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His stomach felt like it was burning insanely. His whole body ached as if he’d been beaten, enough that groans leaked out involuntarily.
When he opened his eyes in a half-asleep state, Yoon Kihyun was in some unfamiliar room. When he propped his upper body up with trembling arms against the bed, an unfamiliar naked body came into view.
After blinking his hazy eyes several times, in his cleared vision appeared the face of a guy who shouldn’t exist here.
‘What the hell is this?’
Yoon Kihyun fumbled at his chest in confusion. Where were the clothes he should be wearing—he only touched his bare, warm chest.
No way, right?
It was when Yoon Kihyun was hurriedly trying to get out of bed with a pale look.
“Ah, you’re awake?”
Jung Sijun stretched out his thick hand, wrapped it around Yoon Kihyun’s waist, and smiled. At that moment, goosebumps began to rise on Yoon Kihyun’s waist.
‘What is this, seriously. Fuck!’
His throbbing head tried to spin rapidly but stumbled. He was certain he’d met him at the bar yesterday and had an argument. The problem was what came after.
The most important part wasn’t remembered, as if cut with a knife. It was such a typical blackout that irritation surged.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he’d been drinking heavily since arriving in this city, but of all times, he’d drunk enough not to remember only at a time like this.
Though he’d drunk a lot, this was the first time something like this happened, so he was just flustered.
‘But yesterday there were a lot of things worth drinking heavily over.’
Not only did he meet an annoying bastard due to an unreasonable help request from a former workplace colleague, but he’d writhed in agony all day over the pathetic sneers he’d made.
Not only that, but the guy he’d called out in anger had even tested whether he was interested in working at a host bar.
After that, even the guy who shared his table was a young punk who thought of guides as fantasy sex partners…
‘No, but still.’
How could unlucky things pile up all in one day?
It was when Yoon Kihyun was shaking his head and scowling. Jung Sijun removed the hand wrapped around his waist and asked in an uncharacteristically gentle tone.
“Want some water?”
So the bastard who always spouted things more annoying than imaginable could speak in this kind of tone too.
But why had he been like that until now?
For a moment he thought that, but then wondered if this bastard had eaten something wrong.
Still, the fact was his throat was dry, so when he nodded slightly, Jung Sijun chuckled once and got up from the bed.
‘Ah, fuck. Put some clothes on.’
Watching Jung Sijun’s naked back made his mind disturbed. Since they were both stark naked, it was certain they’d done something, but what kind of accident had they caused?
As expected, there was only one accident that would make them both wake up stark naked on a bed with muscle pain.
‘Did we sleep together?’
He tried to avert his eyes, but it was a state that couldn’t be explained unless anyone could see they’d rolled around thoroughly. The muscle pain felt throughout his body and the foreign sensation between his buttocks were quite familiar to Yoon Kihyun, so there was no mistaking it.
Fuck, fuck. When Yoon Kihyun was sighing deeply with a scowl, Jung Sijun returned with a water glass.
“Drink.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Living life, I get to receive water service from Jung Sijun.
Thinking that, Yoon Kihyun reached for the water glass but closed his eyes tightly upon seeing the hideous thing he encountered.
‘Ugh, my eyes!’
If this were a public bathhouse or sauna, it was a size that would receive envy from men all around, but seeing it from morning in a hotel room with just the two of them was somewhat unpleasant.
Yoon Kihyun’s mind was constantly complicated as he drank the cool water.
‘Was Jung Sijun the type to take care of things so attentively? When I ran into him at the bar yesterday, he seemed to have blamed others like hell with the nuance that he almost died because of me.’
‘Why is he suddenly acting friendly when it doesn’t even suit him? Huk, could it be that bastard is also nearing death?’
Various speculations spun round and round in his head before finally arriving at one conclusion.
Jung Sijun had gone crazy. Even at a glance, that seemed certain.
When Yoon Kihyun, deeply lost in thought, showed no sign of removing his lips from the water glass even after emptying it completely, Jung Sijun tilted his head slightly and muttered.
“What are you thinking about so hard?”
“Team Leader Jung.”
“Yes.”
“Did we possibly… yesterday.”
Yoon Kihyun only slightly raised his eyes to look at Jung Sijun. Jung Sijun, looking down at Yoon Kihyun sitting on the bed, smiled wide enough to reveal his canines, then answered before Yoon Kihyun could even finish his words.
“Are you trying to ask if we had sex?”
“Yes.”
“We did. Obviously. Team Leader Yoon, your moans were fucking amazing, you know?”
“Ah, fuck.”
He’d been holding onto a slight hope that maybe he’d vomited on that bastard Jung Sijun’s clothes so they undressed, or there might have been some happening that warranted undressing.
It was all over. Though he’d guessed what happened last night based on the dull pain felt in his body and various other things, the feeling of having it confirmed from the other person’s mouth was as terrible as expected.
‘Am I crazy, really?’
His drunk self from yesterday was definitely a crazy bastard no matter how he thought about it. Not just ordinarily crazy, but properly insane.
To think he did it with Jung Sijun when there was no one to roll around with.
It was absurd. If he’d slept with that young guy whose name was fuzzy, who’d been clingy about wanting to do it with a guide, he’d feel much better than now.
Of all the many men, why did he have to roll around with that bastard?
“Looking at your face… you don’t remember?”
In the meantime, Jung Sijun had returned to the quarrelsome tone Yoon Kihyun knew well, as if something didn’t please him. It was a tone that seemed both sarcastic and annoyed.
“Ah, yes. I don’t remember anything. Let’s just say we both made a mistake while drinking.”
At Yoon Kihyun’s casual response, Jung Sijun let out an empty laugh. Despite clearly smiling with his lips and laughing sounds, his eyes weren’t smiling at all—they were menacing.
He asked back as if catching Yoon Kihyun’s words.
“A mistake?”
“Yes. A mistake. You can have sex while drunk in life, right?”
“Why are you talking so irresponsibly? It’s not even a joke.”
At Jung Sijun’s objection, Yoon Kihyun scowled.
It was something he’d felt since yesterday, but the attitude of the Center people, including Jung Sijun, bothered him the whole time. Wasn’t it ridiculous if you thought about it even a little—asking for guiding from someone who’d quit as if they’d entrusted it to them, and lecturing about responsibility to someone they’d rolled around with once while drunk?
Everyone acted as if they’d entrusted something to him. The only entity that could legitimately demand something from Yoon Kihyun would be the bank to which he had to repay principal and interest every month.
“So what if I’m irresponsible? And I’m not Team Leader Jung’s virgin either.”
“What the fuck… sex that isn’t guiding is my first time too, you know?”
When Yoon Kihyun shot back in an annoyed tone, Jung Sijun got excited enough for veins to bulge in his neck. Yoon Kihyun, who’d been listening to Jung Sijun’s sophistry, blinked with his jaw dropped.
What kind of bullshit is this? Then what should what he and that bastard did in the guiding room be called?
“No, what kind of bullshit is that?”
“Excluding what I did because I needed guiding, yesterday with you was my first time. Literally.”
It was bullshit that made sense and didn’t make sense. This isn’t even a competition of who can spout better bullshit…
Yoon Kihyun didn’t want to have a war of words with Jung Sijun over such an absurd topic.
In the first place, he didn’t even have the energy for that, and with the hangover that hadn’t fully passed, every time Jung Sijun spouted bullshit loudly, his head rang and he felt like dying.
“Ah, fine. Then let’s say I took Team Leader Jung’s virginity.”
It was when Yoon Kihyun was trying to get up from the bed half-closing his eyes in resignation. An empty laugh poured down from above his head.
“Ha, this is unbelievable, really.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
“You have to take responsibility.”
“…?”
Yoon Kihyun looked up at Jung Sijun, unable to manage his expression. Jung Sijun was still confidently looking down at him without a single thread on.
‘No, can’t you do something about that thing down there first? Why are you trying to have a conversation without even wearing clothes… Fuck, this isn’t even a bathhouse.’
Jung Sijun, glancing down at the dumbfounded Yoon Kihyun, began to babble confidently.
“If you took my virginity as Yoon Kihyun-ssi said, you have to take responsibility. And just so you know, what I did with you in the guiding room was also my first experience.”
To suddenly learn about someone else’s first experience that he didn’t want to know.
Yoon Kihyun carefully asked Jung Sijun back.
“Are you still drunk?”
“No. I didn’t even drink much yesterday. Who gets drunk on two glasses of whiskey?”
Then that means the other side was almost sober and this side was almost completely drunk, but even audacity has its limits. He didn’t understand why he was raising hell telling him to take responsibility.
“So you fucked me while almost completely sober and now you’re telling me to take responsibility instead?”
When Yoon Kihyun looked at him like he was trash with no equal under heaven, Jung Sijun began to throw a fit as if wronged.
“Ah, what are you saying? You’re the one who pounced first saying let’s do it! You’re the one who took off my pants first saying you’d show me what’s what! When I asked why you were doing this, you even took off my underwear and bewitched me, and now you’re doing this to me? If you fucked someone, you should take responsibility!”
His expression looked like he was really going crazy, so it didn’t seem like he was making up lies.
Yoon Kihyun blinked and fell into thought. He couldn’t even guess what kind of bullshit his drunk self had spouted last night.
If he’d punched him saying he’d show him what’s what, at least that would be understandable, but he took off his pants and underwear? This isn’t even a disastrous development that would come out of some 19+ pervert manga…
Even if those words were true, arguing for him to take responsibility didn’t make sense. Even if a guide, the same as a non-awakened person, clung to him while drunk, an S-rank esper could shake them off if he wanted to.
But after enjoying it to the fullest, it was only ridiculous to now say take responsibility. Yoon Kihyun muttered with a rather serious expression.
“The one who put it in my asshole is that thing. I’m the one who got fucked, so why are you so angry? Ah, did I perhaps penetrate your backside?”
As Yoon Kihyun’s words ended, Jung Sijun’s eyes became menacing as if about to breathe fire.
“Fuck, what are you saying? No, you didn’t?”
