“I couldn’t see your face properly, so I wasn’t sure. But what were you doing at the hospital? Are you sick somewhere? Don’t tell me you have aftereffects?”
“No. I accompanied my maternal grandmother for a health checkup.”
This time it was his maternal grandmother. Chaehun felt a strange feeling. There were many things he wanted to ask, but somehow it became a conversation between high school friends reuniting after ten years.
As they exchanged stories like that, the car soon arrived at the destination. What greeted Chaehun, who got out following Seunggeon, was a large residential-commercial complex apartment. Since it was a building that had been advertised on TV for a while, Chaehun even knew its name.
Chaehun turned to look at Seunggeon.
“You live here?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you rich?”
What he had only been thinking in his mind finally came out as sound. He thought “oops,” but Chaehun decided to be shameless this time too. The alcohol’s effect still remained.
At the transparent question, Seunggeon, who was puzzled for a moment, burst into light laughter. He was famous for not smiling much even during high school. What he just did was no different from roaring laughter.
Chaehun became embarrassed for no reason. Yeah. Laugh. I’m drunk. I’m a drunkard. So I won’t be ashamed.
“Sorry for asking this kind of thing, but I am curious. I know you’re the grandson of Taehwa Group’s chairman.”
“Really?”
“Well, something like that. Still, your grandfather being rich and you being rich are a bit different, aren’t they? Like having a driver and all.”
His words came out strangely saying that even third-generation chaebols live differently from each other. Perhaps because it was strange, Seunggeon didn’t wipe away his smile, though not as much as before.
“The driver and this place are temporarily borrowed. But I am rich.”
“Oh.”
“Let’s go now.”
Chaehun moved following Seunggeon, who admitted with his own mouth that he was rich. There was no time to have other conversations.
Right before getting on the elevator, a call came from Nam Taeho. A barrage of nagging poured out saying he thought he was dead since the bastard who went to catch Seunggeon didn’t return. Chaehun had to make an excuse that he was drunk and on his way home. He also added an apology saying sorry.
“It’s okay. I’m just a little tipsy. Yeah, see you later.”
When the call ended, Seunggeon, who had gotten off the elevator first, was waiting with the front door open.
“Come in.”
“I’m finally entering your house. This time there’s no one to interrupt either.”
Chaehun, who smiled brightly, entered inside full of anticipation. Taking off his shoes, putting on slippers, and going all the way inside, the interior came into view at a glance. Chaehun forgot what to say for a moment.
The living room, decorated in a modern black and white style, was very large but empty. The pitch-black wall-mounted TV and speakers, black leather sofa set, and white marble table were all the indoor furniture visible. The only thing that made him feel a sense of living was a single small memo pad on the table.
If the interior of a house represented a person’s taste or disposition, Seunggeon was somewhere between simple and desolate.
“You live simply. Can I look around?”
The best part of touring a house was touring the kitchen. Turning to look at Seunggeon to get permission from the homeowner, Seunggeon’s hand lightly touched his cheek and then fell away.
“Look around the house later.”
“Hm?”
“You shouldn’t forget what you came here to do.”
The handsome face drew closer, then lips lightly bumped together and moved away. The light contact was so soft it gave him goosebumps. Chaehun blankly looked at Seunggeon’s face that moved away for a moment and then came to his senses. He hadn’t come to hang out at a friend’s house.
Only then did Chaehun realize he came here to have sex with Seunggeon and became nervous.
“Remember?”
“Uh, mm. I remember.”
When he said he remembered, lips touched again. This time it was a proper kiss. His lower lip was sucked and tongues became entangled.
Chaehun responded to the kiss while grabbing Seunggeon’s arm that wrapped around his waist. Breath deeply penetrated. Body heat and lips overlapped, conveying a pounding resonance. The hot flesh that penetrated between his lips leisurely licked inside his mouth.
Chaehun’s kiss, whose last relationship ended two and a half years ago, was even older. In the moment he hesitated, the initiative passed to Seunggeon. The kiss swept dizzyingly. When his tongue was sucked and every corner of his mouth was caressed, he couldn’t come to his senses. As breathing became entangled, the angle at which lips interlocked reversed, and the tongue penetrated deeply again.
This is crazy. He’s really good at this.
Chaehun, who ended up helplessly clinging to Seunggeon, felt a bit wronged. Since he hadn’t kissed for well over two years, he felt like he became an idiot. However, even his wounded pride didn’t last long. His body heated up from just the kiss.
The wet squelching sound echoed in the wide living room. As he stumbled backward from the force of Seunggeon pushing, his back soon touched the wall. At the same time the tongue went in deeply, their bodies overlapped. As Seunggeon’s member was felt distinctly through the touching thigh, goosebumps ran through him and his body trembled repeatedly.
He truly realized that he was here to have real sex. It had been a really long time since he’d felt this kind of excitement. His breath caught, and his legs nearly gave out.
Unable to endure the overwhelming sensations, Chaehun pulled Seunggeon’s neck closer and indulged more deeply in the kiss. Meanwhile, Seunggeon’s hands slipped under his clothes. At some point, his padded jacket fell to the floor with a thud. As his cardigan was removed and Seunggeon’s hand swept across his bare skin beneath his shirt, his mind returned.
“W-wait a moment.”
Chaehun barely pulled his lips away and pushed against Seunggeon’s chest as he caught his breath.
“Why?”
“Are you going to do it like this?”
“Yeah.”
Chaehun dodged when Seunggeon tried to kiss him again. Although he was heated up, there was a problem with doing it like this.
“Wait, wait. I need to wash up.”
“It’s fine.”
“I’m not fine with it. Ah, seriously. I smell like meat.”
“Not really.”
“You just admitted I do. Ugh. Hey, mmh.”
Seunggeon kissed him forcefully. Since he said even the meat smell was fine, Chaehun had nothing more to say. Instead, not wanting to just be on the receiving end, he competitively stripped off Seunggeon’s clothes. He removed the expensive-looking coat and threw the jacket onto the floor. In the process, he muttered that there were too many buttons.
At some point, undressing became a game. Sucking on lips and tongues, removing clothes one by one, they headed toward the bedroom. By the time they reached the bed, Chaehun, now bare-chested, threw off Seunggeon’s necktie and focused on unbuttoning his shirt.
“This is really troublesome.”
Chaehun muttered anxiously. His hands kept slipping because Seunggeon’s lips and hands continued caressing him everywhere. The position was also bad. Half-lying on the bed, pinned under Seunggeon, he couldn’t undo the buttons at all.
“Just a moment.”
“…?”
After saying “just a moment,” Seunggeon knelt and straightened his upper body, then removed his shirt with his own hands. Chaehun, sitting up halfway awkwardly, watched as if mesmerized.
Since he was such a handsome guy, everything he did looked like a photoshoot, and his body was excellent too. His shoulders were broad and his chest was large. His abs displayed a clear six-pack. And there, he saw some marks. Scars that protruded in white and gray, different from Seunggeon’s skin color.
Chaehun frowned without realizing it.
“Is there a problem?”
As he stared intently, Seunggeon, who had taken off his shirt and was climbing onto the bed, asked what was wrong. Unable to smooth out his furrowed brow, Chaehun ran his hand over Seunggeon’s stomach as he came closer. He could feel the firm muscles flinch, and the scars raised on the smooth skin under his fingertips.
“That wound… Does it hurt?”
“It’s all healed.”
He could see just by looking that it was all healed. What Chaehun was worried about was the process until it healed. He’d heard the stab wound was bad, and it was in a position where organs would have been damaged. If he’d gone through rehabilitation treatment, he must have been seriously injured.
Sympathy and pity. Those weren’t emotions suited for sex.
“What do you like to do?”
“…?”
“I mean sex preferences.”
Having sorted out his awkward feelings, Chaehun grabbed Seunggeon’s belt and asked provocatively.
It was actually a belated question. Chaehun liked sex in a normal way. If they were going to do it anyway, they should enjoy it. Unless it was some terribly bizarre preference, he was willing to accommodate anything.
Perhaps it was an unexpected question, as Seunggeon’s answer came half a beat late.
“Not really. I don’t particularly have preferences.”
“You seem to like kissing though?”
