“It’s small, right?”
Jaeha giggled. Taesung released the collar as if pushing him away. Whether he had a conscience or not, Jaeha had already withdrawn his pheromones.
“You live hearing those sounds every night?”
“Those bastards don’t live there. The owner next door put it on Airbnb, that’s why they’re acting like that.”
“Still, if you put your mind to it and said something, it would get quiet. Seeing you deliberately leave it alone, you must not really hate that sound either.”
“Fuck, I just come home and sleep, and besides, normally only bastards who finish in 3 seconds come.”
“Mm-hmm.”
As if he couldn’t believe Taesung’s pathetic excuse at all, Jaeha smiled annoyingly with his eyes. Taesung unconsciously clenched his fist. If you’re horny, watch porn—why the hell would you enjoy that pig-slaughtering sound?
“Then should I get revenge for you?”
“Ha… forget it. Hey, if you’ve come to your senses, just get lost.”
“Why, I can make better sounds than those bastards.”
Jaeha didn’t listen to Taesung’s words at all and headed straight to the wall where the sounds were coming from. He pressed close to the partition wall that would ring hollow if knocked and listened to the sounds of the next-door humans still noisily fucking. Jaeha glanced back at Taesung. Then he smiled suggestively at Taesung, who was looking at him in disbelief, and banged his forehead against the wall.
“Ah, fuck, hyung!”
The voice that had been gentle until just moments ago instantly transformed into a roar that reverberated throughout the entire house. Enough to make even Taesung, who had braced himself for the crazy stunt, jump up from his seat in shock.
“Ngh, ah, hyung feels so good, ahng, hyung, you know what your hole is like? Fuck, right now it’s clenching my cock tight and drooling water while sucking on it so prettily, you know. Should I pound you harder? Huh? Ah, feels good? Like this right now? Should I shove it in like this? Hyung, does it feel good now that you’re sucking the cock of the kid you bottle-fed? Huh? You say it feels good, ah, ahhh!”
“Hey, you crazy…!”
Taesung first covered Jaeha’s mouth. But even after that, Jaeha banged on the wall with both hands, so he had to use all his strength to pull him away.
“If you’re going to do crazy shit, do it alone—why are you acting like this is my thing? And when did I ever bottle-feed you!”
“It wasn’t about you, hyung. It was just a scenario? Ah, did it sound like that to you? Did it seem like I was fucking you?”
Taesung repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fist. But this time he couldn’t hold back and smacked Jaeha’s head. Jaeha clutched his struck head and flopped down on the floor. Seeing him spout “Ow, hyung, it hurts” and such nonsense, it seemed like it didn’t hurt much after all.
Surprisingly, the next room became quiet.
Now those people had no choice but to become idiots getting fucked by a kid they raised on formula.
Taesung dry-washed his face and plopped down on the bed.
“See, it got quiet.”
“Fuck, now please just leave.”
“Why, it’s just getting good. You should buy a bigger bed. It’s a bit cramped for two people to sleep. Ah, I slept on your stomach before, remember? This time, do you want to sleep on top of me?”
“Leave, fucker!”
“Are you disappointed I made the next room quiet? Because you have to listen and enjoy it every night, but it seems like they won’t do it again?”
“You really only pick the choicest bullshit to say. Hey.”
“Hyung, did you really not do anything while listening to the sounds next door?”
“Why, did you get hard listening to those filthy sounds?”
“Mm, not so much because of them, but imagining you soothing your loneliness alone while listening to sounds like that.”
Jaeha pulled Taesung’s wrist. Taesung unconsciously placed his hand on Jaeha’s thigh as he was led. Something with a shape too grotesque to simply be leg muscle squirmed beneath his hand.
“Fuck, that’s really disgusting.”
Taesung shuddered and pulled his hand away. Jaeha cackled as if something was so funny.
“You asked if I was hard, hyung.”
His head throbbed. This entire situation was terrible. The fact that there happened to be people noisily having sex in the next room when Jaeha came, that he himself reacted to Jaeha’s pheromones, that Jaeha got an erection not anywhere else but inside Taesung’s house.
If just all these causes disappeared, it felt like my suffocating breath would open up.
I wish that bastard Hyun Jaeha would get lost from this house.
Right now.
“Hyung.”
Jaeha was already looking out the window. When was it? Taesung had once said such things to young Jaeha. I’m going to make a lot of money. I’ll make a lot and live in an awesome officetel where I can look down at the city’s night view.
What Jaeha could obtain by throwing a tantrum once to his grandfather, Taesung had desperately craved all this time. This officetel he barely obtained was a pretty-looking but worthless thing where only humans in heat came and went next door. Perhaps it was a house that suited Taesung perfectly—someone who, no matter how plausible the clothes he wore, was just a cheap rag inside.
So Taesung momentarily felt shame.
Because he felt like he knew what Jaeha might be thinking while looking down at the night view right now.
“Hyung.”
Jaeha approached Taesung again. Refreshingly extended fingers wrapped around Taesung’s cheeks, flushed red with shame, like vines that wind around whatever they touch.
“If I rape you now, you’d hate me, right, hyung?”
The question ‘What?’ didn’t even make it out of his mouth. At a statement he’d never even once imagined, Taesung doubted his ears and looked up at Jaeha blankly.
Jaeha smirked as if he knew he would and removed his hand.
Then he turned toward the window again.
Jaeha’s reflection in the window entered Taesung’s pupils. The face that had been grinning stupidly in front of Taesung just moments ago was frozen cold, and Jaeha was staring at the window with an expression devoid of any emotion. Perhaps right now, like Taesung, he was looking at Taesung’s reflection in the window.
“Though does it even matter?”
At the voice so cold it sent chills down his spine, Taesung finally came to his senses. Perhaps thanks to the experience accumulated through all kinds of hardships, goosebumps rose on his skin and his whole body sent signals that he needed to escape this place right now.
“You already hate me anyway, hyung.”
But Jaeha was faster.
White hands instantly grabbed Taesung’s neck and pressed him down onto the bed. Fuck—Taesung desperately reached out and grabbed Jaeha’s arm tightly, trying to twist it. Jaeha, who had mounted on top of Taesung, looked down at him and smiled cruelly. As if he didn’t care what Taesung did, he put all his weight into crushing Taesung’s neck.
He couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t breathe.
I shouldn’t have let this ungrateful bastard into my house.
The fingertips that had been frantically clawing at Jaeha’s arm trembled and dropped below the bed. That was Taesung’s last memory.
“Huk!”
Is this what it feels like to die and come back to life? Taesung gasped for breath as if his lungs would tear and opened his eyes wide. He had no time to check his own state while taking rough, ragged deep breaths. His vision was also dim, as if blood vessels had burst in his eyes. Taesung continued breathing for a long while, rubbing and wiping his eyes where tears had formed.
His muffled ears gradually began to pick up surrounding sounds. The distant siren sound echoing from beyond the window. The loud exhaust sound of a passing motorcycle. And coming from the entrance…
…the sound of a shower.
“Ugh, ngh, fuck.”
His throat hurt. So did his limbs that had struggled until the end. Taesung grimaced at the muscle pain he’d only feel after a bout of strenuous exercise. Then the loudly running shower sound abruptly stopped. Soon the bathroom door opened and Jaeha, not wearing a single thread, came out roughly rubbing his hair dry with a towel.
“You bastard, what the fuck did you, ugh, do to me?”
“Hyung, don’t you see this?”
Jaeha tapped the thing that had now calmed down from excitement. The grotesque thing, unsuited to his cheerful face, dangled and swayed, flaunting its presence. Even Taesung, who had seen enough cocks to be sick of them, momentarily forgot his own situation and was shocked, thinking ‘That’s the size before erection?’
“If this had gone in, would you be asking me what I did to you, hyung? You would’ve felt it immediately when you woke up—fuck, I got pierced.”
“Did you not want to shove it in because it was dirty when you actually stripped me?”
“Ah, why do you keep provoking me? I really held back with difficulty. Were you secretly hoping to get fucked by me? Is that it—are you disappointed because you’re fine, hyung?”
“Don’t act tough, you fucker. Anyway, you’re too squeamish to shove it in my asshole.”
Jaeha approached. Every time he walked, ‘that thing’ dangled and swayed. The more he tried not to look, the more his gaze kept going there. Is his alpha father really a foreigner? Otherwise, how can his face look so much like a kid but…
“Wow, you can’t take your eyes off my cock. You must’ve really been looking forward to it, hyung. And I didn’t even understand your heart—I’m unqualified, right?”
Jaeha grabbed Taesung’s neck with one hand. He tried to throw a punch immediately, but his damn muscle pain prevented his body from obeying. More than anything, his throat hurt too much. As soon as Jaeha grabbed the exact spot where he’d choked him to death just moments ago, terrible pain rushed in.
