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The car jolted heavily. Seungyeon’s head, which had been leaning against the car window, slipped smoothly. Jung Sanho, who had been watching from the corner of his eye, subtly propped up his shoulder.
“Mmm……”
As his position changed, Seungyeon frowned with his eyes closed, seemingly uncomfortable. After tossing and turning for a while, rubbing his head against the shoulder, he stopped moving at some point. Jung Sanho glanced at the round back of his head sleeping deeply and coughed unnecessarily.
He lowered his shoulder as much as possible and tilted his body to make it comfortable for Seungyeon to lean on him. Was it because of Seungyeon’s sweet breathing sounds and the body temperature touching his arm? His chest kept tickling.
Actually, it had been a predetermined outcome from the moment he lay on the bed with Baek Seungyeon. Though it didn’t seem to be his intention at all, Jung Sanho’s nerves were entirely focused on Seungyeon. Wouldn’t anyone be like that if someone they had feelings for stuck right next to them and led them to bed?
The surrounding scenery passed by quickly beyond the car window. Jung Sanho silently gazed at the sky where dawn was breaking. The situation from earlier kept floating in his mind. An emotion similar to guilt arose from the unwholesome thoughts.
The reason he secretly went to the bathroom when Seungyeon fell asleep was because he didn’t want to cross the line any further. He didn’t want to cling to him or show an unsightly appearance. So he held his erect cock and tried somehow to handle it alone.
Who would have known Seungyeon would appear there? And the acts that followed……
Smack, Jung Sanho lightly slapped his own cheek. The startled driver made eye contact through the rearview mirror.
“Are you alright, young master?”
“Yes.”
He answered half-heartedly and rubbed his reddened earlobe. Glancing at the driver who focused on driving again without further words, he fiddled with his dry lips with his thumb. Even when he wanted to stop, whenever he let his guard down, the flow of his thoughts inevitably headed toward Baek Seungyeon.
Though he’d put out the urgent fire with Seungyeon’s help, his body kept demanding more than that. If only I hadn’t known, I wouldn’t be suffering. After touching Seungyeon’s body and seeing his expression, desire blazed like a spark transferred to dry straw. He wanted to do more than that, to interlock more deeply. If Seungyeon could contain only him. If he could monopolize him, he could do anything.
Jung Sanho’s gaze turned to Seungyeon’s limply drooping wrist. The bleeding had stopped, but red marks still remained.
“Go Yeongbin……”
If he was Jung Seyeong’s friend, there was no need to dig deeply into what he had tried to do. Just imagining what Seungyeon almost went through made his insides boil. Go Yeongbin, and Jung Seyeong. He brightened his eyes while reciting those two names.
How can I punish that fucking bastard? Jung Sanho’s head spun faster than ever. There were many methods, so it was a matter of execution. It’s much easier to bring someone down than to raise them up.
“We’ll arrive in 10 minutes, young master.”
At the driver’s call, he nodded instead of answering. It was time to wake Seungyeon.
“Wake up, hyung.”
Tap tap, he watched for a reaction while tapping near Seungyeon’s knee. Though he frowned, his closed eyes remained the same. Jung Sanho, who had been blankly staring at Seungyeon’s thick eyelashes before suddenly coming to his senses, shook Seungyeon with a bit more strength.
“We’re almost home.”
His head drooped limply. Seungyeon uttered words that could be either an answer or a mumble.
“Mmm……”
“Not ‘mmm’, you really need to wake up now. If you’re going to sleep, sleep at home.”
After shaking, tapping, coaxing, and soothing, Seungyeon woke from sleep. With eyes still not fully awake, he looked around.
“Where is this…… yawn, where did you say? My house?”
Seungyeon roughly wiped the saliva that had dripped onto his lips with the back of his hand. The morning sun that had just risen beautifully illuminated Seungyeon’s profile, half-asleep and half-awake.
Just looking at him, he’s pretty, cute, and cool. To Jung Sanho’s eyes, already completely smitten, even Seungyeon’s dazed expression was filtered as something incredibly cute.
Jung Sanho rubbed his reddened cheeks with his hand. If he delayed any longer, he might say something strange. So he answered gruffly while avoiding eye contact altogether.
“Then would it be my house? If you’re awake, get ready to get out.”
Just then, the car stopped near the apartment. Seungyeon, who confirmed the familiar street, fumbled to unfasten his seatbelt. He quickly greeted the driver who was trying to follow him out, saying it was okay.
“Thank you for the ride. Sanho, you too, thank-“
As soon as he turned around, he saw Jung Sanho’s back already walking ahead of him. Seungyeon scratched his head and hurriedly moved his steps.
“You don’t really need to get out…… I can go in by myself.”
“Forget it. I’ll see you to your door, so stop complaining and just come.”
It seemed he would only feel at ease after seeing Seungyeon safely enter his house. While grumbling unnecessarily, he matched his pace while checking if he was following. When he familiarly pressed the apartment building entrance passcode, Seungyeon muttered from behind, “How do you know that……?”
Jung Sanho snorted. Was it only the apartment entrance passcode? From the very first time he went to find Seungyeon’s house, he’d had all his information. He’d gotten not only the house passcode but even his resident registration number, so that says it all. He just kept quiet because there was no particular need to use it, and nothing good would come from Seungyeon finding out anyway.
He pressed the elevator button while looking straight at Seungyeon’s suspicious gaze. He pushed Seungyeon first into the elevator that arrived with a ‘ding’ sound. Before Seungyeon, who had awkwardly entered, could say anything, Jung Sanho changed the subject first.
“Rest well at home and contact me when you go to the hospital. I’ll give you a ride. I’ll also handle that Go Yeongbin bastard or whatever, so hyung, don’t worry about it.”
“Huh…?”
Was it because the nuance of the word “handle” was aggressive? Seungyeon’s expression looked somewhat intimidated. He thought about explaining more but soon got tired of it. The elevator stopped in the ambiguous silence. Jung Sanho gestured with his chin toward the open door.
“Go.”
Jung Sanho also got off, following Seungyeon who hesitantly took the lead. Seungyeon glanced back and slightly covered the door lock with his body. The door quickly opened while pretending not to notice the beeping machine sounds.
“Th-then I’m going? You be careful going in too. Bye.”
Seungyeon said goodbye in a fluster. That too was cute, but he had to say what needed to be said. He went in front of him trying to close the door and grabbed the handle. Even with just a little force, a gap opened easily.
“You know, hyung.”
Jung Sanho cautiously began. Seungyeon, who had been holding the door handle from inside, muttered with an absurd expression, “Why does this open so easily……?” Even the sight of him not realizing he has no strength is very cute.
“Um…… about earlier, that thing.”
“Ah, earlier……?”
Seungyeon’s pupils shook roughly. It’s pretty how he’s flustered with anxiety too. Jung Sanho’s gaze lingered for a long while on Seungyeon’s lips that looked particularly red and plump.
“Thanks for helping me.”
“Huh? Ah…, well, when people live, there are hard times, times when you need help, and difficult things happen……”
Seungyeon averted his gaze and spoke whatever came to mind. Jung Sanho, who had been staring intently at his strangely reddened nape, leaned his body forward. Naturally, Seungyeon raised his head and looked at him.
When their eyes met, an incomparable satisfaction welled up. Hiding his desire to monopolize this person, he opened his mouth.
“Please take care of me next time too.”
Before Seungyeon could answer anything, the door closed smoothly. In front of the entrance that became silent after the sensor light went off, Seungyeon belatedly let out a breath.
“What……”
What is he asking for, that guy? His pupils shook violently as he covered his blazing face with both hands. The sound of footsteps disappearing step by step could be heard faintly beyond the entrance door. Whether from embarrassment or awkwardness, his heart kept pounding. Seungyeon crouched down in the entrance as if sliding.
“This is crazy, really.”
Why did I even bring up helping him? Why did I say that then? No, I should have just pretended not to know.
I’m definitely possessed by something. Jung Sanho, who had been groaning and struggling with fragile moans, was definitely not fragile, and honestly, the one who felt more from that was Seungyeon rather than Jung Sanho.
His face blazed up again as that memory came back. It was the first time he’d done such, such an act with a man. He thought it would be awkward and uncomfortable, but while doing that thing with Jung Sanho, he didn’t feel that way at all.
“Is my body the problem?”
Has Baek Seungyeon’s shameless flesh dominated his mind? Seungyeon groaned for a long while looking down at his palm. I feel like I’m going crazy and jumping around, but I have no idea why I feel this way.
Seungyeon let out a deep sigh and covered his face. Whatever Jung Sanho expected, such a thing must not happen. He had a premonition that if he got any more involved with him, it would be irreversible.
“Right, I really need to seriously talk about breaking up……”
At that moment, a loud ‘thud-!’ sound came from outside. The sensor light that had been off turned back on.
“You fucking bastard!”
Seungyeon’s eyes widened as he looked at the closed door like a meerkat. The voice was too familiar somehow.
“Jung Sanho?”
Just as he hesitated, another ‘thud-!’ noise was heard. Without further ado, he kicked open the door and went out.
