Choi Seokwoo’s voice rose. Wooyeon looked around again as if reading the room and closed the studio apartment door that hadn’t fully closed yet.
“It’s time for everyone to sleep now.”
“Ah, so why does this fucking bitch have to piss me off, piss me off.”
Choi Seokwoo yawned with his mouth wide open. Choi Seokwoo’s black shirt with a couple buttons undone opened and became disheveled.
“I told you to wait until I get a job.”
“Do I have to listen to everything you say? Really funny.”
“I said I’ll definitely pay you back……!”
“Bastards like you, I have to come regularly like this and remind you to even think about paying back the money.”
Choi Seokwoo looked down at Wooyeon with his hands in both pockets. Though not taller than Jeonghan, he had a threateningly large build. Wooyeon, still unable to take off his shoes at the entrance, took a few steps back. You couldn’t tell who the homeowner was. Ah. According to Choi Seokwoo’s words, wasn’t this house also Choi Seokwoo’s space that Choi Seokwoo had permitted?
“By the way, you haven’t been asking for suppressants lately.”
What Choi Seokwoo pulled out of his pocket was the suppressant Wooyeon had received from Jeonghan. The real thing, not a counterfeit product.
Wooyeon, who had widened his eyes, snatched the suppressant from Choi Seokwoo’s hand and looked up at Choi Seokwoo again. His eyes were full of wariness.
“Look at this guy. Who did you latch onto?”
“……”
“You didn’t buy that with your own money.”
At Choi Seokwoo’s words thinking of Jeonghan as a sponsor, a corner of his heart surged. Wooyeon just didn’t say anything, pushing down the emotion that rushed up with a heave into his throat. Whatever he said would be an excuse.
“How cunning you are. You acted like you’d never do sugar daddy stuff. I thought you couldn’t ask for suppressants because you had no money. I underestimated Seo Wooyeon, huh?”
Choi Seokwoo, who had grabbed Wooyeon’s cheek with one hand, held it and shook it. His plump lips gathered in the center were obscenely parted. Wooyeon looked at Choi Seokwoo with sharp eyes.
“What kind of bastard is it? Let me hear about it.”
“……”
“I’m fucking curious what kind of bastard made that pretentious Seo Wooyeon lie flat on his stomach in bed.”
He had no intention of telling Choi Seokwoo about Jeonghan. When Wooyeon just glared at Choi Seokwoo without answering while his face was being held, Choi Seokwoo laughed and roughly let go of Wooyeon’s face.
“Yeah, what can I expect from you. You’re so unlucky. Just ask that grandpa to pay back the money.”
“……”
“This fucking bitch has no loyalty, she wouldn’t put out for me.”
“Shut up.”
Choi Seokwoo seemed to naturally think the partner was an old alpha.
“This bitch got coddled and doesn’t know fear. Hey. You better shut your upper mouth. Bitches like you are loved when you keep your top shut and spread your bottom well. Got it?”
“Ha……”
“Do you think I couldn’t fuck you if I set my mind to it? I’m holding back for a reason too, so don’t talk back. It turns me on more when you whine.”
Choi Seokwoo bent down, picked up a shopping bag placed in the corner of the studio apartment, and handed it to Wooyeon. Wooyeon, who held the somewhat heavy shopping bag, looked at Choi Seokwoo with eyes asking what this was now.
“I prepared this for you to have a gooood night. For you to use handily on nights without suppressants. I didn’t know you’d finally latched onto a sponsor, but still, well, after taking some old man’s limp cock, there’ll be times when you’re not satisfied, right?”
“I don’t need it, Choi Seokwoo!”
Choi Seokwoo, who raised one hand, paid no attention to Wooyeon’s words and put on the shoes placed haphazardly at the entrance and went outside.
“Haa.”
Wooyeon let out a deep, long sigh. Both Jeonghan and Choi Seokwoo used words that weren’t immediately understandable.
Wooyeon removed the tape stuck in the middle of the shopping bag to check what was inside the shopping bag Choi Seokwoo had handed him. Inside the paper shopping bag was some kind of box. Wooyeon, who had opened the box halfway, immediately closed it in shock. Inside the box were a large-sized dildo modeled after a male’s genitals and a pink rotor.
“Ha, fucking bastard……”
Wooyeon, who had shoved the dildo and rotor back into the shopping bag haphazardly, opened the studio apartment door and went out. Just as he was about to climb the semi-basement stairs, open the rusty gate, and call Choi Seokwoo’s name.
“Sunbae.”
Outside the gate, it wasn’t Choi Seokwoo but Kwon Jeonghan standing there. Wooyeon hid the shopping bag in his hand downward and blinked.
“What are you doing here? You still haven’t left……?”
Dawn was breaking palely in the distance. Dim sunlight was illuminating the profiles of Wooyeon and Jeonghan.
Jeonghan narrowed his eyes, then slowly closed and opened them again, fixing them on Wooyeon. His masculinely carved bone structure entered Wooyeon’s eyes. It felt like time had stopped. Behind Jeonghan, large clouds were slowly drifting by.
“I couldn’t leave.”
“Uh……?”
A cool early morning breeze blew between the two.
“Today, I couldn’t leave sunbae alone.”
* * *
Wooyeon, who had entered the studio apartment before Jeonghan, moved busily and cleaned up the messy room. Wooyeon wasn’t heartless enough to turn away someone who had been standing outside the door at this dawn saying he couldn’t leave sunbae alone.
He could hear the creaking sound of the old door as Jeonghan followed him in. Wooyeon hurriedly shoved the shopping bag into the very bottom drawer of the desk.
“What’s that?”
“Huh? It’s nothing.”
Wooyeon stood up from his crouched position with awkward movements and fiddled with his own arm. Jeonghan’s eyes, still standing, looked around various parts of the studio apartment. It would be fascinating no matter how many times he saw it, right? After visiting Jeonghan’s villa, Wooyeon completely understood this reaction from Jeonghan. Living in a place as big as just Jeonghan’s bathroom, how fascinating must it be?
“Who was that person earlier? He left in a hurry.”
Wooyeon blinked rapidly and looked at Jeonghan. He knew the person Jeonghan was talking about was Choi Seokwoo. Wooyeon found himself detestable for brazenly pretending not to know like this. He should just say he was a creditor he owed money to, but he was deceiving Jeonghan without even knowing why.
“Ah, ah. Someone who lives in the landlord’s house……”
“Ah.”
Jeonghan looked around the room again as if he understood. Even to Wooyeon’s thinking, it was a flimsy lie, but Jeonghan seemed to have no further questions. Wooyeon became embarrassed even by Jeonghan continuing to look around his house.
“Just have a cup of tea and go. You can sit there.”
When Wooyeon turned around, Jeonghan folded and crumpled his long body to sit on the floor. While Wooyeon was struggling with the portable burner that wouldn’t light well, he could feel Jeonghan’s gaze behind him.
“Instead of tea, can’t you make me ramen?”
Wooyeon’s hand hesitated and stopped. When he turned around and looked at Jeonghan, Jeonghan smiled at Wooyeon while sitting on the floor. He had a face that should be pushed away, but absolutely couldn’t be pushed away.
“I’m not feeling well right now. Just have some tea and go. You too.”
Unable to see the face that would obviously be disappointed, Wooyeon turned around again. When he concentrated on the burner again, with a tadadadadak sound, blue flames lit up on the burner.
“That’s not what I meant.”
From behind, he could hear Jeonghan laughing with a pshh.
“I know that too!”
It was a statement Wooyeon had delivered plainly, but it ended up as if he’d taken it in a suggestive meaning. When Wooyeon turned around again and looked at Jeonghan, Jeonghan smiled again. With eyes like a man in love…….
“The ramen sunbae made was delicious. I thought I’d sleep well if I ate that.”
“What’s so good about that?”
“It was good though.”
He must be drawn to the taste of such junk food since he always ate only healthy things. Wooyeon’s heart had already softened as he recalled in his head the number of ramen packages left in the cupboard.
Wooyeon’s gaze stopped on the only pot where he had been boiling water to make green tea teabags. Having a cup of tea or eating one ramen didn’t seem much different, should he just make it? Wooyeon’s heart swayed like a reed. Eventually Wooyeon’s hand went up to the cupboard.
“Just eat the ramen and leave quickly.”
There was only one ramen package within reach. Wooyeon didn’t mind since he hadn’t planned to eat anyway, but would one package be enough for Jeonghan? Looking at that build, one package wouldn’t even be close…….
Wooyeon added a bit more water to the pot and shook in the ramen flakes and soup. As red foam rose and the water boiled, a familiar pheromone covered Wooyeon’s body. A firm body and arms gently embraced him from behind, and warm lips kissed Wooyeon’s cheek with a smack and moved away.
“Really pretty.”
“What are you talking about……”
When Wooyeon pushed Jeonghan away, Jeonghan’s body was pushed according to Wooyeon’s will. Yet Jeonghan was smiling as if he liked it.
“I’m happy. That sunbae is making me ramen.”
“Just go sit down.”
Wooyeon couldn’t understand at all. He couldn’t even get a sense of what kind of person Jeonghan was. Acting like a superior one moment, then wagging his tail like a large dog the next. When he put in the noodles curled in a round shape, the red water in the pot swallowed the noodles and bubbled up boiling.
“Unfold that table there.”
Wooyeon threw several folded flyers onto the small table and placed the pot on top. It was ramen without even the common egg added since they’d run out of eggs. When he turned the chopsticks toward Jeonghan’s side, Wooyeon and Jeonghan’s eyes met.
“Sunbae isn’t eating?”
“I’m not thinking of it.”
“Eat a little.”
“I don’t really like ramen.”
