By Zephyria 
He truly wanted it to stop now. The balloon had burst, and the violin string had snapped with a sharp sound. It was pain now.
“I need assistance.”
Lee A-gon muttered quickly.
“Give me more assistance. I can’t help it. This is all because of stress, I can’t help it…”
And then he fucked Hae-jun ecstatically again.
Hae-jun’s pupils rolled up, revealing the whites of his eyes. Hae-jun let out a thin, reedy cry and then, like a puppet whose strings had all been cut, he went limp. He had lost consciousness.
Even so, Lee A-gon did not stop. He lightly lifted the adult man, kissed him, and then thrust him back onto his penis, rocking up and down. His voice calling out “Hyung, Hyung” was mournful, but his actions towards his Hyung were anything but pitiful.
Only after having sex did Lee A-gon realize. During the time he was separated from Hyung, he had actually been dying. The moment he entered Hyung, the moment he ejaculated inside Hyung, he felt his body come completely alive again.
Now Lee A-gon had to admit it. He could no longer deny it.
Hyung was a liar and a snob who cared about a man’s educational background, but despite that, he liked Hae-jun. He tried to abandon him, but he couldn’t.
If Hyung was a snob, then he himself was also lacking. A poor academic background, an ugly face. Even his eyelashes were too numerous, making them look creepy.
Fortunately, he had money, but that alone couldn’t make Hyung completely his. Hyung could leave him at any time.
Lee A-gon was anxious. He was so scared that one day another man, a handsome man with an incredible academic background that he, a graduate of a four-year university, could never aspire to, would steal Hyung away.
Just like Kim Hyun.
Yes, exactly like a man like Kim Hyun.
‘What should I do?’
Lee A-gon gritted his teeth. Hyung had his head tilted back, unconscious. Lee A-gon frantically hugged Hyung, caressed him, and rubbed his cheek against him. It felt so good that a groan escaped him. He felt alive. He was alive.
Yes, now he understood. Now he had to admit it. Holding, caressing, and loving Hyung was the only reason for his life. He could no longer lie to himself.
‘Don’t leave me. Don’t hurt me again. Please, I beg you.’
Lee A-gon laid Hae-jun down and stood over him, ejaculating. With his face tired and eyes closed, he sprayed his semen from Hae-jun’s hair to his toes. Still, his greed was not satisfied. Lee A-gon hugged Hae-jun and glared into the air.
His animosity towards an invisible, hypothetical enemy kept growing, gnawing at his heart.
∞ ∞ ∞
As the filming of
“Lee A-gon, wake up. It’s morning.”
A November morning. It was still dark outside, but they had to wake up to stick to the schedule. Hae-jun went into the room to wake Lee A-gon.
“Lee A-gon. Lee A-gon.”
Even when he grabbed his shoulder and shook him, Lee A-gon only moaned faintly and didn’t open his eyes. He had trouble waking up early in the morning, so Hae-jun had to wake him at least three times.
“Haa.”
Hae-jun, who had come to wake Lee A-gon every five minutes, sighed. He looked at Lee A-gon with a conflicted expression, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Then he slowly leaned over Lee A-gon’s face, letting his chest touch his face.
“Lee A-gon.”
The firm part of his nipple brushed against Lee A-gon’s cheek. Lee A-gon still showed no reaction.
Unable to see clearly and struggling to adjust, Hae-jun managed to bring his nipple to Lee A-gon’s mouth. As the soft tip of his nipple touched his lips, Lee A-gon puckered his lips. The nipple was slightly sucked into the thin gap between his lips.
At that moment, Lee A-gon’s eyes snapped open. Seeing the nipple in his mouth, he grabbed Hae-jun’s chest with both hands and began to suck.
Ugh, Hae-jun groaned, putting strength into his forearms supporting his upper body. Lee A-gon squeezed and massaged Hae-jun’s chest ferociously. He had such strength that Hae-jun’s non-existent breasts felt like they would burst.
“It hurts…” Hae-jun whimpered. “It hurts, Lee A-gon. Don’t squeeze like that…” Only then did Lee A-gon moderate his strength, and Hae-jun was able to relax his furrowed brow.
But the force with which he sucked the nipple was the same. He only lifted his head, clinging to Hae-jun’s nipple. It was as if it were his lifeline, and he refused to let go. Hae-jun endured the pain, placing his hand on Lee A-gon’s cheek.
“Lee A-gon, it’s morning.”
He spoke softly, reminding him that he needed to get up now. Slurp, slurp, slurp, a sucking sound answered him instead of words.
“We need to get ready and go now. Okay?”
A faint look of annoyance crossed Lee A-gon’s face. If left to his own devices, he would want to suck Hae-jun’s nipples all day. He knew this because two days ago, he had let it go to see what would happen, and Lee A-gon had indeed refused to let go of his nipples for an entire hour.
“Shh. Good boy. Let’s stop now. Okay?”
After much coaxing and pleading, Hae-jun was finally able to break free from Lee A-gon. Hae-jun quickly pulled down his shirt to cover his chest. His nipples were throbbing.
The two had been living together for ten days now. When they started living together, Lee A-gon had requested only two things: that Hae-jun prepare breakfast and wake him up in the morning.
Preparing meals was not a big deal. It mostly involved heating up food prepared by the housekeepers in the oven or microwave. Occasionally, he would add the effort of frying an egg.
The problem was the mornings. Lee A-gon had trouble waking up early, and as the film shoot entered its final stages, the call times kept getting earlier.
At first, Hae-jun would go to wake Lee A-gon and just call his name. When he still didn’t wake up, he touched his shoulder, and then shook him harder.
After struggling for about thirty minutes, Lee A-gon would finally open his eyes. The problem was that opening his eyes didn’t mean he was fully awake.
He would dawdle, barely eating his meal, and then it would take another thirty minutes to wash up and come out. Dressing him also required a long struggle. It felt like they had returned to the days when Hae-jun had taken care of Lee A-gon at the Safe House. In the end, Lee A-gon arrived at the filming location long after the shooting time.
That day, Lee A-gon received severe scolding, something he hadn’t experienced in a long time. The director unleashed a torrent of insults, calling him a rookie with a rotten mentality and saying he’d never succeed like that.
Hae-jun, who was listening, became even angrier, his body trembling. Lee A-gon acted as if nothing had happened, but the fact that he demanded a long and intense session of assistance that night clearly indicated he had suffered immense stress.
“If I don’t wake up, bite my breasts.”
Lee A-gon had said that before going to bed that night. “If I bite your nipples, I will definitely wake up.”
The next morning, Hae-jun, with a hesitant heart, let Lee A-gon bite his nipples. Then, Lee A-gon miraculously opened his eyes and latched onto Hae-jun’s chest. He grabbed both of Hae-jun’s breasts, gnawed on the nipples with his lips, tugged them with his tongue, and sucked them down. After about 10 minutes of nursing, Lee A-gon would wake up from bed with clear eyes, licking his lips.
“Is there no other way?”
In the morning, Hae-jun would heat up breakfast in the oven and then go into the master bedroom to wake Lee A-gon. He would shake his shoulder, sometimes gently pinch his cheek. If there was still no reaction, he would eventually have no choice but to lift his own shirt and offer his breast for Lee A-gon to bite.
As the small nipple entered Lee A-gon’s lips, he would grasp Hae-jun’s nipple and open his eyes. He would suck the nipple deliciously with his lips, shake it with his tongue, and lift his head.
There was no other way. Or rather, there was no other way to wake Lee A-gon so instantly.
Now, Lee A-gon refused to open his eyes until Hae-jun let him suck his breasts.
“Breakfast is ready. Let’s go eat.”
After letting him suck his breasts to his heart’s content for about ten minutes, Hae-jun took Lee A-gon to the dining table. Before Hae-jun arrived, Lee A-gon had been drinking a protein shake for breakfast, but Hae-jun strongly insisted that he needed to eat a proper meal.
The breakfast consisted of mixed-grain rice and hot, steaming soybean paste soup. As Lee A-gon sat at the table, he scooped soup with one hand while naturally caressing Hae-jun’s chest with the other. Hae-jun bit his lip and looked up at the ceiling.
“Mmm.”
The sound of him drinking the warm soup was heard. Eating soft tofu, Lee A-gon continued to touch and stroke Hae-jun’s chest, tormenting his nipples with his thumb.
Hae-jun leaned his face on one hand, suppressing a groan. This action continued until Lee A-gon finished his meal.
Lee A-gon put down his spoon after taking the last bite. Before getting up from the table, he cupped Hae-jun’s chest with both hands and massaged it in large circles. This was also part of the morning routine. Since they started living together, Lee A-gon had not wanted to let go of Hae-jun’s hand for a moment.
“Wear this today.”
Just before leaving, Lee A-gon made Hae-jun change his clothes. The clothes Hae-jun had been wearing were a plain t-shirt. He was bewildered but obediently changed into the clothes Lee A-gon told him to wear. It was a worn sweater.