“What?”
“I’ve come to… like you, Yoo Ji-ho. I kept thinking how pathetic I was, how wrong it was, and I couldn’t even look at you properly. I’m sorry.”
“……Sigh.”
Yoo Ji-ho exhaled a long breath, staring blankly into the air. He didn’t understand.
“What’s the problem with that?”
“……What?”
“You’ve always liked me, Hye-seong.”
Yoo Ji-ho was well aware of this fact. He knew that Baek Hye-seong had been his longtime fan, and that those feelings were pure and unwavering. He had felt it all in his bones. But why was Hye-seong suddenly bringing this up now? It was hard to understand.
Hye-seong, who had been gazing up at him blankly, bit his lip and shook his head. His voice began to tremble.
“No… it’s not like that anymore.”
“It’s not?”
“I don’t just like you as a fan. I really… like you now. But I’m a guide, and you’re Yoo Ji-ho, and…”
“……”
“And I get jealous, and…”
His stammering words trailed off unfinished. His lips, pressed tightly together to hold back tears, quivered. After struggling to steady his breath for a long time, Hye-seong finally scrunched up his face in defeat.
“I didn’t want to like you, but I can’t help it.”
“……”
“I like you so much it hurts… Sniff…”
With those words, thick teardrops spilled from his crumpled eyes.
“You already knew, didn’t you?”
“……”
“I’m sorry, waah!”
In the end, he couldn’t hold it back any longer. Hye-seong let go of the waist he had been clinging to and buried his face in his arms, sobbing loudly.
And Yoo Ji-ho stood frozen, his empty eyes like ice. It was as if he had never encountered such an absurd situation in his life.
“Hye-seong.”
“……Hic, yes?”
“Are you serious?”
His voice held neither anger nor displeasure. But what it meant was unclear.
“You really… like me like that?”
Hye-seong slowly nodded. Yoo Ji-ho gently stroked his hair.
“Hah.”
At the sound of his laugh, Hye-seong forgot he had been crying and stared at him blankly. A teardrop clung to the corner of his eye before rolling down his cheek.
“Honestly, I didn’t expect this. It’s… quite interesting.”
“……”
“I guess I should say… it feels good.”
His blurred vision cleared, and his confused eyes finally met Yoo Ji-ho’s gaze. There was an unfamiliar spark in Yoo Ji-ho’s eyes, and his lips curved into a smooth, almost painted smile.
“……It feels… good?”
Hye-seong asked in a dazed voice. Yoo Ji-ho simply smiled and nodded silently. At that sight, an absurd thought began to bloom in Hye-seong’s mind.
Incredibly, there wasn’t a trace of deceit in his eyes. Even as Hye-seong tried to convince himself to doubt that gentle gaze, his thoughts kept wandering.
Could it be…?
No. That couldn’t be. He told himself it was impossible, yet his heart fluttered pointlessly. He was about to hope recklessly, only to be disappointed just as recklessly.
Was this the most pathetic kind of excitement in the world? He tried to calm his racing heart. But Yoo Ji-ho didn’t wait for him to collect himself.
“This is the first time someone saying they like me has made me feel this good.”
“……”
“I won’t lie. I had my suspicions. I just wasn’t sure how deep they ran.”
So he had known. All this time, Yoo Ji-ho’s teasing had been because he knew. And Hye-seong had been the one left shaken.
Even so, not a hint of resentment rose within him.
“Aren’t you… uncomfortable?”
“Not at all.”
“Really?”
“So don’t worry about it for no reason. I’m fine.”
He said he was fine. What did it mean that it was okay for Hye-seong to like him?
It sounded like a favor. But there wasn’t the slightest trace of discomfort on his face.
“Actually, I needed confirmation. And now I’m starting to feel sure.”
“……”
Just as he said, he even looked pleased. Yoo Ji-ho chuckled, then pulled Hye-seong’s waist closer and embraced him. A familiar scent rushed up, tickling his nose.
As their chests pressed together, Hye-seong’s heart pounded again, as if drawn by a magnet.
This wasn’t a delusion—Yoo Ji-ho himself seemed overwhelmed by Hye-seong’s confession. He wanted to know what he was thinking. Yoo Ji-ho pressed his lips to Hye-seong’s cheek and gently wiped away his tears with his fingers. Then he leaned down and softly kissed his lips.
Before he knew it, his back was against the bed again. Hye-seong closed his eyes tightly as he accepted the kiss, the pounding of his heart deafening in his own ears.
“This probably isn’t what you want to hear right now…”
“……”
“But ever since you said that, I’ve been so hard it almost hurts.”
Yoo Ji-ho undid the robe wrapped around himself. He lifted the robe covering Hye-seong’s body and pressed his cock against the entrance.
“Ah…!”
Hye-seong twisted his waist and flinched. As expected, the entrance refused to yield, tight as ever. Yoo Ji-ho knew this would happen, yet he grew impatient, pushing insistently.
“Ngh, it hurts…!”
“God, I want in… Fuck…”
Hye-seong, holding his breath, stared at him with wide eyes.
Yoo Ji-ho, frantically searching for lube and finding none, furrowed his brows in irritation. A vein faintly pulsed on his forehead—he was clearly desperate. Hye-seong wondered why he was so aroused without even doing anything.
“……Huh?”
And then Hye-seong froze, even forgetting to breathe, at what Yoo Ji-ho did next. Yoo Ji-ho slowly lowered his head between Hye-seong’s legs.
“H-Hold on, n-no! Stop!”
Hye-seong shook his head in resistance, but Yoo Ji-ho’s hand pressed firmly against the back of his knee, folding his body nearly in half until his ass lifted off the bed.
“Ah, ahhh!”
No matter how much Hye-seong thrashed his legs, Yoo Ji-ho buried his lips between his white thighs.
Pressing his lips first to the soft perineum, he didn’t hesitate to slide down lower. The moment his supple tongue touched the dry entrance, Hye-seong gasped in shock.
“Ah, ahh, haa!”
Yoo Ji-ho’s lips covered the tightly closed entrance, licking it broadly before sucking hard. Then he slowly pushed his tongue inside, each lick coaxing the hole to loosen slightly.
Yoo Ji-ho was completely focused on sucking the entrance, his brows knitted in concentration.
The first time Yoo Ji-ho had parted his lips and slipped his tongue inside, Hye-seong had been startled at first, but soon his body had relaxed, his mouth opening to accept him. It felt the same now.
“Ah, nng, ahh…”
Even as the pressure on his legs lessened, his limp thighs fell open. Hye-seong’s thighs trembled slightly, and the moans escaping his lips changed in pitch.
“Nng, ah, haa! Please, stop…!”
“Haa…”
Yoo Ji-ho pulled away, his lips glistening, and let out a heated moan.
The dry entrance, once shut tight, was now wet and twitching open. The pink, glistening hole looked soft enough to melt just from looking at it. He knew how good it would feel to bury his cock inside to the root.
“Ah! I don’t like this, hng, ahh!”
But instead of his cock, Yoo Ji-ho pressed his lips there again. The veins on the back of his hand, gripping Hye-seong’s thrashing thighs, stood out sharply.
He had never once imagined he could feel pleasure from sucking someone else’s ass. Yet licking Hye-seong’s hidden place brought an unexpected, intense arousal. He could probably come just from this.
“Ah, fuck…”
“Ah, nng…”
“I guess I’m the kind of guy who gets off on sucking another man’s hole.”
