Before long, Won-hyeok, still holding Han-gyeom’s limp, sagging body just as it was, sat him down on his thigh.
“No…… th-this, it’s touching…… hnng…….”
Han-gyeom instinctively tried to lift his hips, but Won-hyeok didn’t allow it. Grabbing Han-gyeom’s pelvis, he pressed him down firmly. As their joining hardened even more, a slightly hoarse moan slipped from Won-hyeok’s lips too.
“Ah, this feels so fucking good.”
“Hah, ngh, sunbae…….”
As if he’d realized resisting was useless, Han-gyeom threw his arms around Won-hyeok’s upper body and gave himself over to him. Won-hyeok gripped Han-gyeom’s waist and, at the same time he pressed him down, thrust his hips upward, burying himself all the way to the root.
“Hoo…… do you know how insanely good it feels inside you? Fuck, I want to stay inside here day and night. Hm? Han-gyeom.”
“Sunbae…… sunbae…….”
Now Han-gyeom called for Won-hyeok as if in a trance. The penetration grew deeper, the movement of his hips rougher, and the two of their bodies rocked together.
“Han-gyeom, ah, ahh, fuck. Han-gyeom, call me hyung. Hm?”
Won-hyeok said it as he laid Han-gyeom back down on the bed again. Han-gyeom, his eyes slightly swollen from tears, struggled to open them and stared fixedly at Won-hyeok.
“You call that bastard Do In-seok hyung just fine. Huh? Try calling me that too.”
“……Hy-hyung.”
A single word slipped from Han-gyeom’s mouth, though Won-hyeok had expected him to refuse several times out of embarrassment. At that exact moment, Won-hyeok’s body, which had been moving so fervently, froze completely.
“Hyung…… Won-hyeok hyung…….”
That one phrase pouring into his ears felt like it set his entire brain on fire. His vision shook, and blood rushed to his head as if it would burst. His breathing quickened on its own, and his heart pounded at a terrifying speed, as if wringing out even its last ounce of strength. His blood vessels swelled, and the blood rushing through them moved so fast it felt as though it might all spill outside his body.
“Uhh…….”
And in that moment, Won-hyeok came inside Han-gyeom.
“Haa…….”
Won-hyeok breathed harshly, like someone who had just sprinted with everything he had. Han-gyeom’s hand, which had been tightly clutching at his neck, slowly loosened and soon dropped limp onto the bed. Won-hyeok took in the sight of Han-gyeom’s sleeping face, then spread his legs and pulled his hips back.
As his cock slipped out of the hole, cloudy fluid followed in its wake and soaked the bed sheet. It was a considerable amount. Looking at the area around Han-gyeom’s perineum completely covered in his own semen, Won-hyeok pressed a hand to his forehead.
“Ah…… Do Won-hyeok, you fucking piece of shit…….”
Only then did it occur to him that he hadn’t used a condom, and Won-hyeok let out a despairing curse mixed with lament.
***
Every part of his body literally hurt. That was the very first thought Han-gyeom had when he opened his eyes. Staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, he blinked rapidly. At the moment, the only part of his body he could move was his eyes.
As he looked up at the stark white ceiling and seriously pondered why he was sleeping in Won-hyeok’s room, what had happened last night suddenly flashed through Han-gyeom’s mind.
He had come here because he wanted to clear up the misunderstanding with Won-hyeok, and then they had done that kind of deep, intense thing that lovers could do.
“…….”
Han-gyeom bit his lip hard. He was so overwhelmed by embarrassment that he wanted to crawl into a mouse hole and hide immediately, but his body wouldn’t move the way he wanted it to.
“Ow…….”
Bracing himself against the bed, Han-gyeom somehow managed to lift his upper body. Even that simple action sent waves of sharp pain through him. He lowered his head and unconsciously checked his body. He was wearing the same clothes he’d worn the last time he came to Won-hyeok’s house, and he was lying in Won-hyeok’s bed.
Han-gyeom grabbed the slightly stretched collar of his T-shirt and pulled it open. The moment he saw the reddish marks all over his upper body, his face flushed red again.
“I-I really did it…… with sunbae.”
Han-gyeom covered his mouth. It was already unbelievable enough that he’d become lovers with the person he admired, but to think they’d even shared something that intimate. Han-gyeom was drenched in emotion when he heard the sound of the door lock being pressed from outside.
“Uh…….”
As the door opened and footsteps drew closer to the room, Han-gyeom started floundering without realizing it. The doorknob turned, the door swung wide open, and the instant Won-hyeok stepped inside, their eyes met.
“…….”
“…….”
Won-hyeok, too, looked a little surprised, as if he hadn’t expected Han-gyeom to be awake.
“Ah, well, um…….”
The moment their eyes met, Han-gyeom suddenly became acutely embarrassed, and thinking he had to get up right away, he struggled frantically. But his feet got tangled in the blanket, and his body tipped backward, about to fall off the far side of the bed. In his current condition, if he hit the floor, it would definitely hurt like hell.
Han-gyeom squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the pain that was about to come, but strangely, nothing happened. Far from hurting, all he felt was a warm hand behind his back.
“God, seriously…….”
When he opened his eyes, he saw Won-hyeok, who had been standing by the door just moments ago. He had rushed over in an instant and caught Han-gyeom before he could fall off the bed.
“I can’t take my eyes off you for even a second.”
Letting out a long sigh of relief, Won-hyeok ran a hand back through his hair.
“…….”
“…….”
And in that moment, their gazes collided again from a much closer distance. Won-hyeok was looking down at Han-gyeom, and Han-gyeom, clutching the blanket tightly in his hands, looked up at him with sparkling eyes he couldn’t hide.
“S-sunbae.”
The tips of Won-hyeok’s ears slowly began to turn red as he looked down at Han-gyeom.
“You’re handsome.”
Han-gyeom had a tendency to blurt out whatever came to mind sometimes. It was part of the same trait that made him incapable of lying. And just as always, the one flustered by that innocent voice was Won-hyeok.
“You really are…….”
Won-hyeok covered the corner of his mouth and let out a deep sigh. Then he laid Han-gyeom back down so he could rest comfortably again.
“How’s your body?”
Won-hyeok gently stroked Han-gyeom’s hair.
“I-it hurts a little. My butt really burns.”
His waist hurt, and his legs hurt too, but the place that was by far the most uncomfortable was definitely his butt. That area especially stung as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and every time the skin chafed against his clothes, it burned painfully.
“Hmm. Um, Han-gyeom, there’s something I need to apologize to you for.”
“A-apologize?”
Han-gyeom’s face darkened at once. What could there possibly be to apologize for in this situation? Could it be that Won-hyeok regretted what they’d done together yesterday? Thinking about it, that was possible. For Han-gyeom, everything he did with his favorite person was wonderful, but Won-hyeok probably didn’t like him as much as Han-gyeom liked him.
It wouldn’t be strange at all if in the heat of the moment they had done something like that, and then the next day, once he woke up, regret and a sense of reality came crashing in.
“I…… didn’t use a condom yesterday.”
“……What?”
As Han-gyeom stared at him with wide, round eyes, Won-hyeok turned his head away as if avoiding his gaze. His earlobes were still red.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve taken care of it, but it completely slipped my mind.”
“Uh…… b-but is that really something you need to apologize for?”
“……What?”
Han-gyeom didn’t really understand. Why was Won-hyeok apologizing for something like that?
“Ah, of course I know that when you have sex, you’re supposed to use a condom. But I’m not an omega or anything…… so it doesn’t really matter to me!”
Han-gyeom said it boldly. To be honest, what happened yesterday had felt like a dream to him. It was the day he became connected more deeply with the person he liked. Never before had he been able to breathe in Won-hyeok’s scent so deeply or hold that body so close.
It wasn’t simply that the act itself had felt good. He was happy because it felt like he’d grown closer to Won-hyeok. So he hoped Won-hyeok wouldn’t say he was sorry. Won-hyeok might not have thought everything was wonderful the way Han-gyeom had, but even so, Han-gyeom didn’t want to plant anything like guilt in him.
“You…….”
But instead of relaxing, Won-hyeok’s face seemed to grow even darker.
“Han-gyeom. Can I ask you just one thing?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“It’s been a while, but do you remember that day? The first day I drank with you, Yubin, and Sun-woo together.”
“Yes, I remember.”
Han-gyeom stared into space for a moment as if retracing the memory, then nodded.
“That time…… I was supposed to take you home, right? But then you thought I was angry and went in first.”
“Yes.”
“That time…… I think I saw you with some guy?”
A guy? Han-gyeom thought carefully, then his eyes widened slightly. Someone came to mind.
Baek Han-seo. A brother only on paper, not related by a single drop of blood.
That day, Han-gyeom had been happy because it felt like he’d gotten closer to Won-hyeok’s classmates after drinking with them for the first time, but in contrast, Won-hyeok had seemed to be in a bit of a bad mood, and that had worried him.
He thought maybe Won-hyeok was angry because of him, so he apologized and went back into his one-room apartment alone. That was when Baek Han-seo, who had apparently dropped out of school and come to Seoul, showed up again after a long time. Back then, Han-gyeom had been struggling to cover his living expenses because of the money that had been taken from him.
“Do you remember?”
“Huh? Ah…….”
At what seemed to be a question about Baek Han-seo, Han-gyeom looked a little flustered. Won-hyeok missed none of it and scrutinized Han-gyeom’s face with relentless intensity.
“Who was it? It looked like he went into your place with you.”
Han-gyeom wet his lips. Even as he wondered why Won-hyeok was suddenly asking about that time from months ago—a time he himself barely remembered—he still felt strangely reluctant to talk to Won-hyeok about Baek Han-seo. It wasn’t as though he considered it some huge family history that had to be tightly hidden, of course, but Baek Han-seo was a very bad sort of person. It wasn’t like he and Won-hyeok would ever get entangled, but still, he just didn’t feel good about it.
“……Hy-hyung.”
More than anything, though, Han-gyeom didn’t want to lie to Won-hyeok.
“Hyung? Your real older brother?”
“Ah, well, that’s…….”
Han-gyeom hesitated for a moment. To explain about Baek Han-seo, he’d have to talk about his family situation, and caught off guard like this, he couldn’t decide how much he should tell Won-hyeok. But in the meantime, Won-hyeok seemed to have concluded that the man was Han-gyeom’s biological older brother, and with a slightly more relaxed expression, he nodded.
“So Han-gyeom has a hyung.”
The anxiety and wariness that had been rising on Won-hyeok’s face eased a little.
“Yes. I didn’t know you had a cousin your age either, sunbae.”
Still, Han-gyeom had already known that Won-hyeok was an only child. He’d learned that too by overhearing older students talking.
“Then…… he’s not a complete stranger, right? Not, like, someone you met through an app or something…….”
