The blanket he’d washed yesterday was somehow damp. Lifting the blanket slightly, the area between his crotch was thoroughly wet. Whether he’d had a wet dream during the night, from the front of his underwear to his buttocks was all sticky. I slept soundly without even dreaming last night… It’s not like I’m a pubescent teenager. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Sangho quickly got up and shuffled toward the bathroom.
Well… I haven’t masturbated in a long time either.
Quickly turning on the shower and dousing himself with water, Sangho shuddered at the cold feeling and started washing his body briskly. Before possessing ‘Sangho,’ I think I did it once every three or four days. The first few weeks, my body seemed tense from adapting to a new environment, and since being assigned to the indoor gym, well… I didn’t have the mental leisure to do it.
“I’ll have to wash the blanket again.”
Ugh. The dryer costs 6,000 won. Sangho, who didn’t even like taking taxis because the fare was expensive, seriously agonized over whether to go to the coin laundromat once more or just wash the part with bodily fluids. After washing up and coming out, Sangho stared at the round wet spot on the blanket for a long time before carefully washing only that part in the sink and roughly hanging the blanket in the room to dry. The slightly stained part on the sponge mat was wiped off by dampening a towel with water and patting it.
Ding-dong.
[Hyung. Are you having a good weekend? I suddenly got an overseas pictorial schedule… I think I’ll come back to Korea around Thursday or Friday next week.]
After dealing with the accident, there was a message from Wonha. A sudden overseas shoot? Something was strange. Shouldn’t he be doing additional filming for that variety show around now?
[Oh, have a good trip. No additional filming for that variety show?]
[Huh? Variety show?]
[The one you filmed at school.]
[Ahh, that one was popular. I thought they’d extend it too, but no news yet?]
[Yeah.]
[I miss you already, hyung I’ll buy you a gift when I come back ]
Why does he say such cringey things…
Sangho felt one side of his chest tickle and scratched his cheek. After agonizing for a long time over what to reply, Sangho just put down his phone without replying. Then another crying emoticon came from Wonha. Finding that somehow cute, Sangho picked up his phone again and grinned. Opening the emoticon window, there were a few basic emoticons. He selected one smiling emoticon and sent it.
“Should I get going now?”
Glancing at the clock, it was almost time for his appointment with Kyungoh. Sangho hastily put on his worn training clothes, tightly tied his sneakers, and left the house.
Kyungoh’s studio apartment was really not far away. With a main road in between, Sangho’s studio was in an area where villas huddled together, while Kyungoh’s studio was in a place where several large apartment complexes stood. Sangho slowly headed toward Kyungoh’s house while sneaking glances at rental notices posted at the neighborhood real estate office.
Gasp. Three times…?
The monthly rent is over 1 million won. Well, it is a proper apartment.
The entrance to the large apartment complex was like a massive fortress. The trees densely planted along the perimeter of the apartment gave a forest-like feeling while also giving the impression of firmly blocking outsiders’ intrusion. The large sculpture erected at the entrance and the security office seemed to be watching him intently somehow.
I’m invited today.
Still, with a somehow awkward and anxious feeling, Sangho quickly passed through the entrance and headed to the community space Kyungoh had told him about.
“You’re here.”
Fortunately, Kyungoh was standing at the entrance of the community space waiting for Sangho. If he’d been inside, it would have been awkward to go in alone, so Sangho even showed a pleased expression toward Kyungoh who had come out to meet him.
Kyungoh wasn’t wearing the clothes he usually trained in, but a tightly fitted black compression t-shirt. With his already huge body, wearing breathable, form-fitting clothes made him feel like a protagonist from a superhero movie. From the contours of his chest muscles to the muscles connecting from his shoulders to his arms were bumpy.
“…I don’t usually wear this, but I did laundry yesterday.”
With a somewhat embarrassed face, Kyungoh pretended to rub the muscles at his collarbone while sneakily covering his chest muscles. Only then did Sangho realize he’d been staring intently at Kyungoh’s muscles without knowing it and quickly played dumb.
“Ah, uh. No. It’s really cool. It looks good.”
“…”
When Sangho raised his thumb, Kyungoh turned his head sharply with an even more rigid face and strode into the community room. His earlobes were reddened as if about to burst. Wow, is he being shy right now? With that build?
Well, he said he was twenty-two. He is young.
Sangho forcibly suppressed the corners of his mouth that were trying to creep up. It was a reaction that made him want to tease him more. His face looks like he could easily knock someone down, yet he’s this embarrassed just from wearing fitted clothes. Is he normally kind of shy?
He’s completely different from when he was in rut.
Somehow, Kyungoh felt like a very cute younger brother to Sangho. Come to think of it, if you looked carefully at Kyungoh, he still had a youthful face. Sangho followed behind Kyungoh and asked mischievously.
“If you’re a wrestling athlete, you compete completely naked. Aren’t you embarrassed about that?”
“…Cough.”
“You only wear underwear during matches.”
“…I’ll go change clothes.”
“Haha! N-no, no!”
In the end, unable to hold back his laughter, Sangho blocked Kyungoh, who was trying to turn back with a bright smile. Kyungoh stared at Sangho, who was laughing heartily with a bewildered expression, then scratched the back of his head. After looking at the ground for a moment and letting out a light sigh, Kyungoh grabbed the nape of Sangho’s neck and pushed him into the community room.
“Hahaha! Ah, sorry, sorry. I’ll go. I’ll go.”
Sangho giggled at Kyungoh’s touch pushing him and headed into the community room.
The rehabilitation exercises with Kyungoh proceeded with the same routine as they had done at the gym. However, if there was a difference, it was that Kyungoh noticeably avoided contact with Sangho. Except for truly unavoidable cases, Kyungoh tried to stay a certain distance away from Sangho and concentrated on exercising.
So Sangho became a little more curious about Kyungoh. To feel sexual urges even when he doesn’t want to, it’s kind of pitiful. He was also curious whether it was okay to exercise more like this when his cycle was disrupted. However, Sangho didn’t have the courage to ask directly and kept sneaking glances at Kyungoh exercising.
After finishing light band exercises with Sangho, Kyungoh stood in front of the barbell, rolling his shoulders. Giant plates were attached two each on both sides. Kyungoh, who lifted it onto his shoulders just like that, started squats while exhaling with huffs. Under the hands gripping the barbell, the muscles of his thick forearms split, and his back muscles stood taut and rippled.
Wow…
Before he knew it, Sangho was staring at Kyungoh with an entranced face. How much would you have to exercise to make muscles like that? Every time Kyungoh went down, his thigh muscles swelled enormously. As he repeated squats, sitting and standing several times, beads of sweat formed behind Kyungoh’s ears. Without realizing it, Sangho gulped. An impulse rose to touch those muscles.
Crazy. What are you thinking, Lee Sangho?
Turning his head sharply, Sangho fiddled with the 3kg dumbbell placed in front of him. Something… something hurt his pride. I’ll be able to exercise with a barbell that big someday too.
Thud.
At the sound of the heavy barbell being set down, Sangho turned his head to see Kyungoh had finished one set of exercises and was wiping his sweat while looking this way. Was it too obvious that I was peeking? Sangho smiled awkwardly.
“Come over here.”
“What? What?”
“I’ll teach you the squat form. Watch properly and do it.”
Ah. I was looking at your muscles though… Kyungoh seemed to think he was curious about the exercise method.
When Sangho approached hesitantly, Kyungoh quickly positioned Sangho next to him. Kyungoh, who raised both hands to chest level and clasped them together, nodded as if telling him to follow.
“Spread your legs shoulder-width apart. Don’t add weight yet, do it with just your body.”
“Y-yes…”
“Keep your back straight, engage your core. Stick your butt out and squat down and up.”
“Ugh. Ugh.”
“Your knees shouldn’t go forward.”
When Kyungoh lightly squatted and stood up beside him, Sangho also slowly followed the squat form. It looked like nothing much, but his thigh muscles trembled and struggled.
“Hmm…”
A somewhat dissatisfied sound flowed out. It seemed the posture didn’t please him.
“If your lumbar spine rolls, you’ll hurt your back. You need to push your waist forward more as you go down.”
“L-like this…?”
When Sangho went down again while panting, Kyungoh clenched his fists tightly. It seemed he wanted to correct the posture but was holding back.
“It’s, it’s okay, so touch…”
“Excuse me.”
