Chapter 85
Damn it, are you out of your mind? You saw Ki Seo-jung crying, and you still want to do this, you crazy bastard.
Cha Yoon closed his eyes tightly and swallowed all kinds of curses he couldn’t say out loud. Of all times, this was their first meeting after acknowledging his feelings for Ki Seo-jung. Not only that, he had already kissed him passionately without even saying he liked him. To make up for this, he needed to clearly convey his feelings for Ki Seo-jung first. That meant physical intimacy was a matter for later.
However, contrary to his plan, his clueless body was steadily swelling in size. What if Ki Seo-jung got the wrong idea? If he misunderstood and thought this was just because of his body…. The situation was horrifying even to imagine, and Cha Yoon’s eyes flew open.
He glanced at Seo-jung’s shoulder, which was still pressed against him. He could feel the blood rushing, making him throb, and he knew the situation could become awkward at any moment, even if Ki Seo-jung hadn’t noticed yet.
So he had to resolve this before Seo-jung noticed, to prevent any misunderstandings. Having made his decision, Cha Yoon cleared his throat and spoke.
“Hyung, just a moment. I suddenly have a little problem. Can we hug again later?”
“What problem?”
“…I can’t tell you that. Anyway, it’ll just take a moment. I’ll definitely resolve it, so let’s do this again in a bit.”
Fighting the urge to stay close, Cha Yoon carefully gripped Ki Seo-jung’s shoulders and gently pushed him away. Now that there was a little space, it was time to cool down. He tried his best to direct his thoughts elsewhere and began reciting the first verse of the national anthem. East Sea and Mt. Baekdu…
While Cha Yoon was struggling to look at the ceiling, Ki Seo-jung’s gaze lingered on Cha Yoon’s face before lowering.
“Because of this?”
“What?”
Just as he was about to start thinking about the pine trees growing on Nam Mountain, Cha Yoon snapped back to reality at Ki Seo-jung’s voice. He asked back, confused, but Ki Seo-jung didn’t give any particular response. He just seemed focused on staring intently at something, which made Cha Yoon curious.
What is he looking at so intensely? Cha Yoon followed Ki Seo-jung’s gaze. And after a brief moment of silence, Cha Yoon’s eyes widened as much as they could. He had realized what Ki Seo-jung was looking at.
“Wait a minute. Wait, wait!”
His voice came out so urgently that one might think he was being chased by something. He was so flustered that he repeated the same words three times. In contrast, Ki Seo-jung opposite him blinked slowly, a completely different reaction from the panicking Cha Yoon.
When Ki Seo-jung showed no signs of looking up, Cha Yoon hurriedly lowered his arm to cover his eyes. Then he bit his lip hard. Shit, shit, shit…. Even worse curses filled his mind.
“Yoon, what are you doing?”
Seo-jung frowned, seemingly uncomfortable with his vision suddenly being blocked. Despite this reaction, Cha Yoon didn’t back down. Right now, the most urgent task was to prevent any strange misunderstandings.
“This is all a misunderstanding.”
“……”
“This isn’t because I want it, absolutely not.”
“……”
“Shit, it’s really not like that….”
But contrary to his intention to salvage the situation, only words like these came out of his mouth. The conversation that started with claims of misunderstanding didn’t reach a proper conclusion and just scattered like that.
Shit. Another silent curse escaped his lips. What the hell isn’t it, you crazy bastard? Ki Seo-jung would hardly believe it if you just blurt out that it isn’t. He criticized himself more harshly than anyone else could.
“What I mean is, this isn’t because your body is good. I mean, of course, your body is good. It’s good, but… I’m not doing this like some pervert who only likes your body.”
“……”
“This is just a natural reaction, you know. It can happen when you’re with someone you like. You’re a man too, so you understand, right?”
“You don’t want it?”
Just as Cha Yoon had calmed down and was carefully choosing his words to explain, Ki Seo-jung suddenly spoke up. What does that mean? Caught off guard by this unexpected response, Cha Yoon hesitated to reply.
“I want to do it.”
A soft, murmuring voice followed. And as soon as the last word was spoken, Seo-jung placed his hand over Cha Yoon’s hand that was covering his eyes. Cha Yoon flinched at the warmth on the back of his hand, as if burned. Unable to say anything, he focused all his senses on the feeling of Ki Seo-jung’s palm.
Noticing Cha Yoon’s reaction, Ki Seo-jung lowered Cha Yoon’s now powerless hand. As his darkened vision brightened again, their gazes met straight on.
Cha Yoon couldn’t take his eyes off the glistening eyes, their rims reddened from tears and still moist. Holding Cha Yoon’s gaze like that, Seo-jung slowly opened his mouth.
“We haven’t done it for a long time.”
“……”
“I want to touch you. So….”
“……”
“Let’s do it, Yoon.”
Huh? Having finished speaking, Ki Seo-jung interlaced his fingers with Cha Yoon’s hand he was holding, as if to emphasize his words. The soft, tender skin between his fingers brushed against Cha Yoon’s, unlike other firmer parts.
Cha Yoon swallowed the saliva that had pooled under his tongue. Noticing Cha Yoon’s Adam’s apple bobbing significantly, Ki Seo-jung gently lifted the corners of his mouth and stroked Cha Yoon’s fingers with his thumb.
It was clearly a small gesture. Just a hand movement, but when it came from Ki Seo-jung, it felt more stimulating than anything else.
There were some strange words mixed in about not having done it for a long time, but that didn’t matter. In Cha Yoon’s mind, there was only one fact: Ki Seo-jung wanted him. Once the brake he had been trying to hold onto was taken away, he could no longer stop.
Cha Yoon devoured Ki Seo-jung’s lips. Ki Seo-jung let out an “Ah” as he was pushed back by Cha Yoon’s large body suddenly colliding with him. But even that sound was swallowed into Cha Yoon’s mouth. Cha Yoon reached out his arm to easily support Ki Seo-jung’s back, embracing him as he slipped his tongue into Ki Seo-jung’s open mouth.
The alcohol scent mixed with the body wash fragrance wasn’t a mistake; his breath carried hints of mint and alcohol. Savoring that slightly spicy aroma, Cha Yoon pushed his tongue in deeper. His tongue moved without hesitation, exploring every corner of Seo-jung’s mouth. As if it had been his from the beginning.
Cha Yoon pointed the tip of his tongue and rubbed it against the roof of Seo-jung’s mouth as if scratching it. Flinching at the ticklish yet stimulating sensation, Seo-jung tightened his arms around Cha Yoon’s nape. Feeling the force pulling his neck closer, Cha Yoon moved his lips even more urgently, as if unleashed.
Ki Seo-jung gently bit Cha Yoon’s lip with his teeth to calm the excited Cha Yoon. It was a kind of signal they had established long ago. A signal meaning that you seem too excited right now, so calm down a bit.
Because Ki Seo-jung was so good, because it felt like a dream that Ki Seo-jung was his lover, because Ki Seo-jung was insanely cute, because Ki Seo-jung was unbelievably lovable, and so on – Cha Yoon occasionally went crazy for various reasons. As a result, Ki Seo-jung was the one who suffered every time.
Seeing him unable to leave the bed until the next evening, Cha Yoon came up with his own solution, which was this ‘lip biting’ that Seo-jung just did. More precisely, it was ‘biting the lip hard enough to draw blood to bring him back to his senses’, but anyway.
However, Cha Yoon, who still hadn’t regained his memories, couldn’t know about this promise. Instead, Cha Yoon pounced on him as if ignited by the stinging sensation of hard teeth on his lips. Seeing Cha Yoon getting even more worked up instead of calming down, Seo-jung concluded that he must be too excited for it to work.
As he endured the tongue that was thrusting in deeply as if in a frenzy, Cha Yoon’s hand, which had somehow made its way under Ki Seo-jung’s t-shirt, caressed his back. Pleasant shivers ran down his spine every time the large, firm hand touched him. Ki Seo-jung twitched and squirmed.
In response, Cha Yoon tilted his head even more and pushed his tongue in deeper. As Ki Seo-jung reacted to his touch, a wave of mental pleasure washed over him. He pressed his threateningly large body close, and with that force, Seo-jung’s body was pushed back against the wall.
With his arm caught between the wall and Seo-jung’s back, his hand couldn’t move as he wanted. Cha Yoon frowned in displeasure and pulled his hand out from under the t-shirt.
The hand that seemed to be leaving the clothing naturally moved to the front. His fingertips, which had been rubbing the firm abs, gradually moved upwards and settled on the chest.
