By Zephyria 
Side Story 8
There’s a saying that a good beginning is half the battle. Lee Sa-young thought that, at least when it came to Cha Eui-jae, the old sayings of the ancestors were spot on.
‘Is it because I’m an old fart?’
A month had passed since the first day they touched each other’s genitals. Although it started with the unfortunate event of a cracked rib, Cha Eui-jae became more cooperative as time went on. When Sa-young subtly hugged his waist and asked, “Can we do it today?” he would skillfully twist his arm and run away, but he wouldn’t kick him. And the frequency of running away had decreased.
Sometimes, Eui-jae would climb on top of Sa-young and kiss him first. It was a great development.
However, Lee Sa-young didn’t rush the insertion. If he put his thing in? Of course, it would be good. But no matter how strong he was, he would feel pain.
Sa-young wanted Eui-jae to feel only pleasure, without any pain, from the first insertion. He knew that Cha Eui-jae could endure pain well. That’s why he wanted to give him only pleasure.
Sa-young continued to poke his rear with his fingers. Until Hyung got used to it. He had come to a slightly distorted conclusion because he cared so much for Hyung.
Of course, Eui-jae, who was on the receiving end, felt like he was going crazy. Because it felt good, and because it was annoying.
‘Crazy bastard.’
Lee Sa-young was ruthless. He was not just any ruthless guy. Once he put his finger in, he kept tormenting his prostate until he was kicked away to stop, and he didn’t put anything else in except his finger.
Eui-jae had always adapted quickly, and he was good at everything that involved his body. He was already used to the finger. He was also ready to accept Lee Sa-young’s monstrous thing, which always showed off its presence.
No, the finger felt good. But doing this for a month was starting to make him angry.
‘I stayed up all night thinking and said I’d let you fuck me. Why aren’t you fucking me?’
Eventually, Eui-jae exploded and grabbed Sa-young by the collar.
“Damn it, Sa-young. Stop putting your finger in and put your dick in, damn it!”
Even so, Sa-young remained steadfast.
“I can’t. You’re still clenching your finger so much. It’s too tight.”
“Ah, just try putting it in!”
“I can’t.”
Every time, he would get his dick hard and then ask why he wouldn’t put it in. For the first time in a long time, Eui-jae felt like he wanted to solve everything with violence. It was the anger he had felt long ago when they didn’t know each other’s identities.
He took a deep breath and clenched his fist.
“Sa-young….”
His purple eyes blinked as if telling him to continue. Here, it was necessary to use a firm and somewhat extreme method. It was a so-called shock therapy.
Eui-jae opened his mouth firmly.
“No contact for a while.”
“…Huh?”
His purple eyes narrowed. Eui-jae deliberately looked straight into those eyes and said each word clearly.
“No kissing, no holding hands, no touching bodies like hugging. Let’s put some physical distance between us.”
“…Put some distance?”
Sa-young’s eyebrows twitched. Amused, or perhaps embarrassed, he moved his black fingers and rubbed his pants.
“Yeah. We’ve been too close lately.”
“Ha…, no contact. Suddenly?”
Sa-young snorted. But when there was no change in Eui-jae’s expression, he swept his hair back in annoyance. It was a movement that betrayed some anxiety.
“Okay, fine. Let’s say I’m banning it. Tell me when you’re going to lift it.”
Eui-jae scratched his cheek.
“Haven’t decided?”
“Huh?”
“It’s up to me. If you do well, I’ll lift it early.”
Eui-jae strode towards the front door. Poison must be fought with Poison. Let’s see if he’ll say he won’t put it in even after not touching it for a long time.
Just then, Sa-young, who had followed him, grabbed the doorframe. He growled.
“Where are you going?”
“Going to make Hangover Soup, why.”
Sa-young glared at him with sharp eyes and asked.
“…Are you coming home after work?”
“Why?”
“Are you coming? Answer me first.”
“……”
Hmm, if he wanted to make him more anxious, shouldn’t he be hanging around in front of Lee Sa-young? Sa-young frowned, unable to wait even for the short gap that occurred while Eui-jae was thinking.
“…Don’t tell me you’re thinking of not using the same bed?”
“What?”
Eui-jae tried to follow Sa-young’s train of thought. Why did the story jump from no contact to sleeping in the same bed? Did he think of no contact as something like distancing? Is he worried that I won’t come home and won’t sleep in the same bed?
‘Ah, shit….’
He tried hard to hold back the corners of his mouth, which were trying to rise. Ah, you cute bastard. He was already starting to feel less angry. Eui-jae covered his mouth and cleared his throat.
“No, am I running away from home? I’m coming home. And I’ll sleep in the same bed.”
“……”
“Only contact is prohibited. Got it?”
Lee Sa-young still had an unhappy face, but he nodded slowly. Eui-jae barely managed to resist the urge to mess up Sa-young’s hair. And he quickly escaped as if running away.
Eui-jae rubbed his hands, which were itching because he couldn’t stroke his hair, and thought.
‘Sa-young, this is all for us.’
He chose a one-step retreat for the sake of advancement.
* * *
The no-contact order was followed reasonably well. Sa-young had a dissatisfied look on his face, but he tried his best not to touch him. Eui-jae also moved his body like a loach to get out of the way whenever Sa-young tried to touch him.
The most dangerous moment was when they fell asleep in the same bed. It had become a habit to hug each other to sleep, so he would reach out and hug him in his sleep. Especially Cha Eui-jae himself, who had issued the no-contact order.
Every time Eui-jae opened his eyes, he was hugging Sa-young, and after regaining his senses, he would quickly take his arm away. Sa-young would laugh and say, “No contact, huh?” but he couldn’t hide his disappointment when his arm fell away.
Two weeks passed like that.
A time that was short if it was short, and long if it was long. During that time, Sa-young’s face became noticeably more crumpled day by day. His head, which had been straight, was now tilted as if he was about to pick a fight, and his bright smile had turned into a cold sneer. The sight of him sitting with his legs crossed at the center table of the Hanover Soup Restaurant was like a silent warning: ‘I’m in a bad mood, so take care of yourself.’
It was so obvious that Honeybee muttered, “Ugh, why do I feel like fighting with Lee Sa-young so much today?” and even Bae Won-woo, who didn’t give a damn about reading the room, trembled and asked if something was wrong with Sa-young these days.
‘Ah~ I want to lift it….’
Of course, Eui-jae was suffering from withdrawal symptoms no less than Lee Sa-young. He wanted to stroke Lee Sa-young’s soft curly hair and cheeks, hold his hand, and hug him tightly. He agonized. Shouldn’t I lift it soon?
But what if he doesn’t give in even if I do this?
‘Then I’ll really have to borrow a chain from Jung-bin, what else can I do….’
Eui-jae made up his mind.
‘Let’s wait just three more days and then lift it.’
If he continued any longer, it was obvious that he would only repeat a time of torture that no one would be happy with. And, most importantly.
‘…I’m going crazy.’
The moment he brushed even a fingertip against Sa-young, heat began to rise from the touched area. Just like before, when they drew a line and deliberately didn’t cross it.
The vicious Lee Sa-young had completely tamed Eui-jae’s body.
However, the only difference from that time was that he had set a date for when he could cross the line. Eui-jae licked his dry lips.
Three days. Just three days.
Eui-jae didn’t think he could bear it any longer than that.
* * *
After making that decision, the next day.
Eui-jae woke up early as usual and finished preparing for work. Sa-young came out to see Eui-jae off with his hair still damp after showering. He stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall. It seemed he was going to sleep a little more and then go to work at the Hanover Soup Restaurant.
“What time are you coming?”
“Well, around lunchtime….”
Sa-young replied in a languid, sleepy voice. Eui-jae nodded and began to take out his sneakers and put them on. Sa-young yawned softly and followed Eui-jae’s every move with his eyes.
That’s when it happened.
Drip, drip, drip.
The sound of raindrops hitting.
The sensitive sense of smell of the Awakened quickly recognized the smell of wet soil and rain. Eui-jae stopped while crumpling his heels into his sneakers. Sa-young looked back. Beyond his back, raindrops left thin trails on the window that was barely visible.
He muttered in a languid voice.
“It’s raining.”
“Is it? I don’t think there was a forecast for rain…. Do you have an umbrella?”
“I don’t.”
“What? Why not?”
Thud, a large hand grabbed the doorframe. Eui-jae looked up at a view that was now a little higher than before. Their eyes met. His eyes narrowed slightly.
“…I lost them all, the umbrellas.”
“……”
“So I can’t lend you one.”
Lie.
He’s been living in this house for a while, would he not know where the umbrellas are? The umbrellas are in the built-in closet on the far left of the entrance. Black and blue, and a few vinyl umbrellas. As his gaze turned towards the built-in closet,
“J.”
A name he hadn’t heard in a long time.
His heart beat rapidly for a moment.
Eui-jae reacted reflexively as soon as he heard the name J. When he turned his head, Sa-young’s face, which had taken a step closer, filled his vision. Long eyelashes fluttered. A black tongue was visible between his parted lips. A low voice whispered.
“What should we do… J.”