It felt like they had only been sitting for a short while, but before they knew it, the sun was beginning to set. Seo Ha-yoon decided it was time to make use of his rich boyfriend and dragged Choi Sang-hyuk to the Haeundae street food stalls. In the past, he had only ever looked at the place from afar, never actually going in to eat.
He picked a relatively empty stall and stepped inside. A large tank filled with fresh seafood was prominently displayed on the stall’s counter.
“Welcome! What would you like?”
An elderly woman greeted them warmly in a thick Busan dialect. Seo Ha-yoon pointed at something he had always wanted to try.
“Lobster.”
The moment he ordered the most expensive item on the menu, a broad smile spread across the old woman’s face. Seo Ha-yoon couldn’t help but feel pleased, thinking that someone as handsome as Choi Sang-hyuk somehow fit right in, even sitting inside a street food stall. The two of them ordered a full lobster course along with other seafood, using them as snacks to accompany their soju.
As they ate, more customers trickled in, and soon, the stall was bustling with noise and energy.
The drinks went down so smoothly that it was as if the soju had been watered down. It felt perfect.
“Slow down,” Choi Sang-hyuk chided as he refilled Seo Ha-yoon’s glass.
“You have to drink properly when everything tastes this good,” Seo Ha-yoon replied, completely ignoring his words as he downed another shot.
And, well… the outcome was predictable.
By the time the final course of the meal, lobster ramen, was served, Seo Ha-yoon was thoroughly drunk.
“Hangover ramen!”
He cheered as he welcomed the steaming bowl.
“Wow, young man, you’ve had quite a bit to drink,” the old woman remarked, shaking her head.
Seo Ha-yoon slurped up a mouthful of noodles, let out an appreciative moan, and shot her a thumbs-up.
“Yeah, I drank a little since I’m in such a good mood. This is absolutely amazing!”
He chattered excitedly, oblivious to the occasional glances from other customers. He didn’t care.
“Seo Ha-yoon, you’re drunk,” Choi Sang-hyuk said, slipping an arm around his shoulder as Seo Ha-yoon swayed unsteadily.
“Yeah, I’m drunk. But it’s fine. It’s Friday night. And we’re in Haeundae. And you’re here, Sang-hyuk. So what if I’m drunk?” Seo Ha-yoon mumbled, his words slurring.
Choi Sang-hyuk pulled out his wallet, paid for their meal, and stood up. Then, he helped Seo Ha-yoon to his feet.
Seo Ha-yoon stumbled in the direction of their hotel, at first leaning against Choi Sang-hyuk for support. Eventually, he wrapped both arms around Choi Sang-hyuk’s arm, clinging onto him like a child hanging from a tree branch.
The sea breeze brushing against his face felt incredibly nice. And walking like this, side by side with Choi Sang-hyuk, amidst the crowd of passing strangers—it felt even better.
“Is it okay for me to be this happy?”
Seo Ha-yoon suddenly murmured, gazing at the hotel that was drawing closer.
“Are you happy?”
Choi Sang-hyuk stared at Seo Ha-yoon intently before asking in return. Seo Ha-yoon took a deep breath and nodded.
“Yeah. I’m happy. Completely happy.”
“…Then that’s all that matters.”
Choi Sang-hyuk murmured under his breath before pulling Seo Ha-yoon along again. Seo Ha-yoon trailed after him for a few steps before suddenly tugging on his arm forcefully. Then, standing on his tiptoes, he leaned in and whispered into Choi Sang-hyuk’s ear.
“Let’s… have sex.”
“You’re such a drunk mess.”
Choi Sang-hyuk let out a deep sigh, muttering to himself. Seo Ha-yoon, realizing he was being brushed off as just a drunken fool, clung onto Choi Sang-hyuk’s arm and shook it insistently.
“Why? Yeah, I’m drunk. But I still know exactly what I’m saying. I want to do it, so why not?”
“Seo Ha-yoon. You’re being too loud.”
Choi Sang-hyuk warned him quietly. But Seo Ha-yoon didn’t care. So what if he was a little loud?!
“I used to do it alone, thinking about you back when I was in Haeundae! And now that we’re here together, I want to do it with you. What’s wrong with that?”
Even as he spoke, Seo Ha-yoon realized his voice was indeed quite loud. He could feel the sharp gazes of passersby on him.
Choi Sang-hyuk clicked his tongue, then, without warning, hoisted Seo Ha-yoon up and slung him over his shoulder. Without hesitation, he strode toward the hotel.
“I must be really drunk….”
Seo Ha-yoon mumbled, dangling over Choi Sang-hyuk’s shoulder. Then, spotting the perfectly sculpted view in front of him, he reached out and groped Choi Sang-hyuk’s firm ass.
“Ha… Seo Ha-yoon, cut it out with the drunken antics, you damn drunkard.”
Choi Sang-hyuk sounded exasperated as he gave Seo Ha-yoon’s ass a sharp smack in return. Seo Ha-yoon retaliated by slapping his ass right back.
Even as they stepped into the hotel lobby and into the elevator, people’s eyes remained fixed on them. Seo Ha-yoon waved at the onlookers, as if to reassure them.
Choi Sang-hyuk, however, didn’t spare a single glance at the curious gazes around them. He made a beeline for the elevator, then, the moment they entered their hotel room, he unceremoniously tossed Seo Ha-yoon onto the bed.
Thump—.
Seo Ha-yoon landed sprawled out on the mattress. For some reason, the whole thing struck him as hilarious, and he started giggling.
“You’re still laughing, huh, Seo Ha-yoon.”
Choi Sang-hyuk muttered, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His well-defined, muscular torso came into view.
Seo Ha-yoon’s gaze raked over him, his eyes narrowing with appreciation. The lecherous glint in his eyes made Choi Sang-hyuk chuckle in disbelief.
“Hurry, hurry. Come up here already. Now.”
Seo Ha-yoon patted the empty spot beside him on the bed, urging him to join. Choi Sang-hyuk’s expression turned slightly resigned.
He climbed onto the bed, propping his head up on one arm as he lay back at an angle, his gaze locked onto Seo Ha-yoon. It was the look of a man waiting to see just what kind of nonsense Seo Ha-yoon would pull next.
Seo Ha-yoon clumsily moved his body, fumbling as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. With unsteady hands, he struggled to remove his pants and underwear, finally managing to strip himself bare.
The moment his pale, naked body was revealed, Choi Sang-hyuk’s gaze subtly hardened.
Seo Ha-yoon crawled across the bed, moving toward Choi Sang-hyuk’s lower body. Then, he unfastened his belt buckle and pulled down the zipper.
“What the hell are you doing, you drunk mess?”
Choi Sang-hyuk pushed Seo Ha-yoon’s head away with his hand. But Seo Ha-yoon resisted, refusing to be pushed aside as he tugged down Choi Sang-hyuk’s underwear.
His large cock sprang free from its confines, standing impressively in front of him. The sheer size and delicious-looking shape of it made Seo Ha-yoon’s mouth water.
“I’ll make sure to suck you off real good, Sang-hyuk.”
Seo Ha-yoon spoke as if giving thanks before a meal, then lowered his head.
And with that, he took Choi Sang-hyuk’s cock into his mouth.
“…Seo Ha-yoon?”
“…Seo Ha-yoon?”
Choi Sang-hyuk frowned, staring down. Seo Ha-yoon had his cock in his mouth—motionless.
Choi Sang-hyuk gave him a small shake. Seo Ha-yoon’s body slackened, tipping over onto the mattress. His lips parted slightly, revealing his peaceful, slumbering face.
Choi Sang-hyuk let out a long, exasperated sigh.
“Unbelievable…”
He adjusted his pants and fastened them before pulling Seo Ha-yoon up, positioning him properly on the pillow. Then, he grabbed the blanket and tucked it around him.
This brat always passed out on his stomach when he got too drunk. It was impressive that he had even lasted this long.
Choi Sang-hyuk headed to the bathroom, quickly washing up before returning to the bed.
Seo Ha-yoon, reeking of alcohol, was already deep in sleep. His white face was flushed red from the booze, his cheeks tinged with a drunken glow.
Rrrrr.
A phone rang.
It was Seo Ha-yoon’s.
Choi Sang-hyuk picked it up, glancing at the caller ID. The name “Jun-seo Hyung” was displayed on the screen.
Without hesitation, Choi Sang-hyuk answered.
-Ha-yoon-ah.
A voice, gentle as a spring breeze, floated through the receiver.
“What do you want?”
Choi Sang-hyuk asked coldly, his tone laced with irritation.
-What the—Choi Sang-hyuk? You’re with him? Put Ha-yoon on.
“He’s asleep.”
-Already? Why? Is he sick? Did you get him drunk?
“None of your business. I’m hanging up.”
-Hey! Choi Sang—!
Beep—.
Choi Sang-hyuk ended the call without hesitation and immediately switched the phone to silent mode.
Then, he lifted the blanket and slid in, pulling Seo Ha-yoon into his arms.
The moment their bodies touched, Seo Ha-yoon instinctively burrowed deeper into his embrace, seemingly cold from lying naked under only a thin blanket.
He’s going to wake up in the morning whining about his headache again.
Clicking his tongue in amusement, Choi Sang-hyuk reached for the remote and turned off the lights.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the warmth of the body in his arms, but sleep started to creep in.
Without resisting, Choi Sang-hyuk closed his eyes.
Soon, the quiet hotel room was filled only with the sound of their steady breathing.
