#053
Right now, Yechan was ridiculously acting arrogant. He grabbed Jiwoon’s hand, which had lost all expression, and made him hold his empty glass.
Then he tilted the soju bottle. The bottle that had been pouring out alcohol filled a third of the glass before becoming completely empty.
“Would you like more?”
Yechan asked with smiling eyes. He was still incredibly nonchalant. Jiwoon’s pounding heart turned completely black, and anger eventually devoured his entire body.
This bastard wants to die. Jiwoon pulled up the corners of his twisted mouth.
“Go ahead and try.”
Hey, the old guys are having a battle! Hayeon, who had been watching the two with interest, shouted with an innocent face.
Yechan looked at Jiwoon’s twisted smile and swept his tongue around inside his mouth. Pretty. He wanted to bite those crooked lips right away.
At the imagination that immediately followed, Yechan opened a new soju bottle one by one. Hayeon poured beer over the soju that filled half the glass without fail.
Jiwoon looked straight at Yechan and brought the glass to his mouth without hesitation. After gulping down the entire glass, laughter leaked out with a snicker.
Fucking hilarious. Jiwoon, who slammed the glass down on the table with a thud, raised his hand and roughly tousled his hair.
Jiwoon had already drunk a lot. When more alcohol went in on top of that, his head spun from the alcohol. The padding slipped down from one shoulder of Jiwoon, who was standing crookedly.
“Come on, sit down. Sit! We have to play games!”
A first-year male student next to him giggled and pulled Jiwoon down. Ah, what was this kid’s name again? Jiwoon sat down and dry-washed his face.
And at that moment, a glass filled with water was placed in front of him. It was Yechan.
“Did you drink a lot?”
Jiwoon’s pitch-black heart pounded hard. Whether it was because of the alcohol or because of Yechan’s tone that reminded him of the past, Jiwoon didn’t want to know.
Jiwoon, who had unconsciously raised his head, covered his eyes with his palm again. Ah, that face. Fuck.
“…Seems like you drank a lot.”
Yechan pushed the water glass toward him. Jiwoon ignored that hand. He had no intention of even touching that cup.
“Nunchi game, one!”
Someone shouted. You have no fucking sense. Even in the midst of this, Jiwoon’s reflexes won the nunchi game.
The game board spun frantically. Through conversations that continued in between, the two easily found out that neither had a romantic partner.
People constantly moved around the table while playing games. Empty liquor bottles piled up.
In the midst of all this, only Yechan and Jiwoon didn’t leave their seats. And the reason Jiwoon didn’t leave his seat was purely out of stubbornness.
Seo Yechan, who knew he was here, yet was acting like he was seeing him for the first time.
The kid’s thoughts were obvious. Right now, Yechan was playing around while looking at Jiwoon.
So Jiwoon really acted like he was going to kill Yechan. In every game, his target was Yechan.
This way and that way, he made him drink. Jiwoon poured soju overflowing into Yechan’s glass every time, and Yechan drank it all.
Jiwoon’s gaze, which had been smiling and conversing with other people, turned ice-cold whenever he faced Yechan. Of course, regardless, Yechan didn’t drop his smiling expression. Jiwoon thought he’d rather pour all the alcohol into those eyes.
Playing games, drinking, and chatting about trivial things, several hours passed. The number of people collapsing with their heads on the tables gradually increased.
Jiwoon was also barely holding onto his consciousness. Even in this situation, Yechan’s gaze that persistently followed him was driving him crazy.
“Alright, let’s move now! Let’s go to karaoke!”
Hayeon shouted with a slurred voice. Me! I want to! Amidst the useless noise, Jiwoon checked his wristwatch.
The Reverso he had received as an entrance gift from his mother looked particularly disgusting today. Jiwoon staggered as he stood up.
“Hey, oppa! Where are you going?”
Hayeon called out to Jiwoon weakly.
“Home.”
“Where are you going! We played for the first time today! Isn’t it still fun!”
“I’m drunk.”
Jiwoon smiled at Hayeon and then started walking. The professors had already left long ago.
“I’m leaving. This was fun. See you again.”
He was patting Hayeon’s back, who was making a fuss saying he couldn’t leave like this, and was about to leave the restaurant when suddenly there was the sound of a chair being dragged from over there.
“I’ll be going too.”
Yechan’s voice was heard. Ha. Jiwoon shook his head and hurried his staggering steps.
“Hey, what! Why are both old guys leaving! No way!”
Jiwoon, who clenched his teeth tightly, almost ran out of the bar. He desperately needed a cigarette.
He quickly turned into a side alley and was lighting his lighter when a shadow fell over his head. He could see Yechan’s loafers.
Jiwoon moved to the side to avoid the shadow. He felt like he would suffocate under the shadow covering him.
Even until Jiwoon had completely burned through one cigarette, Yechan stood silently. Eventually, Jiwoon, who had finished smoking and shook off the remaining ash, turned around to get out of the alley.
And as he took a step, Yechan moved to block Jiwoon’s path.
“Hyung.”
Their shoulders bumped. Jiwoon bit the inside of his mouth hard once and then released it. He tasted blood. His drunken head was dizzy.
When he raised his head, Yechan met his eyes with an unreadable expression.
“Jiwoon hyung.”
“Who’s your hyung?”
At those words, Yechan pulled up one corner of his mouth. Jiwoon’s gaze lingered for a long time on that fishy smile he had never seen before.
“Let’s talk a bit.”
“Nothing to talk about.”
“I have something.”
“No reason to listen.”
Jiwoon twisted his body and passed by Yechan’s side. Soon his hand was caught.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I said there’s nothing to say. I’m leaving.”
Jiwoon used force to shake off the hand. Even in the midst of this, he hated himself for feeling Yechan’s warmth.
Yechan grabbed both of Jiwoon’s arms.
“Want to get beaten up?”
“Hit me.”
“Ah…”
He was really starting to get angry. Jiwoon’s breathing gradually became rapid as he craned his neck and looked up at the sky.
Fuck. Jiwoon, who barely held back his anger, met eyes with Yechan. Light flashed in Jiwoon’s eyes.
When those tiger-like eyes looked at him, a thrill ran down Yechan’s spine. Right now, at this moment, Lee Jiwoon was finally in his hands.
Yechan unconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip.
“Is this fun?”
“What is?”
“Yechan-ah. If you want to die, just say so. Don’t get fucked up playing games that won’t work.”
Yechan tilted his head. Even in the midst of this, his own name called by Jiwoon was thrilling.
Ah, this is trouble. His head and body kept reacting separately.
“Does hyung think this is a game?”
Do you know how much I searched for hyung? We’re finally meeting again after so long, but does hyung think it’s all a game? Yechan desperately hid the words that were about to burst out.
Jiwoon let out a hollow laugh and looked at Yechan with narrowed eyes. At the white face staring at him intently from such close distance, Yechan’s heart pounded.
“If pretending not to know and grinning isn’t a game, then what is it?”
“I didn’t want to unnecessarily drag out conversations with drunk people.”
“Good job. Let’s continue being strangers from now on.”
“Hyung.”
Yechan caught Jiwoon once more as he was walking away. Yechan, who gripped his arm tightly, spoke urgently.
“I was worried hyung might be uncomfortable. You’d hate it if I brought up various things about hyung for no reason.”
Jiwoon’s eyes looking at Yechan remained cold. Yechan released the strength from the hand holding Jiwoon, lowered his eyebrows, and continued speaking.
“I saw hyung in the messenger group chat. I was going to contact you. But hyung doesn’t answer my calls. So… I couldn’t tell you beforehand.”
Jiwoon’s face crumpled.
Fuck, that damn messenger. As expected, grades and all that shit, I shouldn’t have started department life from the beginning.
He couldn’t understand why Yechan was in business administration in the first place. Surely Yechan’s intended major was economics.
“Are you angry? Because I made hyung drink? I was also hurt, so I did that.”
Yechan bent his waist to match Jiwoon’s height. The gaze looking up at Jiwoon quietly was extremely sorrowful. The tip of his slightly protruding lips was turned downward.
Using that face again, fuck. Adult Yechan’s beauty had reached a level where it was overflowing rather than just blooming. The deeper, thicker lines overlapping with his snow-white face naturally evoked the sentiment of beauty.
This wasn’t just Jiwoon’s taste. It was human taste itself.
Fucking hell, I’m really going crazy. His heart beat frantically. It was enough to make him go mad and jump around.
Jiwoon kept biting his tongue.
“…I was wrong. It’s been so long since we met, but it seemed like only I was happy to see you, so I felt a bit hurt.”
Yechan, who spoke in a sweet voice, glanced at Jiwoon and then gently lowered his eyes.
Every time he blinked, his eyelashes moved under his double eyelids. Jiwoon tried to forcibly tear away his gaze that had been entranced and stuck on Yechan, albeit belatedly.
Then Yechan met eyes with Jiwoon again.
“Hyung, I’m really happy to see you. I’m so glad we met again. Have you been well?”
Yechan smiled slowly, more beautifully than ever. Then he tilted his head and kept blinking as if gauging Jiwoon’s reaction.
His heart felt like it would stop. Jiwoon bit his tongue once more and covered his mouth with his hand.
Yechan, who had been watching Jiwoon’s hand gripping the lower part of his face tightly, soon tilted his head back.
“Want to drink more? I live alone nearby.”
At Yechan’s words, Jiwoon immediately shook his head vigorously. However, somewhere in his heart that felt like it would burst, a chilling excitement surged.
No. Jiwoon’s drunk brain arbitrarily drew up what would happen after this time.
“No, I’m going home.”
“It’s been so long. I endured and held back even though hyung was trying to kill me today… Can’t we?”
Yechan lowered his hands and gripped both of Jiwoon’s hands tightly. The hot hands felt somehow desperate. Jiwoon’s heart dropped to the floor.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
