Jung Haon’s snow-white thighs trembled. His toes, pointed skyward, floated helplessly in the air.
With his chin tilted up, Haon gasped for breath, his face twisted in climax. He couldn’t even muster a scream anymore.
Seo Inho kissed Haon’s dazed eyes, slowly pulling his cock out from the tight hole. Stripping off the condom, he gave his still-throbbing cock a few rough shakes, leaving his marks across Haon’s taut stomach.
Letting out a broken moan, Haon also spilled his release, a thin, watery fluid barely thicker than water. Staring down at the mess with a stunned expression, Haon let out a dazed, “Uh…”
Seeing Haon’s bewildered face, Inho asked why, but Haon, too busy gasping for air, couldn’t answer right away.
Fixing his gaze intently on Haon, Inho rubbed his sticky lower body against Haon’s semen-smeared belly, pulling Haon’s waist toward him again. Haon immediately shook his head and tried to scoot backward.
“Does it hurt?”
Inho immediately loosened his grip and inspected him with concern. Haon shook his head even more frantically, but still pushed his hips away from where they touched Inho.
Though his body kept losing strength, Haon struggled to create some distance between them. However, Inho wasn’t so quick to let him go.
“Are you uncomfortable? Feeling bad?”
Trapped within Inho’s arms, Haon eventually gave up resisting, folding his knees up to shield himself below. Then, inching close to Inho’s ear, he whispered in an almost inaudible voice.
“I, uh….”
Even though they were the only two people on the bed, he lowered his voice like he was sharing a secret. It was just too… humiliating to say aloud.
“I think… I peed myself.”
Hearing the faint tremor in Haon’s voice, Inho blinked slowly.
“We both came, didn’t we?”
“N-no, not that…!”
Haon stammered like a drunken man, his face flushing crimson. His crumpled eyes were even starting to pool with thick tears.
“I-I peed….”
Haon barely forced the words out, his voice sinking lower and lower. He looked utterly shocked at what he believed was a terrible mistake.
Clenching his jaw tightly, Inho quickly tried to soothe him. He explained that it wasn’t urine but just semen. Still, Haon kept shaking his head in denial.
“I-it’s different from yours…!”
“It’s just because you came a lot more, that’s all.”
Inho pulled Haon even tighter into his arms as he explained. He reassured him again and again, but once Haon’s tears had started, they wouldn’t stop easily.
It seemed he was also just terribly sleepy. His slow-blinking eyes were barely managing to stay open.
“It’s really not. There’s no smell at all.”
“D-don’t sniff it…!”
Inho told him he wouldn’t sniff it, so Haon shouldn’t run away. Haon, still sniffling, eventually nodded. He didn’t have the strength left to resist any longer.
After soothing him, Inho grabbed the blanket that had fallen to the floor and spread it over the damp sheet. He gently laid Haon down and used his own body to cover him like a blanket.
“Haon.”
“Yes….”
Even while crying, Haon answered obediently. Inho pressed a kiss to Haon’s flushed cheek and called him again. This time too, Haon immediately responded with a soft “Yes,” and turned to face him.
Tears hung precariously from Haon’s long eyelashes. Inho flicked one away with the tip of his tongue, then whispered once more, “Haon.”
And then he asked:
“Can I really have all of you?”
‘Then you have to have me too.’
The words lingered at the tip of his tongue, too faint for Haon to hear.
“Without leaving anything behind, everything.”
When Inho repeated himself, raising his voice slightly, Haon blinked, then nodded vigorously. A bright smile bloomed across his face, as if saying, Of course! His expression said he was willing to give everything without hesitation.
Following Haon’s smile, Inho laughed softly and gently closed Haon’s sleep-heavy eyes.
Haon’s breathing, strained from fighting off sleep, soon grew slow and even. Inho tenderly patted his chest, now rising and falling softly, and stared at his peaceful face with deep affection.
“Should we live together, like this, forever?”
Inho buried his lips against Haon’s neck and whispered.
Hearing this, Haon’s drowsiness scattered slightly. His lips parted slightly, but after promising Inho earlier that he could have everything, he found himself unable to immediately answer this new question.
‘Should we live together, forever?’
The weight of those words pressed down heavily. It didn’t sound like a simple, casual suggestion to date for a long time. It felt far more serious.
Inho, usually patient, this time gently urged him, adding another question:
“Don’t you want to?”
“No, I do.”
This time, Haon answered without hesitation. Relief flooded Inho’s face.
“But I….”
Haon murmured, lips barely moving, his eyes still closed. It looked like he was talking in his sleep, but in truth, he simply didn’t have the courage to meet Inho’s gaze.
“I can’t have children.”
After a long, hesitant pause, Haon’s voice came out, thick with tears.
Was that what had been weighing on him all this time? Without even the slightest delay, Inho answered immediately.
“I just need you, Haon.”
And he meant it. As long as Haon stayed by his side, he didn’t need anything else anymore.
“As long as you’re okay with it, everything’s okay for me.”
Only after hearing Inho’s answer did Haon slowly open his eyes. He stared intently at Inho’s face, as if trying to read the sincerity behind his words.
Fortunately, it seemed that Inho’s feelings had reached him. A soft smile began to creep up at the corners of Haon’s lips.
“Me too.”
With a soft whisper, Haon was the first to press his lips against Inho’s. He didn’t have the strength to move his tongue, so he simply let their lips touch. Instead, he sucked on Inho’s tongue as it slipped into his mouth, like savoring an ice cream.
Suddenly, the memory of the melon-flavored ice cream they had eaten together at the park surfaced in Haon’s mind—the cool, sweet taste of happiness.
Haon’s mind floated upward, as if he were flying through the sky, thoughts scattering in all directions. Thankfully, they all flowed toward good, warm places. His heart felt so overwhelmingly at peace.
Eventually, still sucking lightly on Inho’s tongue, Haon fell asleep as if fainting. On the now-quiet bed, only the soft sounds of even breathing filled the air.
Inho watched Haon sleep for a long time before finally getting up from the bed alone. He fetched warm water and a towel from the bathroom, carefully wiping Haon clean from head to toe and dressing him in fresh pajamas.
Haon, deeply asleep, didn’t stir at all no matter what Inho did. Smiling softly at Haon’s peacefully sleeping face, Inho gently moved him to the sofa by the window so he could tidy up the bed.
As expected, Haon slept like the dead, completely unaware.
After stripping off the wet sheets and blankets, Inho placed a kiss on Haon’s forehead and quietly left the bedroom. Fresh bedding was downstairs.
As Inho stepped down the stairs one by one, his body suddenly slipped out from under him. He had lost his footing.
Thud!
A loud noise echoed through the house.
After warning Haon to be careful earlier, he had ended up falling himself.
Inho let out a hollow laugh and sat down on the stairs, rubbing his sore brow. Since Haon didn’t seem like he would wake up anytime soon, Inho didn’t rush. Besides, the night was long for him.
He had grown more than used to these endlessly stretching dawns.
Inho sighed quietly and then dialed a number.
Ring— Ring—
While the phone rang, his gaze drifted toward the living room window.
Fat raindrops clung to the darkened glass. The rain was still falling steadily and didn’t look like it would stop anytime soon.
‘Maybe the sky had a lot of sorrows too,’ he thought, ‘seeing how much it was crying.’
— Hey, Seo Inho.
Right before the last ring ended, the call was answered. It was Hyo-jeong, her voice heavy with sleep, sounding like she had just woken up.
— Do you even know what time it is right now?
Even after Hyo-jeong picked up, Inho sat in silence, his mind blank, staring ahead as if asleep with his eyes open.
— Are you listening?
There was a click from the other end as she turned on a dim light. Hyo-jeong’s voice became calmer.
— What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick? Are you alone?
As Inho’s silence dragged on, her questions multiplied one by one. Her doctor’s instincts kicking in, she carefully tried to gauge his condition.
— You’re at home, right?
“…Noona.”
— Yeah, I’m here. Talk to me.
“I’ll come by tomorrow. In the afternoon.”
Inho, resting his forehead against the cool railing, shifted his gaze and corrected himself, saying he would come the day after tomorrow instead. He figured Haon would still be weak and thought it would be better for him to rest at home for another day.
— You’re coming to get your boyfriend checked out?
When Inho answered yes, Hyo-jeong let out a sigh of relief, sounding like she had just sat up in bed. There was the faint sound of liquid being poured into a glass.
— Sorry, but if it’s not urgent, come later. I’m in Busan right now for a conference.
She explained it would take about a week and offered a few available dates. Inho picked the earliest one she suggested—next Friday.
— I’ll keep my schedule clear at 3 PM, so you don’t have to call. But text me before you leave if you can.
“Okay.”
Even after settling the matter, Inho didn’t hang up. Normally, he would have ended the call the moment the conversation was finished.
— Is it raining a lot there too?
Sensing that Inho needed someone to talk to, Hyo-jeong continued the conversation. As expected, no answer came right away.
“Noona.”
Inho, still staring blankly at the raindrops piling up on the window, slowly parted his lips.
“I’m… good enough, right?”
It was an abrupt question—something most people wouldn’t ask after waking someone up in the dead of night.
Yet Hyo-jeong didn’t react with confusion or ask if he had been drinking. She simply stayed silent, listening patiently. It was as if she was used to Inho suddenly saying strange things in the depths of the night, when everyone else was fast asleep.
“I’m not… the worst, right?”
Inho mumbled, as if talking to himself, still staring absently out the rain-streaked window. Before any answer could come, he ended the call.
Before his eyes, the image of a rain-soaked Haon shimmered vividly. It was something he could never easily forget. Even when he closed his eyes, it sprang back to life, painfully clear.
Inho rubbed at his eyes again and rose to his feet. He needed to fetch the fresh bedding before Haon woke up.
