#090
“Why are you coming so late, oppa!”
“Hey! He’s the number one contributor to today’s performance! Where’s the glass?”
The after-party that started at a nearby beer house was already in full swing with several tables pushed together.
Jiwoon, who sat down with Yechan, downed the draft beer in the ice-cold glass as if he was going to drink it in one shot. Only then did he feel like all the heat remaining in his body had cooled down.
“You really worked hard. Our class’s last performance, I was really happy.”
The president poured out embarrassingly sentimental feelings that were awkward to hear sober. Though it was somewhat embarrassing, Kwon Jiyul really spoke well. Just as Jiwoon was also getting emotional, the president who finished his speech added:
“Now, thank you so much to Jiwoon who worked hard to make today possible, and roommate Yechan too.”
Starting with Kwon Jiyul, the club members clapped saying thank you. At the applause that filled the bar, Jiwoon and Yechan also raised their lips and smiled.
Soon glasses went around, and the gathering continued warmly with talk about the performance.
“Hyung, you really worked so hard. It would be great if you kept doing the club with us…”
Jung Hyeonwoo, who sat about two seats away, said to Jiwoon. Jiwoon answered calmly.
“It’s over.”
“Ah, hyung! You’re really too decisive every time. Then at least give me your phone number!”
“We’re not close, so no.”
“I got rejected again… Then hyung, couldn’t you at least let me use informal speech?”
Jiwoon didn’t even pretend to hear Hyeonwoo’s whining and clinked glasses with Yechan.
“Hey, Hyeonwoo gets rejected too much. Don’t you feel sorry for him?”
“It’s so funny that he keeps doing that even though he gets rejected every time.”
The club members sitting around them giggled while comforting Hyeonwoo. Every time Hyeonwoo drank a glass, he almost sang asking to be allowed to use informal speech.
Fucking noisy. Since there wouldn’t be any reason to run into him anyway, Jiwoon thought it didn’t matter whether he used informal speech or not, so he soon nodded casually to Hyeonwoo and emptied his beer glass.
“Huh? Did you just say yes? Awesome! Hyung!”
“Do whatever you want, and order another glass of this. No, two glasses.”
Jiwoon, who glanced at Yechan’s empty glass, ordered from Hyeonwoo.
“Okay! I’ll order, hyung!”
Hyeonwoo, who immediately started using informal speech, smiled brightly and pressed the bell. Yechan placed several shelled pistachios in Jiwoon’s hand.
Jiwoon ate a few himself and pushed the rest into Yechan’s mouth. Yechan’s face was the same as usual.
When he stared at him intently, Yechan opened his eyes wide and tilted his head as if asking why. Jiwoon turned his head away and leaned back against the backrest.
I thought he didn’t like Jung Hyeonwoo so I was worried, but I guess not. Jiwoon shrugged alone and received the new draft beer the server brought.
“Why don’t either of you have girlfriends?”
“No, don’t you both look like you’d have them more than anyone?”
As the after-party continued, the drunkards’ conversation topic naturally flowed to romance. The surroundings stirred when Jiwoon and Yechan shook their heads at the question about having girlfriends.
Of course, whether they did or not, Jiwoon quietly sipped his beer. Yechan propped his chin and smiled appropriately while avoiding long conversations.
“Are you two dating by any chance?”
Jung Hyeonwoo asked while chewing peanuts. That bastard. Jiwoon’s brow furrowed sharply.
Yechan, who had been propping his chin, just stared intently at Jung Hyeonwoo without any expression change. Seeing their expressions, Hyeonwoo hurriedly backtracked.
“Joke, joke! Jiwoon hyung, sorry! Don’t look at me like that, it’s really scary. Then how about a blind date with my friend? She’s pretty.”
Hyeonwoo smiled awkwardly and thrust his phone toward Jiwoon. Jiwoon answered without even looking.
“You do it.”
“Hey! Jung Hyeonwoo! Who is it? I want to do it, me!”
Someone snatched Hyeonwoo’s phone away. Jiwoon finished drinking all his remaining beer.
“Let’s go now.”
Clank. Jiwoon, who put down his beer glass, whispered to Yechan. Then Yechan nodded and got up from his seat.
Jiwoon, who stood up together, bowed his head and said:
“We’ll be going now. Thank you for your hard work. It was fun.”
“Huh? You’re leaving already? Why so early!”
“We have to go to a department event tomorrow.”
At Jiwoon’s words, Jiyul’s lips drooped. Yechan grabbed Jiwoon’s shoulder and made a path as they escaped from the table.
“No! We won’t let you go!”
“What do we do about losing the golden spoon roommate, what will we eat during our practice now? Don’t go!”
“We won’t let you go! Hyung, step on me and go!”
Several particularly loud men and women suddenly stood up and blocked Jiwoon’s path. Seeing Hyeonwoo who was really about to lie down on the floor, Jiwoon raised his leg in a taekwondo stance.
“I’ll step on you.”
“Eek!”
Hyeonwoo showed an exaggerated surprised reaction then sat back down. Jiwoon and Yechan left the beer house, leaving behind the continuous stream of thank you greetings from around them.
After calling a designated driver and arriving home, the two each headed to the bathroom. Jiwoon recalled the past week’s practice and today’s stage while showering.
It was tough, but it was still quite a fun experience. Jiwoon, who thought it was better to have done it than not, suddenly stopped moving.
Yechan’s figure, who had stayed by his side throughout, flickered before his eyes. Jiwoon hesitated for a moment then continued showering a bit longer.
After washing up, Jiwoon saw Yechan lying on the bed with only the mood lighting on, apparently already ready for bed, and put down the towel he was using to dry his hair. It was he himself who had said not to touch him until the festival was over, but today he felt somewhat regretful.
Jiwoon, who trudged toward the bed, collapsed on top of Yechan who was lying with his eyes closed under the covers.
“Mmm…”
“Am I heavy?”
“No.”
Yechan, who answered with a chuckle, hugged Jiwoon’s waist. You’re cold. Water droplets that fell from Jiwoon’s hair got on Yechan’s face.
Jiwoon shook his head left and right as if drying his hair on Yechan’s face. Euhak! Yechan, who had been giggling, made a strange sound and buried his head in Jiwoon’s shoulder.
“Your thoughts on the performance. Tell me.”
“I watched the video while hyung was washing. I filmed it, want to see?”
“No. Not that, your thoughts.”
Watching videos of himself seemed somehow reluctant. Jiwoon, who refused immediately, bonked his forehead against Yechan’s.
“It was cool.”
“That’s it?”
“Hmm… Hyung sometimes looks like a different person.”
“When dancing?”
“Yes. Like someone I don’t know… but that’s also cool. Today you looked like different people with each song too.”
“What did you like best? Out of the three.”
At Jiwoon’s words, Yechan blinked for a moment. All three songs were so good and dizzying that he wanted to grab Jiwoon’s hand and run away.
“I can’t choose. They were really all good.”
“Yechan-ah. You like me too much.”
“Yes.”
Yechan smiled bashfully. The empty puzzle piece filled up with a splash.
Jiwoon, who closed his eyes and opened them at the touching yet stinging sensation, lowered his lips to Yechan’s folded eye corners.
Fucking pretty. Jiwoon, who rolled his body to the side just like that, lay down using Yechan’s arm as a pillow. Yechan stroked Jiwoon’s cheek with his finger.
“Hyung seems to have a stage personality.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You’re so white like this… but you look even whiter when the lights shine on you.”
Jiwoon, who had been looking at Yechan’s eyes as he continued speaking, smiled with his eyes crinkling.
“I have a Seo Yechan personality.”
Yechan just blinked while looking at such Jiwoon. Feeling like something might be read, Jiwoon lowered his gaze to look at Yechan’s chin tip.
“Why did you take such good care of the dance club kids?”
“So hyung could practice comfortably.”
At Yechan’s answer, Jiwoon wanted to ask why again. However, right now there was something else he wanted more.
Right now Jiwoon was in a state where the excitement that had briefly subsided in the night air had risen again while showering. His heart raced with tickling desire.
“Yechan’s good at supporting.”
At the word “supporting” that came from Jiwoon’s mouth, Yechan’s lips rose. It was because he liked that word which implied some kind of intimate relationship between people so much.
Then, Jiwoon put his hand under the covers and smoothly stroked up Yechan’s thigh. At the touch that entered inside his pants waistband, Yechan raised his arm to grip the back of Jiwoon’s neck.
“Should I give you a reward?”
Jiwoon asked while gently stroking Yechan’s cock.
“Hyung… will tomorrow be okay?”
Unlike his cock that was gradually growing in size, Yechan asked in a calm tone.
“Tomorrow’s a free day.”
All the lectures they had to attend on the second day of the festival had declared free periods. Haa… Soon Yechan climbed on top of Jiwoon and rubbed his lips on his nape.
As he fiddled with his earlobe and moved his hips, Yechan’s cock pressed deeper into Jiwoon’s hand.
“You have to work in the evening.”
“You know your words and actions are different right now, right?”
Yechan raised his head. Seeing the dimples on the white face smiling with subtle eyes, Jiwoon pulled down Yechan’s pants.
“Ah… Or do you want to stay inside until tomorrow evening?”
Jiwoon, who grinned, began seriously tapping up Yechan’s thing. For a moment, Yechan’s eyes relaxed a bit.
“Yes. Yes, hyung.”
Yechan, who sat up and took off Jiwoon’s shorts and made him raise his legs high, found a condom and put it on himself. Soon he squeezed out gel and pushed his finger into Jiwoon’s bottom.
“Ha…”
“Hyung. I think I can put it in right away…”
Yechan, who pulled his finger out of the loosened bottom, grabbed Jiwoon’s cock and rubbed it hard. Hauk… The slippery gel getting mashed felt dizzying.
Jiwoon, who bounced his hips once, grabbed Yechan’s cock without answering and guided it to his bottom. At that movement, Yechan smiled with subtle eyes once more.
Thinking of Jiwoon who would have loosened himself alone in the bathroom because he wanted to have sex with him, his heart pounded with excitement. His cock was fully erect and twitching.
“There’s something I want as a reward.”
“Heu… You’re greedy. Tell me.”
Yechan rubbed his head against Jiwoon’s entrance while taking his time. Jiwoon pressed his bottom close and tapped up his own cock.
Yechan, who circularly rubbed such Jiwoon’s head with his thumb, asked:
“Can I speak informally?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
