“Actually. Yesterday at the general meeting, sunbae said something like this. That it’s only me who likes you, so you and hyung have no relationship whatsoever. I did say… that wasn’t true… but deep down, I thought just a tiny bit that it might be.”
Yoonjo, gripping Seonwoo’s clothes even tighter, smiled palely.
“So I was really upset. But… if I’d known I’d hear something like this today, I wouldn’t have been upset. I should’ve shouted that I like hyung… I should’ve kept saying it wasn’t true…. I’m so pathetic.”
Finally, tears flowed from Yoonjo’s eyes. His cheeks, tinged with the red sunset, glistened as they became completely soaked. Seonwoo wiped away Yoonjo’s tears while speaking gently.
“Yoonjo-ya. If you had those thoughts, it’s not your fault but mine. It’s because I’m such a pathetic person.”
“Hyung… why would hyung be pathetic. I’m the pathetic one. I was the one who said I liked hyung first. Even though hyung said no, I… I kept saying… I liked you….”
“I’m sorry for making you upset. I’m sorry for making you think those thoughts were right, Yoonjo-ya.”
“No. That’s not it. I should have liked hyung more. Enough to shout ‘no’ when I heard those bad words… I’ll like you more. From now on, I’ll like you more.”
It should have been a happy moment, but he kept feeling breathless. Yoonjo moved his throat prominently as if swallowing his tears.
“Until those words wear out and disappear, I’ll like you more. Yoonjo-ya. So don’t cry.”
Yoonjo, who had been sniffling and trying to hold back tears, finally burst into tears at Seonwoo’s hand clasping his own.
All the way home, Yoonjo’s tears didn’t dry. The tear ducts kept overflowing as if the emotions he’d been pressing down inside were exploding. They soaked both cheeks, ran down his chin, and even dampened his knees. The entire time he got out of the car and sobbed in Seonwoo’s embrace, Yoonjo wished he could just preserve this moment.
The road home felt far too short. To remember the moments that kept flowing by so quickly, Yoonjo put strength into his eyes. Even though his vision was blurry from tears, he kept trying.
And the moment he crossed the boundary called home, Yoonjo held his breath at the voice reaching his ear.
“You said you remember well what I taught you, right?”
“Mm, huu… Yes….”
Both feet touched the ground and Seonwoo’s breathing could be heard a little louder. Their noses bumped, separated briefly, then bumped again. Yoonjo unconsciously closed his eyes and held tightly onto Seonwoo’s waist. A low laugh settled in his ear. Because they were pressed together without a gap, Seonwoo’s body heat could be felt through the thin shirt.
Thump, thump. His heart gradually beat faster. The pounding that kept thumping like someone who’d been running non-stop seemed like it would flow to Seonwoo.
“If by any chance, you’re scared….”
“I’m not scared.”
“……”
“It’s you, Seonwoo hyung. I trust hyung.”
Seonwoo, meeting Yoonjo’s clear eyes, approached while lightly holding his breath.
“I’m not doing this half-heartedly, nor am I doing this to test you. So….”
If you’re going to push me away, now is the only time.
Along with the whispered words, hot heat touched his lips. When Yoonjo slightly parted his lips, Seonwoo’s thick tongue slid in. Slowly enough to make goosebumps rise down his spine, it began to thoroughly stir the inside.
His toes curled reflexively, and at the sudden feeling like he might fall somewhere, Yoonjo wrapped around Seonwoo’s neck. A dizzying sensation traveled up from his toes. It was quite different from the kiss that happened when he was drunk. Unlike the first time which was only rushed, this was incomparably slow. That’s why it was more frustrating.
Yoonjo, who had been holding his breath to the fullest while receiving Seonwoo, barely managed to catch his breath in the brief moment they separated. Seonwoo, who briefly kissed him, lifted Yoonjo in his arms and let out a laugh.
“I’ll have to teach you again.”
Yoonjo, who had been trying to calm his panting breath, looked down at Seonwoo and said.
“This time… I absolutely won’t forget.”
Before he knew it, Yoonjo found himself lying on the soft bed and raised his arm to cover his reddening face. Then Seonwoo gently pulled his arm down and whispered in his ear.
“Keep forgetting.”
“Uh….”
As breath touched him, a ticklish sensation spread instantly. When he pushed the bed sheet away with his foot, a brief rustling sound could be heard. His hand, which had been caressing Yoonjo’s eyes, slid down.
“That way it’s worth teaching.”
Smooch— when lips touched his neck, goosebumps rose sharply. Yoonjo felt his toes curl reflexively and held his breath. Then Seonwoo laughed softly and left a feather-light kiss on Yoonjo’s lips.
“Breathe, Yoonjo-ya.”
“This… feels, strange….”
“Really? How does it feel strange.”
Each time a button came undone, the sound of fabric brushing against fabric sounded exceptionally stimulating. Finally the shirt opened wide. When Seonwoo’s cool hand lightly stroked his smooth stomach, Yoonjo flinched.
Smooch. As he kept his eyes tightly shut, Seonwoo kissed him. Smooch smooch. At the careful kisses like he was handling something precious, Yoonjo opened the gap just a tiny bit.
Ah…! Along the moistened lips, Seonwoo’s tongue filled with heat began to dig around the tender mucous membrane here and there.
When the tip of his tongue brushed the roof of his mouth, Yoonjo unconsciously gripped the clothes tightly. A groaning sound traveled along his throat to Seonwoo. At Yoonjo’s flinching actions, the snake-like tongue slowly swept even deeper places. Goosebumps rose sharply.
Before long, when Yoonjo fluttered as if suffocating, Seonwoo’s hand went down. Naturally burrowing between the shirt, he caressed Yoonjo’s firm abs.
“Wait, wait. I’m the bottom?”
“Then should I go on the bottom.”
“No… well…. For someone as pretty as hyung… wouldn’t it look better if you were on the bottom? Uh… I have a firm body too… and they say it hurts, on the internet….”
“Yoonjo….”
Seonwoo, trailing off, tilted his head crookedly.
“You must prefer me being in pain.”
“N…o! That’s not it…. Uh…. It’s just, based on social norms…. pretty people… well….”
Yoonjo, who was about to say more, let out a squeaky sound when his lower lip was bitten and sucked. The atmosphere that had broken just a moment ago seemed to heat up again. The cool air conditioner breeze flew through the hem of clothes rolled up, but it soon evaporated in the excitement.
Seonwoo’s hand stroked Yoonjo’s nape, then supported the back of his head to create space. Pulling up the clothes, he fluidly stripped off Yoonjo’s clothes. It was after Yoonjo, realizing he’d removed his upper body by himself while absorbed in the kiss, pulled his lips away again. He unconsciously covered his left chest with his hand.
“Haah…. The thing is…. they say tears pour out from the pain…. Since hyung is pretty, wouldn’t it be better if hyung cried instead?”
Yoonjo babbled incoherently, not even knowing what he was saying. He didn’t know Huiwon’s sex education lesson would help at a time like this. Yoonjo, squeezing out his brain to pull up memories from that time, continued speaking.
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt. Not today… tomorrow…. I’ll practice so it won’t hurt for you….”
At Yoonjo’s words, Seonwoo paused for a moment. Seonwoo, who had been quietly observing Yoonjo’s flushed red face, said with beautifully folded eyes.
“Yoonjo-ya. I’ll try crying prettily.”
Yoonjo, who had been opening and closing his mouth, covered his face with both hands. With his eyes squeezed shut, he muttered quietly.
“Really… you have to cry prettily. Enough to completely forget the pain….”
Seonwoo briefly kissed Yoonjo’s arm and let out a laugh. It seemed like he was responding that he understood.
***
It was a tender night, and therefore felt even warmer. Where Seonwoo’s lips had passed, red petals remained in abundance, and the body heat enveloping him was hotter than ever.
His whole body was pushed and pushed by the vibrations Seonwoo gave. He flailed about not knowing where to grab, but each time there was someone who held his hand. At some point their chests touched, and he felt Seonwoo’s large hand firmly embracing his waist.
‘Yoonjo-ya, you have to… hold on here.’
The strength in the hand he finally grabbed gave out, but soon after Seonwoo held his hand. His body shook roughly. Because his whole body was slick with sweat, even when he held hands they kept slipping. To avoid falling, Yoonjo put strength in his fingertips.
It continuously felt like something was filling him up. It was overflowing emotions, and also affection, and at the same time, yearning for each other.
It was such a moment, and a night that would never be forgotten.
Yoonjo, who had been in deep sleep, came to his senses at the stinging pain felt in his chest. His eyes felt nothing but gritty like they lacked oil. Yoonjo, slowly rubbing his eyes, raised his head at the touch brushing his hair aside.
“Did you sleep well?”
Seonwoo appeared with a gentle smile as always. As he sat on the edge of the bed, one corner of the mattress sank down deeply.
Yoonjo, quietly feeling Seonwoo’s touch, raised his arm. Yoonjo’s fingertips went past his chest toward his shoulder. Then he briefly caressed his nape. As if feeling somewhat empty, Yoonjo kept caressing that spot. Seonwoo bent his waist a bit more so Yoonjo could touch comfortably.
“Hyung, you really look like a celebrity.”
“As if I didn’t before.”
“That’s not what I mean…. Now that you cut your hair, I feel it even more.”
Seonwoo tilted his head slightly and caught Yoonjo’s hand. Then, rubbing his cheek against the palm, he asked quietly.
“Should I grow it out again to be less celebrity-like?”
“If it could be solved with just that, I would’ve put a mole under my eye.”
“That won’t do. What if you become a crybaby like Yoonjo.”
Seonwoo, who had wrapped Yoonjo’s body tightly in the bed sheet, immediately lifted him up. He kissed his left eye and smiled brightly.
“You cried so much yesterday too.”
