Stalkerizing – Side Story 9

Wow, I’m seriously going to die.

They had checked into the hotel in the afternoon, but before they knew it, evening had arrived. From the bathroom to the bed, then to the window to avoid wetting the sheets, and back to the bathroom—they moved around, losing count of how many times they made love. Sa-yoon was exhausted, every part of his body spent.

Sa-yoon rolled his eyes toward Shin-jae, who was approaching.

“Do you want some water?”

“No…….”

“How’s your body?”

“I think I’m gonna die.”

His whole body trembled, and against his will, his voice genuinely sounded like someone on the brink of death. Suggesting they go another round earlier had been a grave mistake.

“You’re not having trouble closing up down there, are you?”

“Want to check?”

Like hell. Sa-yoon waved his hand behind him in refusal.

Shin-jae climbed onto the bed, grabbed that hand, and kissed each knuckle before setting it down. Then, his large hands pressed into Sa-yoon’s waist, kneading the sore muscles. How the hell did he know exactly where to press? The firm weight of his touch hit all the right spots, relieving the tension.

“Ugh… There, ah…!”

“Hyung…”

As a groan slipped out, Shin-jae immediately nuzzled his cheek against the nape of Sa-yoon’s neck. Feeling the heavy weight pressing against his thigh, Sa-yoon shook his head.

“…If we do it again, we might actually have to buy a new mattress.”

“I can just buy one.”

“That’s not the point…”

“I won’t do anything.”

He backed off obediently—only to start pressing kisses all over Sa-yoon’s neck again. Letting the lover stuck to his back be, Sa-yoon reached out toward the nightstand, fumbling around.

“Ah… My phone…”

“Where is it?”

Shin-jae immediately sat up and scanned the room, but the phone was nowhere in sight.

“I don’t know. Did I not take it out of my jacket? Can you get it for me?”

“Sure.”

It wasn’t a difficult request. Shin-jae got up without hesitation and walked to the closet near the entrance.

As soon as he pulled out the sky-blue padded jacket, a deep buzzing sound rang out. Sticking his hand into the pocket, he pulled out the phone—it was ringing.

He checked the caller ID without thinking.

And there, displayed on the screen, was a name that should not be there.

[Wild Grass Hare]

…What the hell?

Shin-jae’s pupils wavered. That was definitely the temporary nickname he had received when clearing the new dungeon.

“But it doesn’t even look like you.”

“You do, though. Like a baby lynx.”

Sa-yoon had an undeniable weakness for cute things, yet he claimed Shin-jae resembled a wildcat. Then who the hell was this?

Even as he told himself he shouldn’t, his hand moved toward the answer button.

—”Hello?”

“Hello?”

The exact same voice came from inside the room. Shin-jae lifted his head.

—”Um, this is Wild Grass Hare, right? Could you hurry up and bring me my phone?”

There was a slight laugh at the end of the sentence. Too stunned to even think about hanging up, Shin-jae moved toward the bed, still holding the phone.

“Hyung!”

When he returned, Sa-yoon was lying there, pressing the phone to his ear with a sly grin, pretending like he had nothing to do with it. It seemed he hadn’t even planned on using it, as he casually set the phone down beside him right away.

“You said I didn’t look like it. That I was more like a wildcat.”

“Well, the more I looked at it, the more it resembled you. You always bring flowers whenever something happens, just like it.”

“That’s because hyung looks good with flowers…”

The man who suited flowers better than anyone blushed, lowering his gaze. When Sa-yoon tugged at his wrist, Shin-jae obediently crumbled into his embrace.

“Oh, right.”

“Hm?”

“You know that senior? The one from the bar back then.”

“Oh.”

Sa-yoon gave a short acknowledgment. What was his name again… Jung Pil-gyu? Something like that.

“Seo Jung-hak. He got sued and took a leave of absence.”

Not a single syllable was correct. Then again, it had been a name too insignificant to remember in the first place.

“Really?”

“Yeah. He couldn’t fix his habits and posted something again. Deleted it right away, but people screenshotted everything and shared it in the department group chat.”

So that’s what he had been so engrossed in reading earlier. Sa-yoon gave a knowing nod, feigning disinterest.

“This time, even the seniors completely cut him off. Turned out he wasn’t just talking behind my back—he was trash-talking half the department.”

If you’re stupid, you should at least have some sense of caution. Then again, that’s probably why he got caught, and why he kept making the same mistakes.

“The lawsuit… that was you, wasn’t it, hyung?”

“How did you know?”

“Seo Jung-hak couldn’t reach me, so he started contacting our classmates. I heard you even got into a physical fight with that bastard. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Looking into Shin-jae’s clear eyes, Sa-yoon brushed his bangs back gently.

“Because I didn’t want you to be upset like this. It wasn’t even a real fight—just a little shove while trying to take his phone away.”

“Still. If I’d known, I would’ve sued him too.”

“And what? It wasn’t even that much of a hassle. I have friends in that field, and the evidence was so overwhelming.”

“What if that bastard holds a grudge and comes after you?”

“Then I’ll just counter sue for mutual assault.”

“Hyung!”

“I’m joking. Besides, he probably won’t even try.”

“I just don’t want you doing anything dangerous.”

“Ohh, don’t worry~ Your hyung made sure to take care of the villain.”

“What even is that?”

“I got a written agreement from him. He won’t slander you or mess with you again.”

Shin-jae’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Did he write it because you threatened to sue?”

“That, and a few other reasons.”

Sa-yoon had only sued for assault this time. He still had the option to file an additional defamation case.

Once Seo Jung-hak realized that Sa-yoon wasn’t just connected to people in the legal field but also had ties with several senior students in the business department, he completely backed down. Dumb as he was, he wasn’t a total idiot—he was worried about his future after graduation. In this country, academic connections still played a significant role.

The last time Sa-yoon saw him, he had received the written agreement and settled things quietly. The document stated that Seo Jung-hak would neither slander nor interfere with Shin-jae ever again.

All he had to do was behave himself, yet he’d been so guilty about his own actions that he practically panicked and ran away. Not that it mattered—he’d probably try sneaking back in by the next semester. In the end, it was his own fault for running his mouth recklessly.

From there, their conversation drifted into lighthearted topics.

They talked about how they were looking forward to filming their graduation project once it snowed, how Sesame seemed to understand human speech but chose to ignore it, how it might be time to finally get Peanut neutered, and how a talent agency had reached out with a positive email suggesting a meeting.

As they chatted, Sa-yoon’s eyelids grew heavy.

“Hyung, if you’re sleepy, just take a nap. I’ll wake you up later.”

“Mmm… No, I’m not sleeping.”

Bzzzz.

Lying sprawled across the bed, Sa-yoon heard his phone vibrate on the nightstand. He reached for it and checked the screen—there was a notification from a voice chat app tagging him.

Now that he thought about it, while most office workers were fast asleep at this hour, it was prime time for gamers.

[Snowman8]: Fucking trash losers aren’t around, so it’s nice and peaceful.

[Snowman8]: This isn’t an opportunity that comes every day, folks.

[Snowman8]: [Cygnus – Lepus] Direct transfer train is now open. First come, first served—8 transfer tickets available.

[GegulGegulFrog]: Doesn’t 8 tickets just mean everyone’s invited? Lol

[Snowman8]: Busted. 

[Swakkoong]: @Chasa @Killer

[Swakkoong]: Are you guys dead???? Why aren’t you voting????

[Swakkoong]: [Attending □ Not Attending □]

[Swakkoong]: Vote on whether you’re coming to next month’s offline meetup~~~ Only you two left before we close the poll~~~

Swakkoong had tagged them, summoning the two. Come to think of it, wasn’t he moving back to Korea after wrapping up his life in the U.S.? Sa-yoon had brushed it off as typical office worker talk, the kind where people carried their resignation letters in their hearts while still showing up to work on time every day…

“Swakkoong’s really coming back to Korea?”

“Looks like it.”

Skimming through the chat, it seemed like Swakkoong’s return had kick-started the plans for the meetup in earnest.

“Hyung.”

Just as Sa-yoon was about to continue reading, Shin-jae, who had been massaging him again, suddenly stopped and pressed himself fully against his back, calling for his attention. It was a clear demand: Stop looking at your phone and pay attention to me.

“Mmm.”

As soon as he turned, Shin-jae bit down on his lower lip—not hard enough to hurt, just a light nibble. Then, instead of using his teeth, he pressed his lips over the same spot, gently sucking.

The small kisses trailed downward, moving from his lips to his chin, then to his neck. It was like he had been possessed by a kissing demon. Amused, Sa-yoon let out a laugh and retaliated by lightly biting Shin-jae’s soft cheek.

“Are you going?”

“Huh?”

“To the meetup.”

Caught off guard by the unexpected question, Sa-yoon’s eyes widened.

“What about you? You’re not going?”

“Not really interested.”

The response was indifferent.

“But they’re all people you brought together, right? Oh yeah, weren’t you the guild leader? How did you even get close to everyone?”

“…I’m not that close with them.”

The way he said it so nonchalantly made Sa-yoon chuckle.

“I doubt the others would agree.”

There was no way rankers would give up that much raid loot just to stick together if they weren’t close. Sure, they were all a bit unhinged in their own ways, but none of them were bad at calculations.

Most of what they said was nonsense, but when you watched them talk, you could tell they trusted each other in an odd way—like when they took on that new dungeon together, or when…

“You guys were in perfect sync when messing with Noize.”

“That’s just because they’re all freaks.”

Shin-jae, the biggest freak of them all and also the prettiest, declared this with absolute certainty.

“And who cares what they think?”

“You’re really okay with me going to the meetup?”

“Hmm…”

Sa-yoon had expected an immediate no, but the thoughtful hesitation in Shin-jae’s voice caught him off guard instead.

“Well, they’re not bad people.”

Then, after a pause, Shin-jae added:

“But if hyung goes, I’m going too.”

As Shin-jae nuzzled against him like a cat seeking affection, Sa-yoon stroked his hair and checked the attendance box. Almost immediately, a new message popped up—someone must have been awake.

“Are you just going to keep looking at that?”

As Sa-yoon scrolled down, a large hand covered the screen and smoothly swiped the phone away, pushing it aside. It was no different from Sesame knocking things off the desk whenever he wanted attention.

“Hyuuuung…”

“What.”

The way Shin-jae whined made him look up, only for their lips to collide immediately.

Like a needy kid, he must have been craving a goodnight kiss.

“I love you, hyung.”

The words melted against their softly pressed lips. Sa-yoon smiled and parted his mouth, welcoming the happiness that followed.

Side Story End

Author: Levia