What was pinning him down was none other than Yeon Haejeong. He was straddling him, legs spread on either side, looking down at Munyeong from above. Radiating an air like a demon descended from the underworld.
“…What are you……”
Munyeong was too flustered to finish the sentence, and only managed to prop himself up partway. In the middle of the night, him entering a bedroom where someone else was sleeping — it didn’t feel normal, and a chill ran down Munyeong’s spine. It wasn’t that Yeon Haejeong himself was frightening, exactly — it was the coldness coming off him that created a strange, prickling tension.
Yeon Haejeong was staring down at him with eyes that seemed somehow unhinged. Even in the darkness, those cold irises were burning.
“I thought about it, and.”
“Hm…?”
Unable to make sense of why he’d come barging into his bedroom in the dead of night, Munyeong blinked at him blankly, lips moving without words.
“You’re not my partner,”
“……”
“So there’s no real reason to be considerate.”
“What do you……”
“Anything.”
And then, as casually as if he were making a simple suggestion, he dropped a question that left Munyeong’s mouth hanging open. His thought process, stalled to a halt, turned over slowly.
“Want to do it?”
“……”
“If you do, I’ll knock some of the interest off.”
It took a moment for Munyeong to understand what the sudden proposition meant — and when he did, all the color drained from his face as he shifted and tried to sit up.
Yeon Haejeong naming a price made Munyeong feel something unfamiliar. This Yeon Haejeong, dangling his body as if it were a transaction, didn’t look like himself. Munyeong’s heart turned cold — and at the same time his breath shortened.
“…I have no intention of……”
“Why not — didn’t you say you’d do anything.”
On top of everything, that consistently cold voice kept striking against Munyeong’s heart. What had he done so wrong. What had he done to deserve this — how could someone change so completely in such a short time. Munyeong felt like the proposition was a form of spite. But it wasn’t the kind of clumsy, childlike spite he’d always sensed before.
“…That’s not… what those words meant.”
“…Funny. You acted like you’d do everything, and now.”
“……Can we just talk, for a moment? I think I must have… done something wrong to you……”
Whatever the reason, Munyeong thought the most urgent thing was to calm him down. First, he wanted to do something about the body pinning him in place.
“You don’t want to?”
But Yeon Haejeong only pressed down harder and asked again. There was a domineering insistence in it — answer me properly.
“……I don’t think… this is right……”
“Ah — so kissing is fine, but sex isn’t?”
Munyeong’s breath stopped for a split second at the retort. The unexpected kiss came back to him — and so did the image of himself, completely unable to move against it. He hadn’t been the one to start it… but it was true that he hadn’t pulled away. It hadn’t been entirely Yeon Haejeong’s will alone in that kiss.
“That was……”
He twisted his body and tried with all his strength to break free — and Yeon Haejeong leaned his upper body down and forcefully pinned both of Munyeong’s wrists with his forearms. Immobilized further, Munyeong’s eyes twitched with growing panic. A stifled sound escaped through his teeth — the grip around his wrists was terrifyingly forceful.
“W-wait……”
The sudden force felt wrong in his right hand. Munyeong winced and turned his head toward his right hand where the pain was rising. But Yeon Haejeong felt nothing and pressed down domineeringly again.
“It’s not the first time, and it’s not that difficult, is it?”
He seemed intent on going through with it regardless — unwilling to bend, he began stripping off his own top without hesitation.
“N-no… w-wait —!”
“……”
Munyeong struggled violently, but pinned underneath, he had no way of stopping him. His face drained white as he tried to block Yeon Haejeong’s hands — but Yeon Haejeong seized his wrists again and forced them down beside his face. Immediately after, Yeon Haejeong lowered his face and brought his lips to Munyeong’s neck. It was a merciless act, empty of care or feeling. Munyeong strained with everything he had and thrashed. He fought desperately to get free somehow, but that massive, inverted-triangle frame wouldn’t budge an inch.
“Ugh. Wait… Haejeong——!”
He began tormenting him in silence. As though the shirt bunched up around Munyeong’s neck bothered him, he tore it away with one hand without hesitation and rushed into foreplay. The lips that started at his neck began moving down toward his chest. Like a snake shedding its skin, Yeon Haejeong’s saliva traced a glistening path across him.
“Ha, please……”
“Stay still.”
“Stop, th-this isn’t right……”
“Why.”
“……”
“Because we’re not together?”
“……”
“Going to use that childish excuse again? Doesn’t it strike you as ridiculous — doing everything and then trying to take it back now?”
Yeon Haejeong snarled as he gripped Munyeong’s wrists even tighter, fighting to the last against Munyeong’s attempts to break free. At the one-sided, forceful act, Munyeong’s face twisted in pain.
“You’re so fucking contradictory.”
“……”
“Acting all innocent and untouchable, when you’ve been enjoying everything with me right alongside. Haven’t you?”
“N-no… that’s not……”
“Like hell it isn’t.”
“……”
“I show you a little kindness and now I’m already a joke to you?”
“……”
“I indulge someone like you a little, and you thought you could play games with me?”
Words that bordered on cruelty were pouring from his mouth. Munyeong shook his head — no — but a heavy smell of alcohol was rolling off Yeon Haejeong. However much more he’d drunk in between, it was saturating. And yet the eyes bearing down on him were sharp and lucid, without a trace of intoxication. Munyeong couldn’t hold that gaze and looked away. At the same moment, that cold voice fell again.
“Fuck off. I told you.”
“……”
“I don’t do things that put me at a loss.”
He resumed what he had paused. Roughly pressing his mouth down and lowering his upper body, he forcibly pushed his hand beneath Munyeong’s underwear. Being cruel was his habit. Munyeong knew. He knew Yeon Haejeong was never this kind of person. He knew he was furious over something and lashing out — and yet in the end, Munyeong hated that Yeon Haejeong was suppressing him with brute force.
In this Yeon Haejeong who was forcing their mouths together and acting with pure domination, there was no reason to be found. He was behaving like an animal driven by nothing but instinct. He was crushing Munyeong beneath him — coercive, overbearing. The manic behavior made Munyeong instinctively shrink, and anxiety crashed over him, making him struggle even harder. The instinctive revulsion amplified the pain to its peak. His entire body tensed with the surge of emotion. He was disoriented. The spreading cramps and pain in his right hand and Yeon Haejeong’s threatening actions came at him all at once.
“Please, just——Ugh——!“
In that instant, the faint pain that had been creeping through Munyeong’s body suddenly flared with full force. A stabbing agony, as if a blade had been driven through his bones and ligaments all at once. Immediately after, his fingers — every one of them, every single joint — began convulsing in a grotesque way. Perhaps because of the intense stimulation, pain far worse than usual swept through his entire body. Munyeong frantically twisted and used his other hand to cover the back of the convulsing hand, trying to hide the ugly movement.
“Hah—— ugh……”
Munyeong curled into himself out of sheer habit and clutched at his hand desperately. It hurt so much. A pain he’d endured for over ten years — yet tonight, it was worse. More agonizing than usual. Blue veins rose beneath his thin skin. The side of Munyeong’s face was desperate as he clenched his teeth to endure the pain. A strange, strangled groan leaked out between his clenched teeth.
“What’s wrong with you.”
“Hhng……”
