#088
It seems like just a little more would do it. Jiwoon wrapped his arms around Yechan’s waist.
“Hmm? Yechan-ah.”
The hand that had slipped inside his t-shirt caressed his waist. At that touch, Yechan let out a small sigh.
The Jiwoon before his eyes was smiling clearly. Yechan, who had been looking at the jet-black hair that had fallen over his white forehead and his eyes that seemed more shadowed than usual in the mood lighting, suddenly pulled Jiwoon into a tight embrace.
“…I can’t breathe.”
And how much time had passed like that? Jiwoon, whose breathing had become difficult as his body was pressed by Yechan’s strength, moved his arms to try to escape.
Yechan pressed Jiwoon’s arms back against his sides and hugged him even more fiercely with greater force.
“…Don’t let them.”
Yechan mumbled quietly. Jiwoon, who couldn’t hear properly because he was struggling with his legs to escape from Yechan, asked:
“What did you say? I couldn’t hear.”
“Don’t let people touch you carelessly.”
Yechan hugged Jiwoon tightly once more and spoke quietly. The breath touching his chest was hot. Jiwoon’s pounding heart began to race.
“Don’t touch other people.”
“…Why?”
His insides seemed to lurch. After a moment of silence, Jiwoon couldn’t contain his curiosity and asked.
Then Yechan raised his head and stared intently at Jiwoon. The emotion contained in his eyes, which seemed both glaring and surprised, was clear betrayal.
Jiwoon unknowingly trembled slightly. Yechan, who had been making eye contact silently, hugged Jiwoon hard once more. Then he sank his teeth into Jiwoon’s chest over his t-shirt.
“Ah!”
A pained sound burst from Jiwoon, but Yechan didn’t remove his mouth. He was sick to death of Jiwoon being in contact with other people.
While living with Jiwoon, his raw emotions were slowly being organized, but seeing such scenes made the dark possessiveness flicker and try to swallow Yechan again.
I want you to only look at me. I want you to only touch me. Only be with me. Only be sweet to me.
However, Yechan had neither the right nor the courage to convey those words. So he just wanted to cover all those contacts with his own.
Yechan had been holding back his impulses with all his might until now. And this was the same now. Jiwoon was tired from continuous practice, and his current self would obviously lose reason and have rough sex.
Slowly, Seo Yechan. Slowly. Yechan thought of falling water drops and blew hot breath into Jiwoon’s chest.
But it still wasn’t enough. His insides kept burning up. Eventually, Yechan hugged Jiwoon’s waist as if to crush it and applied force to his jaw once more.
“It hurts!”
Jiwoon, who had grabbed the back of Yechan’s head, roughly pulled Yechan’s head away. His white face was contorted as he made eye contact with Yechan, who was still glaring at him.
“Are you acting like this because of Jung Hyeonwoo earlier? I won’t do skinship with other people, so please fix your habit of biting first.”
He knew it was a habit that wouldn’t be fixed no matter how many times he said it, but he still had to say it. At Jiwoon’s words, Yechan’s brow relaxed a little.
“I have no ulterior motives. Don’t misunderstand. And if you hate it, I hate it too. I won’t do skinship… Got it?”
At those words, Yechan’s expression completely relaxed. Noticing the bewilderment reflected in his brown pupils, Jiwoon lowered his lips.
“And I’m saying this again, don’t bite. It fucking hurts, really. You might get bitten to death by me if you keep that up.”
Jiwoon, who had kissed his forehead, moved his lips to his ear and whispered. Despite the fierce tone, Yechan slowly closed his eyes at the kiss that was only gentle. His heart raced loudly.
“Hyung…”
I like you. I like you so much. The words he couldn’t convey circled in his head.
Yechan hugged Jiwoon’s waist again. Unlike before, it was a careful and sticky movement.
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“I’ll be watching.”
“Yes. I’ll be watching too.”
“You’re already watching all the time.”
“I will in the future too.”
“Do as you like.”
It was an absurd conversation.
Fucking good. Seo Yechan, really good. Stars spun round and round in Jiwoon’s head, scattering clusters of light.
The trembling of weaving together an incomplete relationship was close to a thrill. Yechan blew away the ashes in Jiwoon’s heart every day.
New flesh rose like foam in what had been pitch black. The piece of puzzle he was looking for now had only about half remaining.
Yechan stroked Jiwoon’s waist and pressed their lips together. To say “if you hate it, I hate it too.” Laughter kept leaking out.
He didn’t know why, but Jiwoon’s wall had now opened wide enough to put a hand through. Yechan was pleased with that.
The light shining through seemed brighter and warmer than before. Strangely, the wind through the opened gap had become a bit calmer.
Haa. Jiwoon exhaled quietly. Using that breath as a signal, their bodies smoothly pressed together.
Yechan smoothly caressed Jiwoon’s firm back with both palms. Unlike earlier, it felt like they could mix their bodies without overdoing it too much.
And the next day, Jiwoon skipped half of his four hours of practice. Yechan had to restrain himself at Jiwoon’s words not to lay a hand on him until the festival was over.
* * *
Unlike other teams that were frantically busy with pub preparations, the two assigned to serving were relatively relaxed. Of course, Jiwoon was busy running here and there for dance club practice, but that was only Jiwoon’s case.
While Jiwoon spent busy days, Yechan watched Jiwoon’s practice while doing recipe exploration and reading that he had been putting off. At the same time, he also checked whether Jiwoon’s community video had been deleted.
Jiwoon’s father’s law firm had sent a certified notice to the original distributor. And the distributor, trembling just from that, sent a lengthy written apology to Jiwoon’s legal representative and posted a public apology on the community.
Jiwoon threw the apology into the trash without even reading it, but Yechan clearly saw Jiwoon’s rather satisfied expression at that time.
Lee Hayeon: Here’s the serving dress code~!
Lee Hayeon: (photo)
Lee Hayeon: Just! Perfect! Fitting! Come dressed prettily in clothes that fit perfectly~~!
Lee Hayeon: The aprons are already prepared so don’t worry~~!
The day before the festival started, Yechan and Jiwoon, who received a message from Hayeon, simultaneously frowned. They saw a photo of a foreign man with a white dress shirt, black pants, a black apron tied only around the waist, and well-styled hair.
It was when Jiwoon made an expression of not understanding the ambiguous outfit that was neither formal nor casual.
Suddenly, Yechan matched the outfit from the photo with Jiwoon’s cold expression as he frowned. His lips subtly rose.
“Let’s go buy clothes.”
“Now?”
“The department store is still open.”
Coincidentally, today the professor had ended the lecture early. Yechan, who had been lounging on the sofa after returning home, sprang up as if bouncing and grabbed his car keys.
Jiwoon glanced at the wall clock and gauged how much time was left until dance club practice. There should be time. Jiwoon soon stretched and followed Yechan out the front door.
Arriving at the department store like that, the two truly enjoyed shopping. Jiwoon stirred around his favorite brands like a fish in water.
After buying several new summer outfits and even sandals, Jiwoon tried various clothes on Yechan and calculated the ones he liked together. Yechan purchased white shirts and black pants for both Jiwoon and himself from a luxury brand that anyone would recognize by name.
Jiwoon raised one eyebrow at the clothes that were excessively expensive to wear while serving at the festival, but Yechan didn’t care.
Jiwoon forced Yechan’s clothing size, which was larger than his own, into his head. With his particularly broad shoulders and having done swimming too, Jiwoon, who had always admired Yechan’s naked body whenever he saw it, couldn’t take his eyes off Yechan who came out after trying on a proper dress shirt.
His shoulders, arms, chest, and back looked severely attractive. Jiwoon glanced at the staff member’s gaze fixed on Yechan and crunched on the complimentary cookies.
Eventually, after finishing their short yet long shopping trip, the two headed to Jiwoon’s practice room.
* * *
The next day, the campus where the festival began had a more lively atmosphere than usual. From the lawn, singing voices and microphone sounds from amplifiers echoed and reverberated.
The lecture they bothered to attend ended as a short class, and the next lectures were canceled due to the professor’s circumstances. With free time, Jiwoon ate with Yechan and headed to the practice room. The performance was tonight.
After doing final coordination at the practice room, Jiwoon rode in Yechan’s car back to school. After carefully finishing rehearsal while checking positions and movements, and changing into performance costume, several female club members clung to Jiwoon.
Though Jiwoon covered his face with his hands and repeatedly said “I don’t want to” at the female students bringing puffs and brushes, he eventually couldn’t overcome their persistence. Jiwoon quietly closed his eyes and received makeup.
Fucking frustrating. Yechan raised his camera while looking at Jiwoon’s deeper and more intense eye makeup and clearer lips.
“Hyung, let’s take a photo.”
The surroundings had become dark at some point. Yechan captured Jiwoon’s face in the camera, relying on the few lights behind the stage.
Though Jiwoon had been frowning just moments before, when Yechan actually pointed the camera at him, he raised one corner of his mouth with a grin. Seeing him, Yechan’s white face smiled clearly.
The two were standing together with club members waiting for their turn behind the stage. After Yechan took a few more photos, he put down his phone.
“I’ll be in front. The floor might be slippery so be careful, and don’t get hurt.”
“You be careful too. There are fucking tons of people.”
Soon Yechan waved and disappeared among the people. Now the next stage was the dance club’s turn.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
