By Zephyria 
Chapter 5(2)
“Haa… Fuck, we did it yesterday, so why is it still so tight?”
Kneeling, Tae-gyeom gave a shallow thrust, watching the lotion ooze out from the point of contact. Every time his member entered and slightly withdrew, gently parting the path Seo Hae-young had opened, an erotic sensation gradually rose. A chill running down his spine, Hae-won hurriedly grabbed Seo Hae-young’s arm and shook his head.
“Hae, Hae-young… I was wrong. I won’t, won’t do it with him…! I want to do it with you, okay?”
“Later. Let’s do it after Tae-gyeom finishes once, okay?”
Covering Hae-won’s eyes with his palm, Seo Hae-young answered in a tender tone. Plunged into darkness, Hae-won distorted his lips and strained his splayed legs.
“No, no. I don’t want to do it with him… hng…!”
“Fuck… you really know how to make someone feel like shit.”
Tae-gyeom forced the closing legs wide open and pushed up the T-shirt covering Hae-won’s chest. He caressed the chest, which bore messy marks, and pinched a nipple.
“Ah! Don’t touch me…!”
Tuning the pinched nipple this way and that, Tae-gyeom suddenly let out a playful laugh as if a funny idea had occurred to him.
“Hey, Hae-young. Isn’t this bastard incredibly sensitive?”
“Is he?”
Seo Hae-young gathered Hae-won’s arms, who was tossing and turning wildly to escape, and hugged him as if binding him. Thanks to that, the palm covering his eyes disappeared, but Hae-won furrowed his brows as much as humanly possible. In his brightened field of vision, Tae-gyeom was leaning over with a smirk.
“Of course you wouldn’t know if you just ram it in.”
“Stop… stop it…”
Goosebumps broke out as breath touched his chest. Tae-gyeom opened his mouth, took the erect nipple in one bite, and sucked it hard. Rolling the saliva-coated nipple with his finger, Tae-gyeom moved his mouth to the other nipple, nibbling the raised flesh with his teeth and sucking strongly.
“Hng…!”
His waist twitched. A pointed tongue circled around the nipple. At the same time, as the thrusting began, his toes curled instinctively. His hypersensitive body responded faithfully, contrary to his heart. It was a pleasure he already knew, and that made it even more terrifying. He didn’t want to show Seo Hae-young the sight of him sobbing like he did yesterday. He tilted his head back and looked at Seo Hae-young desperately with wet eyes.
“Ah… stop, stop it…”
“Hae-won. Does it feel good?”
Seo Hae-young pushed his thumb between the parted lips, blinking as if truly curious. Hae-won denied it, tears dripping down.
“No, it’s not… so stop this… ah!”
Tae-gyeom’s hand gripped the smooth, hairless member and shook it up and down. The pleasure hit him directly, and Hae-won, his eyes half-closed, mumbled while biting Seo Hae-young’s finger. It felt too good, but he hated it too much.
“Please, tell him to stop…”
His chest was damp. Having soaked the nipples by sucking them to his heart’s content, Tae-gyeom straightened his waist and used both hands to roll and pull the nipples while thrusting his member in sharply. As Seo Hae-young pressed down on Hae-won’s tongue to force his mouth open, erotic moans flowed out unobstructed.
“Haa… Hae, Hae-young, ah…!”
“He loves it even with just a little touch, this crazy bastard.”
Tae-gyeom chuckled and pressed down on Hae-won’s thighs. Between the wide-open legs, he showed Seo Hae-young the white member, erect and trembling.
Hae-won’s gaze followed downward. The moment he discovered his stiffly erect member, he froze and then wailed, twisting his captured arms. He couldn’t escape the firm grip at all, but he wasn’t in a state of mind to judge that.
“No, it’s not…! You fucker! Let go, stop! I don’t want to…!”
“What do you mean ‘don’t want to.’ I’m going to do it.”
Tae-gyeom propped up and lifted the buttocks so the member was clearly visible, then rammed himself in. Because Seo Hae-young was holding his arms firmly, his body didn’t even slide back. The sensation of Tae-gyeom’s member entering and exiting the hole was vivid. The erect member slid deep inside, crushing the sensitive spot and shaking his hips to provide continuous stimulation. Clutching Seo Hae-young’s T-shirt, Hae-won broke into stifled sobs.
“Ah, nng… hup…! Hae-young, please…!”
It was as if Seo Hae-young were giving alms, handing his body over to Go Tae-gyeom. Hae-won could not understand the current situation. He couldn’t believe Seo Hae-young’s behavior—casually handing him over and then casually watching it happen.
Even amidst the horror, every time Go Tae-gyeom’s member stirred his organs, his own member hardened and moans escaped. It was humiliating. He wished this were all just a nightmare.
Hae-won pulled at the T-shirt he was holding, trying to make eye contact with Seo Hae-young. However, Seo Hae-young was looking at the twitching thighs with an expression devoid of emotion. He felt that if this continued and he reached ejaculation, he would be so crushed by self-loathing that he wouldn’t be able to breathe. A distant terror clouded his mind, and Hae-won blurted out another excuse.
“I-I was wrong…! I’m sorry… If you do it once, yes…! I said I wouldn’t tell you…!”
“Hmm?”
“That I… like it… I said I wouldn’t tell, but that bastard…!”
Tae-gyeom, who had been fucking into the sticky hole while panting, let out a loud laugh upon hearing Hae-won’s words.
“I didn’t… say that?”
Hae-won, who screamed as the member shoved deep inside, froze. His tear-filled eyes turned toward the chuckling Tae-gyeom. Tae-gyeom raised an eyebrow and added with a brazen face.
“I just said we slept together, you idiot. That’s not a secret.”
“…Wh, what?”
“You said it with your own mouth… and then you fucking blame someone else?”
The legs, draped over the shoulders and stretched into the air, trembled. Tae-gyeom applied force, slamming his member against the softened inner walls.
“Haa…! Ah!”
As Seo Hae-young released his grip on the arms, Hae-won’s upper body slumped onto his thighs, unable to move as he was impaled. Since he was lifted from the waist to the legs, there was no escape. Pushing against the cold floor or flailing his legs was all useless.
“Ah… ah!”
He didn’t say it? Seo Hae-young already knew he liked it. He already knew…
Seo Hae-young finally met the eyes of Hae-won, who was now shaking listlessly, out of it. His red lips parted.
“Where do you think you’re trying to trick me?”
Hae-won looked at the curving lips with a horrified gaze, tears continuing to drip from the corners of his eyes. Soon, Go Tae-gyeom released the first burst of semen into the condom. The moment his waist touched the floor, he fell forward. Hae-won, his face pressed into Tae-gyeom’s thigh, gasped as he took in the member that immediately pushed back inside. Seo Hae-young, holding and spreading the buttocks with both hands, thrust his hips violently against the loosened inner walls to make movement easier.
“Ah, fuck… you not using a condom? How the fuck am I supposed to put it back in after you just came, you shit?”
Tae-gyeom, who tied the end of the condom and tossed it into the trash can, vented his annoyance. Seo Hae-young looked with satisfaction at the hole that tightened just enough and rammed his member in.
“Figure out how to get it out yourself…”
“Then why the fuck did you buy them if you weren’t going to use them, you crazy bastard?”
Tae-gyeom grabbed the box rolling on the floor and threw it at Seo Hae-young, then lifted Hae-won’s face, which was pressed against his thigh. He tilted his head and stared intently at the face held in his palm.
“Ah… ah-eu…”
Hae-won’s face—with wide eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and swollen lips—came closer every time Seo Hae-young thrust his hips. Unable to grasp the situation, Hae-won could only let out moans. Tae-gyeom stroked the corner of Hae-won’s eye and then snapped his head up.
“Why is this bastard crying so much? Is he always like this?”
“He does cry a lot…”
Seo Hae-young answered leisurely, hoisting up Hae-won’s sagging waist. Lifting his knees slightly off the floor, Seo Hae-young let out a short breath, feeling the inner walls clinging tightly to his cock. He thought it would be much better if he put it in after it loosened more, but this was decent enough. He glanced at the dim stairs and slapped the buttocks that bore handprints.
“Hey. Relax.”
“Hup…!”
Instead of relaxing, the buttocks tightened further at the blow. In a daze, Hae-won rubbed his cheek against Tae-gyeom’s palm and lifted his heavy eyelids. His vision was blurred by moisture, and he couldn’t even tell who was in front of him. So, he simply begged.
“Hae, young… I was wrong… stop it…”
Tae-gyeom looked at Hae-won’s glazed eyes and gently shook the face he was holding.
“I’m not Seo Hae-young.”
“Don’t do this… ah…!”
Tae-gyeom looked at Seo Hae-young, who was preoccupied with fucking, and then wiped Hae-won’s eyes with his palm. Roughly wiping the moisture on his pants, Tae-gyeom lowered Hae-won’s head between his legs.
“Suck it and make it stand. If that bastard comes, I’ll be gentle with you.”
Hae-won’s lips touched the limp member. The scent that wafted into his nostrils was not Seo Hae-young’s. Hae-won gripped the pants he could reach and looked up.
“Tae, Tae-gyeom… we’re friends… ah… let’s not do this…”
He was even begging Go Tae-gyeom. Tears fell steadily, and the corners of his forced smile trembled. Even then, his body jolted and shook because Seo Hae-young was slamming into him from behind. Looking at Go Tae-gyeom’s face, he threw away his pride. He hadn’t wanted to be like this with Go Tae-gyeom specifically, but he simply couldn’t endure it.
However, Tae-gyeom flicked Hae-won’s forehead as he begged piteously and grinned.
“Sure, Hae-won. Can’t you even do this for a friend?”
Tae-gyeom wrapped his hand around the back of Hae-won’s head, pulled him in, forced his lips open, and shoved the glans inside. Thanks to Seo Hae-young slamming his hips from behind, the member was sucked deep into the throat.
“Hng…!”
Hae-won’s back, slumped on an incline, shuddered. The inner walls, made sensitive by Go Tae-gyeom’s ravaging, accepted Seo Hae-young’s member with an unwanted pleasure. Tae-gyeom grabbed both of Hae-won’s hands, which were trying to push away the thighs, and pulled them up to hold them together. With the weight shifted, his mouth opened wide, and the member slid down his throat.
“Khek, ugh…!”
He was suffocated. Tae-gyeom gripped the wrists of the choking, heaving Hae-won and thrust his hips. At the same moment the cock stabbed the throat, the member embedded in the hole pierced the deepest part. Hae-won ejaculated on the floor, his entire body trembling. His eyes, widened in disbelief, stung painfully.
“Huu, ugh…”
“Oh… does Hae-won like this kind of thing?”
Tae-gyeom burst into laughter, but to Hae-won, it was just a humming noise. Seo Hae-young, who was gripping Hae-won’s buttocks and ramming himself in, also let out a soft laugh. That, too, was just noise.
Tae-gyeom eventually released his wrists and pushed Hae-won’s forehead away. Thick saliva stretched as the member slid out, scraping the throat. Hae-won collapsed onto Tae-gyeom’s thigh. The erect member tapped against his exposed cheek. With his arms limp, Hae-won wavered, staring at the scattered condom boxes.
“Ah, nng… eu…”
It felt good. Every time Seo Hae-young’s member entered, a pleasure he had never felt in previous encounters clouded his mind. At the same time, it was horrific. The version of himself that spread his legs for two friends in turn, gave up his hole, and felt pleasure while waiting to ejaculate.
Had it been that obvious that he liked it? He thought he hadn’t shown it. He thought they wouldn’t know if he kept his mouth shut. That’s why he sucked Go Tae-gyeom’s cock. That’s why he had sex with Go Tae-gyeom, but Seo Hae-young already knew, and he had sex with Seo Hae-young, and actually, Go Tae-gyeom hadn’t told the real secret… He had blabbed it all with his own mouth, and that’s how it ended up like this. That’s why…
“Hng… ah…”
Thump, his heart hit the floor. Suddenly bolting up from his limp position, Hae-won crawled, scratching the floor, and pulled out Seo Hae-young’s member. He swung his fist at Tae-gyeom, who was trying to grab and press down his shoulder. Tae-gyeom’s grip loosened as he was hit in the jaw. The thumping sound of his heartbeat was so loud he wanted to cover his ears. As he rubbed his ears roughly with his wrist and stood up, his legs buckled. He hurriedly grabbed the sofa and limped, running into the room he saw in front of him. He climbed over the bed, where the bedding was neatly arranged, and curled up in the corner. His limbs shook violently, and his teeth chattered.
“Ah. Fuck…”
A curse escaped Seo Hae-young’s teeth. Rubbing his forehead, Seo Hae-young stood up, tucking his veiny member back into his pants. Tae-gyeom, who was rotating his hit jaw, followed the room Hae-won had entered with his eyes and quickly raised his voice before Seo Hae-young could handle things.
“Yoon Hae-won— Just come back. Say you’re sorry.”
“I don’t want to, you fucker!”
Hae-won, who had ducked into the room that didn’t even have a door, snapped back in a tearful voice. At the same time, Seo Hae-young, who had been standing still, began to move. Watching Seo Hae-young’s back as he strode toward the room, Tae-gyeom let out a deep sigh upon hearing the loud noises that followed. He only hoped nothing got broken.
Seo Hae-young came out of the room shortly. Holding Hae-won firmly by the hair.
Tae-gyeom let out an exclamation, his lips parting, and looked at Hae-won, who was being slammed onto the floor, with pitying eyes. He should have just stayed still; that temper that popped out occasionally was the problem. Tae-gyeom took a stance to watch, arms behind his back, then blinked and straightened his waist. Contrary to the naive thought that he would just give him a few slaps and stop, Seo Hae-young kicked the fallen Hae-won squarely in the stomach.
“Khek…!”
Hae-won curled his body into a ball, wrapping his arms around his stomach and writhing in agony. Having been kicked near the solar plexus, he couldn’t breathe for a moment. Seo Hae-young took a step toward the rolling Hae-won and kicked his exposed flank once more. This time, Hae-won couldn’t even let out a moan, rolling on the floor while gasping for air. Tae-gyeom let out a hollow laugh as he watched Seo Hae-young grab Hae-won by the collar and pull his upper body up, with the fallen Hae-won between his legs.
“Hey. Why are you beating him like that?”
Bending his waist and raising his hand, Seo Hae-young glanced at Tae-gyeom and then looked away. He slapped the cheek of Hae-won, whose head was lolling, unable to regain consciousness. For a slap with a palm, the sound was quite intense. After hitting him once, he replied as if it were obvious.
“He doesn’t listen.”
“Does he listen just because you do that?”
Hae-won, whose head snapped to the side, suffered a nosebleed just like the first time he had sex with Seo Hae-young. Even seeing the droplets of blood fall, Seo Hae-young didn’t blink and quietly muttered.
“Yeah. He listens well when he’s hit.”
The hand that had swung up struck the same spot once more. On the second blow, his lip burst. A thin stream of blood flowed down his jaw. Hae-won let his limbs hang limp and did not resist.
It was a habit learned since childhood. If he wasn’t caught, he ran to the end; if he was caught, he gave up quickly and waited for the end as if dead. Usually, this resulted in getting hit less, but it was uncertain if Seo Hae-young would show mercy.
As expected, Seo Hae-young sat astride Hae-won’s stomach, let go of the collar, and moved his hand to the head. He gripped the hair tightly and slammed it down onto the floor. Hae-won, who had his head turned, felt a sudden ringing in his skull. A monotonous moan, “Ah…”, escaped his lips.
“Hae-won.”
“Yes…”
Hae-won answered blankly. Tears flowed steadily, blurring his vision.
“What is it that I hate?”
Seo Hae-young whispered, tightening his fist as if to rip the scalp off. Hae-won managed not to forget the warnings from long ago and stammered out the three things Seo Hae-young hated.
Ignoring messages. Not coming when told to come over. Not listening.
Having listened to the quiet muttering, Seo Hae-young yanked the hair up and slammed it back down onto the floor. Hae-won didn’t even let out a moan, but Tae-gyeom, who was watching, grimaced as if his own head had been slammed.
“You know, so why do you do it? Are you going to keep acting like this?”
“I’m sorry… I won’t do it again…”
Hae-won, his eyes half-closed, apologized obediently. He had no choice. If he acted stubborn and got hit with a fist, the recovery was slower. After he mumbled “I’m sorry” a few more times, Seo Hae-young let go of his hair. Gently stroking and untangling Hae-won’s messy hair, Seo Hae-young looked around and left a final warning.
“I’ll let it slide just for today. If you do it again, you’re really getting hit.”
“Yes…”
The now-tame Hae-won sprawled out on the floor, and Seo Hae-young, unable to find what he wanted, reached his palm out toward the blankly staring Tae-gyeom. Tae-gyeom, who had been observing the strange relationship between the two with a frown, raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“Something to eat.”
“…Huh?”
“Hurry. Something sweet.”
Seo Hae-young waved his hand slightly, his expression demanding it immediately. Tae-gyeom, unconsciously searching his pockets, laughed, asking what kind of nonsense this was. But Seo Hae-young’s expression was utterly serious. The gesture became more persistent, and eventually, Tae-gyeom ran down to the kitchen and threw a piece of chocolate in front of Seo Hae-young.
“Did your blood sugar drop because you were beating him? You’re really fucking ridiculous…”
Ignoring the temperamental Tae-gyeom, Seo Hae-young tore open the bag, took out a piece of chocolate, and popped it into Hae-won’s mouth, which was stained crimson with blood. After closing Hae-won’s jaw and gently patting his cheek, Seo Hae-young stood up from the stomach he had been sitting on and dusted off his hands.
“Let’s do it once you’ve finished eating.”
“What the—”
Passing by the arms-crossed Tae-gyeom, Seo Hae-young grabbed some wet wipes and tossed them next to Hae-won’s head. As soon as he saw Hae-won’s Adam’s apple bob, confirming he had swallowed, he gave a nonchalant command.
“Take your clothes off. Wipe your face.”
“Okay…”
Staggering as he pushed himself up, Hae-won peeled off his crumpled t-shirt and used the wet wipes to scrub the blood and tears from his face. It took four wipes before his bare skin finally emerged.
Sitting in front of him, Tae-gyeom looked back and forth between the blood-stained tissues and the face, letting out a lukewarm laugh. After watching him get beaten so excessively right in front of his eyes, he suddenly felt a loss of appetite for the act.
“You’re handsome, Hae-won.”
He offered the compliment for no particular reason, but Hae-won didn’t respond to Tae-gyeom’s words. Hae-won wiped his nose one last time. No more blood came out. When he finished and looked up, Seo Hae-young gave a slight smile.
“We have to do what we were doing earlier.”
Slowly kneeling and lying prone, Hae-won placed his hands on Tae-gyeom’s thighs. Then, he reached into the pants, pulled out the penis, and took it into his mouth. Stunned, Tae-gyeom looked down at Hae-won sucking the glans, then shifted his displeased gaze toward Seo Hae-young, who was moving in toward Hae-won’s raised buttocks.
“…He’s obedient.”
“Hae-won is a good boy. Once you beat him a bit.”
Seo Hae-young pushed his penis in one go into the slightly parted hole, stroking it all the way up. Hae-won, who had been gripping and sucking Tae-gyeom’s cock, let out a low moan, his eyelashes trembling.
“Ah…”
Without a word, Hae-won let tears drip down as he rested his head on Tae-gyeom’s thigh and licked the shaft with his tongue. He pressed his lips against it, sucking and stroking it with his hand. Tae-gyeom didn’t force his penis into the mouth of the struggling Hae-won, but instead stroked the back of his head.
“Nng… hng…”
Every time Seo Hae-young, supporting his lower abdomen, thrust his hips, the crown of Hae-won’s head thudded against Tae-gyeom’s stomach. Hae-won stared at the grotesque penis before closing his eyelids. The unsettling feeling that this was a bit strange was abruptly cut off by Seo Hae-young’s kicking. He opened his eyes again and kissed the penis. If he just endured it for a little while, it would be over soon.
“Ah, ah…”
Moaning, Tae-gyeom brushed the corner of Hae-won’s eye—which was leaking water as if the tear ducts were broken—and let out a short sigh. He reached out, grabbed a water bottle rolling on the floor, and poured water into Hae-won’s parted, burst lips. Half of it spilled out, soaking the floor, and half was swallowed before Hae-won coughed and spat some out. Looking down at the ruined face, Tae-gyeom let him rest his head on his thigh and stroked his half-erect penis with his hand. Regardless of how pitiful Yoon Hae-won looked, the regret of finishing after just one round was too great.
* * *
“Ugh…”
Hyun-woo, who had slept as if unconscious for half a day, woke up with a stiff body. Seo Hae-young had fed him so much alcohol that he felt like he’d come back from the dead. To make matters worse, he’d slept on the sofa, leaving his cramped legs aching. He trudged to the kitchen, opened a water bottle and downed half of it in one go, then took a quick wash in the bathroom, and the lingering effects of the alcohol cleared away cleanly.
This is why being young is great. Having completed a refreshing and rapid recovery, Hyun-woo stroked his abs, which felt slightly diminished due to overeating, and stepped onto the stairs to the second floor.
“Hey—!”
Though the sun was high in the sky, the whole house was deathly silent. Shaking his wet hair, he entered the first room he saw and found Go Tae-gyeom sleeping face down on the bed. With a chuckle, Hyun-woo put strength into his legs and leaped onto the bed.
“Hey! Wake up!”
He landed squarely on Tae-gyeom’s outstretched legs.
“Ah, fuck…!”
Tae-gyeom bolted upright, irritably brushing back his messy hair. Hyun-woo quickly snatched the blanket and threw it far away, stepping back with a laugh.
“Let’s eat and go to the beach. Go wash up.”
“Ah… you could’ve woken me up more gently. That fucking hurt…”
Rubbing his eyes with his palm, Tae-gyeom muttered curses as he picked up the fallen blanket. He showed no sign of lying back down.
“I’m going to wake the others.”
Walking excitedly into the other room, Hyun-woo let out a sigh of admiration. The room with a full view of the ocean through the floor-to-ceiling window was always stunning. Though Tae-gyeom didn’t use it because he preferred being enclosed on all sides.
Dropping his gaze, he saw a round lump wrapped in a white blanket on the bed right below the window. Smiling mischievously, Hyun-woo approached and whipped away the blanket covering the face, then froze.
“Uh…”
It was Yoon Hae-won. Because he was lying diagonally, only his profile was visible, revealing his rounded shoulders and forearms. Clear handprints and lip marks were etched into the bare skin. Stiffening, Hyun-woo carefully covered him back up with the blanket and scratched his head. The marks were so vivid that they looked like they’d been left just recently; if they were doing it secretly while on a trip, they must be quite…
“Good morning.”
Startled by the sudden voice, Hyun-woo spun around to find Seo Hae-young, wearing only pants and shaking out his wet hair. After an awkward “Oh,” Hyun-woo glanced at Seo Hae-young, who had just come out of the room’s bathroom, and tucked the blanket tightly around Hae-won. He became instinctively on edge, thinking that Go Tae-gyeom might not know about his relationship with Yoon Hae-won.
“Why did you wash up in here?”
Ignoring the uncomfortable Hyun-woo, Seo Hae-young strolled over and perched on the edge of the bed. Grabbing Hae-won’s ankle poking out from under the blanket, he gently rubbed the ankle bone with his thumb and spoke nonchalantly.
“I slept here, so I washed up here.”
“…With Yoon Hae-won?”
The forced smile on Hyun-woo’s face cracked. Seo Hae-young continued to fiddle with the ankle before climbing onto the bed. He then wrapped his long limbs around the blanket-shrouded Hae-won and smiled as if a screw had come loose.
“Yeah. I slept with Yoon Hae-won, why?”
“No, uh… I see.”
Since the bed was wide, they could have just slept together, but Yoon Hae-won was completely naked… Suddenly, a dirty image struck his mind. A bizarre fantasy of the three of them fucking. His stomach churned. It felt as if the subsided hangover was rushing back. Hyun-woo hurriedly told him to wake Hae-won up and come out, then covered his mouth and bolted from the room, vowing to stop having such absurd imaginations.
Not long after Hyun-woo left, Hae-won woke up. Because it was closer to a blackout than sleep, his head didn’t feel clear. His swollen eyes were hard to even blink. His whole body ached, and he groaned, burying his face in the blanket. He felt as if the hole that had housed cocks interchangeably all night had been hollowed out. He felt a shiver as he noticed the entrance still opening and closing on its own.
He had no memory of what happened after he was beaten by Seo Hae-young. More than half of yesterday’s memories had vanished as if they’d been carved out. Even when he frowned and tried to recall, everything beyond that point was pitch black.
“Did you sleep well?”
His body jerked at the familiar voice. The blanket that had reached his shoulders slid down, and fingers touched his curled back. Stroking the protruding vertebrae of his thin back, Seo Hae-young asked again, “Hmm?” Hae-won tried to answer as he had been taught, but his sunken throat stung too much. As he rubbed his throat, a single memory flickered.
When one was poking his lower hole, another had entered his throat. He couldn’t remember whose cock, or how many times he had sucked. Meanwhile, Seo Hae-young’s hand moved downward. Rubbing a deep purple bruise on his side with an index finger, he asked softly.
“Do you still like me?”
Blinking, Hae-won did not answer. Planning to use the excuse that his throat hurt if necessary, he buried his face in the pillow. He had always waited for the call, but now he didn’t want to see Seo Hae-young. He was glad his back was turned.
Looking at Hae-won, who remained silent, Seo Hae-young sat up and grabbed the round head. He forced him to nod up and down and grinned widely. The fleeting trace of embarrassment was quickly covered by his usual vacant smile. Grabbing the shoulder of the backward-lying Hae-won and flipping him onto his back, Seo Hae-young tapped the furrowed brow and smiled brightly.
“Get up. Let’s go to the beach.”
Hae-won glanced at the smiling Seo Hae-young while rubbing his brow. The noon sunlight streaming through the window illuminated Seo Hae-young brilliantly.
But it was strange. Whenever Seo Hae-young smiled, his heart used to race, and he felt light and ticklish, but now it was different.
The beat was low and fast. A chill ran down his spine, and his shoulders instinctively hunched. It was an emotion he had felt through other people a long time ago.
His father kicking the bathroom door, the CEO raising a fist saying he couldn’t pay the daily wage, a customer suddenly grabbing him by the collar. The emotion he felt from Seo Hae-young was similar to theirs.
It felt exactly like back then.
* * *
Wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, Hae-won held his breath in the car on the way to the beach, staring only out the window.
A moment ago, Go Tae-gyeom had clicked his tongue and placed the hat on his head. The shade created by the brim mostly hid his bruised cheeks. Since he couldn’t remember yesterday, he didn’t feel angry even when looking at Go Tae-gyeom’s face. He was just glad that Hyun-woo, who was driving, was too distracted by the ocean to notice.
Watching the dense trees flash by, he briefly wanted to open the door. Not the small window, but he felt it would be refreshing to open the car door. He grabbed the handle and pulled slightly, but the door, which locked automatically above a certain speed, only made a clicking sound and wouldn’t open. A pity. Hae-won leaned his head against the window and took in the approaching blue sea.
“I’m just parking anywhere, okay?”
“Yeah. There’s no one around.”
Since it was far from the main swimming beach, it was deserted for a summer sea. A few people enjoying their vacations under parasols were visible on the sandy beach, but they were quite far away. Hyun-woo, who took a large parasol out of the trunk, ran ahead, quickly set up a spot, and dove into the ocean. Tae-gyeom, carrying the cooler, straightened the crooked parasol and unpacked. The luggage consisted only of drinks and simple snacks, so there was no need for help. Nor did he want to.
“Ah—! Hurry up and come here!”
Hyun-woo, waist-deep in the water, waved his arms. Hae-won shook his head and went under the parasol. Since no one had brought a mat, he spread out the checkered shirt he was wearing and lay down. His vacant gaze landed on the three people playing in the distant sea.
He stood at a crossroads. Now, he wanted to imagine a “what if.” A version of himself without Seo Hae-young, without Go Tae-gyeom, and without Joo Hyun-woo. If Seo Hae-young hadn’t existed, those two would never have met. Even if they went to the same school, they wouldn’t have exchanged a single word. They were different types of people to begin with.
In that case, Joo Hyun-woo, who always barged into his house to fill the fridge, would disappear. Go Tae-gyeom, who always grumbled but paid for his school trip as if giving alms, would disappear. Joo Hyun-jeong, who told him to speak up whenever he had a hard time, would disappear, and Seo Ga-young, who checked in on him every six months, would disappear. He wouldn’t have been able to hold his father’s funeral, he would have been kicked out onto the streets when his rent was overdue because he didn’t get paid, and he would have struggled with settlement money after beating up a classmate who picked a fight. It was bitter that all these assumptions ended up being about money.
He tilted the brim of his hat and looked up at the sky half-covered by the parasol. Come to think of it, he had no friends other than those guys. If a friend who lets you suck his cock counts as a friend, as Go Tae-gyeom said. The life he had lived for twenty-some years felt somehow pathetic.
“What are you doing?”
A face suddenly appeared, blocking the blue sky. Sea water dripping from hair seeped through his lips. The salty taste was unpleasant. A look telling him to get lost immediately surfaced.
“Go away.”
“You go away, you fucker.”
Chuckling, Go Tae-gyeom, who sat beside him, took water from the cooler and drank. Pushing himself up from his lying position, Hae-won leaned back on his hands and fixed his gaze on the sea. Suddenly, he wondered about Go Tae-gyeom’s state of mind. Just how devoid of a conscience must one be to do such a thing and then shamelessly strike up a conversation?
“Is your body okay?”
Tae-gyeom, closing the water bottle cap, glanced at Hae-won’s outstretched legs. His knees were bruised bright red. Even when told to let him lie down, Seo Hae-young had kept Hae-won prone and fucked him only from behind. Unable to watch any longer, Tae-gyeom had eventually hauled up the limp, moan-less Hae-won and propped him against the sofa. To Tae-gyeom, who preferred mutual pleasure if they were going to do it, Seo Hae-young’s taste was a bit… different.
“Hey, Yoon Hae-won. I asked if it hurts.”
Tae-gyeom leaned down toward Hae-won, who was staring into the distance without responding, and peered under the brim of the hat. Light brown eyes slowly rolled back. Their gazes met, but Tae-gyeom felt as if Hae-won was looking somewhere else. It was strange. No matter how he looked, he couldn’t see into Yoon Hae-won’s inner thoughts.
Joo Hyun-woo’s shouting, the steady sound of waves, and the splashing of water echoed in Tae-gyeom’s ears. And his vision was filled with Yoon Hae-won, with vacant eyes beneath drooping eyelashes and bruised cheeks. The skin, wet from the sea breeze, was cooling down. Unconsciously, Tae-gyeom grabbed the brim of Hae-won’s hat and lifted his chin.
Soft lips touched. Tae-gyeom tilted his head and parted his lower lip. He pushed his tongue into the mouth of Hae-won, who had been licking and sucking his cock yesterday. A hot, squishy tongue met his. It wasn’t his first time kissing someone, yet he felt a strange sensation that made the back of his neck tingle. Before he knew it, Tae-gyeom, gripping the long neck and locking their lips deeply, was kissing him so hard that Hae-won’s upper body was pushed back. The mixing of tongues and the sound of slight suction and release overlapped with the sound of the waves.
Hae-won, leaving the thick tongue ravage his mouth, blinked. Because they were so close, his focus blurred, but he could faintly see Go Tae-gyeom with his eyes closed. After a long while, the tongue that had been motionless wrapped around and finally sucked the lower lip with a pop before pulling away.
Hae-won, wiping his tingling lips with the back of his hand, picked up a water bottle rolling on the sand. He took a sip of ice-cold water and rinsed his mouth. Enduring the sensitivity of his teeth, he rinsed for a while and then spat the lukewarm water onto the sand next to him with a ‘ptoo’, making Go Tae-gyeom let out a hollow laugh.
“Wow, that’s cold…”
Tae-gyeom grabbed a handful of fine sand, let it slip through his fingers, and chewed his lip. He didn’t know why he had suddenly kissed Yoon Hae-won, even after everything he’d done. Glancing sideways, Hae-won’s face was hidden by the brim and invisible. A sudden surge of irritation rose.
“Ah, fuck…”
Tae-gyeom threw the sand aside and stood up. If they could fuck, what was a kiss? While walking toward the sea through the sinking sand, he suddenly wanted to look back, but he let out a deep sigh and suppressed the impulse. Anyway, Yoon Hae-won had been so soulless lately that he wasn’t even fun. He approached the noisy Joo Hyun-woo, kicking at the sand. He was annoyed.
After Tae-gyeom returned to the sea, Hae-won slowly lay back on the sandy beach. Staring at Seo Hae-young and Go Tae-gyeom, he repeatedly muttered the same words in his mouth. He chanted them like a spell, never letting them out loud.
Get sick of it, get sick of it, get sick of it, get sick of it, get sick of it, get sick of it.
After watching the water play for a while, Hae-won emerged from under the parasol and shook the sand off the shirt he put on. He wanted to be alone for a moment. Hyun-woo, the only one he could reasonably talk to, was playing by scooping sea water with a basin, so he didn’t bother calling him and walked away. Carrying a single water bottle half-empty, he walked slowly along the beach; the noisy sounds faded, and the sound of gentle waves covering and receding from the sand filled the surroundings.
By the time he snapped out of it and looked back, the parasol, Seo Hae-young, and everything else were gone. How far had he come? He searched his pocket to check the time, but the phone that should have been there was missing. Come to think of it, he hadn’t taken it out of his bag since arriving at the villa. Instead, a crumpled five-thousand won bill came out.
Fortunately, there was a cafe along the road, so he exchanged the five thousand won for some time. Sipping a cold ade through a straw, Hae-won looked at the sea stretching out beyond the window. Because he had woken up late, the sun was already beginning to set. He should probably head back, but the events of yesterday kept coming back to him, making him reluctant to leave the chair. In the quiet cafe where soft music played, he could relax infinitely without needing to be on edge.
He could have checked the time as much as he wanted, but for some reason, he didn’t want to. About an hour had passed since he entered. While chewing on the straw and looking at the sea, his eyes suddenly widened.
Right in front of the cafe’s glass window, Seo Hae-young flashed by. It was only a moment because of his fast stride, but it was definitely Seo Hae-young. His back straightened instantly.
He hadn’t even made a sound, but Seo Hae-young stopped dead in his tracks, looked around, and then slowly turned back. Their gazes locked through a single pane of glass. With cheeks flushed pink from the heat, Seo Hae-young spotted Hae-won chewing on a straw and let out a hollow laugh. After staring silently from a distance for a while, Seo Hae-young turned back the way he had come.
…Did he just leave? Hae-won, who had been sipping the rest of his drink with his tense shoulders finally dropping, suddenly felt his shoulder gripped firmly. His startled body jolted.
“How could you leave without saying anything?”
Having entered the cafe in the meantime, Seo Hae-young sat naturally in the seat opposite him and fluttered the collar of his t-shirt. A pleasant scent wafted every time the fabric fluttered. Hae-won glanced up at Seo Hae-young—who had never once smelled anything unkempt—and fiddled with the condensation-covered cup.
“Where’s your phone?”
Hae-won chewed on the straw and avoided his gaze. He knew he had to answer, but he didn’t want to right now. He shook the glass cup, stirring the ice. It was a clumsy act of defiance, possible only because he knew this much would be overlooked. As Hae-won pouted his lips, Seo Hae-young leaned over the table and asked again.
“Why aren’t you answering your phone?”
The phone with the cracked screen slid across the table. Hae-won’s gaze fell upon the screen.
[Yoon Hae-won♥(28)]
“I called a lot, didn’t I?”
That damn heart. For ten years, it had never once left the side of his name. When he first discovered that heart, he had been horrified and told him to take it off, but Seo Hae-young had responded by adding three more, resulting in a compromise of just one. It meant nothing, and Hae-won felt it was a waste of time to even care about it. Hae-won checked the missed call notification, turned off the screen, and handed it back.
“…I left it behind.”
“Is that so?”
Without prying further, Seo Hae-young shrugged, stood up from his chair, and gestured for him to hurry. Hae-won drank the rest of his beverage in one gulp, returned the cup to the counter, and reluctantly followed behind. Against the backdrop of the sunset over the sea, Seo Hae-young’s back looked somehow too distant. It hadn’t been like this before.
They walked along the shoulder of the road that curved along the coast. Seo Hae-young, who had been walking ahead, slowed his pace to stay by his side and, out of character, threw an arm around his shoulder. The arm draped over his shoulder felt heavy.
“Were you very sick yesterday?”
Did he really need to ask? Thanks to that, he couldn’t even eat breakfast. For fear that he might throw up right then and there.
“Is that why you came this far without a word? I was really worried.”
Placing a hand over his chest, Seo Hae-young furrowed his brows and pretended to cry. It was a talent of his to do such things with that physique without looking pathetic. Hae-won carefully pushed away the arm resting on his shoulder.
“…Don’t do this.”
“Hmm? Do what?”
“Just… touching me.”
His heart hammered. Hiding his nervousness, he shifted his eyes. He was afraid that the beating he missed yesterday might happen here, but he still wanted to say what he needed to say. Seo Hae-young paused with a hum, and then this time, he wrapped an arm around Hae-won’s waist and pulled him close. Heat rose from their bodies as they were pressed together. It was an uncomfortable excitement. Even as Hae-won carefully tried to pry away the long fingers gripping his waist, they clung back; he would peel them off, and they would attach again.
“Hey.”
Hearing the low warning, Hae-won’s hand froze. Seo Hae-young, bowing his head beneath the brim of his hat, continued while stroking Hae-won’s waist.
“You slept with Go Tae-gyeom first. You said you liked me… how could a person do that?”
There were piles of excuses he could make, but his frozen tongue couldn’t produce a single word.
“Answer me.”
Stopping his stride, Seo Hae-young stepped forward, grabbed his shoulder, and pushed up the brim of the hat that was hiding his face. His confused expression and wandering eyes were laid bare under the sunset.
“I’m not saying anything about the fact that you two slept together. I even stepped back to let you two do it. But instead of saying thank you… why is your attitude like this?”
“I… I said I didn’t want to…”
He had said he didn’t want to.
“You didn’t? You didn’t want to? Why do you keep lying to me? It’s heartbreaking.”
As if truly heartbroken, Seo Hae-young furrowed his eyebrows and wore a pained expression while tenderly stroking the shoulder he held. Goosebumps broke out across the forearm hidden beneath the button-down shirt. Whether he knew it or not, Seo Hae-young stroked down to the forearm, lowering his eyes slightly before looking up. The corners of his lips curled up, and a soft whisper escaped.
“Do you like me?”
His lower lip trembled. He felt that if he said no here, he would literally die. He managed a stiff nod of his head. However, Seo Hae-young scrutinized his face as if trying to peel away the skin, gripping his shoulder painfully hard.
“Really?”
Hae-won hurriedly nodded a few more times, his body tensing up. He couldn’t tell if the pounding of his heart was excitement or terror. Having taken the answer into his eyes, Seo Hae-young delivered a very slow warning before letting go of his shoulder.
“The words you said with your own mouth… you have to take responsibility for them.”
Then, letting out a soft “Ah,” he added one more thing.
“If you go somewhere without a word again, I won’t let it slide.”
As Seo Hae-young pulled his arm, his hair fluttered like a dance, carried by the sea breeze. Staggering as he was dragged along, the soles of Hae-won’s shoes scraped harshly against the asphalt. On the single-lane road, a familiar car was slowly approaching.