Jae-min spread his hands wide and placed them in front of his chest. It was a shape almost like hugging two watermelons. When he explicitly described the breast size, Hyun-woong’s face scrunched up sharply.
Disgust appeared in his eyes like someone who’d witnessed a very messy scene.
“I don’t remember people by breast size like you.”
“Wow, wait. You say it like this? But Yun-ji isn’t normally big, right? Not just men but if you’re human, your eyes go to the chest first…”
“Pervert bastard.”
In a voice lowered by a tone, Hyun-woong spat out the curse. Then he glared at Jae-min with terrifying eyes. Jae-min looked at Hyun-woong with an absurd gaze.
If Yun-ji had been here, it was conversation content that could have gotten him splashed with coffee or slapped. Since Hyun-woong was Yun-ji’s boyfriend, it was understandable that he’d get angry like this. But it was hard to understand why he was being cursed at as a ‘pervert’ instead of ‘don’t talk about my lover that way.’
Moreover, honestly from Jae-min’s position of having been dumped through a transfer breakup, he’d spoken as gently as possible while suppressing his anger, and it was also true that Yun-ji had noticeably large breasts. It seemed like he was getting scolded excessively compared to the crime committed.
While choosing words to refute, Hyun-woong shot up from his seat as if trying to leave. That’s when it happened.
“Ah!”
A man walking toward an empty seat in the lounge bumped into Hyun-woong. The other person seemed to have not looked ahead properly while looking at his phone. The short man’s head crashed exactly into Hyun-woong’s chest.
‘Gasp! That must hurt.’
Recalling Hyun-woong who had flinched even when hands just touched his chest, Jae-min opened his mouth wide. At Hyun-woong’s death cry, the other person also startled and raised his head.
“Gasp! I’m sorry!”
“Ugh, no… it’s okay. Please pass.”
The man who bumped into him by mistake looked thoroughly frightened seeing Hyun-woong, who was much bigger than himself. When Hyun-woong replied with his teeth clenched tightly, the man hurriedly passed. Jae-min, who was watching the situation before his eyes dumbfounded, suddenly moved his eyes to the side.
As Hyun-woong moved, his outerwear had flapped and been pushed aside. Because of that, his chest wrapped in the tight gray t-shirt was fully visible. Jae-min’s pupils dilated greatly.
“Hey!”
Jae-min suddenly got up and grabbed the opened hoodie zip-up. But because he hastily grabbed near the neck, Hyun-woong’s body swayed and tilted. His eyes that had widened greatly changed to become half-closed.
“Did you grab my collar because I called you a pervert bastard?”
“No, that…”
Unable to find words to say, Jae-min moved his mouth then suddenly went “Ah” and made a sound.
“I’m going to the bathroom! Do you know where it is?”
“…What? They’re at both ends of the corridor.”
“Right! Ah, I drank a lot of water so I need to go. I’ll be back!”
Jae-min shouted in a fluster and removed his hand from Hyun-woong’s clothes. Thanks to him pulling, the clothes were closed almost as if fastened. Jae-min left the bewildered-looking Hyun-woong and hurriedly moved his steps to leave the lounge, then slightly looked back.
Hyun-woong stood frowning, then suddenly flinched and lowered his head. The moment he checked inside the hoodie zip-up, his complexion turned deathly pale. Hyun-woong hastily grabbed his bag and moved his steps toward the back door.
Jae-min, who was quietly watching Hyun-woong running urgently toward the bathroom on the opposite side, slyly came back inside the lounge.
“The massage effect really works.”
The chest on the side that had been bumped hard was wetly soaked. Though gauze was attached, it seemed to have leaked to the side. Jae-min sat in the chair and propped his chin.
Though he’d been somewhat worked up by the words ‘pervert bastard,’ it wasn’t a word he’d only heard once or twice, and since it was a fact he recognized to some degree himself, there wasn’t much damage. Though he’d been worked up because of who the other person was.
More than anything, thinking of Hyun-woong who would soon have his milk squeezed by the man he’d judged to be a pervert bastard…
“Ah, it really is fun.”
His heart pounded as if facing an interesting game. Jae-min bit his nails and laughed a little.
02.
―Yes, MLS Clinic.
Jae-min, who came out of the student center, went into a deserted corner and called the clinic. Cheol-hui, the desk staff member, answered right away.
“Manager, this is Lim Jae-min.”
―Yes, Jae-min?
“Did the patient I was in charge of make an appointment today?”
At Jae-min’s question, the sound of mouse clicks was heard two or three times.
―You mean Kang Hyun-woong? Today’s appointments are all full, so he’s scheduled for treatment tomorrow morning.
It seemed he’d stopped by the bathroom earlier and contacted the clinic right away. So today’s appointments were over. Though Jae-min waited after taking time to return to the team project meeting spot, Hyun-woong didn’t come. He probably roughly dealt with his chest leaking breast milk and went straight home.
Even after going home, he’d probably be locked in his room worried about being discovered by family. The image of Hyun-woong not knowing what to do about the milk flowing from his large chest was vivid before his eyes.
Did he press and wipe it with tissue, did he try kneading and squeezing it himself? Or perhaps he blocked it by layering several pieces of gauze.
Whichever imagination was true, it was equally interesting. Jae-min raised the corners of his mouth crookedly and licked his lower lip with his tongue.
“Then I’ll come to work tomorrow.”
―I heard from the director you’re not working weekends. You’re coming out on Saturday?
Doubt was mixed in Cheol-hui’s dry tone. It was understandable. Cheol-hui would know all about how he’d tried to run away saying he wouldn’t do the part-time job.
“Yes, because it’s the first customer I was in charge of.”
Jae-min, who cleared his voice, replied seriously.
“I want to keep being in charge and giving massages.”
He laid out words pretending to have tremendous responsibility and service spirit. In reality, he just wanted to enjoy directly kneading Hyun-woong’s chest and watching him feel ashamed.
―Well, suit yourself. Then I’ll see you tomorrow morning.
Cheol-hui responded casually and hung up. Jae-min smiled slightly while putting his phone in his pocket.
Even though it was the weekend, he didn’t have any plans anyway, and no matter what kind of amusement, nothing could be more thrilling than this. Jae-min headed home while recalling the moisture that had wetly soaked Hyun-woong’s gray t-shirt.
The next day, Jae-min opened his eyes earlier than usual. When he opened the window, the weather was very nice. After taking a deep breath, Jae-min hummed a tune while finishing his shower and found clean clothes to wear.
He even sprayed perfume he’d once received as a gift from Yun-ji but never used once because he didn’t like the scent. Because this way he felt like he could hide his identity even more.
After finishing preparations, Jae-min headed to the clinic with light steps. When departing from school he took the bus, but departing from home he took the subway. Arriving at Apgujeong, he walked along the now-familiar alley and arrived at ‘MLS Clinic Shop.’
After lightly exchanging eye greetings with Cheol-hui sitting at the reception desk, he entered the staff changing room and changed clothes.
“Please call me when my customer arrives!”
Jae-min said to Cheol-hui and went straight into the director’s office. Whether Yong-seok had stepped away for a moment, the director’s office was empty. Jae-min, who plopped down on the sofa, picked up his phone.
As he was passing time mindlessly playing a simple mobile game, before long a knocking sound came.
“He just arrived. He’s moved to the treatment room.”
At Cheol-hui’s voice, Jae-min quit the game without hesitation and got up from his seat.
He walked leisurely down the corridor toward the treatment room. When he opened the curtain, as always, that body so large the bed would struggle was lying there. With his eyes covered by a special eye mask made so it wouldn’t come off easily, his top completely removed.
“Ahem.”
When Jae-min cleared his throat for voice acting, Hyun-woong, sensing a presence, flinched.
“Is the chest pain any better?”
He asked while taking a step closer. Hyun-woong nodded.
“The pain from just brushing against it is gone, but… that…”
“But?”
All the facial skin not covered by the eye mask was red.
“Water really came out. Enough to make my clothes damp…”
“Let me take a look at your chest, shall we?”
He’d already seen the state of his chest directly, very vividly at the scene. But Jae-min pretended not to know and approached him. Then with his bare hands, he grabbed one side of his chest as if clutching it.
“Ngh…!”
His nipples were still sunken inward. Jae-min gently swept the nipples buried in the areolas with his long fingers. Though he’d only touched the nipple tips, a milky liquid was already smeared on his fingertips.
