Eunha, who lightly cleared his throat, finished getting dressed.
“I’m done.”
As soon as he announced it, the door opened subtly as if it had been waiting. Yeonjun, who confirmed this, didn’t place his gaze on Eunha. While looking somewhere in the room, he sauntered toward the dressing room. Eunha found that deliberate gaze handling amusing again, then lowered his eyes. They naturally went down. The upper body elegantly woven with muscle looked good.
His body’s really pretty…… It was around the time he was slowly thinking with a head where drowsiness remained faintly.
Whether he felt the wandering gaze, Yeonjun slowed his steps leisurely and glanced this way.
“……Why are you looking?”
“…Can’t I look?”
When he asked back in puzzlement, the eyes that met his took on a subtle light. As if looking at an unfamiliar person.
“…It’s not that.”
“……”
“You’re really like a hyung……”
Soon Yeonjun, who muttered incomprehensible words, slipped into the dressing room. Eunha tilted his head slightly.
Like a hyung…? It’s not “like,” that’s actually the case.
Though I still don’t particularly want to be called that by that person.
Before long, Yeonjun, who left the dressing room, was dressed in an inner tee with a hooded zip-up and black track pants. He often wore casual looks with loose fits like that, or achromatic streetwear with more distinct personality than that. Based on observations so far, he seemed to prefer the latter more. He’d often had the impression that it matched well with his flashy appearance.
His hair was also nicely groomed, as if he’d touched it. Fiddling with the hair naturally tousled along his eyes, Yeonjun casually looked this way. Because he’d been looking first, their eyes met immediately.
Eunha, who had been choosing what to say until then, began. With an unchangingly calm face.
“Yesterday……”
“……”
“I’m sorry. I was too drunk.”
“……”
“I caused trouble in various ways. Unintentionally.”
It was a vague apology. It was because there was almost nothing he remembered. The only scenes that came to mind were the moment of rough encounter and the instant his wrist was firmly caught while trying to drink more. The rest…… if he forcibly scraped together, a few scenes hazily came to mind, but what had happened couldn’t be accurately reenacted. Like barely recalling a distant past from about 20 years ago.
He had no memory at all after the convenience store.
So he had no choice but to give a comprehensive apology.
Eunha’s drinking capacity was two bottles of soju by general speed standards. Yesterday he’d polished that off in one breath without even snacks, so it was natural for the fuse to blow in an instant.
It wasn’t an accident. Because it had been a day when he wanted to get drunk for the first time in a while. However, the fact that that man of all people had rolled in to his drunken self might have been an accident looking back now.
And it was probably lucky for him. How powerless a prey must he himself have looked, discovered by chance?
It was an easily imaginable scenario. The man appropriately received him as he staggered, then brought him home, and naturally rode the sexual current…… He probably didn’t particularly push away either. There was no chastity even when sober, so it couldn’t suddenly appear just because he was blackout drunk.
Maybe he even pounced first.
“…It’s been really long since I was drunk enough to lose consciousness. I’m not originally that kind of person… Yesterday, I deliberately didn’t control my drinking.”
“……”
“Because there was a personally unpleasant matter.”
“The matter of fighting with your fuck buddy and breaking up.”
At the unfiltered voice, Eunha closed his mouth. After drawing out silence for a moment, he swallowed back a sigh. Thinking he’d said all sorts of things.
“Yeah. Well.”
Eunha, who answered reluctantly, scratched his neck.
“Anyway…… So I’d appreciate it if you’d just think of it as a mistake. What happened yesterday.”
“……”
“Actually, I don’t completely remember either. I do remember, but it’s kind of spotty…… It wasn’t my will either.”
“……”
“So, if we trace it back, for me it’s no different from something that didn’t happen.”
He would know it wasn’t simply discussing the matter of acting drunk. Not conveying the truth that he didn’t remember even a speck was for preventive purposes. Because such remarks could give birth to the disaster of planting defiance in the other person.
Eunha, who recalled several crazy bastards who had pounced saying then let’s do it until you remember after he spoke honestly, spoke in an emotionless tone. Not in an aggressive form, but so that his firm intention was clearly conveyed.
“I mean I hope you don’t put too much meaning into it.”
It could be called a remark drawing the line, saying don’t think of pressing in with this matter from now on, let’s cleanly end the one-night stand as a one-night stand.
“I’m sorry about this.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about……”
“……”
“Because I was fine. Yesterday.”
“…You were fine.”
At the review that was both calm and candid, he almost burst out laughing loudly. You’re saying that to me in this situation right now? However, Yeonjun’s evaluation didn’t stop there. “Rather….” Trailing off, he subtly met his eyes.
“……It was good.”
“……”
“You don’t need to worry too much.”
At the blatant review falling before his face, Eunha, who was momentarily at a loss for words, gaped. Was it that yesterday’s sex was so satisfying that whatever bullshit you spout now doesn’t particularly scratch him?
He’s really cool. Calm. He really had a lot of signs of rolling around here and there…… Just how good was yesterday?
Eunha, who had been dumbfounded by the unexpectedly bold answer, soon decided to feel at ease. Looking at it, it seemed there wouldn’t be any bothersome matters ahead.
Well yeah. The information that he was someone pursuing a similar sex life was something guessed early on.
“Then that’s fortunate. It’s nice that it’s clean.”
“……”
“…You could have just left me and gone.”
He added lightly in a joking tone. It was a meaning close to jeering. Actually, if you had just left me, something like us sleeping together couldn’t have been accomplished.
“How could I do that?”
Yeonjun, who had been calm all along, opened his eyes slightly wider. Like someone who heard something nonsensical. Like a very sensible person. At the reaction that pleasantly deflected the inner thought of ‘how could I miss the chance to fuck you’ like that, Eunha finally let out a snickering breath.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because Baek Yeonjun-ssi is funny.”
“……Funny?”
The voice asking back held slight puzzlement. As if not understanding in what part he found it funny.
If it wasn’t words meant to be funny, then what? Sexual harassment? Eunha thought dismissively and got down from the bed.
“Yes. I didn’t know, but you’re funny. Baek Yeonjun-ssi.”
His eye level jumped up considerably. Even so, there was quite a difference from that with the man.
His heart had grown cold thinking he’d caused an accident he couldn’t even remember, but fortunately it seemed to be unraveling well. Looking up at Yeonjun with a much more refreshed feeling, he obediently met his eyes. Somehow dazed-looking pupils smoothly followed Eunha.
Eunha gave a simple greeting.
“Separately, thank you for yesterday. I’m really sorry for acting drunk.”
He spoke in the atmosphere that had unraveled fairly smoothly, when a subtle smile bloomed in the pupils that had been staring down this way. A smile so faint it seemed barely visible.
“Then why are you smiling?”
“…Not ‘you.'”
“Hm?”
“Because I like that you’re calling my name.”
“……”
“Because it feels like I’ve gotten close with hyung.”
His emotionless eyes were long and deep. And slightly reddish. It was a thought he had occasionally. This guy really as if breathing……
“Would you like breakfast?”
……makes moves. Steadily whenever there’s an opening. Whether with words, actions, or that pretty appearance.
Eunha looked over Yeonjun, who was subtly attacking with his face, silently for a moment. An impression that was sharp to the point of being pointed. Cool eyes. And a quiet atmosphere and a docile personality as if intentional. He still had the impression that those contradicting elements seemed like a very harmonious yet elaborate mask.
So he suddenly became curious about last night that he couldn’t remember. Because people become closest to their true nature on the bed. Because they throw away all pretense and calculation and become faithful only to raw desire.
He thought he felt a little, just a little, regretful about yesterday that he’d completely lost.
