“Wha… what?!”
He tightly embraced the body that had stiffened in surprise and buried his head in the firm chest. And he took slow deep breaths. His whole body trembled and he wanted to faint right away. He wanted to scream, and he also wanted to convulse and flail his limbs. His heart beat so violently that the area around his chest ached. His breathing became rapid.
“Hoo. Hoo.”
“Are you… crazy?”
The shocked other party stammered. At some point, Jaeha’s hands, which had grabbed Kyungwoo’s arms, tried to remove the arms clinging to him.
Contrary to that, Kyungwoo pressed even closer to him. Their two feet crossed and their knees intersected as the thigh muscles wrapped in well-tailored silk suit pants competed like blades with his thighs.
“Jung Kyungwoo. What’s wrong with you?”
Jaeha’s voice, which had recovered from the shock, hardened. The muscles of the body he was embracing bunched up even more firmly.
Kyungwoo, with his eyes closed, smelled the masculine cologne scent that was far from sweet.
‘It’s okay. I can still endure it.’
His mind became hazy and dizzy. But his heartbeat didn’t race beyond a certain level, and his legs hadn’t given out yet.
The view before his eyes, which he had closed and opened, went pitch black then brightened again. He neither cried nor fainted. There were no signs of a seizure.
“Hoo.”
Taking one last deep breath, Kyungwoo released the arms that had been embracing him. And he stepped back half a step. Though slightly dizzy, it was a satisfactory experiment and result.
“That’s enough.”
He must be quite displeased, but he wanted to thank him for cooperating. He raised his head, looked at Jaeha, and held out his hand. Seo Jaeha, who wore an unreadable expressionless face, clasped hands with him.
“Thanks for cooperating. There’s no special meaning… mmph.”
Kyungwoo couldn’t finish his words. Because Seo Jaeha suddenly pulled his hand, his body’s balance collapsed. That wasn’t all. Before his wide-open eyes, he saw closed eyes. At the same time, something hot touched his lips.
*Smooch.*
What covered Kyungwoo’s lips was none other than Seo Jaeha’s lips. Through the slightly parted lips that opened unknowingly to let out a scream of shock, something moist and hot entered. It was clearly a kiss.
“Mmm!”
Kyungwoo, whose mind snapped awake, instinctively rejected it. Until now, he had never had sexual contact with anyone due to psychological trauma. No sex, no caressing, he’d never even held hands. Of course, no kissing either.
An unfamiliar tongue slid into his mouth and groped the inside. Kyungwoo, who had never felt a living creature moving inside his mouth besides dead protein masses, froze in shock.
“Mmm.”
When his mouth was blocked, his breathing became labored. His slowly returning consciousness was completely shaken. He tried to shake off Seo Jaeha. But the two arms that firmly held his waist didn’t budge.
“Mmph… mmph!”
He twisted his head and barely avoided the opponent’s persistent lips. Then he glared at the bastard with eyes widened in shock.
“You, are you crazy?”
“Maybe… so?”
Seo Jaeha, who spouted maddening words, overlapped their lips again. This time he put strength in his jaw joint and blocked the invading opponent. But unable to overcome his rapid breathing, he burst open his lips again.
“Mmm.”
Jaeha, who easily overlapped their breaths again, delicately explored inside Kyungwoo’s mouth. This time too, the bitter and fragrant scent of distilled liquor overlapped.
The sensitive taste cells sucked in the scent of the human being named Jung Kyungwoo. The lips with a slight masculine body scent quickly numbed Jaeha’s senses. He was like a human brewed from the finest whiskey.
*Smooch.*
The wet lips separated with an obscene sound.
“Haah. Haah.”
The one breathing loudly and raggedly was still the shocked Kyungwoo. He couldn’t grasp what had happened to him, or rather, what Seo Jaeha was thinking doing this.
“You, are you gay?”
That was the only question Kyungwoo could ask. He must have sent the wrong signal without properly grasping the other’s sexual identity. Otherwise, this couldn’t be explained.
However, Jaeha couldn’t answer Kyungwoo’s question. He’d lived as a heterosexual his whole life. Even until yesterday, he’d had no doubt whatsoever about his identity. Even thinking about it now, he didn’t like other men. Women were much more comfortable and attractive. But Jung Kyungwoo was the exception.
“I don’t think so.”
“Then why?”
“Is that important right now?”
“No. That’s not it. Let go.”
Belatedly, Kyungwoo realized the situation he was in and pushed Jaeha. But the tall man who had wrapped around him as if determined had no intention of letting go at all.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
Flustered, he squeezed the arms holding him tightly. Though his eyes slightly crinkled in pain, Jaeha put even more strength into the arms restraining Kyungwoo.
“I don’t know. It just somehow happened.”
“It just somehow happened? That’s what you have to say? And if you did it, let go!”
“Don’t want to.”
It was a refusal mixed with playfulness. In that moment, Kyungwoo’s brain, which had crossed its limits, burned white. The sensation in his feet dulled and his vision became blurry. It was a precursor to a seizure.
“Let go… I feel like I’m dying… let go.”
Jaeha, who noticed the state of Kyungwoo whose consciousness was fading from fear, was flustered but ultimately refused Kyungwoo’s request. Instead, he supported Kyungwoo to the nearby sofa.
Kyungwoo, who sat on the soft, long sofa, immediately fell backward.
“Haah. Haah. Haah.”
The rough breathing he was gasping this time wasn’t from lack of breath due to the kiss. Knowing that, Jaeha loosened his necktie and undid several shirt buttons.
“Breathe.”
While supporting the back of his neck with one hand, he unbuttoned the vest with the other hand and also undid the belt. Even when he also slightly undid the suit pants button, Kyungwoo showed no signs of calming down.
“Damn it.”
Jaeha pulled over cushions and propped them under his neck and back. And he began to undress him in earnest. He removed the jacket and vest and undid all the shirt buttons. After completely loosening and undoing the belt, he also removed the shoes and socks.
“Haah. Haah. Ha. Ah.”
Kyungwoo, whose upper body was exposed, began to slowly regulate his breathing. Each time his chest greatly swelled and deflated, his tightly woven pectoral and abdominal muscles stood out.
“Phew.”
Now that he seemed able to live, faint color returned to his drained face. Kyungwoo ran his long fingers over his own face. Seeing that, Jaeha also let out a sigh of relief.
“Damn. I thought you were going to die.”
“Who’s the one to talk?”
“From just one kiss. Fragile bastard.”
“Son of a bitch.”
Jaeha, who stood up from his seat, took off his jacket and threw it in the corner of the sofa, then went to the bar provided in the room and rummaged through the refrigerator. He found a water bottle and emptied half of it right there, then returned to the sofa and held out the rest to Kyungwoo.
“Here.”
Kyungwoo looked at the water bottle being offered, then reached out his hand but dropped it down with a thud. In just a few minutes, his energy had completely drained.
“Stop pretending to die.”
“Crazy bastard. Don’t you see I really almost died?”
His voice had already become slightly hoarse. His eyes stung at how shocking it had been.
Jaeha, who felt guilty, perched his butt next to Kyungwoo. And he grabbed the limp arm and propped up the collapsed man.
Kyungwoo, exhausted like a sprinter who had run at full speed, brought the cold water bottle to his lips as soon as it touched his hand. Unable to drink properly, he moistened his dry mouth with half a sip.
“Phew.”
As he lowered his dizzy head and took another sip, he felt a stinging gaze.
When he raised his chin while keeping the water bottle to his lips to drink water and glanced sideways, Jaeha looking this way came into view. His gaze was directed at Kyungwoo’s lips and chin. And he stared intently at his Adam’s apple moving as the water went down his throat.
“Pervert bastard. Stop looking.”
He expressed displeasure. Seo Jaeha, perhaps embarrassed, turned his head while interlacing his long fingers loosely like a volleyball player.
“Because you suddenly hugged me.”
“You call that an excuse? Does everyone who hugs you get kissed without question?”
“That’s not it.”
Seo Jaeha, who had been looking at his toes, continued with a subtle accusatory tone while glancing sideways.
“You’re the one who caught the person trying to leave, who brought him to the hotel. Jung Kyungwoo, you’re also the one who suddenly hugged and rubbed your body against him, so why should I be unilaterally blamed for just one kiss?”
“That’s…!”
Kyungwoo tried to retort asking if he would have wanted his first kiss to be with a man, and moreover an annoying son of a bitch, then shut his mouth. It was only embarrassing for himself.
“I think it’s my turn to ask. Why did you suddenly hug me?”
“That’s… no comment.”
It was a secret more dangerous than the first kiss. Realizing that continuing the conversation would ultimately be disadvantageous to him, Kyungwoo started fixing his appearance first.
“You’re just going to use me as you please and let it pass?”
“The nuance is unpleasant.”
Kyungwoo glared at Jaeha. While doing so, he tried to button his disheveled shirt but his fingertips trembled so it didn’t work properly.
“Damn it.”
He felt so miserable and pathetic trembling in surprise from just one kiss. He bit down hard and tried to button it again.
“Hey.”
*Smack.*
He harshly struck the approaching opponent’s hand with the back of his hand.
“Where do you think you’re touching?”
Kyungwoo warned while clenching his molars tightly. Then Jaeha hesitated slightly before twisting his face again.
“Then don’t unilaterally condemn me.”
As expected. The violent prosecutor, suspected of having anger management issues, restrained Kyungwoo’s hand with rough hands. Just as Kyungwoo was about to strike that fine jaw with his other hand, Jaeha, who also caught that, knocked Kyungwoo backward.
Kyungwoo, whose both hands were pinned to the sofa, looked up at the man who created a large shadow above him.
“Always resorting to violence.”
“You’re the one who shouldn’t unilaterally make people into bad people.”
While adding a small curse, Jaeha lowered his gaze toward Kyungwoo. His eyes stickily scanned Kyungwoo’s upper body revealed between the open shirt.
“If you like men, you’ve got the wrong address.”
“I don’t like men.”
“Would you believe it in my position?”
“Honestly… I’m not sure. Really. It just somehow happened.”
Jaeha, who answered like that, also couldn’t hide his awkward expression.
“If you let me go, I’ll get you an appropriate partner. Whether an idol or actor, just say the word.”
“I don’t accept things like sexual favors. What would I be lacking? No, before that, why are you treating me like I’m gay? I won’t accept it, but if you’re going to arrange it, prepare a woman.”
“I never said a man.”
“What?”
“I said idol or actor. I never said I’d provide you with a man. Crazy bastard.”
