Yeo Dowoon first entered the original password and stepped into the entrance. And he thought. Perhaps being able to continuously feel another person’s presence even after work was a blessed thing.
“Look how desolate the atmosphere is.”
He was inwardly amazed when he encountered the chilly atmosphere in the middle of the living room. The piano and picture frames placed there like eyesores looked unnecessarily shabby.
The fact that all those items were imported goods brought in for a fortune didn’t matter in the slightest.
“The house is a bit too spacious to live alone.”
Yeo Dowoon continued muttering to himself in what seemed like a somewhat miserable way to soothe his unfamiliar loneliness.
Perhaps because he had spent the vacation period rubbing shoulders with several people, the empty space felt in the silent house seemed excessively vast.
Yeo Dowoon first opened not his own room but Cha Haseong’s bedroom door.
“…As expected, he’s gone.”
As anticipated, Cha Haseong had completely cleared out his belongings.
The empty room was neatly organized as if no one had ever set foot in it. Even the tissue box on the side table had been replaced with a new product, so there wasn’t a single fault to be found no matter how hard he looked.
Even trying to become indifferent, restless feelings repeatedly spread.
Yeo Dowoon moved without even thinking of looking into the other rooms. He just wanted to change his clothes quickly. If he gulped down beer to wet his throat, his dejection would probably fly away too.
“Waaaaaaaaagh! Uaaaaaaaaaah!”
But he had to quickly pull his upper body back before even stepping foot into his bedroom.
“Aeuuuuuuuu…!”
Because someone who rushed at him while letting out a monster-like roar swung their arms wildly as if to grab him. Yeo Dowoon became so dumbfounded he began to doubt whether this was a dream or reality.
“Haak…, heu…”
Rough breathing sounds that seemed like they would only come from a wild boar that appeared deep in the mountains echoed throughout the room from start to finish. Thanks to that, Yeo Dowoon could notice without delay. These were definitely deliberately exhaled moans.
“Heu…, ha…, aeu!”
“…”
“Aaeuuu…!”
Unnatural and contrived, they were suitable for inducing nausea in the listener.
“…You crazy bastard. What are you doing here?”
Yeo Dowoon asked slowly, not even having the energy to shout. When the lighting in the room turned on brightly with a click, Yoon Minoh, who had been catching his breath while leaning obliquely against the wall near the door, smiled with his eyes.
“My goodness, can’t you tell by looking?”
“I can’t. It’s disgusting.”
“I’m in the middle of seducing.”
“Who?”
“The womanizer who took my innocence.”
Only after hearing the nasal voice did Yeo Dowoon notice that he was only wearing a tight sleeveless shirt. Yoon Minoh struck an elegant pose like male magazine models and showed off his physique.
“Haah. Dowoon hyung…”
“…What the hell are you trying to do in the middle of the night?”
When Yeo Dowoon asked as if it was absurd, Yoon Minoh was even more dumbfounded.
“You’re the one who seduced me to meet at eleven o’clock, so why are you playing dumb?”
“You disgusting bastard, when did I set my house as the meeting place?”
“Is that so? Um…, anyway, we met so it’s fine. Now. Keep watching.”
“What!”
“The seduction. I said I’m in the middle of seducing.”
Last time too, he had made such a fuss and ended up kneading Yoon Minoh’s firm chest, but if he fell for this guy’s tricks again today, his humanity would be slandered.
“Crazy bastard…”
Yeo Dowoon was horrified and slammed the door with a bang. When the door tried to open again, he desperately prevented it.
The confined Yoon Minoh shouted loudly from the other side, “Ah, come on! Hyung!” But Yeo Dowoon displayed quick reflexes and froze the door solid.
“Damn it, open it! I even did bicep and tricep pumping to show you, hyung!”
Yoon Minoh, who had prepared a surprise event using his sculpted muscles, shouted as if dejected.
“I thought my chest was going to burst!”
“Why are you making me appreciate your chest pumping?”
He was simply astounded at why Yoon Minoh was taking out his frustration on him over the weights he had excitedly done himself. But Yoon Minoh didn’t calm down easily.
“I’m really going to get upset!”
“…”
“Fuck, hyung, if you keep coming at me like this, should I change my concept?”
When complaints poured from him, Yeo Dowoon felt disgusted as expected. Bang, bang! The cooled door shook as if it would break. At Yoon Minoh’s warning, Yeo Dowoon answered concisely.
“I’ll give you that room. You sleep there.”
No matter how quiet the empty house was, he didn’t come to miss Yoon Minoh’s booming voice. Yeo Dowoon lamented while under serious stress.
At least tonight, he should try to sleep as far away from this bedroom as possible. If it really didn’t work out, he even thought about escaping to a hotel. Then, Yoon Minoh hurriedly begged for forgiveness.
“…Haah, shit. I’m sorry for growing my chest without telling you in advance. It’s all my fault.”
“You got it wrong. Big chests aren’t wrong. You don’t need to apologize for not giving advance notice either.”
“Really?”
“But your chest is wrong. You should apologize for that. It makes people so fucking…”
Yoon Minoh was a bastard who looked prettiest when confined. The same when he wasn’t visible, so if he stayed hidden quietly like this with his mouth shut, he would definitely monopolize the seniors’ affection.
“It makes people so fucking savage.”
Even he himself wanted to beat sense into that bastard when he chattered recklessly. However, Yoon Minoh interpreted his words arbitrarily and countered like a sly snake.
“You’ll knead them savagely, right? My chest?”
The moment Yeo Dowoon turned his back languidly pretending not to have heard, the tightly closed door shattered with a roar.
“…Ah. Yoon Minoh, this bastard, really.”
The young blood who appeared while stomping heavily on the door wrapped in layers of ice laughed, “Hahaha.”
His arrogant-looking expression and the corners of his mouth looked quite obnoxious. Yoon Minoh’s characteristic nasal voice leaked out loaded with coquettish aegyo.
“I ran bathwater so hyung wouldn’t be tired. I also bought bath bombs, want to try them together?”
Along with the sentence being completed, Yoon Minoh’s breathing also became increasingly ragged. So Yeo Dowoon had no choice but to feel bewildered at the bizarre behavior he was displaying.
This bastard… needed a helping hand. Preferably a professional’s hand.
“If we’re trapped in bubbly foam, whatever we do will be completely hidden.”
“…”
“Any hand play, any foot play, we can do freely, haah. I’m completely trembling just imagining it. Just…, just out of breath, mm. My butt is also throbbing from excitement and it’s chaos. Hyung, can you see?”
Yoon Minoh pointed somewhere, but Yeo Dowoon never lowered his gaze.
Would such a bastard really show improvement even if he received treatment? It was a point when the thought that perhaps the best solution was to live thoroughly isolated from society was gaining persuasiveness.
Yoon Minoh asked.
“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re spacing out at the thought of bathing with me?”
Waving his palm in front of Yeo Dowoon’s eyes that had lost focus and become murky, he chimed in with an “Aing.”
“Hyung must be really excited. I’m the same. My heart’s pounding like crazy.”
As if he had decided to enter the bathtub with Yeo Dowoon, he seemed ready to take off his top right away. Yeo Dowoon asked back in a lukewarm tone.
“Do you want to go out after fainting, or do you want to go out while conscious?”
Then Yoon Minoh lowered and raised his eyelids repulsively. Blink blink, as if imitating a docile camel. Yeo Dowoon gave a total of two choices.
“Do you want to go out after getting beaten, or do you want to pack your stuff and leave tactfully?”
“…Uing? Are you angry?”
“I’m always angry every time I see your face.”
It was true. Yeo Dowoon was always receiving fatal mental damage from Yoon Minoh’s constant harassment, and therefore was struggling with him without exaggeration.
Yoon Minoh also seemed to recognize the solemn atmosphere and covered his deep cleavage with a polite posture.
“…Really, I’m sad that I couldn’t live up to hyung’s expectations today.”
But his chattering mouth was still a sight to behold. When Yeo Dowoon’s complexion turned ashen, Yoon Minoh rambled on in a devil-may-care manner.
“But everyone can have different standards, right? Tomorrow I’ll be wearing a bunny boy outfit. With rabbit ears and tail attached, and a carrot in my mouth. The day after that, should I just be wearing drawers?”
After finishing his appeal that he was prepared for anything, he winked in a sickeningly affected manner.
At that moment, Yeo Dowoon felt certain that God had placed him on an earthly judgment stand. He was testing whether he could endure without killing that Satan bastard even in such an atrocious situation.
God… please. Faith as thin as toilet paper sprouted in a thorough atheist.
“You’ve milked it so much it’s boring, Minoh.”
Please give me a revelation. If your revelation is to beat that bastard to death, I’m willing to convert with a devout heart.
But he knew it was nonsense. Yeo Dowoon evaluated without pretense.
“You’re getting stale these days.”
With a frighteningly serious expression.
“Don’t you have a different routine?”
It was about time to get tired of Yoon Minoh’s methods.
Spouting old-fashioned obscenities, proudly showing off his balloon-like chest, fooling around even after getting beaten. Hugging greedily.
“At this level, isn’t your imagination lacking?”
Yeo Dowoon judged by borrowing the eyes of a spectator observing the overall situation.
If this were a scene from a novel or movie, he felt he would leave a cold impression that the work’s quality deteriorated every time Yoon Minoh appeared.
Yoon Minoh was sticking to methods that were that easy to get sick of.
“…You say it’s boring?”
