“Um… President…”
“What.”
Before he knew it, Siwon was clenching his fists so tightly that veins were bulging. At the murderous scene, Seongyeom’s lips trembled.
“S, sorry… No, that’s…”
“Speak properly.”
Seongyeom’s smacking lips looked particularly luscious, making him grit his teeth. Dangerous. I need to quickly turn my attention elsewhere. Otherwise, I might realize the thought of wanting to rub my lips against those soft-looking lips, and rub below too.
But do people in their twenties these days not even have wrinkles on their lips? How can a man’s lips be so luscious?
“That is… I mean…”
This guy is sick. He’s a sick kid.
Siwon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Even repeating that to himself, his below that had swollen tautly had already recognized the person in front of him and was responding enthusiastically. That’s him. The angel who broke through a year of celibacy is right in front of you, so what are you hesitating for? Not knowing its owner’s efforts, it got extremely angry.
“What I want to say is…”
“Fuck…”
“S, sorry…!”
When Siwon spat out a curse, Seongyeom was startled and lowered his head. With his face red as a ripe apple, Seongyeom squeezed his eyes shut, frustrated with himself. It’s not like I’m learning to speak for the first time, and I can’t even properly say sorry—I’m such an idiot.
He felt Siwon was amazing for waiting so patiently. Seongyeom opened and closed his mouth a few more times like a goldfish, but this time no voice came out.
How do I say it? What do I say? Sorry for talking back? That I won’t do it again next time…?
…Next time? Isn’t that strange? Will there be a next time? But we’ve already done it twice as of today, so would a third time be difficult?
…Crazy. Crazy Lee Seongyeom. Shameless Lee Seongyeom. What about the kids’ tutoring? What about the housework? Aren’t you going to earn money? Aren’t you going to be independent? When you should be begging not to be kicked out, you talked back to your employer? Why do you act so thoughtlessly? Quickly, even now, apologize…
“…Are you crying? Why suddenly…?”
Siwon suddenly came to his senses. He hadn’t even noticed that Seongyeom’s shoulders were trembling while fighting with the self inside him. When he gently lifted his chin, Seongyeom pushed Siwon away. His palm was damp with sweat.
“I’m… not crying…”
“Then what?”
Siwon frowned once more. At Siwon’s expression, Seongyeom’s tears welled up once again.
Can’t even speak properly, and tears on top of that. The worst as a man. Let’s cut off my dick. Return Ms. Na’s lovingly made seed pepper, Lee Seongyeom.
Seongyeom lowered his eyes, dispirited. Tears hung on his long eyelashes. His eyes went to the reddened eyes that looked just like makeup had been applied. Wanting to keep seeing that sight, Siwon deliberately urged Seongyeom’s answer.
“If you’re not crying, then what?”
“It’s just that President… mmph!”
Seongyeom sniffled and raised his head. At that moment, Siwon grabbed both sides of his face. Seongyeom drew in a breath urgently. When he reflexively tried to pull his body back, Siwon grabbed his cheek and neck.
“Ugh!”
Their lips collided just like that.
Siwon grabbed both wrists trying to push him away with one hand and pressed down hard on the back of his head. Seongyeom’s mind went completely blank. As their lips collided and hit his front teeth, tears welled up once more. Seongyeom squinted one eye at the force sucking as if it would tear his lips.
“Mmph!”
He’s definitely teasing me. Seongyeom pounded on Siwon’s chest. Even though a fairly heavy and dull sound came out, Siwon didn’t budge at all. Knowing he couldn’t stop this man with his own strength, he entrusted his body to the overwhelming rhythm, hoping the kiss would end quickly.
A streak of cold tears ran down his cheek. Every kiss with the President, no matter which number it was, had a salty taste.
At the touch that caressed his cheeks and ruffled his hair countless times, strength gradually drained from the hand gripping his neck. When the tongue that had been roughly sweeping inside his mouth loosened a bit and he raised his head, short kisses persistently followed. It felt like being licked by a large dog’s tongue.
***
It seems…
I’m a piece of trash.
Having regained his reason, Siwon couldn’t bear to raise his head from the self-loathing that he’d almost touched a sick kid.
Just trying to get a whiff of flesh scent, I bit and sucked like a dog, and fell for the obvious provocation of being called hyung and tormented his lips. He’d come to his senses before completely crossing the line, but if this isn’t a piece of trash, then what is it?
If Hyerin saw me from heaven, what would she think?
“Haa…”
Siwon let out a deep sigh and raised his head. Whether he was scared, he saw Seongyeom trembling with his eyes tightly shut. At the sight that looked like a puppy trembling in fear, he couldn’t help but reach out.
Do I really have the right to touch this child? But Siwon carefully reached out his hand, wanting to at least fix his disheveled hair. When he gently stroked his head, the faintly trembling shoulders shook greatly.
When he first entered this room, he’d resolved many times to treat him well, but he’d made him cry again, making that meaningless. Siwon’s heart also became a bit urgent.
He was always a man who, before solving any matter, was more accustomed to a single look or gesture than words. He’d never been flustered by anyone. Siwon was confident to the point of arrogance in everything, but dealing with someone sixteen years younger was difficult.
“Um… ahem.”
Even when Siwon cleared his throat, Seongyeom didn’t seem to have any intention of raising his head. Siwon scratched the back of his head roughly, then pulled down Seongyeom’s hand covering his face.
“Why are you crying?”
“…I’m not crying.”
The voice saying he’s not crying trembles mercilessly like a goat’s. Siwon habitually answered yeah, yeah while clumsily wiping Seongyeom’s tears.
“Then what’s all this?”
“……”
Instead of answering, Seongyeom made a walnut chin as if about to cry again. Siwon had to try not to grip Seongyeom’s hand too hard.
It’s the first time a grown man looks cute.
No matter how much he wiped, the tears didn’t seem like they would stop. Siwon wiped his wet hand by rubbing it on his pants. Siwon’s suit pants were soaked to a dark color from Seongyeom’s tears.
Feeling sorry that the expensive-looking suit pants were being used as a tear wiper, Seongyeom watched Siwon wipe his hands for a moment. Then suddenly his gaze moved to the side. Siwon’s front was bulging prominently.
Snake… head?
“Geez, really.”
Siwon eventually picked up the tissue box placed on the nightstand. Then he pulled out tissues roughly and brought them to right in front of Seongyeom’s nose. Seongyeom blinked with a dazed expression.
“Blow.”
He was being treated completely like a child. Siwon himself had an indifferent expression as he urged Seongyeom.
“Hurry up?”
It looked like he wouldn’t budge until he blew his nose. In the end, Seongyeom blew his nose until it stung. Squinting one eye at Siwon’s touch wiping his tears once more, he looked down between his pants.
The tautly swollen below looked stuffy. He didn’t know why it had grown that much, but it was clearly an opportunity to make up for his earlier mistake. Intent flickered again in Seongyeom’s eyes.
“Sleep.”
Siwon pulled over the blanket that had flown far away. He turned him on his side so his stitched back wouldn’t touch, then this time the touch covering him up to his neck was quite capable. This wasn’t the time. I need to quickly make up for my mistake… but what is this pillow filled with that it’s so soft and fluffy…
Seongyeom, who was feeling the texture of the blanket Siwon had covered him with and was about to close his eyes and try to sleep without realizing it, opened his eyes wide at the rustling sound.
Right! I need to help him get off too!
Seongyeom lifted his head from the fluffy pillow. He hurriedly turned his head to find Siwon. After confirming he hadn’t left the bed yet, his eyes gleamed toward the target located between Siwon’s legs.
Siwon, who was tidying up the surroundings and getting up from his seat, was on the verge of breaking out in a cold sweat at the persistent gaze felt from behind. Judging by how he kept glancing between his legs from when he had him blow his nose, it seemed he’d seen his below. He must be scared that I’ll do that kind of thing again.
…I did push him quite hard for a sick kid.
Siwon said while picking up the clothes strewn on the floor.
“I won’t touch you, so rest comfortably.”
Lee Seongyeom, seen over his shoulder, had a restless face as expected. Siwon, who let out what number sigh he didn’t know, was planning to close his eyes for a bit on the living room sofa. Seongyeom, unable to endure the stuffiness, grabbed Siwon who was about to leave the bedroom.
“President!”
“What?”
“I, I can’t… sleep alone.”
This is the first time confessing my trauma with such an embarrassing feeling. No, this was the first time saying such things to someone other than family.
Seongyeom couldn’t make eye contact and just stared at the innocent floor. He rubbed the sheet with his fingers hidden in the blanket and waited for Siwon’s reaction.
