#081
“Hah, haha… Ah, Yechan. Good. Huh…”
Jiwoon laughed out loud. Nothing mattered. He would still pour out love for Yechan.
Yechan’s lips slowly curved as he watched such Jiwoon. Lee Jiwoon was mocking him flippantly.
“Am I still useful? I’m a decent toy, right? Thank you for comforting me, for staying by my side even though I’m trash. I’m sorry. I don’t want to lose hyung. I’m sorry for being such a pathetic idiot.”
“…I hate hyung. But you’re so pretty I want to chew you up and swallow you whole. I like you. So, so much.”
The words he wanted to say tangled up chaotically in his head. But Yechan couldn’t say even one of them.
Even as his nerves burned with frustration, it was the same. Yechan moved his legs and waist together from bottom to top, thrusting his cock like a beast.
At the overly raw movement, Jiwoon’s head went completely white. Jiwoon wished everyone outside could really see this sight. He wanted to reach climax with Yechan and die.
“Ah, fuck, ugh, huh!”
“Kuk, ugh!”
His brain seemed to be pickled in extreme pleasure. Jiwoon, who had been constantly moaning, finally ejaculated for a long time by the window.
Yechan’s cock twitched as he ejaculated together inside the trembling depths. Jiwoon, who had been watching the semen flow down the glass with his teeth clenched and head lowered, relaxed his legs.
“Fucking exhausting.” Yechan supported the panting Jiwoon’s waist and lifted him up again.
It was still not quite evening yet.
“Haah, hak, it’s past twelve. Yechan…”
“Huh… It’s not all washed away yet.”
“No, hah, no…”
“Yeah, that’s right, whew…”
In the end, the two who had skipped dinner and focused only on the act finally fell asleep only at dawn. When Jiwoon woke up in the morning, he confirmed his body was clean again, wondering when he had been washed.
His whole body was severely sore. Despite exercising consistently, his frown naturally formed at the stamina that seemed to be increasingly different.
Jiwoon, who had been cracking his joints that seemed to make creaking sounds, glared at sleeping Yechan’s face. “This bastard needs to be on the bottom once to come to his senses.”
He seriously wanted to kick him, but Yechan’s white back still had yellow bruise marks. Seeing that, his desire to hit him completely disappeared.
“Being virile is fucking good but… hah, I should increase my exercise.” Jiwoon sighed and hugged Yechan’s back.
* * *
When he fell asleep again and woke up, clattering sounds came from the kitchen.
He was so hungry. Jiwoon, who had stopped by the bathroom to tidy his appearance and sat at the dining table, rubbed his eyes.
“Cute.” Yechan, who had been setting down soup, briefly kissed his black hair.
On the table were steaming samgyetang, bibim naengmyeon, and freshly made kimchi.
“Did you order delivery?”
“I made it. You said to only eat what I give you.”
“Wow…”
“And… this is reflective glass so you can’t see from outside. Just in case.”
“I know.”
Jiwoon briefly responded to the fact he already knew and quickly picked up his spoon, feeling his face getting hot.
“Only eat what I give you?” Was that also a type of possessiveness?
The thought that briefly floated in his head disappeared like it was washed away by the taste of the samgyetang broth. Jiwoon slowly savored and completely devoured one whole chicken.
It was really delicious. Just that food alone made him genuinely want Yechan to marry him.
After that, Yechan began paying even more attention to cooking. He would ask Jiwoon in detail about things like saltiness, sweetness, and preferences for ingredients.
And the information gathered like that became precious data. All the food that came on the table was delicious and fit perfectly with Jiwoon’s taste.
There were fewer dishes than when the ajumma cooked, but that made it better and it definitely suited his taste more. Jiwoon felt like he was in Jeju Island while eating the gosari hangover soup Yechan made.
“You probably don’t need to apply medicine anymore.”
Jiwoon suddenly said while watching Yechan’s back as he changed clothes. Yechan’s handsome face in bright slacks and a white short-sleeved shirt looked particularly fresh today.
“Yes. I think it’s all healed. It doesn’t hurt.”
Jiwoon, who had applied wax to his hands, lightly touched Yechan’s hair. His eyes were serious.
Lately, Jiwoon would act infinitely light, but sometimes had serious eyes like a different person. Those eyes looked similar to when he studied but were slightly different. As they lived together, the frequency of Yechan seeing such eyes gradually increased.
And perhaps because of that, Yechan felt a sense of discomfort. Actually, it was the same when he was intimate with Jiwoon.
Unlike before when he would just accept whatever he did, lately Jiwoon seemed to get more excited when he couldn’t help but reveal his thirst.
“I need hyung. I want to have you. Please give me hyung.” Every time Yechan said such things, sometimes Jiwoon even looked happy.
“Handsome. Yechan.”
Jiwoon, who had finished styling Yechan’s hair, made a smacking sound as he kissed him and turned around.
Yechan, who had been staring at Jiwoon’s retreating figure leaving the dressing room, gently rubbed his naturally raised lips. Recent Jiwoon made his heart flutter constantly like this.
As a result, when he came to his senses, he had already been swept away. Dizzying excitement spread throughout his body. It was so sweet it was dizzying.
Even if the light that seeped in was mixed with wind, that was fine. The thirst that had been scratching inside was gradually being filled.
“It’ll be over next week.”
“It’s more manageable than I thought.”
“Right. They say finals are a bit harder though.”
The two, who had finished exams for two subjects, studied at the library for the first time in a while.
“Want to walk a bit?” At Yechan’s whispered words, Jiwoon nodded. The dark campus at night was much quieter than during the day.
Calm streetlight illuminated the night. Watching people pass by laughing, Jiwoon moved his body closer to Yechan.
“Where is this?”
Jiwoon, who had been quietly following Yechan down the path, asked him. Along the paved sidewalk blocks, shrubs and flowers formed layers, with lights here and there.
The lights faintly illuminating the view in the black night created a mysterious atmosphere. The path planted with tall trees repeatedly narrowed and widened, making them feel both enclosed and open simultaneously. The clear night air embraced the two.
“How is it?”
“Good. Was there a place like this?”
“It’s on the way to the art school. This is my first time coming at night, but it’s pretty.”
Yechan smiled looking at Jiwoon. Jiwoon blinked at Yechan’s appearance illuminated by the light rising from the ground.
“You’re prettier.” His lips naturally relaxed and the corners of his mouth rose. Somewhere in his chest tickled.
“Huh?”
Jiwoon suddenly ran forward and stood in front of a large tree. His white face illuminated by the lighting was smiling languidly. Jiwoon, who had stood on his heels to pluck a leaf, showed it to Yechan by waving it.
“I saw this before too. Do you know the name of this tree?”
“Tulip tree. The leaves are pretty.”
“Yes. It has an interesting shape.”
Jiwoon spun the leaf in his hand. The leaf, which was neither round nor hand-shaped, just had an elegant feeling. Jiwoon thought this leaf resembled Yechan.
“I like it.”
At those words, Yechan’s breath momentarily stopped. Jiwoon was quietly looking at the leaf.
“Ah, he likes this tree.” Surprised. Yechan, who slowly breathed in pretending to be nonchalant, rummaged through his bag and took out a textbook.
“Want to make a bookmark? Put it in here.”
Jiwoon, who glanced at Yechan silently, inserted the leaf between the open book pages. The wind slightly scattered Yechan’s bangs to the side as he closed the book.
Tall stature with broad shoulders, solid back and prettily protruding shoulder blades. Two men at the height of their youth walked down the beautiful path.
The night sky descended over them as they walked relying on the sparse lights. Every time the wind blew, leaves and grass swayed.
Below their gently brushing hands with each step, shadows stretched long.
* * *
“I said I’ll drive. You’ll damage the car.”
“I’ll do it just until exams are over.”
Jiwoon frowned. Since they started living together, the two had been commuting in Yechan’s car.
Seeing Yechan who listened to his offer to drive with one ear and eventually took the car keys and left, Jiwoon followed behind him trudging and asked.
“How much should I give for rent?”
“It’s not necessary.”
“You let me sleep, feed me, drive me around. Yechan. Are you trying to make me a thief?”
“What kind of thief is hyung? Ah, you are a thief though.”
“What?”
Yechan, who had swallowed the old-man-like words that momentarily came to mind, grinned.
“What are you saying? Anyway, I’ll send money so send me your account. If you don’t accept it, I’ll withdraw cash and give it to you.”
“Give me something other than money.”
“What kind?”
“I’ll tell you when I think of it later.”
“What is it? It probably won’t be gold… a watch?”
“Later.”
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll withdraw cash.”
“Okay.”
Yechan opened the passenger door. “I told you not to do this.” At the strange feeling like he had a chauffeur, Jiwoon’s frown deepened even more.
Yechan just laughed and closed the passenger door. Jiwoon, who had buckled his seatbelt and slouched his body, yawned quietly.
Looking at the loosely relaxed white face, Yechan started the engine and headed to the business school.
“I’ll go out for a bit and come back.”
“Okay.”
The lecture hall for the subject whose exam had ended had a relaxed atmosphere. Since there was still time before the lecture started, Jiwoon, who had been resting his head with his arms stretched on the desk, watched Yechan get up and closed his eyes.
And how much time had passed like that? A familiar scent suddenly wafted to his nose.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
