#74
Just say you like him, that you want to date him. He repeated it to himself countless times. For practice, Bonoh tried to say it out loud, but the words that rose to his throat never crossed his lips.
Then suddenly the minibar caught Bonoh’s eye. Wouldn’t one drink help me relax a bit? Bonoh began convincing himself. This isn’t running away, it’s just getting a little more comfortable. Even as he approached the minibar, Bonoh poured out excuses in his head.
Drinking was inherently a harmful act that not only harmed the body but also caused one to lose self-control mentally. However, if the amount was just right, it could temporarily help relieve stress and ease tension.
“How much could this cost…”
Miniature bottles of liquor were neatly arranged in the minibar. He picked up a bottle and shook it slightly. He knew that alcohol in hotel minibars was expensive, but since the bottle was small, it probably wouldn’t cost much.
Joo Taeseong… you have plenty of money, so this much should be fine, right? If we end up dating, consider it a commemoration, and if I get rejected, you can buy it as consolation. With an “oh well” attitude, Bonoh opened the cap of the liquor. Unlike the sharp alcoholic scent characteristic of soju, a heavy aroma mixing oak and cinnamon spread pungently.
Bonoh hesitated for a moment, then tilted the bottle. Gulp—the liquid went down his throat. A heat different from the familiar cold sensation of soju spread through his esophagus to the center of his chest. He thought one sip would be fine, but after drinking, he felt even more nervous.
Bonoh anxiously glanced back at the bathroom door. The door was still closed. Until Taeseong came out, maybe he should drink a little more.
He opened the cap again. This time he drank more boldly. Each time he swallowed a mouthful of high-proof liquor, hot heat slowly flowed down his esophagus. The heat seemed to accumulate layer by layer in his stomach.
The minibar contained two miniature bottles of liquor, one bottle each of red wine and white wine. There were also canned beer and soft drinks, but Bonoh didn’t even glance in that direction. Bonoh even reached for the red wine.
It should be fine if I drink moderately before Taeseong comes out. But Bonoh didn’t know what “moderately” meant. Bonoh was quite good at drinking even among his young peers in their early twenties. He liked both alcohol and drinking occasions, so he had often drunk large amounts. His main drinks were soju, sometimes mixed with beer, or occasionally makgeolli depending on the snacks.
The drinks Bonoh had frequently consumed were at most 20 proof or less. Whiskey was only what his hyung and noona had given him a sip of when he had just turned twenty, making him an accomplice when they stole their parents’ whiskey. Therefore, while Bonoh knew that liquor was strong, he didn’t know specifically about its power. As they say, ignorance breeds courage.
When Taeseong opened the bathroom door and came out, there was a drunk person in the middle of the room barely wearing a bathrobe. As soon as Bonoh saw Taeseong, his face turned even redder, but it was hard to tell whether it was from the alcohol or from Taeseong.
As soon as Taeseong came out of the shower, he looked for Bonoh first. He was worried Kim Bonoh might run away again. Even though he had followed him all the way to the hotel, surely he wouldn’t do that this time—but then he remembered that Kim Bonoh always disappeared at the most careless moments like this.
It was also suspicious that he didn’t want to shower together. Taeseong didn’t want to be separated from Kim Bonoh for even a moment. He wanted to quickly taste Bonoh’s heated body, so when Bonoh pushed him away saying they should shower separately, his mood was disrupted.
In fact, the one who was most urgent was none other than Taeseong. Ever since learning that there were people who climbed into bed without washing, Taeseong had constantly despised such people. Just imagining the sweat and dust remaining on their skin, all the contaminants accumulated throughout the day touching the bedding, made Taeseong feel suffocated. Moreover, they didn’t just sleep with those dirty bodies but had sex with others? Such carelessness was sinful.
However, at this moment, he didn’t have the luxury to worry about such things. Even though they had been rained on, the moment he entered the room with Kim Bonoh, his sense of distinguishing between dirty and clean became dim. As if such distinctions had been meaningless from the beginning. Even if Kim Bonoh had been sweating all day, he wanted to put his tongue on that body.
Still, the reason he tried to wash was because Taeseong’s own body still felt dirty. His body that would touch Bonoh’s body and mess around inside Bonoh’s body shouldn’t be dirty.
Instead of washing separately, Taeseong took their clothes outside the room so Bonoh couldn’t run away. Even Kim Bonoh couldn’t go out naked.
Still not reassured, he hurried to wash and came out, but Kim Bonoh was nowhere to be seen in the room. Just as his eyes were about to roll back, Taeseong barely spotted Bonoh crouched at the bottom of the bed and felt relieved.
“Kim Bonoh, did you drink?”
“Huh? Joo Taeseong… I had a little.”
Kim Bonoh was sitting on the floor leaning against the bed, but because his body was tilted diagonally, his bathrobe had come open. His bare skin flushed red from the alcohol and one nipple were helplessly visible. The bathrobe’s knot had loosened and seemed like it would come undone with the slightest movement.
Taeseong forcibly withdrew his gaze that kept trying to go toward Bonoh’s body and carefully closed the open edges of the bathrobe. Given Bonoh’s condition, it seemed he should just sleep quietly. Looking closely, there was a nail-sized purple stain on the bathrobe, as if he had spilled wine while drinking.
Bonoh looked at Taeseong with a face flushed from alcohol. His gaze was directed at Taeseong, but his eyes were unfocused. Even in the midst of this, Bonoh’s heart was beating with an unstable rhythm.
Bonoh subconsciously realized that now was the timing. If this had been a dating sim game, choices would have popped up before his eyes.
[Confess]
[Hide your feelings]
[Run away for now]
But this was reality. Bonoh blurted out words without choices.
“Joo Taeseong.”
His voice was low and even slightly slurred. However, Bonoh didn’t realize his voice was like that. Taeseong, who had been approaching, stopped walking and looked at Bonoh. Bonoh hesitated for a moment, but the words he had been repeating in his mind suddenly burst out, pushed by the alcohol.
“You… let’s do that with me.”
For a moment, the air seemed to stop. Did I just properly ask him to date me?
“…What?”
Taeseong’s voice was low. Without properly reading what expression Taeseong was making, Bonoh waved his hand in the air with his hazy mind.
“You know, that thing. What other people do. Like… this…”
Bonoh tried to describe something roughly with his hand, then made a blank expression as if he didn’t know what he was saying either. Taeseong took a short breath and approached Bonoh. He walked slowly but without hesitation. Standing in front of Bonoh, Taeseong quietly looked down at Bonoh’s face.
“What other people do, what?”
“That… just, you know what I mean, why are you asking.”
Bonoh started to speak stammering, then stopped. He already said it once, didn’t he? Why does he keep asking back embarrassingly? Was he too flustered because it was a same-sex confession? Right now he wished there was a choice like [Return to previous] available…
“I knew Kim Bonoh was horny… but you must have really wanted to do it.”
Taeseong put both hands under Bonoh’s armpits and lifted him lightly. Bonoh was lifted helplessly like a pulled radish and moved onto the bed. From that momentum, Bonoh’s already loose bathrobe opened even more.
“Yeah, I was definitely going to say it today… Ugh!”
Taeseong licked up the nipple that had been helplessly exposed from earlier. Taeseong’s hand burrowed into the bathrobe and slid to his waistline. Hot breath brushed over his skin.
Is this… is this the answer to the confession? Bonoh’s head became tangled. He had only asked back, then approached his body without much answer—he didn’t know how to interpret this. In dramas, they sometimes kissed after confessions, but should sucking on the chest also be taken as a positive sign…
Or maybe he’s trying to gloss over it like this? Bonoh thought of his hyung who had been strung along. When he said he liked someone, they passed it over without much response, so he thought they were dating, but it turned out they had someone else they were seeing. It didn’t seem like Joo Taeseong would do that… but he didn’t know. He was too drunk for his head to work properly.
“Wait, wait…!”
As Taeseong’s head went down, Bonoh reflexively pushed Taeseong’s shoulder. When Taeseong raised his upper body, Bonoh’s body was fully exposed. The string tied at his waist had already come undone. His stomach, which was whiter than his arms and legs since it hadn’t been tanned, was flushed red, and his cock was half-erect. If he hadn’t been drinking, he would definitely have been fully erect by now.
“Pretty urgent? Still, we need to loosen you up in the back.”
As Taeseong was about to lower his head toward the crotch, Bonoh covered his cock with both hands.
“Huk, don’t suck there! Wait…”
“There’s no lube right now… Hmm, then.”
Taeseong clicked his tongue as if he had no choice, then raised Bonoh’s knees. Then he spat toward the exposed hole. He could feel saliva pooling in the wrinkles.
“What is this… Kuk!”
Taeseong stuck two of his fingers into Bonoh’s mouth. Then he stirred them around to his heart’s content to wet his fingers before pulling them out. While Bonoh was coughing, Taeseong brought his wet fingers to the hole and carefully rubbed the entrance.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
