Why is he here…? Flustered, Seungyeon turned around. His mom, unaware of anything, was watching TV while leaning against the sofa.
Seungyeon calmly put down the intercom and then turned off the screen’s power altogether. He couldn’t say he knew Jung Sanho well, but he was certain of one thing. Seeing that the bastard with his already eccentric temper had chased him all the way here, he seemed properly poisoned with rage. Just moments ago, he’d appealed to his mom saying ‘I won’t cause trouble, I’ve reformed,’ so he couldn’t show this kind of mess already. He grabbed his coat with the most nonchalant face possible.
“Mom, I’ll just step out front for a moment.”
Without even hearing an answer, he hurried to the entrance. Roughly slipping on his slippers and coming outside, Seungyeon raised his head. The moment the entrance light flickered on, rough hands snatched his shoulder.
“Ugh…!”
His body was pushed back with a ‘thud!’ Pressed against the glass wall next to the elevator, he grimaced. A cold chill swept down the back of his neck. Toward Seungyeon, who raised his head to protest, a gaze like frost descended.
“Are you playing with me right now?”
Eyes rippling with excitement stared straight at Seungyeon.
“Jung Sanho, first let go of this…”
His arm tingled because of the hand gripping his shoulder. No, is this something to get this angry about? Leaving Jung Sanho alone wasn’t the right thing to do, but that didn’t mean it was okay to act recklessly either.
“My phone battery died earlier, so I couldn’t get your contact. I sent a text, did you not see it? I’m sorry for disappearing without a word, leaving only you. But even so, getting this angry is a bit much, isn’t it?”
If possible, he wanted to get past this nicely, but with the violent situations happening in succession, his mood gradually sank.
Even if I did wrong, still, getting this angry? If you’re an adult, you should know how to resolve things through conversation.
“First, let go and talk. This is in front of my house, and my mom’s home too. I understand that you’re angry, but that doesn’t mean you should chase me to my house and act violently.”
“Ha…! So you’re saying you did nothing wrong, you’re innocent?”
“No, that’s not what I mean. Of course I’m sorry for leaving first without saying anything. I couldn’t contact—”
“Besides that, what about other things?”
“Other things?”
What things? Seungyeon frowned. It was really because he didn’t know and was thinking, but Jung Sanho even took that badly.
He slammed his fist into the wall with a ‘bang!’ Startled by the ‘crack!’ and the sound of something breaking, when he turned his head, he saw glass shattered in the shape of a fist.
“Hey! Are you okay?”
Shocked, Seungyeon grabbed Jung Sanho’s arm. Glass shards attached to his fist fell with a patter. Several were embedded in the skin, and blood was flowing here and there. His mouth fell open at the sudden bloody situation.
“Are you crazy, really? Why would you hit this!”
Grabbing the hand dripping with blood, Seungyeon stamped his feet. Why did this crazy bastard suddenly smash glass? Flustered, his head wasn’t working well.
Should I take him inside even if Mom gets surprised and treat him first? Or would it be better to call 119? The glass shards embedded in the fist glinted sharply under the light. The more so, the more Seungyeon’s brain creaked.
“You’re bleeding! Do you have some kind of anger management disorder? Why are you like this, really!”
Even in the midst of that, Jung Sanho stubbornly only bit his lips. Pulling away Seungyeon’s hand with a yank, he whispered with a face brimming with tears.
“…I saw everything.”
“No, first open your hand! Let’s do something about the bleeding first. This is crazy, really…!”
“I said I saw everything too. I searched the department store looking for hyung, and when it didn’t work, I checked the CCTV. I saw hyung kissing, I saw it all.”
“…What?”
What kiss? So absurd that he froze in the state of removing the glass from the fist. What is this crazy bastard talking about?
“What, what did I do?”
“You kissed, with that man! With that fucking tall bastard like a beanpole, you kissed! I saw it all! Fuck, I was so worried thinking hyung suddenly went missing…! But fuck! Right in front of me, you rubbed lips with a man!”
“No… no, what exactly are you…”
What are you talking about? Only stupid sounds flowed out at Jung Sanho’s stream of consciousness that was too hard to follow. To Seungyeon, who only repeated “no” and “what do you mean,” Jung Sanho shouted with a face welling up with tears.
“I saw it clearly with my own two eyes, so denying it is useless. How, fuck, how could you do that in front of me? How could you kiss another man?”
About to protest, Seungyeon shut his mouth. Because whatever he said to Jung Sanho, who was this excited, would obviously sound like an excuse.
Racking his confused brain, he mulled over his words carefully. So, he’s acting like this because he saw me kissing someone on CCTV. Me kissing? Me? When did I?
Then one possibility suddenly flashed by. When he met Go Won at the department store, he’d committed bullshit while doing something resembling a kiss. Though it was nothing more than sexual harassment or threats carried out without consent, depending on the angle, it could have looked like a kiss. Besides that, he couldn’t find any other reason for getting this angry.
“So you’re acting like this because of a kiss?”
It wasn’t even a kiss. Whatever Jung Sanho saw, it didn’t happen before his eyes and it was all a misunderstanding. Even if your eyes are crooked, there’s a limit—how can you misunderstand a one-sided threat or insult like that and come all the way here to throw this fit?
Momentarily, some part of Seungyeon’s brain responsible for ‘control,’ ‘restraint,’ and ‘reason’ snapped. Haha, Seungyeon burst into laughter and grabbed Jung Sanho’s collar.
“You really piss people off.”
Seungyeon smirked and brought his face close to Jung Sanho’s. He pushed him against the wall so he couldn’t escape and gripped his collar tightly.
“How is that a kiss?”
Flustered, Jung Sanho’s lips twitched as if to say something. The moment their gazes met, Seungyeon didn’t hesitate and pressed their bodies together.
“If you don’t know well, Sanho, watch closely.”
Seungyeon overlapped their lips just like that. He inserted his tongue through the parted lips and traced the soft flesh. He gnawed with his teeth as if stimulating the soft tongue and pressed him.
When he twisted his head and pushed his tongue deeper, Jung Sanho’s eyelids fluttered. Thinking he might push away and run at any moment, he fixed the back of his neck with his hand. Though his head hurt from being tilted up as much as possible due to the height difference, Seungyeon didn’t blink once and toyed with Jung Sanho’s mouth.
If he doesn’t know what a kiss is, I have to teach him. Seungyeon’s eyes glistened with defiance. Standing on tiptoe, he rubbed, sucked, and gnawed Jung Sanho’s tongue. Rough and hasty, but he stimulated and stimulated again so it could be fully felt.
Slurp, with a wet sound, Seungyeon’s head moved back. The corridor sensor light that had been blinking flickered again and emitted light. Seungyeon bit Jung Sanho’s lower lip lightly and whispered.
“This is a kiss. Isn’t it?”
Even until the sensor light flickered again, no answer to the question came.
*
‘Bang!’
The passenger door closed so roughly it seemed like it would fall off. Jung Sanho, his face completely flushed, covered his face with one hand as soon as he got in the car. The man sitting in the driver’s seat leaned against the steering wheel and glanced at Jung Sanho.
“What’s wrong? Did something not go well when you met?”
“…It’s not like that. Just start driving quickly.”
Because he still kept his head lowered, only his bright red earlobes were barely visible. The man shrugged his shoulders.
“Yes yes, young master. I’ll escort you as you wish.”
The car drove slowly with the engine rumbling. Looking at the receding apartment entrance, he slowly turned the steering wheel. Only after confirming through the rearview mirror that no one was following did he shake his head.
“That’s why I told you not to show you’re so desperate. You know nothing about dating.”
The man muttered while clicking his tongue. At that voice, Jung Sanho rolled his eyes through his fingers.
“Shut up, really.”
“Yes yes, I understand.”
At the playful answer, Jung Sanho weakly rubbed his face. The man watched for the timing and slyly opened his mouth.
“What on earth happened? Did something not work out with your secret friend?”
“Yoon Taerim, please don’t call it that? It’s not some secret friend.”
“Oh my, this kid is just calling hyung’s name? Hey punk, don’t you remember when I changed your poopy diapers?”
Yoon Taerim reached out one hand and roughly patted Jung Sanho’s head. Even at the irritated reaction of swatting away his hand, he just laughed.
“Anyway, you should be grateful I’m not your real older brother. You disrespectful cousin.”
