#021
“Yeah.” Jiwoon replied curtly and continued solving the remaining foreign language problems. Scratch, scratch. Only the sound of his mechanical pencil marking answers could be heard, without even underlining anything.
How much time had passed? After checking his answer sheet, Jiwoon organized his test papers. It was a perfect score.
Having finished organizing, Jiwoon finally noticed Yechan staring intently at him. His white face above the white short-sleeved t-shirt looked sulky.
“What.”
That face was so cute that the corners of Jiwoon’s mouth lifted.
“Are you done?”
“Yeah.”
Yechan sat up and pushed the table to the corner. This revealed Jiwoon’s legs that had been hidden behind the table.
Jiwoon, who had been sitting cross-legged, had his shorts riding up, exposing his thighs. Yechan laid his head against those thighs.
The sensation of light brown hair touching bare skin was ticklish. Jiwoon giggled and ran his fingers through Yechan’s hair as if combing it.
“Thanks for the materials. If it weren’t for you, hyung, I would’ve been working on this until tomorrow.”
Jiwoon had even handed over materials for Choi Min and Yoon Jukyung as well. Thanks to Jiwoon, Yechan’s performance assessment preparation went smoothly.
Though there was a small episode during that time. Choi Min and Yoon Jukyung actually had higher class ranks than Jiwoon!
When Yechan first heard this, he was a bit surprised. But Jiwoon had said it matter-of-factly. Those guys are focused on early admission, so they’re probably better at performance assessments than me.
All the materials were excellent. The three folders each had different styles, but all were well-organized with data. Moreover, exemplary answers for each question were written like gems.
“If you’re grateful, make me something delicious later.”
“Sure. What do you want to eat?”
“Hmm…”
Yechan’s eyes took in Jiwoon’s broad shoulders wrapped in an indie pink t-shirt. The neckline was cut low, revealing his collarbones clearly. His small, pale face under black hair was expressionless.
Jiwoon was still pondering. I want to eat your lips. What should I say I want to eat?
Yechan blinked. Even while thinking, Jiwoon was staring at him intently.
Jiwoon right after studying sometimes made that kind of expression. Those strange eyes that seemed not yet emerged from deep concentration, that face that scrutinized wherever his gaze landed like a test paper.
Suddenly Yechan moved his hand. The hand that lightly grabbed and released the hem of Jiwoon’s t-shirt soon came up to his shoulder.
Jiwoon raised one eyebrow at that contact. Yechan gently caressed his shoulder with his fingers as if playing piano. Then Jiwoon lifted one corner of his mouth and made a relaxed expression as if telling him to do more.
At that, Yechan sat up, brought their faces together, and lowered his lips. Kiss, kiss. Baby bird-like kisses poured down. Apart from the ticklish sensation, his heart constricted.
“Ah…”
Jiwoon’s lips curved into an arc as he let out a quiet sound. Yechan lightly sucked on his lower lip before pulling away and burying his face in Jiwoon’s nape. Hot breath burst out.
“Haa…”
Yechan’s hot breath hit the tender skin. A tingling sensation swept down Jiwoon’s spine. Yechan cupped both of Jiwoon’s cheeks with his large hands and pressed their lips together once more.
Kiss. In the gap where their lips parted, their eyes met. Jiwoon smiled languidly and spoke.
“Yechan-ah.”
Raising his arms to wrap around Yechan’s neck, Jiwoon whispered in his ear.
“You taught me, didn’t you.”
At those words, Yechan unconsciously held his breath and shrank back. Jiwoon’s breath was somehow hot rather than ticklish.
Strength entered Yechan’s hands gripping that small face.
Jiwoon’s mouth slowly opened. As if he’d been waiting, Yechan rushed at Jiwoon.
The room was soon filled with both their labored breathing.
Soon, Jiwoon unwrapped the arms around his neck and gently stroked down Yechan’s back before tilting his head back to separate their lips.
“Last time too.”
Looking at Jiwoon with hazy eyes, Yechan seemed a bit bewildered. Jiwoon patted Yechan’s back and continued speaking.
“Oppa, you’re too intense.”
“Haa… So you don’t like it?”
Jiwoon’s wet lips parted slightly. Like hell he didn’t like it. It was good. In fact, it was so intensely good that it was a problem. Even though they were just playing around without any real feelings, every time he touched Yechan, it felt like being reborn.
“No, I like it.”
Jiwoon lifted only one corner of his mouth in a rather arrogant-looking smile. Then, still smiling, he spoke slowly.
And in that moment, Yechan had to admit it. He liked that kind of face on Lee Jiwoon.
Especially in this kind of atmosphere. Following suit, Yechan curved his lips and found Jiwoon’s lips again to bite them. Jiwoon tightly hugged Yechan’s neck.
The kiss continued for a long time. Yechan barely held back his desire to bite and tear at Jiwoon’s tongue.
At the movement tickling his lips, Jiwoon suddenly trembled and laughed.
“Haha, ah… I like this.”
Before Jiwoon could finish speaking, Yechan pressed their lips together again. It wasn’t enough. It felt like his whole body was on fire.
No, not fire but like ice water had been poured over him. It was chilling. Goosebumps rose. It was hot, then became distant again. Both their eyes were already hazily unfocused.
How much time had passed? Yechan slowly pulled his head away.
Seeing Yechan’s lips full of moisture, Jiwoon smiled with his eyes crinkling. Fucking satisfying.
Whew… Jiwoon exhaled a long breath, lightly bit his lower lip, and let slip the pronunciation of the letter F.
Fuck. Yechan easily thought of the word that followed. Soon Jiwoon turned his head toward Yechan who was handing him a tissue.
“Ah… hyung. Sorry.”
Yechan suddenly placed his fingertip lightly on Jiwoon’s swollen lips. The sensation was too sensitive. The warm body temperature spread through his lips to Jiwoon’s entire body.
Jiwoon, who had briefly frowned, looked at Yechan’s face and soon relaxed his expression.
Acting like a dejected dog was cute. Instead of answering, Jiwoon raised his hand and gently brushed Yechan’s bangs.
The moment Jiwoon’s hand, which had touched his temple, neckline, and even collarbone, stopped, their eyes met.
“…Do you have a habit of biting lips?”
“No.”
Jiwoon, who had been nodding, suddenly gripped the back of Yechan’s head and devoured his lips once more.
“Wow…”
Yechan was startled when he saw his own lips in the bathroom mirror.
So that’s why he asked if I had that habit. The bruising on his lips that Jiwoon had bitten was clearly red and purple.
When he lightly touched it, it didn’t hurt. I should be careful around the kids. Yechan thought he should carry some appropriate ointment and washed his face and hands clean. The cold water cooled the heat and calmed his insides.
In a different bathroom from Yechan, Jiwoon straightened his appearance and exhaled a long breath.
Staring at the mirror, he pulled down the corners of his mouth that were rising with his hand. Fucking enjoyed it. Jiwoon thought that since things had come to this, if he was going to play with the kid, he should play with him properly.
Tying down the sincerity that was welling up and burying it deep below, the pit in his heart grew a little deeper.
* * *
“Kim Minho’s ranked game got ruined yesterday. It was fucking hilarious.”
“Shut up while I’m being nice, Taehyun-ah.”
As soon as the performance assessment ended, Taehyun and Minho resumed their PC room life. Yechan finished his performance assessment satisfactorily.
It was the last day of May. Starting tomorrow it’s already June. Time flies so fucking fast. Seungwoo and Taehyun spoke like old men.
In the much hotter weather, the school store during lunch was packed with kids looking for ice cream. However, Seungwoo easily finished paying and returned as always.
“No chocolate.”
Han Seungwoo held out an apple-flavored ice cream. Just bringing it back after pushing through the crowded kids was already appreciated, so the three quickly took the ice cream.
Yechan bit into the ice cream and crunched it. Seungwoo was good at trivial talk like other kids, was easygoing, and acted without sharp edges. The four had become quite close by now.
“Hello!”
Suddenly Seungwoo greeted loudly. Yechan, who had been lost in thought, turned around at Seungwoo’s words. He could see Jiwoon’s group coming out of the annex building.
“Hi Seungwoo, hi Jiwoon Jiwoon dongsaeng, hello you guys too?”
Jukyung’s brown hair, smiling as if pleased by the beating sun, seemed brighter than before.
Hello. Taehyun and Minho bowed their heads. Kyungjun stood next to Jiwoon, who had frowned as if annoyed, chattering about something with Choi Min.
The two groups walked together from the store to the main building. Since it was too hot, the air-conditioned indoors was desperately needed.
Yechan subtly shifted his steps to walk beside Jiwoon. The shoulder lines of their summer uniform shirts covering their broad shoulders matched perfectly as if measured with a ruler.
“It’s fucking hot.”
Jiwoon took the ice cream from Yechan’s hand. Today too, he had that familiar bitter-sweet scent.
Jiwoon frowned and bit into the slightly melted ice cream, feeling the cool sensation in his mouth.
“Tomorrow’s June.”
“Today’s still May.”
“Korea’s probably becoming subtropical too.”
Jiwoon took another bite of the ice cream and held it out to Yechan again. Taking the stick handle he offered, Yechan ate the rest of the ice cream.
The third-years who entered the main building turned right.
“Go in.”
“Be careful of the heat.”
Yechan, who had responded to Jiwoon’s farewell, threw the stick into the entrance trash can and climbed the stairs. Minho, Taehyun, and Seungwoo followed behind, chatting.
Taehyun, who had been staring intently at the back of Yechan’s head, pushed Yechan’s back as soon as they entered the classroom and stood in front of the air conditioner. Cool air conditioning poured down over their heads.
“Seo Yechan, tell me straight up.”
“What.”
Taehyun grabbed and pulled Yechan’s ear as he stood in the breeze. Then he lowered his voice and whispered.
“What’s your relationship with Lee Jiwoon hyung?”
“Close sunbae-hubae.”
“How close?”
“Moderately?”
“Are you dating that hyung?”
It was the same question Yechan had once asked Choi Yeon. At Taehyun throwing that same question back at him, Yechan let out a hollow laugh.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
