The late-season strawberries were perfectly ripe and deep red in color. While climbing the stairs, Seonwoo picked up a strawberry with his hand and popped it into his mouth. The taste was sweet and rich, as if syrup had been poured on it. It was so sweet that he didn’t want to eat more.
Arriving in front of Taejeong’s room, Seonwoo took out the key. But the moment he inserted the key, he felt something was off. When he turned the doorknob, the door opened just like that.
He could see the blanket sprawled out on the bed like a shed skin. He lifted it, but there was nothing. Seonwoo put the plate down on the desk and looked around the room. The window was closed with the lock fastened.
Did he leave the house in the meantime? Seonwoo’s eyes moved quickly. He tried to find traces Taejeong had left behind. That’s when he saw the closed bathroom door. Seonwoo approached the door and said,
“Are you in there?”
Just then, he heard a crashing sound of someone falling beyond the door. He grabbed and turned the doorknob, but it was locked. Seonwoo looked around, then brought the key that was stuck in the room door.
There was no guarantee it would work on the bathroom door too. He shoved it in for now. The lock turned in one go. When he opened the door, he immediately heard a shout.
“You crazy bastard! Why are you opening the bathroom door!”
Taejeong, standing awkwardly, was clutching his waist with his uninjured hand. Seonwoo immediately scanned Taejeong’s entire body. Seeing that he was dressed and his hair had no moisture in it, he hadn’t been washing.
Then what had he been doing inside the bathroom where no water sounds could be heard? Because of his excessive surprise, it was suspicious whether he had been trying to do something pointless. However, there were no sharp or suspicious objects nearby.
“Then answer me. You ignored me.”
“Hey, you… don’t you have any basic common sense?”
“If I had that, I wouldn’t suck a guy’s dick.”
“……”
When he mentioned what happened that day, Taejeong’s face turned pale again and he turned his head away completely, avoiding his gaze.
“…Why are you here again anyway? You already threw a fit this morning.”
Seonwoo tilted his head crookedly. He had just spoken nicely and left, so what fit was that? It wasn’t like he had actually brought scissors and torn up all the bedding.
He was about to snap back like that but stopped. That wasn’t what he came here for right now. Seonwoo spoke to the point before Taejeong could spout more nonsense.
“I ran into your uncle in front of the house…”
Seonwoo trailed off as he rolled his eyes for a moment. He was recalling the conversation he had with Seungho in his head.
“He said he’s worried about how you’re doing and to call him. Are you going to contact him? If so, I’ll lend you my phone.”
It was bothersome to explain everything that happened in detail. Seonwoo thought he had properly summarized just the key points. Actually, what he wanted to ask most was whether that person was a real adult he could rely on, but strangely those words didn’t come out of his mouth.
“…Why would Uncle come here?”
“I told you, he came to see you.”
“So why would he come now of all times?”
“How would I know…”
“Did you call him?”
The tone of his voice changed in an instant. Taejeong stared at Seonwoo intently with crazed eyes, then stepped closer.
“You called him to come see me turned into a cripple, didn’t you? Huh? You actually know everything, don’t you? That’s why you keep tormenting and bullying me!”
As if an invisible button had been pressed, Taejeong poured out incoherent words with a distorted face. His wide-open eyes revealed the whites clearly as they faced Seonwoo. It seemed like the rationality he had been precariously holding onto had finally snapped.
“To get revenge on me…”
“Hey, speak properly.”
That went for Seonwoo too. Without backing away from Taejeong who had come right up to his face, he pushed the uninjured shoulder with his palm. He put as much force into it as his emotions, but Taejeong didn’t budge.
“Who’s bullying who? Me? You?”
Seonwoo said clearly. I came because I was worried about you.
“Hey. Bullying is like punching someone in the face or kicking them in the stomach like you do. Sucking your dick? How is that bullying? I was doing you a service. You hate the sight of me, but you got hard right away when I touched you. You came readily because you liked it.”
As the scathing criticism continued, Taejeong’s face gradually hardened. His clenched jaw muscles were visible. It was difficult to easily distinguish whether the suppressed emotion was anger or shame.
“Look carefully.”
That’s when it happened. Seonwoo grabbed Taejeong’s hand and placed it on his own crotch. When a startled Taejeong pulled his hand away, he pressed his body close and rubbed his lower body against him.
“Stop it!”
Taejeong shouted and pushed him away. Because it happened in an instant, he couldn’t control his strength at all. Seonwoo, pushed backward, hit the back of his head against the bathroom wall. It made a thwack sound, not a thud.
Seonwoo, clutching the back of his head, staggered. Taejeong, more shocked than anyone at what he himself had done, grabbed Seonwoo’s arm to support him. But he immediately swatted the hand away.
“Look, I told you.”
Seonwoo pointedly indicated his center. It was in exactly the same state as before Taejeong’s hand touched him.
“No matter how much I rub against someone I don’t like, I won’t get hard. But you…”
Seonwoo trailed off, checked Taejeong’s lower body, then reprimanded him in a pathetic tone.
“Hey. I wasn’t like this even in middle school.”
“……”
Then Taejeong followed Seonwoo’s gaze downward and froze in that position with his head lowered. With his mouth stupidly open and his soul gone, he didn’t even seem to think of hiding it.
Seonwoo was looking at Taejeong like that with dissatisfied eyes. No matter how much he rubbed the throbbing back of his head, the pain didn’t easily improve. From the look in his eyes as he stared at Taejeong, one could feel the will of ‘how should I fuck him over.’
His contemplation didn’t last long. He slipped his hand right into Taejeong’s pants. He deliberately used his injured hand. Sure enough, he let out a sigh at Taejeong’s pathetic behavior of only pushing his head away and shouting but not being able to roughly grab his injured hand.
There was no need to pull down the pants. Even with limited movement inside the underwear, he could feel the half-erect penis growing completely hard. The reaction was strangely fast, but there was no way Seonwoo, who had no sexual experience, would know that.
Taejeong backed away and bumped his back against the glass partition. The strong vibration could be felt even by Seonwoo, but Taejeong didn’t curl up clutching his injured shoulder or make any groaning sounds.
“Hk, haah…”
However, while he endured pain pathetically well, he floundered helplessly at sexual pleasure like a middle schooler who had just hit puberty. The reaction was so intense that Seonwoo wondered if his hand was some amazing masturbation device.
As he approached climax, he pulled Seonwoo into his arms as if pushing him away just moments ago had been a lie. His cheek was crushed against the brace wrapped around the shoulder. The scent of bandages permeated with medicine smell wafted over, so Seonwoo tried to pull his body back.
However, as if he couldn’t see anything, he hugged Seonwoo even more strongly and wouldn’t let go. As if he couldn’t endure without holding onto something. The back that Taejeong was clinging to, especially the shoulder he was gripping strongly with his hand, felt like it would be crushed.
The heat transmitted from their pressed-together bodies. The panting breath in heat. The throbbing back of his head. Was it because of the layers of accumulated stimulation? Dizziness came belatedly. Just from moving that thing a bit, his hand was numb and he couldn’t move it anymore, only gripping the penis tightly.
If Taejeong didn’t ejaculate soon, it felt like his shoulder would break. Seonwoo barely managed to move only his thumb. When his fingernail grazed the underside of the glans, it was by no means intentional.
In an instant, Taejeong’s chest and arms compressed Seonwoo from front and back, choking off his breath. At the same time, his palm became soaked with wetness. As soon as Seonwoo realized Taejeong had ejaculated, he pulled out his hand. He pushed away the waist that was still trembling.
The hand that had been gripping his shoulder fell powerlessly behind his back. Taejeong leaned against the partition just like that and slid down into a sitting position. Seonwoo slowly caught his breath before opening his mouth.
