“What’s this?”
A leisurely weekend morning. In the dressing room, Seong-hyeon discovered an unexpected item. Among the neatly arranged clothes, a black plastic bag stood out. Its large size suggested something was inside. The original intention to try on new clothes bought by Ha-jin quickly vanished from his mind.
Intrigued, Seong-hyeon picked up the black plastic bag. Feeling its considerable weight, he untied the bag.
And what emerged from the black bag was…………….
“……What’s this?”
Seong-hyeon muttered the same words, but with a different meaning this time. Inside the tightly wrapped black plastic bag were an old, worn-out black padded jacket and a tattered bag.
The padding seemed to have lost its insulation, appearing lifeless and unlikely to serve its purpose. The bag, though not torn, was in such poor condition that if someone offered it, one might angrily ask if they were being given trash.
Amidst the high-end clothes in the dressing room, these items seemed out of place. Moreover, the bag felt full; what could be inside?
“Huh?”
Opening the bag’s zipper, Seong-hyeon saw something familiar.
“…….”
“Found you, Seong-hyeon…… Huh? What are you doing, Seong-hyeon?”
Ha-jin, who had come looking for Seong-hyeon after he didn’t emerge from the dressing room, paused upon seeing what Seong-hyeon held. Ha-jin smiled.
“That’s my school uniform. Where did you find it?”
“It was in a black plastic bag in this drawer.”
“Oh, I must have put it there when I was organizing last time.”
Seong-hyeon unfolded Ha-jin’s uniform. A name tag with “Kwon Ha-jin” was clearly attached to the jacket pocket. Seong-hyeon traced the letters with his finger, examining the uniform closely. Though not as worn as the padding or bag, the uniform showed signs of age, particularly burn marks on the jacket’s shoulder.
“……This.”
“Yeah. Remember this?”
“……”
“A pig in our class tried to burn me with a cigarette.”
“……I remember.”
Seong-hyeon looked up at Ha-jin, still holding the uniform. Ha-jin didn’t seem bothered or scared by the memory; he even looked a bit amused.
“But you stopped him, Seong-hyeon. I was really happy then.”
“I did?”
Seong-hyeon frowned, surprised by the revelation. Did I really do that? Recalling high school, he remembered usually being the one tormenting Kwon Ha-jin. He had no memory of helping him. Yet, Ha-jin loved him enough to marry him. What a pervert.
“Well, thanks to that, I ended up with a handsome husband with a great ass and a face to my liking… But still…”
“Oh, your face.”
Looking at his husband’s face, which always impressed him, Seong-hyeon recalled a memory.
“Damn it. That bastard tried to burn your face.”
That’s right. He remembered now. Someone in their class had tried to burn Kwon Ha-jin’s face with a cigarette, claiming his eyes were creepy. Normally, Seong-hyeon would have laughed at Ha-jin’s misfortune, but this time, he felt an unusual anxiety. That face, it wasn’t just any face. Even though Ha-jin looked at him with those unsettling eyes and made his body react in ways he didn’t understand, his face was undeniably attractive. The thought of some pig-headed classmate ruining it with a cigarette burn was unbearable. It felt like humanity would suffer a great loss. So, he stopped it. That was all.
“…So, Seong-hyeon, you’ve always liked my face, huh?”
Ha-jin chuckled, finally understanding Seong-hyeon’s motive.
“Well, damn it. What’s wrong with me liking your face?”
Seong-hyeon grumbled, feeling embarrassed.
“If you had fucked me with your dick back then, I would have liked it more than your face.”
Undoubtedly, Seong-hyeon would have secretly called Ha-jin out every day to fool around. He imagined hiding in all sorts of places, away from prying eyes, doing all kinds of things with the younger Ha-jin. Seong-hyeon licked his lips, lost in the fantasy. It would have been fun to have his way with a younger Ha-jin. Why didn’t he think of it back then?
Regretting the missed opportunity, Seong-hyeon fiddled with Ha-jin’s uniform even more. Once again, he marveled at its worn-out state. How did he keep this junk? Come to think of it, it wasn’t just the uniform. Seong-hyeon looked at the other items from the black plastic bag and called out to Ha-jin.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Why didn’t you throw all this away?”
Pointing at the bag and padding, which looked too worn out even for recycling, Seong-hyeon asked. Ha-jin gave an unexpected answer.
“I haven’t thrown away anything from my high school days.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re proof that I lived during the same time as you.”
“…………What the hell. Your nonsense is truly an art form.”
Seeing Ha-jin smile shyly like a boy, Seong-hyeon blushed.
“So, you’re really not going to throw this away?”
“Nope. I’m keeping it forever.”
“Then at least take care of it properly.”
Wanting to store the uniform in a suit case, Seong-hyeon stood up with it. Then, he realized something.
“Huh?”
This is too big, isn’t it?
Ha-jin’s uniform looked about two sizes larger than what typical students wore. Come to think of it, back then, Kwon Ha-jin wore his uniform loosely, not fitting his frame.
The uniform, which had looked oversized and shabby on Ha-jin back then, now seemed to fit him better. The other students had often ridiculed him for wearing it, making him seem even more insignificant. But now, it looked like it might actually fit.
Curious, Seong-hyeon held the uniform up to Ha-jin’s body. It seemed like it would fit. He recalled his earlier fantasy of being intimate with Ha-jin in his school uniform. The thought made his body react, still sensitive from their morning activities.
“Try this on,” Seong-hyeon said, his cheeks flushed with excitement and mischief. Even if Ha-jin wasn’t the same as he was back then, the idea of seeing him in his old uniform was thrilling.
Ha-jin smiled, knowing exactly what Seong-hyeon was thinking. “Only if you dress me,” he replied playfully.
Seong-hyeon frowned slightly but nodded. He couldn’t refuse such a request.
“Take it off,” Seong-hyeon commanded. Ha-jin quickly removed his turtleneck, revealing his muscular body. Seong-hyeon’s eyes widened at the sight of his well-defined abs and strong arms. Just looking at Ha-jin’s body was satisfying.
He dropped the uniform and stepped closer, placing a hand on Ha-jin’s chest. The heat from Ha-jin’s body made his fingertips tremble. He caressed Ha-jin’s firm skin, tracing his nipple lightly, but Ha-jin showed no reaction.
“Damn it, why are you so calm when I touch your nipples?” Seong-hyeon complained.
“Maybe because I don’t have a pussy like you, dear?” Ha-jin replied casually, reaching out to tease Seong-hyeon’s nipple through his thin shirt. Seong-hyeon gasped and shivered at the touch.
“Ah! Stop, don’t rub it there…” he moaned, even as he pressed his chest against Ha-jin’s hand. Ha-jin pinched his hardened nipple once more before pulling away, leaving Seong-hyeon wanting more.
Seong-hyeon picked up the uniform shirt from the floor and helped Ha-jin put it on. The sleeves were tight around his muscular arms, and the fabric stretched across his broad chest. It was a snug fit, accentuating every curve of his body.
Seong-hyeon ran his hands over Ha-jin’s abs, feeling the defined muscles. He remembered the sensation of being pressed against this firm body during their intimate moments. His own body responded to the memory, and he couldn’t help but trace the contours of Ha-jin’s abs, imagining the pleasure they brought him.
“Seong-hyeon,” Ha-jin called softly, snapping him out of his reverie. Seong-hyeon looked up, his eyes filled with desire and anticipation. The sight of Ha-jin in his old uniform, fitting perfectly now, was more arousing than he had imagined.
A voice filled with laughter called out to Seong-hyeon.
“It feels like you’re just touching my body instead of dressing me. Is it just my imagination?”
“It’s your imagination.”
Even as he replied, Seong-hyeon didn’t remove his hand from the man’s abdomen. Instead, he rubbed the man’s body more blatantly with his palm. Just from that touch, he could feel his backside getting wet. Seong-hyeon’s body was barely covered, revealing glimpses of the man’s form as he groped around. With each movement, Seong-hyeon’s buttocks, clad only in a thong adorned with strings and lace, peeked out from under his shirt.
“Ah, the buttons, uh, they won’t fasten…”
Seong-hyeon started to button the shirt from the bottom up, his breath growing heavier as he traced the man’s chest and stomach. The shirt, already tight around the waist, wouldn’t close over the man’s broad chest. Seong-hyeon’s arousal became evident as his erection tented his shirt. Noticing the damp spot on Seong-hyeon’s shirt, Ha-jin asked,
“Looks like our Seong-hyeon is turned on?”
“Yeah, you’re so fucking hot, I can’t help it.”
Seong-hyeon felt a tingling sensation in his buttocks and a throbbing in his groin as he struggled to dress the man in the tight shirt.
“You’re getting turned on by dressing me in a school uniform? I’m embarrassed.”
With no trace of embarrassment, the man reached out. His muscles rippled visibly under the snug shirt.
“So, Seong-hyeon should too.”
The man’s outstretched hand removed Seong-hyeon’s loose shirt.
“Take this off.”
The man’s eyes lingered on Seong-hyeon’s flushed nipples and the faint bruises on his smooth, hairless skin. He reached down and picked up his school blazer.
“Put this on.”
Ha-jin dressed the naked Seong-hyeon in his blazer. With skilled hands, he quickly had Seong-hyeon wearing the jacket. It was so large on Seong-hyeon that the sleeves covered his hands completely. Seeing this, Ha-jin chuckled.
“Ha, why didn’t I think of this sooner? Seong-hyeon looks so cute in my uniform.”
Ha-jin kissed Seong-hyeon’s forehead and the bridge of his nose, leaving firm, deliberate kisses. He seemed overwhelmed by Seong-hyeon’s cuteness. Seong-hyeon agreed in his heart.
Damn, Ha-jin looks so hot in that tight school shirt. Why didn’t I dress him up like this before?
Seong-hyeon’s body ached with desire, his hole clenching and unclenching, begging to be filled by Ha-jin.
As Ha-jin kissed Seong-hyeon repeatedly, showing his affection, Seong-hyeon also touched Ha-jin’s face and body, expressing his own desire. Normally, Ha-jin would have quickly responded to Seong-hyeon’s signals and penetrated him, but this time, he said something unexpected.
“Seong-hyeon, if we had been like this back then, if we had liked each other…”
“We would have fucked like crazy.”
If they had been a couple, they would have been together all day, like animals in heat, never separating. Seong-hyeon’s hole would have molded to the shape of Ha-jin’s cock in less than three seasons. Just like now.
The thought sent a thrill through Seong-hyeon, and he rubbed his hand against Ha-jin’s chest, flushed with excitement. This time, Ha-jin understood the signal and laughed softly.
“Seong-hyeon, you’re so horny.”
“Fuck you. I’m only horny for your cock.”
Seong-hyeon glared, thinking that anyone hearing Ha-jin might think he was easy. He only thought about Ha-jin’s cock and wanted it inside him. Ha-jin’s words stung a little.
“Of course, darling. You only like my cock.”
Apologizing, Ha-jin kissed Seong-hyeon’s eyes, calling him beautiful. But Seong-hyeon still looked upset, so Ha-jin suggested,
“Should we do it now?”
