#070
“Yechan.”
I hope you’ll be happy. Jiwoon smiled goofily while swallowing the rest of his words.
The alcohol, food, and Yechan sitting next to him were all so good. The wine significantly reduced the area of rationality in Jiwoon’s mind. The situation and place were just endlessly comfortable.
Only one thing – Yechan sitting next to him was the reason Jiwoon was barely holding onto his rationality. As always.
“Are you okay? Hyung seems weak to wine.”
Yechan, who had emptied his glass, examined Jiwoon’s face. His drowsily relaxed head swayed gently.
He’s drunk. At Yechan who was smiling while looking at him, Jiwoon lifted the wine bottle. Wine poured into Yechan’s glass with a splash.
“Drink.”
“What?”
At Jiwoon’s unexpected action, Yechan’s eyes widened.
“I’m the only one drunk. We should get drunk together. Yechan.”
“Are you feeding me, hyung?”
“Yes, oppa.”
Yechan, who had been staring at Jiwoon’s face that kept smiling, lifted his glass and brought it to his mouth. And just before the alcohol entered his mouth, Yechan separated his lips from the glass and asked.
“If I drink this… what will you do for me?”
“If I tell you to drink, you should drink. What should I do for you?”
“Hyung can be quite authoritative sometimes.”
“Not sometimes, but openly so.”
At Jiwoon’s words, Yechan pouted.
But that wasn’t wrong – it was actually true. Jiwoon already knew his own temperament well.
“We’re peers now. I’m not your junior.”
“Yechan’s being cheeky.”
“Don’t you know the business school has a grade system?”
“I know. So what?”
It was when Yechan was about to put down his glass at Jiwoon’s response that left no room for even a needle to enter.
Jiwoon placed his legs on top of Yechan, who was sitting next to him. One by one, his legs came up and rested neatly on one of Yechan’s thighs.
Soon, Jiwoon, who had intertwined his arms as if hanging onto Yechan’s firm forearm, smiled with his eyes crinkled.
“Won’t you drink? I want to use my talent show wish.”
Jiwoon, who had gently rested his chin on Yechan’s shoulder, spoke softly. At the uncharacteristic aegyo, Yechan’s heart tightened.
He was happy. Really happy. Yechan, who met Jiwoon’s smiling eyes, downed the wine in his glass in one shot.
“Hyung.”
Yechan, who had put down his glass, called Jiwoon in a low voice.
“No. I’m going to drink all of that.”
Seeing Yechan’s wavering eyes, Jiwoon grinned and removed his arms and legs. Yechan could only watch Jiwoon refill his glass.
“…I did.”
“Yeah.”
“Hyung, are you sleepy?”
“Yeah, no…”
Before he knew it, Jiwoon was again intertwined with Yechan’s arms and legs, answering with his eyes closed. Yechan, who similarly felt his eyelids drooping from the alcohol, picked up the empty wine bottle and shook it slightly.
“Open your eyes. We finished it all.”
At Yechan’s words, Jiwoon had barely opened his eyes, then soon closed them again.
Yechan, who had put the empty wine bottle on the table, leaned back on the sofa. With each breath, he could smell the strong alcohol scent.
Jiwoon, who had been leaning on his shoulder, dropped his head with a thud. It was as if he was clinging to Yechan.
Just that alone made his chest feel tight. Yechan closed his eyes for a moment and thought it would be good to die just like this.
Yechan slowly raised his hand. Then, when he swept Jiwoon’s hair back, his neat forehead was revealed.
*Kiss.*
Yechan lightly kissed that forehead. Jiwoon’s eyelids moved. Yechan also kissed his slightly opened left eye and right eye in turn.
Jiwoon opened his eyes a bit more properly.
“Yechan.”
Was it because he was drunk? Jiwoon’s voice sounded like a song.
Yechan continued kissing both of Jiwoon’s cheeks. *Kiss, kiss* – at Yechan’s lips that lightly touched and separated, Jiwoon slowly exhaled excited breath.
Fucking good. Somewhere deep in his heart, excitement rippled. From Yechan came a faint alcohol scent along with his distinctive fragrance.
Jiwoon groped to grab Yechan’s wrist.
“Did you put on perfume?”
“Mm… earlier.”
Yechan said while slightly tilting his head. Soon their eyes met, and their gazes became entangled.
Jiwoon lifted Yechan’s wrist and brought it to his nose.
Then he slowly and deeply inhaled Yechan’s scent from his wrist. Jiwoon’s eyes gently closed. The sound of breathing wrapped clearly around his ears.
In that brief moment, Jiwoon filled himself completely with Yechan, who made him live. The breath that started from his nose, continued to his airway, then to his lungs, eventually spread throughout his entire body.
At the sight that seemed almost reverent, Yechan momentarily forgot how to breathe. His heart began beating crazily again.
Jiwoon, who inhaled once more, slowly lifted his eyelids and relaxed the strength in his hands. Yechan’s hand dropped down with a thud.
The gazes of Yechan, who was looking at Jiwoon as if entranced, and Jiwoon, who had raised his eyes, became entangled again in mid-air.
I hope Seo Yechan will be happy. Jiwoon, who had been thinking blankly, slowly spread both arms.
Yechan felt like he was going to cry. His body, which he had thought was hot from being drunk, now felt so cold.
Yechan immediately spread his arms and hugged Jiwoon’s waist tightly. Only then did his body, warmed by Jiwoon’s warmth, become peaceful.
Jiwoon, who embraced Yechan’s shoulders as he pressed his body against him as if being held, closed his eyes.
“Yechan.”
“Hyung.”
Both swallowed the words that followed, pressing them down. Soon, without anyone going first, their lips touched.
It was a slow and soft kiss. Each other’s heartbeats echoed in their ears.
* * *
Yechan was watching Jiwoon, who was leaning against the sofa and typing on the laptop keyboard placed on a cushion. It was after the date had changed.
After waking up and finishing his hangover cure with the soup Yechan had made, Jiwoon was writing a book review. Jiwoon’s sparkling eyes moved back and forth between the book and laptop.
Soon, Yechan turned his eyes and stared at the laptop on his knees. The screen was completely white. Only the cursor kept blinking.
Yechan, who had been watching Jiwoon’s typing that went on for several pages, got up from his seat. Opening the refrigerator, Yechan took out ice cream and grabbed two spoons.
When Yechan returned to his seat and scooped a large spoonful of ice cream to hold in front of his mouth, Jiwoon opened his mouth. Jiwoon rubbed the ice cream that entered his mouth with his tongue.
“Sweet.”
“How much is left?”
“One page.”
Saying that, Jiwoon leaned over to check Yechan’s laptop. He paused for a moment, then raised his gaze to stare at Yechan’s eyes.
“What have you been doing?”
“Watching.”
Yechan answered Jiwoon while flipping through the book he was holding. Jiwoon pressed keys on Yechan’s laptop keyboard, displaying meaningless consonants on the screen.
“Focus.”
How can I focus when hyung is next to me? Yechan, who had been mumbling, swallowed his words.
Then he opened the book, chose an appropriate section, and started typing. In front, the consonants Jiwoon had entered remained as they were.
Yechan’s book review continued for quite a while. Jiwoon, who had finished his assignment early, ate ice cream while watching Yechan’s highly concentrated face.
This is what watching is. Yechan’s white face, focused on the laptop screen, reminded him of when they used to study together.
What would make Yechan happy now? What would make him happy? He’d probably be happy if he got top grades in his department.
Jiwoon pondered for a long time about ways to clean the doll. Then, for now, he decided to just pour out love.
Jiwoon scooped a large spoonful of ice cream in Yechan’s favorite flavor and bit the ice cream. Then he placed his hand on Yechan’s shoulder.
“Is there anything you need…”
At the hand tapping his shoulder, Yechan took his eyes off the laptop screen and turned his head toward Jiwoon. Jiwoon immediately pressed his lips to Yechan’s mouth.
Jiwoon, who had parted Yechan’s lips with his tongue and entered, pushed the ice cream that was in his mouth into Yechan’s mouth. Soon, withdrawing his tongue and making a smacking sound, Jiwoon separated from Yechan’s lips and grinned.
“You need to get top grades in your department. Oppa.”
Yechan blinked. The ice cream in his mouth melted and went down his throat. His heart pounded.
“…Will you do it together with me?”
“Are you speaking informally, oppa?”
At Yechan’s question, Jiwoon’s smile deepened as he poked at the ice cream. Yechan couldn’t hold back and pressed his lips to Jiwoon’s cheek.
To get top grades in the department, you need to finish all your assignments and then mess around. Thinking that, Jiwoon lightly pushed Yechan’s shoulder away.
“Hurry up and finish writing. You’re taking too long.”
“Hyung is the one who’s fast.”
Jiwoon, who had been giggling, stood up from his seat holding the ice cream container. Yechan, who had been watching Jiwoon’s lips as he ate the ice cream, lowered his gaze to his laptop.
If you ask me to do it, I have to do it. Yechan typed on the keyboard at high speed.
Jiwoon, who had cleaned up the ice cream container and returned, quietly held his breath while watching Yechan concentrate and wished for his happiness.
* * *
Just when yellow and white flower buds seemed to be forming here and there, flowers that bloomed more brilliantly day by day filled the campus.
It was already April. Banners announcing cherry blossom festivals were hung everywhere with the name “park” attached.
After finishing lectures, Jiwoon, who was doing assignments with Yechan at a cafe, sucked on his straw and checked his phone.
“I’ll come this week.”
“I could go too.”
Jiwoon and Yechan were taking turns driving and picking each other up. Jiwoon continued speaking while looking at Yechan, who didn’t take his eyes off his laptop.
“My parents came back.”
Yechan’s head shot up, his eyes widened, and he soon smiled brightly. Thinking that was much prettier than any flower, Jiwoon stared at Yechan with languid eyes.
“That’s nice. Don’t you need to go home early?”
Yechan checked his wristwatch. Somehow he seemed more excited than Jiwoon.
Jiwoon took another sip of coffee and said.
“Yeah. I should get up in a little while.”
“Okay.”
Jiwoon, who had gathered his notes and pen, absently looked out the window. Among the various flowers, university students in lighter clothing were busily moving around.
Staring at that vibrant scene, Jiwoon thought of his parents who would be busy even after returning to the country.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
