Even when I forcibly moved my creaking leg muscles to go wash up, Seo Heejin stuck right to me saying he was worried I might fall. While brushing my teeth, he hugged me from behind and nuzzled against me, and even when I showered, he watched from the side.
While saying it was a shame he couldn’t wash together since he was already fully dressed. Then when I told him to go out because I was going to pee, his eyes sparkled as if he was dying of joy, so I even kicked him out.
While Seo Heejin dried my hair, I ate the prepared toast, and as I sat there dazed, coordinated clothes were dressed onto my body.
I borrowed Seo Heejin’s shirt appropriately, but the pants were absolutely not in a state I could borrow, so I took them off again. Rolling up long sleeves was fine, but if I rolled up the pant hems too, it would look like advertising that I was wearing someone else’s clothes.
Come to think of it, was there this much height difference between Seo Heejin and me? I had never actually measured height, and when facing each other, unless there was a tremendous difference, you couldn’t really tell, so I just thought he’d be a bit over 180cm. Is it just that our leg lengths differ a lot?
When I sneakily approached from the side to measure height, Seo Heejin noticeably stepped back one step.
“Hey, what are you doing? Come closer. Let me measure your height.”
“I can’t, hyung.”
You can’t? Why? Is measuring height a big deal? It’s not like you’re shorter than me.
When I smoothly got closer, Seo Heejin stepped back as much as I approached.
Thinking what is he doing with me right now, I stretched out my aching arm and grabbed his collar.
“Didn’t you say you were going to work!”
Seo Heejin jumped back. Startled by the sudden loud voice, coughing burst out.
“What does going to work have to do with measuring height?”
“Don’t you know boyfriend shirt? Don’t you want to go to work, hyung?”
Boyfriend shirt. Does he mean that look of wearing a boyfriend’s clothes so they’re loose?
I was so dumbfounded my mouth fell open. I would have understood if I had a small and delicate build. At 177cm and 68kg, even if I’m not bulking up, this was insulting to me who proudly took pride in my well-managed muscles.
“Seo Heejin, are you picking a fight right now?”
“Then at least put on pants before talking. I’ve been barely holding back since yesterday……”
At those words, my gaze naturally headed toward Seo Heejin’s lower body.
Seo Heejin’s dick, which showed a bulge even with just a little erection, was already swollen tight enough to wrinkle the fabric. The moment mischief kicked in and I opened my mouth and made a blowjob motion, Seo Heejin screamed “Ah!” This is fun.
Watching Seo Heejin rush to the bathroom, I leisurely moved my steps to the dressing room to find my pants. If we live together, can I tease him like this every morning? That seemed like it would be fun.
* * *
Thanks to Seo Heejin making a fuss asking how I could leave a sick person alone, I ended up settling in at that house through the weekend for recuperation.
A life where someone else fed me on time, put me to bed, woke me up, and additionally took care of my sexual needs every night was quite pleasant. Using being sick as an excuse, I worked Seo Heejin to the bone without lifting a finger until it was boring.
The problem was that when I returned to my tiny studio apartment, the relative sense of deprivation only intensified.
The size from the entrance to the bed was about ten steps, and the bathroom was so narrow you could barely squeeze one body in to wash. Forget a dining table, every time I wanted to eat something, I annoyingly had to unfold and fold a low table.
Moreover, if I even boiled ramyeon once, the smell of food wafted throughout the entire house.
So this is why everyone tries to get into separated studio apartments. I need to quickly save money and move to somewhere even slightly bigger.
Among the feelings of not being able to live with this misery, longing for Seo Heejin’s house sneakily came to mind. It was the first time I missed something other than his dick among the things Seo Heejin had.
So when clueless Hyungtae suggested going to Seo Heejin’s house after a long time to comfortably drink, I excitedly fanned the flames. Saying that with payday not far off, we were all broke, right? The cheapest way to drink was at Seo Heejin’s house. Song Ki, who had gotten drunk and passed out vomiting last time we went, seemed very uncomfortable with that house, but that wasn’t my concern.
“Kihun hyung, if you vomit again today, I’ll dump you in the hallway this time.”
It seemed Seo Heejin also found it unpleasant that we were using his house like the neighborhood bar.
Seo Heejin must have had urgent business because as soon as he opened the door, he headed straight to the bathroom, and I naturally opened the door to the room being used as a dressing room. I hung up my bag and also took off the tie that had been choking my neck uncomfortably and hung it up nicely.
After briefly contemplating whether to change into comfortable clothes, I just came out since I wasn’t going to sleep over. When I sat in my usual spot at the dining table like a reserved seat, Seo Heejin, who came out of the bathroom, glanced at me and started taking out the snacks he bought from the convenience store.
“Help me?”
It was a courtesy question, but Seo Heejin, whose mood was displeased, quickly nodded.
“Take out some plates and glasses.”
Ah, how annoying. While grumbling inside that I shouldn’t have asked, I opened the kitchen cabinet and took out a bowl big enough to hold canned peaches and a wide plate for dry snacks. Thinking we might need individual plates, I gathered four small appetizer plates. The utensils usually taken out and used were just two, mine and Seo Heejin’s, so I had to find guest utensils, but getting annoyed, I slid open the drawer where disposable wooden chopsticks were gathered.
“Seo Heejin, where are the soju glasses?”
“There are no soju glasses at home. Please take out mugs.”
Mm…… no. I think we bought some when we went shopping at the mart together before. As I opened the cabinets one by one, sure enough, a soju glass set still in its packaging was shoved in the corner. As expected, my memory was still useful.
Song Ki, who had been staring intently at me setting up the drinking table efficiently, asked.
“……Jeong Yunwoo, is this like your house?”
For a moment, the hand putting down the dishes stopped with a thud, but here I absolutely had to brush past it naturally.
“You were like this on the day you drank and passed out too.”
It was fortunate that the person who got drunk that day was the quick-witted Song Ki. At my words, Song Ki went “hmm,” then soon nodded without thinking deeply about it.
Hyungtae, who was indifferent to everything, seemed to have already forgotten that I had sat doing nothing when we all came before. Or maybe he just didn’t care and wanted to hurry up and drink.
Feeling like if I helped Seo Heejin more I’d get caught coming and going from this house, I sat down nicely. Thanks to that, Seo Heejin, not satisfied with providing the house, had no choice but to grill squid, do the plating, and bring out the alcohol all by himself.
Originally when we gathered together, Seo Heejin did most of the chores anyway, so it wasn’t particularly a strange sight.
The snacks bought from the convenience store were meager for four adult men to drink with, so they quickly ran out.
“Ah, there’s alcohol left but no snacks.”
Hyungtae smacked his lips.
There are frozen dumplings we bought before in the freezer. Those dumplings sold everywhere, whether at the mart or convenience store, suited both our tastes, so we always stocked them so they wouldn’t run out. And somehow when Seo Heejin grilled dumplings, the bottom surface was crispy and the top surface was moist, so they were much more delicious than when I grilled them.
With alcohol in me, my appetite also rose, and once the frozen dumplings settled in my mind, I wanted to eat them right away. It was obvious Seo Heejin also knew about the frozen dumplings’ existence, but since the homeowner didn’t bring it up first, I couldn’t dare pretend to know.
How could I naturally get to eat the frozen dumplings?
“That’s too bad, right?”
First, I made them aware of the need for additional snacks. Song Ki also nodded while picking up peanut crumbs.
“There’s a ton of alcohol left. Don’t you guys have anything more to eat at home? Like fried stuff?”
I pointlessly asked Seo Heejin while rolling my eyes to point at the refrigerator. Seo Heejin, frozen dumplings. Let’s eat frozen dumplings. But contrary to my wish, the answer that came from Seo Heejin’s mouth was unsatisfactory.
“What would a bachelor man’s house have to eat, hyung?”
Seeing him answer with a grin, it seemed he understood but didn’t want to give it.
Seo Heejin was indeed a liar. The studio with nothing to eat was my house, Seo Heejin’s house had different circumstances. I knew that just opening the refrigerator would reveal plenty of side dishes worth eating as snacks. There was leftover marinated bulgogi, and if cooking was annoying, there were stir-fried anchovies. Ah, and he made stir-fried kimchi last weekend too.
Even thinking about other snacks, frozen dumplings still ran around in my head. If Seo Heejin pretended not to know, I could just buy some from the convenience store.
“Then I’ll go to the convenience store and buy more snacks.”
At my words saying I’d go buy more snacks, Seo Heejin asked with a pretty eye-smile.
“Hyungs, you’re not planning to finish up at my house today, right?”
His words were full of thorns. Don’t annoyingly stick around long, hurry up and get lost.
Hearing that, I felt more stubborn for no reason. The stubbornness that I absolutely must eat frozen dumplings today. Since we were drinking in this comfortable house, being kicked out so coldly was also disappointing.
“I’m planning to sleep over today though?”
Seo Heejin’s eyes widened. It was worth being surprised since I, who usually had to be begged for a long time to sleep over, brought up sleeping over first.
However, doing things that would make Seo Heejin happy was absolutely not my role.
