All Ilkyung could hear in his ears was the sound of rain falling on the umbrella. The sounds from far away—cars passing, horns, people’s footsteps—he couldn’t hear any of it at all.
In that dazed state, Ilkyung slowly closed his eyes. At first, he was so surprised he tried to push him away, but when he thought that someone was watching, he couldn’t bring himself to do so.
‘Right, we said we’d have a contract relationship. Anyway, I agreed to do it for just a month, so I just need to endure a few more weeks. It’s not far off!’
While thinking such thoughts with his eyes closed, ‘Ah damn it! Why is he so good at kissing!’ Ilkyung felt like he was going to lose his mind from his quickening breath. Before he knew it, he had grabbed onto and clung to Daehoon’s clothes.
Daehoon lightly bit Ilkyung’s soft lips to make him open his mouth, then slipped his tongue between them. Even at twenty-seven years old, he was completely frozen, moving like a wooden puppet however Daehoon moved him—Ilkyung was unbearably cute. At first, he was just going to lightly hold his lips then let go, but Woo Ilkyung’s behavior was so funny that he felt like teasing him more.
With one hand firmly holding the umbrella and the other caressing Ilkyung’s cheek, Daehoon kissed him. It was a sight that would look like devoted lovers to anyone watching.
He caught Ilkyung’s wandering tongue and gently rubbed it. Inside the small mouth, the two tongues rubbed and entwined with each other. Ilkyung’s white hand tightly gripping his clothes caught in his lowered field of vision. The small hand was white and pretty. Thinking it would all fit in his own large hand, Daehoon lowered the hand that had been caressing his cheek and took that small hand, interlacing their fingers.
The hand with slender knuckles fit right in. Ilkyung seemed momentarily flustered and flinched, but on the other hand, as if recognizing the situation he was in, he surrendered his hand.
Daehoon rubbed their tongues together while simultaneously rubbing the back of Ilkyung’s hand with his thumb. Slowly, very slowly, and gently. He could feel Ilkyung trembling. How cute. It’s not like this was his first kiss.
“Haah.”
A moan rang out through the sound of rain. Unlike his cute appearance, it was a suggestive sound. Thinking he’d troubled him enough, Daehoon pulled away.
“Haah, ah.”
Ilkyung stuck close to Daehoon, rubbing his forehead against Daehoon’s shoulder and exhaling deeply. Daehoon patted Ilkyung’s back reassuringly. Then he adjusted his grip on the umbrella.
“Let’s go in.”
The umbrella tilted completely toward him bothered him, but Ilkyung nodded and opened the gate.
* * *
After entering the house, Ilkyung couldn’t control his pounding heart and pressed his palm firmly against his chest. He kept thinking about the kiss from just before.
“How can he kiss so well?”
Of course, he himself had only done light kisses up until now and had never experienced a kiss so mind-blowing like this. But he could tell by feeling that Director Ha Daehoon was good at kissing.
Just as Ilkyung had told Daehoon, he had never dated someone who had been a friend or senior/junior. He dated his first girlfriend in high school, and that was only because a girl from the class next door, whom he only knew by face, confessed to him. After that, during college, a female student from another school he met through a group blind date, and after that another female student from a different department… It was like that.
Ilkyung, who thought love was fated, therefore placed importance on first impressions, and as a result, most of his relationships didn’t last long and ended badly. Nevertheless, Ilkyung still couldn’t understand. How could emotions change from friendship between friends to romantic feelings?
Just days ago, he cried in front of them and acted without reserve, but could such behavior look pretty? Ilkyung couldn’t understand that change in emotion. And he thought he would never be able to date someone he originally knew in the future either.
“He must have a lot of experience, right?”
Ilkyung muttered while caressing his own lips. The soft feeling that had touched his lips wasn’t unpleasant. Ilkyung wondered if he was going crazy. It was even sweet. He didn’t even think of pushing him away, and rather, it was him who had held on tightly.
“Women must really like him.”
Ilkyung didn’t even know what he was saying right now.
“I wonder if men like him too.”
Having said that much, Ilkyung was startled and vigorously rubbed and wiped his lips. It seemed like he was getting stranger and stranger because of Ha Daehoon.
“I’m not gay!”
Ilkyung threw himself on the bed and shouted as if making a vow. If anyone had seen him, they would definitely think he was crazy.
“Sleep! I need to sleep. It’s because the rain makes me sentimental.”
Ilkyung muttered and lay down on the bed. The sound of rain and wind beating against the window was tremendous. Ilkyung’s house was a somewhat old residence, so the inner windows were old-fashioned wooden-framed windows and the outer ones were recently replaced aluminum frames. Because of this, when the wind blew a lot like this, even though they were the inner windows, the wooden windows made quite a noisy sound.
“It’s loud.”
Was the window loud or was his insides loud? Ilkyung lay on the bed blankly and looked outside the window making a noisy sound. There was soft lighting coming from outside, as if there were houses that hadn’t fallen asleep yet. For what reason were those people unable to fall asleep? Even when Ilkyung closed his eyes, he couldn’t easily fall asleep. Was it because he slept in the car the whole way here earlier? Or was it for another reason?
“Haa. Crazy.”
Ilkyung looked down at his lower body.
“I must be crazy, Woo Ilkyung.”
Whether it was sexual frustration, the front of his pajama pants was bulging. Ilkyung felt self-loathing for a moment.
“What am I doing?”
Even he thought it was absurd. He wasn’t some seventeen-year-old teenager, and now at his age, his dick was getting hard just from thinking about a kiss? It was really so absurd he could die. He’d never been like this before.
Of course, Woo Ilkyung was also a physically healthy man, so he could get an erection over nothing much. But the current situation was too absurd. He hadn’t watched a porn video, and a woman he liked hadn’t appeared in his dream. He’d just kissed the same man, and this was happening?
“Haa, fuck.”
Ilkyung cursed and fumbled to undo his waistband. Then he took out his firmly erect penis.
“Am I really sexually frustrated?”
He felt like crying. But the one crying now wasn’t him, it was his cock that had raised its head stiffly. With a sense of self-abandonment, Ilkyung wrapped one hand around his firmly erect penis and gripped it tightly.
“Haa.”
He didn’t want to do this, but a moan came out naturally. Ilkyung threw back his pale neck and made a growling sound. Feeling the pressure of his own tight grip, Ilkyung started moving his hand along with his hips.
“Ah, ah! Aah!”
Ilkyung had already confirmed no one was home. And so he was holed up in his room doing this shit.
“Ah! Ah ah! Mm, good, so good.”
Moans came out naturally. Ilkyung felt like he would come right away. Just a little more, just a little more, he pleaded with himself and delayed his ejaculation time. His lower abdomen hurt coldly and became heavy. It felt like he would ejaculate if he did just a little more.
“Ah, ah! Haa, Ha Daehoon. Huh?”
The moment he spat out that name, Ilkyung stopped abruptly. Like a person whose everything had broken down. Trickle, sticky semen pooled in his hand and then fell below.
“Ah, I must be crazy!”
Ilkyung yelled out loud.
The incident happened at dawn. Ilkyung, half-asleep, batted away his buzzing phone with his hand. He thought the alarm was ringing like crazy even though the sun hadn’t risen yet. Thinking the alarm would turn off if he just held out a little, Ilkyung covered his ears with a pillow.
“Woo Ilkyung! Ilkyung-ah!”
The door burst open. Minkyung came in and shook Ilkyung awake.
“Woo Ilkyung, wake up.”
“Mmm. Just 5 minutes.”
He was tired. Of course, even though he’d slept in the car, he’d come home late at night and tossed and turned. This was all because of Director Ha.
In the end, Ilkyung couldn’t sleep easily. The self-loathing he felt while doing laundry by hand for the first time in a while—and as if that wasn’t enough, when he ejaculated while calling out Director Ha’s name, he really wanted to smack his own forehead and pass out.
Using Director Ha as a side dish was absolutely not something he’d do even if he died and came back. His front had just bulged and somehow he ended up moving his hand, and the name he spat out while moving his hand quickly in the heat of the moment just happened to be his name. It absolutely wasn’t intentional.
