By Zephyria That’s How It Happened (4)
“Kuwaaaack! Cough!”
“Oh, why again! Oh my! Oh my! Have a candy!”
After a commotion, Seong Mu-yeon sat down in a quiet corner as Wang Ho-jun led him.
“How can you be like this when you’ve spent so much time with Senior Brother Baek? You know his personality well. The one who cares loses.”
Baek Ryeo-il? Perhaps no one in this world knows him better than Seong Mu-yeon. That’s why he was even more annoyed. There was a huge gap between knowing something and actually experiencing it.
What really pissed him off was that Baek Ryeo-il never told him the reason in situations like this.
As if he weren’t the Young master, he carried all the weight, making people around him unable to sleep from worry, and then, when his mood was resolved, he would return as if nothing had happened, making it a living hell for the one on the receiving end.
If only he would talk it out!
Seong Mu-yeon calmed himself down only after taking several more swigs from the bottle, harming himself.
“Look over there! They’re releasing sky lanterns.”
As he said, sky lanterns were flying one by one into the dark sky. Their number gradually increased, and soon the yellow light would fill the sky.
“Pretty, isn’t it? It’s the grand finale of today’s event. They release them with the meaning of wishing for great fortune. Young master, why don’t you release one too?”
Wang Ho-jun, trying hard to change the subject, was pathetic. He didn’t believe in such folk beliefs, but seeing Seong Mu-yeon’s hands empty, he went somewhere to get a sky lantern. Considering Wang Ho-jun’s sincerity, he pretended to make a wish and released it. The sky lantern procession embroidering the sky was truly spectacular.
Seong Mu-yeon, who was blankly looking at the sky, suddenly noticed a sky lantern rising late in the distance. It was in the direction where Baek Ryeo-il was sitting. He also happened to leave a sky lantern there.
‘Could it be Baek Ryeo-il?’
But he soon shook his head and dismissed the thought.
‘It can’t be.’
The sky was filled with floating yellow light.
Baek Ryeo-il got up only after the sky lantern disappeared from his sight.
‘He must be falling asleep now.’
He was still focusing all his attention on Seong Mu-yeon’s every move. He knew everything without directly facing him, such as when he fell asleep and how much he ate. Seong Mu-yeon had been falling asleep early in the evening these days, but today he had an event and stayed up late, so he must have returned to Emerald Pavilion, unable to overcome his fatigue.
Thinking so, Baek Ryeo-il came down to the plaza and was stunned by the unexpected sight.
“Senior Brother Baek! You came just in time. Please take Young master Seong Mu-yeon.”
Seong Mu-yeon, who was completely drunk, couldn’t walk properly and was being carried on Wang Ho-jun’s back with his legs tangled. Wang Ho-jun dumped him onto Baek Ryeo-il like a piece of luggage. The smell of alcohol wafted from his breaths.
“Who made him drink?”
“I’m wronged. No one told him to drink, but he started drinking from the bottle by himself and ended up like this. Who knew he was so weak with alcohol? Sigh. Anyway, Happy New Year.”
Wang Ho-jun left.
“…….”
Baek Ryeo-il was left alone with the staggering Seong Mu-yeon in the empty plaza where people had already dispersed.
Baek Ryeo-il properly held up Seong Mu-yeon, who was limp like a water-soaked cotton, and headed to Emerald Pavilion. Seong Mu-yeon’s unique body fragrance was felt amidst the faint scent of alcohol. Even the cool, quiet night road made his heart flutter.
Baek Ryeo-il wished this road would never end. He could temporarily shake off his complicated worries, at least in the darkness where no one could see.
As he entered the darkened Emerald Pavilion, the darkness deepened, and the walls and ceiling surrounding him further stripped away the lies that covered his heart.
Baek Ryeo-il laid Seong Mu-yeon on the bed and sat quietly beside him. Whenever he couldn’t bear it, he would sneak in like a thief and watch his sleeping face all night long.
As he raised his hand to sweep up the fallen bangs, Seong Mu-yeon frowned slightly as if uncomfortable. Baek Ryeo-il rubbed the distorted eyebrows and unknowingly smiled.
He wished the sun would never rise like this forever. He was afraid to walk step by step into tomorrow, where he had to solve a problem he didn’t know the answer to.
If time stopped, Seong Mu-yeon would no longer be in pain. He wouldn’t have to give him to anyone. The illusion became a sweet temptation and captivated Baek Ryeo-il’s heart.
At that moment, Seong Mu-yeon, who he thought was asleep, opened his eyes wide.
His eyes rolled and went to Baek Ryeo-il’s hand, which was hovering near his head.
“Ah, then… rest.”
Baek Ryeo-il, flustered, quickly withdrew his hand and tried to get up, but suddenly the world tilted, and Baek Ryeo-il was lying on the bed, and Seong Mu-yeon was holding his chest.
“Se, Seong Mu-yeon?”
Baek Ryeo-il was worried that he had been caught peeking, but Seong Mu-yeon still had a dazed look as if he was still drunk. As his heart started pounding like crazy under the chest he was holding, Baek Ryeo-il quietly got up.
“What are you doing? Move…”
“Just stay still.”
Suddenly, Seong Mu-yeon buried his lips on his neck. Baek Ryeo-il was startled by the unexpected action and stiffened.
“Ugh…”
He wanted to push Seong Mu-yeon away, but the scent of alcohol and body fragrance rushed in, making his head dizzy. He loosened his belt himself and revealed his bare skin between the collar.
But he wasn’t a pubescent child, so he tried hard to hold on to his reason. He endured the ticklish breath licking his neck and barely pushed his shoulder away a little.
“Why? Don’t you want to?”
Seong Mu-yeon spoke surprisingly clearly. His pronunciation wasn’t slurred, and his tone was the same. But looking at his expression, he seemed displeased at being rejected.
Baek Ryeo-il cursed inwardly.
‘How could I not want to!’
It was the first time he had such intimate contact since he became aware of his feelings. The budding feelings of love that he was experiencing for the first time were combined with an unquenchable desire, and his center had been stiff for a long time. It was extremely embarrassing.
“You, you’re drunk now…”
As he bit his tongue and said something he didn’t mean, Seong Mu-yeon tilted his head.
“Me? Do I look like I’m drunk?”
Seong Mu-yeon looked so normal that even Baek Ryeo-il was unsure. Only his facial muscles were slightly relaxed, and he smelled of alcohol, but he didn’t look like someone who couldn’t even stand up a little while ago.
Seong Mu-yeon smiled slightly and said.
“You say that, but it doesn’t seem like you hate it.”
He had already discovered Baek Ryeo-il’s erect penis. As he rubbed his lips on Baek Ryeo-il’s collarbone and subtly pressed down on the hard phallus, Baek Ryeo-il squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t breathe.
“Don’t do that, cooperate a little. My body is too hot, I can’t stand it.”
“……Huh?”
Baek Ryeo-il regained some sense of reason due to the strange sense of incongruity.
“What did you just say?”
“What did I say?”
Seong Mu-yeon, with his lips on his skin, looked up at him seductively and rubbed his lower body blatantly. Then he straightened his back and took his hand and placed it on the desire that had risen between his legs.
“Haa… Touch me. Quickly.”
“…….”
Baek Ryeo-il’s mind became complicated. He must be drunk after all. There was no way Seong Mu-yeon would do this if he was in his right mind, right? To push his own thing first and ask to be touched.
Seong Mu-yeon could still embarrass him.
But unlike his heart, the sensation of the phallus in his hand was familiar and sweet.
“Haa… Harder…”
Really…
Feeling Seong Mu-yeon’s desire that was already emitting heat, Baek Ryeo-il’s face flushed. The hair on his whole body stood on end and he even felt a chill.
In the end, he raised his upper body slightly and began to shake Seong Mu-yeon’s and his own at the same time.
“Ugh… Aah…”
Seong Mu-yeon’s body was hot. He was as hot as he said, heated by alcohol and lust.
“Do you like it?”
Baek Ryeo-il gasped roughly. Seong Mu-yeon stimulated him even if he didn’t do anything, but since he was being so active, there was no way he could resist. He had no choice but to succumb to his instincts.
“I like it…….”
Baek Ryeo-il swallowed his trembling lips. Hot breath and tongue hotter than the hot lips made him drunk. Baek Ryeo-il, who was fine no matter how strong the alcohol he drank, was so easily drunk by Seong Mu-yeon that it was absurd.