#082
Jiwoon opened his eyes with a flash. Coffee was placed in front of him.
“Did you go to buy coffee?”
“Killing two birds with one stone.”
Jiwoon, who had languidly sat up, took a sip of coffee. Soon the professor came in and the lecture began.
It was when Jiwoon yawned softly during the boring lecture. Yechan’s white hand suddenly thrust a red ginseng stick forward.
Yechan had always been one to hand out candy frequently, but perhaps because it was exam period, the frequency of him bringing snacks had noticeably increased.
Well, he’s an expert at feeding. With meals too, um… Whether he was tired or not, at the thought that wandered to inappropriate places, Jiwoon gave a small cough.
During the break, Jiwoon, who had stopped by the smoking area and bathroom, sat down. Yechan placed something on top of Jiwoon’s book.
“I laminated it.”
A tulip tree bookmark was placed neatly on the page. Jiwoon blinked for a moment then opened his mouth.
“Yechan-ah.”
“Yes.”
“Why are you doing such cute things lately?”
Jiwoon, who smiled brightly showing his teeth, ruffled Yechan’s hair and put his arm around his shoulder.
Because I want to be loved. Swallowing his true feelings, Yechan smiled silently and lightly leaned his head against Jiwoon’s chest.
Between the sweet and bitter scents, there was a faint menthol fragrance. Yechan closed his eyes and breathed in a little deeper.
Jiwoon pushed the laminated tulip tree leaf deep into his major textbook.
The two who ate at the cafeteria and headed to the library sat side by side in the reading room and studied together. They were coming out after finishing studying somewhat leisurely for the exam that now had only two subjects left.
“Hyung, use this.”
Yechan handed over a printout. Jiwoon, who was leaving the library lobby, casually skimmed through the paper without much thought.
And he stopped dead in his tracks after taking only a few steps.
“Where did you get this?”
Yechan just smiled with raised lips. The printout in Jiwoon’s hand was an exam cheat sheet for Professor Jin’s test scheduled for next week.
Professor Jin’s notoriously difficult exam was infamous for its bad reputation. It was famous as an exam that didn’t need cheat sheets because every semester the questions jumped to unexpected areas.
Thanks to that, Jiwoon, who had checked the cheat sheet circulating in the messenger group chat early on, had also squinted his eyes and immediately deleted the file.
However, the printout Yechan gave was something even Jiwoon was seeing for the first time. The paper was densely filled with this year’s predicted questions and answers.
“Yechan-ah. You’ll die if you get caught cheating.”
“I didn’t do anything dishonest. A senior gave it to me and I supplemented the content.”
“What?”
“I had a meeting with Professor Jin. When I said I was interested in graduate school, he was very kind to me.”
“Are you going to graduate school?”
“I’m thinking about alternative military service, so probably.”
“There are no openings in humanities.”
“There will be one when I go.”
Yechan said with a slight smile. Jiwoon, who understood what Yechan meant, nodded.
Well, it wouldn’t be impossible with one or two connections. However, for Jiwoon, who had thought Yechan would have swum and that the Marine Corps would suit him well, it was a bit disappointing.
“Hyung, why are your lips sticking out?”
“They’re not.”
Jiwoon, who had unknowingly been pouting, hurriedly composed his expression.
Still, he had thought Yechan would go next year, but since he was going to the military through alternative service, it seemed good that they wouldn’t need to be separated for a long time. Actually, alternative service was military service in name but was closer to being an office worker or student.
Jiwoon asked once more with slightly narrowed eyes.
“So, you’re saying you made this?”
“Yes. The cheat sheet was something I got from the class president hyung at the beginning of the semester, and during the meeting he talked about topics he’s been interested in lately, so I had some related conversation.”
“When?”
Jiwoon asked curiously. It was Yechan who had been stuck to him almost every moment without separation. Did he teleport or something?
Yechan grinned at such Jiwoon and answered.
“Wednesday.”
Jiwoon recalled how Yechan, who had finished his major exam before him and left, had disappeared for a while and then appeared with coffee.
So that trip earlier was also for this. Jiwoon let out a small exclamation as if he understood.
“Thinking about it, it seemed to overlap quite a bit with this term’s curriculum, so I organized it. It looks promising, but I’m not sure if it’ll be helpful or not. Still, if you read it, it’ll be useful someday.”
Jiwoon nodded and skimmed through the printout Yechan gave him once more before putting it in his bag. The two walked toward the car.
“I’ll use it well. I should buy you a meal when exams are over. Let’s go eat something delicious. Yechan’s food is the most delicious, but still, take a day off.”
“Yes.”
Yechan’s food. At the cute term and affectionate praise, Yechan’s face brightened cheerfully.
Jiwoon, who had been smiling along with that face, suddenly recalled the face of the professor with his picky impression and stiff way of speaking. For him, it was someone he didn’t even want to associate with, yet Yechan drinking tea and conversing with such a person was newly surprising.
Well, of course he’d be loved. Being this pretty. Jiwoon raised his hand and patted Yechan’s back of the head a couple times. Yechan looked at Jiwoon and curved his handsome eyes to the fullest.
Yechan was falling drop by drop onto Jiwoon. And his water drops that wet Jiwoon were all things that Jiwoon had taught him.
He didn’t know any other methods. It was natural. Lee Jiwoon was his many firsts and only love.
Whether it was Professor Jin or anyone else, Yechan had originally planned to go to graduate school to research interesting topics. However, a comment Jiwoon made while studying a while ago moved Yechan into action.
Ah, I want to peek into Professor Jin’s head once. At that moment, Yechan recalled the five notebooks Jiwoon had left behind when he departed during high school.
And after checking the cheat sheet in his possession once more thoroughly, Yechan immediately applied for a meeting with Professor Jin. When he expressed interest in graduate school and brought up research topics, Professor Jin continued the conversation with an interested expression.
Then the subsequent events flowed naturally like water. It was natural. There was no scholar who would dislike a handsome, polite, humble, smart, and kind student.
Yechan moved like a tongue in a mouth, extracting Professor Jin’s preferred philosophies and scholars of interest both domestic and foreign, recent issues and books he was watching carefully. What followed was swift.
He dug through related literature in the library to extract content related to the exam scope, then supplemented the materials whenever he had time. The cheat sheet he gave Jiwoon was created that way.
Of course, Professor Jin valued writing ability as much as the content of answers, but that wasn’t a concern. Someone like Jiwoon would have no problem with that.
Yechan savored the satisfying excitement rising as he felt Jiwoon’s gentle touch on the back of his head.
Thus, the following week, Yechan’s efforts bore fruit. Seeing the exam paper in front of him, Jiwoon had to rub down his arms that had gotten goosebumps first.
The cheat sheet Yechan made was almost perfectly accurate. And Professor Jin’s exam was the last test of midterms.
After submitting the answer sheet he had written while absorbed, Jiwoon had to struggle to keep his mouth tightly shut to prevent laughter from bursting out. He gripped his lower face tightly and left the lecture hall.
And the moment he left the lecture hall like that, a small exclamation flowed from Jiwoon’s mouth as he stopped in the corridor. It was because Yechan, who was waiting for him while leaning against the wall and looking at his phone, caught his eye.
Long legs in jeans under a white t-shirt had only one stretched out long in front. Jiwoon bit his tongue while looking at the white forearms and firm hands.
The gazes of female students who came out after finishing their exams behind Jiwoon stuck to Yechan. Only then did Jiwoon move and grab Yechan’s wrist and pull him. He was going crazy wanting to run into the house right away and hold Yechan.
“I almost fell backward looking at the exam paper.”
In Yechan’s car heading home, Jiwoon said while chewing candy. Yechan smiled brightly.
“Did it help a bit?”
“It’s not just help. Have you thought about what you want to eat? Tell me. I’ll buy you anything.”
“That’s a relief. I like anything hyung wants to eat.”
“Yechan is cool. Getting the exam questions right and yielding on what to eat too.”
“Am I cool?”
“Very.”
“Tell me more.”
“Later.”
Yechan, who was grinning bashfully as if happy about the praise, was cute.
If I keep looking at him like that, I might do something here. Jiwoon, who barely suppressed his surging desire, turned his head toward the window.
* * *
“Yechan-ah. You’re cool. Cool, you’re fucking cool.”
As soon as he took off his shoes, Jiwoon threw down his bag, hugged Yechan’s neck, and spoke while rubbing their lips together.
Cute. At such Jiwoon’s behavior, electricity ran through Yechan’s entire body that had heated up intensely. His lips also rose as if reaching his ears.
Jiwoon pushed Yechan, who was hugging his waist, toward the sofa. There was absolutely no leisure to go to the bedroom.
Blood from his pounding heart flowed down through his belly and filled his lower half stiffly. Jiwoon, who had put his arms around Yechan’s neck, collapsed onto the sofa first. Yechan, who fell on top of him as if pouncing, said:
“Hyung, wait a moment.”
“No, I can’t. I can’t wait.”
Jiwoon, who hugged even tighter Yechan who was trying to get up and take off his backpack, tilted his head and kissed deeply. Jiwoon’s eyes were completely folded as he sweetly stirred his tongue while wrapping his legs around Yechan’s waist.
Good. So good. At the smile and proactive attitude he had never seen before, Yechan’s insides filled tightly with joy.
Paha, haa. Jiwoon, who finally separated their lips after a long while, smiled like sunshine and said:
“Fuck, Yechan-ah. You’re so cool it’s turning me on. What should I do, huh?”
At that moment, Yechan trembled at the emotions rushing in like a tide. It was joy from receiving Jiwoon’s recognition.
He had been helpful to Jiwoon, and Jiwoon was acknowledging his usefulness. While overlapping lips with Jiwoon who was clinging to him as if throwing his whole body, Yechan thought. I’ll do more for you. I’ll do better for you.
Yechan bent down and threw off his backpack.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
