Even after hearing those words, you still wanted to see my face? I wanted to run over and grab Seo Heejin by the collar and shake him.
“Ah, I’m really uncomfortable with that guy.”
I tried whining and backing away, but before I could grab Seo Heejin’s collar, Song Ki grabbed me by the collar and dragged me over.
The closer I got, the worse Seo Heejin’s mood seemed to get too, as he glanced once at my collared neck and frowned even more. When we said we didn’t like each other, why were they stepping in? My colleagues seemed to misunderstand what true colleague love was.
“Jeong Yunwoo, you’re dating so it’s hard to see your face?”
Hyungtae’s voice pretending to be casual was exactly an acting tone. I never said I was dating, and I see his face at the company every day.
“What.”
My pride was hurt to leave after coming all the way to the table, so when I plopped down in front of Hyungtae, Song Ki forcibly pushed the seat I was sitting in and moved me in front of Seo Heejin. Ah, no. Seeing Seo Heejin’s face up close after a long time, my dick stood up without even warming up. Is this a side effect? Until now, seeing Seo Heejin’s face made my sexual desire completely cool off. When I covered my mouth and lowered my head in embarrassment, a small sigh was heard from in front of me.
“You two talk it out. It’s so hostile we can’t hang out together.”
Song Ki, who threw out the main point, poured makgeolli into my glass with a gush.
“That hyung, ha… no.”
At that sight, Seo Heejin tried to say something then stopped talking and sighed again. It was obvious what he was trying to say. He was going to say I can’t drink makgeolli well.
Even though I drink soju and beer well, takju is poison to me. Seo Heejin’s white fingers placed on the table fidgeted restlessly. Then, as if it really wouldn’t do, he eventually raised his hand high and called the ajumma.
“Ajumma, one bottle of soju here please.”
Then he hesitantly took away the glass full of makgeolli placed in front of me. He was a disgustingly kind guy.
But, sorry, it couldn’t be helped. Just sitting face to face like this, I was going crazy desperate for Seo Heejin’s dick.
Anyway, among the four of us, I held my liquor best. Not that I talk when drunk, but among these alcohol trash, I drank the best at least. So now that it came to this, the best option was to kill them all with alcohol and leisurely go home to play with my dildo friends and sleep.
As soon as the ajumma brought the soju and glasses, I ran excitedly.
* * *
“Uuum—”
While pouring alcohol into the empty glass, I thought. Was Seo Heejin this strong with alcohol? Hyungtae and Song Ki, who unnecessarily created a reconciliation setting, were already passed out lying down.
Seo Heejin, who drank one glass of makgeolli and was drinking soju at the exact same pace as me, had no intention of dying.
We’re on our fifth bottle now, so it’s a situation where we’ve each drunk at least two bottles or more. Even without any conversation. In the noisy bar, only the two of us were stubbornly keeping our mouths shut, creating the strange spectacle of drinking one glass of alcohol, eating snacks, and drinking another glass of alcohol again.
This was a confrontation. Between me who absolutely couldn’t say ‘whenever I see you, only your dick comes to mind’ and Seo Heejin who struggled with good child disease without knowing my situation, a battle of stubbornness.
I had no intention of backing down, but Seo Heejin also seemed to have absolutely no intention of backing down. But, my limit was gradually approaching.
My drinking capacity is three bottles at most. When the sixth bottle we’re finishing now ends, my limit starts. From now on it was a battle of mental strength.
But, Seo Heejin must definitely be at his limit now too.
The seventh bottle started, hoping desperately that Seo Heejin was at his limit. Eventually, when that bottle was half empty, the loser was decided. I lost.
Words started coming out of my mouth without a filter.
“Did you… know I was coming…?”
At the first words that came out haltingly, Seo Heejin seemed a bit surprised. Did he not even think I’d speak first?
“Yes. I knew.”
The voice answering back was more articulate than I expected. This bastard, this. Haven’t you been hiding your drinking capacity all this time?
“Ha… then you shouldn’t have come…”
Seo Heejin’s pretty face wrinkled heavily.
“I know hyung doesn’t like me, but I didn’t want to ruin my social life too.”
What social life is it among colleagues? If you want to do social life, you should drink with guys desperate to ride the line like our Manager Park.
“I… fuck. Because of you… ha, fuck…”
Looking back at my life ruined thanks to Seo Heejin, only curses came out. Thinking about it, no matter how much Song Ki vomited, it would’ve been good if Seo Heejin just left him alone. He should’ve asked Hyungtae, not me, to bring clothes to change into. All the fault was Seo Heejin’s.
“What did I do?”
Seo Heejin asked back. No matter how drunk I was, thinking how could I say such a thing, I closed my mouth.
“…No.”
“Yunwoo hyung. What did I do?”
Even in the midst of this, it was amazing that the word hyung came out of Seo Heejin’s mouth without fail. If it were me, ‘this bastard that bastard,’ no, ‘fucking bastard son of a bitch’ would’ve all come out already.
“Ha… no. What’s the point of saying it…”
I need to come to my senses. I raised my hand and rubbed my stiff eyes. How long has it been since I was this drunk? While I was rubbing my eyes hard, Seo Heejin suddenly grabbed my wrist. Ah, why really.
“Don’t rub your eyes. Your cornea will get hurt.”
The face pretending to be kind even after being cursed at by me was disgusting. When I let out a deep sigh openly, Seo Heejin finally realized what he’d done and withdrew his hand.
“Hyung, so what did I do?”
Seo Heejin seemed to have no intention of letting go of the bait he’d bitten once.
“Say something.”
Saying it couldn’t be that easy. If I could just sleep with Seo Heejin just once, I’d be fine dying tomorrow right away. Then I wouldn’t have to act so pathetic while making many people uncomfortable.
My damn sexual desire was ruining all my social life as Seo Heejin said.
Am I really a beast? Looking at a perfectly normal person’s face and only thinking of dick, and while ruining all my relationships… even now only Seo Heejin’s dick comes to mind. Inside my pants, my half-erect dick has no intention of wilting.
Along with the intoxication, sadness washed over me, wondering why I live like this.
“…No. It’s not necessary.”
Suddenly my nose tingled, so I waved my hands back and forth. No matter how much I blamed Seo Heejin, honestly I knew this wasn’t something that happened because of Seo Heejin.
“Hyung, if you don’t talk, you can’t go home.”
Seo Heejin, still speaking clearly, poured alcohol into the empty soju glass with a gush, seemingly having no intention of giving me a break even seeing my state.
“Yes. Now that it’s come to this, you can die and I can die.”
When the word ‘die’ was heard, my brain, which lost reason, cried out. It’s better to die than live like this. My tear ducts also loosened because of the alcohol, so tears suddenly came and I made fists with both hands and pressed down hard on my eye sockets.
“Hyung…? Yunwoo hyung? Are you okay…?”
The voice that suddenly came tenderly made me more miserable.
“What do you, hic, what do you know…! Fuck, because of you my life…”
Even the voice that burst out was full of sobbing.
“Hyung, are you crying?”
Even though I shook my head back and forth with both eyes covered, it was clear I was already caught. Perhaps because my vision was blocked, the footsteps approaching me step by step also sounded loud.
My body was turned to the side and when the fists covering my eyes were removed, Seo Heejin’s flustered face appeared close up in my blurred vision.
Hic. Dick. Please read the situation.
“Shall we go home now? Can you go home? Should we go to my place?”
What kind of question mark attack is this? The moment Seo Heejin saw a bit of tears, he poured out his worries… It was so like Seo Heejin that I couldn’t help but laugh. At my laughter, Seo Heejin’s tense face relaxed a bit.
Seo Heejin, returning to the gentle expression I’d always known, teased me.
“If you cry and then laugh, hair will grow there.”
“Geez… I don’t have hair there.”
Oops. My drunk tongue said something unnecessary. There was no need to come out about my back hole hair removal. Seo Heejin, who didn’t catch the meaning of my words, just laughed as if dumbfounded and slipped his hand between my armpits.
With a sound of “up we go,” my body was lifted up and my cheek dropped onto Seo Heejin’s shoulder.
On the day of the accident, I was only looking at his dick so I didn’t notice, but his body was firmer than I thought. As I was dragged along, practically held by Seo Heejin, I urgently patted his firm back.
“Hey… what about those guys…?”
Seo Heejin glanced over his shoulder at Song Ki and Hyungtae, then shook his head.
“Don’t know. They’ll figure it out. I’ll take care of the bill.”
Since Seo Heejin, who was at least less drunk, said so, what could I do in my completely wasted state? I could only nod and say okay.
Seo Heejin naturally got into a taxi heading to his place, taking me with him. I was too drunk to control my body, so even as I leaned against his firm shoulder, my gaze was directed at Seo Heejin’s lower body. Occasionally, Seo Heejin’s hand around my shoulder seemed to tickle my hair, but I didn’t even have the strength to brush it away.
“Hyung. Are you sleeping?”
