It was a high fever with his brain boiling. The man was someone who hardly felt pain with his solid body, but strangely, right now, a pain as if his head was splitting apart was being inflicted. It was exactly like someone striking down his skull with an axe.
Through the crack like a lightning bolt, bright red brain matter seemed to flow out.
“Ah…”
He slowly opened his eyelids. In the center of the black field of vision, a crack formed horizontally and split apart. And through it, a white body lodged itself in.
“I think it’s cooked well enough now…”
The slender forearm moved diligently. With a fire lit on one side, he was earnestly grilling something. With bright red lips slightly protruding, he blew, hoo hoo.
“Ah, hot…!”
Then, startled by something, his small hand flinched and trembled, then he flapped it in the air. What is he doing, he wondered, but when he focused his eyes, he was deboning fish. Carefully carefully, he picked out the white flesh with his hands, blew on it hoo hoo, and brought it to the man’s mouth.
“Excuse me, Managing Director Gi… Ah shit.”
Then he bit his lower lip firmly and hesitated. Like a dog watching its owner’s mood, he unnecessarily rolled his large pupils around.
“A-ah, no, Gi Junhyuk-ssi.”
What is that, why did that small whisper feel softer than fish flesh? Admirably, Woonghee didn’t stop there and grabbed the man’s chin with one hand. He even caressed it as if coaxing. The purpose was clear.
“You have to eat to get better.”
The man still didn’t part his lips. At him not moving as intended, Woonghee frowned. Nnngh, he made a groaning sound, then without giving up, pressed the man’s lips firmly with his thumb. Chup—the man’s lips parted. Soft fish flesh was pushed into his mouth.
Lee Woonghee filled the man’s stomach generously like that.
The man chewed and ate the tender white flesh. Yet his two eyes were embedded in Lee Woonghee’s nape. He wanted to open his maw right away and covet that nape. As a consolation, he licked his thumb wetly with his tongue. Lee Woonghee looked down at his lips blankly.
“……”
Soon Lee Woonghee got up quickly with his face bright red. He firmly grabs the machete placed in the corner. With a single slash, a crack forms in the hard shell. When he split it to both sides, white juice spurted out. Ppit! The juice splattered on his long eyelashes.
“Huh…?”
He blinked his eyes with a smooth face. It was an innocent and pure expression that didn’t even dream of what dirty thoughts were contaminating the man’s brain.
The innocent Lee Woonghee approached.
“Open your mouth.”
The man stared at Lee Woonghee in a daze. Drip drip—coconut flesh was beading on his jet-black eyelashes and flowing like tears.
That pitiful and pure appearance… wasn’t it like dewdrops rolling off a blade of grass? The man reached out his hand in sympathy. Then his thumb hesitated. It was because of a thought that suddenly intruded.
…What if I ruin this?
‘Junhyuk-ah, you have to be careful when holding anything. The smaller and more delicate it is, the more you want to treasure it, the more careful you must be not to hurt it.’
The man had almost no control over his strength when he was young. He would firmly grasp anything in his fist and refuse to let go, and wielded omnipotent power as much as he wanted to possess it. The greater his possessiveness, the fiercer and more brutish his touch became.
One day, he roughly grabbed the nape of Baekjo’s neck, and that white thing made a fuss in his grasp. It struggled, asking to be freed just this much, saying it would go crazy from suffocation. Flutter—it screamed a tearing scream while spewing white feathers here and there.
‘Shut up! Shut that mouth, it’s so noisy I’m going crazy…!’
In an instant, the man’s heart dropped with a thud. Baekjo was no longer elegant or noble. Nor did it look beautiful and serene. It was just like a dirty monster birthed by Satan ripping open its belly. Surprised and flustered, he wanted to cover its beak just like that. Yeah, if I make it immobile, this mouth will shut up.
‘Junhyuk-ah, stop…! If you do this, Baekjo’s neck will break, so you have to handle it carefully.’
What his mother said came to mind like a revelation. What did he do that day? In the end, he slowly released Baekjo’s neck from his grasp.
“It’s too hot. You need to wet your throat with water, otherwise your thirst…”
Woonghee’s words were cut off. Because the man slowly reached out his hand. The man slowly rubbed his eyelashes with only his thumb.
Thump, thoom, thooom…
A vibration that shook the entire island rang out. The ground was rumbling heavily. In sync with it, his heart was beating heavily. No, is the heart beating first? Is that why the man’s world is shaking? The man slowly rubbed and wiped the eyelashes with his fingertips and spoke.
“You’re going to betray me too, right?”
Woonghee’s hand, which had been trying somehow, froze.
“You’re going to bash your head on a rock and die, right?”
The man said that with white flesh in his mouth. It felt like his head would crack open like this. What flows out through it—is it brain matter, or an unquenched desire?
Damn it, it feels like my head will burst. It would be better if my body hurt instead. The man pressed down on his reddened forearm as if to burst it. The skin already ragged to the point where bones were exposed that Lee Woonghee had barely sewn together with stitches…
“Wh-why are you doing this!”
Woonghee, pale with shock, hurriedly clung to the man’s forearm. He whispers in a small voice by his ear not to do that. He pleads and begs.
Ahh, I shouldn’t be fooled by such sweet things.
“You’re going to betray me together with that young bastard?”
Will you abandon me and run away with the bastard who stole my jewel? Betraying my kindness, completely forgetting that I treated you affectionately?
“That young bastard’s head…”
I should have shot it with a gun from the start.
And Lee Woonghee, I should have left you to die on the cliff. I should have sipped wine while looking at you dying. On this unbearably boring island, only that would have brought the man tremendous pleasure.
The next moment, he made eye contact with Lee Woonghee. Eyes wide open toward him. Lee Woonghee was feeling more fear than when facing a wild beast. The man finally realized. That he had uttered what was formed from his lips as sentences. That he had almost screamed them out.
“…You knew, didn’t you?”
Lee Woonghee exhaled like a sigh. He dropped the coconut fruit he was holding in his hand. The fruit bounced thud thud against his chest and Lee Woonghee’s thigh and rolled into the corner. White juice left sticky stains on the floor.
“Why did you leave me alone?”
A stain-like sense of defeat remained on Lee Woonghee’s face. The man was looking into that humiliation.
“Why… didn’t you confine me?”
Well. The man stared at Lee Woonghee with his eyes open. Why didn’t I confine you? Why did I try to somehow stuff you into this place and look in on you from time to time?
“Do I like you?”
“……”
The red lips that had been babbling shut tightly. As if glue had been applied between those lips.
The man’s silhouette filled Lee Woonghee’s two pupils. His pupils filled with moisture rippled. The man swam boldly over the pupils like a dam that seemed to have trapped moisture fully. Soon Lee Woonghee closed his two eyes.
“So… you already had sex with me, didn’t you?”
He groped Lee Woonghee’s side. His whole body emitted a sweet smell. Yes, as he said, he had taken this body. If he wished, he could take it now too. However, that wasn’t enough. Why?
“What more do you want exactly…”
The man doesn’t know that either. Why this thirsty impatience isn’t quenched at all by taking him, and only gets worse as days go by.
“Excuse me.”
Lee Woonghee’s palm gently stroked down the man’s eyelids as if soothing. However, the man’s greatly dilated pupils were just wide open. The persistent gaze also continued. He looked as if he would dig into every detail of the palm approaching him.
“Please just sleep. You’re in pain right now.”
What was that conversation you had with that son of a bitch? Do I really look like a crazy person with a fucked-up head in your eyes too?
Then, about a crazy person—no, what do you think about me?
“What the hell is that now…”
Lee Woonghee had a dumbfounded face. The small mouth that used to tear even when he just put his cock in was gaping open.
Damn it, he thought it was just in his head but ended up spitting it all out of his mouth. Yet Lee Woonghee didn’t roll up his tail and run away. Instead, he was by his side like this, caressing his body. A white hand approached. It slowly touched the man’s forehead.
“Just like a ball of fire…”
I thought the fever went down, but it’s rising a lot again.
Fine wrinkles formed like cracks on Lee Woonghee’s fair forehead. The body temperature covering the man’s forehead lowered the temperature of the heated skin like sweet rain in a drought. Gently gently, it was like a cool breeze swaying the man.
The man slowly shook his head. Though Baekjo didn’t rub his head for him, the man rubbed his forehead against that palm. He felt Lee Woonghee’s slender body slightly stiffen. Flinch—his fingers trembled. The man bit those trembling fingers firmly in his mouth. So that he couldn’t escape like this, as if trapping Baekjo with a snare.
Only after that did the man let his large body droop languidly. His peacefully sleeping appearance looked exactly like an infant bringing his fingers to his mouth.
Hoo, hoo… The slow breaths the man exhaled filled the small space.
