#78
The bathtub where Taemin and Idam had been together was now empty.
The two had moved to the bedroom and were intensely making love.
“Haa… mmh… haa…”
Idam lay on his back, his pale legs spread wide. Taemin had inserted his member into Idam’s opening and was thrusting vigorously, interlocking their fingers to prevent Idam from feeling any sense of release. The bed creaked loudly with their movements.
The experience felt new, perhaps because they were in a different place than the mansion where they usually had sex. Honestly, Taemin had wanted to enjoy it outdoors. But with the rain and losing the hide-and-seek game, it couldn’t be helped.
Still, Idam was delicious. His tightly gripping inner walls and small body that seemed unable to take it all but ultimately swallowed Taemin’s entire length were both endearing and erotic. The pheromones were, as always, fantastically beyond words.
Taemin looked at Idam’s stomach. Lying down made his belly appear even flatter, and due to the thin skin, Taemin could visibly see his member bulging out and receding with each thrust. A new desire began to sprout in his eyes.
‘It’s because he’s not a complete omega. Even with heat cycles, the chance of pregnancy is almost zero. He’s infertile.’
He recalled Im Hoyoung’s words when Idam had his first heat cycle. According to him, Idam was infertile. But as it turned out, Idam was a fairy of creation who had come to Taemin.
Eventually, Taemin thrust his member deep into Idam and began to ejaculate. Thick semen poured out, dominating Idam’s inner walls.
“Mmnh…”
Idam’s lower body trembled, perhaps feeling Taemin’s seed penetrating deep inside him. Yet he continued to swallow it. Taemin caressed Idam’s belly, feeling a new impulse rising like a flame within him. It was an extremely abnormal emotion.
The night deepened, and the rain showed no signs of stopping.
* * *
“I wonder how Idam is doing?”
Hayun sat on the sofa, opened a can of beer, and took a refreshing gulp. After working all day at the office arranged by Ji Taemin, he had ordered some delivery food for a quick meal and was now resting.
Although he had been anxious about the position Taemin had arranged, the work was manageable, and the other employees were friendly. Moreover, contrary to his expectations of rough gangsters occupying the place, it was no different from a regular office job. He found that quite surprising.
Just as Hayun was considering sending Idam a message, but hesitating due to potential time differences, there was a sudden doorbell ring.
Ding dong.
Startled, Hayun got up from his seat. He first checked the intercom screen. He saw the face of a man he didn’t recognize.
“A foreigner?”
The man had blonde hair and blue eyes. Hayun wondered who it could be since he didn’t know anyone here yet.
[Ah, I’m sorry. I thought this was my friend’s house, but I must have the wrong place.]
Though he looked completely foreign, his Korean was quite fluent. Hayun was momentarily confused, but soon the man disappeared from the screen, and Hayun turned away from the intercom.
* * *
“Time flies.”
Idam muttered, looking at the calendar on the wall. Ten days had already passed since they arrived on this island.
During that time, he had been with Taemin all day, every day. As if to prove it, Idam’s neck was covered in bright red marks. In fact, they had been having sex almost constantly. Taemin hadn’t let him go all day. Somehow, Taemin’s touches exploring his body were even more persistent than when they were in Seoul.
However, Taemin had given him enough time to replenish his energy and sleep, so Idam was able to function normally now. Still, he felt a bit regretful that he hadn’t been able to explore the island more. So he planned to suggest going for a walk together with Taemin after their meal today.
“Phew. The water is boiling.”
Idam stared at the pot where the water was bubbling. A warm smile bloomed on his face.
Usually, this kitchen was occupied by Lady An and other employees, but they had temporarily vacated it at Idam’s request. He planned to cook lunch for Taemin today. He wanted to repay Taemin for all the exquisite meals he had been enjoying.
In fact, Idam was quite good at cooking. He had many opportunities to cook due to various restaurant part-time jobs and caring for his bedridden mother. However, he hadn’t had the chance to cook because of Taemin’s employees, so he had always stayed quiet about it.
Idam opened a package of thin noodles and put about two servings into the pot. He stirred it with long chopsticks. The menu he had chosen was spicy bibim-guksu (mixed noodles).
From what he had observed so far, Taemin seemed to prefer Korean cuisine. And he appeared to really enjoy spicy food.
One day they had eaten spicy seafood stew, and while Idam was panting from the heat of the many green chili peppers, Taemin remained completely unfazed. In fact, he ate more than usual. Taemin also enjoyed other spicy dishes like kimchi, gochujang bulgogi, and stir-fried octopus. The employees had even mentioned in passing that he often ate notoriously spicy pork cutlets.
Moreover, Idam liked bibim-guksu and was confident in making it. He had often made it for Hayun too. Hayun always praised Idam’s bibim-guksu highly, suggesting he should open a restaurant.
While the noodles were cooking, Idam started making the sauce in a glass bowl, mixing gochujang, mashed kiwi, minced garlic, and various seasonings. He was concentrating on stirring with a wooden spoon when his phone, placed on the counter, started ringing. It was a voice call from Hayun.
Idam checked the closed kitchen door. All the employees were out, and Taemin should be working in the study. Since no one was likely to come in right away, he answered the call on speaker mode.
“Hey, Hayun. What’s up?”
[Why? It’s my day off, so I thought I’d call.]
“I see.”
They had been exchanging messages occasionally over the past ten days, so they were somewhat aware of each other’s situations. Hayun seemed to be doing well with his company work and getting along with the people there. He had even mentioned a recent welcome party where, surprisingly, no one pressured him to drink despite him barely touching alcohol.
[What are you doing?]
“Oh, I’m about to make bibim-guksu.”
[Huh? Why bibim-guksu?]
“I wanted to make it for the CEO.”
As Idam answered, he felt a flutter of excitement, as if he were really Taemin’s wife.
[Hah. You’re doing all sorts of things.]
Hayun spoke as if exasperated. He still seemed to dislike Taemin. Idam felt disappointed whenever he saw Hayun like this. While it was true that Taemin wasn’t normal, he had helped them in various ways, so it didn’t seem right for Hayun to keep his distance like this. However, fearing a rift with Hayun, Idam had to swallow his words without defending Taemin.
[Are you coming back to Korea now?]
“I’m not sure.”
When they first came to this island, they had said it would be about a week, but now it was unclear. Han Jongcheol didn’t seem to have been caught yet, and Taemin hadn’t shown any signs of wanting to return to Korea.
[But you’ll be able to come back to Korea by your birthday, right?]
“Birthday? It’s my birthday?”
[Oh geez. Where’s your mind? Your birthday is in two weeks!]
“Ah…”
Idam quickly looked at the calendar again. Indeed, it was true. He had forgotten about it since he usually didn’t place much importance on his birthday, and his sense of time had become blurred on this island.
[Keep that day free. It’s your first birthday as an adult turning twenty, we should have a party together.]
“Mmm.”
[Let’s party all night!]
“Ah…”
Idam thought Taemin might allow him to go out, but staying out all night seemed unlikely.
[Why? No answer?]
“No, okay, I got it.”
Hearing the edge in Hayun’s voice, Idam thought it best not to mention anything about Taemin’s permission or concerns.
[Is there anything you want as a birthday gift?]
“Well…”
[I guess I can’t expect an answer from someone who just learned it’s their birthday. Think about it slowly.]
“You don’t have to…”
[It hurts my feelings when you say that between us. I’ll even accept something a bit expensive, so choose well.]
Idam was about to refuse again, but Hayun unilaterally ended the call. Idam felt grateful to Hayun for remembering his birthday, but also felt sorry that Hayun wanted to give him a gift when his circumstances weren’t great. Still, he was happy to have someone who cared about him so much.
Suddenly, Idam imagined Taemin celebrating his birthday but quickly dismissed the thought. He felt it would be too shameless to expect such a thing after receiving so much help already. It felt like dreaming a dream he shouldn’t.
Idam quickly rinsed the cooked noodles in cold water. He shaped the noodles into small balls and placed them in a colander. Then he picked up a cucumber to start preparing the vegetables. At that moment, the cucumber looked like a candle on a cake. He also had a fleeting vision of Taemin holding out a bouquet of roses, wishing him a happy birthday. He didn’t understand why these images were flashing through his mind when he wanted to focus on cooking.
Idam shook his head vigorously.
“Don’t think strange thoughts, Yeo Idam…”
“What strange thoughts are you having?”
“Huh?”
Startled, Idam quickly turned around. Taemin was standing right behind him, having entered without notice.
