- [202X201] Bluetooth connected.
“Hello.”
At Seongjun’s greeting, the man from 202, who had been pressing buttons on his keypad, lifted his head. The man’s eyes, sharp due to their upturned corners, fixed on Seongjun. His gaze, seemingly lost in thought, made it obvious what he was thinking.
“Yes. Hello.”
A blunt reply came back. It was the same expression he’d worn when he’d rung Seongjun’s doorbell on the day his new speaker arrived—Seongjun had been blasting the volume while watching a movie. The man’s face had been devoid of both irritation and a smile. After an awkward apology, Seongjun had turned the speaker on again a few days later, thinking it would be fine during the day. The man had pounded on the door, his face finally showing a hint of annoyance.
Click. The door lock of 202 opened. It seemed he had left the default setting on, so no melody played. He must be sensitive to noise, which explained his irritation. Watching the man from 202 enter his apartment, Seongjun lifted the cover of his own door lock and pressed the number keys. Beep, click. The door unlocked with a chime. As he stepped inside, Seongjun glanced at the closed door of 202.
Just as Seongjun was considering getting closer to the man—his exact type—this speaker incident had made their relationship cold. Well, not exactly cold, but they were back to just exchanging greetings, and approaching him felt awkward. What’s the point? Seongjun thought bitterly. As a gay man, falling for a straight guy would only bring him more heartache.
He kicked off his shoes carelessly in the entryway and sat down in front of his laptop on the living room table. Though he usually watched a movie every day, today’s viewing wasn’t a movie. Earlier, a classmate had accidentally posted a link to a certain site and a VPN method in their group chat. The chat had been filled with teasing and scolding, but everyone was secretly grateful. Seongjun immediately followed the VPN instructions and entered the site’s address.
Tap. As soon as he hit Enter, the screen filled with blatant images and various categories. Scanning the list, his eyes naturally landed on the Gay section. Grinning, he clicked the category and scrolled through the thumbnails. Among the many Western actors, one Asian man caught his eye. The man’s cool, sharp features reminded him of the man from 202—except for the upturned eyes and thin lips curled in a smile.
Gulp. Seongjun swallowed hard and clicked the video. Due to the VPN, there was some buffering. While waiting, he suddenly remembered something and paused the video. He rummaged through his bag beside him and pulled out his Bluetooth earphones, turning them on. The high-quality earphones delivered immersive sound, whether for movies, music, or… adult content.
He minimized the browser window and opened the Bluetooth settings. Since he used a Bluetooth mouse, he had to reconfigure the settings every time to avoid signal interference. The process was now second nature. Without double-checking, he clicked the familiar spots on the screen, and the desired message appeared:
[Bluetooth connected.]
He quickly moved the mouse to restore the browser window. Hanging the earphones around his neck, he adjusted them to fit his ears snugly. He pressed play, set the video to full screen, and leaned back against the beanbag he used as a sofa. On the screen, the Asian actor who resembled the man from 202 was smiling. The sharp eyes and thin lips, curled in a smirk, were unexpectedly seductive. Seongjun’s body began to heat up, and the memory of the man’s blank expression earlier pricked at his conscience. But it’s not like I’m hurting anyone. What’s wrong with a little solo fun?
The actor on screen smiled softly and slid between his partner’s legs, naturally gripping and licking the erect cock. Watching the scene, Seongjun’s stomach fluttered, and his lower body grew heavy. He unbuckled his pants to relieve the pressure, but as he focused on the video, he realized he couldn’t hear anything.
Did I mute it? He sat up from the beanbag and leaned toward the screen, eyes glued to the actor’s wet lips sucking the cock. With practiced ease, he pressed the volume keys on his keyboard. He leaned back again, but still no sound. It definitely said it connected… Maybe this video was just quiet. He sat up again and adjusted the volume, but still nothing. He pulled out one earphone—no sound leaked. Is it broken? Just then, ding-dong, the doorbell rang.
Who could it be at this hour? Seongjun frowned, thinking it might be another missionary. If he ignored it, they’d leave. He turned back to the silently playing video.
The doorbell rang again. Persistent. Still ignoring it, he focused on the video. The actor flipped his partner over and put on a condom. Huh. I thought he was a top, but he’s a bottom? As he pondered, bang bang bang—someone pounded on the door.
“Hey!”
The voice outside sounded familiar. Not a missionary or salesman, then. It was the man from 202. Startled, Seongjun jumped up, glancing at the actor on screen who resembled him. He felt a pang of guilt, but there was no way the man could know. The screen faced away from the door, so he didn’t bother closing it. He hurried to the door, slipping on his slippers, but realized his lower half was still aroused.
The pounding continued. With no time to calm down, he opened the door just enough to show half his face. Through the crack, he saw the man from 202. His face overlapped with the actor’s, and Seongjun’s erection twitched. Sweat beaded on his forehead. What now? He hadn’t even played the speaker today.
“I was watching a movie with earphones today,” Seongjun said.
The man, who had been staring at him, let out a snort. His smile resembled the actor’s—thin lips glistening as they wrapped around a large cock.
Seongjun’s face flushed as blood rushed to his head.
“I know.”
“Huh?”
Confused by the man’s cryptic remark, Seongjun blinked. The man added, “I know you were using earphones.”
Still puzzled, the man raised his hand, showing Seongjun something familiar—Bluetooth earphones, the same model as Seongjun’s. And they were playing a sound. Seongjun’s mind raced as he recognized it: panting, moans, the wet sounds of friction. No way—
Before Seongjun could react, the door swung open. The man stepped inside and shut the door with a thud. The automatic lock clicked. Only then did Seongjun realize how close the man’s face was.
“I almost ruptured my eardrums,” the man said, a hint of laughter in his voice.
“Ah, I, uh, sorry, what… I mean, are you okay…?” Seongjun stammered, his voice trembling. The man fiddled with his earphones, turning them off. The sounds that had been leaking from them now blared from Seongjun’s laptop behind him.
Ahhh, haah, ugh, mmm…
The explicit sounds made Seongjun panic. He lunged for his laptop, but his slipper slid, and he tripped, landing hard. The man crouched beside him, grinning.
“What’s the rush? Let’s enjoy it together.”
Seongjun, his chin stinging from the fall, looked up, processing the man’s words. Enjoy what together?
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
