By Zephyria 
Eun-ha, after a brief hesitation, cleanly removed his hand. He thought that the comfort he offered out of his own unease might be perceived as deceit by Yeon-jun.
“…I see. Sorry. I won’t.”
With his arm lowered, he remained silent in Yeon-jun’s embrace, who still seemed unwilling to let go. He stared blankly at some point in the air.
How long had they been like that? Yeon-jun suddenly spoke in a husky voice.
“…I think I misspoke.”
“…Huh?”
“Touch me. Again.”
As he said that, he gripped Eun-ha’s wrist and gently pulled him closer. Understanding a beat late, Eun-ha momentarily stopped breathing, then burst into laughter as if his lungs were being squeezed, and raised his hand again. He stroked and patted Yeon-jun’s fine hair, who grumbled not to laugh in a sulky voice, yet embraced his waist tighter as if he were being petulant. He also patted his back. They stayed like that for a while, until Yeon-jun could calm his sorrowful heart to some extent.
A peaceful time passed, and at some point, Yeon-jun readjusted Eun-ha in his arms. Then, with a deep sigh, he buried his face completely in Eun-ha’s shoulder, as if he was a little ashamed of showing tears.
“Are you feeling a bit better?”
Yeon-jun nodded silently. Eun-ha, feeling that he seemed particularly docile, smiled slightly and slowly patted Yeon-jun’s back as he burrowed deeper into his embrace.
After pondering for a while, he opened his mouth.
“…If. Just listen as a hypothetical, Yeon-jun.”
“Yes.”
“If we were dating, let’s say.”
“……”
Yeon-jun didn’t answer. After waiting a bit and still getting no response, Eun-ha leaned back slightly to look at him, and saw that his eyes, still hazy with intoxication, were slightly glazed. Eun-ha smirked and scolded him in a stern voice.
“I said, just listen as a hypothetical.”
“……Yes.”
“…You say you like it so much now. In two years, I’ll be thirty. You’ll be twenty-two then.”
Eun-ha calmly brought up realistic concerns. Even now, there was a big age gap, but they could somehow gloss over it by saying they were both in their twenties. But who knew what would happen in a few years? He would be entering his thirties, while Yeon-jun would only be twenty-two…
“What’s wrong with that?”
“You’re at the best age.”
“…Thirty doesn’t seem like a particularly bad age either.”
“The twenty-two-year-old next to them will look a bit bad, though.”
“…I don’t really know…”
“…When you’re thirty, I’ll be thirty-eight. And if just two more years pass, when you’re thirty-two, I’ll be forty.”
Thirty-two and forty… That really did seem a bit much. Right. Now he was still young and vibrant, and he himself was still relatively young, but as time passed, the perceived differences would become much greater.
No matter how he thought about it, it was still a loss for you. That breaking up would ultimately be their fate. So, there was really no need to invest his heart like this. He was by no means someone you should be doing this for… That was roughly the serious conversation he had intended to have.
“……”
Eun-ha suddenly stiffened. Because he felt an undeniably foreign sensation beneath his thigh, which was resting on Yeon-jun’s thigh.
He was wearing cotton sweatpants today. Eun-ha had also grabbed clothes in a hurry before going out, so he was in a similar situation. Separated by thin cotton, the subtle volume conveyed along with the heat made his leg involuntarily tense up. What is this…
Unable to move easily due to the unexpected reaction, he placed his hands on Yeon-jun’s shoulders and pushed him back slightly. When their eyes met, Yeon-jun listlessly rolled his eyes.
“…Don’t look at me like that.”
“How did I look at you?”
“Like you’re looking at a pervert beyond your imagination…”
“But you are. You really are right now.”
“No, I’m not.”
It’s not my fault… Yeon-jun mumbled, hugging Eun-ha tightly again and pressing his forehead against his shoulder.
“Hyung suddenly said something lewd…”
“What…”
He couldn’t understand how he had suddenly reached that conclusion, so he could only move his lips. Yeon-jun burrowed further into his embrace and buried his face in his neck. The bridge of his nose rubbed erotically against his skin. A deep sigh tickled his skin.
“If… if we were to meet, doesn’t that mean you were thinking of being together for at least 12 years?”
“……”
So that’s how that sounds. Eun-ha was taken aback by the unexpected logic, and Yeon-jun muttered in a cracked voice.
“And, thirty-two and forty…”
He breathed slowly, his face still buried in Eun-ha’s neck. Each time, the breath that landed directly on his skin brought a consistently ticklish sensation. Eun-ha, who had been hunching his shoulders, had to tense his entire body. Because the volume he was sitting on pressed down on his thigh even more, increasing in size.
“If you suddenly talk about that, I…”
The sensation and heat from his almost fully erect member were vivid. The obvious excitement was conveyed from the object pressing firmly against his thigh. A firm strength was put into the arms that bound Eun-ha, as if trying to endure something else.
Eun-ha felt sexual tension, but also gasped for breath, utterly bewildered.
He couldn’t even begin to guess what he was stimulated by in thirty-two and forty.
What is this kid doing…
“……”
Eun-ha, slightly dumbfounded, blinked his eyes and soon regained his senses. The breath falling on his neck was entirely hot with heat. The topic they had originally intended to discuss was nowhere to be found, and it was simply an atmosphere where anything could happen.
Eun-ha knew very well how easily things could lead to sex once a small gap opened up, especially between men.
Buried in sensations etched in experience, various assumptions sprouted. Like being pushed onto the sofa and having his pants taken off, or a picture of pushing away a man who was instantly drunk with excitement but not being pushed away.
Given the situation below, it wouldn’t be strange if that happened right away. He was about to calmly sort out the situation as much as possible without provoking him.
Before he could push him away, Yeon-jun released Eun-ha from his embrace first.
He was puzzled as the strength slowly drained away, but he moved his leg to the side without hesitation. Meanwhile, Yeon-jun briefly rubbed his face roughly and placed one arm outside his thigh, as if trying to hide his lower body situation from Eun-ha.
Then, haa… he let out a long, labored sigh. He rested his wrist on his forehead as if cooling his dizzy head.
“…Thank you for taking me home.”
“……”
“Thank you, Hyung.”
It sounded like he had finished his grateful actions and was now okay to go home.
Leave quickly. Eun-ha, who got up from his seat without delay, moved his steps hesitantly.
“Then I’ll… go now.”
“Yeah…”
‘Yeah is informal.’
Eun-ha only thought to himself.
“…Get a good hangover cure tomorrow.”
Yes… Yeon-jun, who had answered like a sigh, gave the rest of his greetings in a much clearer tone.
“Sleep well. Hyung.”
Eun-ha, who had been staring blankly at Yeon-jun, who never failed to wish him a good night’s sleep even while drunk, awkwardly turned around.
It was a really strange thing.