Kyungwoo, who had been looking around inside the convenience store, approached an employee organizing items nearby. As he did so, he pointed toward where Jaeha was through the transparent window. The employee glanced at Jaeha and immediately bowed their head. Watching the employee disappear between the shelves with shoulders slightly trembling, Jaeha let out a hollow laugh.
“You go on about privacy, but then you blab to everyone in the neighborhood. How thick-skinned can you get?”
As soon as Kyungwoo got in the car after paying, he tossed a small box at Jaeha. It was a cheap brand commonly found in convenience stores.
“Is this your taste?”
Jaeha, who was about to ask if this wasn’t too cheap a choice for a chaebol heir, opened his eyes again when he saw the size marked on the box.
Kyungwoo, who had fastened his seatbelt, sneered at Jaeha.
“The employee recommended it.”
Pfft. Even after being subjected to both sexual harassment and contempt, Kyungwoo remained calm, as if he felt no sense of humiliation.
“You got that recommendation and you’re not bothered at all?”
“You’re just a moron who’s never even used a protector because of your dwarfism complex, so there’s no reason for me to feel bad.”
“Damn bastard!”
In an instant, heat rushed to Jaeha’s face. He wanted to go to the employee who had been looking at him with pitying eyes since earlier and explain that it was all a malicious prank.
“The smaller ones only came in strawberry flavor. Should I go buy that instead?”
At the calm question, Jaeha gripped the steering wheel with such force it might break. In that state, he glared forward before starting the car. He threw the box he was holding back at the bastard sitting next to him.
“If you prefer doing it raw, be my guest. I’m fine with it.”
Kyungwoo, who picked up the box that had fallen on his thigh and tossed it to the back seat, answered indifferently.
“It’s funny how someone who goes on about manners throws away the most important manner of all.”
And then he lumped all Korean men together again.
“Such inflated pride over something trivial. Every guy here is like that. I thought you might be different. Tsk.”
At this point, adding that he’d actually prepared something separately and was just teasing him would only sound pathetic. It would be better to show him the real thing he’d prepared. Still, he added a feeble protest to the broad discriminatory statement.
“You’re one of the guys here too.”
“I know. But I have global manners.”
Global manners? Jaeha checked the side mirror. The sleek face reflected in the small mirror was expressionless. But even when their eyes met, there was an awkwardness in how he didn’t acknowledge it. In turn, Jaeha’s mood also became strangely peculiar.
“There was a luxury brand. Do you use that kind too?”
“You’ll find out when we get there.”
“I see.”
Somehow, his foot pressing the accelerator gained strength. The powerful large SUV drove smoothly along Jeju Island’s coastal road.
The place they arrived at following the navigation was a massive coastal resort with dozens of private villas. Check-in was already done, so Jaeha parked the car right in front of the villa.
The two-story standalone building faced a wide lawn and fountain. The first floor had a kitchen, private movie theater, and a recreation room equipped with ping-pong and pool tables, with a dining room and living room positioned toward the sea at the back. Going up the stairs that split to both sides from the center door led to two lounges and bedrooms.
Kyungwoo went up the right staircase. Jaeha naturally followed behind him with the luggage. Upon reaching the second floor, Kyungwoo pointed to the opposite end.
“That side’s empty.”
“So?”
He had no intention of using a different room.
“We’re going to use the same bed anyway.”
When Jaeha questioned the necessity of unnecessary information, Kyungwoo hesitated.
“Do as you please.”
The bedroom, which showed no signs of use, was large enough for an entire family to use. Next to a bed larger than most large carpets was a table set for two, and beyond that was a white-painted wood window with hinges in the middle.
Slide.
When he pushed the white wood window to the side, a terrace meticulously finished with large glass windows was revealed. Beyond that was nothing but endless waves.
The sun had passed its zenith quite some time ago. Still, there was a long way to go before it fell below the horizon. Since he’d only been dragged around indoors, he hadn’t sweated, but Jaeha unhesitatingly removed the shirt he was wearing.
As his body was revealed—one that had earned the envy of many for being naturally blessed with beautifully attached muscles—Kyungwoo’s eyes, which had been watching Jaeha while leaning his shoulder slightly against the doorframe, narrowed further.
“Let’s shower quickly.”
“It’s still daytime.”
“You’ve been saying meaningless things since earlier. What’s wrong?”
He hung the shirt on the back of a nearby chair.
“There’s a bathroom over there too, right? You use this one.”
“Why should I?”
“Or should we shower together? I’m fine with that too.”
The other’s expression hardened. Jaeha smiled wickedly and brought his lips to his ear.
“Do you like doing it while the water’s running?”
With a low curse, Kyungwoo moved away from Jaeha. He set aside his worry about having a fight. Flipping Jaeha off, he entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Without washing his hair, he finished showering and returned to the bedroom with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He opened his bag, took out what he’d prepared in advance, and placed it on the table stand next to the bed. Six silver foil packages with flashy logos engraved on them and a tube containing transparent gel.
While he was briefly contemplating whether to close the wooden shutters, the powder room door opened. Kyungwoo, wearing a thick dark brown bathrobe, had a towel covering his wet hair.
“Why did you wash your hair?”
“Hm?”
He seemed not to understand the question itself.
“We’re about to do it, but the pillow will get wet.”
“I didn’t think of that.”
“It’s not like you’re a student in your first relationship.”
At that, Kyungwoo’s eyes sharpened.
“I made a mistake because, unlike someone, I’ve never indulgently had a bed-in from broad daylight.”
It was meant to be a counterattack, but it had no impact at all.
Judging by his upbringing and appearance, he must have had enough experience in this area to have a reputation. The surprising unexpectedness came across as quite charming.
“Your off-beat timing is pretty cute.”
He was sincere. But the other person cringed. Kyungwoo, who disliked the mood Jaeha was creating, chose to completely destroy Jaeha’s small pleasure. He took off the bathrobe he was wearing in a completely unsexy manner.
His naked body was revealed mercilessly in the beachside sunlight pouring through the double-paned glass windows. His body of delicate muscles, carved from the finest Italian marble, fell onto the bed as if diving into a swimming pool.
“If you’re going to do it, hurry up.”
He quickly settled in and called out to Jaeha. For Jaeha, who had wanted to enjoy ticklish conversation and intimate mood, the fun of foreplay dropped sharply, but instead, the physical desire from visual stimulation hit the upper limit all at once. The moment the thick towel wrapped around his waist stirred, his fingertips tingled.
“Where did the person who said let’s do it go?”
Even at the old-man-like tone, Jaeha’s body responded faithfully and he couldn’t wait any longer. He tore off the towel wrapped around his waist and threw it into a corner.
“Don’t make dying sounds.”
“We’ll see.”
Thud.
The large bed shook. Even though they’d just finished showering, the other’s body was cold. Or perhaps Jaeha’s palms were unusually hot.
The moment two pairs of eyes tangled, their lips pressed together. Along with long, firm legs opening, Jaeha sank into them.
*
If things had gone according to plan, it should have been a leisurely and peaceful Saturday afternoon. The Jeju Island visit was a pre-scheduled plan. An employee who was supposed to go with him was hospitalized due to sudden food poisoning, so he had to recruit someone else. It was easy to quickly find someone else, but somehow Seo Jaeha came to mind.
Having grown up in North America, which was no different from the 21st-century Joseon Dynasty that sharply divided femininity and masculinity, Kyungwoo was weak when it came to the needs of the female demographic. Therefore, a female employee absolutely had to accompany him. However, choosing Seo Jaeha when there were female employees with professional knowledge of food culture involved decidedly personal factors.
The desire to do it again. That personal desire to press skin against skin with Seo Jaeha and feel intense pleasure again.
He had always resolved physiological needs by himself. That time was the first he’d overlapped bodies with another person. The impression was so intense that he was occasionally overcome with heat.
While sleeping, while resting, or even while working at the company.
The fingertips that had touched him crawled all over his body like invisible snakes. The wet tongue exploring his ears and under his chin. The lips that caressed his neck and collarbone. The palms that embraced his clavicle and sides.
Jung Kyungwoo.
When that acrid, smoke-like voice whispered his name, he felt a burning sensation where his shoulder blades and spine connected.
Seo Jaeha had peeled away one layer of the lingering disgust and fear left by that revolting bastard. He planted secret pleasure on cold skin. The effect was tremendous and was on the verge of ruining Kyungwoo’s daily life.
So he used Jeju Island as an excuse to call out Seo Jaeha. To confirm whether the desire he felt was truly only for Seo Jaeha, he deliberately left Dohyun behind and called another secretary who had been waiting locally.
Throughout the time the SUV driven by a male with a pleasant impression headed from the accommodation to the airport, Kyungwoo struggled not to outwardly express the goosebumps rising all over his body and the dizzying anger and disgust. As soon as they arrived at the airport, he sent the secretary back.
Before the chilling feeling had completely subsided, Seo Jaeha appeared. In the car he was driving, Kyungwoo felt comfortable. The only discomfort was the dizziness in his own mind being conscious of Seo Jaeha.
The scheduled itinerary wasn’t that urgent, so there was no need at all to tour three hotel cafes and restaurants in just a few hours. But if he didn’t do that, it felt like he would book a room right then and there. He hadn’t realized there was such licentious desire within himself.
Seo Jaeha.
He was a new wind and a series of surprises. He made things Kyungwoo had never wanted to know before he met him become so curious.
That unhelpful son of a bitch who made him seek the bed in broad daylight without even knowing he was forcibly holding back. He was now dripping thick beads of sweat above Kyungwoo.
“Hah…… are you okay?”
“……Kuk. ……Don’t…… talk…… haa!”
Where was there room to speak? Even if he answered that he was okay, it wouldn’t improve the completely not-okay situation. And if he said he wasn’t okay, what would happen? It’s not like he’d pull out right away.
Jaeha wouldn’t be the only one with an expression like he was about to die. Even without a mirror, Kyungwoo felt he knew what expression he was making.
He felt like he would lose his sense of self, swept up in new shock. Jaeha, who had rushed in like a storm from the beginning, instantly destroyed the breakwater of resolve that Kyungwoo had built up in his own way.
Damn videos.
Damn experiences.
It was completely different from what the shy young man, the confidently made-up stage protagonist, or the middle-aged unknown actor full of regret had said. None of them could represent the dizzying sensation he was experiencing now.
“Kuk.”
“So…… hot.”
Jaeha reversed Kyungwoo’s inside and out, and slipped into the most secret part so smoothly it seemed excessive.
Only Kyungwoo seemed to find the union overwhelming. The man who occupied the top position gently undulated while frowning.
Whenever the wave that had receded rushed back in, Kyungwoo only let out dizzy moans at the heat that blazingly scorched his lower body.
