#39
Sometimes when the timing was off, he would enter the room right after Bonoh’s masturbation. Kim Bonoh with a flushed face and languid movements, different from the feeling after exercise. The decisive evidence was that he would be excessively startled when entering and couldn’t make eye contact.
Because of this, even Taeseong, who had no sexual desire, had increased his masturbation frequency recently. When he entered the room, he couldn’t help but be conscious of the strange atmosphere he could feel on his skin. Sexual desire was truly a bothersome urge for Taeseong, so this change was unwelcome. What was most unpleasant was that despite this, he was attracted to Kim Bonoh. Kim Bonoh was the culprit who had made Taeseong like this.
Moreover, this guy who wasn’t even gay acted like nothing happened even after engaging in intense petting with another man. Of course, it was always initiated by Taeseong, but normally wouldn’t someone refuse if a person they had no feelings for attempted physical contact?
It was fortunate that it was him. If another guy were to grope Kim Bonoh’s body… Just imagining it was horrifying. Bonoh groaning as his cock were grabbed by someone else’s hands, not his own.
The fact that such a possibility wasn’t impossible was even more horrifying. Kim Bonoh, who was weak to pleasure, might moan with delight if someone pinched his chest. Thinking this way, Taeseong became impatient.
He thought he was in an advantageous position compared to others since they lived in the same room. However, Kim Bonoh liked alcohol. Unfortunately, the people he drank with were the two men Taeseong considered competitors.
Taeseong felt the need to work harder.
***
Bonoh, who had no morning classes, woke up late for the first time in a while. Wanting to enjoy the leisure, he lay on his side instead of getting up immediately. Then Taeseong’s back came into his view.
Taeseong had already gotten up, washed, and was sitting at his desk. Though it was a dorm where he could sit comfortably, his door-sized back was straight. He seemed to be looking at his laptop, but his posture showed no signs of relaxation like craning his neck forward or resting his chin on his hand.
Somehow it was annoying. As the hangover faded, Bonoh’s feelings of injustice from around midnight the night before became increasingly clear. It was as if he thought he was the only great person in the world. If only he could hit that straight back of his head once…
“If you’re awake, hurry up and wash. What are you doing lying there after coming in late? What did you do right?”
Did he have eyes on the back of his head? Taeseong noticed Bonoh was awake without even turning around and spoke sarcastically. How nicely he speaks from the morning. Bonoh was fortunate that he only glared at the back of his head and didn’t actually flip him off or pretend to punch him.
Bonoh turned sharply and lay down without responding. Looking at the wall, he painfully missed the flashy wallpaper of his old studio apartment.
They were supposed to drink again today. Due to the early curfew, Bonoh’s desire for alcohol had actually grown stronger. Before enlisting, he used to drink all through dawn, but now he had to return before midnight, not even dawn, which was even more torturous. It would have been better if he didn’t drink at all, but drinking just a little bit made him feel unsatisfied.
Should he just submit an overnight stay request? But overnight stay requests had to be submitted several days in advance, not on the same day, and if done too frequently, he might be rejected from next semester’s dormitory recruitment. Junghwan and Hyungwoo might drink with him until the dorm opened. Yes, let’s save the overnight stays and use them only when absolutely necessary. In the end, Bonoh gave up with tears in his eyes.
“You still haven’t washed? Don’t you want to eat?”
“……”
Taeseong’s voice came from behind. Bonoh squeezed his eyes shut. How could the ruled class dare to share a meal with a dictator? Go eat your fill alone!
“Then I’ll go eat bone soup alone.”
At those words, his closed eyes opened involuntarily. Bone soup! It wasn’t enough to even register with his liver, but still, having drunk alcohol, he wanted some hangover soup.
The tender meat that separated from the bone with just a light touch of chopsticks, and the dried radish greens. Thinking of eating them soaked in the spicy broth made saliva pool in his mouth. Bone soup was one of Bonoh’s favorite foods even when it wasn’t for hangovers. Hearing about bone soup made him suddenly feel very hungry. Should he share a meal just for today…?
“Ah, let’s go together!”
In the end, Bonoh got up from his spot.
“I’ll give you 30 minutes.”
“10 minutes!”
Shouting this, Bonoh went into the bathroom and immediately put his toothbrush in his mouth.
That day, Bonoh did his best to keep the curfew Taeseong had set. He hadn’t given up alcohol. If time was short, couldn’t he just drink faster? Bonoh was so proud of himself for coming up with such an idea.
Thanks to this, Bonoh drank more than three bottles of soju in about 4 hours. It was slightly less than his usual drinking capacity, but having drunk quickly, the intoxication steadily rose.
The sigh he exhaled with a “phew” was full of alcohol scent. His face was bright red and his hand kept fumbling while taking out the card key. After several failed attempts, the door finally opened. Bonoh walked a few steps and then sat down in the middle of the room.
“I came in on time, right? I kept the curfew?”
“Look at your red face… And what do you mean kept it? Can’t you see the clock?”
“That can’t be. I ran here really fast…”
Bonoh, whose tongue was heavily twisted and spoke clumsily, frantically fumbled through his pockets. Seeing this, Taeseong sighed and picked up the phone that had fallen behind Bonoh’s buttocks and handed it to him. It seemed to have fallen out of his pocket when he plopped down.
Bonoh tapped the screen with his finger. He glared at the lit lock screen with wide eyes. 12:02. Huh, that’s strange. Even when he looked again with his eyelids lifted, the time didn’t change.
“You’re really something.”
“Hey, give me a break for 2 minutes. You can’t even cook cup noodles in this time!”
“I made a mistake.”
“Huh?”
Taeseong covered his face with one hand and let out a sigh. At this, Bonoh looked up at him with hazy eyes.
“It’s my mistake. I didn’t set the most important penalty.”
“Hey! I was about to say that too! I’m not keeping your arbitrary curfew anymore.”
“……”
Bonoh began to act boldly, borrowing from his intoxication. His voice was louder than usual, but he didn’t seem to know it. With his face flushed and sitting on the floor shouting, he looked exactly like a drunk. Taeseong looked down at him with cold eyes, but Bonoh didn’t notice and continued rambling.
“We both pay the same money to live here, so why do you set all the rules by yourself? I’m always the only one getting scolded! Am I your younger brother? We’re the same age…! And you wouldn’t know because you have no friends, but humans are social animals, you know? If you’re a college student, you should live like a college student, drink alcohol, and sometimes come in late because of social activities. Ah, forget it. If you don’t like it, go ahead and arrest me! I don’t care anymore!”
Bonoh, who had been pouring out words, finally held out both wrists toward Taeseong as if telling him to handcuff him.
“This isn’t a room I live in alone, and we both paid the same money, right? You knew that? I paid money too.”
Taeseong spoke sarcastically. Bonoh’s mouth, which had been chattering continuously, snapped shut. He couldn’t argue back because it was true.
“Still… can’t I come in late like this once or twice occasionally…?”
“……”
Even when he spoke in a crawling small voice, Taeseong didn’t even pretend to listen.
“Aah! If only I could come in late! I’d do anything-.”
“Anything?”
“Yeah yeah! I’ll do absolutely anything!”
When Taeseong reacted, Bonoh seemed to sense possibility and quickly answered, thinking this was his chance. His eyes sparkled suspiciously as he looked at Taeseong. Like a dog waiting for treats, anyone could see he desperately wanted something.
“Then take off your clothes first and come here.”
Taeseong, who was sitting on the bed, slightly spread his legs and pointed between them. Bonoh took off his t-shirt without a moment’s hesitation. He thought, what’s the big deal between men? He’d been touched anyway. Bonoh’s drunk mind wasn’t working smoothly. His output had become simpler than usual.
After pulling down his pants, Bonoh took a step forward and freed himself from the pants caught around his ankles. Only underwear and socks remained. Should he take these off too? He could take them off, but wasn’t he overreacting by himself? Bonoh rolled his eyes to gauge Taeseong’s reaction once.
“Take everything off.”
As if reading his thoughts, Taeseong answered. Having taken everything off as he said, Bonoh went between Taeseong’s legs and sat down. He didn’t even care about the discarded clothes lying on the floor like shed skin.
Taeseong’s gaze looking down at his naked body was unusual. Regardless, Bonoh, feeling dizzy, slyly leaned his head against one of Taeseong’s thighs.
“Who told you to lean? How presumptuous.”
That’s when it happened. Taeseong’s white foot brushed over Bonoh’s chest. Though it brushed very briefly, Bonoh’s lower back tingled. Huh? Bonoh glanced at his crotch and covered his cock with both hands. Just from one touch of a foot, his lower half was half-erect. As the alcohol wore off, he finally felt a bit embarrassed.
“Move your hands, your hands. You’re such a pervert, getting hard like this.”
Then Taeseong tapped Bonoh’s hands with his foot. Though embarrassed, it was too late to back out now. Bonoh slyly removed his hands.
Taeseong extended his foot and pressed firmly on Bonoh’s left nipple. Even though he didn’t apply much force, Bonoh was pushed backward and caught himself with his hands on the floor just before falling over. When Bonoh panted softly, Taeseong’s eyes narrowed.
Author: Hyacinthus B
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