“Nice to finally meet you. How did you get caught by Kwon Jukyung? Oh, I’m Nam Junwoo.”
Men of considerable height and build surrounded me and each began grabbing and shaking my hand. Whether this should also be called hospitality, I was flustered by the expression of attention pouring unexpectedly. I’d been surrounded by noonas when young and received praise for being cute, but this was the first time receiving such an enthusiastic welcome from adult men my age.
Well, wouldn’t it be rare for anyone? It’s not like I’m some sports star or game player that men go crazy for. Since this was the first time for something like this, I didn’t know how to react. The faces surrounding me were full of curiosity. Their sparkling eyes seemed like looking at lower elementary school children seeing an interesting animal.
I didn’t know about low quality, but Kwon Jukyung’s words that my soul would be stripped if I was thrown in alone was an accurate prophecy. Because I really was completely out of my mind.
But only the beginning was bewildering—adaptation was easy. When Kwon Jukyung appeared at the dining room entrance faster than expected, without even drying his hair and somehow with an urgent expression, I’d already taken a seat, had a glass of wine as an aperitif, and had even dropped the formal speech between same-age people, saying let’s be friends instead of awkwardly calling each other -ssi.
When Jukyung came and the meal began in earnest, Heechan and Junwoo called for soju. Along with praise that soju was the perfect match for spicy soup, Sungjoon brought out bottles of soju chilled in the refrigerator. I looked at the green bottles coming onto the table with curious eyes.
Father didn’t even let me mention soju, saying it was something only poor common people drank. But I knew that he secretly hid soju and sipped it alone.
Since I was a minor when in Korea and learned about alcohol abroad, I didn’t really have a chance to encounter soju itself. If I’d tried to drink it I could have, but the scent I’d briefly smelled felt chemical so it wasn’t very attractive. It was the same while with Jukyung. Jukyung occasionally drank beer but was mainly a wine person.
But seeing everyone noisily pouring soju around me, it somehow looked newly delicious. I swallowed while concentrating on watching Heechan fill Junwoo’s glass. Jukyung, sitting beside me, poked me.
“Going to drink?”
“Uh, why?”
One corner of Jukyung’s mouth rose crookedly.
“Nothing. I’m fine with it.”
After thinking briefly, only then did I understand what Jukyung wanted to say. My face flushed hot.
I wanted to retort asking if he thought I went into heat whenever I drank alcohol, but I already had a criminal record several times. Somehow it often started with alcohol and ended in bed, so I had nothing to say.
“I’m just going to taste it.”
When I spoke sullenly, Jukyung raised one eyebrow slightly. An expression that said “we’ll see.”
My turn came and Heechan tilted the green bottle. I received it filled to the brim in the glass and first smelled the scent. As expected, it wasn’t very good. Whether I grimaced without knowing, Heechan stared at me.
“Why? Don’t drink soju? Want something else?”
“No.”
Since he looked ready to reach out and take it, I immediately tilted the glass and poured the soju into my mouth. My face scrunched up even more at the strong scent and sharply bitter taste.
Hmm…
But this… the aftertaste is sweet?
“How is it?”
Jukyung, who’d been watching what I was doing, asked with a somewhat amused expression.
“Better than I thought. It’s good.”
I answered while wiping my lips.
“Huh? What? Kang Doyun, is this your first time drinking soju?”
Junwoo interjected as if he’d heard something funny.
“Uh… just. It wasn’t good when I first tried it so I kept not drinking it. But today it’s fine again.”
I hastily made up an explanation. No matter what, I was too embarrassed to say that my father played at being upper class so excessively that he didn’t even let his child see soju. If I said that, it might cause the wrong misunderstanding that I was a child of a tremendous chaebol family, and then explaining that I’m currently working as an academy instructor and living attached to Kwon Jukyung would also become complicated. No matter how much we were hanging out acting friendly, we were actually people who didn’t know when we’d meet again, so there seemed no need to tell my story in detail.
Anyway, having started putting soju to my lips like that, I began enjoying the last supper with sashimi and spicy soup as snacks. Tomorrow we’d have to return to Seoul, and from the day after, the busy daily life would start again.
The kids I got along with were mainly foreigners, so being like this with Korean kids felt somehow new. We talked about school, talked about how the world was going, talked about work. We went beyond dropping honorifics and were already calling each other “this bastard” and “that bastard.”
Since Jukyung and I went from a not-very-close relationship to suddenly becoming creditor and debtor, then developing into sex partners, the feeling was inevitably different from these guys. I felt good as if I’d made friends on Korean soil too. It was just an atmosphere created by the alcohol and might change again tomorrow, but for now it was like that anyway.
I ate a lot, laughed a lot, talked a lot. I started getting sleepy at some point, but somehow being like this felt so good that I didn’t want to go inside alone. I held out in a dazed state and dozed off briefly, then when I came to my senses again, Jukyung was half-embracing me and taking me upstairs.
“Huh? What about the other guys?”
“Cleaning up.”
Jukyung’s briefly answering voice sounded like it was buzzing in my ear.
“Huh? Then what do we do? I should help too…”
When I twisted my body trying to go back, strength entered the arms that were tightly holding my body.
“Help with what? They’ve already roughly finished cleaning up. The rest will be done by other people tomorrow anyway… Hey, hold your body straight.”
Jukyung adjusted my body as if handling a bundle of luggage and embraced me.
“I like your friends. They seem nice. Fun.”
I mumbled while burying my head in Jukyung’s chest. A sigh settled on my crown.
“Don’t ever drink where I’m not, really. It’s not just once or twice…”
Not just once or twice. I’m originally famous for not causing trouble when drunk. Though I hold my liquor well, there aren’t many occasions to drink a lot pleasantly, so I don’t get drunk easily either. Today was really a special case… and the two times I got so drunk I couldn’t keep my senses wasn’t because of alcohol but because of heat… Ah, right, I shouldn’t mention this, um…
“……”
Whether I dozed off again, the next moment I was in the bedroom bathroom as if I’d teleported. Already naked with Jukyung tightly embracing me, warmly heated water fell from above.
Ah, really Kwon Jukyung. If I’m drunk to this extent, he should just nicely lay me on the bed, why all this fuss about washing me? I already showered before dinner.
“You spilled alcohol on your clothes so you need to wash. I can’t sleep together because of the smell.”
Whoa. As if looking into my head, Jukyung scolded. Anyway, I spilled alcohol? When?
I tried to revive my hazy memory but it was impossible. Because Jukyung kept touching my body saying he was washing me, making it ticklish.
Jukyung’s large hand that wiped my face touched my ear, went down along my neck, and dug into my armpit. Soap bubbles flowed down along my side. I twisted my body to avoid Jukyung’s hand while giggling.
“Ah, really, this drunkard.”
Though breathing out irritation and sighs as if lamenting while continuing to wash me, Jukyung’s tone strangely felt affectionate rather than prickly. Was it because I was drunk? Did the world look beautiful because I was drunk?
At the touch of the hand rubbing my chest, I felt ticklish yet a strange heat rose. I clung while burying my face in Jukyung’s neck. Jukyung’s hand moved to my back as if embracing me, grumbling that he couldn’t wash properly like this. The soapy touch gently swept down my back and came down to my buttocks. The touch rubbing my buttocks in circles was strange. No, maybe Jukyung had no thoughts and I was just feeling that way.
“Mm…”
I sighed and pressed my body closer. As our lower parts touched, I felt the pubic hair that should be rough softly tangle with bubbles on it. The penis hidden within pressed softly. No, while mine was still soft, Jukyung’s had already become hard receiving more than half its strength.
When I rubbed a bit below, I immediately felt Jukyung flinch. It seemed like his breathing suddenly stopped completely. That reaction was somehow satisfying.
“If you keep doing this, you won’t be put to bed nicely tonight.”
At the warning-like low voice, my lower belly tightened. The breath touching my ear again was hot and ticklish.
I didn’t particularly want to do anything. My body stretching out wanted to sleep because I woke up early in the morning, snowboarded all afternoon, and even drank alcohol. But it was fun to see Jukyung flinch in reaction, so it somehow felt wasteful to just let it pass. I briefly thought whether I was digging my own grave, but that too was probably because I was drunk. That I couldn’t make rational judgments.
I stuck out my tongue and lightly licked Jukyung’s shoulder, then bit down hard. I saw the muscles squirm. A laugh leaked from my mouth.
Strength entered Jukyung’s arms embracing my back, and long fingers dug into the slippery buttock cleft covered in bubbles. After rubbing the closed entrance a few times with his fingertips, one finger immediately pushed inside.
“Ah.”
Due to the alcohol and the warm water and soapy water, there was no pain at all. But nevertheless, I reflexively tried to pull my buttocks forward. But being stuck close together, it only ended up stimulating the already engaged genitals. When I pulled back, the finger came in even deeper. With nowhere to go and unable to do anything, I clung to Jukyung’s shoulder and groaned.
Jukyung laughed in a low voice.
“Idiot.”
