Was it excessive suspicion? Was this suspicion perhaps just his own paranoia? No, even if it wasn’t that, it was certain that they enjoyed playing with him like this.
“Then what about you, Wooyeon? Who will you choose?”
He couldn’t even remember what the question was. For now, he was desperate to survive. Wooyeon delivered milk every dawn. If he drank that alcohol, it was uncertain whether he’d be able to deliver milk in a few hours.
“…Kwon Jeonghan.”
Jeonghan’s eyes were still directed at Wooyeon. Wooyeon also didn’t avoid Jeonghan’s eyes and called Jeonghan’s name.
“Then Seo Wooyeon six, Kwon Jeonghan six. Jeonghan, what about you?”
Expectant gazes turned toward Jeonghan. If Jeonghan called Wooyeon’s name, that drink would undoubtedly become Wooyeon’s.
While making eye contact with Wooyeon, Jeonghan smiled slightly. As his handsome eyes curved slightly to form curves, Wooyeon seemed to understand why the female students blushed when dealing with Jeonghan.
Jeonghan, who had been leaning on the sofa, slowly raised his body, and the graceful fingers of his large hand stretched out and grasped the 500cc glass.
“I’ll drink it.”
“Wow, Kwon Jeonghan!”
It was an unexpected answer. Wooyeon felt like his heart was dropping and couldn’t say anything. Voices mixed with half admiration and exclamation, half regret crossed from both sides.
“Why the hell are you drinking that, man!”
“I just felt like I’ve probably done it more.”
While making eye contact with Wooyeon, Jeonghan brought the glass to his mouth without hesitation. Above his long, solid neck, his Adam’s apple, noticeably larger than others, moved up and down ceaselessly. Some whispered and laughed, asking if coming back from America had changed him, and Wooyeon couldn’t take his eyes off Jeonghan until he finished drinking that glass.
Why did you drink it for me?
Jeonghan’s half-closed eyes after emptying the glass met Wooyeon’s gaze again. And soon Jeonghan repeatedly closed and opened his eyes slowly as if tired.
Wooyeon felt frustrated with himself for not being able to accept it lightly when it was clearly goodwill and kindness. It probably had no great meaning, but wasn’t he adding unnecessary meaning to it?
“Hey, are you really drinking all that? Isn’t this guy crazy?”
When Jeonghan placed the now empty glass on the table, the club president said while gathering his outerwear and the bill. Jeonghan, perhaps truly drunk this time, slumped over leaning on the sofa. Some stood up calling taxis, and became busy taking care of their drunk peers.
“Hey, Seo Wooyeon! You’re responsible for Jeonghan.”
“What?”
“What do you mean what? He drank that because of you.”
With a face as if it was obvious, the club president carried a male student on his shoulder and left the table.
And what remained at the spot were…
Wooyeon, and Kwon Jeonghan sprawling out his enormous body.
* * *
“Ah, this bastard is really heavy…”
His whole body was drenched as if he had showered in sweat. Wooyeon staggered while carrying Jeonghan, whose body was twice as big as his own. Just bringing him out of the bar was hard labor, and his future looked dark wondering how he’d get him home.
“Stand properly, hey!”
The street had now lost its peak brilliance, with only occasional drunkards passing by. With Jeonghan leaning on him almost like an embrace, Wooyeon couldn’t even control his body properly and was out of breath.
“Your address… tell me your address.”
“…”
“Ah, seriously!”
His ridiculously large build made it hard to breathe. Wooyeon eventually put Jeonghan down on the ground as if slamming him, while he leaned on his body with his eyes closed. The dawn in March was cold, embarrassingly so to even call it early spring yet. As the cold wind touched his sweat-soaked forehead, Wooyeon hunched his shoulders.
“Hey, hey! Snap out of it.”
He wasn’t supposed to handle this giant alone. Anyone could see it was impossible for him to move Jeonghan by himself. Even to call a taxi, he needed to know the address. It was questionable whether his peers would know an address like that, and he couldn’t call and ask at this dawn either.
Haa.
Wooyeon, who let out a sigh, squatted down in front of Jeonghan. He could faintly feel pheromones from Jeonghan’s breath as he leaned against the wall. Holding his breath, Wooyeon put his hand in Jeonghan’s coat pocket and took out his phone. Naturally, the phone was locked.
Wooyeon looked at Jeonghan’s face, thoroughly drunk with sleep. His sculpture-like face, believable even if he were an actor or model, didn’t even move. Somehow feeling unreal, Wooyeon poked Jeonghan’s cheek with his index finger. Although his eyes were still closed, he was a living person.
Looking at his long eyelashes, Wooyeon soon grabbed his hand and brought it to the phone. After a couple of errors, the phone opened with fingerprint recognition and illuminated Wooyeon’s face in the darkness.
But this was also unexpected. They said he hadn’t been in Korea long, and perhaps he hadn’t bought his phone long ago either, as his contacts were sparse. Even the few contacts listed were entered with three-character names, and even family contacts weren’t separately visible. There was no specific person he frequently exchanged contacts with. He couldn’t just call any number at this dawn.
“Phew…”
Now there weren’t many options left. Should he take him home? It was a thought that came with resignation, but Wooyeon soon shook his head. There wasn’t time for that, and if he did that, the relationship would no longer be one-time. Besides, knowing perfectly well how he was raised as a young master, he couldn’t imagine taking him to that cramped semi-basement room.
There was one method left.
“Give me the cheapest room.”
It was the love hotel visible right behind. Just the fact of coming to a place like this with a junior from the same department felt uncomfortable, but there was no other way. If he went to a place farther away, it was obvious his body wouldn’t hold up.
He thought it would be cheap because it looked shabby on the outside, but the accommodation fee he glimpsed was quite expensive, more than he thought. Maybe it only felt that way to Wooyeon.
“Short stay?”
“No… overnight.”
Wooyeon had hesitated for a moment. The fee differed depending on whether it was short stay or overnight.
“Show me your ID.”
When Wooyeon lowered Jeonghan to the floor like a load, his body collided with a thud, but Wooyeon no longer cared. When he showed his ID, the employee sitting at the counter showed the accommodation fee typed on a calculator with a blunt hand gesture. Wooyeon held his shabby wallet and agonized briefly.
“Two thousand won off for cash.”
“I’ll pay cash.”
Still, today he owed a debt. If it had been him who drank that last glass, he couldn’t guarantee what would have happened, and anyway, it was a clear fact that he had received help from Jeonghan.
Wooyeon paid the accommodation fee by shaking out the 10,000 won bill that Choi Seokwoo had stuck back in his shirt pocket and the money from his wallet. For Wooyeon, it was the maximum repayment. To Jeonghan, it would be nothing, but to Wooyeon, it was the most desperate thing in life.
“Condoms are 500 won each.”
“…I don’t need them.”
Wooyeon answered while quickly snatching the key thrust through the gap in the counter. Because it was such a place, it was obvious how it would look to others, so his face flushed for no reason.
Wanting to get away from that spot quickly, Wooyeon scraped together his remaining strength and lifted Jeonghan’s body sprawled on the floor again.
“Mm…”
The old elevator creaked occasionally as it added floors. Being in the narrow and enclosed space made Jeonghan’s pheromones feel stronger. When Wooyeon pulled his body away feeling his face getting hot, Jeonghan’s body pressed down even more heavily instead. Wooyeon, who stepped back pressed by the weight, ended up trapped between the elevator wall and Jeonghan.
“Hey, wait, get a grip.”
Was he really unconscious? Jeonghan’s firm hand soon wrapped around Wooyeon’s waist. And Wooyeon was shocked by the lower body that pressed close.
Jeonghan was aroused. Jeonghan’s breath was touching Wooyeon’s nape directly. The breath exhaled at quite a fast speed was like a dog confirming its owner’s scent.
Just as Wooyeon snapped to his senses and tried to push Jeonghan’s body away, the elevator stopped with a mechanical sound and the door opened.
“Haa.”
Wooyeon gasped for breath and glared at the room at the end of the corridor. Not much left.
Plop.
Unable to bear the weight falling onto the bed, Wooyeon also collapsed onto the bed together. Their faces were close above their touching chests. The entangled thighs were firm, and Jeonghan’s arousal, poking painfully, could still be felt vividly. Because he was drunk, it could happen—Wooyeon brainwashed himself.
As if a fever had risen, a redness appeared on Wooyeon’s cheek. With the pheromones subtly touching him and the body temperature stickily intertwining, Wooyeon’s body had also become sensitive.
“Let go.”
What was he saying to a drunk person? Wooyeon spoke to Jeonghan even though he knew it was useless.
The arm wrapped around his slender waist was still firm, and Wooyeon was exhausted. While being held by Jeonghan on the bed, Wooyeon caught his breath. His whole body was soaked with sweat as if he had done martial arts, and his stamina had long been depleted.
He won’t remember anyway, so whatever.
Wooyeon squirmed trying to escape from Jeonghan, but soon stopped trying altogether, exhausted on his own.
“Seriously, what am I even doing…”
