Chapter 140
Although one should wait for an answer after asking a question, Seokjae’s hand slid down Muyoung’s waist and reached for his waistband. Muyoung shivered as goosebumps ran up his spine, and he grabbed Seokjae’s shoulders.
“Th-that can’t be… H-hyung, wait a moment.”
But fingers had already stealthily invaded the back of his underwear.
Squeeze.
“Ah!”
Muyoung jumped forward in surprise when the intruding fingers firmly gripped his backside hard enough to leave marks. This only resulted in him pressing more closely against Seokjae’s chest.
“Eek!”
Their bare skin pressed together so tightly that he could feel the contours of well-defined muscles. Somehow this felt more embarrassing than having his backside touched, causing a strange sound to escape his lips.
He sprang up like a cat whose paws had touched water, but Seokjae wouldn’t let go of Muyoung who had fallen into his arms.
“You liked me because I was nice, right? Even when I told you I killed someone, you said it was okay?”
Seokjae slipped his thigh between Muyoung’s legs, gently pressing against his front, and kissed him on the cheek.
“Uh… That was because that person was trying to hurt you, so it was an unavoidable situation!”
Despite the important conversation they were having, Seokjae’s provocations continued. Feeling blood rush to his lower body, Muyoung shut his eyes tightly and shouted.
“Ah, hyung! Please stay still!”
I can’t focus on the conversation!
He didn’t need to look down to know. That he was becoming aroused. With a deeply flushed face, Muyoung tried his best to escape the stimulation by standing on his tiptoes.
“You said you were okay with my terrible personality. Don’t change your mind later, or I won’t let it slide.”
“Ah, hngh…!”
Slide- slide-
It was as if Seokjae hadn’t heard Muyoung’s plea to stay still. Like a contrary child, he now more explicitly rubbed from the front to the back of Muyoung’s groin.
His legs instinctively closed together. Seokjae’s firm thigh pressed against his soft thigh flesh.
“Mmh. Ah.”
This caused his half-erect center to be pressed even more firmly, drawing out a moan.
Surprised, he tried to immediately relax his muscles but hesitated. Seokjae’s thigh would likely move against him again if he did… Muyoung was so busy fretting, alternately squeezing and relaxing his thighs, raising and lowering his heels, that he forgot to answer Seokjae’s question.
Squeeze-
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Perhaps displeased by this, Seokjae raised his knee and firmly pressed against Muyoung’s center.
“Ah!”
For a moment, he thought his manhood might burst. Muyoung gasped at the pain, similar yet strangely different from being hit by a soccer ball, digging his nails into Seokjae’s shoulders.
“Ow, ow…! I understand. I understand!”
Though Seokjae wouldn’t actually do it, Muyoung was in a situation where his manhood could be completely crushed if Seokjae applied more pressure with his knee. He nodded hurriedly, sweating nervously.
Only then did Seokjae seem satisfied, releasing the pressure from his leg and pushing his hand, which had been playing with Muyoung’s backside, deeper to explore between the cleft. Meanwhile, Seokjae’s mouth didn’t rest.
“But Muyoung… what if I’m lying? Why are you answering so hastily?”
As if he’d given him time to consider such things!
“No, hyung…!”
“I’m what?”
Muyoung’s face was full of indignation, but Seokjae raised an eyebrow as if to ask what he had done wrong.
‘So shameless!’
Somehow, after revealing all his secrets, his personality seemed to have worsened, as if he’d decided to completely drop his pretenses. Paradoxically, though annoyed by his mischievous attitude, Muyoung also felt pleased and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Ha, haha…”
Though the person himself might not realize it, even when he had mistaken his feelings for Seokjae as mere fandom, it wasn’t the case. From the moment he realized his feelings were love, he couldn’t change his heart in an instant, no matter what side of Seokjae he saw.
‘How could I easily give up my first love?’
Even now, he felt the same. Seeing Seokjae’s new side, or rather his true self, made him so happy that even when teased, he felt as if he were floating. It was a serious case.
“What? Why are you laughing?”
Seokjae’s pride was hurt that Muyoung was lost in thought and laughing despite his continuing touches. Though his expression was childlike, his hands were merciless. He immediately dug his nails in, scraping the tender skin.
“Unh…”
Muyoung trembled at the sharp pain suddenly felt behind his testicles, at his perineum, and hurriedly answered.
“It’s, it’s all fine! As long as your saying you like me isn’t a lie, ah, that’s enough for me.”
This was someone who had risked his life trying so hard just to be liked by him for such a long time. Moreover, even though it was a probability game, he had chosen to become a zombie because he didn’t want to leave him. It seemed impossible that such a person’s feelings could be a lie.
“…”
…Right?
“It isn’t, is it…?”
Though he said this with confidence, believing it wasn’t a lie, as he met Seokjae’s gaze—who had stopped his wandering hands and was just looking down at him silently—anxiety began to creep in. He thought he understood why Seokjae had tried to crush his manhood earlier when he didn’t answer.
‘Then should I also do that to hyung’s…’
While Muyoung was glancing downward, entertaining quite dangerous thoughts, Seokjae’s keen instinct must have sensed the threat. Before Muyoung could act, he answered with a bright smile.
“Right, it’s not.”
With that, he lifted Muyoung up and strode from the entrance where they had been standing into the inner part of the room.
Suddenly lifted into the air, Muyoung grabbed Seokjae’s shoulders to steady himself and exclaimed:
“H-hyung, at l-least let’s wash first-!!”
“What were you thinking to mention washing?”
“Ah, no…”
He’d said that because the mood seemed like it would go all the way, but was he wrong? But hadn’t Seokjae clearly said he’d been struggling to hold back?
As Muyoung looked at Seokjae with a confused expression, his face gradually reddening with embarrassment. Seokjae, who had been quietly enjoying this cute sight, giggled and kissed Muyoung’s chest, which was right in front of his face as Muyoung was being carried.
“Alright. Well- even though time might be tight, if you prefer cleanliness, I should accommodate.”
“…D-darling.”
He knew Seokjae was teasing him again. But the term of endearment from his lips made his cheeks flush in a different way than before. Such a common pet name, yet why did it feel so embarrassing? Muyoung couldn’t collect himself even after Seokjae put him down in the bathroom where he had turned on the water, until Seokjae went out and came back alone.
“Here.”
After not much time, Seokjae returned and held out something.
Muyoung, who had been inwardly stomping his feet thinking ‘He called me darling, he called me his darling!’ snapped back to reality at the long, white object thrust before his eyes.
“What is this?”
“A bathrobe tie.”
“No, I know that…”
But why suddenly? Though he didn’t voice the rest, his confused gaze seemed to convey the meaning sufficiently. Seokjae held out the bathrobe tie to Muyoung once more and said:
“Let’s use it as a gag.”
“A gag?”
“I might suddenly change, you know.”
“Ah…”
Though considerable time had passed without Seokjae changing, Muyoung had been secretly relieved, thinking it wouldn’t happen. But now that Seokjae had brought up precautionary measures, it felt like being doused with cold water.
Shhhh-
Unlike Muyoung’s feelings, the hot water from the shower head broke the silence, filling the bathroom with misty steam.
“…”
“…”
Seeing Muyoung standing still, looking down at the bathrobe tie, Seokjae, uncharacteristically tense, swallowed dryly. To propose sex with someone who might turn into a zombie. It would be natural to be slapped and told to get lost.
‘Maybe he just forgot for a moment.’
Since Muyoung hadn’t shown any sign of avoidance despite his constant touches, Seokjae couldn’t tell if Muyoung was crazy like him and didn’t mind, or if he had temporarily forgotten due to the shock of learning his secret. It seemed the latter was correct.
Seokjae sighed deeply inside before speaking.
“I know it’s really awful to turn into a zombie during sex. But I’d like to know all of you before I die…”
If he ended his words here, Muyoung would nod in agreement even if he was reluctant, out of pity for Seokjae.
But… on the other hand, it felt disgusting to think that their end could be the worst sex ever with someone who had accepted him despite knowing his true self.
‘Damn it.’
Finally, Seokjae ruffled the back of his hair and forced his unwilling mouth open.
“It’s okay if you refuse.”
Yes, this was the perfect ending.
“Just let me kiss you one more time in the end.”
It would have been even more perfect without this pathetic addendum.
‘But seriously, what am I giving up here?’
This much selfishness should be forgiven.
While thinking this, he looked down at the white bathrobe tie with sunken eyes. At that moment, Muyoung’s small hand came forward, grabbed the tie, and—
Splash.
Threw it away.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
