Instead, he reached out his arm. At the hand that approached abruptly without warning, Eunha couldn’t muster any particular reaction.
“You have a bruise here too, I think…”
The pad of his index finger gently traced along the jawline. At the excessively delicate touch, a faint shiver rose momentarily. Eunha flinched at the action that unmistakably created tension and stared at Yeonjun with eyes that had become even more ambiguous.
Whether he cared or not, he kept his hazy gaze fixed on Eunha’s jaw while lightly touching the faintly discolored area several more times with his fingertips. As if determining whether it was a bruise or if something was smudged there.
Since it was indeed a bruise that hadn’t fully faded, it felt slightly throbbing.
The reason he pulled back his chin and flinched was more because it tickled. Only then did Yeonjun withdraw his hand, but he didn’t take his eyes away. His lingering gaze traveled between the lips and jaw several times.
“Did you get in a fight?”
“…Something like that.”
“How did it happen?”
He didn’t understand why he kept prying. Why was he even asking… Did it matter? The unwanted attention somehow felt like meddling, making Eunha feel annoyed as he firmly closed his mouth. It meant he didn’t want to answer, and furthermore, it meant to change the subject.
And what truly soured Eunha’s mood happened right after that.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Meet just anyone and go around like that.”
“……”
The straightforward content delivered so matter-of-factly was enough to thoroughly prick Eunha’s nerves. Just now, what did he say?
“…I don’t understand why that topic is suddenly coming up.”
Eunha let out a hollow laugh as he mulled over the words that had been abruptly conveyed. He understood it was advice based on what happened that day—the day he became dead drunk. Since he had mentioned his sex partners, he could guess he had probably complained about this and that as well.
However, he had no idea why this man was telling him what to do or not do about that matter. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say it was difficult to understand. In any case, it wasn’t particularly pleasant.
“Isn’t that how you got hurt?”
“Whether I did or not. What does that have to do with anything?”
“……”
“Are you giving me advice right now?”
“You don’t even like them.”
“Who said that?”
“That day, hyung said so.”
“That must have been drunken rambling.”
“……”
“And even if it were true, it’s not something you should concern yourself with.”
Even at the somewhat cold retort, there was no particular change in Yeonjun’s expression. He remained quiet without showing any reaction. Just the same complexion with unfocused eyes from intoxication.
So Eunha thought he should just consider it drunken talk and move on.
“I’m sorry if it sounded offensive…”
“……”
“I’m worried. Because you’re getting hurt like this.”
“……”
“You seem… dangerous…”
“So, I’m saying what business is it of yours when I’m doing what I want with my own body. And.”
“……”
“You know you’re also ‘just anyone,’ right?”
That was the most absurd thing about him right now. What makes you any different from those ‘just anyones’ to be saying things like this?
Eunha recalled the ranting of the man who had split his lip and cheek not long ago. We had a good time that day, didn’t we? What did I do wrong? Why are you suddenly acting like this… Those bizarre remarks that were so pathetic and melodramatic that they made him feel insulted and distressed the entire time he heard them.
In Eunha’s interpretation, Yeonjun’s concern was not much different in nature. While it was framed as worry, the root was ultimately the same logic as those someones who mistook a mere one-night connection for some significant right.
Irritation surged up instantly. Ah. Really, so predictable and annoying. He wanted to pour out all sorts of nasty words.
However, the reason he swallowed the sentences that were boiling up inside and restrained himself was because getting hit after failing to hold back and running his mouth carelessly had happened not long ago.
But simply enduring and letting it pass twisted his insides in its own way.
Eunha, who had been lying in a proper position until then with only his head turned, twisted his body. Supporting himself with his elbow pressed against the sofa, he raised his upper body sideways. A sharp headache struck for an instant. As the distance between their faces grew closer, Yeonjun became conscious of it and subtly pulled his body back. Eunha stared at him intently. He glared with crooked eyes.
He didn’t like it. Every single thing. He truly hadn’t for a very long time.
Especially that… face. That expression that didn’t particularly fall apart even while everything was hazy from intoxication.
So young…
He muttered inwardly. At the same time, Eunha made an objective assessment of himself. That he still hadn’t completely escaped from the intoxication.
So it must have been half a spiteful feeling, and half an impulse from the alcohol. Because it had been bothering him all along. The man’s habit of not losing his composure. All those docile aspects of him that seemed like hypocrisy.
And on the other hand, still curious about that day he couldn’t remember.
Eunha, who had been staring intently at Yeonjun, reached out his hand. He wrapped it around his nape and pulled him sharply toward himself. It was an indifferent touch. He pressed his lips against the man who was being pulled along, bewildered without any time to prepare for the sudden action.
Their eyes were open. Both of them. Eunha glanced sideways at the eyes that had widened in surprise with an annoyed look. He nibbled on the soft lips that were tightly closed. As if urging him to respond.
However, Yeonjun didn’t respond. After being frozen in place for a moment, he merely grabbed Eunha’s shoulders with both hands and barely managed to push him away. A touch that was quite firm yet filled with bewilderment.
“Right now, what are you…”
Eunha, who had been silently pushed back, tilted his head sharply again through the gap that had opened between their lips. He kissed the man who couldn’t show a quick reaction due to his half-numbed mind. He abruptly pushed his tongue through the gap that hadn’t fully closed. Flesh rubbed against flesh in an instant.
Hot breath spread. Eunha left a smooth kiss on the man who was momentarily dazed and falling apart. He lightly sucked on lips and tongue, raising his tongue tip to rub against the mucous membranes inside the mouth. He actively moved about, rummaging through every spot. While drawing up arousal, breaths steeped in the scent of alcohol mixed densely together, vibrating the five senses. It was a haziness as if becoming newly soaked in intoxication. Heat rushed to his head as if the humid energy of their breaths was being transmitted. The enclosed space became thoroughly damp with the sound of their clinging entanglement.
Throughout this, confused eyes traced down around Eunha’s eyes from close by, fumbling. The hands still gripping Eunha’s shoulders seemed to apply stubborn force. As if attempting to push away again. Or as if enduring something tightly.
However, it was brief, and gradually loosened powerlessly. He could see deep anguish flash through the eyes facing him. Eunha found that bit of morality or coyness—whatever it was that he maintained even while drunk—laughable and, as if to show off, cupped the man’s cheek. He supported it ticklishly and stroked the fine-textured skin with his fingers. He sucked on the lower lip with a wet sound.
It was an instant when the strength drained from the eyes that had been wavering as if in conflict.
Haah, he let out a heated sigh. Frowning slightly, the man slowly began to move his mouth. He sucked back on the tangled lips and tongue. The hand that had been placed on the shoulder gradually transformed into a form that tightly held and supported the body. Eunha glanced at Yeonjun sideways. For an instant, his eyes had completely lost their reason. A sneer rumbled in his throat. Right. When you’re going to be like this anyway. When you’re going to react like this so quickly, how dare you worry about me…
Separately, he felt good. Was it because of the alcohol? Excitement rose rapidly. It was just a night no different from any other. Yeonjun was just someone no different from any of those others.
As the kiss deepened, Eunha pulled back his head. Without distinction, rough breaths burst out. Blatant gazes clung over wet lips. A feeling of regret. An appearance that had lost judgment and become faithful only to instinct.
Eunha slid down below the sofa, feeling a much clearer mood. Naturally tilting toward the man, he buried his lips again. Wrapping his arms around the neck, he deliberately put weight on it. After supporting the weight with his hands on the floor for a while, he climbed on top of the man who ultimately collapsed helplessly with a thud. A long, lingering kiss continued.
stop! touching! each! other! without! consent!