#064
“I’m Kwon Jiyeon. Fourth year.”
“Lee Jiwoon.”
“I know. Do you have a girlfriend?”
The woman’s eyes crinkled prettily as she smiled and spoke to Jiwoon. Seeing this, Yechan turned his gaze to Jiwoon.
Jiwoon was looking at the woman with an expressionless face. Yechan thought he wanted to turn Jiwoon’s head toward himself.
“No.”
“Give me your number.”
At the woman’s straightforward words, Jiwoon puffed out one cheek. Yechan slightly bit his tongue.
Jiwoon, who seemed to think for a moment, deflated his cheek and said.
“I only use messenger.”
Yechan, who had expected him to politely deflect again, furrowed his brow at Jiwoon’s answer. He tasted blood in his mouth.
“Really? Then give me your messenger ID.”
The woman held out her phone. After confirming the ID that Jiwoon entered, the woman smiled and left.
“I’ll contact you.” “Yes.” At the two’s continued conversation, Yechan felt his drunkenness completely fade away.
“She’s pretty.”
Yechan’s face hardened. Jiwoon picked up the soju bottle and filled his glass. Yechan, who silently clinked glasses, downed the alcohol in one gulp.
“Are you close?”
“With Jiyeon noona?”
Noona. Jiwoon nodded while taking in the friendly term of address Yechan used for Kwon Jiyeon. Yechan answered while studying Jiwoon’s eyes.
“All we did was eat together once.”
Jiyeon, whom he met at this new student retreat, had contacted Yechan before enrollment saying she’d buy him a meal. Recalling eating meat with several other first-years at the school’s main gate, Yechan filled Jiwoon’s glass with alcohol.
Taking over Yechan’s soju bottle, Jiwoon said.
“Aha.”
“Why?”
“Just because.”
“…Are you interested?”
Jiwoon clinked glasses without answering. Yechan’s eyes deepened silently as he barely moistened his dry lips with alcohol.
Putting down his glass, Jiwoon took out his phone. A messenger window was open on the screen.
Jiwoon typed a message. Yechan slowly inhaled, trying to calm his unpleasantly racing heart.
The drinking session continued until dawn. The empty seats of those who had left on the last subway were filled by people with slurred pronunciation throwing tantrums.
At some point, Jiwoon began laughing while leaning back against his chair, listening to the meaningless chatter of people sitting across from him. Every time people came and went, glasses were filled and emptied again.
Seeing Jiwoon’s body gradually becoming more relaxed, Yechan checked his wristwatch.
“Hyung, shall we go soon?”
Yechan said while rubbing his flushed cheek from the alcohol. Jiwoon, who had been looking at his phone, stood up while placing his hand on Yechan’s shoulder.
“Just a moment.”
“Where are you going?”
Instead of answering, Jiwoon patted Yechan’s shoulder and walked somewhere. Watching Jiwoon’s retreating figure with both hands in his pants pockets, Yechan got up from his seat.
However, suddenly a group rushed past in front of Yechan. With his view blocked, Yechan lost sight of Jiwoon and soon headed to the bathroom.
“Seo Yechan!”
The president, whom he encountered in front of the bathroom, said something. Yechan responded half-heartedly and opened the bathroom door. Jiwoon wasn’t there.
Frowning at not seeing Jiwoon, Yechan looked around the pub once and went outside. He saw a familiar figure in the smoking area of the alley next to the pub.
And next to Jiwoon… Kwon Jiyeon was smoking. Yechan stopped for a moment.
Jiyeon whispered something in Jiwoon’s ear. Jiwoon smiled while stubbing out his cigarette.
Yechan unconsciously bit his tongue. His drunk body moved without thinking.
“Hyung.”
Yechan, who had walked over with big strides, grabbed Jiwoon’s shoulder and spun him around. Jiwoon, whose eyes met his, was still smiling.
“Let’s go home. I’m drunk.”
“Aren’t you going to karaoke? The kids said they were moving.”
Jiyeon asked, but ignoring her words, Yechan just pulled Jiwoon’s arm.
“Let’s go.”
Jiwoon obediently followed Yechan. Coming out of the alley, Yechan took Jiwoon back into the pub, grabbed their coats from their seats, and came out.
Being dragged along by Yechan’s hand, Jiwoon asked.
“Are you very drunk?”
“Yes. I feel like I’m going to throw up.”
He really felt like he was going to throw up. The image of Jiwoon and Jiyeon kept circling in his head. Recalling Jiwoon’s smiling face, Yechan gripped Jiwoon’s wrist tighter and said.
“Please take me home.”
“Is it that bad?”
“Yes.”
Yechan headed to his own place with Jiwoon. Arriving in front of the building, Jiwoon removed Yechan’s hand from his wrist.
“Go in. If you feel like throwing up, don’t hold it in, just throw up and sleep.”
Yechan grabbed Jiwoon’s wrist again.
“Please pat my back.”
Jiwoon frowned with worry. He must be dying. Entering Yechan’s house, Jiwoon took off his shoes.
When the lights came on, Yechan’s face looked fine. Looking at the snow-white face where even the slight redness had disappeared, Jiwoon soon headed to the bathroom.
Opening the bathroom door, Jiwoon looked at Yechan standing far away and said.
“Come quickly. Hurry up so I can go too.”
“…I’m fine now.”
“What?”
“I’m fine now. Hyung, go wash up.”
“What am I washing for when I’m leaving?”
At Yechan’s words, Jiwoon closed the bathroom door and turned around. Yechan walked over with big strides, took off Jiwoon’s coat, and pushed him into the bathroom.
“Wash up, sleep, and then go.”
“I said I’m leaving?”
“You can’t catch a taxi right now. Hyung, you’re drunk. Sleep and I’ll take you home tomorrow.”
Yechan, holding Jiwoon’s coat in one hand, closed the bathroom door. Jiwoon looked at the closed bathroom door and thought for a moment.
Now that he was inside, his body relaxed in the warm air. The quiet bathroom smelled like Yechan.
Eventually, taking off his t-shirt, Jiwoon decided he would sleep in the living room.
Only after hearing the sound of water from the bathroom did Yechan move. After placing Jiwoon’s coat on the sofa and setting out clothes for him to change into, Yechan went into the bathroom attached to his room and hurriedly washed himself.
After quickly washing and coming out, Yechan drank some bottled water. Unlike his refreshed body, his head was still soaked in alcohol.
The image of Jiwoon and Jiyeon he had seen earlier kept coming to mind. Yechan, who had been biting his lips, saw Jiwoon coming out of the bathroom and poured water into a cup.
“Drink this.”
“Yeah.”
Jiwoon’s face was red as he received the cup while drying his hair with a towel. Watching Jiwoon’s throat as he drank the water, Yechan slumped onto the sofa.
“Is your stomach okay?”
Jiwoon, who had put the empty cup on the coffee table, sat next to Yechan.
“It’s not good.”
Yechan lifted the towel covering Jiwoon’s head and shook out the moisture.
“You might throw up while sleeping. You did drink a lot. I’m dizzy.”
Jiwoon, who had been blinking blankly, closed his drowsy eyes. Having shaken out all the moisture, Yechan looked at Jiwoon, who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, and spoke.
“Hyung, do you like Jiyeon noona?”
Yechan let out the anxiety that had been weighing on his heart. Jiwoon opened his eyes.
“I don’t know. Why?”
It was an ambiguous answer. Yechan’s face crumpled. His heart pounded with anxiety.
“Are you going to date that noona?”
“Do you like her?”
At Yechan’s persistent questioning, Jiwoon asked back. Kwon Jiyeon had romantic interest in Yechan. Reading this from her gaze, Jiwoon had confirmed the fact through their message exchange.
When she said she wanted things to work out well with Yechan and asked for help, he asked what she liked about him, and he remembered the woman whispering that his body was good. Even then, he had found himself agreeing intensely, which was funny.
Anyway, while Jiwoon thought it would be nice if Yechan was happy with a lover, he hoped that partner wouldn’t be Kwon Jiyeon. Because the woman’s interest was solely in Yechan’s body.
“No.”
“Then why are you curious about that?”
Yechan closed his mouth. Jiwoon continued speaking with a slight frown.
Was it mutual? Yechan didn’t seem interested in Kwon Jiyeon, but you never know. Wasn’t the way he addressed her quite friendly too?
At Yechan, who kept throwing questions like he was jealous, Jiwoon’s mood sank completely. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t send Yechan to such a perverted woman.
“You don’t like her, so what does it matter what I do with her?”
As Jiwoon’s tone became harsh, Yechan chewed his lips. The anxiety that had invaded his head gradually turned into anger. The remaining alcohol fueled the anger.
“What do you want to do with that woman?”
Yechan’s head filled with lewd imagination. Lee Jiwoon and another woman… It was terrible. He really felt like he was going to throw up.
“What?”
“I’m asking what you want to do with Kwon Jiyeon.”
At the sudden informal speech, Jiwoon’s expression became menacing.
Why is his reaction like this? Does this guy really like Kwon Jiyeon? Jiwoon’s brow furrowed more and more. Naturally, his gaze became sharper too.
And at that reaction, two silhouettes became deeply entangled in Yechan’s mind. At Jiwoon’s glaring eyes, Yechan’s anger blazed fiercely.
“What the fuck are you babbling…”
Jiwoon’s words, spoken in a lowered voice while suppressing his anger, were swallowed by Yechan’s mouth.
Yechan, who had kissed him, immediately bit Jiwoon’s lips. Gripping the back of Jiwoon’s head while moving his tongue roughly beyond measure, the taste of blood could be felt in his mouth.
Flustered, Jiwoon hit Yechan’s body hard and pushed him away.
“Fuck, what are you doing…”
But being pushed away was only momentary – Yechan grabbed Jiwoon’s collar and crashed their lips together once more. At the same time, at the hand that dug inside his t-shirt, Jiwoon tensed his neck and pushed Yechan’s shoulder hard.
Crazy bastard. At Yechan, who stood firm and wouldn’t be pushed away, Jiwoon threw a punch at his head. With a thud, Yechan’s lips separated.
Heat flared up. Jiwoon climbed on top of Yechan and started punching. Thud, thud. Blood burst from Yechan’s lips.
Yechan, whose head had whipped around from being hit, turned back to still glare at Jiwoon. What did you do so well to look at me like that? Jiwoon felt like he was going crazy at those eyes.
Anger shot up to the top of his head. Jiwoon’s fist rose once more.
Yechan gripped Jiwoon’s wrist tightly and asked.
“Do you want to sleep with Kwon Jiyeon?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
