That evening.
Seong-hyeon glanced at the text from Ha-jin and casually took a sip of his drink. As soon as he emptied his glass, his phone rang. It was Ha-jin. Seong-hyeon ignored the call again. The persistent ringing finally stopped. He poured himself a second glass.
He usually disliked drinking alone, but today he had no choice. The realization of his feelings just hours ago left him confused, and the uncertainty of Ha-jin’s feelings for him was frightening.
So, he ignored the man’s calls and sat alone in his living room, sipping his drink.
The phone rang again. Seong-hyeon didn’t answer. As he finished his second glass, another text arrived.
<What’s wrong, Seong-hyeon? Why aren’t you answering?>
He poured a third glass. His phone buzzed again.
<I’m worried. Please answer the phone.>
The messages were filled with concern. Ha-jin had always treated him with such care, as if he were a delicate piece of art, so this wasn’t surprising. Yet, as Seong-hyeon read the texts, his eyes welled up again.
“Damn it. Why am I crying again?”
He roughly wiped away the tears streaming down his face. He loved Ha-jin. So why was he crying over someone he loved? Shouldn’t thinking about the person you love make you happy?
“It’s because of Ha-jin.”
He was being so kind, yet he hadn’t said he loved him. That uncertainty was making him cry. Seong-hyeon hugged his knees to his chest and rested his forehead on them. There’s nothing wrong. Nothing to be afraid of. Nothing to be anxious about………….
‘I want to run away.’
The thought startled him. Run away? Why? What good would running do? After all, he would eventually ‘again…………….’ Seong-hyeon’s eyes darkened.
His phone vibrated with a new message. He lifted his head to read it. It was as if Ha-jin had read his mind.
The words felt suffocating, like a giant hand gripping his throat. He felt shackled, plummeting into an endless abyss. Tears streamed down his face again.
‘He must be really angry. When he’s angry, he’s scary.’
Seong-hyeon decided he should respond. He picked up his phone, his stiff fingers typing out a short apology.
Just then, he heard a sound at the door. Beep, beep—
The familiar electronic beep sounded, and the door swung open forcefully. Bang! The door slammed shut, and someone stormed into the house.
“Yoon Seong-hyeon.”
The man entered the living room, dressed the same as Seong-hyeon had seen earlier. It was indeed Ha-jin. Naturally, Seong-hyeon thought of the woman who had been by Ha-jin’s side.
‘Bastard. He ruins me like this and then goes around with another woman?’
An inexplicable anxiety and anger surged within him. No, this anger was justified. Ha-jin hadn’t told him he loved him, so it was natural to feel this way. And seeing Ha-jin made his body react instinctively, his desire stirring.
“What are you doing here…………….”
The man, who had rudely invaded the living room with his shoes on, stopped abruptly. He noticed the tears in Seong-hyeon’s eyes.
“Seong-hyeon, have you been crying?”
Ha-jin’s previously stoic face now showed a hint of confusion.
“Why were you crying? Did I scare you? Is that why you’re crying? Or are you hurt somewhere? If you’re hurt, we should go to the hospital, not sit here like this…….”
“Who is that woman?”
Seong-hyeon’s abrupt question caught Ha-jin off guard. He looked puzzled, not understanding who Seong-hyeon was asking about.
“Woman? Who?”
“The one with long hair from today.”
Ha-jin paused, then remembered. “Oh.”
“She was a business contact. I met her regarding an overseas export deal. She was being annoying, so I made sure she wouldn’t remember my face.”
Made her forget? For a moment, Ha-jin’s words troubled Seong-hyeon. But the feeling didn’t last.
“It’s true, Seong-hyeon. That woman means nothing to me.”
Seong-hyeon believed Ha-jin wasn’t lying, but he still couldn’t smile at him. Did you treat her the same way you treated me? Did you make her crave you so badly that she felt like a dog in heat, desperate for your touch? Did you make her want to spread her legs for you, to feel desired and loved?
The unpleasant thoughts swirled in Seong-hyeon’s mind, leaving him confused and disoriented. Was this what love felt like? This chaos and uncertainty?
“So don’t cry, Seong-hyeon.”
A large hand touched Seong-hyeon’s cheek, wiping away a tear that clung to his lashes. Ha-jin gently brushed his fingers across Seong-hyeon’s cheek and tucked his hair behind his ear. The tender touch soothed Seong-hyeon’s chaotic emotions, and his heart fluttered in a different way.
Unaware, Seong-hyeon nuzzled his face into Ha-jin’s palm, looking up at him with softened eyes.
Ha-jin gazed down at Seong-hyeon and asked, “Were you jealous?”
Jealousy. The word struck a chord in Seong-hyeon, and he sniffled softly. Ha-jin smiled, finding Seong-hyeon adorable.
“Fuck, you think this is funny?” Seong-hyeon snapped, unaware of his own harsh tone. “I feel like shit right now, so don’t laugh.”
“I’m sorry,” Ha-jin apologized, though his smile remained. He seemed genuinely happy that Seong-hyeon had been jealous. This only irritated Seong-hyeon more.
“You haven’t even said you like me, and you’re laughing at me?”
Ha-jin’s smile faded, replaced by a heated gaze. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Seong-hyeon glared at him, but Ha-jin’s hand gently stroked his cheek before moving lower. His fingers slipped under Seong-hyeon’s thin shirt, teasing his nipple until it hardened. Seong-hyeon gasped, his body trembling.
“You’re so beautiful,” Ha-jin murmured, his fingers playing with Seong-hyeon’s nipple, contrasting with his calm tone. Seong-hyeon felt a rush of heat, both in his face and lower abdomen. He didn’t want to show how much he enjoyed it, fearing Ha-jin would think him easy.
“Shut up, ah!”
“Our little Seong-hyeon is getting cranky because his hole is lonely.”
“Who’s, ah! Cranky?”
Ha-jin’s fingers pinched and rolled Seong-hyeon’s nipple as he pulled Seong-hyeon’s legs toward him. His loose pants slid down, revealing his erection. Ha-jin’s hand moved from Seong-hyeon’s chest to his stomach, then lower, brushing against his hardness.
As Ha-jin’s fingers traced the shape of Seong-hyeon’s arousal, his body trembled, and a bead of clear fluid formed at the tip of his erection.
“Ha, stop it…….”
“Stop? But you love this, Seong-hyeon. You love it when I touch you like this.”
“Th-that’s, ah, it’s too hot when you touch me there, ah!”
Ha-jin’s hand moved lower, gripping Seong-hyeon’s hardened length. He stroked it firmly, coaxing more fluid to the surface.
“Your clit is so hard, Seong-hyeon.”
“Hng, ah, yes!”
“You only feel this good when I touch you. Our little Seong-hyeon is so precious.”
Ha-jin kissed Seong-hyeon’s eyelids, his tongue tracing the contours of his face, leaving a trail of wetness. Seong-hyeon’s skin grew damp with sweat, his body flushing with heat.
“Ah, don’t, don’t kiss my eyes, ah!”
“Don’t kiss them? But you love being kissed, Seong-hyeon.”
“N-no, but, ah!”
The sensation of Ha-jin’s wet tongue on his face made Seong-hyeon’s mind race. His body reacted instinctively, his entrance pulsing with desire. He wanted Ha-jin to kiss him lower, to make him feel even more desired, but the words stuck in his throat.
The cool air on his exposed lower body was overshadowed by the heat radiating from Ha-jin’s body.
“But where, Seong-hyeon? Where do you want me to kiss you?”
“Th-there, no, ah, ah!”
Ha-jin’s tongue moved down to Seong-hyeon’s chest, licking his nipples through the damp shirt. The fabric clung to his skin, revealing the hardened nubs beneath.
“Here it is. The spot you want me to kiss.”
Ha-jin pressed his fingers against Seong-hyeon’s nipples, rolling them gently as his tongue flicked over the sensitive peaks. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through Seong-hyeon’s body, making his hips buck involuntarily.
“Hah, ah!”
Seong-hyeon’s body arched as Ha-jin’s tongue teased his nipples, the wet fabric rubbing against his skin. He gripped Ha-jin’s head, pressing him closer, desperate for more.
“My chest, ah, yes! More, harder, ah, please, harder…….”
The sound of wet fabric against skin filled the room, mingling with their heated breaths. Seong-hyeon’s body trembled with each touch, his erection throbbing in Ha-jin’s grip.
“Hng, yes! Don’t talk, just, ah, ah!”
Every word Ha-jin murmured sent vibrations through Seong-hyeon’s chest, making him shiver with pleasure.
As the pleasure surged through Seong-hyeon’s body, he felt an urgent need for more. He wanted Ha-jin inside him, filling him completely. His body trembled with anticipation, his entrance pulsing with desire.
“H-honey, please, down there too, quickly, ah…!”
Seong-hyeon’s heels dug into Ha-jin’s back, urging him on. Ha-jin responded by biting gently on Seong-hyeon’s nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through his body.
“Ah!”
Seong-hyeon’s vision blurred as waves of ecstasy washed over him. He felt his release spilling into Ha-jin’s hand, his body convulsing with each wave. Ha-jin licked the saliva from Seong-hyeon’s chin, replacing it with his own.
“Our Seong-hyeon needs his ring back here,” Ha-jin murmured, pressing gently on Seong-hyeon’s left nipple.
Seong-hyeon’s body jerked in response, his senses heightened from the orgasm. Every touch sent shivers down his spine, his body craving more. Ha-jin’s fingers teased his nipple, pinching and rolling it until Seong-hyeon was writhing beneath him.
“Why… why just the chest, ah…?”
“Because you love it when I touch your chest, Seong-hyeon.”
It was true. Seong-hyeon loved the sensation of Ha-jin’s hands on his chest. But what he craved even more was Ha-jin’s touch on his entrance, filling him deeply. He wanted Ha-jin’s essence inside him, claiming him completely.
Seong-hyeon’s gaze fell on Ha-jin’s bulging crotch, his own entrance pulsing in response. He could feel his own release trickling down, his body eager for more. Ha-jin smiled, noticing the wet stain on his pants where Seong-hyeon had rubbed against him.
“Are you marking me with your fluids, Seong-hyeon? Good boy.”
Ha-jin raised his hand, licking the mixture of Seong-hyeon’s pre-cum and semen from his fingers. His eyes gleamed with desire as he whispered,
“Then I should return the favor. Since you’ve been such a good boy.”
Ha-jin lowered his face between Seong-hyeon’s legs, his breath hot against his sensitive skin. Seong-hyeon’s entrance pulsed in anticipation, eager for the touch of Ha-jin’s tongue.
As Ha-jin’s mouth enveloped Seong-hyeon’s length, the sensation was almost too much to bear. The warmth and wetness sent electric shocks through his body, making him tremble with pleasure. He spread his legs wider, eager to take Ha-jin deeper, but the sensation was different from what he craved.
“Ah, ah!”
Seong-hyeon’s body convulsed as Ha-jin’s tongue swirled around his sensitive tip, drawing out moans of pleasure. The suction was intense, almost painful, yet incredibly pleasurable. But it wasn’t enough. He needed Ha-jin inside him, filling him completely.
“Please, ah, not there! My hole, please, fuck me!”
Seong-hyeon’s pleas grew more desperate as Ha-jin continued to tease him with his mouth. The sensation was exquisite, but he yearned for the deeper connection, the fullness that only Ha-jin could provide.
“Please, ah, not my clit, my ass, please!”
Ha-jin’s lips tightened around the base of Seong-hyeon’s shaft, making him gasp. He felt the tip of Ha-jin’s tongue flicking against his sensitive slit, tasting his precum. Slowly, Ha-jin pulled back, releasing Seong-hyeon’s length from his mouth with a wet pop. It glistened with saliva, throbbing with need.
“Where do you think you’re putting your fingers, Seong-hyeon?” Ha-jin teased, gently stroking the underside of Seong-hyeon’s tip with his fingertips.
“But, you, you won’t touch my hole….” Seong-hyeon whimpered, frustrated by Ha-jin’s teasing. He had been waiting, hoping for Ha-jin to touch him where he needed it most.
“You’re upset because I didn’t lick your hole?” Ha-jin asked, a playful smile on his lips.
Seong-hyeon nodded, tears welling in his eyes. He needed more, craved the feeling of Ha-jin inside him.
“So, you just want me to lick your hole?” Ha-jin asked, his voice low and husky.
Before Seong-hyeon could respond, Ha-jin unzipped his pants, revealing his thick, hard length. He stroked himself lightly, the tip already glistening with precum.
“Or should I rub this against your hungry little hole, Seong-hyeon?”
The sight of Ha-jin’s erection made Seong-hyeon’s eyes glaze over with desire. He spread his legs wider, his entrance pulsing and eager. He didn’t need to think; he just wanted Ha-jin inside him.
“Please, rub it, please,” Seong-hyeon begged, his voice breathless with need. His body was ready, his hole clenching and relaxing, desperate to be filled. Ha-jin licked his lips, his eyes locked on Seong-hyeon’s eager entrance.
“But, Seong-hyeon,” Ha-jin began, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and desire.
The hot, hard length pressed against Seong-hyeon’s perineum, sending waves of anticipation through his body. He gasped, eager for what was to come. Finally, he would feel Ha-jin inside him again. The excitement and longing made his heart race.
“You said sex is only for couples, Seong-hyeon.”
Suddenly, the heat against his body vanished, replaced by the weight of Ha-jin’s erection pressing against his own. The sensation of their lengths rubbing together sent shivers through Seong-hyeon’s body.
“If we’re not a couple, I can’t fuck you.”
Ha-jin thrust his hips lightly, his length pressing firmly against Seong-hyeon’s abdomen. Seong-hyeon cried out, desperate for more.
“If we’re dating, then it’s okay!”
Seong-hyeon’s frustration grew as Ha-jin continued to tease him, refusing to give him what he craved. Before, Ha-jin would satisfy him for days on end. He missed the feeling of Ha-jin inside him, a constant presence in his life.
‘Before?’
Suddenly, Seong-hyeon’s heart pounded painfully. A vague memory surfaced—himself, laughing happily in the arms of a man. When had this happened? Why did it feel so familiar yet distant?
“Yoon Seong-hyeon.”
Ha-jin’s voice snapped him back to reality.
“Do you want to date me?”
Seong-hyeon looked up at Ha-jin, his smile both familiar and strange. His mind raced, but his body reacted instinctively.
“No! I want to date you!”
The words tumbled out before he could think. The strange sensation from earlier was forgotten, replaced by an urgent need to keep Ha-jin close. He couldn’t lose him, not now.
“I want to date you, Ha-jin.”
As he repeated the words, his heart pounded heavily. Was it the thrill of confessing his feelings for the first time? Or the fear of rejection? Either way, it didn’t matter. All he wanted was to feel Ha-jin inside him.
“But, Seong-hyeon, I don’t want to date you.”
Seong-hyeon froze, shock coursing through his veins. He had expected Ha-jin to eagerly accept, never imagining he would refuse. The rejection stung, leaving him bewildered and angry. How could Ha-jin do this to him? After everything they’d shared, how could he just walk away?
Seong-hyeon’s lips trembled in shock, opening and closing repeatedly, yet no words escaped. Just as he was about to speak, Ha-jin whispered,
“How about we get married instead, Seong-hyeon?”
Seong-hyeon gasped, his eyes widening in disbelief. A surge of emotion welled up inside him. How dare Ha-jin toy with him like this? Was he a joke to him? What had he done to deserve this? Was this some twisted form of revenge?
Before Seong-hyeon could voice his thoughts, Ha-jin’s lips pressed gently against his, silencing him. The soft kiss lingered before Ha-jin pulled away, leaving Seong-hyeon breathless. Ha-jin then positioned his cock at Seong-hyeon’s entrance, teasing it gently with the tip.
“Oh…”
“I’m sorry, Seong-hyeon. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
As Ha-jin’s cock touched his entrance, Seong-hyeon’s expression softened. His hole quivered, eager to take Ha-jin in. The slick head of Ha-jin’s cock pressed gently against his entrance, coaxing it open.
“Oh…”
“Our little Seong-hyeon got scared. I’m sorry.”
Ha-jin leaned down, his forehead touching Seong-hyeon’s as he whispered, “I love you, Yoon Seong-hyeon.”
Seong-hyeon’s breath hitched. He had longed to hear those words, yet now that he had, a strange memory surfaced—vivid yet unfamiliar.
‘Yoon Seong-hyeon.’
‘You beat up a classmate until he broke his leg and nearly blinded him.’
‘You forced kids to eat trash in front of everyone.’
‘But I think you’re adorable.’
‘So, Seong-hyeon.’
‘Let’s be together forever.’
Tears welled up in Seong-hyeon’s eyes again. Why did these strange memories keep resurfacing? It must be Ha-jin’s words, his proposal, that had shaken him so deeply. Or perhaps it was the joy of hearing Ha-jin say he loved him, mixed with the fear that it might not be real.
“Do you really love me?”
If this love was genuine, everything would be alright. The sudden anxiety, the inexplicable sadness, and the desperate longing for Ha-jin’s cock—all of it would fade away.
“Do you really love me?” Seong-hyeon asked again, his voice barely a whisper. His body ached with need, his entrance pulsing with desire. He needed to know that Ha-jin’s love was real, that this wasn’t just another cruel game.
The sincerity in Ha-jin’s gaze was unmistakable. There was no deceit, no mockery—only pure affection.
“I love you, Seong-hyeon.”
Ha-jin’s words resonated deeply within Seong-hyeon. The raw honesty in his voice was palpable, and it filled Seong-hyeon with a warmth that dispelled any lingering doubts.
“When you call my name, it makes me feel alive.”
“Your name…?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Ha-jin’s lips brushed gently over Seong-hyeon’s face, each touch a tender caress. His kisses were like a soothing balm, healing and cherishing. Seong-hyeon’s lips parted slightly, a soft gasp escaping.
“Ha-jin.”
“Yes?”
Ha-jin’s face lit up with joy at the sound of his name. Seong-hyeon realized that from the beginning, Ha-jin had come alive whenever he heard his name. It was as if Seong-hyeon’s voice breathed life into him, making him move, smile, and look at Seong-hyeon with genuine affection.
Recognizing this, Seong-hyeon felt an overwhelming emotion swell within him.
“Ha-jin.”
Each time Seong-hyeon called his name, Ha-jin’s face brightened, and Seong-hyeon’s heart raced in response. This must be love, he thought. The feeling of his heart aching at the sight of Ha-jin’s smile, the urge to embrace him—it could only be love.
With this realization, Seong-hyeon smiled back at Ha-jin and said,
“Let’s get married.”
Ha-jin’s eyes widened in surprise, but it was quickly replaced by an even brighter smile. Overwhelmed with emotion, he leaned in, capturing Seong-hyeon’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues entwined, the wet, heated contact sending waves of pleasure through Seong-hyeon’s body.
“Hng, ah…?”
The sound of their lips meeting filled the air, along with the wet, slick noise of Ha-jin’s cock pressing against Seong-hyeon’s entrance. As their lips parted, a trail of saliva connected them, glistening in the light. Seong-hyeon extended his tongue, licking the mixture of their fluids, his eyes locked with Ha-jin’s.
Ha-jin’s gaze darkened with desire, and Seong-hyeon spread his knees wider, inviting him in. His entrance quivered, eagerly drawing Ha-jin’s thick tip inside.
“So now…
Seong-hyeon’s body trembled with anticipation as he tightened around Ha-jin’s cock, pulling him deeper.
“Please, give me your cock, honey.”
