They’d pressed their bodies together, rolled around, and even kissed semi-forcefully. He’d told him to turn him on, but Kyungwoo had expected him to roughly pounce on him and do vulgar things, following the typical prejudice one has about men. But Jaeha shattered every single one of Kyungwoo’s expectations.
With an utterly serious expression, he examined each of Kyungwoo’s features one by one. His fingertips caressed the fine hairs near his ears that he always carefully groomed, then his unusually long thumb stroked around Kyungwoo’s eyebrows and eye sockets.
It wasn’t any kind of crude behavior or lewd talk, yet Kyungwoo’s body temperature shot up in an instant. He felt embarrassed and ashamed. Sweat formed on both his palms. It was fortunate they were shoved in his pockets.
“I’ve been curious about this for a while.”
Jaeha slowly lowered his head and whispered. The moment that low voice drummed against his eardrums, Kyungwoo’s spine tingled. His heart showed signs of gradually starting to race.
“What?”
The answer he spat out right after swallowing dry saliva was incredibly sullen. As if to say, ‘You got a problem?’ He couldn’t help it—he was trying to hide his flustered feelings over Jaeha doing such strange things.
Given his personality, he might have counterattacked, but Jaeha just twitched his thick eyebrows slightly and quietly continued his question.
“Do you trim your eyebrows?”
“Moth…erfuck…”
What kind of grand question was that. It was such absurd bullshit that for a moment Kyungwoo spat out a cheap curse before swallowing half of it back.
“That’s what you’re curious about in this situation? Whether I groom my eyebrows like a gay guy?”
“I was curious if they were natural.”
He was an idiot for expecting anything. Kyungwoo couldn’t hide his irritation.
“My barber touches them up regularly.”
“I see.”
“If you’re that envious, I’ll introduce you to my barber.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
His interest had completely cooled, so Kyungwoo tried to turn around. He’d been foolish to expect anything different from a Republic of Korea civil servant who’d spent his whole life stuck to a desk just pushing a pen.
‘It was a pointless expectation.’
He needed to reconsider his idea of using his entanglement with Seo Jaeha to apply strong shock therapy to his trauma. How was he supposed to do anything with such an unpredictable and absurd person?
“Forget it. Let’s pretend today didn’t happen.”
“Says who.”
Jaeha grabbed Kyungwoo’s arm. By now, having his limbs grabbed didn’t bother him at all. Irritation was greater than anxiety. He’d made a lot of progress.
“You look so cold but you’re way too impatient.”
As he said this, Jaeha wrapped both arms around Kyungwoo’s waist. It was a posture that any adults with mutual sexual interest would naturally take, but it was far too unfamiliar to Kyungwoo.
The very fact of being held facing a man—not a woman—was so awkward he couldn’t calm down.
“If you know I’m impatient, then hurry up and do something.”
“This side needs preparation too. I’m trying to figure out how to seduce a man—and no less than the great Jung Kyungwoo—so don’t rush me too much.”
“I hope you’ll make sure I don’t regret my decision.”
“Of course.”
Jaeha twisted his lips with confidence. At the same time, he lowered his head further.
Kyungwoo’s upper body naturally bent backward. He couldn’t help it even if he tried not to. Otherwise, it felt like his lips would touch Seo Jaeha’s right away.
“It’d be a problem if you back out after agreeing to cooperate.”
Strength entered Jaeha’s arms that firmly held his waist. The posture was so awkward he could no longer keep his hands in his pants pockets. As soon as Kyungwoo pulled both hands out, he inwardly regretted it. Because there was nowhere to put them.
He didn’t want to embrace his partner like Jaeha was doing.
‘What could be more awkward than hugging each other face-to-face when you’re not even in love?’
That was more embarrassing than kissing or the relationship they’d have going forward. It might have been his American way of thinking. In any case, Kyungwoo didn’t like Jaeha’s movements as he carefully explored him.
Curiosity and desire filled his black-dyed pupils. Kyungwoo had experienced in a painful way the fact that his appearance had sexual appeal. However, he didn’t know specifically what part of him stimulated men.
“Why are you looking at me so strangely?”
“Rather than, strange, it’s more…”
The answer came in fragments, mixed with a languid sigh. An adjective followed but his partner’s voice was so low he couldn’t hear it properly.
Like someone enchanted by some mysterious potion, Seo Jaeha half-lowered his eyes and explored Kyungwoo’s forehead and bridge of his nose. His fingertips were unbearably sensual, like an actor absorbed in his role.
While his partner was taking his time, Kyungwoo’s patience ran out. Standing in the middle of this subtle sexual current, he felt like something inside his organs would explode. His fingertips tingled—he had to do something.
“You’re not manly. Seo Jaeha.”
Kyungwoo’s patience, driven by strange excitement, evaporated. Right after hurling that criticism, he took action instead of waiting for the man who was dragging things out.
“I’m not timid, I’m being care—mmph.”
As Kyungwoo grabbed the back of Jaeha’s neck and pulled him down, Jaeha’s words disappeared into Kyungwoo’s mouth.
*Smack. Slurp.*
As soon as their lips met, Jaeha pounced like a beast, as if he’d never hesitated. He gripped Kyungwoo’s waist as if to break it. Because of the strong hold, Kyungwoo involuntarily opened his mouth.
Just like before, a smooth flesh invaded through the slightly parted teeth. It boldly explored inside Kyungwoo’s mouth.
“Mmm.”
Kyungwoo couldn’t tell whose nasal sound that was. He hadn’t realized his nasal cavity could resonate so leisurely.
“Haa.”
The lips that had slightly separated changed angles and pressed together again. Unlike Kyungwoo’s stiff tongue, Jaeha’s tongue moved with complete ease. It would push strongly enough for their taste buds to tangle, then tickle the sensitive area where the molars and palate connect.
Along with warm body heat, saliva carrying the man’s scent flowed in together.
“Mmh.”
*Suck. Slurp. Smack.*
He’d never considered kissing a dirty act. But neither had he found the act of messily tangling red flesh particularly pleasant.
However, the longer the kiss with Seo Jaeha went on, and the deeper it became, Kyungwoo vaguely thought he’d have to change his prejudice.
The act itself of making contact with someone in the most private and personal area brought a thrillingly fresh sensation. A faint tremor flowed through his entire body.
The kiss with Jaeha was honestly… it felt good.
His partner, who had been strongly sucking on his tongue, finally separated their lips. An inexplicable sense of disappointment made Kyungwoo grab his partner’s shoulders. He wanted to kiss again before the tingling sensation disappeared.
“Do you need to show your dislike that much?”
He’d thought the atmosphere wasn’t bad—no, that it was flowing quite well. At Jaeha’s words, Kyungwoo firmly seized his softened mood.
As Kyungwoo’s face hardened, Jaeha’s expression stiffened in response.
“Do you have some complaint?”
“The complaint is yours, not mine. Your kissing manners are really fucking filthy.”
Jaeha twisted his lips as if displeased. The arms that had been wrapped around his waist were already released. As Jaeha turned his body back, Kyungwoo’s hands that had been gripping his shoulders also slid down.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“It must be my fault for failing to turn on the great Jung Kyungwoo, Executive Director of Taeryoung Holdings.”
“You’re talking as if it’s my fault.”
“You got hard but you’re playing dumb on top of it. You’re one hell of a son of a bitch.”
Kyungwoo couldn’t even grasp what he was unhappy about. But it wasn’t like he had anything to feel sorry about. He had not even a speck of intention to please this crazy bastard who kept flip-flopping.
His hands that had come out went back into his pants pockets. Standing crookedly, Kyungwoo coldly spat out, ignoring the core muscles still trembling.
“Such a loser.”
At those words, Jaeha, who had just been picking up his shirt, glanced at Kyungwoo. Unable to contain his eyes full of dissatisfaction, Kyungwoo jabbed at him once more.
“If you want to pretend it didn’t happen, then do that.”
“No way. For whose benefit? Since it’s come to this, we’re going all the way.”
With sarcasm, Jaeha swiftly threw on his shirt.
“You make a big fuss while tucking tail and running.”
“You ordered research, didn’t you? When you show so clearly that you’re dying of disgust at this pathetic bastard’s kiss, what else would I get but more contempt if I continued?”
Disliked the kiss? Kyungwoo was a bit surprised by his words. If he’d disliked it, pushing him away wouldn’t have been enough—he would have fed him a light hook to the face. But he didn’t know why he thought that way. However, even if his mouth was torn, he didn’t want to directly say that the kiss had been pretty damn good.
“I look forward to your efforts.”
Kyungwoo consoled him half-heartedly, as if encouraging an employee who’d made a mistake.
“You know very well you’re a son of a bitch, Jung Kyungwoo.”
“Of course.”
When he smiled slightly, Jaeha glared at Kyungwoo as if he really wanted to strangle him, then immediately left the room.
*Click.*
The moment the door closed. Tension he hadn’t even known was there released all at once and his knees wobbled.
“Damn it.”
Kyungwoo threw his body onto the long sofa, supporting himself with his hand on a nearby sofa back.
Though he’d impulsively drawn him in, Seo Jaeha’s presence was too much. Every time he dealt with him, it felt like all the energy in his body was being drained.
“Haa.”
Letting out a long sigh toward the air, Kyungwoo traced his lips, still warm with heat, with his fingers. Inside his mouth, he could still feel a faint foreign sensation.
“This is really insane.”
He couldn’t even begin to gauge where this new phase brought on by momentary impulse would rush toward. As if avoiding reality, Kyungwoo squeezed his eyes shut.
***
“Son of a bitch.”
As soon as he got in his car parked in the hotel’s underground parking lot, Jaeha spat out the curse he’d been holding in. And still being too furious, he ended up slamming down on the steering wheel.
“Just how far are you going to test me.”
The moment when he’d just been kissing Kyungwoo came back to him. While Jaeha had been trying to be considerate, wrapping his tongue, tracing his teeth, and teasing his palate, Jung Kyungwoo had stiffly frozen, just keeping his mouth open.
“Unless he’s decided to play the role of someone with sexual dysfunction.”
Cheap curses kept popping out. In all his dating experiences so far, this was the first time he’d felt so insulted. Jaeha was fairly confident in his kissing skills. Though this was his first relationship with a man, aside from the final stage, he didn’t think there was any particular difference between men and women in other aspects.
Kissing, caressing, and even sex. In every act Seo Jaeha performed, his ex-girlfriends had responded enthusiastically. Even after breaking up because feelings had cooled, there were quite often cases where the relationship continued lukewarmly.
The hardware was undoubtedly top-notch, and every woman had praised the software as being excellent too. Whether they’d dated for a long time or just briefly overlapped bodies. Because the praise was consistent, he believed his skills had objectivity beyond just subjectivity.
When he’d tried to seduce that crooked bastard, confidence in that area had also been somewhat empowering. But Jung Kyungwoo had completely shattered Seo Jaeha’s solid ego with just one kiss.
