#024
The weather was still swelteringly hot. The two took a taxi to Jiwoon’s house.
“Hyung, when are your parents coming?”
“During vacation. They might not come.”
Except for the ajumma who would cook food and leave while Jiwoon was at school, Jiwoon’s house was always empty.
So he asked out of curiosity, but Jiwoon spoke as if it didn’t matter either way. This made Yechan curious about the experiences that made up Jiwoon.
How many good memories does he have with his parents? What events had greatly influenced him throughout his life so far…
Still, thinking about the past rumors and Jiwoon’s words about being bored back then, it didn’t seem like the answers to those questions would be full of rainbow-sparkling things.
Yechan recalled his own past painted in sepia tones. And he read a similar color in Jiwoon’s eyes looking at him.
Suddenly, Yechan thought he wanted to create prettier memories for Jiwoon from now on. It was a kind of compassion for someone similar to himself.
Jiwoon opened the refrigerator and brought out side dishes to place on the dining table. Appetizing food was set out one after another. The cooking skills of the ajumma who came and went from Jiwoon’s house were excellent today as well.
The completed meal was abundant. Seaweed soup, braised short ribs, japchae…
Whose birthday is it today? She must have paid attention since exams ended. As Jiwoon had said about eating something delicious, dinner was wonderful.
After clearing the dining table, Jiwoon handed Yechan clothes he had left behind before, telling him to go wash up. After washing, the two organized wrong answers from their exams in Jiwoon’s room.
Yechan went over the math problems Jiwoon had solved for him several times. Jiwoon found similar types of problems that Yechan had gotten wrong in workbooks and checked them off, even creating application problems by appropriately changing the numbers.
Seeing how the numbers in the application problems worked out perfectly, goosebumps rose on Yechan’s arms. Yechan lightly shivered and rubbed his arm.
“It’s a waste that hyung isn’t going to the math department.”
“You know the math department and math education department are different, right?”
“That’s why I’m saying the math department. Hyung should do math research.”
“I don’t want to.”
Jiwoon, who shook his head decisively, put the notebook that had been organized long ago onto the bookshelf.
“Ah, right. Hyung, let me sleep over tonight.”
Yechan said without taking his eyes off his notebook.
“Did you get permission?”
“Of course. When I said I made a friend to study with, my mother was amazed.”
Yechan spun his mechanical pencil around and smiled at Jiwoon.
“She even gave me pocket money. I’ll buy something delicious with this tomorrow.”
“I’m going to eat something expensive.”
“Should we go eat beef?”
“Sounds good.”
Jiwoon’s head filled with various imaginations. Because Yechan had caught a cold, they skipped meeting for a week and then had to take exams, so he had practically starved for almost two weeks.
He knew he should eat, but somehow he hadn’t been in the mood to eat. It felt like he had spent his days picking up crumbs and drinking just enough water not to die.
But he’s sleeping over tonight. Yechan had already buried his head in his books again. Jiwoon got up and asked.
“How much do you have left?”
“About thirty minutes and I’ll be done.”
“Then I’ll go exercise and come back.”
“Exercise?”
“I have to. Seo Yechan’s lips are going to be all torn up again.”
At Jiwoon’s sudden words, Yechan seemed not to understand and tilted his head for a moment, then suddenly curved his lips. Yechan’s eyes sparkled. His heart also began to beat rapidly.
“I’ll finish quickly.”
“Take your time.”
Yechan, who smiled brightly, pressed the tip of his mechanical pencil to extend the lead.
Much later, when Jiwoon finished exercising and returned from the bathroom, Yechan had neatly organized his study area and was lying on the bed. Jiwoon, swallowing the tension that was slowly rising, roughly threw the towel he had been drying his hair with to one side of the room.
“Hyung.”
Yechan, lying on the bed with his hair disheveled, looked at Jiwoon and smiled wickedly while spreading his arms wide. At his gesture that seemed to say come hug me, Jiwoon’s heart pounded.
Fucking handsome. Jiwoon, who slowly moved his steps, didn’t hesitate and collapsed onto Yechan’s arms. Yechan wrapped Jiwoon up with his arms and legs.
“What exercise did you do?”
“Figure it out yourself.”
“Should I try to guess?”
“Go ahead.”
“Push-ups, sit-ups, squats.”
“You got two right. Push-ups, squats. Plus dumbbells.”
“Hyung’s exercise routine is similar to mine.”
“I usually run too.”
“Should we run together next time?”
“Next time, next time.”
He couldn’t endure it any longer. Jiwoon, who smiled wickedly, grabbed the collar of Yechan’s t-shirt and pulled.
Yechan’s gaze deepened. Just when it seemed like he would sit up, Yechan’s body poured over Jiwoon in an instant.
Jiwoon, who ended up trapped by Yechan, turned his body that had been lying on its side to face him directly.
“Yechan. What’s with this position?”
Yechan had no answer. Yechan’s gaze fell onto Jiwoon. What his heated eyes wanted was obvious. Jiwoon kept his gaze on Yechan’s burning eyes while slowly moving his fingertips.
At the hand sliding smoothly from his chin to his Adam’s apple, Yechan trembled slightly. His eyes were now almost blazing.
Jiwoon suddenly swallowed the thrilling sensation rising within him.
“Hyung…”
Yechan made a scratchy sound. Jiwoon continued moving his hand down. Yechan’s collarbone felt distinct through his thin t-shirt. As Jiwoon gently stroked the firm bone with his thumb, he asked.
“What do you want to do, Seo Yechan?”
Ha. A sigh-like gasp passed briefly. Yechan curved his lips prettily.
“…Something that feels good.”
At those words, Jiwoon’s body ached. Jiwoon slowly moved his hand down.
“Something that feels good, what?”
“I failed my exam, didn’t I… Comfort me.”
“How?”
“Ha… I don’t know. Can’t hyung teach me?”
Little fox. At Yechan’s expression as if he knew nothing, Jiwoon slowly curved his lips.
Ha… Yechan, who exhaled, smiled along with Jiwoon. At the tickling sensation around his chest, Jiwoon twisted his body.
“Teach me how to feel good.”
Yechan lowered his head and whispered while pressing his lips against Jiwoon’s.
“Please? Jiwoon hyung.”
Jiwoon, whose lips curved completely, wrapped his arms around Yechan’s neck. His body trembled with tension and anticipation.
Jiwoon tilted his head and penetrated Yechan’s mouth. It seemed like their kissing sessions were getting longer day by day.
After a while, Yechan, who separated their lips with a smacking sound, looked at Jiwoon and asked.
“Are you okay?”
Even in his dazed state, Jiwoon stared intently at Yechan.
“Yeah. I came prepared for my lips to swell and burst.”
“Ha…”
Yechan’s handsome eyes folded prettily as they curved. Dimples formed beside his lips. It was an unbelievably refreshing smile.
“Me too, hyung.”
Sweet kisses poured over Jiwoon’s lips and onto his eyes. Yechan, who was giggling, said.
“Please take care of me from now on too.”
Seeing the flushed white face coming close, Jiwoon slowly closed his eyes.
* * *
Even though they had only kissed, he felt a terrible sense of exhaustion. Jiwoon closed his eyes and lay sprawled on the bed, only breathing heavily with fatigue.
“Fucking tired…”
Yechan, who hugged such a Jiwoon, continued sweet kisses on his temple while saying.
“Hyung, you’re really good at kissing. You must be naturally talented.”
Jiwoon opened his eyes. At the sight of Jiwoon glaring at him with sharp eyes, Yechan smiled beautifully. Then he kissed him with another smack.
“I told you to play with me.”
Ha. Jiwoon let out a hollow laugh at Yechan’s words. Your lips are still red. The sweet voice and gentle touch of Yechan whispering in his ear felt good. Jiwoon’s heart beat languidly.
You too. Jiwoon muttered quietly. Feeling Yechan’s hot body temperature, he closed his eyes and asked.
“What time is it?”
“Seven o’clock.”
“I’m hungry.”
“Want to eat?”
“Let me sleep a little.”
Perhaps because he had recovered his daily routine after a long time, Jiwoon had been feeling sleepy continuously. After a long yawn, Jiwoon finally fell asleep as if fainting with those words as his last.
The closed, white, small face was dazzling. Yechan, who had been continuously stroking Jiwoon’s back, sat up. Perhaps because he was sleeping beside him making soft breathing sounds, drowsiness somehow poured over him.
Yechan, who got up from the bed while rubbing his eyes, let his gaze slide down. Jiwoon’s jet-black hair covering his forehead caught his eye. As if cold from the disappearance of the warm body temperature that had been clinging to him, Jiwoon frowned and turned to his side, hugging the blanket.
Whew. Yechan shook his head at his own eyes that only looked at Jiwoon’s lips and let out a long breath.
His eyelids grew heavier. He felt like he should wash up first.
“Hyung, you need to wash up before sleeping.”
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Yechan gently lifted Jiwoon up. At his body being suddenly lifted, Jiwoon slowly opened his eyes.
“…What are you doing?”
“I’ll wake you up.”
“Ah… It’s fine, so put me down.”
Jiwoon, covering his eyes with his arm, said while frowning.
He must be embarrassed. Yechan, who gently put Jiwoon down, firmly massaged Jiwoon’s neck and shoulders.
It feels good. Jiwoon said while slowly blinking his drowsy eyes. At his childlike face, Yechan’s lips curved up.
“Go wash up. Let’s sleep together. I won’t sleep until you come back.”
“Yes, oppa.”
Jiwoon, who stumbled toward the bathroom, quickly came out of the bathroom and collapsed back onto the bed. Yechan supported Jiwoon’s head with his arm and hugged him tightly.
Sleep immediately visited the two who had closed their eyes.
* * *
After sleeping for a long time, Jiwoon suddenly trembled and woke up. Somehow his body felt stuffy.
After suddenly lifting his head and facing Yechan’s face sleeping while hugging him, Jiwoon swallowed his saliva.
After holding his breath and closing his eyes again, Yechan soon tossed and turned before getting out of bed. Then, the fact that he had pretended to sleep as quietly as a dead mouse just to stay like that for a little longer suddenly seemed ridiculous to himself.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
