By Zephyria “Young-han, let’s eat.”
At the calling voice, Ki Young-han lifted his tightly shut eyelids. He must have fallen into a deep sleep without even realizing it. He hadn’t even dreamed. He had simply passed the time quietly. Since he had fallen asleep on the sofa, his body felt stiff. Ki Young-han groaned, catching his breath, and sat up. He covered his eyes with his palms.
It was always like this when a new semester began. It wasn’t quite spring yet, but his body felt sluggish. He let out a small yawn without covering his mouth. The air was filled with a delicious scent. They must have been cooking army base stew; the spicy aroma was everywhere. Ki Young-han sat up. He walked leisurely to the dining table and sat down.
In the middle of the side dishes he had prepared, Yoon Ye-jun’s army base stew, which he had proudly made, was placed. Yoon Ye-jun scooped the contents from the large pot with a ladle and handed it to Ki Young-han. Ki Young-han took the soup bowl, placed it in front of him, and took a spoonful of the broth. It was spicy and edible.
“How is it?”
Yoon Ye-jun asked. Ki Young-han nodded without replying.
“It’s delicious.”
“Really? Eat two bowls of rice.”
“Why would I eat two bowls?”
It wasn’t a joke, but Yoon Ye-jun let out a chuckle. Ki Young-han broke off a piece of tofu from the army base stew and ate it. Yoon Ye-jun also started his meal. He continued eating, taking large spoonfuls, as if the army base stew he had made was that delicious.
It was nice that it was Friday evening. It was even better because Yoon Ye-jun wouldn’t have to go to work tomorrow and could spend the time entirely with him. What should they do? Ki Young-han thought about tomorrow’s date course. Should they wake up late and go grocery shopping? Or go out to eat.
“The younger ones have started college, should we meet up and have a meal?”
While he was making various plans alone, a sudden suggestion came. Ki Young-han faced him with an openly displeased expression. He was showing off so much just because he earned a few bucks. Who was he trying to take care of? Unfortunately, Yoon Ye-jun read his expression. He’s upset again. Yoon Ye-jun pretended not to notice and placed the dried seaweed in front of him onto Ki Young-han’s rice.
“Why would I eat with them? They’re your brothers.”
How did he even remember their names, and why was he going on about Young-hyun? Yoon Ye-jun smiled prettily after speaking. Seeing him with his eyes crinkled, holding chopsticks in one hand, made Ki Young-han’s insides boil.
He was sure it would be obvious. He’d pretend to be incredibly kind. He’d act affectionately. He’d obviously only pay attention to Ki Young-hyun and Limm Dae-han, not him.
“They’ll eat well and live well on their own even if we don’t buy them meals.”
Limm Dae-han and Ki Young-hyun ended up living together in a house that was strangely spacious for guys about to go to the military. Their parents suddenly had to send both their sons off. Right before Ki Young-hyun started college, the family had a meal together. At that time, when their parents said, “The schools for Young-hyun and Young-han aren’t that far apart, are they?” both of them turned pale. They were afraid their parents would suggest they live together. It was fortunate that such a thing wouldn’t happen.
“Don’t you want to eat with your brothers?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
Yoon Ye-jun replied casually. He seemed a little hurt, pretending nothing was wrong. Was he always this transparent with his emotions? Ki Young-han stared at Yoon Ye-jun, who was pouting, and finally reached out. He lightly tapped Yoon Ye-jun’s fingers holding the chopsticks.
“Ah, what is it now?”
As he asked while tapping, Yoon Ye-jun finally looked up. Hmm… He drew out his voice. Ki Young-han waited for Yoon Ye-jun’s answer.
“Young-han.”
“Yes.”
“I want to treat your brother and his boyfriend to a meal.”
“No, why would you care about that…”
“You met my grandfather too, didn’t you?”
Ki Young-han’s mouth felt dry. He licked his lips with his tongue. It hadn’t even been a month. It was during Lunar New Year, and he had insisted on following Yoon Ye-jun to meet his grandfather.
He hadn’t only gone on Lunar New Year. He had also gone on New Year’s Day, the previous Chuseok, and sometimes on weekends. Ki Young-han had forced himself to smile in front of the grandfather and pretended to help with chores. He went to the vegetable garden the grandfather tended, which he had refused, and watered the tomatoes and peppers on the rooftop, and even had a staring contest with the yellow dog they raised there. While drinking beer with the sunset as a snack, Yoon Ye-jun said.
‘At first, when you said you wanted to visit my house. I didn’t want to bring you because I was embarrassed.’
It was an unexpected remark.
‘Because I was embarrassed. I don’t know. I don’t usually think like this, but I hesitated this time. Maybe it’s because you’re the first person to come all the way to my grandfather’s house. It was nothing when I was in high school.’
Ki Young-han found it difficult to read Yoon Ye-jun’s mind.
What was there to be embarrassed about? It was just a place where people lived. He wasn’t from some great chaebol family; he lived in a normal apartment and lived a normal life, so what was there to be ashamed of? If he were to consider conditions, Yoon Ye-jun wouldn’t even be in his dating pool due to his gender.
Ki Young-han conveyed his feelings in his characteristic blunt tone. Yoon Ye-jun laughed lightly. Then he just said, “That’s so like you, Young-han.”
Still, as a human, he couldn’t help but be concerned. He just didn’t show it. That night, he scoured the internet and the next day, he took the grandfather to see the nearby beach and have a meal, and that was all.
“I’m asking you to have a meal because I’m grateful you took my grandfather to the beach. Can’t you try to earn some points?”
Ki Young-han put his spoon into the soup bowl and stirred it. Ham, tofu, and well-cooked vegetables were mashed together in the spoon. Yoon Ye-jun waited for Ki Young-han quietly.
Ki Young-han had no special reason. He had done something uncharacteristic simply because the grandfather was Yoon Ye-jun’s grandfather. Because he wanted to make a good impression. So that if they ever revealed their relationship, there would be nothing to criticize.
“……”
Ki Young-han organized his thoughts for a moment. The reason there should be nothing to criticize, because they had to reveal their relationship someday, so he wanted to make a good impression. That was all there was to it. But why was Yoon Ye-jun talking about earning points?
“…Why are you trying to earn points?”
Ki Young-han asked slyly. He tried his best not to show it, but it was impossible not to. Yoon Ye-jun, who was clearly taller than him when sitting, looked up with a hesitant gaze and met his boyfriend’s eyes. What are you going to do when you’re so obvious? Instead of saying anything, he lowered his gaze for a moment, then raised it again.
“Because you’re Young-han’s family?”
As soon as the answer came, Ki Young-han bit his lip. His face felt hot, as if it were burning up. It’s really funny. Does he think I’ll do anything he says just because of that? He muttered inwardly, his lips twitching.
Me
What are you doing tomorrow?
1:14 PM
Ki Young-han sent the message and looked at his Mobile phone while waiting for a reply. A few minutes after sending the message, a reply came back.
Ki Young-hyun
Tomorrow? I’m not doing anything tomorrow!
1:16 PM
Ki Young-han tightened his grip on his fingers.
Me
I want to see you and Limm Dae-han tomorrow.
1:17 PM
It was a concise message, but he felt a surge of anxiety. He was sure this guy wouldn’t arrange a meeting with the intention of betraying someone. As expected, the guy who had been replying within one to two minutes was now not replying for over ten minutes.
“This bastard…”
Ki Young-han cursed under his breath. Yoon Ye-jun, who was sitting next to him, finally turned his head. Ki Young-han shot up from his seat, grabbing his Mobile phone. He walked into the study, making a call.
Ring, ring, ring… The long ringing tone made his mood even more unpleasant. After about 30 seconds, a hesitant voice came through the phone.
-Why….
“Why aren’t you answering the phone?”
-Uh, I didn’t know you were calling…
“The message?”
-I didn’t know…
His mumbled voice clearly said, ‘I’m lying right now.’
“Bullshit.”
Ki Young-han immediately cursed. Then the hesitant voice cut off. Ki Young-han got straight to the point.
“Did you see the message?”
-Uh, right now… but I don’t think tomorrow will work.
“You said you weren’t doing anything tomorrow.”
-Uh, uh… But, ah, it won’t work if it doesn’t work…
“Hey, speak nicely and clear your schedule for tomorrow.”
They argued over the phone. They just didn’t exchange curses. Ki Young-hyun, frustrated by his unyielding older brother, yelled, “Who are you to arbitrarily decide my weekend?” and Ki Young-han said, “Never mind that, I’ll contact you about where to come tomorrow, so be there.”
Ki Young-hyun yelled again, “I’m not going!” and Ki Young-han hung up without replying further. It didn’t matter what that guy said. He knew Limm Dae-han’s Mobile phone number anyway.
When he came outside, Yoon Ye-jun was sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at him. Ki Young-han’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He wanted to go up and kiss him right away.
“Baby.”
Yoon Ye-jun called him. It had only been a few months, but he was quite used to it. At first, he was annoyed because it felt like being treated like a child.
“Who were you talking to?”
“My brother.”
“Young-hyun?”
“Yes.”
Ki Young-han went to Yoon Ye-jun’s side and sat down next to him on the sofa. A childish weekend drama was playing on the television. Yoon Ye-jun was watching it. What’s so great about family that they cry and wail? Ki Young-han thought so, but in reality, besides Yoon Ye-jun, his family was the only category of precious people, so he decided to stop thinking.
“What did Young-hyun say?”
Yoon Ye-jun held Ki Young-han’s hand. Ki Young-han placed their clasped hands on his thigh. Yoon Ye-jun leaned against him. His heart pounded.
“He said he’ll come tomorrow.”
“Did you tell him to come safely?”
“Yes.”
“Good job.”
Yoon Ye-jun kissed Ki Young-han’s cheek twice, loudly. In fact, there were more complicated things involved, but Ki Young-han knew Limm Dae-han’s Mobile phone number anyway, and he knew he would come if he asked him to. If he asked Yoon Ye-jun’s grandfather to come down to Yesan for a bit if he was free, he would go immediately, no matter what he was doing.
Anyway, love is truly amazing. Not only do you have to take care of the person involved, but also those around them. And you don’t feel bothered at all.
Ki Young-han nodded. Yoon Ye-jun kissed Ki Young-han’s cheek once more.
“Hello.”
Ki Young-han bowed as he entered, but his gaze fell on Ki Young-hyun, who was following behind with his lips pouting, rather than on Limm Dae-han. Ki Young-hyun, who was openly showing his displeasure, immediately threw a tantrum, which was uncharacteristic.
When Ki Young-hyun turned his head away, Ki Young-han glared at him up and down, and only then did he blink his large eyes and stand close behind Limm Dae-han.
“Hello, guys.”
Yoon Ye-jun greeted them instead. Ki Young-hyun, who was familiar with Yoon Ye-jun, hesitated with his lips and then bowed. Limm Dae-han maintained his characteristic tone and said, “Hello.” The four of them sat facing each other.
It was a room perfect for four people to sit in. It was a floor-seating arrangement, but they could comfortably lower their legs under the table. Yoon Ye-jun acted friendly. It was annoying enough that they had come to a sashimi restaurant near where they lived. Ki Young-han’s resentment began to grow.
Yoon Ye-jun looked at Ki Young-hyun, whose face was familiar, once, and then at Limm Dae-han once. In fact, Limm Dae-han seemed more like Ki Young-han’s family than Ki Young-hyun. Their height and build were similar, and Limm Dae-han seemed a bit taller. His stoic face was also somewhat similar.
No. Young-han is a bit better. Limm Dae-han looked fierce, beyond what one would expect from a 20-year-old. It was an unexpected preference. Young-hyun was just as childish.
Yoon Ye-jun, without realizing it, scanned both of them and then spoke kindly. After all, they were young kids, and Ki Young-han’s close associates.
“I ordered the set for four people, is that okay? Young-han said Young-hyun isn’t picky about food.”
“Ah… Yes.”
“I don’t know about Dae-han.”
“I’m fine too.”
Ki Young-han openly wrinkled his nose. Then he made eye contact with Ki Young-hyun. Ki Young-han, feeling inexplicably annoyed, kicked Ki Young-hyun’s calf.
“Ah!”
Ki Young-hyun whined.
“Why?”
Limm Dae-han asked.
Ki Young-hyun shook his head with a face full of annoyance. “Ah, no…” Then he leaned his body towards his calf. Ki Young-han tilted his head and gazed at Ki Young-hyun. Then, sensing a gaze, he looked at Yoon Ye-jun.
“……”
Yoon Ye-jun was staring intently at Ki Young-han. Ki Young-han’s mouth suddenly felt dry. So he moistened his lips with his tongue and drank water, pretending not to see.
This is why I said no. Would I have been so friendly to Yoon Ye-jun’s grandfather? Even then, I would have been a little more attentive than to others. Ugh, Ki Young-han reached out and peeled a pea pod.
Ki Young-hyun also reached for a pea pod, following Ki Young-han. Limm Dae-han shelled them. He crushed the gap with his fingernail and poured the green peas into Ki Young-hyun’s bowl. Ki Young-hyun acted cute. He picked up the peas one by one with his chopsticks and ate them.
Yoon Ye-jun smiled silently at Ki Young-hyun and Limm Dae-han. Ki Young-han wanted to snatch all the peas from Ki Young-hyun’s bowl and eat them. But he held back. He had forced them to come, so there was a limit to his tantrums.
“…But.”
Ki Young-hyun, having eaten all three peas, cautiously opened his mouth.
“Why did you ask us to come?”
“I’m close with Young-han. I heard the younger ones went to college this time, so I wanted to see their faces.”
Yoon Ye-jun was calm. Unlike Ki Young-han, whose head was about to explode with thoughts. Ki Young-han pouted. Just then, as if on cue, the sashimi arrived. With the assorted sashimi placed in the center of the bare table, the meal was complete.
When an employee asked when they would like the stew, Yoon Ye-jun said he would let them know separately later. Ki Young-hyun, with chopsticks in his mouth, stared intently at Yoon Ye-jun. Ki Young-han glanced at Ki Young-hyun. Their eyes met briefly. Ki Young-hyun, in slang terms, lowered his gaze.
“…You don’t suit him.”
And he whispered in a voice that Limm Dae-han would be able to hear. Ki Young-han had never seen his friends, but such a kind person didn’t suit him.
“Baby, could I have some chili paste and soy sauce?”
At Yoon Ye-jun’s voice, Ki Young-hyun, who had been grumbling, straightened up. Chili paste? Soy sauce? He looked around, but they weren’t there. They were on Ki Young-han’s side. And Ki Young-han skillfully prepared the chili paste and soy sauce and poured them onto Yoon Ye-jun’s small plate.
“……”
Ki Young-hyun stared blankly at the scene. Ki Young-han, who had filled his own, handed it to Limm Dae-han. Limm Dae-han poured the chili paste and soy sauce in front of the blank-looking Ki Young-hyun. He filled his own and put it back down.
Ki Young-hyun, though it was embarrassing to say, thought it was directed at him. In fact, he was the youngest and looked the youngest. He might have forgotten his name for a moment. But it wasn’t. It was calling Ki Young-han.
Disgusting… If that’s baby… Ki Young-hyun slightly lowered his gaze and shook his head. If he accidentally made eye contact, he was sure to say something like, “What are you glaring at?”
“Are you guys drinking? You haven’t been 20 for long, so you can’t drink, right?”
Yoon Ye-jun asked. Ki Young-han would drink the beer he could, and he planned to drink soju. Limm Dae-han asked the two of them.
“Are you hyungs going to drink?”
His voice was very low. A voice that suited his tall stature and build. It seemed like he already knew their names, so there was no need for proper introductions. Yoon Ye-jun planned to order one bottle of beer and one bottle of soju. Then, he suddenly looked at Ki Young-han. He called him as he was scraping together corn cheese.
“Yes. Ah, Young-han isn’t drinking, right?”
“I drove, so I’m not drinking.”
“Then I’ll be drinking alone, but if you guys aren’t drinking, I won’t either.”
“Then please give us one drink each too.”
Limm Dae-han replied in a monotone voice. He’s quite polite. He doesn’t look like it. Yoon Ye-jun gave a polite smile and asked the remaining staff member for drinks. The staff member, after scanning the faces of the four, extended a hesitant hand towards Ki Young-hyun.
“Sir, could I see your ID?”
“……”
Ki Young-hyun looked at the staff member’s face with a bewildered expression. Ugh… A sigh of embarrassment escaped his lips. Still, he couldn’t say anything and took out his wallet from his pocket. He took out his ID and handed it over.
“……”
“I’ll bring you one bottle of beer and one bottle of soju.”
After checking, the staff member returned the ID to Ki Young-hyun, confirmed the order, and left. Ki Young-hyun fiddled with his wallet and put it back down.
“Why aren’t you drinking?”
I asked Limm Dae-han. Flustered by the question, Limm Dae-han parted his lips, then swallowed his words.
Do you really not know?
Ki Young-han clicked his tongue inwardly.
The drinks arrived not long after they were ordered. Before Limm Dae-han could reach for a glass, Ki Young-han distributed them. To Limm Dae-han, a beer mug and a soju cup; to Yoon Ye-jun, only a soju cup. When Ki Young-hyun received nothing, he tilted his head.
“Hyung, I want a beer mug….”
“It’s only been a few months since you turned twenty, and you’re already drinking?”
Ki Young-han placed the remaining glasses toward himself. Ki Young-hyun’s brow furrowed sharply. He had known it was a bit much, but Ki Young-han was stricter with his younger brother than he’d thought. Yoon Ye-jun looked at Ki Young-han for a moment, then snatched a beer mug from the side and handed it to Ki Young-hyun.
“What’s this?”
“It’s fine when you’re drinking with family. Better than drinking somewhere strange.”
Ki Young-hyun looked as if he’d gained a thousand reinforcements. Once someone took his side, he seemed to have won him over, and he started chattering away. He said he didn’t usually drink, but he wanted to because his hyung and Limm Dae-han were drinking. He hadn’t had a single drink since starting school. And so on and so forth.
“So, Yoon Ye-jun, did you say that too?” Ki Young-hyun, muttering about how if you don’t drink at the start of the semester, when else will you, was met with constant agreement from Yoon Ye-jun. Ki Young-han felt he himself was thirstier for alcohol.
While Yoon Ye-jun and Limm Dae-han were drinking soju together, Ki Young-hyun sipped his beer. Except for the occasional clinking of glasses, he drank like a bird pecking at a seed while the others downed their drinks. Why bother drinking if you’re going to do that? Ki Young-han, feeling stifled and annoyed, ate his spicy fish stew with rice.
As he was only sipping the broth, Yoon Ye-jun took Ki Young-han’s bowl and scooped out some broth and fish meat for him. Ki Young-han looked at him with an unnecessarily sulky expression. Yoon Ye-jun mouthed, ‘Why?’ Not wanting to answer, Ki Young-han turned his head away sharply and mashed the fish meat he’d been given.
During a conversation about school, Ki Young-hyun pouted. Without being asked, he suddenly said that the older students at school only liked Limm Dae-han. Limm Dae-han immediately denied it, saying, “Who likes only me?” and Ki Young-hyun retorted, “No… it really seems like they only like you.” Is something going on? Ki Young-han subtly shifted his gaze.
“Has Dae-han ever gone drinking without Young-hyun?”
“…Not yet, but the hyungs keep asking me to go.”
“Is Dae-han going to go?”
“He’s not. I don’t even like drinking that much.”
A faint crease appeared between Limm Dae-han’s eyebrows. Ki Young-han was more taken aback by Ki Young-hyun than by Limm Dae-han. Hey, you little shit. Yoon Ye-jun had gone out for beer with friends last night too. What good was it to buy snacks when he was alone for three hours? And yet, he was showing his displeasure over something so trivial. He was so taken aback he was speechless. With a scoff, Ki Young-hyun looked at him.
“But is that something to be upset about?”
The voice came from the other side.
“What?”
Ki Young-hyun shifted his gaze from Limm Dae-han back to Ki Young-han, as if questioning him.
“That you can’t always be together because you’re lovers….”
Ki Young-hyun’s already pale face turned even more ashen. Ki Young-hyun looked back and forth between Ki Young-han and Yoon Ye-jun. Since it was just the three of them in the room, Yoon Ye-jun didn’t deny it and immediately offered an apology.
“Ah, sorry. Young-han told me. That you two are dating.”
“Ah, ah… yes.”
“But you can’t do everything together just because you’re lovers, can you?”
Ki Young-han held his breath. He looked out the window. He was glad he’d chosen to sit by the window. Ki Young-hyun, hesitating, poured out his feelings of hurt.
“We can’t do everything together, but it’s hard not to feel upset about it…. Even if we try not to dwell on it, when the hyungs and noonas act friendly and call out ‘Dae-han-ah’… it feels a bit off….”
“That’s understandable. I’m sorry for speaking as if I didn’t get it.”
“Ki Young-hyun.”
As soon as Yoon Ye-jun finished speaking, Limm Dae-han called him. Ki Young-hyun seemed to have had a bit to drink. A flush colored his cheeks, and he winked the corner of his left eye.
“Let’s go to the bathroom.”
Limm Dae-han said this and helped Ki Young-hyun up. Ki Young-hyun mumbled, “Okay…,” and like an idiot, left the room with Limm Dae-han. Only Ki Young-han and Yoon Ye-jun remained. Yoon Ye-jun wet his lips with water.
“Young-han-ah.”
Ki Young-han, receiving the belated attention, pretended not to hear and continued to look out the window.
“How about you, Young-han?”
“…About what?”
The reply came in a sullen voice.
“If I said I was going to see a friend, would you be upset? If I said I was going alone without you, Young-han.”
“…….”
Ki Young-han remained still, staring blankly. Squeeze, then fingers dug into his side. Ki Young-han flinched and turned his head.
“Huh?”
Yoon Ye-jun asked. Ki Young-han pressed his lips together and released them.
“Then you wouldn’t be upset?”
“…….”
“Isn’t that obvious? I’m not some guard dog, did I or did I not go out to see a friend yesterday too?”
“No, but that was because my friend broke up with their partner and was saying they were going to die…”
“I wouldn’t go out even if my friend died.”
“Stop lying again.”
Either don’t be so stubborn, or if you’re going to show your displeasure, just be displeased. Still, Yoon Ye-jun placed his hand over Ki Young-han’s. It felt awkward, even though the kids weren’t around. But the oblivious Ki Young-han clasped his hands together.
“Did you drink a lot?”
The voice, now softened, returned. Yoon Ye-jun leaned his body against Ki Young-han’s shoulder.
“Maybe a little. But Dae-han drinks well.”
“I’m not interested.”
“Does Young-hyun drink better than you, Young-han? I don’t think so.”
“What’s so good about drinking. Tsk….”
Ki Young-han clicked his tongue briefly. Yoon Ye-jun leaned against Ki Young-han’s body and smiled. Ki Young-han picked up a chopstick with his free hand and brought a fried shrimp in front of him to Yoon Ye-jun’s mouth. Yoon Ye-jun bit into half of it. Maybe it was the alcohol, but even though he was always like this, Ki Young-han suddenly felt even more affectionate.
“Young-han-ah, do you dislike drinking?”
“It’s not good for your body.”
“Ah, really? I was planning to drink more with you when we got home.”
“…….”
“You don’t like it?”
Yoon Ye-jun asked playfully, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Ugh….” Ki Young-han mumbled low. Still, seeing him wrap his arm around his shoulder, it seemed he didn’t dislike it.
On the way back after dropping off Ki Young-hyun and Limm Dae-han. Yoon Ye-jun hummed along softly to the song playing on the radio. Streetlights illuminated the streets, and cars ahead and behind emitted light. An old-fashioned pop song. What was so good about ballads? Ki Young-han focused on driving without a word. Yoon Ye-jun rolled down the window. The wind, still cool for spring, crept in through the gap.
“Aren’t you cold?”
“My face is hot from the alcohol.”
Yoon Ye-jun rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand. Ki Young-han glanced over. Timely, the traffic light turned red. Ki Young-han rested one hand on the console box and gripped the steering wheel with the other. Yoon Ye-jun clasped Ki Young-han’s hand resting on the console box. Ki Young-han pulled their clasped hands toward him and placed them on his thigh. The light turned green again, and they drove forward.
“Should we get food to go, or stop by the supermarket to buy just drinks and cook at home?”
Should I have asked the kids to come over and eat more? With that thought, Yoon Ye-jun’s eyes widened. Would he be surprised if my luggage was suddenly piled up at his house? I know that he and Dae-han are dating, but they don’t know that. They’d be plenty surprised.
“The army base stew we had last night would probably be delicious with added ramen noodles.”
“Yes.”
“Then stop by the convenience store in front of the house. Just to buy drinks.”
“Yes.”
He’s so obedient. Yoon Ye-jun couldn’t suppress a smile and let out a laugh. The large hand that had been holding his loosened its grip. As the strength drained away, Yoon Ye-jun clasped Ki Young-han’s hands.
Ki Young-han wiggled his fingers. Yoon Ye-jun smiled quietly. Dating someone you love is enjoyable. It’s amazing how peaceful, uneventful days pass by. It’s been less than a year, at most. The fact that Ki Young-han is in his peaceful days, and moreover, that he contributes to them.
Yoon Ye-jun lifted Ki Young-han’s hand. He kissed the back of his hand with a loud smack. He was waiting for a nice response from Ki Young-han. He wondered if he would do the same, or if he would grumble about why he was acting like this outside, his ears bright red even in the dark.
“What is it?”
However, contrary to his expectations, Ki Young-han threw a sharp question. Yoon Ye-jun blinked, surprised by the unexpected reaction. Ki Young-han pulled his hand away from Yoon Ye-jun’s. He gripped it tightly, as if to wrinkle his ears. Ah, it’s because he’s shy.
He hadn’t expected it. That is, even though they kissed every day for months, sucked each other’s tongues, and touched each other’s bodies whenever they could, Ki Young-han was still embarrassed. Yoon Ye-jun gazed intently at Ki Young-han’s profile.
In that moment, his heart fluttered. His heart was shaken by such trivial things. It wasn’t because of Seoul’s bright night. It wasn’t because of the Han River passing by beyond Ki Young-han’s profile. Yoon Ye-jun thought so. His eyes, like calm water, turned towards Ki Young-han.
“Young-han-ah.”
“Why?”
“Baby.”
There was no reply. When he called him “Darling,” Ki Young-han bit his lip.
“I’ll make you sausage stir-fry when we get home.”
“Am I a child?”
So prickly. Yoon Ye-jun pouted.
“I’ll suck your dick.”
What about this, then? As expected, Ki Young-han held his breath.
“I’ll leave a hickey on your neck. You like that.”
Only then did Ki Young-han roll his eyes. His gaze, glaring at Yoon Ye-jun, was quite firm. Yoon Ye-jun finally burst out laughing. Ki Young-han pressed the accelerator harder. The car sped up.
Yoon Ye-jun turned his head, which had been facing Ki Young-han, back to the front. He looked at the road with few cars and leaned back comfortably. What was so great about just leaving a mark? It would only be awkward and troublesome if red and blue marks appeared on his neck, but why was Ki Young-han trying to accept such possession and obsession?
“It’s peaceful….”
Still, the good is the good. Just as he liked Ki Young-han, and Ki Young-han liked him, it didn’t matter what others said.
After washing off the sticky feeling, he came out to find the house filled with the smell of food. Ki Young-han couldn’t hide the involuntary twitch of his lips. He felt good. He was worried he might grin foolishly.
He casually ran a hand through his hair, which he had dried thoroughly, and approached the kitchen. Even though he had been drinking outside and was exhausted from meeting his younger brother, Yoon Ye-jun was portioning out side dishes into separate bowls. The sausage stir-fry, coated in red ketchup, was placed near Ki Young-han’s spot. The noodles in the pot, having just been added to the army base stew, still held their original shape.
Yoon Ye-jun took out the trash to the recycling bin on the veranda and came back into the kitchen.
“Sit down. It’ll be ready soon.”
“I can do it.”
“What are you talking about? You know I showered first because of the cooking.”
Yoon Ye-jun was kind. So kind he was almost mean. He was wickedly kind. Ki Young-han stood next to Yoon Ye-jun, who was loosening the noodles in the pot by the stove. He wrapped his arms around Yoon Ye-jun’s waist. He slipped his hand under the t-shirt and touched his dry stomach. It was soft.
Yoon Ye-jun twisted slightly towards Ki Young-han, tickled. When their gazes met, Ki Young-han slowly lowered his eyes. Then, he moved his hand, which had been squeezing his stomach, to his side, and finally his hand reached his back. Yoon Ye-jun turned down the heat.
“…….”
“…….”
There was silence for a moment. Yoon Ye-jun stood on his tiptoes slightly, and Ki Young-han lowered his head. Their lips met. It was a short kiss, just touching lips before pulling away. Yoon Ye-jun stirred the noodles more with the chopsticks he held. They were almost cooked. Ki Young-han liked his noodles slightly chewy rather than mushy, and he himself was an easy-going person who didn’t care much about what he ate.
“Get the beer and soju out. And the glasses too.”
“Yes.”
Ki Young-han obediently followed instructions. He took out the glasses first, and then took the pot Yoon Ye-jun was about to move. He even took the initiative to carry the pot. He wasn’t usually like this. If it were the old Ki Young-han, he wouldn’t even have had to eat meals facing each other.
Yoon Ye-jun took out the soju and beer from the refrigerator on his side. Ki Young-han sat opposite him. Yoon Ye-jun scooped army base stew into Ki Young-han’s individual bowl. Ki Young-han opened the soju bottle and filled Yoon Ye-jun’s glass. Ki Young-han, unable to exceed his alcohol limit, opened a beer can. Chik-chick- The foam that rose quickly subsided. Ki Young-han took a sip of beer. His mouth felt tingly.
“Young-hyun was really cute. And… Dae-han was dependable too.”
Yoon Ye-jun broke the silence. In truth, the silence wasn’t awkward, nor was it a relationship where they had to force conversation, but since he hadn’t shared any thoughts about meeting the two brothers, he spoke up like this. Ki Young-han didn’t reply. He repeatedly picked up and put down the chewy noodles.
“Eat.”
Yoon Ye-jun gestured with his chin. Ki Young-han lowered his head. Slurp, slurp, he made a mouth-watering sound as he slurped up the noodles.
“Young-han-ah.”
Yoon Ye-jun raised the glass in front of him and took a drink. He ate some kimchi, which they had made together through bickering. Ki Young-han, meanwhile, also scooped up some broth. Despite looking like he had no appetite and was very picky about food, he ate surprisingly well. Perhaps it was from going to so many different restaurants. Yoon Ye-jun used the ladle in the pot to scoop out ham and broth and placed them in his individual bowl.
“Tell me about meeting the younger brothers today. It was nice having me there too, wasn’t it?”
“What are you talking about?”
Ki Young-han immediately scowled. Yoon Ye-jun picked up his glass. He offered it to Ki Young-han, who scowled fiercely and filled it. It’s peaceful. Yoon Ye-jun suddenly thought this. He had rarely experienced the small joys of everyday life, but he was experiencing them since meeting Ki Young-han.
He was finally beginning to feel that the ordinary is the happiest. Eating meals with Ki Young-han, Ki Young-han sometimes picking him up after work, going to cafes together, eating out, going for walks. Ki Young-han would sometimes wake him up in the middle of the night just because it was snowing.
“I didn’t ask to go, did I?”
“Why are you saying that again?”
Ki Young-han lowered his head.
“It would be good to get acquainted if you came to the graduation ceremony.”
He replied in a mumbling voice. He pouts so quickly. Soon, he pouted and retorted. Yoon Ye-jun narrowed his eyes and looked at him.
“You’re talking about that again.”
Ki Young-han had asked to go to Young-hyun’s graduation ceremony. You’ve seen his face before, haven’t you? Just go and come back, he had said, but Yoon Ye-jun had refused. He could have taken time off if he wanted, but he deliberately said no and drew a line.
For what reason would I be included in that event? Ki Young-han’s lips twitched again. Always pouting, really. Yoon Ye-jun raised his glass.
“Cheers, baby.”
When he spoke calmly, Ki Young-han also clinked his can against his. This, too, was fine. Drinking together in the dimly lit house, except for the kitchen, and chatting leisurely. He had met Ki Young-han around this time last year, in March. Back then, he thought of him as someone unpredictable and someone he didn’t want to understand, but now it had become like this.
“The kids don’t seem uncomfortable with me, do they? It’s a bit strange for your friend to suddenly treat us to a meal.”
“It’s because they know we’re dating.”
Yoon Ye-jun’s eyes widened. Blink, blink… He couldn’t reply and stared at Ki Young-han with his glass in hand. Ki Young-han glanced up.
“It’s a joke.”
He said it in a tone that didn’t sound like a joke at all. Yoon Ye-jun stammered, “Uh, uh….” He asked cautiously.
“It’s really a joke, right?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Ah, I told you so.”
Yoon Ye-jun kept asking until Ki Young-han finally gave an annoyed answer. Since he was someone whose emotions didn’t show on his face, it was difficult to distinguish between a joke and the truth. Still, if he said it was a joke, he had to believe him. It would be a problem to not trust his only lover.
Ki Young-han, having finished washing up, turned off the room light. Yoon Ye-jun, who had been leaning against the headboard and looking at his mobile phone, turned on the bedside lamp on the nightstand next to him. A soft, red light filled the room. “I’m glad I bought it.” He had impulsively bought it while shopping online, and it was serving its purpose well.
“Do you dislike saying we’re dating?”
Ki Young-han asked as he got into bed.
“Hm?”
Yoon Ye-jun asked back. He lay down. Ki Young-han, lying on his side, placed a hand on Yoon Ye-jun’s stomach. Yoon Ye-jun naturally turned towards Ki Young-han as well.
“I asked if you dislike saying it. To people around us.”
“Uh…”
Yoon Ye-jun drew out his words.
He couldn’t clearly commit to liking or disliking it. He had never even thought about it in the first place. He had no intention of marriage, so it was just about dating. And even then, he couldn’t proudly declare it to anyone, so he had thought he would hide it his whole life.
“Well…”
Yoon Ye-jun mumbled his answer. He hadn’t even thought about it, so he couldn’t say anything. Ki Young-han cupped Yoon Ye-jun’s chin with his hand. Perhaps it was the light, but his eyes seemed deeper. Their lips met silently. Yoon Ye-jun took Ki Young-han’s lower lip into his mouth and sucked. Ki Young-han pulled Yoon Ye-jun’s chin down. Through their parted lips, his tongue rubbed with a wet sound.
Mmm… As the kiss deepened, Ki Young-han, who had laid Yoon Ye-jun down comfortably, climbed on top. Yoon Ye-jun wrapped his arms around Ki Young-han’s shoulders. Their noses brushed, and their lips parted. Ki Young-han’s red tongue plunged into his lips once more. They sucked each other’s saliva, which tasted of toothpaste.
“I can go say hello.”
When their lips parted again, Ki Young-han whispered. Yoon Ye-jun met Ki Young-han’s gaze, then lowered his eyes to his own chest. Tok, tok. He unbuttoned his pajamas.
He had a tendency to be surprisingly adept at trivial matters. Yoon Ye-jun lifted Ki Young-han’s chin.
“My grandfather would faint.”
“My parents are fine.”
“Why?”
“They told me to bring the person I’m dating.”
Ki Young-han finished speaking and buried his lips against Yoon Ye-jun’s chest. His soft lips brushed against the skin of his chest. Yoon Ye-jun fumbled for the bedside lamp and turned it off. In the darkness, Ki Young-han’s breath felt closer. The breathing he felt on his chest, hiss-hiss, moved closer to his nipple. His tongue darted out and touched his nipple.
“Ngh…”
Yoon Ye-jun drew out his voice. His nipple was sucked through his parted lips.
“When… Hh, when did you tell them?”
Yoon Ye-jun asked, stroking Ki Young-han’s hair. Slurp, chupp, chupp. Ki Young-han, too busy sucking, missed his chance to speak. He bit Yoon Ye-jun’s nipple gently. He tightened his lips and sucked harder. The feeling of his areola getting wet was palpable. Yoon Ye-jun comfortably spread his legs. Ki Young-han, now fully settled between his legs, pulled down the waistband of his pajama bottoms.
“On Ki Young-hyun’s graduation day.”
“That wasn’t, ah, long ago.”
Ki Young-han grasped Yoon Ye-jun’s genitals. He rubbed the glans with his thumb. It was wet with sticky fluid. He wanted to suck it. As he unconsciously licked his lips, Yoon Ye-jun pushed Ki Young-han’s hair back.
“…Suck me more.”
As he offered his chest and pulled him closer, Ki Young-han bit Yoon Ye-jun’s nipple with his teeth.
“Ah…”
A low moan escaped. Yoon Ye-jun inhaled sharply, hic, hic. With the hand that had been cradling Ki Young-han’s head, he stroked down his neck. Ki Young-han continued to suck Yoon Ye-jun’s nipple until it was swollen. He didn’t forget to grip and rub his genitals either.
“Hh… Ah, ah, wait…”
When one nipple, bitten and sucked, began to ache, Yoon Ye-jun pushed Ki Young-han’s shoulder. Ki Young-han, whose lips were still slightly parted with his tongue sticking out, slowly closed and opened his eyes. As Yoon Ye-jun sat up, Ki Young-han propped himself up on the bed with his arms.
Yoon Ye-jun rubbed his lips against Ki Young-han’s mouth, wet from sucking his nipple. Smack. With a short sound, he pushed his tongue in first. Mmm… Wet sounds filled the space.
“Young-han.”
“…Yes.”
“Aren’t you scared to tell your parents?”
Yoon Ye-jun whispered, rubbing his lips against Ki Young-han’s. Ki Young-han grabbed Yoon Ye-jun’s pelvis and pulled him closer. He was dragged onto the bed.
“Not really.”
Ki Young-han rubbed his lips against Yoon Ye-jun’s shoulder.
“I’m not scared of anything.”
Ki Young-han slowly moved down. His shoulder, chest, stomach, he moved downwards, carefully brushing only with his lips. Soon, he reached Yoon Ye-jun’s lower body, and his genitals touched his cheek.
Except for one person. He swallowed the rest of the thought.
Yoon Ye-jun lowered his gaze. Ki Young-han closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against Yoon Ye-jun’s shaft. Then, he opened his mouth, took the glans into his mouth, and licked the urethral opening with his tongue. Hhht… Yoon Ye-jun’s body trembled, and his inner thighs tensed.
Ki Young-han held the base of the shaft with both hands and rubbed his tongue against the urethral opening as if licking ice cream.
“Haa-eut… Eut…”
Yoon Ye-jun pushed the bedsheet with his heels and moved his legs. He wanted to writhe, but it was difficult because Ki Young-han opened his mouth wider and moved his head to embrace the glans.
Ki Young-han’s jaw began to ache. It wasn’t easy to suck Yoon Ye-jun’s genitals. But they smelled good. He felt like he could suck them all day. He wanted to take them deeper into his mouth, but it was a shame he couldn’t. Gulp, gulp… When he lowered his head, the genitals touched his throat, and his breath was suppressed.
“Wait, ah… Just a moment…”
Yoon Ye-jun gasped for breath and lifted his hips. The genitals, pushed away, dug deep into Ki Young-han’s throat. Like swallowing a large candy, his airway was blocked. Cough, cough. Ki Young-han, who had been swallowing the genitals, spat them out with a gasp.
“Hh…”
His genitals were a mess. His own saliva, precum, and the cloudy semen he had ejaculated when they dug deep into his throat. Ki Young-han, his eyes reddened, grabbed Yoon Ye-jun’s genitals and shook them.
“I, ah, came…”
Yoon Ye-jun, limp, grabbed Ki Young-han’s wrist. Click, click… The sounds repeated endlessly, in rhythm. After ejaculating once, his body was unusually sensitive. Unable to hold back, Yoon Ye-jun panted, “Ah, ah…” Ngh…! As he let out a choked sound, semen spurted out again, wetting his hand.
Yoon Ye-jun tried to cool the lingering sensation that had flared up and was slowly subsiding. He exhaled through his nose. Ki Young-han fiddled with Yoon Ye-jun’s limp genitals. He came back to his side and flopped down. Yoon Ye-jun turned his body towards Ki Young-han, who had turned to face him.
“Here.”
“What…”
“Let’s rub them together.”
Ki Young-han slipped his hand into his pants and pulled out his genitals. While Yoon Ye-jun was nearly naked, with only his pajama top on and its buttons undone, Ki Young-han was still neatly dressed. Yoon Ye-jun felt a petty annoyance. He unbuttoned Ki Young-han’s shirt one by one. Ki Young-han said, “Ah,” and then took off his clothes himself. Yoon Ye-jun buried his lips on Ki Young-han’s collarbone.
“This…”
“You like it.”
Before he could finish speaking, Ki Young-han cupped Yoon Ye-jun’s buttocks and pulled him closer. Ki Young-han, as if nothing was wrong, pressed his genitals against Yoon Ye-jun’s, which were covered in bodily fluids, and moved them. As their genitals rubbed together, the wet sounds became more explicit. Meanwhile, Yoon Ye-jun caressed Ki Young-han.
To accommodate Ki Young-han’s preference for leaving marks, he continuously sucked his collarbone and chest, and touched and licked his nipples with his fingers. Each time, he felt fingers probing below from behind, but since nothing was released, his fingers only brushed against him and then moved away.
“From above, hh, do it from above…”
Yoon Ye-jun swallowed dryly. Gulp. What went down his throat felt like saliva, which was embarrassing. He then moved his body and climbed on top of Ki Young-han. Eyes filled with desire looked up at him. Yoon Ye-jun inhaled, hh, and rubbed Ki Young-han’s genitals and his own together.
It was entirely different from skillfully inserting and thrusting. They moved their bodies awkwardly, out of sync. Still, Ki Young-han liked it. A snort escaped him. Their pre-cum mixed, and their movements became smoother. Ki Young-han gripped Yoon Ye-jun’s pelvis. Haa, ah… Yoon Ye-jun, exhaling involuntarily, placed his hands on Ki Young-han’s stomach.
“Young-han, eut, Young-han…”
“Yes, eut…”
“Ah, ah…”
His voice was almost pathetic. Ki Young-han wanted to thrust his genitals into Yoon Ye-jun and ejaculate to his heart’s content. But he had to hold back because when he ejaculated without a condom, Yoon Ye-jun would speak in a voice tinged with fear, saying it felt like he was urinating inside him.
If he had his way, he would ejaculate freely inside Yoon Ye-jun, smear it all over the inner walls, and then block the opening with his fingers, scratching inside so it couldn’t gape.
“Fuck, really…”
What a perverted bastard. He had never been driven by sexual desire. He would frown even when watching erotic videos, and he detested perverts who were controlled by their lust. Yet here he was, wanting to suck between a guy’s legs, and now desperate to rub his own genitals against that guy’s.
Suddenly, he felt wronged, annoyed, and ashamed. But when Yoon Ye-jun lowered his body, kissed his cheek, and asked, “Young-han, ah, do you like it?” he would frown fiercely and end up hugging Yoon Ye-jun’s waist, only saying, “Yes, I like it…”
“Once, ngh, after I cum…”
“Lie down, I’ll, hh, take care of it.”
At those words, Yoon Ye-jun lay down on the bed. He slightly spread his legs. Ki Young-han glanced at Yoon Ye-jun. Yoon Ye-jun smiled slightly. He thought he was quite the fox. Ki Young-han bit his lower lip hard. Having ejaculated twice in quick succession, this time he lifted Yoon Ye-jun’s half-erect genitals with his index finger.
“Should I hold it?”
Yoon Ye-jun said something absurd. Ki Young-han didn’t reply to his words.
“Spread your legs and show me. I’ll masturbate once before inserting.”
“I could touch you too.”
“Then…”
He didn’t want to cum too quickly, he thought. Ki Young-han couldn’t finish the sentence. Yoon Ye-jun just decided he was that kind of person and spread his legs. “Hold behind my knees.” He was still bossy. Ki Young-han still felt that way.
Yoon Ye-jun knelt in front of Ki Young-han and spread his legs, holding them. It was obvious his lower body was fully exposed, and embarrassment washed over him, making him avert his gaze. Swish, swish… With a wet sound, Ki Young-han peered between his legs and masturbated. Even though he turned his head away, the sound of him gripping and shaking his genitals and his breathing reached his ears, filling him with arousal. Yoon Ye-jun unconsciously tensed his lower body.
“Why are you clenching?”
“…Don’t ask.”
Sometimes he seemed like a real pervert. While he himself, if you had to say, did everything with Ki Young-han, played games, sometimes teased him, and was sometimes teased, Ki Young-han had no filter. “Clenching.” Who would use such an expression?
Then, he heard the sound of a tongue moving inside his mouth. The sound of saliva mixing, and sucking, followed. Yoon Ye-jun turned his head back. Ki Young-han was sucking his two fingers. He rolled his long, thick fingers around in his mouth.
Yoon Ye-jun released the hands holding behind his knees. He placed his feet on Ki Young-han’s thighs. Ki Young-han, who had been rolling his fingers with his tongue, soon reached for his buttocks. His lower body, which had tensed and twitched at his gaze, was probed.
“Hht…”
“I’ll loosen it beforehand.”
“Ngh, ngh…”
His fingers forced their way inside. He probed the soft, tightly clenched inner walls, bending his finger joints. Yoon Ye-jun pushed his head back. His back arched forward, and he exhaled with a mixture of pain and a wet breath, hiss-hiss.
Ki Young-han continued to insert his fingers into Yoon Ye-jun’s body, probing and masturbating. By then, Yoon Ye-jun’s opening had tightened, tight, tight. Ki Young-han spread his fingers inside. He wanted to loosen it as much as possible, but honestly, it wasn’t easy.
“Why is it always so tight?”
“Hh, hhht… It hurts…”
“Is it because you don’t insert often? But you do it often.”
Is it because he doesn’t insert often? Usually, foreplay and petting happened daily, and sex with insertion happened three to four times a week. They kissed, helped each other masturbate, and licked each other endlessly, but something still felt missing without insertion.
“I want to, ah, insert quickly.”
“After one masturbation, ngh…”
“Can I cum here?”
Hhht, hh… Yoon Ye-jun moaned and shook his head. He put more force into the probing fingers. Yoon Ye-jun opened his mouth. His tongue peeked out and brushed his lips.
“Young-han, ah, I, just a moment…”
“Why?”
“Take it out for a moment, just a moment…”
The fingers that had been constantly pressing and probing the inner walls withdrew. Yoon Ye-jun touched his sore insides with his hand. Ki Young-han’s eyes, bloodshot and looking down at him, were fierce.
“Come over here.”
Yoon Ye-jun gestured with his chin. Whether he was between his legs or beside him, it wouldn’t make much difference.
“I’ll suck you.”
Only then did Ki Young-han move his body obediently. He moved to Yoon Ye-jun’s side, knelt, and propped his thighs up. Yoon Ye-jun turned onto his side. Ki Young-han placed another pillow under the one he was using so he could rest his head comfortably.
Yoon Ye-jun tilted his head. He rested one hand on his thigh and took Ki Young-han’s lower body into his mouth. Their thighs pressed together, and he slipped his hand between his legs. He loosened his own lower body and sucked Ki Young-han’s genitals. Uum, oom… The sound of him mumbling was accompanied by the sound of him probing his lower body.
Yoon Ye-jun clenched and unclenched his feet, then rubbed them against the sheet. Ki Young-han’s mouth felt parched. Yoon Ye-jun, sucking his hot, wet genitals into his mouth, his cheek bulging, looked sexy. He inserted two fingers into his opening and loosened his lower body as much as possible. He pulled his glans, which had been pressed against his cheek, out with a pop. The saliva-wet genitals touched his cheek. With glazed eyes, he kissed down the shaft. Ki Young-han cursed under his breath.
Yoon Ye-jun rubbed his lips on Ki Young-han’s testicles.
“Fuck, really…”
“Why…”
As he took his testicles into his mouth and mumbled, Ki Young-han immediately cursed. Yoon Ye-jun licked the shaft with his tongue once more. He rubbed his tongue against the glans. Eut, eut, sss, really… Ki Young-han was getting angry, excited, and venting all sorts of emotions on his own. Just cum already… Yoon Ye-jun thought, and at that moment, Ki Young-han grabbed Yoon Ye-jun’s shoulder.
“…Just a moment. Now, hh, you can take it out.”
“Here, cum…”
Yoon Ye-jun took Ki Young-han’s glans into his mouth once more. “I’m going to cum,” he said, his voice mixed with a hint of annoyance. Yoon Ye-jun’s jaw ached from filling his mouth with just the glans, but he put strength into his cheeks. Eut… Ki Young-han exhaled with difficulty. At the same time, the fishy taste of semen spread in his mouth.
“Tissues.”
When Ki Young-han pulled his genitals out, a tangled strand of semen and saliva connected Yoon Ye-jun’s lips and his glans. Yoon Ye-jun turned his head. The semen he held in his mouth, mixed with saliva, stretched long. He pulled out the fingers that had been probing inside. A gag reflex rose, and he forced his lips shut. He squeezed his eyes shut. Ki Young-han quickly pulled out tissues and brought them to his mouth.
“What are you doing not spitting it out, hurry…”
Gulp. Yoon Ye-jun swallowed Ki Young-han’s semen despite the rising gag reflex.
“…No, why do you keep swallowing it?”
Ki Young-han asked in a startled voice. Yoon Ye-jun finally opened his eyes. He wondered what kind of expression he had. Ki Young-han looked like he had seen something he shouldn’t have. Yoon Ye-jun opened his mouth. He showed his tongue, still slightly coated with semen.
Still?
“No, there’s nothing to eat, so why would you…”
However, the reaction wasn’t very good.
* * *
As he took the glans into his mouth, the genitals easily penetrated inside. Yoon Ye-jun’s inner walls tightened on their own. Ki Young-han swallowed and spread Yoon Ye-jun’s buttocks apart. He knew it was useless, but still.
“Are you okay now, hh, hh?”
Yoon Ye-jun lowered his upper body, burying his face in the soft, plush bed. As he couldn’t answer, Ki Young-han lightly thrust his hips, pushing in with a rhythm of thump, thump…. Yoon Ye-jun flailed his limbs. He managed to place his hands beside his head and grip the blanket. He turned his head to the side.
“I’m, ugh, fine.”
“Then, I’ll move.”
“Mmm, yes…!”
As soon as Ki Young-han finished speaking, he gripped Yoon Ye-jun’s pelvis and ground his body against him. Yoon Ye-jun swayed with Ki Young-han’s movements, like a leaf fluttering in the wind. Ugh, ugh, he let out suppressed sounds, being pierced endlessly.
From behind, Ki Young-han exhaled roughly, pushing his genitals into Yoon Ye-jun’s lower body without end. His waist twisted on its own. He certainly didn’t dislike it, but it was overwhelming. The size was never going to fit from the start.
“Hhht, yes, ah, ah….”
“It’s too, tight….”
He never thought his genitals were large. Yoon Ye-jun gripped the blanket tighter. Ki Young-han lowered his body, bringing his chest against Yoon Ye-jun’s back. Still pounding down, he placed his hands on Yoon Ye-jun’s chest. He rolled his fingers over his erect nipples, and kissed his nape.
“You, uugh, really, huk….”
“Ugh, why, ah, put some….”
Hhhu, hhhu… Yoon Ye-jun breathed out with difficulty. Ki Young-han, who was persistently caressing his nipples, took a breath to steady himself and thrust his genitals in. Yoon Ye-jun’s body swayed softly. Young-han, ugh, Young-han. He called out Ki Young-han’s name.
Below, something like a forearm was thrusting in as if to tear open his hole, his nipples were being pulled, his neck was being kissed, and his shoulder was being bitten down on. His head felt like it was spinning.
“It’s too, hht, good….”
“Me too, me too… But put some, just a little, ah, gently, gently….”
It was good, it was good. He couldn’t help it. He had admitted it from the start. Though he couldn’t call it skillful now, and Ki Young-han now looked at him during their encounters, they were two people with differences in size, girth, and stamina.
Even now, Ki Young-han would often just pound into him when he was horny, regardless of whether Yoon Ye-jun’s eyes rolled back or snot and saliva streamed down his face.
“Hhup, hhuut….”
“Ah, kiss, me, please.”
Ki Young-han brought it up even as he was suppressed. Yoon Ye-jun’s hand touched the sheet. Young-han…. He called out in a pleading voice, and Ki Young-han flipped him over. Yoon Ye-jun wrapped his legs around Ki Young-han’s waist and hips. His hands rested gently on his shoulders. Immediately, lips approached his eyes.
Thump, thump, thump…. Even as he pressed against the inner walls and forcefully inserted himself, the two kissed. A moist tongue tickled Yoon Ye-jun’s tongue. Mmm…! Swallowing his suppressed breath, Yoon Ye-jun writhed below.
He slipped his hand under Ki Young-han’s twisting head and grabbed his hair. Ki Young-han pulled back, then slammed forward with a thwack. Yoon Ye-jun’s hips lifted. His genitals, thrust deeper, seemed to writhe.
“Ugh, hhuu… Young-han, ah, ah….”
Ki Young-han preferred looking at each other to doggy style, and he liked being called by his name. Even now, as soon as their lips parted, he called his name, and Ki Young-han thrust his genitals in rapidly with a thwack, thwack.
“Mmm, yes…!”
Yoon Ye-jun lowered his hands to Ki Young-han’s back. He dug his nails in as if to grip his skin. Calling Ki Young-han’s name, he bit his neck. The legs wrapped around his waist slowly lowered, reaching his hips.
“Ha, fuck….”
Ki Young-han let out a suppressed curse filled with lust.
Yoon Ye-jun swallowed his breath as his genitals pressed against his inner walls. Ki Young-han rubbed his lips against Yoon Ye-jun’s mouth and cheeks, pulling back and then thrusting forward with a whoosh.
“Ah… Young-han, uugh….”
“Hold me, hhu, tighter.”
“Yes…!”
Thwack-! Ki Young-han wrapped his arms around Yoon Ye-jun’s shoulders and pulled him close. As his genitals forced their way through the closed inner walls, Yoon Ye-jun embraced Ki Young-han’s shoulders. He caressed the solid bone structure and bit his shoulder hard.
Then, lifted by Ki Young-han, who embraced his back, he was raised. Before he knew it, Yoon Ye-jun was on top of Ki Young-han. As he tilted his head back, Ki Young-han kissed his neck endlessly. His lips and hot breath wet his skin. Yoon Ye-jun grabbed Ki Young-han’s shoulders, rubbing his genitals against him and wriggling his body.
“Ah… Ah, ah!”
Skin slapped against skin. Yoon Ye-jun’s hips were held by Ki Young-han. Embracing Yoon Ye-jun’s waist with one arm, Ki Young-han buried his lips in Yoon Ye-jun’s nipples. While wriggling his body, pierced by his genitals, he sucked his nipples with a slurp, slurp sound.
He shook his head. He cried out in pleasure without realizing it. Ki Young-han grabbed Yoon Ye-jun’s hips and spread them apart. Yoon Ye-jun trembled and tried to cling to him. Ki Young-han bit Yoon Ye-jun’s nipples gently.
“Hhuut…!”
Yoon Ye-jun trembled all over as he reached his climax. He exhaled forcefully, his lower abdomen twitching. His inner walls contracted. Ki Young-han, who was thrusting inside, felt a throbbing in his lower abdomen. Semen flowed from his genitals, which were slowly stroking his abdomen. With their lower abdomens wet, they embraced, Yoon Ye-jun hunching his back.
“Hhu….”
Ki Young-han laid Yoon Ye-jun down. Yoon Ye-jun opened his eyes hazily, his body limp. Ki Young-han made him wrap his legs around his waist. He bit Yoon Ye-jun’s lower lip gently.
“Why did you finish alone?”
“Ah, it was too….”
“Mmm.”
Ki Young-han kissed Yoon Ye-jun again. Yoon Ye-jun wrapped his arms around Ki Young-han’s neck. Ki Young-han gripped Yoon Ye-jun’s very wet genitals. He held the glans in his hand and gently stroked the tip. Slurp, slurp… Wet sounds echoed. Their tongues tangled endlessly before slowly parting. Yoon Ye-jun panted again.
“It was too, hhuu, too, ah, good….”
Ki Young-han tilted his head again. Each time he gently stroked Yoon Ye-jun’s genitals, his already tight inner walls contracted as if to break his genitals.
Ki Young-han pulled back and slammed his genitals in with a bang, bang. Yoon Ye-jun’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His whole body grew hot. Ki Young-han scratched Yoon Ye-jun’s urethral opening with his fingernail. Huk… Yoon Ye-jun’s groin trembled.
White foam formed around the opening where his genitals entered and exited. Ki Young-han used this as lubricant and thrust his hips even faster. Yoon Ye-jun whimpered with each thrust, and trembled with his limbs when he pulled back. He could barely breathe, only gasping for air. Water streamed from Yoon Ye-jun’s genitals. Only then did Ki Young-han remove his hand from the genitals he had been gripping.
“Hhu, hhuuut, ah, I can’t….”
Yoon Ye-jun stretched his body out. He rubbed his genitals against Ki Young-han’s body as if to embrace him. It was a mess. Ki Young-han was the same. He too held his breath, kuhp, and puffed out his chest. His pent-up heat erupted as he ejaculated deep inside.
Even with his genitals inside, semen leaked out. Ki Young-han kissed Yoon Ye-jun again. He thrust his hips, spreading semen on the inner walls.
Soon, Yoon Ye-jun’s body lost strength. Yoon Ye-jun spread his arms and lay down on the bed. Ki Young-han slowly withdrew his genitals. White foam and semen leaked from his opened insides. Drip, drip, the hole that had expelled the semen closed up quickly. Ki Young-han lay down beside Yoon Ye-jun. Yoon Ye-jun breathed with difficulty. Ki Young-han opened his arms, and he was embraced.
“My stomach hurts….”
Yoon Ye-jun complained. Ki Young-han moved his hand between Yoon Ye-jun’s legs. He stroked his genitals once, then massaged his plump testicles.
“Don’t touch….”
Yoon Ye-jun said, burying his forehead in Ki Young-han’s chest.
“You know.”
“I don’t.”
Ki Young-han glared at his silly wordplay. Yoon Ye-jun smiled weakly, his face exhausted from just one insertion. Ki Young-han tilted his head. He met Yoon Ye-jun’s lips with his own and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer.
Yoon Ye-jun placed his hesitant hands on Ki Young-han’s side. He stroked his broad back, which was moderately muscled. The silent collision of lips lasted only a moment before tongues playfully intertwined.
I wish we could be this happy every day.* Yoon Ye-jun suddenly thought. Meeting Ki Young-han’s brother and his partner, having a meal together, talking, returning home, and having a light drink and affection. Had he ever imagined such a thing?
He had always lived his life fiercely, avoiding deep human relationships and pretending not to know, but just as Ki Young-han had changed, so had he. That’s why he sometimes felt sad. It was strange. These days should be filled only with happiness, but for some reason, he couldn’t understand why.
“I have something to say.”
“What is it?”
“I’m so happy right now.”
Ki Young-han spoke of happiness with an emotionless face and a monotone voice. At the same time, they were thinking the same thing. Yoon Ye-jun carefully lifted the corners of his mouth. He admired Ki Young-han, who could say he was happy so casually. Then, he thought it was true. What was happiness, anyway? If you’re happy now, you’re happy.
“Young-han.”
“Yes.”
“I’m happy too.”
After speaking, Yoon Ye-jun felt embarrassed. He was supposed to be the less shy one between them, so why was he like this? Ki Young-han wordlessly grabbed Yoon Ye-jun’s hips.
“I want to get married.”
“You and me?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t figure you out, Young-han.”
“Figure what out?”
“I can’t tell where your shy points are.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ki Young-han’s expression crumpled. See. He had said it casually, but it was tinged with embarrassment disguised as annoyance. Yoon Ye-jun knew now. He wasn’t an idiot. He could roughly tell from Ki Young-han’s expression. He was embarrassed right now.
Instead of answering, Yoon Ye-jun hugged Ki Young-han tighter.
“I want to be with you forever too.”
Even if it was childish. Even if it was impossible, Yoon Ye-jun whispered his affection while held in Ki Young-han’s arms. If his lower body hadn’t been gently rubbing against his thigh, couldn’t it have been a slightly more romantic moment?