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Sugar Boy v1c16

‘I’ll call you unexpectedly, so answer.’

He remembered that man, the one who said he wasn’t that boy from long ago. The thought lingered for quite a while.

After finishing the discipline and release with the body, the man brought a gray box and, as if he had never been violent, began treatment with gentle and affectionate hands. Making Geun-yeong lie on his stomach on the bed, he applied bruise ointment on various parts of the body marked with blue, yellow, and red bruises.

“Turn over.”

Immediately after the command, Geun-yeong raised his body and lay on his back as instructed, facing the ceiling.

Caressing the wrists that were beginning to turn black with bruises, the man sighed with concern and carefully inserted the insulin pump and blood glucose meter.

“Geun-yeong, I understand you’re at an age where you might meet and date someone. But don’t forget that your situation is special. I mean don’t create situations that make me worry because of unnecessary relationships that won’t help your life at all. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Seokhun silently looked at Geun-yeong’s face as he answered without inflection while staring at the ceiling, then closed the gray box and pushed it aside. Then he climbed on top of Geun-yeong’s body.

Thinking it was all over and letting his guard down, Geun-yeong lowered his eyes from the ceiling and shifted his gaze to follow the man who was gradually approaching. He couldn’t understand the man’s actions.

The man, now face to face with him, saw the face that couldn’t hide its bewildered feelings. He looked at the white forehead revealed between the soft hair, and the fine eyebrows as smooth as the hair. He looked at the eyes reminiscent of a young puppy and the pupils trembling between them. He traced down the straight yet slender nose with his eyes. Looking at the lips below, he kissed them.

Although he would usually lick and suck various parts of the body until they were worn away, kissing on the lips was rare. Geun-yeong endured the uncomfortable feeling with a body that had become rigid with tension. But then, “Mmph! Why!”

Feeling a tongue entering between his lips, Geun-yeong was extremely shocked and turned his face away. While he normally wouldn’t even pretend to resist most things, this time he was so bewildered that he visibly refused.

He couldn’t help it because this was the first time. Until now, Seokhun had done all kinds of things that could be done with the genitals and anus, but he had never kissed. So Geun-yeong could dismiss the man’s actions as an extension of discipline and a release of anger. He had thought that the man treating him was repaying the money spent on him and his treatment by using his body for release.

But the kiss was indescribably uncomfortable. This was absolutely not something that could happen between an adoptive father and son. Of course, this doesn’t mean that what they had been doing so far was acceptable, but still, kissing—this really wasn’t right.

Not only did he turn his head away, but Geun-yeong found himself unconsciously covering his mouth with his hand. Sensing an ominous atmosphere, he rolled his eyes. Before Geun-yeong’s gaze, which was moving too slowly, could reach Seokhun’s face, the command fell.

“Lower your hand and look at me. Ji Geun-yeong.”

Geun-yeong first lowered his hand and then creakily turned his stiff neck to look at Seokhun.

“I adopted you, raised you, and treated you. That was because I loved you as a son. And the reason I touch your body and mix my body with yours is because I cherish you not as a son, but as a human being. Do you understand what I mean?”

No. He wanted to say he didn’t understand. He wanted to ask what it meant. He wanted to insist that he didn’t understand a word of it. What was he even saying? He wanted to shout that he didn’t understand at all. But none of these became sound.

Geun-yeong, who was not unintelligent, did understand what the man’s words meant after kissing him. He didn’t want to accept what his mind understood. Maybe it wasn’t what he thought. Maybe he had misunderstood. He desperately denied it.

And Seokhun grabbed the chin of the young man, which was slowly turning away, and brought it back to center. After making him look straight at him, he delivered the clinching words.

“From now on, you are not my son. You are my lover. You are the only person I love. If you’re at an age where you need to love someone and have sex, then love me and have sex with me. No one else is allowed. Do you understand?”

And as if instructing him not to resist anymore with his eyes, Seokhun kissed him again. He parted his lips and pushed his tongue in. A deep kiss began.

But it was a one-sided kiss. The young man, who couldn’t bring himself to close his mouth but couldn’t respond to the kiss by moving his lips or tongue either, had his eyes wide open, staring into space. His stiffened body was like a wooden log. His heart, which seemed to have momentarily stopped from the severe shock, was now pounding violently. His fingers, which were gripping something they touched, were trembling.

He was terrified.

The breathing sound, too loud and too close, was frightening. The wet tongue that had entered deeply and was stirring inside was frightening. The ticklish feeling of the overflowing saliva running down his chin was frightening. The hard genitals rubbing against him without any gap was frightening. The man who put his wet lips to his ear and began saying “I love you, I love you”—words completely different from anything he had said before—was frightening. Though he had always been afraid, the fear now was of a different quality from the fear he usually felt. It was distinctly different.

He had to escape.

‘I’ll call you unexpectedly, so answer.’

On the dark river surrounding him on all sides, a line thinner than a straw was hanging, seemingly beyond reach no matter how far he stretched his hand. That thin straw was telling him to jump in, whether he lived or died.

Even at the risk of drowning, it seemed he had to jump.

Track 4. Runaway

It was a day without medical appointments. Ji Seokhun and Ji Geun-yeong sat across from each other as if nothing had happened the night before, eating breakfast prepared by the housekeeper.

As per Seokhun’s instructions, it was a simple table without unnecessary preserved foods like kimchi, jeotgal, or jangajji. Artificial sweeteners were prohibited, salt usage was minimized as much as possible, but the food needed to have umami flavor brought out from natural ingredients. Amidst all this, all nutrients had to be well-balanced, and especially, fiber intake couldn’t be lacking.

As usual, in the silence, only the faint sound of utensils hitting dishes floated above the table. In the midst of this, one spoon movement paused briefly.

“Are you not feeling well?”

It was a question never asked during meals, especially in the presence of the housekeeper, and the startled Geun-yeong dropped his spoon which had been holding a small amount of soup.

At the loud clanking sound, the housekeeper, who had been working in the kitchen while trying to minimize noise, glanced back.

The housekeeper, who had been hired to replace the previously talkative ajumma, was, as Seokhun had requested from the staffing agency in advance, a quiet and taciturn type. It would have been the time to approach Geun-yeong who had dropped his spoon and ask fussily if he was okay, but she didn’t.

“There’s no strength in your handling of the spoon. Is your wrist hurting?”

Geun-yeong, unable to think about picking up the dropped spoon, raised his gaze to look at Seokhun. This kind of question was also unfamiliar. More than unfamiliar. As far as Geun-yeong could remember, it was a tone and manner of speaking he had never heard when other people were present.

A stoic and conventional Korean father. A renowned and distinguished internal medicine specialist. A social celebrity with an intellectual image. He was someone who acted meticulously to ensure no scratches appeared on this thick mask of facades. He was a man who didn’t hesitate to engage in all sorts of lewd and immoral behaviors with Geun-yeong when they were alone at night in a time and space completely cut off from the outside, but once morning came and daily life with other people began, he never did or said anything that might remind or suggest the events of the previous night.

But now, the two consecutive questions brought back memories of last night.

Of course, these weren’t strange enough questions to make the housekeeper, who had only been here for a few days and couldn’t possibly know about the completely different night atmosphere of this formal and old-fashioned household, hear and imagine something. Nevertheless, Geun-yeong felt anxious and uncomfortable.

“Let me see.”

The man’s deviation didn’t stop at asking unusual questions. He put down his spoon and reached across the neat, modest side dishes, extending his hand with the palm facing up.

Geun-yeong just looked bewildered, not knowing what to do. When Geun-yeong failed to respond appropriately, Seokhun gave a more explicit instruction, or rather, words that no matter how you heard them, didn’t sound like an instruction.

“Let me see your wrist.”

After hesitating briefly, Geun-yeong slowly raised his hand, which he had kept under the table since dropping the spoon. Though he brought it above the table, he couldn’t bring himself to extend it all the way to the man’s outstretched hand.

Seokhun had to lift his buttocks slightly from the chair as he leaned forward, extending his arm to grasp Geun-yeong’s hand. With his other hand, he rolled up the sleeve covering the wrist. Around the wrist was a reddish mark tinged with blue. It was the trace of being bound by a tough cord for an extended period.

Geun-yeong’s eyes moved anxiously, alternately observing the hand holding his own and the face of the man examining his hand carefully. He glanced sideways, checking the housekeeper’s reaction. The middle-aged woman was moving quietly to avoid making noise, busy with the cleanup.

Geun-yeong brought back his anxious gaze to observe the man who had begun behaving differently than before.

When Geun-yeong was still in his childhood, the man’s actions included touching places that shouldn’t be shown to others, examining them for long periods, or inserting fingers deeply under the pretext of internal examination. It was a time when the still naive Geun-yeong thought such actions were necessary procedures for treatment. Back then, even after night turned to day, he would act like ordinary fathers toward their young children. He was moderately affectionate and friendly.

But as Geun-yeong’s body and mind gradually matured, he inevitably came to realize that the man’s actions weren’t necessarily required for diabetes treatment. Not only was it not treatment, but he also learned it was something that shouldn’t be done between people in a father-son relationship. Around that time, as if it was now the right time, full-fledged sexual relations began.

And after starting what could only be called sexual relations, the daytime atmosphere in the house changed drastically. The man, now having something to hide and conceal, wore a thick mask. He became a stern father. He created and played the role of an awkward father-son relationship. All so that no one could imagine that such a father and son would become naked, entangle their bodies, press their abdomens and genitals together, and even engage in deep penetration in the middle of the night.

But now, the man’s questions and actions violated the established unspoken rules. That’s why Geun-yeong was extremely flustered and quite uncomfortable.

Hyacinthus B
Author: Hyacinthus B

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"By any chance... around age ten or twelve... around that time, didn't you ever live at an orphanage?" "No. Why are you arbitrarily making someone an orphan?" Ah. The first question was a complete failure. However, even if he wasn't an orphan, there were many situations where one could meet at an orphanage. Geun-yeong twisted his question and asked again. "Then... did you ever live near an orphanage, or go there to play? I mean, it's called Gangdong Dreaming Daycare, though it's changed to Peace House now. It's across from the Dunchon-dong Community Center, about 150 meters down the back alley behind the 50-year-old Obok Seolleongtang restaurant—" "I don't remember." With one sharp, resolute statement, the man cut off the thread of words that were pouring out in a jumbled mess, and spoke to the guy who still hadn't managed to close his mouth. "Do I have to remember every single place I lived and went to play when I was a little kid?" Geun-yeong organized his chaotic thoughts while observing whether this seemingly ill-tempered man might be lying. The man didn't say "no." He said "I don't remember." There was still hope. Geun-yeong asked urgently with the desperate face of a child trying to catch grains of sand slipping through his fingers. "Jang Saetbyeol, you really don't remember? That was my name when I was at the orphanage. You said I was like a white puppy and gave me chocolate. The ones in the glass jar on the director's office table, with the A, B, C alphabet letters written on them. You stole them and brought them to me—well, I'm not sure if you actually stole them, but anyway, you gave them to me." Even if he couldn't remember the location of the orphanage, perhaps he might remember people or situations instead—with this hope, Geun-yeong laid out everything that came to mind. The man watched Geun-yeong, who was chattering busily without context or order due to his urgency, and asked. "You have diabetes, right?" "Yes." "But he gave you chocolate?" "...Yes." "Seems like he had some grudge against you? Wasn't he trying to kill you? To make you into dog soup?" No. You don't die from eating one piece of chocolate. No, before that, he probably didn't know that he had diabetes. He didn't know back then either. But dog soup? Anyway. "Probably, he didn't know—" "Hey, kid." The man interrupted Geun-yeong's words as he was about to defend that boy's actions. And at that moment, Geun-yeong had to stop not his words, but his breath. 'Kid, should hyung read you a book?' A memory that flashed by for an instant. It was because of the way that boy used to call him. "Making innocent people into orphans, making them into the worst villains in the world—what are you going to do after finding that person through all that trouble? Find him and, what, give him a beating?" The man seemed to find his own words amusing and burst out laughing, then said "Ow" while grabbing his side and grimacing. And Geun-yeong became a broken robot once again. Just moments ago, the man had called him "kid." And just now, that smiling face that flashed by quickly before fading away—it really seemed to be that person. Within that smiling face, he seemed to see the face of that boy from back then. If only he could see that smiling face a little longer, he felt he could know for sure, but it was too brief. It was regrettable. Now, as Geun-yeong was pondering how to make someone laugh, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He didn't take it out to check because he knew who it was without looking.

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