How was he supposed to face the person he’d rubbed, pounded, fucked, and done everything with last night?
Saehyeon’s answer to this was:
‘Damn it, how the hell should I know!’
He couldn’t even blame this on memory loss. Saehyeon recalled the piping hot memory he’d only recently recovered. In that memory, Gil Taeseo had conveniently evaporated by the next day.
But now? Same house, even lying right next to him. And so, before he could even get his bearings, Saehyeon had no choice but to face the enemy.
‘Just when I thought I’d mentally graduated from being a recessive, my first penetration memory gets returned to me. Should I call this deeply considerate, or just plain bad taste?’
In the end, without any help from his memories and carrying twice the burden, Saehyeon stammered as he tried to open his mouth. Or more precisely, he tried to.
“Uh… urk. Cough.”
A sharp pain scraped down the inside of his throat as if he’d swallowed glass shards. Unable to get the words out, Saehyeon clutched his throat and grimaced.
Gil Taeseo, who had been watching quietly, suddenly got up. Where his body had been sitting, a small metal chair sat alone. It seemed he’d been sitting there the whole time.
‘Was that thing there yesterday too?’
As Saehyeon examined the chair with a somehow unfamiliar feeling, his gaze naturally attached itself to the retreating figure. It was courage he hadn’t been able to muster until just moments ago, afraid their eyes might meet.
The man was dressed lightly overall. Below his messily fallen hair, a black tee that came up to his neck was visible. So he didn’t always wear those gangster-like shirts after all.
The thin, soft fabric clung to and fell away from his body with each movement, outlining his solid contours. The pants below also seemed to be light cotton pants.
Up until age 20, Gil Taeseo had worn either hastily thrown-on school uniforms or casual clothes. In other words, it shouldn’t have been strange to see Gil Taeseo dressed so lightly.
But perhaps it was because he’d only seen him in sharp outfits since their reunion? Somehow it felt oddly like he was secretly peeking at something private.
“Why are you spacing out again?”
What cut off his continuing thoughts was the cold sensation that landed with a thud along with those words. Saehyeon, who had been lost in thought in a daze, jerked his head up in surprise. Gil Taeseo, who had approached his side at some point, was poking around his face with a water bottle.
“If you’re going to pass out, just say so in advance.”
“I’m not gonna pass, cough, out?”
Poking at a person with an object, as if prodding a snake with a stick. Annoyed, Saehyeon snatched the bottle from Gil Taeseo’s hand. He gave up the bottle surprisingly easily and stepped back. While doing so, he didn’t forget to shove the pillow from the side behind Saehyeon’s back.
‘Did he bring this for me to drink?’
After a brief moment of consideration, Saehyeon opened the bottle cap. Unlike his expectation that he’d struggle due to lack of strength in his hands, the cap opened easily. It seemed someone had already opened it beforehand.
Glancing at the man who was the likely culprit, Saehyeon took a few gulps. He wanted to chug it down, but he deliberately controlled his pace. Once was enough for spewing the liquid in his mouth onto that smug face.
It was when he took a bit more water into his mouth and closed the cap. Gil Taeseo, who had been watching the whole process, suddenly spoke.
“Build up some stamina. What kind of person passes out for three days straight after having sex just once?”
“Kuk. What? Three days?”
He almost caused another disaster. Saehyeon’s eyes, which had covered his mouth, soon narrowed into slits. It was clearly an expression full of disbelief.
“You wouldn’t wake up no matter what, so I thought I’d actually beaten someone to death with my cock.”
“Don’t lie.”
“Lie? You didn’t even budge when I stuck the IV needle in you.”
“Then there should be a needle mark, but there’s no— oh.”
Saehyeon, who had lowered his head with furrowed brows, closed his mouth. There really was white taping on the back of his hand. As a final check, when he peeled off the tape, a clear needle mark remained.
“…People can sleep a bit longer when they’re tired.”
Saehyeon’s other hand quickly covered the back of his hand.
The mark left on his bony hand along with a bluish bruise bothered him. It felt worse than the throat pain that had been neglected for three days, scratching at his insides.
Again, showing Gil Taeseo such a pathetic sight.
“And what’s it to you anyway?”
That sense of humiliation pooled on the tip of his tongue and sprouted into jagged, sharp thorns.
“What?”
“If we did it, isn’t that enough? Th-that thing.”
“Ha.”
He did flinch a bit when the other person’s face crumpled. But the more that happened, the more Saehyeon acted nonchalant and lifted his chin.
Since they’d had sex yesterday, hadn’t they achieved their intended purpose? This side probably got the treatment effect, and Gil Taeseo… would have relieved his sexual desire.
Saehyeon still vividly remembered that monstrosity. The moment he unzipped, the penis that sprang out was fiercely erect. Clear evidence of arousal. Though he did pass out, he’d finished ejaculating too, so they’d done what needed to be done.
They weren’t affectionate lovers, and they’d already seen what there was to see. So now, without anything more to say, they should just go their separate ways, shouldn’t they?
Like how the Gil Taeseo in his memories had vanished without a trace.
“So. You’re saying that bullshit about how since the fucking is over, you don’t care if I become half-dead or whatever from now on. That’s what you’re saying right now.”
Saehyeon had been about to nod his head enthusiastically but hesitated. Part of the reason the words couldn’t burst out and just circled in his mouth was Gil Taeseo’s choice of words like “fuck”… But the deciding factor was the atmosphere the other person was radiating.
A viciousness that seemed like he’d really make him half-dead poured out. Just from sitting there, just from looking at him.
“Who said anything about half-dead?”
Being half-dead would be troublesome after all. If that was the case, he shouldn’t have done this with Gil Taeseo in the first place… Wait. Wasn’t he already half-dead anyway? Thinking that his life might still be a mess either way made him feel slightly more at ease.
“Ah, whatever. Move so I can go home.”
Having recharged his courage, Saehyeon waved his hand and bolted upright. Judging by his vigor, it was a spirited movement as if he’d already grabbed his things and run out of the house.
But hadn’t they said the heart and reality are different? Pain immediately shot up his spine with a tingle. Saehyeon, who plopped back down, unconsciously reached his hand behind to feel his back. He wondered if it had split in two.
“Who said you could?”
The man didn’t miss the moment when his attention was diverted. At the voice heard right nearby, Saehyeon looked up.
“Right, fuck. Did I call you a convenient fuck buddy…”
Gil Taeseo, who had approached the bed at some point, was leaning over while pressing down on the mattress. His long, large body tilted as if pouncing toward him. Naturally, his thick chest suddenly came close right before his eyes. He could feel the gaze cast down along with the shadow thoroughly scanning his stiffened body.
“How is it ‘not my concern’ when you collapse backward after getting fucked just once?”
Their eyes, which had been wandering somewhere on each other’s bodies, collided in midair.
“I really don’t understand at all.”
Saliva pooled in his mouth from tension went down his throat with audible gulps. Pulling up the blanket that had gone down to his stomach area while sitting up was something that happened unconsciously. Seeing that thin, flimsy shield that possessed not a shred of defensive power, a faint trace of laughter crossed Gil Taeseo’s eyes.
It wasn’t a positive feeling. It was like… is that all you’ve got?
Click. It was right then that a faint metallic sound was heard. The two people’s nerves, sharply on edge from tension, immediately caught the small sound. They looked toward the tightly closed door almost simultaneously.
Between the slightly opened door crack, a white face peeked out. The round eyes that had been rolling carefully widened upon finding what they’d been hoping for. The child, smiling brightly, threw the door open and ran into the room.
“Daddy!”
Thud thud thud thud—it was the kind of footsteps that would make that sound. Seeing the child charging forward with fierce momentum, Saehyeon awkwardly spread his arms. But the one who made the first move was the remaining person who had been excluded from the two of them in an instant.
Gil Taeseo, who snatched up the child in one swoop like a hunting eagle, roughly tucked the squirming body under his arm. The man looked down at the child and warned solemnly.
“I told you he’s a scarecrow who’ll fall over if you touch him right now, didn’t I?”
“…You did.”
“I did? Seems like you want to never touch the ground again.”
The warning naturally mixed with a threat.
“Ugh… You did.”
Saehyeon just stared at the scene in a daze. Clearly, Gil Taeseo and the child had been glaring at each other, acting unfamiliar, and being wary.
“So?”
“…I’ll walk carefully.”
“Mm.”
But when the two people who looked exactly alike were together, they fit together exquisitely. Like a bonus mini item bundled with the main product, or something.
While he was lost in thought in a daze, the two products bundled as a set seemed to have finished their necessary conversation.
“Go wash up first.”
The man, who had the child who’d stopped resisting and gone limp tucked under one arm, pointed to the bathroom in the back.
“…Why? Why are you suddenly telling me to wash up?”
From behind the blanket already pulled up to the max, Saehyeon narrowed his eyes. Anyone could see he was thinking suspicious thoughts.
When he was the one who’d pounced first asking to do it, now acting like a bride kidnapped in a sack. The corners of the man’s mouth twitched slightly.
“I scraped it out and wiped you down. But it’s not the same as washing yourself properly, right?”
“…What?”
The series of events that followed after that were very swift. Saehyeon was led by an arm that wrapped firmly around his waist and took a step before he knew it. After the smooth first step, pain in his waist and a strange dull ache in his stomach struck. Staggering and ending up completely leaning on someone who’d taken the spot beside him was an unavoidable matter. Being pulled along like that, he was suddenly in front of the door.
“Or, well. Should I wash you instead?”
Gil Taeseo, who had dragged Saehyeon to the bathroom door, whispered low.
