― Yes. Your mother has no problems at all. Her condition is stable too. You don’t need to worry.
“……”
But Seonwoo had no reaction. Relief didn’t appear on his face. Leaning his forehead against the wall, he couldn’t come to his senses at all.
It was different from when he had been distracted elsewhere and unable to watch over his mother. Just until yesterday he had been in the hospital room, and he had just now confirmed with the nurse. Yet even so, Seonwoo himself couldn’t tell what was making his heart anxious.
“I’m just going to come now.”
Seonwoo suddenly jerked his body up. The nurse added words in a flustered voice, but he couldn’t hear them. As he got down from the bed, something hit his bare feet. They were shoes Seonwoo had never taken off.
Without noticing that, he left the room. The phone in his hand was still connected to the call. The voice of the nurse continuously calling for Seonwoo who gave no answer was pitiful.
It was when he had opened the door and come out, not even taking a few steps. A hand that suddenly popped out from the side firmly grabbed his arm. At the momentary reaction, Seonwoo completely lost his balance. His body tilted just like that.
Even while falling, Seonwoo tried not to drop his phone. With his fist tightly clenched, he bumped his head into something. It was so hard that his body bounced back to the opposite side.
Flailing ridiculously, unable to overcome his own strength, he plopped down on the floor. Still with his arm grabbed, he was in an awkwardly tilted position.
Seonwoo felt light dizziness and looked up. Taejeong, who had grabbed his arm, was looking down with a flustered face. The place where he had bumped his head was Taejeong’s chest.
“……”
“……No, fuck. I didn’t know you’d get dragged along like this……”
Seonwoo didn’t say anything. He just stared piercingly at Taejeong. But feeling silent reproach from that gaze, Taejeong made a clumsy excuse.
― Is someone next to you?
A clear voice could be heard from the phone. But Seonwoo was holding his head as if the dizziness wasn’t easily disappearing. As the voice continued, Taejeong’s eyes began to shake anxiously. The heart that could do neither this nor that was contained entirely within.
― Hello? Is something wrong by any chance?
But there were no signs of the call ending. When no answer came back, the nurse began to worry about Seonwoo. In the end, Taejeong reluctantly answered the phone.
“……Hello.”
― Ah, are you another family member? This is the hospital. Your mother is fine, so please tell her son to rest well. And to eat something……
The conversation continued. Taejeong couldn’t give any answer and just listened. After a while, Taejeong, who had hung up the phone, said.
“……It’s late today, so they said to come tomorrow.”
While doing so, he returned the phone. In the meantime, Seonwoo, whose condition had improved, first checked the time. It was late at night. It had been dark when he came home, so did he not sleep for long? As Seonwoo was gauging how long he had been asleep, Taejeong said.
“You were knocked out all day. You crazy bastard.”
It seemed he had slept like the dead for more than a day, not just a few hours. It was an unexpectedly deep sleep. From Seonwoo’s perspective, he had just closed his eyes and opened them to find it was now. He didn’t even feel like he had slept.
As he pressed his temples dully, he gradually felt his mind clearing. Sounds that hadn’t reached him until moments ago now stimulated his ears. When he turned his head, he saw firewood burning in the fireplace. No wonder the living room was bright even though no lights were on.
The nurse had definitely said so. That his mom was fine. And yet Seonwoo felt anxious. The crackling, crackling sound of the firewood burning seemed to be rushing him. He felt like he should do something. But thanks to sleeping his fill, he didn’t feel sleepy. The same went for hunger.
What could he do right now? What should he do to make time pass quickly? Seonwoo stared at the burning firewood, then turned his head as if remembering something.
“Hey. Let’s do that again.”
Still sitting on the floor, he grabbed Taejeong’s collar and pulled. Taejeong, who hadn’t grasped the situation, only stared dubiously at his caught sleeve.
“Do what?”
“That thing we did on the stairs over there.”
Taejeong’s gaze followed Seonwoo’s finger toward the stairs, then returned to its original place. Only then seeming to catch on, Taejeong swatted the hand away. As Taejeong tried to leave, Seonwoo reached out again. Caught by his pant leg, Taejeong hesitated and stopped.
“It was way better than doing it alone.”
“So what the fuck do you want me to do about it?”
Taejeong irritably kicked his leg away. But Seonwoo didn’t blink an eye and this time grabbed his calf with both hands as if hugging it.
“I’ll touch you too. If you prefer me to suck it, I’ll do that.”
“……”
“What do you say?”
Taejeong seemed to have lost his words for a moment. He just looked down at Seonwoo with an expression of unknown sentiment. Then he bent down and placed his fingers on Seonwoo’s hands. Even calling it grasping was an overstatement. The action had no strength in it, so it was hard to see it as restraint.
“……Why are you just doing it?”
Seonwoo raised his eyebrows. His look contained the question of what that meant.
“You did this shit because you wanted to know why I got beat up. But now you’re not even asking about that and just asking to do this……”
Seonwoo just blinked silently. A brief silence flowed. His gaze was still fixed on Taejeong. He didn’t agonize for long. The answer was simple.
“Because I’m not curious anymore.”
“……”
It was an indifferent voice. Seonwoo, who turned his gaze back to its place, moved his hands. As if Taejeong’s question didn’t matter at all, he was focused only on his own purpose.
Hurry up and get hard. Even though he didn’t put much strength into it, Taejeong was pulled along smoothly. The two naturally ended up sitting face to face.
Kneeling, Seonwoo slightly lifted his hips. He pulled down both his pants and underwear at once, enough to catch at about mid-thigh.
The exposed penis was pale in color and had a smooth shape with hardly any wrinkles, having no trace of being touched by hand, but it was limp. Despite being the one requesting sexual activity, there was no sense of arousal at all.
On the other hand, Taejeong’s center had already grown heavy even before Seonwoo touched his penis. When Seonwoo approached on his knees with his penis fully exposed, Taejeong gulped down saliva so hard his Adam’s apple rolled greatly.
“Give me your hand.”
Seonwoo, who had come close enough that their noses almost touched, demanded boldly. Taejeong only trembled his hand while staring intently at Seonwoo’s face.
Seonwoo didn’t urge him further. He took Taejeong’s trembling hand and pleasured himself with it. The sturdy hand had no strength in it compared to how it looked, so Seonwoo overlapped his hand on top and moved it up and down. Somehow it was less like sexual activity and more like just borrowing the skin.
He bent Taejeong’s hand round and rubbed his penis for a while. He thought he’d feel good quickly like when they did it on the stairs, but the response didn’t come as expected. With nothing to moisten it and only friction against bare skin, it hurt slightly.
Seonwoo stopped his hand for a moment and thought hard about something. Seeing Taejeong’s center swollen heavily unlike his own unresponsive self, he soon seemed to find the answer and led Taejeong to the sofa.
He sat Taejeong on the sofa and knelt in front of him. It was the exact same position as when he first took Taejeong’s into his mouth. Taejeong didn’t need to half-remove his lower garments like Seonwoo. Just by pulling at the waistband of his pants and lowering his underwear slightly, his erect penis popped out.
Seonwoo grasped Taejeong’s thing with one hand, which unlike his own had a fierce appearance. There was no sign of hesitation or reluctance at all. Seonwoo opened his mouth while holding the base.
His smaller-than-average head settled between Taejeong’s thighs. Seonwoo stuck out his tongue fully to wrap around the lower part of the shaft and swallowed the penis. The penis disappeared nearly halfway in one go. It was a method he had naturally learned from the experience of being brutishly stabbed in the palate and throat.
But he didn’t know other ways to stimulate a penis. To Seonwoo, fellatio was nothing more than the act of sucking a penis with his mouth. He couldn’t have known that you could also brutishly shove it in as if replacing the throat with a penis.
