#79
Why, isn’t there such a saying? When you experience something so absurd, your thinking stops. Like when the person who farted next to you gets angry instead, and you’re so dumbfounded you don’t know what to say. That was how Ha-seong felt right now.
“Hey, Cha Do-…”
He tried to push him away, but Do-hyeok was incredibly strong. With his large body, he restrained Ha-seong’s body and pressed his lips down again. When the soft sensation touched his mouth, his mind went blank like a white sheet of paper. His thinking stopped and his rational system that commanded his actions all came crashing down.
Due to the unfamiliar sensation and Cha Do-hyeok’s breath, Ha-seong’s heart pounded. Dangerous. At that moment, a red alert rang in his head. Even though his reason had lost its function, fortunately his sense for detecting crisis seemed to be alive. If this absurd and bewildering situation continued like this, something dangerous would definitely happen.
Cha Do-hyeok kept rubbing his lips against Ha-seong’s. Then he soon began to gently stroke Ha-seong’s lips with his tongue.
“Mmph…”
Because he was persistently stroking his lips, he was literally out of his mind. Both hands were trapped in Cha Do-hyeok’s grip, unable to move at all, and his body was being pressed down so he couldn’t move easily. In short, he was trapped. In this guy’s embrace.
Ha-seong struggled desperately, but escaping wasn’t as easy as he thought. The difference in physique couldn’t be easily ignored. Whether Ha-seong resisted or not, Do-hyeok continued to move his lips. Perhaps thinking that just licking wasn’t enough, he suddenly bit Ha-seong’s lower lip lightly.
“Ngh.”
When the soft sensation instantly turned to pain, a short, quiet scream burst from Ha-seong’s mouth. Do-hyeok didn’t miss that moment and pushed his breath directly into Ha-seong with his tongue. Something soft entered his mouth and began to ravage wildly.
Do Ha-seong couldn’t come to his senses right now. To begin with, engaging in such acts with someone was a first, and above all, the fact that the partner was Cha Do-hyeok doubled the confusion and made his thinking completely stop. Even the crisis detection sensor that had been barely functioning was gradually losing its function thanks to the increasingly intense acts.
Do-hyeok, who couldn’t know the feelings of Ha-seong lying beneath him in complete confusion, was truly in ecstasy. He traced the neat row of teeth with his tongue and gently stroked as if he would taste all the mucous membranes inside the mouth. Only after such deep kissing continued for a while did Do-hyeok slowly part his lips.
“Haah…”
The breath he had been holding also burst from Do-hyeok’s mouth. Was it just his imagination that his eyes had become even more lustful than before?
“Hyung, why are you so sweet?”
Just when he thought it was over, what was this? Cha Do-hyeok now lunged for Ha-seong’s clean, white neck.
“You, crazy…”
Do-hyeok began to gently stroke his neck and press his lips against it.
“Hey hey, you… Fuck, don’t regret it tomorrow and get off me quickly. Okay?”
Ha-seong even spat out curses trying to wake Do-hyeok’s mind, but a guy who was drunk and completely out of his mind wouldn’t listen to that.
“I get hurt when you curse.”
Even while speaking, Do-hyeok continued to explore Ha-seong’s neck.
“Shut up. You’re really going to die tomorrow… Ngh.”
Ha-seong bit his lip slightly. It was because Do-hyeok suddenly licked one part of Ha-seong’s neck and then bit and sucked on it.
“Use pretty words for me.”
While pressing his mouth to the mark he had left, Cha Do-hyeok continued to say only strange things.
“Pretty words my ass. Please just…!”
He couldn’t endure like this any longer. In his 27 years of life, had he ever thought he was in such crisis? When he cleared S-rank gates three times in a row in one day, when he fought a monster for almost half a day in a dungeon, and even when the world ended and he suddenly fell to an unknown dimension, he had never felt such extreme crisis and bewilderment.
No, this couldn’t continue, absolutely not. Ha-seong tried to ignore the tingling sensation rising from his toes and opened his eyes wide.
“Get… off me, you bastard.”
Ha-seong somehow mustered strength and pulled his two hands out of Do-hyeok’s grip. His wrists even felt numb from how tightly he had been held. But now wasn’t the time to dwell on such pain. Ha-seong put both hands against Do-hyeok’s chest and pushed with all his might, making him fall to the floor.
There was a thud sound and Do-hyeok helplessly fell under the bed.
“Ha, haah…”
Ha-seong, finally freed from his hands, immediately sat up on the bed. The breath he had been holding echoed in the quiet room. When he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, along with the burning sensation, someone’s saliva came off. His neck was the same.
“…”
Ha-seong tried to calm down. Then, feeling an alien sensation, Ha-seong slowly looked down.
“…Should I kill that bastard?”
Looking at the front of his thick pajama pants that had swelled up, Ha-seong sighed deeply with a face full of despair. So right now, this meant that he had gotten an erection from Cha Do-hyeok’s drunken behavior just now.
Had his lower body finally gone crazy from feeling stimulation he had never experienced in his life? Ha-seong ruffled his innocent hair. Then he soon glanced at Cha Do-hyeok, whom he had personally dropped.
The culprit who had caused this situation had very peacefully fallen asleep in the meantime. Ha-seong was about to lift his foot to step on Do-hyeok but stopped.
“You… let’s really see tomorrow.”
Ha-seong struggled to get up from the bed and lifted Do-hyeok up. Then after throwing him onto the bed, he changed his shirt and slowly went outside.
The night, after a storm had passed, regained its peace once again.
* * *
Cha Do-hyeok doesn’t particularly like alcohol. The reason wasn’t anything special. Do-hyeok was one of those who thought it pathetic for people to get drunk and become unconscious, doing irresponsible things, and above all… he was weak with alcohol.
“Ah…”
Do-hyeok grabbed his throbbing head and slowly opened his eyes. He could see the familiar ceiling, and Do-hyeok stared at that ceiling while spacing out for a moment. It seemed Shin-woo had brought him home after he collapsed from drinking at yesterday’s company dinner. Do-hyeok sighed deeply and dry-washed his face.
Cha Do-hyeok wasn’t a man with such strong competitive spirit that he wanted to conquer things he was weak at and not good at by forcing himself. However, there were always occasional exceptions.
Like yesterday’s company dinner. As soon as Do Ha-seong became a topic of conversation, all the guild members were only curious about Ha-seong’s stories, and Kang Won-hyeok excitedly talked about him as if he were Ha-seong’s best friend, so Do-hyeok had to keep diverting their attention with alcohol.
Because he didn’t want others to know about Do Ha-seong. That was all. In the end, this resulted in him becoming the pathetic type he despised – unable to properly control his body – but thanks to that, he succeeded in excluding Ha-seong from the topic of conversation, so he didn’t really regret it much.
“Feels like my head will split.”
Of course, the headache that echoed through his entire head was a little, no, very much unpleasant. Do-hyeok slowly raised his upper body and then spaced out again. Thinking back to yesterday’s events, he couldn’t remember anything after drinking that incredible liquid Won-hyeok had mixed calling it a “bomb drink” and losing consciousness. When he woke up, he was in his own bed.
Well, Shin-woo would have taken good care of bringing him back, so there probably wouldn’t be any big problems, thought Do-hyeok, when he suddenly froze. Looking down slowly, instead of the shirt he had worn yesterday, he was wearing the short-sleeved t-shirt he usually wore when sleeping at home.
What was this? Shin-woo wouldn’t have changed his clothes. He would have thrown him on this bed like luggage and immediately returned home. Then there was only one answer.
Do-hyeok quickly got up and opened the bedroom door. He was about to head straight to Ha-seong’s room when a savory coffee aroma was rising from the kitchen. Do-hyeok quickly changed direction and rushed to the kitchen.
“Hello, Mr. Drunkard.”
Ha-seong, who had been pressing the coffee machine in front of the kitchen, discovered Do-hyeok and gently gave his morning greeting.
“…Hyung.”
“Your head is messed up. Well, you did come in completely unconscious yesterday.”
“Did hyung do it for me?”
“What?”
“My clothes.”
When Do-hyeok pointed to his clothes with his hand, Ha-seong let out a deep sigh that seemed to come from his core.
“Yeah. You looked like you’d be uncomfortable sleeping like that.”
But I shouldn’t have done it, Ha-seong muttered quietly, but Do-hyeok didn’t seem to hear.
“Why? Are you angry that I took off your clothes without permission?”
“No. I just…”
Do-hyeok frowned and briefly grabbed his forehead. Even the only S-rank hunter ranked first seemed powerless against a hangover.
“Just in case, let me ask – did I make any mistakes?”
“…”
Ha-seong didn’t answer Do-hyeok’s question immediately. He just narrowed his eyes and stared at Do-hyeok. Very persistently at that.
“You.”
“Yes.”
“Did you black out yesterday?”
“…Completely.”
That’s when it happened. Ha-seong slammed the cup he had finished making coffee in down on the floor. Thanks to that, some of the contents spilled over. As if he had expected this, but was really annoyed that it actually happened, Ha-seong let out another deep breath.
“Yeah. I knew it would be like this.”
Ha-seong smiled brightly. Then immediately, Do-hyeok felt goosebumps rising all over his body. Do-hyeok asked again to tell him if he had made any mistakes, but Ha-seong just dismissed it, saying there was nothing like that at all while not losing his smile.
“Ah, Cha Do-hyeok.”
“Yes.”
“Can I hit you just once?”
“…Just tell me what it is.”
“No, go wash up and come out.”
Leaving behind what sounded like a kind mother’s tone, Do-hyeok went to wash up and came out. Cooling his head with cold water, he felt like his headache had lessened a bit. But even after his head cleared up, last night’s events wouldn’t come to mind at all.
When he came out, Ha-seong, who had already gotten fully dressed, was seriously looking at something on his phone. Do-hyeok cautiously approached his side, reading the mood.
“Hyung, really yesterday…”
“Hey, enough. Let’s settle this now.”
With that, Ha-seong suddenly stood up from his seat. What was this? Was he really going to hit him? Do-hyeok’s expression became serious. Had he thought during the time he went to wash up that he was so heated up that he needed to hit him once to feel better? Had he made that big of a mistake yesterday?
Do-hyeok’s mind was spinning rapidly. If he had made a mistake, he was willing to take the hit. Honestly speaking, it was also true that he couldn’t imagine what one hit from Do Ha-seong would be like. He had destroyed the pounding bag after all. Well, this house wouldn’t collapse.
“Just one hit.”
“What are you saying?”
Then Ha-seong asked if he was still drunk and waved his phone in front of Do-hyeok.
“Let’s go catch the culprit of the hunter murder case.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
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