Song Hanyeong pulled Surim’s wrist toward himself, then lowered his head slightly and brought his nose to the wrist. The tip of his nose tickled as it touched the wrist.
“…….”
The time Surim’s heart had stopped felt incredibly long, but the actual time was very short. Song Hanyeong answered in a voice like a whisper while still holding Surim’s wrist.
“That won’t do.”
It was deep and rough, as if enduring something. It felt excessively sexy. Surim was staring blankly at Song Hanyeong when he suddenly came to his senses and yanked his hand away.
“I-is that so? Yes, I won’t eat it!”
Why would he suddenly smell someone’s wrist like that? Unless he was determined to drive someone crazy, he couldn’t have done that. No, in fact, Song Hanyeong’s very existence was a sin. How could a person look like that?
Flustered, his thoughts scattered in all directions.
Surim didn’t eat the bread he’d brought and got up to run off to get food again.
Surim, who had absentmindedly piled his plate full of fruit in his confusion, struggled for a while to finish it all. Song Hanyeong watched with apparent amusement as Surim diligently picked at the fruit while panting from being full.
When they finished eating and left the restaurant, his stomach was completely full. There wasn’t even room for a cup of tea in his belly.
“That was a good meal….”
It was so good it was almost a problem.
Surim followed along behind Song Hanyeong as he exited the restaurant. They hadn’t paid, but no one stopped them. He had said he stayed at this hotel last night, so perhaps it was connected to that. Not knowing the system of such places, Surim glanced around nervously and took quick steps to chase after Song Hanyeong.
It was when the two reached the elevator.
“Song Hanyeong. Isn’t that Song Hanyeong?”
A somewhat older man got off the elevator, spotted Song Hanyeong, and grinned. Song Hanyeong didn’t answer, only glancing at him briefly with his eyes. Then the man twisted his face and tilted his head crookedly.
“Isn’t this too much even if it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other? Don’t you know who I am?”
“Of course I do. You’re my father’s cousin, aren’t you.”
“That’s right, you know….”
“Who didn’t even attend my father’s funeral.”
Song Hanyeong’s cold gaze slowly swept over the man from head to toe.
“Since I didn’t see you, I wondered if perhaps an arm or leg had been cut off, but seeing you’re fine puts my mind at ease.”
“Right, being healthy is the best. Don’t you think?”
“Most of all, I’m fortunate that my share remains.”
The man flinched and forced a laugh.
It was a conversation where even blinking was difficult. Surim held his breath and watched Song Hanyeong’s mood. He wasn’t sure if it was okay for him to be listening to such a conversation. Shouldn’t he excuse himself?
Did his restlessness show? The man turned his gaze to Surim.
“And this is?”
“A subordinate from my company.”
“You came to a place like this on a weekend with a subordinate from your company? Not some other relationship?”
“Who knows.”
Surim flinched in surprise and looked up at Song Hanyeong. Shouldn’t he cut it off here and say they had no relationship at all? This could cause a misunderstanding.
Whether that person misunderstood or not didn’t matter. At this rate, he himself might misunderstand.
“Don’t tell me you approached me right now to hear it from my own mouth?”
“‘Approached’ is too strong a word. I just happened to run into you while I was here to eat.”
“I’m sure.”
Song Hanyeong, who sneered through his nose, grabbed Surim’s shoulder and pulled him toward himself. Half-embraced, Surim obediently leaned his body in that direction.
He didn’t quite understand the situation, but anyway it seemed like that’s what he should do right now.
“Then please enjoy your meal. We need to go upstairs.”
“Are you busy?”
“Yes, I’m busy.”
“I thought you hated this kind of thing.”
“Everything changes.”
Song Hanyeong retorted while glaring at the man with sharp eyes. Just then, an elevator going up arrived.
“Then have a pleasant meal.”
The two stepped onto the empty elevator. Soon the image of the man glaring at Song Hanyeong with an expressionless face was hidden behind the closing elevator door and disappeared.
Silence came after the sound of Song Hanyeong pressing the elevator button. Surim, who was rolling only his eyes while still being held by the shoulder, couldn’t bear the atmosphere and discreetly raised his gaze. Song Hanyeong happened to be looking down at him.
“A-are you okay?”
“About what?”
“N-no. Never mind….”
Whether he didn’t want to mention it or really didn’t care, it seemed a bit wrong for him to meddle in Song Hanyeong’s situation. He and Song Hanyeong weren’t in any significant relationship after all.
Surim, hugging his aching chest, bowed his head deeply.
Soon the elevator that had reached the 19th floor stopped. Song Hanyeong let Surim go and got off the elevator.
“Goodbye, Manager Song.”
“Where are you going?”
“What? Well, home….”
“Are you going to eat alone and be done with it?”
“What do you….”
Song Hanyeong grabbed Surim’s waist and pulled him toward himself. Surim, who was suddenly drawn completely into Song Hanyeong’s arms, widened his eyes and stiffened. Song Hanyeong, who brought his mouth to Surim’s ear, whispered lowly.
“You have to fill my stomach too.”
“Wh-what do you mean by that….”
Surim snapped to attention and asked, thinking it might be nothing again, but before the question even ended, Song Hanyeong took his ear into his mouth as if biting down on it in one big bite.
“Hik…!”
“Let’s go.”
Song Hanyeong led Surim, whose legs had lost strength, to his room. His head was in complete chaos. What was happening? Clearly he hadn’t touched him at all the whole time… well, he did touch him, but he only poked at him here and there and didn’t take a single bite, so why suddenly?
“Ugh, Manager-nim….”
As soon as the door closed, Song Hanyeong pushed him against the door. His captured right hand was pressed down tightly above his head. Surim looked up tensely at Song Hanyeong looking down at him from directly above.
“Kiss me.”
“What?”
“I said kiss me.”
An imposing voice swept low past his ear. But he hasn’t even drawn blood yet…? Wasn’t that kind of thing something that happened unavoidably because of the strange feelings from bloodsucking?
Surim hesitated, not knowing what to do.
“Hurry.”
But he could no longer go against the command that came once more. Surim stood on tiptoe, tilted his head, and approached Song Hanyeong’s lips. There was a moment of hesitation right in front, but it didn’t take long. The two’s lips touched each other.
Hot heat layered over the slightly rough and dry texture. Surim opened his trembling lips slightly, then took Song Hanyeong’s lips into his mouth again and sucked lightly.
Then he extended his tongue and traced over Song Hanyeong’s lips. At that awkward and clumsy movement, Song Hanyeong chuckled. Surim’s cheeks flushed bright red.
“Why are you so clumsy?”
“…Don’t tease me.”
“Like someone who’s never kissed before. Hm?”
At the teasing that urged an answer, Surim pressed his lips tightly shut. Since it was the truth, it was difficult to refute.
“…I have.”
“You have? How many times?”
A sharpness appeared in Song Hanyeong’s keen eyes. He raised his lips crookedly, tilted his head, and waited for an answer.
“O-once….”
“Once?”
“Yes, once.”
“With who?”
Though it was an extremely kind voice, it didn’t match his fierce gaze at all and sounded scary instead. Surim, not understanding why, lowered his eyes while reading the mood.
Then Song Hanyeong grabbed Surim’s chin and made him look at him. His eyes gleamed creepily. Surim felt like he should say something, so he opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say and just gaped. Then Song Hanyeong asked again.
“With who?”
“There’s someone….”
“So who.”
“…Do you really need to know?”
“I really need to know.”
Turns out he’s actually a weird person. Surim’s lips twitched with dissatisfaction before he muttered.
“With Manager Song….”
“What?”
“I did it with you before, Manager-nim!”
“…Ah.”
At the dumbfounded sound, Surim felt indignant.
“‘Ah,’ what do you mean ‘ah’! Then if that wasn’t a kiss, what was it? How can you ask who I did it with after doing all that?”
“That was your first time?”
Song Hanyeong looked at Surim with suspiciously narrowed eyes. It still wasn’t a very good expression, but it was much better than the smiling face from just before.
As soon as Surim nodded with a dissatisfied face, the two’s lips touched again. But this time was completely different from before. Song Hanyeong skillfully opened between Surim’s lips and pushed between his teeth. Surim’s small mouth filled to the brim with flesh. The sensation was so unfamiliar that Surim stiffened.
Though it wasn’t the first time doing this with Song Hanyeong, strangely the sensation of the hot tongue only felt unfamiliar. When Surim shuddered at the sensation tickling the roof of his mouth, Song Hanyeong rubbed that spot several more times and tried to lick every place inside his mouth at least once.
After finally licking everything, he even poked around near the root of the tongue as if regretful.
“Hak, that… hng…!”
At the rough kiss he was experiencing for the first time in his life, Surim panted before his legs lost strength and he slid down. Song Hanyeong grabbed Surim’s waist and pulled him toward himself, then slowly parted their lips.
*Chu*, their lips bumped together once more. Song Hanyeong lightly bit Surim’s lower lip with his teeth before pulling back, but Surim had no presence of mind to notice such things.
