When Wooyeon raised his voice, Jeonghan squinted one eye as if a bit puzzled. And then, the door that had been closed behind Wooyeon opened again. Wooyeon quickly shook off Jeonghan’s arm and wiped the tears that had fallen on his cheeks.
“Hey, what are you two doing here? Did you fight?”
The person who poked his head through the door was the Club President.
“Seo Wooyeon, your group was looking for you like crazy.”
Wooyeon, who had rubbed his eyes roughly to wipe them, looked at Jeonghan resentfully with reddened eyes. Then he threw open the door where the Club President had his head out and went inside. He, whose body had suddenly swayed, staggered as if sliding in front of Jeonghan. The door closed again with a bang.
“…Fuck.”
With eyes that dropped a chill coldly, Jeonghan cursed as if chewing on it. The sound of the door closing again at the rough opening was loud enough to tear at one’s ears.
The Club President, who had raised his head, furrowed his brow. In an instant, he was left alone on the emergency staircase.
“Huh, Kwon Jeonghan cursing too.”
What on earth did they fight about to make that guy, who was like a gentle large dog, curse? Did I hear wrong?
He tilted his head as if still not believing it.
* * *
When Wooyeon entered Group F’s room again, the group members sitting gathered in a circle simultaneously looked at Wooyeon and showed pleased expressions. Only Kim Sunwoo looked up at Wooyeon with a sullen expression.
“Sunbae, Kim Sunwoo suddenly came and said you’d be uncomfortable, so he’d do it instead.”
“Ah…”
Wooyeon’s gaze turned toward Sunwoo. He’d thought it wouldn’t be easy, but it seemed the words Kim Sunwoo had said hadn’t worked at all.
“Let’s just be cool and do it by lottery.”
“Lottery?”
Wooyeon asked as he sat in an empty seat. Then one of the female students held out several small folded papers in front of Wooyeon. When Wooyeon looked at the group members’ faces in turn, the group members made expressions as if telling him to hurry and pick one and gave Wooyeon looks.
“Sunbae is the oldest among the men in our group, so sunbae picks first.”
Wooyeon picked up one of them. At that, Kim Sunwoo sitting across from him let out a long sigh. Soon delicate fingertips unfolded the folded paper.
「Winner♡」
Ah…
The scrawled handwriting in the middle of the paper entered Wooyeon’s field of vision. As Wooyeon just stared at the paper in bewilderment, the surrounding group members stuck their heads out to check inside the note.
“What did you get? Oh my! Winner!”
One female student who seemed to be leading gathered up all the folded papers including the one in Wooyeon’s hand. Kim Sunwoo, who had confirmed Wooyeon’s flustered face, glanced at Wooyeon and then grumbled.
“Hey, what kind of thing is this when it’s not even fraud?”
“Won’t you be quiet?”
“Ah, but it’s a bit much!”
“What’s much, what.”
“Those are all winners…!”
Someone next to Kim Sunwoo hastily covered his mouth. As if to block the gaze toward Kim Sunwoo, group members crowded around Wooyeon. Fortunately, Wooyeon seemed not to have heard Sunwoo’s words.
“Sunbae, we found you, but where were you? There’s not much time.”
Someone skillfully unfolded a makeup box next to Wooyeon. Wooyeon blinked as he watched the rectangular box open its entrance and the interior unfold like a magic box. The novelty was brief as a miniskirt was thrust in front of Wooyeon’s eyes.
“Uh… what’s this?”
“First go to the bathroom and put on the clothes.”
“We don’t need to help you, right? The size should probably fit.”
In the end, Wooyeon had no choice but to accept the short skirt and fluttering see-through blouse that were utterly unfamiliar to him.
* * *
The high heels clattered with each step, perhaps because the size didn’t quite fit. Wooyeon, who had slightly twisted his ankle, placed his fingers on the sink and stood in front of the mirror.
The person reflected in the mirror had an utterly awkward appearance. Hair hanging down to the waist, uncomfortable clothes, uncomfortable shoes, a made-up face. Darkly applied lipstick and dizzyingly long eyelashes were curled upward. The voices of the girls who had praised his long eyelashes while doing his mascara came to mind.
“Ha…”
At the absurd appearance, Wooyeon let out an empty laugh. What was most uncomfortable of all were the thigh-high stockings. The band squeezing the middle of his thighs was more than a little distracting.
When he lowered his head to wash his hands, the wig’s hair flowed down below his shoulders. When Wooyeon, who had quickly washed his hands at the discomfort he hadn’t thought about until now, raised his head, someone was looking at Wooyeon through the mirror.
“This is the men’s restroom.”
“…”
Wooyeon couldn’t even turn around and faced Jeonghan through the mirror, who was looking at him and smiling. At his own appearance that would feel ridiculous, Wooyeon wanted to take off the wig right now and disappear from here. But for some reason, his feet wouldn’t move as if glued.
As Jeonghan in the mirror slowly approached Wooyeon, his pheromone scent touched his skin.
“Pretty.”
Wooyeon took his eyes off the mirror and lowered his gaze. Laughter lingered at the end of Jeonghan’s low words. He couldn’t tell whether it was a joke meant to tease or sincere. The laugh that burst from him somehow stimulated a sense of shame. Even if he were evaluated while stripped naked, it wouldn’t be as embarrassing as this.
As Wooyeon stood still with his head lowered, Jeonghan’s hand dug between Wooyeon’s wet fingers. His body, sensitive to Jeonghan’s pheromones, trembled slightly.
“I don’t mind, but sunbae hated it last time.”
It was words he didn’t know the meaning of. Wooyeon still avoided his gaze and held his breath. Jeonghan, who had slightly pushed back the wavy hair that had flowed down like waves, tucked the hair by Wooyeon’s ear. A low voice flowed right into his ear.
“Doing it in the bathroom.”
At those words, Wooyeon, whose eyes widened, raised his head to look at Jeonghan. At their meeting gazes, Jeonghan smiled gently.
“Or, don’t you mind?”
The eyes looking at Jeonghan shook greatly. No, he’d hate it to death. At the memory from the festival, Wooyeon quickly shook his head. As the long hair fluttered left and right, Jeonghan smiled again at that.
“Then come out.”
As Jeonghan pulled while holding Wooyeon’s hand, Wooyeon put in force as if trying not to follow. Jeonghan turned around again to look at Wooyeon.
“I have to go now.”
“Ah, because of that fucking contest.”
Wooyeon didn’t answer. Wooyeon also didn’t want to go up on the stage of that auditorium and become eye candy for other people, but he couldn’t overturn something that was already decided on his own. Moreover, they’d already dressed him up like this, did his makeup and wig and everything to send him to that contest. Wooyeon bit his plump lips with lipstick applied with a troubled face.
“Then let’s go.”
Jeonghan said with a smile again.
“You can just go after doing it with me. Right?”
If sunbae can walk there.
Jeonghan’s voice was utterly gentle.
* * *
“Haah…”
After the deeply entangled kiss, their lips parted. Wooyeon watched with hazy eyes as the saliva that had stretched like a silver thread between his lips and Jeonghan’s lips broke. Even though it was a familiar pheromone, Wooyeon was helplessly excited and swayed by those pheromones as if brainwashed.
The place where the two were mixing their bodies was a narrow storage room with a door right next to the bathroom. Perhaps a place to store cleaning equipment, vacuum cleaners and brooms and various other cleaning tools were scattered here and there in the storage room where no light entered. Inside the pitch-black storage room with no lighting, the only light was from the hallway coming through the crack in the door.
“I prefer sunbae’s face without makeup, though.”
Jeonghan whispered in a lowered voice by Wooyeon’s ear. When the hand that had dug inside Wooyeon’s thighs caressed the bare inner thigh above the thigh-high stockings, a sigh-like gasp burst from Wooyeon. Each time Jeonghan’s fingertips slowly wandered around the soft thigh area, his waist trembled.
“This is arousing in its own way.”
Laughter flowed at the end of Jeonghan’s voice. As Jeonghan lightly bit Wooyeon’s earlobe and ear, he inserted the hand that had been stroking his thigh below the band of the thigh-highs. The sensation of the slender thigh being pressed under the band was new. The white thigh-high stockings went down a bit from the thigh to above the knee.
As if Jeonghan had no intention of taking them off completely, he pulled his hand from the band while kissing Wooyeon deeply again. The darkly applied lipstick gradually smeared.
“Ha, nng…”
The hand that had escaped from the band suddenly entered inside Wooyeon’s briefs. Jeonghan’s hand grazed over Wooyeon’s half-erect penis as if stroking it, then dug deeply backward just like that.
“Haah, ngh, nnh…”
“Dressed up so innocently like this, but you’re already wet?”
Jeonghan’s finger mercilessly poked inside the wet anal. At Jeonghan’s words said while smiling round and round, Wooyeon trembled and bit the inside of his lips. The lips with lipstick were crushed like flower petals. It felt like everything from his anal to his brain was melting stickily in the wet moisture.
“Why didn’t you wear women’s panties?”
“Ahng…”
