- [205-204] Password: 101010
Beep, click. The sound of the door unlocking jolted Jeonghyeon awake. His consciousness flickered, but the lingering drowsiness refused to let him fully open his eyes. His heavy eyelids and foggy mind begged for sleep again. Before long, Jeonghyeon’s breathing slowed, and he drifted back into a deep slumber.
Thud, bang! A louder noise startled him. His groggy brain wondered, What was that? But sleep pulled him under again.
Rustle, click. Footsteps. The sounds grew clearer, jarring his hazy mind. Who is it? He stirred slightly, only to sink back into sleep.
“What the…” A strange voice seeped into his ears—or maybe it was the mattress shifting beneath him. Jeonghyeon jolted awake, blinking in the darkness. His body tensed as he realized someone was sitting behind him on the bed. Thump. Thump. Thump. His heart raced. Who is it? He racked his brain, but no one else had access to his place. He’d never shared his door lock code with anyone. A burglar? A robber? His heart pounded wildly, as if it might burst from his chest.
If they found out he was awake, what would happen? Jeonghyeon held his breath, his eyes adjusting to the dark. The familiar pattern of his wallpaper came into view, the texture of his pillow and blanket reassuringly familiar. Everything seemed normal—except for the unfamiliar presence.
“Haaaaah…” A deep sigh carried the stench of alcohol. The intruder was drunk. An impulsive crime? Could he overpower a drunk man? No—what if they had a weapon? His thoughts spiraled.
Gulp. He swallowed hard, but the mattress shifted again, making his heart drop. Had they noticed he was awake? His body stiffened as he heard the rustle of clothes being removed behind him. Each piece of fabric tossed aside sent a chill down his spine.
Why are they undressing? A robber? A rapist? Did they mistake this for a woman’s home? The thought only deepened his confusion. Should he sit up and shout that they had the wrong place? No—what if they panicked and attacked? Maybe he should pretend to be asleep until they realized he was a man and left.
His sleep-addled brain decided that was the best option. He lay still, waiting. The presence behind him drew closer. The blanket had slipped down, exposing his waist, and a large hand slid over his bare skin.
A shiver ran through him as the hand traced his waist. The touch was unmistakably male. The voice that followed confirmed it.
“Hng… Is this a dream?”
A dream? Breaking into someone’s home and calling it a dream? Jeonghyeon bit his lip, swallowing his anger. The man’s hand slipped under his T-shirt, sending another shiver down his spine. Endure it. Just endure it. He forced himself to stay still, hoping the man would realize his mistake and leave. But the hand didn’t stop. It groped his flat chest, then slid lower, teasing his sensitive nipples.
Jeonghyeon nearly jerked away as the man’s fingers brushed over his erecting nipples. His face flushed in the dark. No. Endure it. He bit his lip harder, leaving teeth marks.
The man pressed closer, his alcohol-laced breath hot against Jeonghyeon’s neck. The scent was so strong it made Jeonghyeon feel drunk himself. How much had this guy drunk?
The man propped himself up on one elbow, staring down at Jeonghyeon’s sleeping form. His hand and lower body pressed against him, the heat between them growing. The man lowered his head and pressed his lips to Jeonghyeon’s neck.
“Damn… This feels too real.”
What’s real? Jeonghyeon wanted to scream, but he could only tremble as the man’s lips moved against his skin.
“Hah… Jeonghyeon… Hng…”
Jeonghyeon’s eyes flew open. How does he know my name? Fear and confusion overwhelmed him.
Who are you? Who the hell are you?
He couldn’t escape the sensations—the man’s hand stroking him, his body reacting against his will. The shame of his arousal under a stranger’s touch burned through him. The fear of this intruder, who knew him, paralyzed him.
His brain, tangled in fear and pleasure, finally labeled the man a stalker. Shit. A male stalker. He cursed inwardly, his body stiff with terror. He tried to move, to escape, but his limbs wouldn’t obey.
The man’s lips moved against his neck, his breath hot and wet. His erection pressed against Jeonghyeon’s backside, and his skilled hand continued to tease him. Jeonghyeon’s body betrayed him, hardening further in the man’s grip.
“Hah… Do you like it here?”
Before Jeonghyeon could react, the man bit his earlobe.
“Hiiik!”
A jolt of pleasure-pain shot through him, making him shudder. The man’s tongue lapped at his ear, his hand stroking Jeonghyeon’s cock with relentless precision. Jeonghyeon’s breath hitched, his body trembling uncontrollably. The man’s hot breath filled his ear, his movements growing rougher.
Jeonghyeon’s resistance crumbled as the man’s lips and hands worked him over. The pleasure was too much—his cock twitched, pre-cum leaking into the man’s palm. His own desperate moans filled his ears, embarrassing him further.
“Hah… Jeonghyeon… Hng…”
Jeonghyeon’s eyes widened. How does he know my name? The man’s hand moved faster, his own body responding despite his fear. His climax hit suddenly, his cock pulsing as he came in the man’s grip. The man watched him with satisfaction, then finally released his ear and stopped grinding against him. He collapsed onto the bed, spent.
Jeonghyeon lay there, panting, as the aftershocks faded. The man’s breath was steady—he was asleep. The stench of alcohol still clung to him. Jeonghyeon carefully turned, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. The moonlight revealed the man’s face—the soft eyes, the full lips he’d seen every day. It was the man from 204, his neighbor.
***
Chirp, chirp. Birdsong filtered into the quiet room. Jeonghyeon sat on the bed, staring at the floor. The man lay naked except for his underwear, still asleep. Jeonghyeon had spent the night scrubbing the man’s cum-stained hand with wet wipes before kicking him off the bed. Anger, confusion, and curiosity warred in his mind.
When did he learn my name? Why did he think this was a dream? Did he always look at me like that? Jeonghyeon’s thoughts spiraled. He’d thought the man was just friendly, but now—fucking lust? Or did he actually like him? No, that couldn’t be. They’d only ever exchanged greetings. Hello. That’s all. Sometimes they’d descended the stairs together, but they’d never really talked. Wait—he did catch me when I almost fell on the stairs a few times. And he’d helped pick up Jeonghyeon’s recycling when it spilled. Come to think of it, we did run into each other a lot. And the man had lingered by the villa entrance, even though he didn’t smoke.
No. No way. Am I just being self-conscious? But last night, he’d called his name… Fuck!
Jeonghyeon glared at the man on the floor. How dare he? Even if he likes me, how could he break in drunk and do that?
“Hey!” Jeonghyeon shouted.
The man groaned, then fell back asleep. Jeonghyeon leaned closer and yelled louder.
“Wake up!”
“Ugh!” Thud.
“Ow!”
Pain shot through Jeonghyeon’s forehead as he collided with the man’s. They’d both jerked up at the same time.
“Ow… What the…” The man rubbed his forehead, then looked around in shock. His eyes landed on Jeonghyeon. “Huh? Why are you—”
“That’s my line!” Jeonghyeon snapped.
The man blinked, confused. He looked around, realizing he wasn’t in his own room. His face paled as he tried to piece together his memories.
“Don’t you remember?”
“Huh? No, I definitely went home… How did I end up here?”
Jeonghyeon’s jaw dropped. He really doesn’t remember? How could he forget breaking in? Unless… the door lock was broken? But Jeonghyeon distinctly remembered hearing the correct code entered. Unless the codes are the same. A chill ran down his spine. The man was so drunk he couldn’t even remember, but he’d still managed to enter the right code?
“You… You entered the door code last night and broke in!”
“Me?”
Silence hung between them. The man’s bewildered expression made Jeonghyeon doubt himself. Was the lock broken?
“No, I definitely opened my door and went inside. I remember that much. The tension must’ve made me black out after.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
