Woonghee knew what that action meant. For the past few days, he’d only eaten and spread his legs for the man, so he couldn’t not know. He’d be on all fours like Pavlov’s dog, drooling, and getting fucked by the man.
“You want to do it again?”
“What are you talking about?”
Do I look like such a beast? The man was merely holding Woonghee in his embrace.
The body heat felt from behind—hot yet peaceful—and the hot breath brushing his nape were both familiar and utterly unfamiliar.
Woonghee curled his body like a shrimp. He endured, hoping this time would quickly pass, hoping this feeling he felt would disappear.
“You’re warm, Woonghee-ssi.”
He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d pressed his body temperature against another person’s like this. He’d held and soothed Woongju only when she was a very young child, and the child who quickly grew up had bravely left his embrace, saying she could manage on her own.
It was a life where he had to endure thoroughly alone. There had been almost no one who held him like this.
He’d always been alone, coldly embracing himself… His reflection in the glass window, those two entangled bodies, felt terribly unfamiliar.
What if this man completely swallowed him? What if, like covering his body like that, he seized his brain, even his heart?
“Are you using Woongju…”
As he uttered those words, his body trembled terribly.
“Mm?”
“Are you trying to blackmail me?”
Woonghee asked with narrowed eyes. With his guard raised to the maximum. Then haha, the man laughed, shaking his shoulders lightly as if dusting off dirt from his chest. Then the man’s lips pressed firmly on Woonghee’s tense temple. As if bestowing a kiss on something lovable.
“Why.”
The hot lips slid smoothly down and pressed Woonghee’s nape.
“Does my generosity seem like child’s play?”
“……”
“Does it seem like I’m only interested in spreading Woonghee-ssi’s legs?”
You’re the only one who thinks it’s an act, Lee Woonghee-ssi…
The voice that followed stuck stickily to Woonghee’s nape. At his words, Woonghee closed his mouth as if honey had been smeared on his lips.
Their silences mixed together. What to do—he wanted somehow to escape from the man’s firing range. If he stayed like this, he felt he’d completely melt and mix into the man.
Then, voices were heard from somewhere. Could there be other people? When he quickly turned his head, sound was flowing from inside the dark room. Moreover, when he pricked up his ears to listen, it was Korean.
“…It seems someone came…”
There wouldn’t be many who’d enter the man’s room without fear. It must be something urgent. The opportunity was right now. The opportunity to escape from the man’s embrace. Woonghee quickly pulled down the man’s arms wrapped tightly around his body.
The man withdrew his arms from him more obediently than expected, and Woonghee escaped from the man’s swamp-like embrace. Then he ran into the room almost as if fleeing.
“…Oh.”
Woonghee hesitated at the entrance where bright light poured out.
His eyes were dazzled, so he raised his arm to cover his eyes, then opened them narrowly. On one wall inside the dark room, a movie was playing. No, to be precise, it was making film footage.
A very familiar scene was playing as if unfolding right before his eyes.
[…High, cue!]
As the cue sign dropped, the person hanging in the air started the motorcycle. Fully armed in black leather and wearing a black helmet, someone raced down the road.
The fingers in leather gloves were rigidly tense, and beyond the deeply tinted helmet, fear poured from the gaze visible beyond.
Why had that man been watching this—just raw footage that hadn’t even been processed into a movie yet? Why on earth had he been looking at footage he appeared in…
Soon from behind, screech—the sound of a door opening was heard. A large shadow was cast over the smooth marble floor inside the room. Wasn’t this the typical villain’s entrance? Woonghee laughed, pik. He knew it. He knew he’d somehow follow behind him.
Step, step—his footsteps drew closer. Soon the man who passed Woonghee buried himself in the leather sofa.
He poured whiskey into the crystal glass on the table while fixing both eyes on the screen.
On Woonghee inside the screen.
“Do you remember?”
“……”
“I fell for you back then.”
Setting down the whiskey bottle with a tak, he grabbed Woonghee’s wrist. For some reason, all strength drained from Woonghee’s body as he was pulled toward him limply.
As he settled onto the leather sofa, the man placed the crystal glass in Woonghee’s hand. From inside the screen, loud sounds burst out successively. Even without looking, he could tell what commotion had occurred.
It must be the scene of himself falling from the wire. Like an ugly crow chick whose wings had caught fire.
“Just looking at something like that?”
Woonghee hung a crooked smile on his lips as if offended, pik.
“It looks shabby and dirty.”
“Shabby and dirty? My therapist called that doing your best.”
“Isn’t that obvious? Because there’s no money.”
To make a living, you have to stick flat to the ground like a mutt and crawl close. What choice is there? You, who were born with a diamond in your mouth from birth, who lived with even your organs gold-plated, wouldn’t know.
Everyone lives like that, and if you’re poor, you become like me. Muttering like that, Woonghee dropped his gaze.
‘This fucking idiot bastard! Can’t that blockhead do even that one thing properly? Do you know how much that bike costs?’
The staff, every one of them, didn’t run to him first but rushed to the bike. Like the sound of insects swarming, the people around murmured. He felt the gazes glaring at him.
‘Where the hell did that thing roll in from…’
The voices heard in his ears tormented him. Just making eye contact with him was difficult.
The gaze of this man who must have been watching him like this from somewhere that day…
The man who’d come down from the sofa at some point knelt on one knee and kissed Woonghee’s ankle.
“I like watching Woonghee-ssi crawling on the ground.”
Just as expected—he felt like he’d fallen to the ground from a severed wire. It felt like his whole body was burning hot and aching everywhere.
When the man folded and spread Woonghee’s limply drooping knees to the side, his crotch was revealed. A ticklish energy brushed his thigh.
The lips that gradually dug into Woonghee’s inner thigh soon reached his empty scrotum. His lips were crushed there.
“You only look at me when your wings are broken.”
Indeed, a crazy person. Woonghee was shocked and unconsciously opened his mouth slightly. Nevertheless, suddenly that feeling swooped up in Woonghee. That he wanted to kiss those lips. That he wanted to not just swallow that fucking thing but chew and eat it.
So he hurriedly pulled his face toward him.
Throwing away all the thoughts he’d wrapped around his entire body, all reason, he focused only on entangling tongues with him.
The man immediately grabbed his nape as if hooking it and poured kisses on him as if devouring him.
The feeling of rolling in the mud together wasn’t bad.
***
He slept with the man, woke up and ate with him, washed together, then mixed bodies again—repeating this. A week passed like that.
Woonghee, barely wearing only a robe, picked up the clothes he’d taken off on one side last night.
And flinch—his body trembled.
When he carefully buried his nose in the clothes again, some smell pervaded him.
“…What.”
Why does the man’s smell come from my clothes? Then suddenly, the words the man had said came to mind, and he stiffened his body.
‘I think Woonghee-ssi’s smell is coming from inside me.’
Thuk—the clothes fell limply. As if facing something very frightening, Woonghee took a step back.
Why on earth was this smell coming from here? Had the man’s pheromones really permeated his skin?
When the man’s pheromones pervaded his nostrils, his vision suddenly became dizzy for a moment.
‘Ah…’
When he took a step back, he slid smoothly on the floor because of the moisture dripping from his hair. On top of that, because of his trembling crotch, he lost his balance unexpectedly.
“Uh oh…”
Woonghee, falling backward, instinctively reached out his hand. The nightstand beside the bed caught his hand, and by hastily grabbing it, he could barely maintain his balance.
But the nightstand slid severely and fell to the floor with a ‘thud.’ From that impact, one drawer opened with a beolkeok.
“Ugh…”
Woonghee, who’d fallen leaning against the fallen nightstand, groaned and slowly raised his eyes.
Then he discovered what had been hidden inside the drawer. That black thing with a long barrel… His heart pounded—as he slowly brought his hand to it, his fingertips trembled as if burned.
Why on earth does Junhyuk have that? While immersed in confusion, he heard a presence from behind.
“What are you doing there?”
It was the man.
