“Alright.”
Lee A-gon broke the silence and agreed with Park Hae-jun’s words. Only then did Park Hae-jun feel his airways clear, and he cleared his throat. For a moment, he had found it difficult to breathe.
“As long as you don’t spend time alone with other men, I won’t do that either.”
“Hey.”
“I can’t forgive you, hyung.”
Lee A-gon stood in front of Park Hae-jun, looking down at him. Lee A-gon, who always used to slightly bend his waist to match their eye levels, now stood straight, only lowering his eyes.
“Don’t be alone with other men. Not even for a moment. I can’t tolerate that. This is as far as I’m willing to compromise.”
“What did you just say? Forgive? Did you say you would forgive me?”
“Remember what I said.”
This bastard must be crazy.
“Why should I need your forgiveness? Why should I need your permission to drink with other men?”
Ding-dong. Just then, the doorbell rang, but the two continued their heated argument.
“I’m going to keep drinking with my friends however I want. I’ll drink with them one-on-one and I won’t ask for your permission.”
“You’re misunderstanding me, hyung. I’m not saying don’t drink with other men alone. I’m saying don’t do anything alone with other men.”
Ding-dong – the second bell rang.
Park Hae-jun raised his voice. “Are you crazy? Do you think that makes any sense?”
“Why doesn’t it make sense? Don’t do it. I clearly told you I won’t overlook it anymore.”
Ding-dong. Ding-dong-ding-dong-
“Who are you to tell me what to do? You better listen to me. If you do that one more time, don’t expect forgiveness from me.”
Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong- Ding―dong
The doorbell rang frantically, looking for Lee A-gon. The time was nine fifteen. Lee A-gon always left the house at nine to attend his classes.
“We’ll leave it here for today, but remember, hyung. Don’t be alone with other men. If you do it one more time, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
The doorbell kept ringing like background music in a horror movie. Lee A-gon looked down at Park Hae-jun with his hands in his pockets, standing in a defiant posture. His face was expressionless. His voice was neither high nor low.
Strangely, Park Hae-jun felt overwhelmed. This was Lee A-gon—that gentle and fragile Lee A-gon. Yet somehow, he felt distant. The drop in their gazes was felt not as a physical distance but as a psychological one.
Ding-dong- The bell rang again, now almost irritably. Lee A-gon sighed, lightly touched Park Hae-jun’s cheek once, and turned around.
“See you later.”
Soon after Lee A-gon left, the doorbell stopped ringing. Then a deep silence fell.
In the silence, Park Hae-jun touched his cheek where Lee A-gon had touched it. Something felt unsettling. Something was strange, but he couldn’t tell what it was.
“Oh right, senior.”
After a while, Park Hae-jun remembered Senior Yang. This was why he had fought with Lee A-gon in the first place. The fact that Senior Yang had overheard their intimate moment. He didn’t know how to handle this situation.
For now, Park Hae-jun opened his phone and wrote a message to send to his senior. It was a lengthy excuse claiming that everything that happened yesterday was all a misunderstanding. But he couldn’t press the send button. He knew that if his senior had heard his screams and moans, it could never be just a misunderstanding.
Just then, with a short vibration, the screen lit up. Park Hae-jun, startled, was relieved to see that the message was from Senior Jo.
[Are you free today? There’s a job opening]
In their last meeting, Park Hae-jun had asked Senior Jo to look for any on-site work opportunities. Finding jobs through personal connections was faster than through public listings. The better the job, the more this was true.
[They need a PA (Production Assistant) urgently to replace someone who dropped out]
[I’ll do it, senior]
[It’s in the countryside, so you’ll need to stay overnight. Is that okay?]
The overnight stay was actually better. He wanted to be away from Lee A-gon for a while. Park Hae-jun said it was fine, and soon received the call time and location from Senior Jo.
Good. Maybe after being apart for a day, that bastard will realize what he did wrong.
Whether it was rebellion or late adolescence, Lee A-gon had been saying strange things lately. The most absurd was the talk of “forgiveness.” It was ridiculous to think about who should be forgiving whom.
Park Hae-jun decided to be away from Lee A-gon for the one-night, two-day schedule. It was punishment for Lee A-gon for what happened yesterday and for daring to talk about forgiveness.
∞ ∞ ∞
Despite the urgency that had them calling in personal connections to find a replacement, when he arrived at the site, there was a delay because the actors and filming crew hadn’t arrived yet.
While waiting, Park Hae-jun searched on his phone. The search terms were things like “wet man,” “men with rear fluids,” “male discharge during intercourse.”
The search results were disappointing. They only showed things like “if a man has good water pressure when ejaculating, women like it too.” What Park Hae-jun wanted to know was the bodily changes that occur in men who are on the receiving end during sex.
Wait, should I go to a gay community then?
With eyes trembling with hesitation, Park Hae-jun reluctantly typed “gay community” in the search bar. When several sites appeared, Park Hae-jun chose the most normal-looking one and registered. Without even lurking first, he immediately asked what he wanted to know.
[Title | I’m a man in my 20s. I have a question.
I somehow ended up sleeping with a man….
Is it normal for men to get wet during sex?
I get really wet, and I’m wondering if this is normal?
I’m not gay, I’m asking because I really don’t know, so please give me detailed answers.]
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“It’ll take about 30 more minutes. If anyone needs to use the bathroom, go now.”
The FD (Floor Director) announced as they passed by. Hearing it would take another 30 minutes, Park Hae-jun went into a nearby café and ordered coffee. After playing a game on his phone for a while, he checked the community and found replies already posted. Park Hae-jun quickly checked his post
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Anonymous Member 1: Wet? How wet?
Anonymous Member 2: What nonsense. If you’re not gay, why are you sleeping with men?
Anonymous Member 3: Are you a bottom?
Anonymous Member 4: I get really wet too…
Anonymous Member 5: Tell me how much water came out in liters.
* * *
Park Hae-jun frowned. What he wanted to know was whether men get wet too, but everyone was talking about other things. Park Hae-jun replied to each comment.
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Anonymous Member 1: Wet? How wet?
└ Enough to soak the bedsheets.
Anonymous Member 2: What nonsense. If you’re not gay, why are you sleeping with men?
└ I had unavoidable circumstances. I didn’t want to sleep with a man either.
Anonymous Member 3: Are you a bottom?
└ Sorry, but what does “are you a bottom” mean?
Anonymous Member 4: I get really wet too…
└ ? So what?
Anonymous Member 5: Tell me how much water came out in liters.
└ The bedsheets were soaked. I don’t know in liters, but enough that water would come out if you squeezed the sheets.
* * *
The vibrating buzzer rang. Park Hae-jun went to get his coffee. At the condiment station, he pumped syrup once and tasted it, finding it a bit weak. He pumped twice more to make a sweet coffee and returned to his seat. When he checked his phone, Park Hae-jun was shocked. The comments section had gone wild.
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Anonymous Member 6: Want to meet up?
Anonymous Member 7: What do you mean you slept with a man due to unavoidable circumstances? Tell us more. I also want to sleep with a man due to unavoidable circumstances.
Anonymous Member 6: Where do you live? I’ll give you what you need.
Anonymous Member 8: This is hilarious. He asked if you’re a bottom and you’re like “what does that mean?” lol
Anonymous Member 6: I sent you a message.
* * *
With a ping, the message inbox lit up. Park Hae-jun reluctantly opened the message. The content was that the sender really wanted to meet him, claimed to have a really large dick, and offered seventy-four thousand won to see him get so wet that it soaked the bedsheets.
Seventy-four thousand won?
Annoyed by the oddly specific amount, Park Hae-jun deleted the message. Meanwhile, comments kept coming on the post. They started arguing among themselves about whether they liked men who get wet, calling his story fake, accusing him of making it up, and then fighting with each other.
Getting a bit heated, Park Hae-jun clicked the write button again.
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[Title | I’m the author of the post below.
It’s not fake. I’m asking because I’m wondering if this is normal?
I was on the receiving end, and water kept coming out like a slightly open faucet. It was so much that there was a sloshing sound every time there was penetration.
I don’t need to explain what the unavoidable circumstances were. This isn’t fake. From now on, please only comment if you have a serious answer.]
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Anonymous Member 1: I’m turned on, baby! Take responsibility! 弌弌弌弌弌弌弌弌⊃
Anonymous Member 2: You write so excitingly. Looking forward to the next part.
Anonymous Member 3: What is this? It’s just high-level bragging. Are you bragging about having a moist vagina?
Anonymous Member 4: why ignore my message why ignore my message why ignore my message why ignore my message why ignore my message why ignore my message why ignore my message why ignore my message why ignore my message why ignore my message why ignore my message why ignore my message why ignore my message
Anonymous Member 4: Is it because my offer isn’t enough money? You gold-digging honeytrap bitch…
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“…..”
What is this?
His mind was getting fuzzy looking at it. It seemed like no matter what he said, he wouldn’t get a normal answer. Anonymous Member 4 was especially scary. Offering just seventy-four thousand won and then treating someone like a scammer.
What kind of scammer would even do that?
Park Hae-jun wasn’t familiar with internet communities. He only made social media accounts to keep up with his seniors’ lives, not to upload his own daily activities.
“Ah, forget it.”
He thought about fighting back, but somehow felt it wasn’t worth the effort. Having lost the will to pursue this any further, Park Hae-jun simply closed the website. He decided never to ask anyone about this issue again.