Lee A-gon recovered the next day, but Park Hae-jun treated him carefully for a while, as if he were a sugar figurine that would break at a touch. How careful was he? He wouldn’t let him touch his cock for three days. The reason was that if he did such a difficult task—sucking cock—he might get a fever again.
Snow was falling outside the window, and the two grew more affectionate each day. They spent whole days doing nothing, lying on the living room floor with their backs against the sofa, watching TV and peeling tangerines.
Lee A-gon especially liked stories based on real events. They would binge-watch programs Lee A-gon liked on OTT services, and one day the topic of marriage and divorce came up.
A couple facing divorce was receiving counseling from a psychologist. The husband wanted a divorce, but the wife said she wanted to try once more to make things work.
“Divorce… why do people do it?” Lee A-gon asked, putting a tangerine segment Park Hae-jun had peeled into his mouth.
Park Hae-jun answered indifferently, “Probably because they don’t love each other anymore.”
“If you don’t… love… do you divorce?”
“Well, usually, I suppose? Especially if there are no children, it’s easier, right? Here, open wide.”
The next tangerine segment went into his mouth. Lee A-gon chewed the tangerine while focusing intently on the TV.
A second couple’s story appeared. This time it was about a wife who had left home after conflicts with her husband. The wife said:
—I hate my husband. But we have children together. Because of the children, I came back wanting to work things out with my husband.
“Children…” Lee A-gon murmured.
Park Hae-jun nodded. “See? She came back because of the children.”
“Do couples… with children… stay together? Don’t they… divorce?” Lee A-gon quickly added, “Is that… true for you too?”
“Me? I don’t know. I’m not married yet, and I don’t have kids.” Park Hae-jun answered casually while removing the white pith from the tangerine, “But, well, I guess I’d be the same? If there were children, it would be harder to leave a spouse. Hey, I’m feeling hungry, want some snacks?”
And before Lee A-gon could answer, Park Hae-jun got up and went to the kitchen.
Left alone, Lee A-gon stared intently at the TV. The second couple was crying while talking about their children. The wife said:
–When I left my kids behind, it didn’t feel like I was really living. I may hate my husband, but he’s still the father of my children. For the sake of the children, I don’t want to divorce…
Lee A-gon carefully pondered these words.
“Children. Kids. The children’s father.” He kept repeating these words until Park Hae-jun returned.
The next day was New Year’s. And Secretary Yang visited the safe house for the New Year.
“You can speak, know your own name, and recognize who I am. You can also eat by yourself.”
Secretary Yang seemed greatly impressed seeing Lee A-gon sitting calmly at the table eating. These were things most people who grew up normally could do, but until now, Lee A-gon had not been among that majority.
“It seems he’s developed a proper sense of orientation now.”
“Right?”
“But it’s too slow.”
Park Hae-jun, who had been excited to boast about Lee A-gon’s progress, closed his mouth.
“If the assistance was being done properly, this wouldn’t be happening. It’s too slow. Mr. Park Hae-jun, are you providing assistance correctly?”
“…”
Park Hae-jun couldn’t say anything. He was providing assistance. The lack of progress was due to their poor resonance rate, but he couldn’t say that.
“Mr. Park Hae-jun.” Secretary Yang sighed and placed a hand on Park Hae-jun’s shoulder. Then he tilted his head and gazed at him intently. “By any means necessary, Lee A-gon must be fixed. Didn’t you agree to that, Mr. Park Hae-jun?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Then why aren’t you having penetrative sex?”
Park Hae-jun jerked his head up. His eyes wavered at the startling question. Various thoughts flashed through his mind. The first thought was how did he know?
Park Hae-jun asked in a suspicious voice, “How did you know?”
“So it’s true. There has been no penetrative sex, correct?”
‘Ah, so it was just a guess.’ Park Hae-jun bit his lip.
Secretary Yang continued in a slightly softer tone, “Mr. Park Hae-jun. You signed a contract agreeing to provide assistance in every way possible. Do you remember?”
Park Hae-jun silently nodded.
“Then you should provide assistance through penetrative sex. Isn’t that what it means to provide assistance in every way possible?”
Again, Park Hae-jun nodded. He knew. He already felt that assistance through the genitals was effective.
But penetrative sex with Lee A-gon? He couldn’t imagine it. Sex with that weak, childlike being? Does he even know what penetrative sex is?
‘What if he gets startled when I mount him and his fever spikes to 42 degrees again?’ Park Hae-jun was honestly worried.
“There’s something you want, isn’t there?” Secretary Yang asked Park Hae-jun, who was hesitating to answer.
“Don’t you want to retrieve your work from Professor Seok? There’s no time to hesitate. At this rate, Professor Seok will end up making a movie with your screenplay.It will be too late after that happens,” Secretary Yang added.
Hearing those words, Park Hae-jun felt his hair stand on end. That was what he feared most.
Professor Seok had been trying to produce a movie using Park Hae-jun’s screenplay. Thanks to Park Hae-jun giving interviews and staging a one-person protest, the matter had been put on hold for now, but it could happen again at any time.
“Assist Lee A-gon through penetrative sex.” Secretary Yang stepped closer and said in a low voice, “Finish the assignment quickly. And then go back. Back to where Mr. Park Hae-jun originally belonged.”
‘Going back to my original place.’ Those words struck Park Hae-jun’s heart. His wavering eyes steadied.
“Then I’ll be expecting good results.”
Secretary Yang’s hand lightly patted Park Hae-jun’s shoulder a few times before moving away. Park Hae-jun clenched his molars tightly.
∞ ∞ ∞
Park Hae-jun had sex with two people so far. One was his girlfriend, and the other was an older woman he met at a club.
Although he hadn’t gone all the way, he had almost done it with a man too. In the process, they had engaged in quite intense petting.
What about Lee A-gon? Did he have experience with men or women?
Lee A-gon had been obsessed with Park Hae-jun’s cock since before he gained his sense of orientation. He was a boy who, even when he didn’t know his own name or where he was, just wanted to put a man’s cock in his mouth whenever he saw one. And this was despite the fact that the assistance wasn’t working properly due to their low resonance rate.
Lee A-gon, who was attracted to men. Lee A-gon, who loved cock so much.
But when it comes to the question of whether Lee A-gon had ever had sex, the story changes.
Park Hae-jun was certain that Lee A-gon had never had sex before. After all, until recently, how hideous and filthy had Lee A-gon been? In short, he wasn’t the type of visual you’d want to fuck—of course, he still isn’t—meaning he wasn’t attractive—of course, he still isn’t.
Of course, at this point, what mattered wasn’t whether Lee A-gon had sexual experience or not. It was that he himself now had to have penetrative sex with that unattractive Lee A-gon.
D-day had been set. Lee A-gon, who was mentally promiscuous but likely physically pure. Today could be his first experience. Park Hae-jun hoped that what would happen today would remain a good memory for Lee A-gon.
‘Make it pretty. Make it pretty.’
Park Hae-jun decided to start by decorating the room where the deed would take place.
Like birds entering mating season decorating their nests, Park Hae-jun brought pretty items from here and there. He replaced all the most important bedding with frilly ones. After placing frilly pillowcases on frilly bedding and adding frilly cushions with a few pats, indeed, perhaps because there were so many frills, it looked pretty, so pretty. It passed.
Next, Park Hae-jun drew the curtains and turned on mood lighting. Finding that insufficient, he lit candles too. One was too dim, so he lit two more. He also sprayed rose-scented perfume.
Still, something seemed lacking. Tilting his head, Park Hae-jun gathered pink items from various places: a pink teacup, a pink frame, a pink vase. Indeed, pretty. Pretty. Pretty. After arranging the collected items appropriately, the pretty nest was finally complete. Park Hae-jun, the male bird who had finished decorating the nest, squared his shoulders proudly.
Today might be the day of Lee A-gon’s first experience. Moreover, Lee A-gon had a crush on him.
He wanted to do well by him. Really.
He wanted to make it as painless as possible.
Because Park Hae-jun’s genitals were so large, the male junior he had tried with before ultimately couldn’t accept his member.
What about Lee A-gon? Would he also be in a lot of pain? Park Hae-jun resolved to give Lee A-gon as many kisses as possible. That way, it would hurt at least a little less.
Sitting quietly on the bed, Park Hae-jun crossed his left leg, then immediately crossed his right leg instead. His crossed leg trembled. He was quite nervous.
“Hyung…, what are you doing?”
When Park Hae-jun, who had gone upstairs to clean, didn’t come down for too long, Lee A-gon came up to the second floor.
“Are you going to sleep… already?”
It was only eight o’clock, and Park Hae-jun sitting on the bed with the lights off must have seemed strange to Lee A-gon. When Park Hae-jun beckoned with his hand, he obediently sat down beside him.
“Lee A-gon, I have a question. Can you answer it?”
“Yes.”
“Until now, why did you reject other helpers?”
“Helpers…?”
“The other people who came before me. There must have been people who tried to touch you.”
“Ah,” Lee A-gon nodded. He seemed to understand what Park Hae-jun was saying.
“Because I decided… to do it only with you, hyung.”
“What?”
“I decided to do it only with you… right? If it’s not you… I don’t want it. I only… with you, hyung.”
“What do you mean?”
Park Hae-jun didn’t understand.
Frustrated by Park Hae-jun’s confusion, Lee A-gon tried to explain earnestly, “You and I are… buddies. If it’s not you… I hate everyone else. Only with Park Hae-jun hyung.”
“…”
“Do you… understand now?”
‘No, I don’t understand at all.’