“Hm? Let’s see the results of your workouts.”
“Crazy bastard…”
Hyun-woong muttered a curse and turned his head to the side. His butt remained attached to the chair. This point was quite unexpected to Jae-min. He thought Hyun-woong would either swear, stand up angrily, desperately refuse, or run away, but he unexpectedly stayed still.
“I’m really going to touch?”
With one hand on the table and bringing his other hand toward Hyun-woong’s chest, Jae-min asked as if confirming, leaving about 3cm of distance. Hyun-woong kept his lips firmly shut, avoided eye contact, and said nothing. It seemed like silent acceptance, so Jae-min’s eyes widened.
‘What’s with this guy? Is he not cautious?’
Was it okay to give his chest to someone else so easily like this? If milk came out, what excuse would he make? Question marks filled his mind.
He wondered if he should educate him not to let others touch his chest carelessly when he came back to the clinic. In a brief moment, Jae-min scanned the surroundings. The cafe was quiet, but there were other people there. There were employees at the counter too.
He hadn’t really planned to do the shameful act of groping a man’s chest in a cafe.
‘Why aren’t you refusing?!’
Anyway, now that it had come to this, he couldn’t not touch. Jae-min swallowed dry saliva and stretched his arm a bit more.
Jae-min’s fingertips touched the fabric of Hyun-woong’s t-shirt. Jae-min, who had gently brushed over the mound of his chest, spread his fingers wide and tried gripping the left chest. One side of the chest that stretched the shirt taut filled his grip completely.
It was natural that Hyun-woong’s nipples wouldn’t be felt since they were inverted and he would have gauze attached on top. Still, Jae-min rolled his palm pressed close with regretful touch. Wondering if there really wasn’t something like a soft pellet caught.
As he concentrated, his touch unconsciously became sticky. It was the moment he gently pressed and fondled the chest. Hyun-woong bit his lips firmly and hunched his neck.
“Ngh…”
At the short moan, Jae-min, who thought ‘oops’, deliberately made a mischievous expression and bent his fingers to slightly press his upper chest.
“Why is it so soft? Isn’t this fat, not muscle?”
“Ugh, it’s not.”
“Flex it, flex.”
Even when he first massaged, he’d been surprised that Hyun-woong’s chest was softer than expected. Since it was muscle built through exercise, he’d naturally thought it would be hard as a rock.
When he teased in a playful tone, Hyun-woong tensed his body. Then the chewy chest became hard and the fingers that had sunk in were pushed out.
“Ah, it does get really hard when you flex. Interesting.”
Genuinely finding it interesting, Jae-min moved his hand. When he brought his hand under his chest as if lifting it up, he felt Hyun-woong flinch.
When the pectoral muscle hardened, Jae-min was newly amazed. To think that milk came out from such a hard chest built through gym workouts. Even though he’d directly milked it recently, it felt surreal.
Worried that if he accidentally used too much force, he might witness the scene of milk coming out on campus like last time, Jae-min deliberately touched the chest gently. Whether Kang Hyun-woong knew of his thoughtful consideration or not. Jae-min slightly raised his narrowed eyes.
Hyun-woong still had his head turned to the side. Jae-min shifted his gaze to his round ears and thick neck. It seemed redder than usual.
He was suddenly seized by a strange impulse to make that skin turn even redder. Jae-min raised the corner of his mouth as he gently gripped Hyun-woong’s chest.
“You’re really big, your chest… With this much, shouldn’t you be wearing a bra?”
When he whispered the joke, Hyun-woong looked back at Jae-min in horror.
“What are you saying, you crazy bastard?”
“Mmm, you really have a good body. Should I work out too?”
Jae-min pretended not to hear Hyun-woong’s sharp retort and raised his other hand as well to grab both of Hyun-woong’s chests. It was the moment when Jae-min, feeling good from the sensation of them filling both his hands, forgot to release the pressure and tried to push his chests together toward the center like when massaging.
Snap, his wrists were grabbed.
“Now… stop it.”
With a rigidly hardened expression, Hyun-woong glared. His face was flushed red, and in his eyes surged an emotion that could only be called anger. At that moment, even Jae-min felt a slight chill down his back. He’d tried to play it off as a joke but crossed the line.
With Jae-min’s both hands placed on Hyun-woong’s chest, and Hyun-woong holding Jae-min’s wrists like that, they stopped and a brief silence flowed. Jae-min awkwardly smiled and stealthily removed his hands.
“Ah, sorry.”
Thud, the moment Jae-min sat back down on the sofa, Hyun-woong pressed his forehead and lowered his head.
“Haah…”
A deep sigh was heard. Jae-min blinked. His rationality had flown away thinking of teasing him, but thinking about it calmly, his actions just now were nothing short of bizarre. A man groping another man’s chest in a cafe.
Hyun-woong was stopped as if his forehead was stuck to the table. Jae-min scratched his cheek as he stared at the top of Hyun-woong’s head. He wondered how dumbfounded he must be to be draining all the strength from his body like that.
Jae-min, who had briefly pondered how to handle the current situation, checked the cafe clock. It was already evening. It was time to go home.
“Should we get up now? We finished what we had to do.”
He tried to lightly change the topic by leaving this space. But Hyun-woong shook his head. His forehead was still stuck to the table.
“Go ahead first.”
“Mm? Do you have something left to do?”
“Yeah, I…”
Hyun-woong, who had been muttering and trailing off, suddenly raised his head. Then he pointed at his laptop.
“I’ll organize the report a bit more.”
It was a strangely firm tone. Resolute as if he absolutely wouldn’t accept any objections.
Jae-min, who had been looking at Hyun-woong with a lukewarm expression, picked up his bag. The bag that had been shoved into a corner with the zipper left half-closed was full of wrinkles. Jae-min casually slung the bag strap over his shoulder and shrugged.
“Well, do as you like. I’m leaving first.”
“Yeah.”
Hyun-woong replied briefly. Jae-min turned around without lingering and opened the cafe door. Then he glanced back. Hyun-woong was slightly leaning forward, not giving the door a single glance. Thinking he was a weird guy anyway, wondering why he was stopped in such an awkward posture, Jae-min walked away.
The cafe was on the second floor. Jae-min, who had leisurely descended the stairs, headed toward a nearby bus stop. He put his hand in his bag to take out his wallet, but he kept fumbling because he couldn’t grab what he wanted. Jae-min, who had furrowed his brow, opened his bag wide.
“What? Where’s my wallet?”
There was no wallet in his bag. Jae-min, whose eyes widened, traced back his memory. He’d definitely entered the cafe and ordered coffee with the card in his wallet, and put it in the cloth bag on the way back to his seat, and shoved the bag into the corner of the chair with the zipper open.
‘Did it fall out when the bag got crushed then?’
It was sufficiently possible. Jae-min, who let out an annoyed sigh, turned around right there. At least it was fortunate that the bus stop was close to the cafe.
It was the moment he opened the building entrance door and stepped on the stairs to go back up to the second floor where the cafe was. Ding-a-ling, he stopped when he heard the bell sound that rang when the cafe door opened. Soon the employee’s voice was heard.
“The restroom is up one more floor, and you can enter the password, customer!”
“Thank you.”
The greeting that followed hurriedly before the employee even finished speaking was definitely Hyun-woong’s voice.
“Huk, ugh…”
As soon as the door closed, Hyun-woong roughly gasped for breath and ran up the stairs. Not only was his breathing rough, but moaning sounds could be heard as if something hurt.
‘What’s going on?’
The sound of Hyun-woong clattering up the stairs, the sound of the restroom password being pressed with beeping sounds, and the noise of the iron door opening were heard.
Only then did Jae-min move his stopped steps again. Since the cafe was on the second floor, he should have stopped after going up one floor, but Jae-min went up the stairs a bit more as if possessed.
He didn’t have certainty about what state Hyun-woong would be in right now, but the unusual atmosphere stimulated his curiosity. Jae-min headed to the third floor where the restroom was, killing the sound of his footsteps.
The restroom door that was supposedly locked with a password was left open with a gap because Hyun-woong hadn’t closed it properly. The more he looked, the more careless he was. Jae-min, who clicked his tongue inwardly, stealthily pulled the door handle.
Inside the restroom were two stalls. One stall was open, and the door of the opposite stall was closed. Sound came from the closed stall.
