By Zephyria 
Instead, Yeon-jun reached out his arm. Eun-ha couldn’t react to the sudden, unexpected approach of his hand.
“Looks like you have a bruise here…”
His index fingerprint gently traced the edge of Eun-ha’s jawline. The excessively delicate touch sent a faint shiver down Eun-ha’s spine. Eun-ha, momentarily taken aback by the clearly tension-inducing gesture, stared at Yeon-jun with increasingly ambiguous eyes.
Regardless, Yeon-jun fixed his hazy gaze on Eun-ha’s chin, lightly touching the slightly darkened area with his fingertips a few more times, as if trying to determine whether it was a bruise or something else.
It was indeed a fading bruise, causing a slight throbbing sensation.
Eun-ha recoiled, more from the ticklish feeling than anything else. Yeon-jun, whose hand was now withdrawn, didn’t avert his gaze. His lingering eyes repeatedly traveled between Eun-ha’s lips and chin.
“Did you get into a fight?”
“…Something like that.”
“How did that happen?”
Eun-ha didn’t understand why Yeon-jun kept prying. Why was he asking? Was it even important? Eun-ha, feeling bothered by the unwanted attention that felt like meddling, firmly closed his mouth. It was a sign that he didn’t want to answer, and furthermore, that he wanted Yeon-jun to change the subject.
And it was right after that that Yeon-jun ruined Eun-ha’s mood.
“I wish you wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t what?”
“Go around meeting just anyone.”
“……”
The straightforward content, delivered plainly, was enough to prick Eun-ha’s nerves. What did he just say?
“…I don’t know why that story is suddenly coming up.”
Eun-ha, mulling over the abruptly delivered words, let out a hollow laugh. He understood that it was advice based on what had happened that day, the day he had become completely insensible. Since he had mentioned sex partners, he guessed that he must have also grumbled about other things.
However, he couldn’t understand why Yeon-jun was telling him what to do about it. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it was difficult to understand. In any case, it wasn’t pleasant.
“Isn’t that how you got hurt?”
“So what if I did? What’s it to you?”
“……”
“Are you lecturing me right now?”
“It’s not like you like them.”
“Who says?”
“That’s what Hyung said that day.”
“That must have been Drunken behavior.”
“……”
“And even if it’s true, it’s none of your business.”
Even in the face of Eun-ha’s somewhat cold response, Yeon-jun’s expression didn’t change much. He remained quiet, without showing any particular reaction. He just had a blurry look on his face, still affected by the alcohol.
So, Eun-ha wondered if he should just dismiss it as Drunken behavior and move on.
“I’m sorry if that sounded offensive…”
“……”
“I’m worried. Especially since you got hurt like that.”
“……”
“It seems a bit, dangerous…”
“So, I’m saying it’s my body and I’ll do what I want with it, so what’s it to you? And…”
“……”
“You know you’re just anyone, too, right?”
That was why he was so dumbfounded by the current situation. What makes you so different from those anyones that you’re saying this?
Eun-ha recalled the man’s outrageous words that had burst from his lips and cheeks just a short while ago. We had a good time that day. What did I do wrong? Why are you suddenly acting like this… Those bizarre lines were so pathetic and melodramatic that they made Eun-ha feel insulted and miserable the entire time he was listening.
In Eun-ha’s interpretation, Yeon-jun’s concern wasn’t much different. It claimed to be concern, but at its root, it was ultimately the same logic as those someones who mistook a mere one-night stand for a great right.
A sudden wave of annoying irritation surged up. Ah. It was so predictable and annoying. Eun-ha wanted to spew out nasty words.
However, the reason he swallowed the sentences that were boiling up inside him and controlled himself was because it had only been a short while since he had been beaten for not being able to hold back and speaking carelessly.
But just letting it go and moving on made Eun-ha’s stomach twist.
Eun-ha, who had been lying straight with only his head turned until then, twisted his body. He propped himself up on the sofa with his elbow, raising his upper body to the side. A sharp headache struck for a moment. As the distance between their faces narrowed, Yeon-jun consciously moved his body slightly backward. Eun-ha stared intently at him. He glared as if looking askance.
He didn’t like it. Not a single thing. It had been like that for a very long time.
Especially that… face. Even amidst the blurriness of being drunk, his expression didn’t become particularly disheveled.
The kid…
Eun-ha muttered inwardly. At the same time, he made an objective assessment of himself. He hadn’t completely shaken off the effects of the alcohol yet.
So, half of it must have been resentment, and half of it must have been an impulse from the alcohol. It had been bothering him the whole time. The man’s habit of not losing his composure. All of his seemingly virtuous aspects.
And on the other hand, he was still curious about that day he couldn’t remember.
Eun-ha, who had been staring intently at Yeon-jun, reached out his hand. He wrapped it around Yeon-jun’s neck and pulled him towards him. It was a nonchalant gesture. Yeon-jun, caught off guard by the sudden action, was pulled in, bewildered, and Eun-ha kissed him.
Their eyes were open. Both of them. Eun-ha glanced at Yeon-jun’s widened eyes, as if displeased. He nibbled on the tightly closed, soft lips. As if urging him to respond.
However, Yeon-jun didn’t respond. He stiffened in place for a moment, then grabbed Eun-ha’s shoulders with both hands and barely managed to push him away. It was a fairly firm and bewildered touch.
“What, now…”
Eun-ha, who had been silently pushed away, tilted his head again with his lips slightly parted. He kissed the man, who couldn’t react quickly due to his semi-paralyzed mind. He suddenly pushed his tongue into the gap that hadn’t been closed. In an instant, flesh rubbed against flesh.
Hot breath spread. Eun-ha left a supple kiss on the man, who was momentarily stunned and disoriented. He lightly sucked on his lips and tongue, and used the tip of his tongue to rub the mucous membrane inside his mouth. He stirred things up everywhere, acting aggressively while the alcohol-laced breath mixed thickly, vibrating his five senses. It was as if he was being newly soaked in intoxication. Heat rose to his head as the humid energy of their breaths was conveyed. The enclosed space became damp with the sound of their deeply intertwined bodies.
Throughout all of this, a confused gaze groped around Eun-ha’s eyes from nearby. The hands that were still gripping Eun-ha’s shoulders seemed to be applying stubborn force. As if trying to push him away again. Or as if barely holding on to something.
But it was only for a moment, and gradually, the force was released limply. Eun-ha could see a deep anguish flitting across the eyes he was facing. Eun-ha ridiculed what seemed to be a modicum of morality or pretense that he was clinging to even while drunk, and conspicuously cupped the man’s cheeks. He supported them ticklishly and stroked the smooth skin with his fingers. He made a sound as he sucked on his lower lip.
The moment the eyes that had been wavering in conflict lost their strength was instantaneous.
Haah, Yeon-jun let out a heated sigh. With a slight frown, the man slowly moved his mouth. He sucked on their entangled lips and tongues. The hands that had been on his shoulders gradually transformed into a form that tightly held and supported his body. Eun-ha glanced at Yeon-jun. For a moment, his eyes were completely devoid of reason. A sneer resonated in his throat. Yeah. You’re going to be like this. You’re going to react like this so quickly, yet you dare to worry about me…
Separately, he felt good. Perhaps it was because he had been drinking, but excitement quickly rose. It was just another night like any other. Yeon-jun was just another person, no different from anyone else.
As the kiss deepened, Eun-ha pulled his head back. Rough breaths burst out from both of them. A blatant gaze clung to their wet lips. A feeling of regret. A state of losing judgment and being faithful only to instinct.
Eun-ha felt a much clearer mood as he slid down the sofa. He naturally leaned over the man, burying his lips again. He put his arms around his neck and deliberately put his weight on him. For a while, he supported his weight by holding the floor with his hands, but in the end, he had no choice but to collapse onto the man, who collapsed helplessly. A long, deep kiss continued.