Dohae unknowingly spoke in a tone like training a puppy. His head must have gotten messed up from constantly being called a dog and being clung to with barking.
Dohae placed his hand on Pyeonghwa’s shoulder and pushed him away. He thought he’d come rushing back, but this time he obediently separated.
“Woof.”
Pyeonghwa grinned and barked lightly. Dohae’s cheek twitched microscopically. Dohae pushed Pyeonghwa’s forehead with his palm, then turned and opened the front door.
Thud.
He didn’t know if it was the sound of the front door closing or his heart beating. Pyeonghwa staggered and plopped down on the dining chair where Dohae had been sitting. Pyeonghwa’s face was flushed bright red.
“Bongsuk noona was right…”
Byun Taehui had advised Pyeonghwa that it was useless to act cool in front of Dohae, and to cling even more blindly like a dog than he was now. Even if he seemed to dislike it, he’d pretend to be unable to resist and accept it. Byun Taehui also added that if he made physical contact thoughtlessly and eagerly, Dohae would gradually get used to it and could move to the next stage.
“Ah shit… I’m trash. Our hyung is pure so he probably doesn’t think anything of it…!”
Pyeonghwa looked down at his bulging front with a tearful face. He’d gotten this hard from just one hug. With those pretty hands even touching his head, as a healthy man he absolutely couldn’t hold back.
He saw Dohae’s handkerchief on the chair next to him. It seemed he’d accidentally left it behind. Pyeonghwa picked up the handkerchief and buried it in his nose.
When he breathed in deeply, Dohae’s unique scent came deep into his lungs. Wouldn’t it smell like this if he buried his face in his shoulder? Unable to bear it any longer, he put his hand into his pants.
“Dohae hyung… hyung, I like it… ngh…!”
Pyeonghwa imagined Dohae rubbing his genitals with those large hands. Burying his nose and mouth in the handkerchief and panting roughly, he unconsciously stuck out his tongue.
‘I want to kiss too.’
It would be his first time with this kind of thing too, so he’d be incredibly clumsy. Then he should take the lead and make him feel good.
In his imagination, he very skillfully licked Do Dohae’s red, plump lips all over, then sucked on his naughty tongue that only got irritated. Do Dohae opening his mouth like a baby bird and letting out pitiful moans was cute…
-Fuck, Noh Pyeonghwa.
At that moment, the imaginary Dohae’s blue eyes flashed sharply. It was a chilling gaze that made his heart sink.
Goosebumps rose from his spine, making his body tremble. As the sensation of ejaculation surged, Pyeonghwa unconsciously lowered the handkerchief and wrapped it around his genitals.
“Huk, huk, huk…”
Thick semen dirtied Dohae’s handkerchief. A sense of immorality washed over him, as if he’d defiled the pure him.
“Ah shit…, the post-nut clarity is hitting…”
Pyeonghwa flopped face-down on the dining table. If he found out he’d done this, Dohae might go beyond disliking him to being disgusted. He absolutely must not get caught. To capture the sensitive Dohae, the skill of gradually wearing him down was most important.
“I need to practice.”
If Dohae wasn’t satisfied the first time, there probably wouldn’t be a second chance. Matching Dohae’s mood was more difficult than passing through the eye of a needle, so constant effort was needed.
Pyeonghwa changed Dohae’s name saved in his phone. It was to find his initial resolve every time he got contact from him.
[Hyung left your handkerchief behind, can I keep this? ><]
[♡Master♡: ㅇ]
“Alright.”
Side dish no. 1, no, treasure no. 1 was obtained. Pyeonghwa ran to the bathroom to wash the handkerchief clean, and carefully hung it on the sunny veranda. While pledging to only use it once a day for conscience’s sake.
*
“This bastard is using sunbae like ChatGPT right now.”
“Huh? ChatGPT?”
“Recommend perfume that adults use, pick out a mature-feeling date outfit, pick out shoes, pick out a watch, plan a date course… Ha, has sunbae been granting all of this until now?”
“I thought Pyeonghwa was opening his heart to me. I guess not. Haha!”
“If you just let yourself get pushed around like this, you’ll never be able to control Noh Pyeonghwa. This bastard, fuck, he’s really a psycho.”
“Really? What should I do to control him?”
“…”
No method came to mind. It was because he was someone common sense didn’t work on. Bae Sinhyo sighed “Haah” and ruffled his own hair.
The good-natured Yoon Gyeom just laughed even knowing he’d been used by Noh Pyeonghwa. He seemed to have half-given up on recruiting Noh Pyeonghwa. After Luckis suffered two consecutive crushing defeats in practice matches recently, his motivation seemed to have been greatly dampened.
There was barely a week left until the Championship player registration deadline. To change Noh Pyeonghwa’s mind within that time, he had to use any method. Bae Sinhyo decided to pull out his last card.
“Being a coach really isn’t easy. I didn’t know there’d be this much to worry about. We spent too much of the budget on recruiting players, so we’re short on additional personnel too. I’m in a state of mind to borrow even a cat’s paw.”
“What about the club owner?”
“He’s already washed his hands of it. I think he’s planning to disband the club after the Championship ends.”
“What if I have a way to bring in Noh Pyeonghwa?”
“In this situation, even if Pyeonghwa comes, I don’t think things will change much with just one person. Our team atmosphere is really bad.”
“I know. The rumors about cursing and fighting during matches spread everywhere.”
“Haah…”
Thinking about the Luckis players made him sigh automatically. Since there were so few players trying to sign contracts, he had no choice but to add even the budget that should have gone to hiring coaches, managers, and trainers to player recruitment. What he gathered like that was six players including substitutes.
Was it because he prioritized skill above all? Uniting players with distinct personalities and opinions into one was quite an arduous task. He thought they’d become close if they lived together and shared hardships, but that was too naive thinking.
Some noticed that the team wouldn’t function without them and acted even more selfishly, and they were busy badmouthing and fighting each other even in front of Yoon Gyeom. The team members’ relationships got progressively worse and were currently split 3 to 3.
When he held individual meetings, players would cry and reflect and promise to prevent recurrence, but the next day they’d return to their original state. Even Yoon Gyeom, who would usually understand and let things slide nicely, was so fed up he considered whether to subjugate them by force.
“The kids are young so they’re full of youthful vigor. Only Bora is twenty-nine, and the other kids range from twenty to twenty-two.”
“Youthful vigor? Don’t make me laugh. We have a nineteen-year-old on our team and he’s not like that. It’s because sunbae is too lenient that they’re climbing all over you. Just stomp them down. Those bastards aren’t even worth one punch…”
“Do that young player’s parents also contact the coach every day?”
“What?”
“I’m even invited to the parents’ group chat… hahaha!”
Yoon Gyeom let out a soulless laugh as if enlightened. The parents came to the training camp two or three times a week with snacks and inspected the facilities with sharp eyes, and even called to complain about trivial matters like their hand getting scraped and injured during training. Yoon Gyeom had to repeatedly bow and say he was sorry, he’d do better, please trust him…
“Ah, fuck! I feel like I’m going to die from a fire disease because of sunbae! The man who used to stab monsters so well, why the hell are you living like that! Ugh!”
Bae Sinhyo shouted while pounding his large chest with pot-lid-like hands. His blood-red eyes flashed with killing intent. If it were an ordinary person, their legs would have gone weak and they couldn’t have moved, but Yoon Gyeom just smiled and pushed the strawberry smoothie toward him. Bae Sinhyo gulped down the remaining strawberry smoothie.
“Ha… Noh Pyeonghwa, that bastard, I’ll meet him once. I have a way to drag him out.”
“It’s okay, so don’t push yourself too hard. It’ll be uncomfortable to see Pyeonghwa’s face.”
“It’s mutually uncomfortable so it’s fine. And Noh Pyeonghwa, that kid, he’s ice-cold so he handles shitty guys well. And his skills too… whatever he does will be beyond imagination, so sunbae should just let go more too.”
“There’s nothing more to let go of though… of what?”
“Luckis’s image.”
There really was nothing more to let go of regarding that. It was a situation where the nickname Monkis had more search volume than the name Luckis.
Yoon Gyeom was about to ask in more detail when Bae Sinhyo looked at his smartwatch screen, then grabbed his hat and sunglasses and stood up.
“I got a call so I’ll head out first.”
“Sinhyo, if he says he doesn’t want to, another person can’t force him. And you shouldn’t get too buried in revenge either. It’s your life.”
Yoon Gyeom advised Bae Sinhyo who was turning to leave. He was worried about what would happen when the hot-tempered Bae Sinhyo met Pyeonghwa. Pyeonghwa also had a sturdy build by civilian standards, but he couldn’t even compare to Bae Sinhyo who was 198cm with a huge bone structure. He couldn’t help but worry because he remembered how he used to beat down monsters and people indiscriminately in Goehae.
“…It’s no fun without Noh Pyeonghwa anyway.”
Bae Sinhyo muttered so quietly it was barely audible, then strode out of the cafe.
“…It’s no fun without Noh Pyeonghwa anyway.” …it’s not fun? didn’t u push him out tho?