While a certain thoughtless man was walking on clouds, wrapped in the joy and ecstasy of his first experience, another man who had the same first experience—though in a different position—was lying in bed, lost in deep contemplation. Was this the difference between top and bottom? Jion, who had naturally progressed through alcohol, atmosphere, the emotional bond they’d built up until now, and physical contact, was buried under his blanket trying to recall the previous night.
“……Ah, why am I here?”
He didn’t remember well because he was drunk, but it seemed like he’d made out with Seonwoo Jin in the living room while caught up in the mood…… Then getting even more caught up in the mood, Seonwoo Jin carried him to the bed…… and there they took off all their clothes and just…… that…… it seemed like they did that kind of thing…….
Remembering Seonwoo Jin’s face that looked handsome even when viewed from below, Jion’s face flushed hot. Seonwoo Jin, who kept calling his name over and over, then hugged him with all his might and pressed their bodies together right before climax. The feeling of something being felt so intensely that his insides burned hot even though it hurt like his bottom was going to burst.
He was definitely lying in Seonwoo Jin’s bed doing that kind of thing to the point of drooling and sweating, but when he opened his eyes, Jion was lying properly in his own bed and his body was fresh and clean. When he sneakily pulled back the blanket, even the splint and bandages wrapped around his leg were neat, making it hard to believe this was the body of someone who had fiercely rolled around embracing another man.
“……Was it a dream?”
But then again, to think of it as just a dream?
Jion swallowed his dry saliva. A certain embarrassing area hurt way too much to say nothing had happened. Did I eat something wrong as a drinking snack and go back and forth to the bathroom? Otherwise, what is this…….
Due to the unfamiliar pain, Jion couldn’t even toss and turn carelessly and just lay at attention staring at the ceiling. It was understandably unfamiliar since it was the kind of pain only someone who had used their back entrance for the first time could feel.
“Ugh……”
Did we? Did we do it? Two guys? Members? With Seonwoo Jin? That?
Since it was that area, he couldn’t even feel around and touch it with his hands, but somehow it seemed like he’d used that place, and he seemed to remember bits and pieces, but there was no evidence except for the pain there. If the other party was here he could at least ask, but Seonwoo Jin wasn’t there either.
“Where the hell did he go……”
Feeling somehow too anxious and wanting to cry, Jion glared at the empty bed next to his. If the two of them really did that kind of thing, he was thinking about how he should rage at this bastard with no manners who left him alone and went somewhere the next morning.
However, another thought entered Jion’s head as he glared at the empty bed.
But really, if we really did it, what do I do?
His complicated and confused head turned pale as it recalled the most fundamental and basic question.
If I did it with Seonwoo Jin, what are we supposed to do from now on? Normally, what do people do in situations like this?
……Date?
Jion squeezed his eyes shut at the absurd thought.
This is crazy. Date what date. No, but we slept together so not dating is also?
The moment he thought about dating Seonwoo Jin, being in a relationship, he suddenly became red and itchy all over as if he’d broken out in hives. Jion, who just moments ago had felt hurt that Seonwoo Jin had disappeared leaving him alone, felt grateful that no one was in this room and screamed in relief not even 10 seconds later.
“Aaaaah!”
“Huh? What, what.”
However, what Jion had forgotten was that while Seonwoo Jin wasn’t in this room, he could be in this house. At Jion’s sudden scream, Seonwoo Jin hurriedly burst through the door. In his comfortable tracksuit outfit with a hat pulled down low, Seonwoo Jin’s hands held a giant laundry bag.
“Jion-ah, why, why?”
“Aaaugh…… Well……”
Caught off guard by Seonwoo Jin’s unexpected appearance, Jion rolled his eyes in confusion before changing the subject.
“……Where did you go so early in the morning?”
“Ah, I went to do laundry.”
Seonwoo Jin grinned and showed him what he was holding. The familiar-looking items were Seonwoo Jin’s blanket and sheets. Not knowing why he was being so diligent so early in the morning, Jion just stared at them blankly before belatedly realizing the reason and his face turned bright red.
“Yesterday…… hehe…… that…… ours…… got on it so……”
At Jion’s reaction, Seonwoo Jin also twisted his body bashfully showing his embarrassment. Jion became curious about what ‘ours’ referred to, but as a fellow man he felt like he knew without having to ask. That, right. The white stuff. Yeah. Why else would it have gotten on there. Now unable to deny or avoid it, having confirmed the truth, Jion wanted to cry.
“Hmm, hmm-hmm.”
He couldn’t tackily ask something like ‘did we really sleep together?’ here. This wasn’t the right timing either. Seonwoo Jin, in a good mood, swayed his hips gently and even hummed as he spread out the freshly washed blanket. After smoothing it out without wrinkles by patting it down and finishing making the bed, he naturally approached Jion and, without seeking any consent, picked up the lying Jion.
“I just took it out of the dryer so it’s still warm. Lie down here.”
“……Okay. Thanks…… really, thanks……”
Watching Seonwoo Jin who attended to him without a shred of hesitation or uncertainty, or even asking his opinion, Jion’s question about why he woke up this morning in his own bed with such a fresh and clean body was solved.
Wow, he attended to me so well I didn’t even know we had sex. Almost like, what, a eunuch serving His Majesty the King.
Jion felt indescribably complex emotions at Seonwoo Jin’s such devoted care. In the midst of all this, why was the blanket fresh from the dryer so cozy? Except for Seonwoo Jin’s scent having disappeared, it had perfect conditions for sleeping. Jion was about to close his eyes again when he felt the gaze of Seonwoo Jin sitting on the opposite bed staring intently at him and asked awkwardly.
“……Why are you looking at me like that?”
“No, just.”
Seonwoo Jin answered with a grin.
“Because you’re pretty.”
“Ack.”
Jion unknowingly let out a suppressed scream. Even normally Seonwoo Jin was the type to give him rather direct expressions of affection and high-intensity skinship, but whether it was because they’d slept together once, he had no intention of hiding anything.
At Jion’s horrified reaction, Seonwoo Jin made a hurt expression.
“What, that reaction.”
“No. Just. That……”
Jion met Seonwoo Jin’s eyes and after pondering for a moment, answered.
“……I’m embarrassed because a good-looking guy like you said that to me?”
The moderately flattering words meant to get out of the situation satisfied Seonwoo Jin as always, and for Jion it flowed in a slightly bad direction. Seonwoo Jin had no sign of hiding his smile at Jion’s praise. He smiled brightly and approached the bed where Jion was lying.
“Do you really think I’m that good-looking?”
“Didn’t you look in the mirror when you washed your face this morning?”
“Hehe……”
Pleased by Jion’s compliment, Seonwoo Jin knelt down beside the bed. Then he placed his head next to Jion and blinked his eyes, which was an aegyo asking to have his head petted. Jion immediately caught on to his demand and gently stroked his head.
If you just look at this, it’s exactly the same as before we got into trouble…….
Watching the eyes close with a satisfied expression the moment his hand touched him, Jion swallowed his dry saliva. He slept with him. It’s not that he dislikes Seonwoo Jin. But like? Huh? What, to the extent of doing it? Is it not good? Not good? Is it good? But isn’t this wrong?
If Seonwoo Jin’s eyes had been open, he would have seen Jion’s expression like he was chewing on something and felt that things were going wrong, but Seonwoo Jin was flying through the sky in the delusion that his short-lived crush had come true, so he only concentrated on enjoying Jion’s touch and didn’t try to observe other signals.
“Jion-ah, aren’t you hungry?”
After enjoying Jion’s touch for a while, Seonwoo Jin thought the hand lost in worries was slowing down because of hunger and raised his head suddenly to ask. At Seonwoo Jin’s sudden question, Jion was flustered and touched his lower abdomen. It was a bit hot and also sharply painful.
“Huh? Stomach? Huh? Hurts, no, hungry?”
“Wait right there!”
As Jion trailed off, not knowing exactly what sensation he was feeling right now, Seonwoo Jin suddenly dashed out of the room and brought back a meal tray.
“I bought this on my way back from doing laundry!”
As if he couldn’t pretend to have cooked soup even if he tried, Seonwoo Jin brought packaged soup in a pretty bowl. The way he brought it with side dishes set up in small side dish bowls felt like something from an American movie where after spending a hot night, the next morning someone brings breakfast to their lover lying in bed. Jion sat up awkwardly on the bed.
“I could go to the table to eat……”
“No, you’re in pain.”
“I’m fine……”
“You kept saying it hurt yesterday while we were doing it…… when I was washing you too, you said it hurt and you couldn’t even straighten your back……”
“Oh, right, I’m really in a lot of pain right now, it hurts so much that oh, I can’t even walk. It hurts so much that like, I can’t even hear well. So don’t say anything and let’s just eat.”
Jion rambled on with anything to shut the mouth of Seonwoo Jin who was picking up embarrassing stories from last night without any shame.
Ah, God. Please erase Seonwoo Jin’s memory.
