Ah, and Gyeom. In the beginning, Gyeom avoided Ryun.
During the day he’d dodge Ryun’s eyes and go out of his way to stay clear — but every night, without fail, he’d come to Ryun’s room and touch his body, get himself off, gently stretch Ryun’s hole, and feed his cock to Ryun’s mouth.
During the day Gyeom avoided looking at him, and at night Ryun was asleep and couldn’t see him either — so it was Ryun, the one whose body was already burning for it, who made the first move, approaching Gyeom and striking up conversation as if nothing were wrong. Only then did Gyeom finally return to his usual manner.
Coward.
Before… had Ryun’s feelings toward Gyeom been something like — my hyung? Smart and cool! — now they were simply and unconditionally: coward, piece of shit.
Ryun ground his teeth at Gyeom’s two-faced nature — but then, seeing how hard he was working every night, fingering Ryun’s hole in his desperate effort to eventually take him, Ryun felt a flicker of something almost pitying, and his irritation softened.
Yeah, my poor hopeless one… if not me, who else would put up with you?
Still. He was going to get his revenge. Absolutely.
So the nights passed with Gyeom coming to find him — and that particular night, Gyeom came again.
“Ryun. Your hyung’s here. You waited a long time, didn’t you?”
Even without Ryun answering, Gyeom was perfectly capable of carrying on a conversation by himself.
Gyeom entered Ryun’s room as if it were his own, and as he always did, pressed his lips to the sleeping Ryun’s mouth as a greeting — then wrapped his arms around him and touched him here and there.
After working his hands over him for a while, he rolled Ryun face-down onto his stomach, pulled his pants down, and bared his pale white backside.
“Pretty, Ryun. So pretty.”
Pressing soft kisses to the white, pliant flesh that was always hidden beneath clothes, whispering how pretty it was — Gyeom pushed his fingers into the hole.
By now, the hole stretched easily without even needing gel, accommodating Gyeom’s fingers with supple give — and the body that had been carefully developed day after day now needed only a cock to be completely and perfectly his.
But Ryun didn’t expect that.
He won’t do it.
Jin Gyeom, that cowardly piece of shit — bastard that he was — hadn’t let go of the notion that because he cared about Ryun, he would save that last virginity for later. Lunatic….
And so today too, Ryun lay there with a displeased expression, inwardly cursing at Gyeom as he fingered Ryun’s hole and panted, jerking himself off.
What is this, honestly. Ryun was incredulous.
Claiming he was saving Ryun’s first time — and yet shoving his fingers in instead of his cock, stroking himself while rubbing the tip against Ryun’s body. And this lunatic was his hyung….
“I want to put it in so badly. Hhh—!”
Then put it in, you idiot.
He’s planning to take him by force either way — did he think Ryun was going to be grateful that he waited?
Was Ryun going to squeal, “Thank you for not raping me during my stormy teenage years, hyung! I was so moved!” — was that what he expected?! Ryun boiled with inexpressible frustration — but his body responded to the stimulation Gyeom was giving it, crying out with hitch after hitch of involuntary sound.
“Hnng, ng… huuht. Hiit!”
“Ryun, does it feel good? Right here, does it feel good? I promise — later, I’ll press right here with my cock.”
Why later?! He seethed internally — but the climb toward release came on its own regardless.
Face-down, Ryun’s cum dripped freely — and onto Ryun’s backside, Gyeom spilled his own hot cum in an equally generous flood.
“What a waste, what a waste. I should be feeding this to Ryun’s lower mouth.”
Then he scooped up the flowing cum with his fingers and stuffed it into Ryun’s hole, which was opening and closing with small, fluttering movements.
He repeated that motion several times — pushing cum into the hole — and then laughed to himself with a satisfied sound. That laugh made Ryun’s fury ignite.
I’m getting my revenge. I’m going to make you suffer.
Ryun ground his teeth once again, renewing his vow.
How to get Jin Gyeom — that cowardly piece of shit — to actually make a move. Ryun was always thinking about it.
Maybe it was the stress of it all, because his head had been aching since morning. He got permission to skip class and made his way to the nurse’s office.
Rubbing his throbbing head, he stepped inside — and found a strikingly handsome man with a decadent air sitting there, dragging away at an e-cigarette.
It didn’t have the acrid burn of regular cigarettes, but it was still smoking, so Ryun said:
“Smoking isn’t allowed on school grounds?”
“If you don’t like it, tell them to fire me.”
He said it with a dry smile — the school nurse, Gang Yeonho. He was the nephew of the school’s board chairman.
Backed by immense power as the real authority in the school, Yeonho feared nothing — not even his uncle, the board chairman.
With nothing to fear, he was by default the strongest presence in the school, and no one dared get close to the gorgeous, unhinged man — everyone tiptoed around him.
If there was one person who approached Yeonho without hesitation, it was only Ryun — who ranked studying as the most tedious thing in the world, and everything else that required effort as a close second.
Since Ryun often visited the nurse’s office with fabricated ailments, the two of them were on fairly close terms.
Of course, there were a few other frequent visitors besides Ryun — but Yeonho had never once let any of those malingering students sleep in the nurse’s office. Except for Ryun.
Ryun himself didn’t know why he received special treatment, so he’d asked — and Yeonho had answered:
“You’re pretty.”
And with that, he’d smiled — that slow, tilting smile — and Ryun had learned in that moment that a beautiful man with a languid, decadent face, when he smiles, is devastating enough to make something curl low in your stomach.
Yeonho took a long, deep drag from his e-cigarette, then exhaled slowly and spoke.
“It’s been a while since you came by?”
“Yeah, sort of….”
When Ryun, uncharacteristically, didn’t head straight for the bed and instead came toward him, Yeonho raised an eyebrow and watched him.
Ryun came closer and said his head hurt, could he have some medicine — at which Yeonho pressed his palm to the top of Ryun’s head to check.
As he looked over Ryun’s complexion carefully, his face drew close — and Ryun found himself looking at a face so devastatingly handsome it almost felt impertinent to stare.
“No fever, though?”
“It still hurts….”
At that, Yeonho took Ryun’s temples between both hands and pressed in with steady, circular pressure.
The relief of it made Ryun close his eyes and let out a low groan — and Yeonho huffed a quiet laugh.
“Looks like stress. Don’t take medicine — just rest.”
He led Ryun over and laid him down on the bed, then rested his hand against Ryun’s forehead.
The coolness of his hand felt so good that Ryun’s eyes drifted shut contentedly — and seizing the opportunity to also sort out his dilemma, Ryun called to Yeonho.
The thing was, for a dilemma like this, Hwahyeon was too upstanding to confide in, Gyeom was the very subject of the dilemma, and Woomin — the next closest person — was also part of it.
If Haeseong were around, Ryun would’ve unloaded it all on him — but Haeseong was away on a business trip and wouldn’t be back for a while, and Ryun’s patience might very well snap before then.
“Teacher.”
“Mm.”
“If someone’s interested in me but won’t make a move — how do I get them to?”
“…What?”
Yeonho looked genuinely caught off guard. Ryun, who had only ever seen that face cold or bored, was more startled by the unfamiliar expression than anything.
Wait, why do you look so flustered? Seeing Yeonho’s flustered reaction, Ryun’s own face went puzzled — and Yeonho, catching sight of Ryun’s confused expression, contorted his face sharply.
“……Who exactly are you trying to get?”
Something seemed to have irritated him, because Yeonho was grinding his teeth — and those teeth were so white, so perfectly even, such a pretty shape that Ryun’s eyes drifted there automatically.
Ryun stared blankly and idly wondered if you could string them into a necklace and sell it — then snapped back to himself and said vaguely, just someone, brushing it off. Yeonho’s mouth curved into a crooked smile and he brought his face closer to Ryun’s.
“Well — I’m not sure who it is, but… maybe try making them jealous?”
As he said it, he ran his finger slowly down the line of Ryun’s face, tracing its contour.
Yeonho’s low, unhurried voice continued to hum in the air, sinking directly into Ryun’s ears.
