“Iseo-ya.”
With a hardened face, Seongju looked down at Iseo with fierce eyes. Taeju watched the two of them alternately with his mouth firmly shut.
He’d told him to cling to him. To make him want to do anything for him. Taeju tilted his head slightly to make his face diagonal.
Taeju realized. It was Seok Iseo’s style of declaring war—that he would absolutely not comply unless Taeju asked. Funny bastard, Seok Iseo.
“Don’t be so arrogant, it’s disgusting.”
Yeon Seongju’s voice was frighteningly low as he ground his teeth and snarled. The hand that had been drumming his upper arm stopped. Taeju only rolled his eyes smoothly to look at Yeon Seongju. His brother’s face, which had completely changed color, was worth seeing. At the same time, Seok Iseo’s face was also worth seeing.
The current situation of watching as an outsider was amusing. Seok Iseo treating someone else like shit instead of him became quite a pleasure.
“Yeon Taeju, follow me out.”
Taeju still sat lightly on the seat with his arms crossed, watching his brother’s retreating back. His mind was completely full of other things.
How could he satisfy Seok Iseo and seize what he wanted? How could he suck him dry to the marrow? If it was sex, they’d done it intensely. Biting, sucking, penetrating, cumming—they’d done everything possible.
“I told you to come out.”
Tidying up the mouth corners that were trying to rise sharply, Taeju leisurely stood up from his seat. Yeon Seongju, who only twisted his head to look at him, had veins standing prominently at his temples. If Seok Iseo hadn’t been there, he would have grabbed his younger brother’s hair and dragged him like a dog. Of course, Yeon Taeju wasn’t the type to stay still either.
“Come out!”
“Ah, I’m coming.”
Even as he walked following Yeon Seongju who kicked the door open and went out, Taeju’s mind was entirely on Seok Iseo. What exactly does he want that he’s telling me to beg in a way he likes? Does he think I can’t do it? I even sucked a guy’s asshole, what can’t I do?
“Hyung, this way.”
Taeju stopped Seongju who was heading toward the parked car. He pointed with his chin to the place he’d talked about separately with Gwak Hyeonju. It was toward the workshop terrace.
Probably this time too, Seok Iseo would come that way to secretly watch him and Yeon Seongju. Thinking about Seok Iseo following him secretly like a mouse made him laugh naturally. Thinking about Seok Iseo, who had firmly refused Yeon Seongju, spacing out and staring intently at him filled him with a peculiar satisfaction.
“What for. I’m going up.”
“Now? Well, okay.”
“You have to go too!”
“Me? Why?”
“You bastard, didn’t you hear what Seok Iseo said?!”
I heard. Taeju answered indifferently and walked toward the terrace. Seongju followed behind him, fuming with a viciously contorted face.
“And you’re still going to stay here?”
“I haven’t gotten help yet.”
Yeon Seongju grabbed Taeju’s collar and shoved him against the glass window. When the big man was pushed, a loud sound rang from the glass window. Iseo must be startled. Taeju idly thought that.
“You throw shit all over and now you’re saying that? That bastard has no interest—in business or in us. Wasting time here is that bastard’s entire life.”
Yeon Seongju grumbled and barked at Taeju’s face. The humiliation of the refusal he’d heard earlier now fully showed on his face. Yeon Seongju’s face turned red like a goblin.
“Let’s speak plainly.”
“No matter how stupid you are, don’t you know whose side to be on?”
Taeju gripped Seongju’s hand as if to crush it and released the collar.
“I’m licking until my tongue wears out to get what I want right now, don’t you see?”
“Vulgar bastard. You think that bastard will do anything for you just because you stick around here and spend some time?”
Taeju’s eyes flashed menacingly. It was amusing to the point of pitiable watching Yeon Seongju, who knew nothing of the inner circumstances, raging. This hyung doesn’t know that Seok Iseo has a pussy between his legs or that his younger brother has been diligently licking it all this time.
He could take everything. He could buy everything with sex in this secluded villa.
“What if I get it?”
“Stop talking nonsense and come upstairs with me. There’s nothing to gain staying next to a bastard like that. Shouldn’t you start acting like a person now? How long are you going to wander around like an idler?”
Taeju pushed Seongju’s shoulder and stood facing the window. More precisely, where Seok Iseo would be sitting. What was visible there was his own reflection in the glass, but undoubtedly his and Seok Iseo’s eyes met. He could tell. Right now, he was voyeuristically watching him like a pervert.
Taeju smiled toward the invisible Seok Iseo.
“Hyung, whether I live like a human, like a dog, whose asshole I lick—I decide.”
Taeju licked his lower lip thoroughly. Could he hear the sound too? He suddenly became curious.
“Cheap bastard, is that any way to talk to your hyung?”
“You’re saying the exact same thing as someone else.”
It was midsummer. It seemed like he’d just come out, but sweat was already beading between his hair. Taeju pushed back his hair that kept falling down several times and chuckled. Sticky drops of sweat trickled down the nape of his neck.
“Get ready to thank this cheap bastard.”
Pathetic bastard.
Seongju cursed at him with an incredulous expression. Taeju didn’t care. No, he laughed at being cursed at. He was intensely curious about his hyung’s face when this cheap bastard would solve the problem he’d been burdened with.
With Yeon Seongju’s pride, he’d turn pale and reluctantly say “good job” as if he could barely get the words out. Thinking about that got him excited.
Yeon Seongju turned around right then and walked toward his car. Taeju calmly followed behind him. Even while Seongju got in the back seat and his secretary in the driver’s seat gave him a simple nod, he stood there the entire time.
The car slowly left, leaving tire tracks. Taeju stayed in that spot for a long while. His pale cheeks and exposed shoulders reddened under the pouring sunlight.
Not Yeon Seongju or Yeon Muju. Only he could extract things from him.
“Do you want to go?”
Taeju slowly turned his head. Seok Iseo was looking at him from right beside him.
He’d thought Iseo was the person who least suited the midsummer sun, but he seemed to suit it quite well. He felt cool all by himself. Even in the scorching heat and suffocating humidity, Seok Iseo alone was refreshingly cool.
“Where?”
“Anywhere.”
“Anywhere?”
“Yeah, you can go if you want.”
Taeju narrowed his brow and unconsciously pulled down his neck. Iseo’s face drew closer.
Seok Iseo was definitely watching him. Seeing how he’d rushed out like this as soon as Yeon Seongju left.
“You just need to come back. I’ll keep staying here.”
“What kind of fucking nonsense is that?”
Seok Iseo’s face hardened. Taeju scowled mercilessly. Where would he go? Everything he wanted right now was here. Money and sex. It was all in this villa. Even prepared just for him.
If he were to leave this place, it would be forever. He would never leave intending to return. He’d probably leave after achieving all his goals, carefree and happy. Yeon Taeju looked over Seok Iseo’s cool face with an expression that said he’d heard useless words.
“Instead of talking nonsense, just tell me what I need to do.”
Taeju turned his back on Iseo sharply and strode toward the villa. Taeju walked for a bit then turned around to look at Seok Iseo.
Like before, he’d become like a wife waiting for her husband’s return, watching him. Tsk, Taeju clicked his tongue. Taeju had seen that expression on Seok Iseo’s face often.
Ever since they were young, he often made that face when looking at him. Like an infection deep inside the mouth—irritating but impossible to ignore. Desperate and pitiful-looking, yet stubbornly keeping his mouth firmly shut.
Taeju’s first conversation with Iseo that he remembered was when Seok Iseo entered elementary school. There was a lot of talk in the family about him going to a regular school. Something about the level being low. Of course, young Yeon Taeju didn’t know about such things. He simply talked with him because among the much older hyungs and noonas, Iseo was close to his age.
‘Hyung, you’re going to school now?’
‘Yeah.’
At that time, Seok Iseo had a blue bruise on his face. He said he’d bumped into the stairs. He said he’d fallen, but it was unclear whether it was an accident or the malice of the Seok sisters.
‘Lucky. I want to go to school soon too.’
‘I don’t.’
‘Why? Don’t want to study? Hyung, ask auntie to buy you a phone too. My mom said she’ll buy me one when I go to school.’
Taeju called her auntie because his hyungs called their aunt that. At those words, Iseo visibly looked like he was about to cry, but he didn’t know why.
‘I don’t need that. I don’t like school because there are too many people.’
It was something Taeju couldn’t understand at all. And that day, Seok Iseo was locked in the basement after being tricked by Yeon Muju.
Thinking that only Iseo would play with him, Taeju secretly followed, and when he opened the locked door, Seok Iseo was crying there so hard his whole face was swollen.
Yeon Muju got loudly scolded by their uncle for that. Seok Iseo, Yeon Muju, and Yeon Seongju who’d put Muju up to it all knew that was all that would happen.
