By Zephyria 
It was truly an unbelievable thing.
Seung-pyo stared intently at his reflection in the mirror as if looking at a stranger. Usually, this was a place where he would make various expressions, satisfied with his features becoming more adult-like, or flex his arms to check the muscles growing firmer by the day. Today, however, Oh Seung-pyo was looking at himself with a different gaze.
Perhaps because his restlessness since the afternoon was so obvious, Seung-pyo had been scolded by his Hyung for acting like a nervous puppy. It felt unfair, but he couldn’t explain the situation. How could he possibly tell his Hyung, “I made a bet with a classmate and lost, so I have to film myself masturbating and send it today”? His Hyung would breathe fire, curse him out, beat him senseless, and then snatch his phone and smash it to pieces. Even then, he wouldn’t have been able to utter a single word of protest.
A few days had passed since the chaos following the self-grading results, and today, the long-awaited poster was put up at school. There was no plot twist. The familiar sight for the students of Ilyang Boys’ High School repeated itself: Ryu Jae-min’s name was at the very top, and Oh Seung-pyo’s three-letter name was written neatly right below it.
The frustration of losing again or the resentment that he might have won had faded during the days between the self-grading and the posting of the results; thus, Seung-pyo felt indifferent upon checking the poster. It was so identical to usual that the fact that a fierce bet had existed between the two felt like nothing more than a dream.
‘Keep your promise.’
However, Ryu Jae-min reminded him of the cold reality. As he brushed past Seung-pyo, who was standing in front of the poster, he urged him to fulfill the condition.
Though it was a condition he had accepted himself, he still wasn’t keen on it. To think that a perfectly normal guy like him had to mimic something a pervert like Ryu Jae-min did as a hobby…
Seung-pyo let out a deep sigh and whipped off the t-shirt he was wearing. His boyish body, which had no room for excess fat, was growing firmer day by day through various ball sports and small muscle exercises like push-ups and pull-ups.
Seung-pyo inhaled, puffing out his chest and lats, and then exhaled slowly to make his defined abs stand out. After taking a few deep breaths, he finally seemed to make up his mind and pulled out his phone.
He opened the camera app and switched it to selfie mode. When his awkward face appeared on the screen, Seung-pyo quickly lowered the phone and propped it up on the desk at an angle where his face wouldn’t be visible. He delicately adjusted the distance so that only his neck, upper body, and groin were in the frame.
He pulled down the waistbands of his underwear and training pants slightly and pulled out his dormant member. Though it hadn’t hardened yet, that part of him was already a full-grown adult.
When had he first started masturbating? He couldn’t remember if it was in the 6th grade of elementary school or the 1st year of middle school. Regardless, since awakening to sexuality around that time, Seung-pyo had performed similar acts countless times. However, he had never touched himself for the purpose of showing someone else—let alone a male classmate.
Knowing that this was for display made the act feel incredibly awkward. He wondered if his cock would even get hard. There was no excitement accompanying the prospect of a transgressive and lewd act; instead, he was filled with the same bashfulness he felt when standing shirtless in line for a physical examination.
It was slightly past 11 PM. His Hyung had rushed out around 10, saying some Seonbaes from school were calling him, so he wouldn’t crawl back in drunk until dawn.
With him alone in the house and the TV off, the silence was profound. In the stillness, his senses seemed to sharpen. Even small sounds caught his ear; the sound of cars passing outside, which he usually ignored, sounded remarkably loud today.
…A softly settled, peaceful atmosphere and silence suited Ryu Jae-min better than a boisterous environment or noise. Though Jae-min wasn’t exactly a man of few words once he opened his mouth, nor was he someone who only spoke politely, everyone would agree with this thought. The top student of the school, Ryu Jae-min, was exceptionally good at acting the part of the kind, quiet model student.
As he thought of Ryu Jae-min, it felt as if another person’s presence was slowly manifesting in the empty room. Although there was only a white wall across the desk, imagining Jae-min sitting there, looking at him with that familiar expressionless face, made him feel strange. What would he say if he saw him now?
‘What are you doing? Hurry up.’
It would be something like that at most. Since he was a guy who was cute to internet perverts but stiff as a board with him, there was no way he’d be cooperative.
However, just imagining Ryu Jae-min’s voice, expression, gestures, or gaze made the awkwardness fade slightly. Seung-pyo let out another deep sigh. If the first sigh had come from despair, this one was slightly excited.
“This is a video I’m filming because Ryu Jae-min, from Class 3, Grade 2 of Ilyang Boys’ High School, told me to.”
After saying that as if reciting an announcement, he gripped his member—not yet fully hard—with a hand covered in lotion. It felt strange to masturbate in silence. Oh Seung-pyo began to speak, as if leaving a video message for the person who would later check the screen.
“Hey, Ryu Jae-min.”
Rather than words squeezed out because the act was awkward or to intentionally create a erotic atmosphere, it was closer to his everyday tone, as if Jae-min were actually in front of him. Seung-pyo continued, chuckling unconsciously.
“Your cock is smaller than mine, right? I could tell from the one you filmed before.”
As he gripped the shaft and stroked upward, the member, which had shown no sign of erecting at first, quickly swelled and began to grow angry.
The shaft, now standing straight enough to touch his navel, had grown large enough that he had to use both hands to grip it properly. Seung-pyo laughed, shaking his member while holding the tip as if to show off the size.
Then, Seung-pyo stroked the entire shaft slowly, and later, rotated his wrist to pump the upper part. He also wrapped his palm around the blunt, protruding glans and rubbed it.
As the gradually roughening sound of his breath mixed with the sticky sound of the lotion, it felt like he was creating a literal masturbation video, complete with sound effects. Seung-pyo licked his lips.
“You, haa, seem to like… touching here.”
In a social media video from long ago, Ryu Jae-min had rubbed the glans with his palm several times, and after repeating this a few times, he had stopped, trembling as if unable to withstand the pleasure. It was a silent video without a face, but every time Ryu Jae-min hesitated and gasped with his whole body, it was fucking erotic.
If he felt that much with his own hand, it would be even more if someone else touched him. If it weren’t for that annoying double-correct answer in English, he could have held Ryu Jae-min down and played with him…
While masturbating, Seung-pyo imagined how Jae-min would react if he touched him like this. Consequently, his touch became stickier and more dense than usual. The awkwardness and shame he felt at the start seemed to have evaporated in the heat; now, Seung-pyo was kneading his member, intentionally adjusting the speed for the viewer.
“You do the pressure thing too. But… huff, I heard if you do pressure masturbation often, it’s hard to ejaculate normally later…”
It was something he usually did without a second thought, but being conscious of filming and thinking that Ryu Jae-min would check the video made him far more aroused.
Seung-pyo grit his teeth, feeling that if he didn’t keep talking nonsense, he would cum soon. There were no instructions to film for more than a few minutes, but…
‘If I cum too fast, I’ll look like I have premature ejaculation.’
As the sensation of ejaculation grew stronger, he spoke less, not wanting to reveal his desperation. Fearing he would look ridiculous if he panted too hard, he tried his best to steady his breathing while adjusting the intensity of his hand movements. Huff, he was hot, and a light sweat had begun to break out.
“Hey, I’m hot, so I’m gonna drink some water.”
Stopping his masturbation, Seung-pyo suddenly opened a water bottle and drank. Gulp, gulp—matching the sound of him drinking, his erect member bobbed with a heavy weight.
By the time he finished drinking, a thin stream of water trickled down from below his lips, running down his neck and chest onto his abs.
“Ah, cold. My cock almost died.”
The reddened shaft didn’t seem likely to subside just from cold water, but Seung-pyo chuckled and joked.
“Going back to it.”
The squelching sound of rubbing wet skin seemed far from subsiding.
* * *
Today, the atmosphere at Jae-min’s house was unusually good. The helper lady, who had stayed late to prepare a lavish dinner, was preparing to leave with a pleasant smile.
Since it was uncomfortable to keep sitting with his parents, Jae-min followed her to the entrance to see her off. The lady made a fuss as she put on her shoes.
“Jae-min, congratulations. A perfect score! My goodness, I didn’t even know such scores existed while raising my own children.”
“The questions were a bit easy this time.”
When he answered with an awkward smile, the helper lady left the house with a beaming face, saying he was even humble.
She had always been fond of Jae-min, but she wasn’t happy simply because he got a perfect score. It was because his mother, delighted by the news of her son’s perfect midterm score, had given her a generous bonus in exchange for a special request to set up a celebratory dinner.
Regardless, everyone in the house was happy and the meal was delicious, so Jae-min wasn’t in a bad mood. When he returned to the living room, his mother and father, still sitting at the table, were talking in lowered voices.
“Somin only got a perfect score on her school exams twice in total throughout high school.”
“See? I told you Jae-min could do it if he tried.”
“Anyway, keep a close eye on Jae-min so he doesn’t stray onto another path.”
While Jae-min had been seeing the helper off, the topic of his parents’ conversation had shifted to his Noona. Well, it was true that his Noona had been better at studying than him. That was why his parents regretted the reality that she hadn’t lived according to their wishes.
Even after overhearing his parents, he felt nothing. Jae-min called out to them indifferently.
“Father, Mother. I’ll head to my room now.”
“Alright. You worked very hard for this exam. If you keep this up, there’s nothing to worry about.”
He felt no particular emotion at his father’s praise either. However, Jae-min smiled as if he were pleased and said goodbye.
“Yes, have a good rest.”
Whether it was the day the exams ended, the day the grades were announced, or the day he maintained his rank as number one and won the bet, nothing was particularly special for Jae-min.
Some kids would get excited on the last day of exams and gather in groups to go to PC cafes or arcades, or they would go home early and roll around doing nothing, spending the whole day watching YouTube, but Jae-min didn’t belong to that group. A perfect score in all subjects was certainly a happy thing for Jae-min, but he had already tasted enough of that joy on the day the double-correct answer in English was recognized.
Until he became an adult and left this daily routine, every day was the same. Another day among identical days had passed. Only one sophomore midterm was over; there was still over a year left before the college entrance results were decided.
Jae-min sat at his desk after finishing brushing his teeth. The fact that he got a perfect score in all subjects this time was no reason to skip his daily preview and review. He studied for about two hours without distraction before stretching.
‘Should I sleep now?’
Looking at the clock, it was nearly 11:30. He had done everything he needed to do for today. Without any lingering discomfort or guilt, Jae-min got up from the desk, did some simple stretching, and opened the door.
“Good night.”
There was already no one in the living room, but after leaving a night greeting, Jae-min lay down on his bed.
He stealthily pulled out the second phone he had hidden under the mattress. He went into social media to check his DMs, but there was no news from his only follower.
‘When is he planning to send it? Did he fall asleep without filming?’
He had clearly told him to send it today, but there was total silence. There were only 30 minutes left in the day. He had spoken so eloquently when suggesting the bet; was he planning to ignore it?
He didn’t even want to see a video of that guy doing it alone, but if the loser didn’t keep his promise, he wouldn’t let it slide. If not this way, he would think of another way to humiliate him no matter what.
As he frowned and stared silently at the phone screen, a new message notification suddenly flashed. When he tapped the message icon, the chat with Oh Seung-pyo was updated at the very top.
Entering the chat, there was a video file waiting to be played at the top, and a short message attached below.
I sent it before 12
Jae-min snorted and replied immediately.
Why did it take so long?
What took so long
Do you jerk off from early evening at home?
I’ll check it first
Now?
Then when
It has sound, so be careful. I’m sleeping.
Oh Seung-pyo disappeared, leaving a word that he was sleeping as if making a getaway.
Right, the sound. Jae-min hurriedly took out his earphones. Even after putting them in, he lowered the phone volume just in case, then stopped his hand just as he was about to play the video.
‘Oh Seung-pyo’s masturbation video…’
He had demanded the same thing because he wanted revenge for the way Seung-pyo had talked trash, calling him a whore or a slut after seeing his own social media videos, or how he had acted annoyingly, telling him to act like a whore in front of him…
Honestly, he didn’t want to see it. At this point, this was a penalty Ryu Jae-min had imposed on himself. If he won the bet, he should have looked down with joy and triumph as the loser writhed in defeat and shame, but instead, Jae-min was about to be forced to watch a video he didn’t even want to see.
He had done such things while imagining what Oh Seung-pyo had said to him, but that was merely a fake Oh Seung-pyo created in his head. He knew that much. A scene of the real Oh Seung-pyo masturbating would surely be dirty and hideous; in fact, after watching this video, he might not even want to kiss him anymore.
He could just not watch it, but he had to know the contents of the video to tease Oh Seung-pyo from various angles. Jae-min sighed so deeply the bed seemed to sink, and as if he had made a great decision, he finally pressed the play button.
The black, frozen screen soon began to move. Oh Seung-pyo’s naked body was suddenly captured from the front.
Jae-min coughed slightly, like someone who had choked. He had told him to masturbate, but he had never told him to take his clothes off; he was being excessively diligent.
After a moment of rustling sounds, the sound of Oh Seung-pyo sighing was heard from slightly above. Hearing a sigh before anything even happened, the flustered Jae-min regained his composure and felt like being sarcastic.
‘Do you think I’m watching this because I want to?’
Thinking back, it was funny. The guy who had openly laughed at him, saying he’d lose anyway when Jae-min suggested a basketball bet, had been the one to first propose a bet based on exam rankings, of all things.
If you looked at it in detail, Oh Seung-pyo, who had missed first place by a narrow margin time and again, had a much higher winning probability than Ryu Jae-min, who had never even played a basketball game in his life. Still, it was by no means a bet with a guaranteed victory.
Then again, if it had been a bet where Oh Seung-pyo’s victory was guaranteed, he wouldn’t have accepted the proposal in the first place. While Jae-min was lost in these thoughts, Seung-pyo’s voice played.
[This is a video I’m filming because Ryu Jae-min, from Class 3, Grade 2 of Ilyang Boys’ High School, told me to.]
The reason he didn’t omit the school, grade, class, and Jae-min’s name, mentioning the full personal details, was obvious without asking. It was a trick to drag Jae-min into it in case the video ever left the hands of the two.
He would have done the same. Jae-min let out a light, hollow laugh and continued to watch the video. Seeing the way he talked, it seemed it would be more interesting than expected, which was a relief.
Oh Seung-pyo squeezed lotion onto his palm and gripped the object below. The member, which had been barely visible and cut off until now, entered the frame.
Even before erection, the large member was gripped in his hand and rubbed slowly. Only the sticky friction sound caused by the lotion was heard faintly in the silence. There was no way the temperature could be transmitted through the screen, but the viewer felt hotter, as if the surrounding temperature had risen. Feeling strange, Jae-min swallowed hard.
[Hey, Ryu Jae-min.]
While his heart was pounding with an inexplicable tension, Jae-min was startled when his name was suddenly called.
He hurriedly pulled out his earphones and listened to the surroundings. Fortunately, his parents seemed to have fallen asleep, as the living room was deathly quiet.
[Your cock is smaller than mine, right? I could tell from the one you filmed before.]
The words that followed were provocative. Seung-pyo, who had been rubbing his penis slowly at first, now began to stroke it upward with force. What had been large even before he stood up grew as thick as a forearm, hardening as it surged fully upright.
Jae-min’s face flushed red, and he unconsciously stole a glance inside his own underwear. He didn’t have many opportunities to see other boys’ dicks, and even when he did, they were always flaccid, so he couldn’t be certain if his was large or small. However, he had always believed that he wasn’t small.
This was because, while running his SNS account, he had heard all sorts of things—comments that his cock was larger than expected, or that a “promising little slut” who was already eager to have his hole dug out wouldn’t have any use for a big dick anyway, or that a large cock would be great for tormenting a dick-hole. Regardless, from their cheap sexual harassment, he could easily gather the conclusion that “Ryu Jae-min’s penis is on the larger side.”
Though the only point of comparison was himself, even to Jae-min, Seung-pyo’s seemed to be above the standard. The shape—thick and long with almost no curve until it reached the glans—was also different from his own. He suddenly remembered a piece of firewood stacked for fuel in a corner of a pension when his parents had once taken him to a family gathering of professors from the same school.
Seung-pyo gripped the tip of the glans and shook his penis with a smile. Despite being forced to film a masturbation video, the atmosphere suggested that he was enjoying the situation rather than feeling humiliated.
‘I shouldn’t have made him do it.’
The one whose face was flushed with embarrassment just from watching was, ironically, Jae-min. He should have asked for something else. In the screen, Seung-pyo looked far too cheerful for someone who had lost a bet.
Jae-min had spent a year running a deviant account and had been plagued by all kinds of perverts. He thought he could watch Oh Seung-pyo’s masturbation video as indifferently as one watches theater advertisements before a movie, but as the stiffly erect penis shook before his eyes, he felt as if his face would explode before the act even truly began.
Come to think of it, he was the type to film what people told him to film; he didn’t have much interest in watching others. Although he had started the SNS account after being stimulated by an account he discovered by chance, he stopped browsing other accounts once he began posting his own photos and videos. Since he was indifferent even to the porn most people sought out, he was nearly devoid of immunity to the “watching” side of things.
Unconsciously, Jae-min checked the playback bar. The current playback time was not yet a minute, but the entire video was a whopping 30 minutes long.
What the hell was this crazy bastard filming for so long? Jae-min gaped in disbelief.
[Huu, haaa….]
While Jae-min was feeling anxious, Seung-pyo’s touch was becoming increasingly bold. The squelching sound of transparent pre-cum mixing with lotion at the tip of the glans grew louder, and Seung-pyo’s breathing became ragged.
Having played basketball together, Jae-min had heard Oh Seung-pyo breathe heavily a few times, but this was clearly distinguishable from the breathing one does during exercise. Jae-min also let out a hot, fluttery breath. Though Seung-pyo was the one masturbating, Jae-min didn’t know why he felt so breathless while simply lying still on his bed watching a video.
Since he had never imagined others masturbating, he had never considered that methods might differ from person to person, but the way Seung-pyo handled his penis was slightly different from his own. As he stared intently at the screen, fascinated, Seung-pyo spoke again.
[You, haa, seem to like it when this part is touched.]
In the video, Seung-pyo trapped the glans in his palm and rubbed and kneaded it, creating a wet, sucking sound. Jae-min’s face grew even hotter.
His heart pounded violently, as if he had been caught by the subject himself while observing his hand movements. Seeing Seung-pyo stroke his penis while talking about him made Jae-min feel a dizzying heat rise to his skin. For a moment, he had the illusion that the large hand on the screen was actually touching his own.
A tingling sensation shot through his lower body. From below his navel to the inside of his thighs… Jae-min reflexively tried to reach down, but he hesitated, stopped, and clamped his mouth shut. He couldn’t ignore the fact that his own penis was beginning to harden…
…To masturbate while watching a video of Oh Seung-pyo; he truly didn’t want to do that.
Jae-min bit his lip slightly and unconsciously squirmed. In the video, Seung-pyo seemed to become more immersed in his actions; he stopped chatting and, making only breathing sounds, manipulated his penis, adjusting the speed from slow to fast.
Instead of reaching down, Jae-min crossed his legs so his thighs overlapped. It was then, as he carefully applied pressure between his legs, feeling as if he were being watched by the Oh Seung-pyo on the screen.
[You use pressure, too. But… huu, I heard that if you do pressure masturbation often, it becomes hard to ejaculate normally later on….]
“Ah, what the…”
He flinched, feeling as if Seung-pyo were talking specifically about his current actions. It’s not a video call, is it? Thinking this absurd thought, Jae-min pressed the pause button. Seeing it stop properly, it was certainly a recorded video.
[Hey, I’m hot, so I’m gonna drink some water.]
Oh Seung-pyo, who had been immersed in masturbation with long breaths, suddenly reached toward the camera and grabbed a water bottle that had been placed nearby, just outside the frame. Because of the sound of the cap opening and the sound of him gulping water, his Adam’s apple moving, Jae-min felt as if he could see the face that wasn’t captured on screen. Every time he gulped the water, his still-erect penis shook slightly.
‘Is this bastard doing this on purpose?’
Despite the embarrassment, Jae-min couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen. Just then, perhaps because he spilled some water, a thin stream ran down Oh Seung-pyo’s neck and chest to his lower abdomen.
[Ah, cold. My dick almost died. Going back in.]
Unlike Seung-pyo, who chuckled as if something were funny, Jae-min’s pupils shook, losing their stability. A mutter escaped his lips involuntarily.
“Is he crazy? He actually filmed a whore’s video….”
Oh Seung-pyo seemed far more skilled at performative directing than Jae-min, who had filmed and uploaded various videos to his SNS account for a year. It was hard to believe this was his first time filming.
Ignoring the sigh—whether of admiration or contempt—the video continued. As if intending to focus on the act, Oh Seung-pyo kneaded his penis silently for a while. With no other noise but the wet, sticky sounds and the excited breathing, the atmosphere felt somehow more lewd. The heat flushing Jae-min’s face had no chance to cool.
Haa, Seung-pyo let out a heated sigh and spoke again.
[Um… Ryu Jae-min, you know… I told you I wanted to try kissing you in other places.]
“……”
[I’ve been thinking… I want to try sucking your nipples. Tell me tomorrow if that’s okay or not.]
“What…?”
He kept answering unconsciously. Jae-min just blinked blankly.
He had only thought about kissing the ears or neck, but what did he just say?
He had encountered countless perverts on the internet who constantly pushed to suck his nipples. He wondered if Oh Seung-pyo was doing this after seeing the posts those guys wrote.
It wasn’t a phrase that was particularly shameful, but a human voice had a destructive power that text could not compare to. While a bewildered Jae-min stared with wide eyes, Oh Seung-pyo continued brazenly on the screen.
[I wanted to try giving you a handjob too, but since I lost this time…. haa… Hey, but aren’t you curious too? I could touch your dick like this, um, if I wanted to….]
The touch, leisurely twisting and squeezing the lubricated penis, was frivolous. The squelching sound became even more vulgar, making Jae-min want to cover his ears.
Of course, if he didn’t want to hear Oh Seung-pyo’s voice, he could just mute the phone. No, he could simply block the audio by removing his earphones.
However, Jae-min remained frozen, unable to cover his ears, lower the volume, or remove the earphones, absorbing every word of the dirty talk. Looking at the screen with a slightly tearful face, he propped the phone up diagonally so he could see it while lying down, then turned over and lay on his stomach.
Whether he did it lying on his back or stomach was the same, but today, looking directly at the screen felt awkward. Jae-min pulled the blanket over himself, wiggled a pillow between his groin, and began rubbing his lower half against the pillow while keeping his eyes on the screen.
“Mmm….”
A dull heat, different from the direct stimulation of the penis, made his stomach tingle. As pleasure crawled up his body, his eyes kept closing, but Jae-min continued to blink slowly, watching until the end as Seung-pyo rubbed the large pillar of flesh faster and faster. Oh Seung-pyo’s rough, low panting echoed in his ears.
[Ugh, I think… I’m gonna cum now.]
“Just cum then. Hng, so what…”
Despite grumbling, Jae-min’s hip movements also grew faster, as if following Seung-pyo’s hand movements. Before he knew it, he had slipped his hand inside his underwear to grip his fully erect penis, and pressing down with his weight, Jae-min rocked his hips back and forth.
As his own labored breathing mixed with Seung-pyo’s panting, it felt as if they were doing something erotic in the same space. In terms of doing it alone, it was the same as his usual masturbation, but his body felt much hotter than normal. The pleasure heating his lower half surged up more intensely, tingling, and Jae-min hurriedly bunched up the blanket to cover his mouth.
[Haa, ah.]
“Mmph, hng.”
Killing his voice for fear that a moan might leak out, he finally closed his eyes tight at the last moment. His waist, buttocks, and thighs trembled, and the heat that had accumulated in his body was drawn out. His body always shook slightly when he ejaculated, but today’s trembling lasted exceptionally long.
“…Haa….”
Once the ejaculation ended, all the strength left his body as if he were exhausted. Burying his face in the blanket to catch his breath, Jae-min turned his head to the side and let out a sigh with his freed mouth. While his eyes were closed for a moment, Seung-pyo in the video had also reached the end.
A whitish liquid shot powerfully from the tip of the large penis, spurting up before flowing down his hand. Panting, Seung-pyo soon wiped it away with a tissue. There was no trace of laughter in his rough, low breath, but once he finished cleaning up and calmed down a bit, playfulness returned to his voice.
[That should be enough showing, right? You should think seriously about what I said.]
“……”
[I’m kissing you tomorrow. Bye.]
Then he even waved goodbye. As the greeting ended, the video stopped. Jae-min could no longer even sneer; he just stared blankly at the stopped video.
…He had thought that after watching the video, he would lose all affection and might not even want to do the kissing they always did.
Jae-min reached out and rewound the playback bar slightly. Oh Seung-pyo’s voice, which he had just heard, repeated.
[I’m kissing you tomorrow. Bye.]
The video stopped quickly again. After the heated time that felt as if the two were together ended, leaving him alone in the dark silence, Jae-min belatedly felt embarrassed. It wasn’t even that great of a sentence, why did I listen to it twice?
Jae-min hurriedly closed the message window and hid his phone carefully again. He cleaned his hands and penis with wet wipes, quietly stepped out, finished cleaning up in the bathroom, got ready for bed, and returned to his room.
Lying back on the bed, he pondered for a moment about how to answer Oh Seung-pyo, then gave up. He figured it wouldn’t be too late to talk when they met tomorrow.
Usually, after masturbating, his body would become languid and he would fall asleep quickly, but today, Jae-min couldn’t sleep immediately and tossed and turned on the bed. His heart kept pounding as if he were sick, forcing him to take deep breaths for no reason. Was the video too stimulating to watch right before sleep?
Ultimately, Jae-min had no choice but to admit that he was looking forward to tomorrow. Although his pride was wounded by the fact that the reason was Oh Seung-pyo.
Back in elementary school, he had looked forward to things like sports days or appointments with friends, but that was a long time ago. For Jae-min, school events had, at some point, become filled only with rigid things like various exams, performance evaluations, and competitions.
It had only been about two months since something daring and soft, like kissing, had squeezed into his desolate schedule. It wasn’t surprising that he hadn’t grown used to it yet.
* * *
Even if he didn’t sleep well, he didn’t oversleep.
Though he felt a bit languid, Jae-min arrived at school at the same time as usual. The classroom, where the exam atmosphere had completely vanished, was exceptionally noisy and lively from the morning. Before he even sat down, the chatter of the students reached him from all directions.
“We always go right after midterms.”
“Where are we going this time?”
“Probably Neverland. I heard the second-years went to Neverland last year too.”
“I was so annoyed when we went to a museum in first year. An amusement park is awesome.”
He thought it was particularly noisy today, and it seemed a new topic had spread.
After midterms, the first-semester field trip was waiting. In the first semester of last year, the students had been very dissatisfied because they were told they were going to a special exhibition of ancient artifacts, but this time, it seemed they were planning to go to an amusement park. Since it had been a very long time since he last visited an amusement park, it wasn’t a bad prospect for Jae-min either.
Once Jae-min sat down and organized his things, the students who often hung out together in the class approached him as if asking if he’d heard, pulling up empty chairs to sit.
“Ryu Jae-min, did you hear? We’re going to Neverland this time.”
“Yeah. I guess so?”
“Are you good with rides? Like roller coasters?”
“I don’t know. I’ve only been to amusement parks when I was little.”
Even while talking with the other students, Jae-min’s attention was already drifting elsewhere. In a distant spot where students were gathered in small groups, a similar conversation was taking place.
“Oh Seung-pyo is surprisingly bad at that kind of thing.”
“This bastard has a fear of heights.”
Oh Seung-pyo’s disgruntled voice could be heard.
“I told you it’s not a fear of heights. I can ride that much. The high part is only for a moment, and then you come down quickly.”
“That’s exactly what a fear of heights is.”
A fear of heights. It wasn’t a term that suited Oh Seung-pyo. Rather, it was easier to imagine him climbing to a high place and acting triumphant without fear.
The way Seung-pyo spoke while hanging out with the other kids was familiar to Jae-min’s ears. Laughing boisterously, occasionally becoming blunt, and frequently mixing curses into his jokes.
It was slightly different from the voice he heard in the video yesterday. He was just as playful, but yesterday he was more secretive, lower, and his breathing was more disordered… It was a different feeling from the Oh Seung-pyo he met at school.
As he drifted into other thoughts while eavesdropping on the conversation over there, the student next to Jae-min tapped his shoulder.
“Ryu Jae-min, are you listening?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
“Then when we go to Neverland, let’s hang out with me and Kyung-soo.”
“Uh….”
While he was spacing out, it seemed the field trip groups had already been decided. Jae-min was a bit flustered but soon nodded.
Even after entering the second year, Jae-min still didn’t have a friend he could call a best friend, but in situations like this, one naturally needs a classmate to hang out with. As long as it wasn’t uncomfortable, it didn’t matter which group he joined.
With Jae-min having awkwardly accepted the companionship, the students raised their voices in excitement, as if they were leaving tomorrow.
“I want to go already. Isn’t it awesome that the field trip is right after midterms?”
“Still, it’s better than being before the exams. Ryu Jae-min, you should download the app too. You need the app to reserve attractions.”
“I can just download it before we go.”
Smiling and playing along with the students’ excitement, Jae-min looked like a boy truly looking forward to a picnic. However, the smiling face was merely an outward appearance; his anticipation did not swell to match the noisy atmosphere filling the classroom.
The tendency for his heart not to move easily, as if a heavy anchor were caught in one side of his chest even when facing something pleasant, seemed to have moved beyond a simple habit and become his personality. In the past, he had worried if there was something wrong with him, but he decided to think of this as a phenomenon that only occurs during the grace period of life. If he, who believed that real life began at twenty, started enjoying every single moment of life with sincerity already, that would be a contradiction.
Jae-min hated human relationships adorned with words like “best friend” or “soulmate.” Since it is human instinct not to want to be alienated, it wasn’t that Jae-min had been this way from the start, but making friends without calculation or malice was something only possible in very early childhood. Jae-min had realized this before it was too late.
Children have a narrow range of choices. In aquarium-like spaces provided by adults, they must somehow become friends with the same-aged peers they’ve been bundled together with. They search for a child who seems to fit them among the crowd of strangers, get to know each other through conversation, and in the process, drift apart or become disappointed. If they fail, they have to start all over again.
Jae-min could have put in the effort if he wanted to, but around middle school, he concluded that making “friends” simply wasn’t worth the trouble.
Even as he thought this, the conversation between Oh Seung-pyo and his friends continued to flow.
“I want to see the pandas. I’ve never seen one in real life.”
Oh Seung-pyo, who claimed to have a fear of heights, was suddenly acting cute, saying he wanted to see pandas in a way that didn’t suit him at all.
“I heard the panda wait times are crazy. You have to reserve as soon as it opens.”
“I’ll wait to see them. I watch neverland panda vlogs every day.”
Jae-min scoffed inwardly, recalling the video he had seen yesterday. Pandas? If these kids knew what that big guy—who was talking like a child—had done last night and what he had said to him, they would faint.
The boisterous atmosphere didn’t die down immediately even after the homeroom teacher appeared. Before the teacher, who had entered the classroom for the morning assembly, could even stand properly behind the podium, a student asked:
“Are we going to neverland for the field trip?”
The teacher answered without being surprised.
“It’s been that way for five years, so it’ll probably be the same this time.”
While the students’ laughter continued intermittently, the teacher proceeded with the brief assembly without bothering to shout for silence.
“It might feel like it hasn’t been long since midterms ended, but it’s already been about a week. It’s time to snap out of it, right? Once you start slacking, there’s no end to it. Is a field trip really that big of a deal? Study hard, get into a good college, and start thinking about going to places like neverland for dates.”
Despite the teacher’s scolding, the excited laughter showed no sign of disappearing. Rather, a few students reacted to the word “date,” giggling and whispering jokes like, “You’re out of luck anyway because girls hate you,” or “You’re going to die a forever-alone, so you should go and play now.” Seeing that the atmosphere showed no sign of settling, the teacher simply shrugged and sighed.
“Prepare for your classes and I’ll see you later.”
“Yes—!”
As soon as the assembly ended, Jae-min stood up from his seat. Perhaps because he had gone to bed late yesterday, the lethargy wouldn’t fade. He felt it would be better to wake himself up properly before class started.
‘The snack bar should still be open, right?’
Once classes began, the snack bar closed until lunch, meaning he couldn’t buy anything. As he hurried down the stairs, he felt the presence of someone following him. He didn’t even have to check to know it was Oh Seung-pyo. Seung-pyo likely felt the same way, with his nerves focused on one thing since this morning. Because he had sent that video yesterday.
The day was bright, but last night felt too close, making it impossible to look him straight in the face. Jae-min ignored him and quickened his pace, but Seung-pyo eventually caught up and spoke to him.
“Where are you going?”
“Snack bar.”
“Are you hungry?”
“I’m a bit sleepy.”
When Jae-min gave a short answer while staring straight ahead, Oh Seung-pyo grinned and lowered his voice.
“Why are you sleepy? Did you go to bed late yesterday?”
Jae-min was about to answer “yes” without thinking, but he soon caught the hidden meaning in the question. Forgetting the shyness he felt moments ago about not being able to look at him, Jae-min shot a look of contempt at Seung-pyo standing beside him. Seung-pyo frowned slightly and put on an aggrieved expression.
“Why the glare? You told me to send it, so I sent it.”
“Keep your mouth shut in the hallway.”
Fortunately, the snack bar hadn’t closed yet. As the door opened, Seung-pyo pushed inside before Jae-min. He must have had something to buy too. As Jae-min followed slowly, lacking energy, Seung-pyo picked up a carton of chocolate milk.
“You’re going to buy this, right?”
He wanted to say no, but it was the correct answer. When Jae-min nodded once, Seung-pyo looked at the milk carton and muttered.
“Is it good? You really like this stuff.”
“I want coffee, but the school snack bar doesn’t sell coffee milk.”
Leaving Seung-pyo to head toward the counter, Jae-min picked up his own milk. As he approached with coins in hand, Seung-pyo, having finished paying, abruptly held out a carton of milk with the straw already inserted.
“I bought this for you.”
“Why?”
Chocolate milk wasn’t part of the bet’s conditions, so there was no reason to buy it for him. Jae-min looked back and forth between the milk and Seung-pyo with suspicious eyes. Seung-pyo simply shrugged.
“Just because? I usually buy snacks for people.”
He knew that much. On the day he first got properly entangled with Oh Seung-pyo because his phone had been changed, Jae-min, who had come to school feeling anxious, had run into Seung-pyo at the snack bar.
Seung-pyo had paid for a friend who was worrying that he wouldn’t have enough money for the PC cafe if he bought a snack, and then he started eating a bun he had chosen. Watching him take a large bite of a bun embedded with a big sausage, Jae-min recalled the looping GIF Seung-pyo had posted on social media the day before, showing a sausage being sliced roughly.
The sausage photo, which had a clear symbolic meaning, naturally led to yesterday’s video in his mind. Recalling the brazen way he had gripped and shaken something that was closer to a club than a sausage, Jae-min suddenly found it difficult to even look at the sausage buns displayed in the snack bar.
“What are you doing?”
When Jae-min didn’t quickly take the milk, Seung-pyo urged him. Perhaps because class time was drawing near, the student in charge of the snack bar sitting across the counter was also signaling for him to leave quickly. In the midst of that, Jae-min found it too tiring to refuse, so he took it.
The two left the snack bar and walked down the hallway. They had to return to the classroom quickly since the first period was about to start, but their pace was aimless, like wanderers. After walking ploddingly for a while, Seung-pyo suddenly asked.
“Did you think about what I said yesterday?”
The words—whether they were a notice or a threat—about kissing him tomorrow echoed in his ears. Jae-min pondered how to respond while sipping through the straw.
The “kissing on the body” that Jae-min imagined was on a very modest scale. He wasn’t considering a range that would require taking off his shirt. Left with no choice, Jae-min postponed the decision.
“I’m not fully awake yet, so my brain isn’t working. Let’s talk during lunch.”
Instead of answering, Seung-pyo suddenly grabbed Jae-min’s hand. What? Before Jae-min could ask, Seung-pyo flung open a door beside the hallway and pulled Jae-min inside.
Turning his head to look around, he saw it was an empty art room. Jae-min shook off his hand and asked.
“What is this?”
“We can still do a regular kiss right now.”
“First period starts soon.”
“We don’t have art during first period.”
It was certainly rare for first period to be art, but that wasn’t what Jae-min meant. He meant they had to return to the classroom quickly…
However, when the lips approached without hesitation and touched his, Jae-min couldn’t carry out his will to push him away. His nerves, which had been slightly sensitive due to lack of sleep, crumbled absurdly quickly at the soft and supple sensation. As a body temperature slightly higher than his own drew close, he felt as if he could just wrap himself around Oh Seung-pyo and fall asleep.
The moment their lips overlapped, the video he saw yesterday flashed back in a chaotic, disordered sequence, making him feel troubled. It was useless even though he tried to keep his eyes open. The naked body beneath the school uniform, the healthy, smooth, and firm-looking skin, the large hand and long fingers, the sound of breathing while stroking that log-like object—everything poured into his mind without order.
Ah, what do I do.
A feeling that wasn’t entirely pleasant—somewhere between anxiety and nervousness—dominated his body, and Jae-min clenched his fist tightly where it was hidden. His mind filled with flesh-colored images, and his heart kept pounding loudly. He wanted to squeeze his heart, which had become noisy on its own, to force it to be quiet.
As the pulse quickened, his breathing became equally labored. Perhaps stimulated by Jae-min’s panting, Oh Seung-pyo locked their lips more deeply.
“Hng…”
Oh Seung-pyo’s hand, which usually stayed on his face or neck, subtly groped below his waist today. Even though the touch was over his clothes, perhaps due to the aftermath of last night, it felt so vivid as if it would leave a mark; despite his mouth being full of saliva, he felt thirsty.
Wet tongues busily explored each other’s mouths. It felt as if a hot, stinging current—like a light electric shock from a science kit—flowed down his throat and pooled tinglingly deep in his stomach.
Oh Seung-pyo slowly sucked his tongue before letting go and letting out a low sigh.
“You taste like chocolate.”
Before Jae-min could answer, Seung-pyo’s hand slowly stroked up Jae-min’s thigh. Jae-min clamped his mouth shut to avoid making an embarrassing sound.
Because class time was imminent, the kiss ended shorter than usual. Yet, his body temperature seemed to have risen just as it always did. No, he felt it had become even hotter than usual. Oh Seung-pyo seemed to be the same, as his voice sounded a bit anxious.
“Did you check what I sent immediately?”
“Yeah.”
“How was it? Was it okay? I’ve never filmed something like that, so I’m curious about an experienced person’s review.”
“What do you mean ‘how’? It was funny. Why the hell are you talking so much while jerking off?”
It was absurd that he acted as if he wanted praise after filming and sending such a perverted video for thirty minutes, so Jae-min sneered. The fact that he had become aroused while watching that perverted video and got swept up in it would remain a secret until the day he died.
To hide his embarrassment, his gaze kept wandering to random places and his tone became increasingly blunt. Seung-pyo whispered, pressing his fingertip against the area of Jae-min’s nipple.
“If just kissing feels this good, Ryu Jae-min would feel amazing if I touched and sucked other places. Right?”
“Get your hand off. I’ll think about it on my own without you constantly talking about it.”
When Jae-min quickly cut off the sign that the nonsense was about to get longer, Seung-pyo narrowed his eyes and wore a somewhat sly smile.
“Let’s do this when we go to neverland too. It’ll feel even better than doing it at school.”
His tone was more filled with anticipation than when he had talked about pandas in the classroom. Jae-min blinked and replied.
“neverland? I’m going to hang out with Kyung-soo and Jin-cheol there.”
“What? Why?”
“They asked me to go together first.”
“Hey, you should have said no.”
Jae-min tilted his eyes slightly. Was there a reason he couldn’t? Those two were kids who had consistently shared various school activities with Jae-min since they entered the second year. They often ate lunch together and were currently doing library activities together. It would be more awkward to suddenly drop them and hang out with other kids only during the field trip.
“Why not? I’m comfortable and like it because I often do group activities with them.”
“No, this time it’s not a school event; we’re going to an amusement park. It only happens once a year.”
“So what?”
Seung-pyo looked aggrieved, like someone who had run out of words. He probably had nothing left to say. Jae-min thought Seung-pyo’s words were out of the blue.
At school, the two acted as if they weren’t close. However, since they occupied the first and second ranks in the entire school, everyone knew they were mindful of each other. Thanks to that, the sight of the two occasionally being together would be seen, at most, as an implicit rivalry over grades or an exchange between honor students. It was a fortunate thing.
The time they spent finding empty classrooms to kiss away from others’ eyes had to be such that the surrounding children wouldn’t feel a sense of incongruity. If the two disappeared and reappeared together too frequently, and if it took a long time each time, other kids would eventually start wondering why.
Right now was still okay. He didn’t want to lose the outlet he had finally regained by being reckless or greedy.
While Jae-min was thinking about this and that, Seung-pyo finally found the words he wanted to say and spoke.
“Do you know how big neverland is? We can do whatever we want without worrying about people’s eyes like we do at school. What a great opportunity—why do you insist on hanging out with other kids?”
“You’re going to hang out with your close friends anyway.”
“I’ll only be with them at first. Since the rides we want to go on and the things we want to see are all different, we planned to split up into smaller groups later.”
“No matter how big it is, do you know how many kids from our school will be wandering around that day? We can’t avoid every single one of them. If it’s just the two of us, some kids will look at us strangely.”
“Why would they look at us strangely? We’re just classmates hanging out.”
“If you leave your friends and wander an amusement park with just me, everyone will think it’s weird.”
As they talked, his thoughts became organized. Oh Seung-pyo had many friends and a group he always hung out with. Those kids were Oh Seung-pyo’s friends. As for Ryu Jae-min, if he had to categorize it…
“We aren’t friends.”
Since they had made a bet on exam rankings to raise their grades and were helping each other to relieve entrance exam stress, if he had to put a name to the relationship, wouldn’t it be something like a “strategic alliance”? It sounded grandiose, but it was the only word that came to mind.
The reason Oh Seung-pyo first proposed this relationship was based on a mutual understanding: he had a desire for grades but found dating tedious, and Jae-min needed a way to relieve stress. Added to that were the advantages of it being a time-saving and safe relationship.
Unlike Jae-min, who presented the conclusion calmly, Seung-pyo’s expression froze as if he had received a shock. The gaze staring at him without even blinking became increasingly burdensome, so Jae-min turned his head.
“Now, quickly to the classroom…”
Just as he was about to say they should go back to the classroom, Seung-pyo interrupted.
“If we aren’t friends, are we perhaps more than friends?”
“What nonsense. We’re just in a relationship where we prepare for college entrance together. We’re nothing.”
Seung-pyo’s brow twitched minutely. A short, heavy silence passed, and then his closed lips spat out bluntly:
“I guess so.”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go up.”
Seung-pyo turned his back abruptly. A cold wind now blew around the guy who, until a few minutes ago, had been acting clingy and flirtatious.
He had only said the truth, so he didn’t know why the other was acting like a sulking child. It just made him feel uneasy. Jae-min rubbed the back of his neck listlessly and followed.
Because of the short kiss, the inside of his body had become warm and tingling, but the atmosphere between the two as they left the art room became colder than before they entered. Armed with silence, Jae-min returned to the classroom and sat in his seat, chewing over the words he had said.
‘Did saying we aren’t friends upset him?’
To Jae-min, “friend” didn’t just mean “someone I know.” However, since many kids used the term “friend” simply because they belonged to the same class, it might have been more unpleasant to Seung-pyo than he intended. Since he had pushed the point and even added the explanation that “there is nothing between you and me,” that part might have been offensive.
Even so, he didn’t want to correct the words he had already spoken by saying “we are friends” just to soothe Oh Seung-pyo’s mood. Because what wasn’t true wasn’t true. Oh Seung-pyo and Ryu Jae-min were not friends.
Somehow, the milk carton he had brought to the classroom still had a little bit of content left. As he sucked the straw, the last sip was pulled up from the paper carton, making a gurgling, scratching sound. As he pushed the empty milk carton to a corner of the desk, a sudden sense of déjà vu hit him.
A chocolate milk carton placed at the edge of the desk. A similar scene had unfolded last year.
A day when the refreshing feeling he had tasted in a basketball game evaporated as if it were a lie, because his parents had discovered Oh Seung-pyo’s hidden phone.
The next morning, Jae-min, who had been scolded for so long that he couldn’t even make it to the first period, skipped lunch due to a lack of appetite. He spent time killing time in the library because he was in a bad mood, and when he returned to the classroom, a chocolate milk of unknown origin was sitting on his desk. There was no evidence that Oh Seung-pyo had bought it, but through the conversations of other students, it was easy to guess that he had left it.
“Everyone be quiet and open your books.”
While he was looking back at the past, class began. Jae-min opened his textbook and placed the milk carton down by his feet so it wouldn’t be seen. However, once the distracting thoughts had entered, they didn’t stop immediately.
…That day, Jae-min had been consumed by worry all day. Despite being unable to return the promised phone, he didn’t want to be honest with Seung-pyo about his family situation. Rumors that Jae-min’s parents were strict had been spreading faintly for a while, but the strictness most kids imagined was merely a vague and old-fashioned impression.
Common people could not imagine that parents existed who, because he hadn’t acted obediently while being scolded the previous night, stopped him from going to school, made him take off his uniform with their own hands to turn out every pocket, and forced him to explain every single computer usage record.
Jae-min didn’t want anyone in the world to find out that he was living his life this way, despite being the envy of everyone. He would rather die than receive even a shred of pity.
He was in a deadlock, a situation where moving forward or backward was equally difficult. If his father personally verified everything and returned the phone to Oh Seung-pyo, the quick-witted Seung-pyo might realize how Ryu Jae-min was actually living. If he wanted to explain the situation himself before talking to his father, he would ultimately have to reveal the circumstances of his household.
But there was still hope. On the evening the first betting game of basketball ended, Jae-min felt, for a brief moment, as if he had become friends with Oh Seung-pyo.
He decided to lean into that feeling. He harbored a sweet hope that if he apologized sincerely and asked for a favor, Seung-pyo might grant his request.
And so, after school, Jae-min met Seung-pyo alone. He wanted to ask him to just keep using Jae-min’s phone, claiming that he had lost his own while cleaning. Although it was a lie, it was the best method Jae-min could come up with. However, Seung-pyo rejected the request, showering him with harsh words.
If he didn’t want to do the favor, he could have just said so, but Oh Seung-pyo poured out insults as if he had been waiting for the chance—asking why he would ever use such a filthy phone, or if Jae-min had lost his while “sluttering” around again. Jae-min was so stunned that he couldn’t respond immediately. At first, he was so flustered that tears almost welled up, and once he regained his composure, he felt a surge of anger toward himself for having felt, even for a moment, that this kind of guy was a friend.
He was so angry that his vision went dark, literally reaching his breaking point. Enough to do that right in front of Oh Seung-pyo.
…Thinking back on it now, it’s embarrassing. Since Oh Seung-pyo had sent him a video in return, they were even now, but Jae-min didn’t particularly want to bring up that story again.
Anyway, that day, after impulsively committing that act in front of Oh Seung-pyo and fleeing back to the classroom, he found a chocolate milk sitting on his desk. It was something that had been guarding his desk since lunch, a meal he had skipped. For some reason, it felt cringeworthy, and he felt it would be a waste to just gulp it down, so he hadn’t even opened it all day.
You piece of shit, why act like you care when you’re going to curse me out like that? Jae-min wiped away the tears that had belatedly leaked out and carried the milk back to Oh Seung-pyo’s seat. Thinking it was a good thing he hadn’t accidentally drunk it, he hurriedly left school before Oh Seung-pyo returned.
Therefore, Oh Seung-pyo and Ryu Jae-min are not friends.
They could kiss, and he might even take off his clothes in front of a guy who said he wanted to suck his chest… but this wasn’t what Ryu Jae-min considered a friendship.
* * *
‘We aren’t friends, after all.’
Even after class started, Ryu Jae-min’s words continued to swirl around in Seung-pyo’s mind.
It was true. Ryu Jae-min was not a friend. What kind of friends kiss every chance they get and exchange masturbation videos?
Then what were they? Could they be more than friends?
When he momentarily got confused, Ryu Jae-min told him they were simply peers preparing for college entrance exams together, that they were “nothing.”
It was true, but for some reason, it felt strange. They kissed, and he wanted to do other various things in the future. Yet, to think that the relationship between him and Ryu Jae-min was “nothing.”
Until now, Oh Seung-pyo had only known human relationships that could be categorized by simple, clear names—like family, friends, or lovers.
‘What exactly… are Ryu Jae-min and I?’
Oh Seung-pyo was a student who wasn’t ashamed to ask questions, but he couldn’t ask a teacher this. He couldn’t ask his friends either. Seung-pyo fell into a lonely contemplation until lunch break arrived.
“Why are you so quiet today? Is something wrong?”
On a day when everyone was in a good mood because the field trip location had been announced, the other students began to worry as Seung-pyo, who had been energetic until morning, remained uncharacteristically quiet and subdued after the first period.
“Me? No? Nothing’s wrong.”
Seung-pyo’s father was a man who believed leaving food on the plate was a sin. Between his naturally hearty appetite and a strict home education, Seung-pyo had never left food behind.
He always cleared his school lunch, but because his mind was troubled, he found himself picking at his food. Finishing his meal later than anyone else, contrary to usual, Seung-pyo returned to the classroom and found Ryu Jae-min already sitting in his seat.
Normally, he would have wanted to go somewhere quiet with Ryu Jae-min during lunch to get an answer to what he had asked yesterday.
If he got consent, he planned to unbutton that white shirt one by one, push up the t-shirt underneath, and expose his bare chest just like in the videos he had seen long ago. He wanted to take the round nipples on both sides of that white chest into his mouth and suck on them. He had been desperately curious until this morning about how Ryu Jae-min would react.
As for why the nipples specifically… actually, he learned that from the internet perverts who were obsessed with Ryu Jae-min. He wanted to come up with more creative ideas, but Oh Seung-pyo was still a high school student with absolutely zero sexual experience. Since he hadn’t seen or learned much, he relied on others’ thoughts.
He hadn’t felt anything particular about that until now. But as he continued to think about Ryu Jae-min, the fact that he was trying to follow the words of perverts suddenly felt dirty.
Instead of this, wasn’t there something that wasn’t a thought from someone else’s head, but something only Oh Seung-pyo could do?
“Oh Seung, want to play a game of basketball?”
The students who returned to the classroom were busy planning how to enjoy the rest of their lunch break. Normally, Seung-pyo would have rejected all the other students’ suggestions today. Because he had a lot of things left to do with Ryu Jae-min.
“Yeah, let’s do it.”
But in his current mood, he felt like he couldn’t even do the usual kissing, let alone suck on nipples. Seung-pyo left the classroom with the other boys. He felt strangely deflated.