Wooyeon looked back and forth between the wooden chopstick he was gripping tightly, Chu Seonyoung, and Jeonghan.
It was like a bolt from the blue. Even if he had to kiss anyone else, he couldn’t do it with Seonyoung. Wooyeon’s already pale skin turned deathly white.
“What are you going to do, just have the dark knight do it.”
When Seonyoung let out a groan, someone said it as if it were obvious. It seemed like they were probably thinking of Jeonghan. Wooyeon froze like someone who didn’t know how to breathe.
Jeonghan stood up from his seat, cut through the circle, approached Wooyeon, and knelt down on one knee in front of him. Wooyeon’s eyes wavered as he stared blankly at Jeonghan. Jeonghan smiled slightly, then pulled the wooden chopstick out of Wooyeon’s hand. And into the hand where Wooyeon had been holding the wooden chopstick, Jeonghan’s wooden chopstick was inserted. Jeonghan stood up again, moved away from Wooyeon, and approached Seonyoung.
“Wow, fuck, even as a guy, he’s too cool.”
Thump thump thump.
Wooyeon’s heart kept pounding violently. He didn’t want to watch, but it seemed like Wooyeon had forgotten how to move. His long eyelashes trembled weakly over his eyes as he stared blankly at Jeonghan and Seonyoung. He was so shocked that it seemed like tears wouldn’t even come out.
In a way, it was fortunate. To anyone watching, Wooyeon looked unnatural as he watched them, but since everyone’s attention was focused on Jeonghan and Seonyoung, no one noticed Wooyeon’s strangeness.
“Kyaa, what’s this!”
Into Wooyeon’s field of vision, Jeonghan bent his head toward Seonyoung. Wooyeon’s chest hurt as if his heart were being torn apart. He knew they were dating, and of course he knew they would kiss…… but confirming it with his own two eyes was a completely different matter.
Haaa, Wooyeon exhaled painfully. Jeonghan, who had smiled briefly, looked at Wooyeon and then cupped Seonyoung’s cheek and covered her lips with his. His blood was growing cold.
“Wow, amazing. What do we do.”
The students who had witnessed the campus couple’s kiss in real time screamed without hiding their heightened emotions. Gradually, Wooyeon couldn’t hear anything, as if his hearing was fading. That said, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jeonghan either.
Jeonghan slowly opened his eyes again and his gaze became entangled with Wooyeon’s. Jeonghan’s gaze remained on Wooyeon for quite a long time.
That image of him kissing Seonyoung like that wounded Wooyeon deeply. At the tears that fell with a plop without any warning, Wooyeon lowered his head and quickly wiped away his tears.
Only then did deep regret wash over him again. He shouldn’t have come to the MT.
**16.**
Even after returning from the MT, Wooyeon’s daily life continued. He always had to study while pressed for time and was tormented by part-time jobs. They were ordinary days.
Late at night, Wooyeon’s steps slowed as he returned to his studio apartment after finishing his tutoring session. This was because light was leaking through the opaque glass of his studio apartment, which should not have had its lights on. After letting out a deep sigh, Wooyeon pulled open the old iron door, and Choi Seokwoo, who had been lying on the floor, turned his body to the side.
“What were you doing to come home now? I thought I was going to die of boredom.”
“……”
“No. You came earlier than I thought. Living the good life, huh? Even cutting down on your part-time jobs.”
Choi Seokwoo raised his wrist and looked at his gleaming gold watch as he spoke.
“Who the hell are you taking care of……”
“Is that what you want to say?”
When Wooyeon set down his heavy bag, the semi-basement floor shook. Choi Seokwoo raised one eyebrow as if to say “what a sight” and looked up at Wooyeon. Wooyeon irritably opened the refrigerator and poured cold barley tea into a cup and drank it.
“I paid this month’s interest.”
“Doesn’t our pretty boy know the term ‘interest on interest’?”
“Ha……”
“And I live for the fun of nagging you every month, but these days I haven’t seen your face at all, so it feels like my perfectly fine dick won’t get hard.”
“……Crazy bastard.”
When Wooyeon turned around again and closed the small, old refrigerator door, Choi Seokwoo suddenly stood up from behind and approached Wooyeon. At the suddenly narrowed distance, Wooyeon’s eyes widened as he pressed against the wall, but that effort was futile as Choi Seokwoo pressed close to Wooyeon and grabbed his chin.
“What, let go?”
He deliberately raised his voice loudly, pretending not to be scared, but there was no way he could be calm. In terms of physical strength, he wouldn’t even be a match for Choi Seokwoo.
Goosebumps rose on his back leaning against the wall. Choi Seokwoo looked over Wooyeon’s face with a sly expression, as if appreciating it. He probably looked at the omegas at the prostitution establishment he managed with these eyes.
“I wonder what the hell you are that makes everyone act like this.”
“……What does that mean.”
“Why are you playing dumb. Dear creditor-nim.”
He had no idea what he was talking about. Wooyeon’s eyelashes trembled with the movement of his pupils as he glared at Choi Seokwoo. Choi Seokwoo’s hand swept up from Wooyeon’s waist to his chest. At the creepy feeling like bugs crawling over him, Wooyeon couldn’t even scream.
“Our pretty boy, let’s secretly do it just once with oppa. I’ll make you forget all about that old man’s dick.”
“……Are you insane?”
“Ah, why are you being like this. I came knowing everything.”
“What are you talking about.”
He was making less and less sense. When Wooyeon pushed away Choi Seokwoo’s hand, Choi Seokwoo approached Wooyeon again with a grin.
“That you’re craving men. I came knowing everything, so why are you being like this again.”
“……What?”
“I’ll consider it as you being taken advantage of. You’re just playing hard to get because you’re afraid the old man will catch you if you spread your legs first.”
“What kind of bullshit are you spouting, you crazy bastard!”
Wooyeon’s hands trembled as he pushed Choi Seokwoo away. Choi Seokwoo was serious. Wooyeon didn’t even try to listen to what he had heard from somewhere.
“You’re crazy about men’s dicks, and if someone asks to do it, you spread your legs for everyone, but I’ve been holding back like an idiot?”
“What?”
“That you actually really wanted to do it with me too, I heard it all.”
Wooyeon’s pupils shook with anxiety and fear that felt suffocating. Wooyeon exhaled heavily with the terror that had risen to the tip of his chin.
“……Who said that.”
“Who? Ah.”
“……”
“Your younger brother. That talented brother of yours who bangs on the piano. I kept trying to meet him to squeeze some money out of him but couldn’t, and for some reason he contacted me first?”
The last image of Seoha, who had been filled with spite, flashed before Wooyeon’s eyes. Whether that statement was true or not didn’t matter to Choi Seokwoo. Choi Seokwoo already believed it to be true and only wanted it to be so.
When he thought he needed to get away quickly, Wooyeon’s wrist was grabbed by Choi Seokwoo and he was slammed to the floor just like that. When his head hit the floor, Wooyeon was gripped by the horror that this nightmare was real.
Wooyeon struggled to get away, but Choi Seokwoo overlapped his body on top of Wooyeon’s. The thick thigh that came between his legs rubbing against Wooyeon’s buttocks was nauseating. When Choi Seokwoo grabbed Wooyeon’s top on both sides and tore it open, small buttons bounced and rolled across the yellow linoleum floor.
“This is rape, you criminal bastard!”
“Yeah, yeah. So let’s say it’s rape? Who’s going to say anything?”
Choi Seokwoo licked his lips and stuck his hand into Wooyeon’s exposed chest. His pink nipples were rubbed under the rough palm. He hadn’t been very interested in fucking men, but it seemed like he could enjoy it at this level. With the rush of excitement, the middle of Choi Seokwoo’s dress pants bulged.
“All this time they said from above not to touch you, so I couldn’t even fuck this incredibly hot thing……”
It had been quite arousing from the start. He didn’t know who was backing him up, but the word from above was that he’d be fucked if he touched him, so just keeping him around was killing him. When Choi Seokwoo’s panting breath touched Wooyeon’s cheek, Wooyeon squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head.
“Did you try what I gave you?”
Choi Seokwoo, who had been panting, asked. He seemed to be talking about the dildo and rotor he had shoved at him before as a “gift.” When Wooyeon shook his head with a horrified expression, Choi Seokwoo raised one corner of his lip as if it would tear.
“I jerked off every day imagining our pretty boy using that thing.”
Choi Seokwoo, who had been undoing Wooyeon’s pants buckle, widened his eyes as if he’d had a good idea.
“Where is that?”
“……”
“Did you throw it away?”
Wooyeon glared at Choi Seokwoo and caught his breath. This might be his last chance. Tears flowed down his trembling cheeks. Even the voice trying to speak calmly was trembling.
“……It’s at the very bottom of the desk drawer. Still in the packaging you gave me.”
“Okay.”
Humming a tune, Choi Seokwoo lifted his body that had been overlapping Wooyeon’s. At the same time Choi Seokwoo turned his body toward the desk, Wooyeon picked up the cell phone that had fallen on the floor. Since the desk was right next to the entrance, there was no other option left. Wooyeon ran straight into the bathroom and locked the door. As soon as the door closed, a bang! sound echoed as the door was pounded from outside.
“……Fucking bitch, you couldn’t hold back for that moment and ran away?”
Even though the door was locked, the old door rattled under Choi Seokwoo’s strength. Wooyeon backed away, looking at the door that seemed like it would open at any moment. Strength went into the hand holding the cell phone.
“Go ahead and report it? Report it, you fucking bitch. What did I do wrong? Did I hit you, did I do something?”
