Gazes with different purposes intertwined in a complex web. As Yeo Dowoon’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, Kwon Jeonghoo watched the scene with sticky eyes. A harsh answer followed.
“I’m already overwhelmed to death with just that, so what more could I possibly feel here?”
“…Overwhelmed?”
“Fucking overwhelmed. I can’t even breathe.”
Yeo Dowoon spoke only the truth. The range of emotions Kwon Jeonghoo was giving him was too steep and precipitous. If his head couldn’t understand it, would his heart be any different?
He might be intoxicated with self-consciousness, but Yeo Dowoon spat it out just in case.
“I’ve never thought of you that way, Captain.”
Worried it wasn’t enough, he hastily added two more sentences.
“And I won’t in the future either. To me, Captain, you’ll always just be the Captain, as you’ve always been.”
“…You’re grateful enough to make me die.”
Kwon Jeonghoo didn’t nitpick. Even if he saw an opening to wedge himself in, it would have been the same. He was a fair competitor. He didn’t want to pressure his confused opponent and force feelings.
However, he thought he could make just one promise.
“If you change your mind, tell me.”
Lifting up Yeo Dowoon’s front hair and kissing his neat eyes, he asked consistently.
“It would be unfair if I missed it without knowing.”
Putting down his pride wasn’t humiliating at all.
***
Yeo Dowoon held his hungry stomach until evening, completely cut off from the outside situation. He thought about holding out a bit longer, but unable to overcome his hunger, he hesitantly stepped out of his room.
“It’s quiet?”
However, making his worries seem pointless, he couldn’t feel any sign of other people in the hallway at all. He hoped it would stay this peaceful until he passed through the living room and arrived at the kitchen.
Especially with Yoon Minoh—he absolutely, to death, didn’t want to cross paths with him. That bastard was the type who would babble over a hundred words every time he opened his mouth once, exhausting people.
But as if Murphy’s Law was at work, Yeo Dowoon ran into the person he least wanted to face in the kitchen. As he dropped his shoulders in disappointment, Yoon Minoh asked as if dumbfounded.
“…What’s with that reaction?”
“Why are you out here?”
“Was there a rule saying I can’t come out?”
I’m hungry, so I came out. I was going to scavenge some ramen if there was any.
But Yeo Dowoon didn’t even ask for a single explanation and headed for the refrigerator. Lest he end up talking more, he busily moved his feet.
Yoon Minoh, who had been rummaging through the shelves above and below the sink, advised coolly.
“There’s nothing in the refrigerator. I already looked.”
Just as he said, the refrigerator boasted a clean blank space without even a piece of onion rolling around.
Since living with Cha Haseong, he had always been in charge of managing the refrigerator, so only now did Yeo Dowoon realize the critical fact that he hadn’t stopped by the mart with him today.
“Hey. The Guide-nim didn’t go out, did he?”
No. There was no need to ask this unreliable bastard; he could just go find out himself.
Going to the mart with Cha Haseong after work like newlyweds was such an important daily routine, and he forgot something so precious!
No matter how chaotically the day had gone, still… Yeo Dowoon wanted to kick himself.
Once they actually went to the mart, all he did was pull the cart and follow him around, but even doing porter duty while looking at his slender back was a dreamlike schedule for him.
“…Aren’t you going to fuck off?”
So Yeo Dowoon had no choice but to create a blade-shaped glacier as soon as Yoon Minoh blocked his path.
At the cold air piercing through the air’s trajectory, Yoon Minoh exclaimed in admiration repeatedly.
“Thrilling. Cool. Fucking like a chimera.”
As expected, people are all about what you see.
Yoon Minoh’s heart raced and his mood lifted most when Yeo Dowoon crafted ice into weapons like this. His heart was pounding so adorably, he wanted to take it out and show it to him.
It was a cruel enough imagination to make him stick out his tongue, but his body faithfully heated up squirmingly.
“Hyung, you know… The more you act crazy, the sexier you seem to look, haa.”
As Yoon Minoh spoke while exhaling sticky breaths, Yeo Dowoon, who didn’t have even a bit of desire to look sexy to him, got thoroughly angry.
“You should be rolling your eyes back and passed out to be barely tolerable, you fucking bastard.”
“What…? Rolling my eyes back?”
Yoon Minoh, pretending to be innocent while puffing his cheeks, made a show of pondering, then went ‘Ah!’ and smacked his lips.
“Our Dowoon hyung wants to send Minoh to Hong Kong that badly?”
Grinning with his eyes folded, he soon placed his hand around his belly button and murmured.
“At this rate, I’m going to burst…”
Like a complete pervert who can’t go through daily life without masochistic acts, he let out nasal sounds. His husky voice kept spouting nonsense.
“Hyung, I think your back line would be art. Your shoulders are broad but your waist is appropriately tapered in. That’s innate. Even if you want to make it, you can’t make it like that. It’s exactly the body I’ve been coveting.”
“…”
“Of course, I’m not a son of a bitch who likes people just for their bodies. I fell for you because your body is good too.”
Naturally, Yeo Dowoon completely lost his appetite.
The remarks were so disgusting that he lost even the will to attack and returned the ice spear he had painstakingly created back to nature.
No matter what way he knocked him unconscious, it seemed like Yoon Minoh would consider it a response to his dirty flirting, so futility kept washing over him.
“Hyung?”
As Yeo Dowoon treated him like an invisible person and passed by, he drew attention with a strange nasal sound. No. It was a moan even more vulgar than a nasal sound.
“Hnngh.”
“…”
“Haanh…?”
Anyway, this bastard was definitely a bastard who had studied to death only methods to piss people off.
When Yeo Dowoon turned around with a fierce momentum, Yoon Minoh put on terrible aegyo as if he had been waiting. The method was also quite Yoon Minoh-like—pulling down the zipper of his training suit to expose his upper body wearing only a tank top, he straightened his waist in a straight line as if exuding charm.
“Well, how about it? Do you like this?”
Yoon Minoh’s body was surrounded by muscles so solid that it wouldn’t make sense unless he was a physical-type Esper. It was even more suspicious since it didn’t seem like a twenty-year-old would stake his life on gym weights.
Yeo Dowoon unwittingly scanned Yoon Minoh’s chest with an analytical gaze.
“Too big.”
And honestly critiqued.
“Your chest is too big, it’s gross.”
“…Calling someone’s chest gross.”
“It should be moderately big, what do you do when it’s like a balloon?”
“No, then would it be better if it was as small as a gum sticker?”
Yoon Minoh asked back, acting tremendously hurt.
He seemed even more wounded since he usually had pride in his chest muscles. It felt like offering cherished chocolate only to be rejected for being tasteless.
But Yeo Dowoon had his own reasons too.
“It’s not natural. Your face looks twenty but only your chest is blatantly big.”
“Huh? Just because you’re twenty doesn’t mean your chest has to be small.”
Right. Just because you’re twenty doesn’t mean your chest needs to be small.
But a man’s chest being swollen so enormously as if it would launch was bound to provoke discomfort in the viewer. With some exaggeration, it was a size that looked like it would pop and deflate like a whoopee cushion if pricked with a needle.
Greek sculptors didn’t maintain human proportions in their activities for no reason.
Feeling anxious, Yoon Minoh began to preach the beauty of his flesh.
“My chest isn’t the only thing that’s bulging, my abs are bulging too. My thighs are bulging, and my butt too…”
“…”
“Ha, can’t you touch it and evaluate again?”
But when Yeo Dowoon showed no sign of concentrating at all, he quickly pulled over his cold hand and placed it right on his chest. Firm yet soft flesh wrapped snugly in his palm.
Yeo Dowoon’s hands weren’t small either, but he couldn’t grasp it all at once. It was because it was too big, way too big.
“It’s fine, so knead it all you want. Is it still gross?”
Big, warm, and soft. It was truly an addictive texture.
It wasn’t that he had never groped a chest bigger than this, but perhaps because it was his first chest in five whole years, Yeo Dowoon’s vigilance was very much loosened.
He squeezed the chest tightly as if entranced.
“Ungh…”
Though it stung a bit from the strong grip, Yoon Minoh willingly accepted his rough hand movements. He was willing to let it slide with a heart as vast as the sea even if he played around kneading it.
But then, Yeo Dowoon hurriedly pulled his hand away and said.
“…Can’t do it.”
Gulping down his saliva, he forcibly pulled up Yoon Minoh’s zipper. It wasn’t because he was a conservative person trying to clothe him, but precisely the opposite.
Yeo Dowoon was weak to temptation. Very much so.
“You can.”
Yoon Minoh, with keen perception, pressed his fine body against him as if saying ‘I knew it.’ He wanted to smile broadly and make smacking sounds, but he put it away thinking he should maintain some dignity in this situation.
He lowered his eyes deeply.
“What’s wrong with it?”
When the forced idiot quality fell away from his grating voice, only a pleasant kind of refined low tone remained, touching Yeo Dowoon’s ear.
An imaginary warning sound rang, woom.
“You can touch my chest harder.”
