Caffeine. That was the identity of the drug in his bedroom. The hair follicle test came back negative, and the drug he was taking was none other than caffeine. It wasn’t a sleeping pill, nor was it a narcotic-heavy drug.
“Strictly speaking, it’s caffeine. But not the kind of caffeine commonly consumed. It’s a drug I’ve never seen before. It seems like they’ve mixed various things, and the mixing method is similar to Desbutal.”
“Desbutal?”
“It stimulates the central nervous system but reduces excessive excitement or stimulation… something like that. I think it might have similar effects.”
Caffeine… Is that a drug an insomniac would take? Jung-yun shook his head at this question.
Then was it not insomnia? This too couldn’t be accurately gauged.
Jae-young couldn’t understand Sa Gong-hyun. To Jae-young, he seemed to be forcibly trying to stay awake regardless of day or night. Without that assumption, there was no fitting answer for why he would take such medication.
Yet occasionally, certain thoughts would intrude.
What if Sa Gong-hyun had nightmares every time he went to bed? That kind of thought.
What if he experiences mental breakdowns every time he wakes from a nightmare, and during those temporary episodes, there’s no knowing what might happen? What if that’s why he had to take the drug out of necessity?
If that were the case, Jae-young thought he would also avoid sleeping.
Of course, this was merely Jae-young’s speculation. Sa Gong-hyun hadn’t confided the truth to him, and Jae-young had no desire to know his inner circumstances.
Jae-young was always surrounded by strange people. He thought himself the strangest among them. He consistently acted on his intentions, but in reality, he never understood those choices himself. He just did what felt right.
But Sa Gong-hyun was overwhelmingly strange. Here was another person, more incomprehensible and unusual than himself. That was his first thought whenever he saw him.
This ruthless thug, without an ounce of mercy, was actually a mentally disturbed individual who couldn’t even sleep properly. Acting as if he could control anyone, yet unable to control his own mind.
Moreover, he slept in a room without a single window. Living in such a room would drive even Jae-young to mental illness.
It was pitiful. It was truly absurd. To feel sympathy for Sa Gong-hyun even while knowing his hands were soaked with others’ blood and tears.
Compared to Sa Gong-hyun, Jae-young didn’t even feel like he qualified as a bad person, which made him swallow a hollow laugh, yet he also felt strange. He felt as if his tentative sense of guilt, which he had only ever questioned, was being washed away, but he also felt pity.
Even while thinking it was not even remotely funny, he felt that way. Perhaps the expression Sa Gong-hyun had worn when waking from his mental breakdown had been so deeply etched in his mind.
Jae-young took a deep breath and grasped the hand that had somehow reached his cheek.
“…Before you promise, first remove that damn gun from the bedroom.”
“Alright.”
“And change the bedroom too. Not a single ray of light gets in, making it seem like I’m having nightmares I don’t even need to have.”
“That’s difficult. I’m more accustomed to that room.”
Accustomed? Jae-young’s determined eyes flickered slightly. Is it some sort of obsessive-compulsive disorder? Well, having lived that way for years, suddenly changing might actually have adverse effects.
Jae-young’s tightly closed lips moved again.
“If that’s really not possible, at least change the lighting.”
“I’ll consider it.”
“If you do it one more time, I’ll tie your wrists.”
“Go ahead.”
“…And most importantly.”
With each exchange, his thumb caressed Jae-young’s cheek. The touch was quite ticklish.
“This is a non-smoking area.”
Sa Gong-hyun smiled blandly at the rather decisive tone. It was a smile without malice.
“Understood.”
It was the same this time too. Looking at his half-closed eyes, Jae-young felt the fear he had experienced gradually fading.
Rather than feeling anger, observing Sa Gong-hyun’s behavior pattern, Jae-young judged that he might be sufficiently remorseful. There was no physical evidence, only intuition, but once again, Jae-young couldn’t understand himself for having such strange thoughts.
He realized subconsciously: he was gradually becoming accustomed to Sa Gong-hyun’s way of doing things.
***
The kiss was quite intense. It felt as if a very damp and gloomy breath was constantly weighing down on Jae-young. The kiss, which began as soon as the front door opened, was enough to take Jae-young’s breath away.
“Haah…”
How did they take off their shoes, when had the hat Sa Gong-hyun was holding started rolling on the floor, and why were they sprawled in the middle of the living room?
There wasn’t even time to turn on the lights. After mindlessly sucking on the relentless tongue that probed deeply, Jae-young’s breath quickly became ragged. Sa Gong-hyun, who was gently biting Jae-young’s lower lip, pulled his lips away.
“It seems like a rat has been coming in and out of the house.”
“Huh… what?”
A rat? In response to Jae-young’s question, Sa Gong-hyun answered by slightly raising his head. Jae-young, who was lying flat on the floor, tilted his head back. The balcony glass door was open.
He felt the weight pressing down on his body lighten. Jae-young pulled his arm. It could have been Seung-kwon. Even if a thief had broken in, the only thing worth stealing was the laptop.
He always hid it under the bed when going out, and he would read and delete downloaded files immediately. He also deleted cookie records promptly, so there was nothing to see even if someone took it.
It was a neighborhood with loose security, and being naturally suspicious, he had prepared in advance. So Jae-young would have preferred if the uninvited visitor who had come to his house at will had been a mere thief.
“I opened it for ventilation but forgot to close it. Don’t worry about it.”
Sa Gong-hyun was pulled back more easily than expected. Jae-young, who thought they would kiss again, instead groaned as Sa Gong-hyun pressed his lips to Jae-young’s neck.
Sa Gong-hyun sucked on Jae-young’s neck quite wetly. His lips, which didn’t stay in one place but thoroughly sucked around the neck area, seemed to overlay the hand marks with bruises.
His fingertips trembled slightly. The hand slipping inside his top was cold. His body instantly heated up at the touch teasing his chest, which he hadn’t felt for a while. Jae-young twisted his body this way and that.
“Mmm, ahh… Pinch harder, please.”
It wasn’t that he was struggling, but that he couldn’t bear the excitement creeping up from his toes. Sa Gong-hyun, who was strongly twisting and pulling on his erect nipples, didn’t give him a moment’s rest.
He pulled Jae-young’s pants down to his buttocks and bit painfully at his Adam’s apple. Jae-young, who erupted with heated breaths, embraced his neck and heaved his chest.
He grabbed Sa Gong-hyun’s hands inside his t-shirt and whimpered continuously. His erect cock, tingling with sensation, constantly craved stimulation. Jae-young, who pressed his groin against the firmly positioned thigh between his legs, shook his buttocks.
“Haah, mmm… Hyun-ssi, my neck… hah, that’s enough with my neck, ah…”
His buttocks, which had slid up along Sa Gong-hyun’s thigh, were caught in one handful. The feeling that his hole was opening couldn’t be erased because of the hand that grasped one side of his buttocks as if about to burst it.
He only regretted not being able to spread his legs wider due to the pants that were half-removed. Despite Jae-young’s protests, Sa Gong-hyun, who had been stubbornly biting his neck, expelled a hot breath. Soon his lips detached, and he straightened his upper body.
The hand that had been twisting Jae-young’s nipples until just a moment ago now removed Jae-young’s top.
“Do Jae-young.”
The bare skin that met the cold air trembled finely. Sa Gong-hyun looked down at that sight pensively while unbuttoning his own dress shirt. Pop, pop. Although it was just buttons slipping out of their holes, strangely, it sounded like threads snapping.
“If you keep acting like you’re in heat like this.”
“…”
“I can’t treat you gently.”
Although his face with half-lowered eyelids was calm, his voice, which seemed to be scolding Jae-young, was the complete opposite. Rough breaths squeezed through and flowed between his firm voice.
The open front of his dress shirt clearly revealed well-established muscles. He was an undeniably perfect subject. Even each scar on his body seemed intentional, making him sensual.
Just as Jae-young’s gaze was inadvertently stolen by his body without an ounce of fat, Jae-young’s body was suddenly flipped over.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
