Bowon exchanged names with the person who had invited him to the after-party. The name Jian suited his neat face well. Bowon settled into a seat next to Jian and sat side by side with him. It felt good from the start, as if he’d already made a friend.
And although he’d driven here with the intention of calling a driver, he didn’t plan to drink much. He was about to casually survey the atmosphere when the surroundings suddenly went quiet, making him turn around wondering what was going on.
“Huh? Seoheon?”
“Let’s go.”
“What?”
At Moon Seoheon’s sudden appearance right in front of him, Bowon’s eyes widened as Seoheon forcibly pulled him up.
“What about your after-party? More than that, what are you doing?”
The interior, which had been noisy until just moments ago, had completely quieted down as everyone stared at the two of them. Bowon whispered quietly, feeling embarrassed, but Seoheon, who had pulled his arm, just kept staring intently at Jian, who was sitting next to Bowon.
Receiving Moon Seoheon’s gaze directly, Jian awkwardly rolled his eyes and sent a look to Bowon as if asking for help. Only when Bowon pulled at Seoheon did he finally turn his gaze away.
“I paid for everything here.”
“Huh?”
“You can check with the Physical Education department president over there, and I’ll be taking this person with me.”
Without even answering Bowon’s questioning sigh, Seoheon spoke to Jian. Leaving behind the bewildered Jian who didn’t understand what was going on, Bowon was dragged out by Seoheon and let out a small exclamation.
“What did you just do?”
Bowon’s face flushed red at Seoheon’s behavior, acting as if he were taking away his lover in front of everyone. He had actually extracted his own lover, but he couldn’t lift his face, not knowing how he’d face his classmates from now on.
Seoheon, oblivious to Bowon’s feelings, said something else entirely.
“Drink with me.”
“Hey…”
“I was dragged there against my will. I didn’t even want to be there, and I wanted to hurry up and go on a date with hyung.”
There’s the hyung again. Moon Seoheon interlaced their fingers as if acting cute and kissed his fingertips one by one. It was absurd and made him laugh, but Bowon, who found even that lovable as if the rose-colored glasses were still firmly in place, couldn’t help but smile with a sigh.
* * *
Bowon, who really did drink with him, seemed to have a weaker tolerance than expected, as he started swaying after drinking not much at all. Even when they tried to stop him from drinking more due to his clearly intoxicated face, he stubbornly poured several more glasses down his throat and soon collapsed.
Seoheon, who had completely hoisted Bowon, who couldn’t control his body, onto his back, barely managed to move him to where the car was parked. Since he couldn’t just leave things as they were, he called a driver and was able to get to their destination, but Seoheon had to keep watching in case Bowon threw up.
Fortunately, that concern didn’t materialize, but the problem arose elsewhere.
“Mmm… give me more…”
From the time they left the pocha after drinking together, Seoheon had to secretly break out in a cold sweat at Bowon’s drunken behavior, demanding more alcohol.
“Oh my, your companion seems quite drunk.”
Even the driver who had come to drive the car commented while looking at Bowon. Bowon, who was definitely not in his right mind, just moved his lips muttering and groaning with sounds that made no sense.
It really was a good thing they’d left the after-party. So many students almost saw this state, not to mention the man who’d driven them here.
Making a resolution to absolutely never let him go if there was ever an occasion to drink in the future, Seoheon gently shook Bowon’s shoulder.
“You need to wake up. Let’s go upstairs and sleep.”
“…Mmh.”
He didn’t know if that was an answer or a sigh from intoxication, but seeing that he didn’t open his eyes, it seemed to be the latter.
“He shows no signs of waking up.”
He wanted to go upstairs together when Bowon was as clear-headed as possible, but in this state, he probably didn’t even know where he was. Setting aside his disappointment, Seoheon lifted Bowon’s upper body. His plan to embrace him with both arms and get out of the car spectacularly failed due to Bowon’s struggling.
“Mmmmh!”
Because Bowon kept pushing away and avoiding him as if uncomfortable, Seoheon ultimately had no choice but to let go of the shoulder he was holding. Instead, Seoheon laid Bowon’s head against his thigh. He planned to take him upstairs once the intoxication wore off somewhat.
Then, Bowon’s head, which had been facing outward, suddenly turned the opposite way and collided with Seoheon’s upper body. With his face stuck precisely against his lower abdomen, Seoheon swallowed hard.
Every time Bowon pressed his body close, his red lips, exhaling hot breath, were just barely touching or not touching Seoheon’s lower abdomen. At that precarious distance, before Seoheon, who was trying to maintain his composure, could stroke sleeping Bowon’s face, he had to blankly watch as a tongue the same color as his pink-tinged cheeks poked out and licked his lips several times.
Unavoidably, only Seoheon became troubled. At the sensation of heaviness below, he became needlessly anxious and unconsciously inserted his finger into Bowon’s mouth.
The moist and warm sensation transmitted through his finger, making Seoheon’s eyes sharpen. When he pressed down firmly on his tongue, he gazed at Bowon’s face, which was exhaling quiet breaths, as if appreciating it.
“Mmh…”
As if knowing he was tormenting him, Bowon faintly frowned and slowly opened his eyes. But he wasn’t sober, as his pupils were half-unfocused while he slowly blinked.
“Mm, I’m thirsty.”
“…Want to go upstairs?”
When Seoheon casually asked at the clearer voice than before, he shook his head no. Seoheon chuckled at whether he was still drunk and lifted Bowon up. Fortunately, he obediently got up this time, but because he stretched his hands forward and wrapped them around Seoheon’s neck, the position became awkward.
Seoheon, who embraced the wriggling and fidgeting Bowon, settled him stably on his thighs and kissed Bowon’s cheek.
“If you’re thirsty, we should go upstairs so you can drink water, why do you keep refusing? Are you acting drunk right now?”
“Mmh. Alcohol… yeah. Give me more.”
“Really… I shouldn’t let you drink.”
Even while clicking his tongue, at the feeling of his inner thighs throbbing, Seoheon exhaled a breath heavily mixed with excitement. Finding Bowon, who was only making him burn while remaining fine himself, cruel, he straightened his back and moved his lower body back and forth. His hardened member rubbed against Bowon’s buttocks in sync.
At the nerves standing on end enough to make his spine tingle, Seoheon gritted his teeth. Whether the arousal that had risen transferred to him, Bowon, who let out a shallow moan, pulled Seoheon tight and instinctively rubbed his buttocks. As heated breathing grazed past his ear, Seoheon slowly pulled his waist back.
“Haa… I’m going crazy.”
Seoheon, who wrapped around and held Bowon’s waist, pushed his hand inside his clothes. He secretly caressed the soft skin, stroking his stomach and back.
“Mmm…”
Whether it was quite ticklish, Bowon twisted his waist and rubbed his lower body harder than before. At that explicitness, Seoheon also couldn’t hold back and moved his hand more densely, sweeping over his chest. When he slowly rubbed the nipple caught on his fingertips and then weakly scratched it, it had already become stiffly erect.
At the sensation that made him burn, Bowon, who had been trembling and twitching, bit his lips hard. Soon after, his hazy eyes looked down at Seoheon, then he quietly buried his face over his shoulder and rubbed against him as if whining.
“Bowon hyung.”
“Mmh?”
“Do you know who I am?”
He wanted to reveal his overflowing desire without hiding it and strip off his clothes to obtain pleasure, but he didn’t want to harm him when he wasn’t in a proper state. If they were going to share this, he wanted to enjoy it together. He at least wanted him to recognize that the person in front of him was his lover, so Seoheon stared at Bowon fiercely enough to look aggressive.
As the husky voice, rough with excitement, whispered in his ear, the shrinking Bowon grabbed and yanked at Seoheon’s clothes. Bowon, who kept pulling down hard enough that it seemed Seoheon’s shirt might tear, suddenly lifted his head, gazed intently at Seoheon, and blurted out.
“Seoheon… it’s Moon Seoheon. …Ah, you’re handsome.”
Then he buried his face again and acted drunk.
“Mmm… I’m thirsty. I want to drink more alcohol.”
While relieved that Bowon recognized him, Seoheon grabbed his chest forcefully as if gripping it hard, roughly pulling up his clothes in displeasure.
“Ah!”
“Do you want to drink that badly?”
“Nnh… yeah.”
Now beyond excitement to the point of pain that squeezed and rampaged through his head, Seoheon himself became desperate and slightly pushed Bowon away before undoing his pants buckle. His member, already swollen as much as it could be, popped out. Having completely pulled it out, Seoheon looked up at Bowon.
Even though it was late at night and an empty parking lot, it would obviously be uncomfortable, but if he didn’t satisfy this urge right now, he would go crazy.
“I’ll let you do as you please, so hyung has to do what I want too. Got it?”
At Seoheon’s words, Bowon made a “mmh” sound without understanding. Seoheon took that as an answer to his question.
