiful unlike most twenty-eight-year-olds, Young-su’s father is overcome with sinister desire, and this later becomes a great tragedy that befalls the mother and son.

That was the content of episode 2. 

Park Hae-jun glanced at Lee A-gon. Though indifferent at first, at some point Lee A-gon had become intensely focused on the drama.

Park Hae-jun smiled contentedly. It was as expected. Lee A-gon seemed to be stimulated by seeing himself as a child.

Episode 3 began. Until now, Park Hae-jun’s face had been captured small in the background of the five villains, but now it filled the screen in close-up. And with a sharp voice, he shouted at Lee A-gon.

“Kim Byeong-chun, you poor, ignorant bastard! Get lost!”

‘Oh my.’ Park Hae-jun covered his face and groaned. ‘Why is my voice like that? How can my acting be so awkward? It’s worse than a school play!’

“What did I do so wrong? Is being poor a sin? Is not having a father a sin? Can you still claim to believe in Jesus while acting like this?”

In contrast, Lee A-gon’s voice had conviction. The acting of just an eight-year-old was quite intelligent. Park Hae-jun’s face turned bright red at the level difference between himself, who just shouted without a soul, and Lee A-gon.

“But I will forgive you. Because Jesus said to love your enemies. I can’t love you, but I can forgive you. Because I am a better person than you.”

Young Lee A-gon glared at young Park Hae-jun with tear-filled eyes and then clasped his hands together as if in prayer. In that small gesture, it was felt that the child, despite his unjust treatment, was trying to believe in and follow Jesus’s forgiveness as taught by Missionary Robert.

“Did you see that? Did you just see that? That’s you. Wow, you’re really good.”

The moment Park Hae-jun excitedly shouted, Lee A-gon moved forward. He stroked the face of young Park Hae-jun on the screen, who was glaring at Byeong-chun with a flustered expression, and pressed his cheek against it.

“What are you doing?” Park Hae-jun asked, surprised by the unexpected behavior. 

Lee A-gon rubbed his cheek against young Park Hae-jun with such an affectionate gesture.

“Do you actually remember me?”

Lee A-gon pulled his cheek away when Park Hae-jun disappeared from the screen, then drew it back with a longing expression when he reappeared, tracing the image with his hand.

Then the scene changed to Byeong-chun talking with his mother. At that, Lee A-gon lost interest and moved away from the screen. 

Park Hae-jun grabbed Lee A-gon’s shoulders to make him look his way. “Answer me. Do you know who I am?”

Lee A-gon nodded.

“Really? You remember who I am? Then… do you also know how old you are now?”

Again, he nodded. As if to say, why are you asking such a thing?

“Do you know where this is? Do you know what season it is now? Do you also know who Secretary Yang is? Do you remember what that person does?”

Lee A-gon continued nodding. Park Hae-jun laughed, “Ha.”

“Then do you also know my name?”

“……”

“What’s my name? Say it, Lee A-gon.”

Lee A-gon moved his lips with a troubled expression. A voice like air leaking gradually formed into words.

“Park Hae-jun.”

Finally, Lee A-gon made a sound similar to Park Hae-jun’s name in a faint voice. Park Hae-jun. 

“Hae…jun. Park Hae-jun

“…You!”

Park Hae-jun lunged forward and collapsed onto Lee A-gon’s body. The fragile Lee A-gon couldn’t support Park Hae-jun’s weight and fell over.

The soft carpet caught their weight. Park Hae-jun grabbed Lee A-gon’s cheeks and pressed his lips against them with a smacking sound.

“Say ‘Park Hae-jun hyung.'”

“Hae…jun hyung.”

“Say it again.”

“Park Hae-jun … hyung.”

“Again.”

“Park Hae-jun hyung.”

“Hyung. Park Hae-jun hyung. Park Hae-jun hyung.” Lee A-gon called Park Hae-jun with an increasingly clear voice. 

“Wow, shit.” Park Hae-jun cursed and inserted his tongue into Lee A-gon’s mouth. Facilitation energy flowed in with his breath into the moist oral cavity.

“Since when could you speak?”

Instead of answering, Lee A-gon held up one finger.

“One hour? One day? One week? One week, you say?”

Lee A-gon nodded. Park Hae-jun was flabbergasted.

“Why are you only telling me now? You could have said so a week ago.”

“That’s…” Lee A-gon tilted his head slightly and whispered in a timid voice. “Embar… um, embarrassing…”

‘Wow, damn.’

Park Hae-jun swallowed hard and kissed Lee A-gon again. Lee A-gon who looked like an ugly dog. Lee A-gon who looked like a plucked baby bird. 

‘This ugly bastard had been hiding his voice like a fox. While I had been asking him to try saying “hyung” he could actually speak this well all along.’

‘This ugly bastard. This cute bastard. What was so embarrassing that he hid it until now? Was calling my name that embarrassing?’

During their kiss, an erection formed. Rather than feeling sexual desire, it was a natural response. The two slept in the same bed, and Lee A-gon sucked Park Hae-jun’s penis every night. Now Park Hae-jun would often get erect when their bodies were close. It was a kind of automatic reflex.

Park Hae-jun hastily reached down and took off his pants. Lee A-gon’s eyes widened as he glanced at the window. It was still daytime. This kind of activity was only supposed to happen at night in bed, but his brother had broken the rule.

“Don’t you want to?”

When Park Hae-jun asked, Lee A-gon hurriedly shook his head. Of course he wanted to. He quickly went down under Park Hae-jun and took his penis in his mouth.

“Say my name.”

As his penis entered the warm mucous membrane, his whole body tensed and he felt the urge to ejaculate. 

‘Ah, I’m about to come right away.’ Park Hae-jun held back, straining until veins stood out on his neck.

“Hmm? My name. Say it again.”

“Mmm… Park Hae-jun … yung.”

The pronunciation was imprecise because of the penis in his mouth.

“Say it again.”

“Hae-jun…hyung. Park Hae-jun hyung.”

“Shit,” Park Hae-jun cursed briefly as he tilted his head back and ejaculated. Lee A-gon’s mouth became wet with semen.

Phew. 

Park Hae-jun embraced Lee A-gon tightly and caught his breath for a while. 

Phew, hoo, 

After only making deep breathing sounds, he suddenly lifted his head and asked, “Aren’t you getting erect?”

“……”

“Have you never? Been erect?”

“……”

“Let me see yours too.”

At those words, Lee A-gon made a startled expression and shook his head.

“Come on. There might be something wrong, you know.”

During this time, Park Hae-jun had frequently become erect with Lee A-gon. It was inevitable since he was putting his penis in someone else’s mouth, but still, he had gotten erect.

‘But why doesn’t he get erect? When he loves cock so much, why? Could it be that I wasn’t good enough to make him erect?’

Park Hae-jun reached down and grabbed Lee A-gon’s penis. Lee A-gon gasped and hunched his shoulders.

‘Huh, this…?’

Park Hae-jun frowned. Lee A-gon’s was slightly erect. As he kneaded it more firmly, it became thicker and harder.

“Ah, no, until now. Didn’t… happen.” Lee A-gon stammered, “A few days ago, suddenly… it became like this. Really didn’t… happen before.”

He covered his face with both hands and made a sobbing sound. Then he continued speaking with a voice studded with tears, “I’m sorry. I don’t know. Why suddenly… this is happening. Really sorry…”

His large shoulders hunched forward. He was cowed like a dog scolded for mounting its owner’s leg. His waist bent forward more and more as Lee A-gon took urgent breaths, then raised only his eyes to gauge Park Hae-jun’s reaction. 

When their eyes met, he quickly lowered his head.