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#Jealousy
“Where are you going?”
Dawoon frowned as he felt the hand on his shoulder tighten. Hayun had said there was someone he needed to greet, but they had passed through the crowded area and were heading towards the back entrance of the hall. It seemed like mentioning greetings was just an excuse to end the conversation with Choi Seon-gyeom.
“Hyung?”
Dawoon looked up at Hayun but then closed his mouth. Hayun’s face was noticeably cold and rigid. What could be the problem? Had something unpleasant happened before he approached Dawoon? Since Dawoon had been talking with Choi Seon-gyeom, he hadn’t been watching Hayun’s side and couldn’t tell.
Hayun led Dawoon out of the hall and opened the door right next to it. It looked like a storage room filled with chairs and other items needed for the hall.
“Why are we here…? Mmph!”
Before Dawoon could finish speaking, lips crashed into his. Hayun pushed Dawoon against the closed door and kissed him roughly. Dawoon winced in pain as his back and head hit the door and his lips were crushed. He tried to push Hayun away by hitting his chest with both fists, but Hayun didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed Dawoon’s wrists and pinned them against the wall.
When Dawoon tried to turn his head to the side to avoid the kiss, Hayun followed. His tongue pushed into Dawoon’s mouth, which had opened from the pain. The way he ravaged Dawoon’s mouth made it hard to breathe properly. When Hayun sucked hard on their entangled tongues, Dawoon felt a tingling sensation at the base of his tongue. It was truly a mess of a kiss.
At some point, Dawoon gave up resisting. He couldn’t overpower Hayun anyway, and when he resisted in these situations, Hayun would only become more persistent in tormenting him. Submitting quietly was the quickest way to end it.
As Dawoon’s body relaxed, Hayun’s actions also became less rough. He cupped Dawoon’s cheek with one hand and carefully sucked on his upper and lower lips. Every time the wet sound of their kiss echoed, Dawoon’s body trembled slightly.
Just beyond the door, people’s voices could be heard. It wouldn’t be strange if someone working in the hall suddenly opened the door and came in.
“Stop…”
Dawoon barely managed to separate their lips and pushed against Hayun’s chest. Hayun seemed to move away obediently, but then his lips brushed Dawoon’s cheek and moved to his neck. When Dawoon flinched at the feeling of soft skin being sucked, Hayun licked the area languidly with his tongue.
“Ah…”
An indescribable, thrilling sensation ran up Dawoon’s spine. The areas where Hayun’s lips and tongue had touched instantly heated up.
Hayun’s hand, which had been caressing Dawoon’s waist, pulled out the shirt from his pants and slipped inside. When Dawoon felt the hand stroking his bare skin, he gasped and pushed Hayun away.
“How far are you planning to go?!”
When Dawoon glared at him and demanded an answer, a faint smile appeared on Hayun’s lips. Seeing the emotion in Hayun’s eyes, Dawoon felt a chill run down his spine. Desire was clearly visible in them.
“You’re crazy.”
Not only were hall staff members in the corridor, but other people were also passing by, and the hall right next door was full of people focusing on Jeong Hayun. Why was he suddenly getting aroused in a place like this? Dawoon couldn’t understand what he had done or where he had triggered Hayun’s switch.
“I’m leaving.”
Dawoon pushed Hayun away and turned to open the door. If he stayed here any longer, it seemed like Hayun would really go all the way without caring about the consequences.
However, before he could turn the doorknob, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed Dawoon’s face, turning it to the side. Once again, their lips met, and a wet sound echoed. Due to the awkward position, their lips didn’t align properly, and Hayun’s tongue invaded Dawoon’s mouth at will, causing saliva that hadn’t been swallowed to trickle down his chin.
Haah.
Hayun exhaled deeply after pulling away, his lips tingling. His face was still close enough that Dawoon could feel his breath on his cheek.
“Was the additional wine stored here?”
Someone’s voice was heard from beyond the door. Dawoon looked up at Hayun with wide, startled eyes. Unlike Dawoon, who was tense at the thought of being caught in such a suspicious position, Hayun was looking at the door with an expressionless face.
The doorknob rattled as if someone was trying to open it from outside.
“There’s some in the hall. Use that first.”
Fortunately, thanks to another person’s words, the door didn’t open. The sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Only then did Dawoon let out a sigh of relief.
“I don’t mind.”
Dawoon looked up at the soft voice and met Hayun’s gaze, which was fixed on him. Hayun slightly raised one corner of his mouth and lifted his right hand to caress Dawoon’s cheek. When Dawoon frowned at the seemingly blatant intention, Hayun’s smile deepened.
“I don’t mind if we’re caught.”
Hayun whispered quietly, his lips pressed against Dawoon’s ear.
“You’re out of your mind.”
Dawoon furrowed his brow and used both hands to firmly push Hayun’s chest away from him.
“Should we get a room upstairs?”
Just when Dawoon thought Hayun was willingly backing off, he came back with an unexpected suggestion.
“Why a room…?”
As Dawoon asked in confusion, he saw Hayun’s gaze slowly move down from his face. When he realized where those eyes had stopped, the blood drained from Dawoon’s face. It seemed Hayun really intended to go all the way. Since Dawoon had refused here, he was now suggesting getting a hotel room.
Not wanting to answer, Dawoon glared at him and turned away. It was enough to be embraced by him at home. What would people think if they saw them entering a hotel room together? They might not think much of it since they were brothers, but some might find it strange for brothers to get a hotel room at this hour.
Grandfather was already suspecting that something was going on between them and was on guard. There could be grandfather’s people even in this charity event. If they caused more problems here, he wouldn’t just quietly send Dawoon abroad to end it.
“I’m serious.”
Hayun wrapped his arms around Dawoon’s shoulders from behind and pulled him close. Just as Dawoon felt his body being pulled backward, Hayun’s chest pressed against his back.
“Where on earth did your switch get flipped? You seem to be going crazier by the minute.”
As Dawoon answered with a sigh, he heard Hayun chuckle. Was he really going mad? Dawoon couldn’t understand his behavior patterns at all.
“What were you talking about so happily with writer Choi Seon-gyeom?”
So that was the problem. Dawoon couldn’t even sigh at Hayun’s question. He was jealous of the wrong person.
“He’s old enough to be my father. Do you even know that?”
“Age doesn’t matter. There are men who’ll do what they want to do even when they’re old.”
Hayun must have been hanging out with some strange people. Dawoon was dumbfounded by his answer but was too tired to retort. When he remained silent, there was a soft sound from the back of his neck. Hayun had lightly kissed him and pulled away.
“Stop…!”
Dawoon was about to say, “Please stop, calm down, and let’s go home,” but his face froze as he felt something hard pressing against his buttocks.
“When we get home, ugh!”
“I don’t think I can wait that long.”
Hayun calmly replied as he slipped his hand inside Dawoon’s shirt and pinched his nipple. This caused a short moan to escape Dawoon’s lips. He quickly grabbed Hayun’s hand over his shirt and pushed it down firmly.
“I absolutely refuse to do it here.”
Dawoon’s mouth went dry, fearing that Hayun might really not stop.
“I said no.”
He repeated the same words and took a deep breath, his chest heaving. His body had started to tremble slightly.
He really, absolutely refused. Just the thought that someone might catch them and what might happen afterward made him feel like all the blood was draining from his body.
Dawoon was seriously considering whether he should bite his tongue if Hayun tried to force himself on him, but fortunately, Hayun removed his hands and took a step back.
“I understand, for now.”
The phrase “for now” bothered him, but Dawoon was relieved that Hayun wouldn’t push further at the moment. However, that relief was only a momentary hope.
***
“Ugh…”
Although he clenched his teeth to swallow his moans, he couldn’t completely suppress the pained sounds that escaped. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead from the feeling of fullness below. Every time Hayun thrust his hips, the pressure made Dawoon’s vision flicker.
Haah. As he exhaled his held breath, heat filled the narrow space.
It had been good up until they left the hotel hall. Even as they headed to the parking lot, Dawoon had felt relieved, thinking that they would at least be able to return home, and he could worry about how Hayun would act once they got there.
However, when Hayun opened the back door of the car to let Dawoon in and then followed him inside, Dawoon had a bad feeling. Although Hayun couldn’t drive since he had also drunk champagne, the chauffeur who should have been waiting wasn’t in the front seat.
It was only when Hayun took off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and gazed at Dawoon intently that Dawoon realized what he was planning to do.
When Hayun pounced on him roughly, as if he couldn’t wait even a second longer, Dawoon had half given up.
If there was any consolation, it was that the car’s window tinting was so dark that nothing could be seen from outside, and there was a partition that could be closed to block the view from the front seats, so nothing could be seen through the windshield either. The car was also parked in the VVIP-only area, so there were hardly any other cars around.
In this situation, the only thing Dawoon could do was hope that it would be over quickly.
