June 15th, 2023

“Hide inside the house. You have a twenty-minute time limit. If you’re caught before then, it’s over.”

Haewon furrowed his brows as he looked at his clenched fist. Why did he keep losing? It was becoming quite astonishing. Seo Haeyoung, standing calmly, brought two wristwatches. He offered the one with the leather strap to Haewon and wore the one with the metal strap himself. Haewon chuckled as he obediently fastened the watch on his wrist.

“Isn’t this taking it too seriously?”

Although Haeyoung was not a child, he couldn’t help but cooperate willingly, even when it was tiring to see him so excited about playing a mere game of tag. Seo Haeyoung, sitting on the armrest of the sofa, glanced at his wristwatch.

“It’s only fun if we do it properly. So, it ends at three-thirty.”

“Any stakes?”

Haewon, who was biting the inside of his cheek, asked at the door. Since they were playing anyway, it was better to have something at stake to motivate them. It would be fine to have a childish bet for a childish game. Seo Haeyoung, who seemed caught off guard, shrugged his shoulders and spoke lightly.

“A favor maybe?”

It was a satisfactory bet for Haewon. If he won, he’d suggest going to see a movie. Already feeling victorious and thinking about the types of popcorn, Haewon snapped out of his thoughts with a loud clap from Seo Haeyoung.

“I’ll count for a minute. Hide well.”

Seo Haeyoung walked back, making clicking sounds with his bare feet. He flopped down on the sofa, covered his eyes, and slowly counted. Haewon, who was about to leave the room in a hurry, looked back at Seo Haeyoung as he began to speak. His long, slender legs swayed back and forth.

“If you get caught, you’re dead.”

Then he started laughing by himself.

Even though he said that… Haewon raised his eyebrows and quickly darted out of the room. The sound of the remaining numbers being counted flowed through the open door.

Seo Haeyoung’s house was a three-story building. Originally, his sisters occupied the third floor, but it became vacant when they moved out. The first floor was the parents’ space, who hadn’t come home for several weeks. Haewon stepped onto the stairs going up to the third floor. It was a place that even Seo Haeyoung rarely visited. Occasionally, if anything was out of place, his sisters would blame him. They didn’t say it, but blood ties didn’t matter.

Fortunately, they didn’t touch Haewon, who was a guest. In their childhood, Seo Haeyoung had been completely stubborn. Haewon boldly entered the area used by the sisters and checked the time. One minute had just passed.

Seo Haeyoung’s second older sister, Seo Gayoung’s room, was familiar to Haewon. Seo Gayoung was someone who adored Haewon like a puppy. She would often throw things and tell him to fetch, which provided him with plenty of exercise. Without time to reminisce, Haewon crawled under the large bed in the center of Seo Gayoung’s room and held his breath. He probably wouldn’t find him here.

Thanks to a few lights turned on in the garden, he could barely check the time under the light coming in through the window. Five minutes had already passed. The game would be won if he held out for fifteen minutes.

What movie were they going to watch? It was summer, so a horror movie seemed like a good choice. Lost in his happy thoughts, he began to hear footsteps.

Slowly lowering his hand to clasp it in front of his chest, Haewon listened carefully. Seo Haeyoung, who he thought would start from the first floor, was walking down the hallway on the third floor. He could hear the sound of bare feet stepping on the floor.

There were a total of four rooms on the third floor, which contained a small living room. If he stayed still, he wouldn’t get caught. Haewon nervously poked his head out from under the bed and let out a sigh of relief after seeing the legs pass by through the opened door. And at that moment, the legs stopped in their tracks. He quickly saw the legs turn and enter Seo Gayoung’s room before he swiftly pulled his head back in. His heart raced for a different reason. He could see the white feet walking around the room.

“Haewon-ah, are you in here?”

Like expecting an answer when called. Haewon pursed his lips and even breathed cautiously. It was all thanks to his determination to catch the movies together. Laying flat on his stomach, he faced the bed frame. The footsteps that had been searching the room disappeared. When he checked the time, there were still thirteen minutes left.

He was sure to win. The moment he smiled triumphantly,

“Is that all?”

Suddenly, his head turned. Seo Haeyoung, lying face down on the floor, slowly blinked and met Haewon’s gaze. Under the faint light, his expressionless face emerged. It wasn’t a relaxed look, but rather a sharp gaze determined to kill its prey once caught.

Gasping, Haewon evaded the approaching hand and crawled out from under the bed on the opposite side. He mustered all his strength and dashed out of the room. The sound of footsteps chasing him resonated in the hallway. He leapt down the stairs three at a time and entered the first room in sight. It was the study where he had once been slapped. Glancing around, he quickly darted toward the passageway leading to the dressing room.

Entering the dressing room connected to the study, Haewon desperately searched for a hiding place. He didn’t even consider the clothing rack and instead opened one of the built-in wardrobes. A quick glance at the clock’s minute hand told him he had about nine minutes left. He hurriedly stepped inside, folded his legs, and silently closed the door.

There were four wardrobe doors in total. The one he had entered happened to have the most clothes hanging, and the scent of Seo Haeyoung was so strong it stung his nose. Haewon burrowed into the long coats, concealing himself with the soft folds of fabric while holding his knees to his chest. Despite the chilly air conditioning, his body felt feverish.

“Haewon-ah.”

Seo Haeyoung’s faint voice could be heard, seemingly from the study. Haewon’s pupils dilated as he covered both his mouth and nose with his hands. The inside of the wardrobe was so dark that he couldn’t even distinguish the colors of the coats.

It was only now that Haewon noticed the strange premonition. The game Seo Haeyoung played before bedtime seemed a little off. He seemed to be lost in something. Suddenly, fear crept in. Was he going to hit him again? Had he done something wrong? He tried to recall whether he had given late replies, but he had been punctual keeping within thirty minutes since the last time he was hit. Even if he wanted to think it was just a joke, his racing heart wouldn’t calm down. He just had to endure a little longer. He pressed his lips to his palm and waited for the time to pass.

Thud. The wardrobe door opened. The sound of clothes rustling came from the wardrobe at the very end.

“I think it’s in here somewhere…”

With wide-open eyes, Haewon held his breath. Seo Haeyoung was far from where Haewon was hiding inside the wardrobe, completely buried in a coat. He wished that Seo Haeyoung would just move on, but instead, he heard the sound of wardrobe doors opening one by one, followed by the rustling of clothes. It felt like cold sweat was trickling down. When the sound stopped in front of the wardrobe, Haewon clenched his mouth shut and prayed he wouldn’t be seen behind the coat.

The next moment, the wardrobe door swung wide open. Due to the vast space, all Haewon could see in his hiding spot was darkness. The coat right next to him rustled and brushed against his foot. After rummaging a few times, Haewon heard Seo Haeyoung take a step back. He had survived. Just as he let out a sigh of relief and lowered his hand from his mouth.

“Ah…!”

In an instant, two large hands reached out and tightly grabbed both of his ankles. Haewon was dragged out of the wardrobe helplessly. Lying on the floor, he locked eyes with Seo Haeyoung in the darkness. Without any further thought, he struggled to free his captured feet and sprang to his feet. He ran without looking back. As he rounded the corner of the cabinet where the clocks were kept, he collided with the corner, hitting his side.

As soon as Haewon stretched out his arm to grab his numbing side and head for the study, Seo Haeyoung’s fingertips barely grazed the hem of his pajama top. Haewon, who was about to cross the room to the veranda of the study, furrowed his brow and let out a painful moan before he could even take two steps.

“Ugh…!”

In an instant, Seo Haeyoung closed the distance, caught the staggering Haewon by the nape of his neck, and walked with light steps. As Haewon was being dragged away, bent at the waist, he was thrown onto the desk. As he tried to get up from the pain of his lower abdomen hitting the corner, a fierce hand pressed down on the back of his head.

“Got you.”

Seo Haeyoung checked his wristwatch while pressing down on the squirming Haewon with one hand. There were three minutes left until the time limit. He tilted his head with a dissatisfied expression. It would have been better if he had caught him with one minute left.

“Uh, Seo Haeyoung… It hurts. Wait a se…”

Feeling pain in his side where he had hit it, Haewon turned his head to the side and froze as he felt Seo Haeyoung’s lower body pressing against his buttocks.

“Hey.”

A cold voice fell from above his head, followed by a slow overlapping of their bodies. A heavy weight pressed down on his back.

“I told you, if you get caught, you die.”

Seo Haeyoung, who had completely lain down on Haewon’s back, stretched out his arms forward and leaned on his elbows on the desk. Then, he carelessly took off his wristwatch and tossed it to the side. Swallowing the saliva that pooled in his mouth, Haewon cautiously propped himself up on the desk. He could clearly feel Seo Haeyoung’s genitals against his buttocks through his thin pajama pants.

“You tried so hard…”

An awkward laugh escaped him as he tried to sit up, but a large hand pressed the back of his head, slamming it onto the desk. A sharp pain shot through his cheekbone from the impact. Haewon failed to notice Seo Haeyoung sniffing his scent between the spread collar, as he gently pushed away the thigh that was stuck to him.

“Why… are you doing this? Stop, this.”

“Yoon Haewon.”

The low voice came close. Haewon bit his trembling lips nervously before responding submissively.

“…Yes.”

“I hear you’ve been sucking Ko Taegyeom’s cock lately.”

His hand pushing away the thigh froze to its very tip. He was completely out of breath. Even as the hand touching the back of his head tightened its grip on his hair, no moan escaped him. His lips merely quivered without a single word. Haewon forced himself to speak, dragging his voice deep inside.

“What kind of… bullshit is that…”

He initially denied it and hastily tried to get up from the desk, swinging his arm.

“Just wait, let me get up. Seo Haeyoung…”

The weight pressing on his back didn’t disappear; only pressing down harder. Objects scattered as his swinging hand swept across the desk, and something hard caught on his fingertip, falling to the floor. Crack. The sound of something breaking echoed, but Seo Haeyoung continued to press down firmly.

“Ah, I heard you also used this.”

It’s so fucking good. Seo Haeyoung whispered into his ear and snickered, patting Haewon’s buttocks with his palm.

Haewon began to tremble in all four limbs. Damn bastard, he should have killed him. The thought of blindly sucking on the huge cock flashed through his mind. Fury and shame welled up, his eyes brimming with tears, but he couldn’t cry. Swallowing his resentment, he denied it once more. That was all he could do.

“No, that’s not…”

“Really? Did that fucker lie?”

Haewon nodded his head vigorously, barely moving. Seo Haeyoung, who had been silent for a while, stroked Haewon’s buttocks with his palm and spoke in a bright tone.

“We’ll find out if someone lied once I put it in, right?”

In an instant, the thin pants with rubber bands fell to his feet, revealing his bare white buttocks. Haewon, who had belatedly come to his senses, began to struggle frantically as if he had never been docile before.

Under the desk, a shattered glass frame was kicked, scattering sharp fragments over the two boys smiling brightly in their school uniforms in the wooden frame.

“Haeyoung, that guy, he… originally… talks weird and stuff. It’s all just nonsense…”

Even though Haewon twisted his body violently, his position remained unchanged, and his lips spilled out desperate pleas. It was unthinkable that a man who would normally punch at the slightest touch would suddenly act like this. It seemed like he was more focused on checking the facts before losing his bravado.

“I’ll explain properly. Just… step back for a moment, Haeyoung-ah…”

“How many times have you done it? Does it slide right in?”

Seo Haeyoung, who had pinned Haewon’s shoulders with his chin, rubbed their connected lower bodies. Soft cloth and the firm flesh beneath it rubbed against Haewon’s exposed skin. Startled, Haewon struggled to twist his pinned upper body. With his waist bent, he barely managed to face Seo Haeyoung. Although he tried to maintain an innocent expression, his lips trembled. The fear surged as Seo Haeyoung, who Haewon expected to be smiling, had a perfectly expressionless face.

“No, Seo Haeyoung. Haeyoung-ah, I really don’t know.”

Seo Haeyoung slowly closed his eyes and then smiled faintly. The weight pressing down on his upper body lifted, and his legs trembled with relief.

“Ah…!”

Seo Haeyoung, who had wrapped his arms around Haewon’s legs, easily flipped Haewon’s body. As Haewon rolled half a turn on the desk, he faced the bare legs draped over Seo Haeyoung’s broad shoulders. Haewon’s eyes widened when he felt the warmth coming from the legs touching Seo Haeyoung’s collarbones.

“Ah…”

Not knowing what to do, Haewon felt the desk and tried to pull his body up, but the white hand gripping his thigh pulled him back down in an instant. Their lower bodies pressed together again, and Haewon clasped his hands together as if praying unintentionally.

“Really, really. I don’t know what Ko Taegyeom said, but…”

It seemed as if he would be beaten and called filthy till the moment of death. Tomorrow, no, he had to leave the store tonight. It would be troublesome if any visible injuries appeared. It was troublesome, but… In fact, Haewon wasn’t afraid of Seo Haeyoung’s kicks. He was used to being hit, and it was fine as long as he didn’t get caught by Hyunjung. He was just worried that he might unintentionally react if they stayed close for a bit longer. And that Seo Haeyoung, who was playing around, might discover his secret. That was what scared him.

“Hey, Haeyoung-ah…”

Afraid of agitating Seo Haeyoung, Haewon obediently lied down on the desk and forced a smile. His eyebrows were furrowed, and only his lips barely formed a smile, making him look both ridiculous and somewhat pathetic. His emotions had fluctuated wildly since the moment Seo Haeyoung grabbed his ankle. He was glad that the long pajama top was covering him, or else he would have had no excuse even if his lower body was cut off. He needed to put on pants before being discovered.

“I’m sleepy. Can’t I go to sleep? -Uh?”

“Was it -Like this?”

Seo Haeyoung abruptly stopped speaking, grabbing Haewon’s ankles and forcefully spreading them apart. Although the lower body only briefly touched before separating, the force was not weak. Hands that had been clasped together in front of his chest slipped apart. The corners of his mouth, which he had been forcing upward, dropped down as well.

Seo Haeyoung’s member was erect. Embarrassment flooded Haewon’s mind.

“How about this? Does it feel good?”

Seo Haeyoung’s lower body, clearly erect beneath the blue fabric, continued to collide with Haewon. Haewon, with a tearful expression, shook his head vigorously. The pajamas were gradually rolled up, threatening to expose him.

“Can’t you just hit me? Don’t do it like this…”

“Did you do something wrong?”

Leaning his cheek against the calf draped over his shoulder, Seo Haeyoung slightly lowered his pants. The exposed member brushed against the space between Haewon’s thighs. Haewon, who had rolled his eyes down, held his breath. The fully erect member had a menacing appearance. Unlike Ko Taegyeom’s rigid straightness, the slightly curved flesh shook ominously.

“How does this go in?”

Seo Haeyoung chuckled slyly as he poked the hidden perineum with the glans. While he poked the soft testicles, then grazed the perineum and finally touched the tightly closed entrance, Haewon could only tremble.

“Seo, Haeyoung…”

Was he really going to do it? That was impossible. There was no way he would want to put it in his friend’s hole now, not after he had beaten someone to a pulp just for touching his thigh.

As Haewon tried to escape by twisting his leg belatedly, Seo Haeyoung forcefully grabbed his ankle and twisted the joint outward. Haewon jerked his waist, feeling a sharp pain in his twisted ankle. It was a grip that could have easily broken it. Seo Haeyoung had no qualms about breaking it, regardless of whether Haewon complied or not.

“Ah, don’t do this… Uh?”

Even though he knew that it was just a threat, he fell for it. As he tried to stand up, his ankle twisted even more, and he let out a groan before lying back down. Instead, he reached out with both hands, pleading gently. Fortunately, Seo Haeyoung seemed to understand his request and loosened his grip. His pale hand slid down Haewon’s smooth calf and wrapped around his thigh.

“Haewon-ah.”

“…I’ll take the punishment. Just hit me, Haeyoung-ah.”

He felt anxious. Seo Haeyoung, who had been watching Haewon trying to stand up with his elbows on the desk, slowly blinked once. Then, he murmured in a soft voice.

“Relax.”

“…Huh?”

His heart pounded heavily. The words from Seo Haeyoung’s mouth didn’t register properly. He licked his dry lips to ask for clarification, but…

“Ugh…!”

There was no time to ask again. The penis that had been circling around the entrance penetrated his body in an instant. Without any foreplay or lubrication, the once pride-shattering, arm-sized cock forced its way in, stretching the folds to their limit. His supporting elbows collapsed, and his chin was thrown back.

“Ngh… Huh…!”

Haewon, whose eyes were wide open, stiffened his body up to his toes. An unbearable pain struck him like a lightning bolt, completely rendering him of his screams. It didn’t hurt this much when he first did it with Ko Taegyeom. His back arched, and his short nails scratched the wooden desk.

“Urh… h, ngh… stop…!”

“Relax.”

Holding onto Haewon’s trembling thighs, Seo Haeyoung clenched his teeth and pushed his half-erect member inside. Haewon’s hole was nothing but dry and tight. It was also scorchingly hot and narrow. Haeyoung’s furrowed brows gradually smoothed out, and a distinct smile appeared on his lips. With a smack, Haeyoung’s palm struck Haewon’s buttocks, and at the same time, tears fell from Haewon’s wide-open eyes.

“Hu, aah…!”

In a blink, his vision went dark. His waist that was slightly raised dropped down, and his limbs went limp. Seo Haeyoung, who pulled up the sliding legs without strength, let out an irritated sigh. Wearing only his pajama shirt, Haewon’s eyelashes sprawled across the desk were soaked with moisture. Seo Haeyoung reached out and brushed the long eyelashes with his thumb. He licked the dampness on his thumb and then shallowly lifted his hips.

“Hrgh…”

A sob escaped Haewon’s parted lips. Seo Haeyoung moved lightly, pushing only half of his penis in and out as if opening a blocked path. He suppressed his desire to roughly thrust by sinking his teeth on the well-toned calves.

Yoon Haewon’s insides were hot, tight, and better than expected. No, it wasn’t just better, it was much more to his liking. There were a few regrets, though.

“What did you do without stretching it…?”

With one arm wrapped around the legs, Seo Haeyoung reached down and felt the entrance that seemed to bite his glans off. The taut creases looked as if they would tear any second. No, it did. Ignoring the blood on his fingers, Seo Haeyoung gathered both legs onto one shoulder and held them. Considering how many times Haewon had been entered previously, he wondered what Ko Taegyeom had been doing.

It’s fun to be awake anyway. It was time to get up.

Seo Haeyoung, who had raised his hand high, slapped Haewon’s tear-soaked cheek. His eyes, which had been closed, twitched but did not open. Seo Haeyoung, who turned Haewon’s limp head back to its place, gritted his teeth slightly.

It was annoying. He slapped him again with more force. This time, beyond the sound of flesh colliding, there was a sharp noise as Haewon’s head snapped to the left. Blood glistened from beneath Haewon’s now-open eyes and below his nose. Haewon, who had blinked a few times to regain his senses, twisted his waist in pain.

“Get a grip, hm?”

“Aah… Haeyoung-ah…”

As soon as he woke up, Haewon, who turned his tearful face to Seo Haeyoung, mumbled blankly. Tears streamed down his face and fell along the creases of his cheeks. His nose felt sore, and when he touched it with his hand, blood smeared out. He became even more flustered. Haewon stuttered as he wiped his bleeding nose with his sleeve.

“I’m s, sorry… I won’t do it again. I’ll keep in touch properly…”

He wanted to cut his body in half from the waist. The pain was enough to make him want to lose his mind again. He could pretend not knowing anything and say this was going too far, and move on. He could consider it an extension of the beating he had received for making a mistake in the music room. Even if it didn’t make sense, Haewon could have easily accepted it. If only it stopped here.

However, despite his desperate pleas, Seo Haeyoung, who had raised his eyebrows, tilted his head.

“No.”

“Ungh…!”

The large penis that had been lodged inside surged in. Haewon instinctively fumbled for the desk, but there was nothing to grab onto. Seo Haeyoung, who pulled Haewon’s leg up while pushing it away with his palm, then thrust the escaped glans back in and narrowed his eyes. He firmly held Haewon’s thigh, which was bending and twisting his upper body, and whispered with a heated expression.

“You better respond in time.”

“Then, why are you doing this… it hurts…”

The barely suppressed sadness finally burst.

Haewon didn’t know how to cry out loud. He quietly shed tears and sobbed in bated breaths. As he trembled, he stretched his eyebrows, exhaled heavily, and occasionally, when he felt stifled, he cried as if he was vomiting out the accumulated sorrow.

Even in the midst of this, remembering that Seo Haeyoung hated whining, Haewon wiped the corners of his eyes with his feverish hand, and when his palm got wet, he rubbed it with the back of his hand and gasped for breath. Seo Haeyoung looked down at Haewon, who was crying with smeared nosebleed above his lips with relaxed eyes and slightly lifted his hips. The blood that had flowed out made it a little easier to slide in and out. He didn’t push it all the way in, but repeated the motion of thrusting it in just over half way.

“Ah, haa…! Hic, uh…”

“Yoon Haewon… do you like me?”

Everything was ruined. The sobbing grew louder. There was no doubt that Ko Taegyeom, that bastard, had told everything. Anger suddenly intervened amid the sadness. He wanted to tear apart the mouth of the man who had completely stripped him of his dignity and then bluntly informed Seo Haeyoung.

“N, no. No, I don’t like you…”

Again, he had lied. Still, Seo Haeyoung was closer to him. They had known each other for years, and he couldn’t just abandon him over the words of some thug-like bastard. They couldn’t drift apart like this. His sobbing grew louder. Tears that wouldn’t dry continued streaming down, soaking his face.

Before he knew it, the arousal that had been tearing through him had come to a halt. Haewon’s wrist, buried in his sleeve against his face, was caught in the heat of Seo Haeyoung’s grasp. Seo Haeyoung unfastened the watch from Haewon’s wrist and dropped it to the floor. When he pulled on the wrist covering his face, his disheveled appearance was revealed.

“Really, don’t… fuck…”

His reddened eyes were soaked in tears. His flushed nose-tip and distorted lips. His bruised cheek was once again stained with red from the handprint. Seo Haeyoung reached out and caressed the relatively unblemished cheek. As his warm, large palm enveloped Haewon’s cheek, Haewon turned his gaze from elsewhere to Seo Haeyoung. A tender thumb swept away the tears beneath his eyes. Seo Haeyoung whispered softly, meeting his gaze.

“I… thought you liked me.”

Haewon’s furrowed eyebrows gradually relaxed. The tension left his clenched jaw, and his lips parted. He couldn’t see Seo Haeyoung’s expression clearly in the faint light, but he could see his vivid eyes.

“Was I mistaken?”

His voice, trembling once more, carried uncertainty. Haewon knew he had to nod here. To say no, that Ko Taegyeom had spouted nonsense. To forget about today’s events and go back to how they were before. To ask for a beating instead. Despite knowing this, his head involuntarily shook from side to side. As it did, his lips offered an ambiguous response. The many days spent looking only at Seo Haeyoung kept blocking the right answer.

“N, no… it’s not like that…”

Haewon shook his head violently, sobbing. He didn’t even know what the question was, and he continued to deny while shaking his head. Seo Haeyoung, who had been quietly watching the frantic and wide-eyed Haewon, asked cautiously.

“Don’t you like me?”

“No, I said it’s not like that…”

“Since when?”

“…It’s not, Haeyoung-ah…”

Seo Haeyoung wore a tender expression. A mix of hope and confusion swirled in Haewon’s tear-filled eyes.

“Ah, it really isn’t. Really…”

Seo Haeyoung, stroking Haewon’s thigh with his palm as he lied with a frightened expression, forced a smile to hide his irritation. He bit his tongue, wanting to curse, and spat out gentle words instead.

“Haewon, this is the last. I won’t ask anymore. Do you like me?”

“Ugh… yes…”

Haewon sensed that he could no longer hide his feelings. As if pouring out the emotions he had been suppressing all at once, he confessed his love with trembling lips. He admitted that he had been in love all along. He spat out the rotten, filthy emotions that had been left to fester in the corner of his heart for five years while Seo Haeyoung’s penis penetrated his torn hole and his slapped cheek burned red. As soon as Haewon closed his mouth, Seo Haeyoung opened his with a shy smile.

“But Haewon-ah…”

“Y, yes.”

Haewon nodded, as if waiting for something. He was prepared to listen to anything, as long as he was forgiven. Seo Haeyoung rested his cheek against Haewon’s tensed calf, who already looked like he could collapse any moment, and asked innocently.

“But why did you have sex with Ko Taegyeom?”

“…Uh?”

“Were you thinking about me while sucking his dick?”

Ah. In my room. Seo Haeyoung added with a sly smile.

Haewon, who had been fiddling with his fingers, suddenly froze. Seo Haeyoung stroked his stiff calf without blinking and folded his long legs onto his arms. He pulled Haewon, whose back had been pushed up, and inserted his penis. A scream erupted.

“Ah…!”

“No, I don’t care… about that stuff.”

“Ah, it hurts…! It hurts, Haeyoung-ah…!”

Tears burst out again. The penis, thrusting with an entirely different force from what he had experienced before, jabbed deep inside him. Haewon’s spread legs shook weakly each time Seo Haeyoung thrust his hips. It was different from Ko Taegyeom, who would shallowly thrust and draw out pleasure. Seo Haeyoung would push in deeply to the root, then quickly pull out. With each thrust, Haewon’s vision was obscured by the blackness beyond his eyelids. The pain was unbearable, as if he might pass out.

“It hurts, ah! It, hurts…”

“Do you dislike me…?”

Blinking away tears, Haewon saw Seo Haeyoung’s sad expression. Even though the cold air conditioner filled the room, the drenched Haewon managed a faint smile. He couldn’t deny it. It felt good. The long-suppressed emotions, now released, clouded his judgment between right and wrong.

“No, I like…”

He raised his trembling hand to cover his mouth. Fearing that a scream might escape if he only used one hand, he tightly covered his mouth with both hands. The moment Haewon shut his eyes tightly, Seo Haeyoung bit his lips. He couldn’t ruin the moment with laughter, so he quickly thrust his penis into the narrow, torn opening.

“Urk, gh…!”

With both hands covering his mouth, Haewon bore the weight on his shoulders and blades. Seo Haeyoung, who comfortably lifted his lower body, breathed heavily. The stiffness had caused him to climax quickly, which made the insides damp with semen and the movement smoother than before. The sweat-free Seo Haeyoung continued thrusting his hips without losing strength, his cheeks burning pink.

“Haah… Haewon.”

Exhausting all his strength in enduring the pain, Haewon obediently responded as he slightly removed his hand.

“Huu… uh, yes?”

Haewon couldn’t clearly see Seo Haeyoung’s eyes as he pressed his lower body against him. Only the vivid image of the wide, beaming smile on his lips was visible. It must have been enjoyable. Even amidst the agonizing pain, relief washed over him. Ko Taegyeom also said it felt damn good when having sex. Haewon was glad he liked it.

“Your dick… Try and make it hard.”

Haewon’s genitals, exposed by the rolled-up fabric, swayed with Seo Haeyoung’s thrusts. Haewon’s smooth penis had become erect the moment Seo Haeyoung touched his body, but then shriveled up due to the dreadful pain. With tears in his eyes, Haewon lowered his hands and grasped his flaccid penis.

“Masturbate. Until you come.”

“Fuh, yes…”

Biting down hard on his lower lip, Haewon stroked his penis up and down. Seo Haeyoung didn’t slow down at all. Supporting his shaking body with his shoulders, Haewon vigorously shook his hand, attempting to make his penis erect. However, it was too painful to make it stand. Sobbing, he rubbed the glans and began stroking vigorously.

“Hrgh, nh… Mmh, hu…!”

“Haah, kuh…”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Haewon, who had been earnestly moving his hand, lifted his head. His eyes met with Seo Haeyoung’s, who had his lips touching Haewon’s knee. The corners of his eyes were tightly curled. A sound like suppressed laughter followed.

“Ah, fuck… Why is this so funny…?”

“…Huh?”

“No… It’s nothing.”

Seo Haeyoung moved his hips again. The sound of flesh slapping echoed, and Haewon desperately stroked himself while rubbing his cheek on the hard desk. He really wanted to get it up, but it just wouldn’t.

“Haah, ugh…!”

“Hurry, get it up.”

“…Uh, yes. Haa-ah…!”

Seo Haeyoung’s penis thrust deep inside. Haewon’s body stiffened, even his toes, which had been dangling in mid-air, grew rigid as he expressed his pain with every fiber of his being. Seo Haeyoung continued to pressure him to get an erection.

“Get it up right.”

“Huff… Yes…”

Haewon wiped his tears on his shoulder and looked at Seo Haeyoung’s face. His penis, which wouldn’t erect no matter how many times he stroked and rubbed it, was gradually becoming harder. The pain intensified, but Haewon kept moving his hand.

“Amazing… It’s so clean.”

“Ah… ahh…”

Seo Haeyoung stared intently in fascination. Haewon’s member was fully erect under that gaze. The relentless thrusts were painful, but if Seo Haeyoung liked it, Haewon could accept even that pain with pleasure. Before he knew it, a distorted smile hung on Haewon’s lips. He rubbed his swollen cheek on the desk while looking into Seo Haeyoung’s eyes.

“Haah, ugh… Haeyoung…”

“Do you feel good now?”

Seo Haeyoung slapped his hips and held his buttocks with both hands, spreading them wide. Haewon nodded as if he were entranced. It was painful, in fact. But he could bear it even if it hurt.

Seo Haeyoung stared intently at Haewon’s flushed face, which seemed to have no unaffected areas. His gaze moved downward to the smooth, erect organ that trembled with each thrust. It was undoubtedly a man like himself. A peculiar emotion welled up inside him. Squinting at the quivering organ, he roughly plunged into the hole that gave him a faint sensation.

“Ha, ahh…! Haeyoung, Haeyoung-ah…!”

Haewon twisted his waist. Forced out, the thin, cloudy fluid dribbled from the slit of his glans. Seo Haeyoung, who had been contemplating, slipped his arm behind Haewon’s panting, stretched-out body and hoisted him up in one go.

“Ah, ungh…!”

Startled, Haewon flailed and clung to Seo Haeyoung’s neck. Seo Haeyoung held him by the waist and took steps forward. With every step, his glans sank deeper inside. To avoid falling, Haewon wrapped his legs around Seo Haeyoung’s waist and buried his face in his shoulder, quivering. It felt as if his insides were being pierced.

“Kuh…, uh…”

“Mmh… it’s a bit… intense…”

Haewon had no energy left to respond to Seo Haeyoung’s murmurs. Effortlessly lifting the slim but not small-framed Haewon, Seo Haeyoung carried him to the bedroom and placed him on the bed. The sensation of his penis slipping out sent a jolt down his spine.

“Hu-aah…!”

He felt as if his lower body had been hollowed out. Seo Haeyoung turned the trembling Haewon onto his back and lifted only his hips. Haewon’s face was buried in the pillow, and soon his eyes widened.

“Hgh-!”

“Phew…”

The organ that slipped out was thrust back in all at once. Clutching the blanket that Seo Haeyoung had once mentioned in a text, Haewon swallowed his scream. No, was it a different blanket? He couldn’t tell. The pain was so unbearable he could hardly breathe, let alone care about the blanket.

“Guh, ugh! Unh!”

“Haah… Haewon, this feels so good…”

Seo Haeyoung pushed his stiff erection inside without hesitation. Focusing solely on the sensation of Haewon’s thighs and the tight, gripping inner walls clenching around him, without a care for any blood that might have flowed.

“I thought that bitch was lying… but it really is good…”

The pillow was damp with saliva. Haewon bit down on it and endured. That was all he could do. Holding onto his fading consciousness with all his might, he managed a strained laugh. However, the moment Seo Haeyoung thrust his hips for the sixth time, Haewon finally broke down in tears.

“Wait, just wait! Haeyoung, Haeyoung-ah…! It hurts, too much… Agh…!”

Gathering strength in his arms, Haewon lifted his limping upper body and leaned forward. Seo Haeyoung waited for a moment, looking down at his retreating erection. Just as the tip of the glans caught on entrance of the trembling Haewon who was crawling towards the head of the bed, Seo Haeyoung immediately grabbed his hips and pulled him back in one swift motion. His penis slid back into the hole, just as the young man slid down along with the blanket beneath him. Haewon stiffened as if impaled on the window bars, opening his mouth wide.

“Ack… Mmgh-!”

But before a tearing sound could escape from his throat, his face was buried in the pillow. Pressing down on the back of Haewon’s head with one hand, Seo Haeyoung furiously thrust his penis into the hole making a wet, slapping noise.

“Haewon, you… You like me, right?”

Seo Haeyoung’s eyes were clouded. The large bed, spacious enough for two sturdy people to lie down comfortably, creaked and groaned each time Seo Haeyoung pulled his hips back and pushed forward.

“Am I right? You like me right?”

“Urk, eugh! Uh…!”

The tip of the cock persistently poked at a spot it shouldn’t. A place where it should never touch, and yet it continued, over and over. Haewon was on the verge of losing his vision. His pajama top was pulled up to his chest, and a portion of his belly, as he lay prone, bulged in and out. It was big enough to wrap around if he touched it. He couldn’t hear anything, and even his breath was stifled.

Seo Haeyoung gripped Haewon’s hair, who was shaking without answering, and lifted his head. Saliva stretched from between Haewon’s swollen lips.

“Aah…!”

“I asked if you liked it.”

“Yes, yes… I like you…”

A muffled voice leaked from Haewon’s mouth as his neck bent backward. Seo Haeyoung released his grip on Haewon’s hair and buried his face deep in the pillow. The halted grinding of his hips resumed.

“Good…”

“Uh, ugh…!”

The moment Seo Haeyoung’s penis poked in too deep, Haewon’s vision went black beyond his eyelids. Supporting his own weight on his thin stomach, Seo Haeyoung suddenly shook his limp body slightly.

“Hey.”

There was no response, as expected. With a furrowed brow, Seo Haeyoung had no choice but to grasp his waist with both hands and thrust violently. It was because his ejaculation is nearing.

“Hurgh, ah…”

Haewon’s buttocks and Seo Haeyoung’s groin collided with a slap. Smirking, Seo Haeyoung turned his head buried in the pillow to open his airway and looked at Haewon’s disheveled face from the side. As he made his final thrust, he tightly pulled Haewon’s red-stained buttocks. Without a single gap between their lower bodies.

“Aaahh…!”

Having reached his climax deep inside, Seo Haeyoung enjoyed the languid afterglow as he lifted the pajama top Haewon was wearing. There were bruises where their bodies collided, and marks left by his lips sucking on Haewon’s skin. The image of Ko Taegyeom grinning mischievously crossed his mind, causing him to grimace.

“Why the hell did he do this?”

It wasn’t even about marking territory. He covered the unsightly marks with the hem of the pajama top and reached out to turn off the stand light illuminating the bed. It seemed like he might get up soon.

Seo Haeyoung lifted his sliding abdomen with one hand and began moving slowly again.

I save dick by giving it CPR

* * *

Let’s make porn and watch it on VCR

As Seo Haeyoung had anticipated, Haewon regained consciousness intermittently. Sometimes while lying face down, and other times while embraced in his wide arms.

“Uh… Ah, aah…”

Leaning against the bed’s headboard, Seo Haeyoung held Haewon’s waist with both hands, lifting and lowering him repeatedly. He thrust into him like a madman. Haewon stared blankly at the gray fabric-covered legs approaching and receding in his foggy vision.

Seo Haeyoung didn’t undress. He only exposed his genitals and continued to shove. The pajama shirt Haewon wore remained buttoned, swaying gently. And since the initial penetration, they hadn’t made a single eye contact.

Aside from his waist, thighs, and buttocks, Haewon hadn’t experienced Seo Haeyoung’s touch elsewhere. When his upper body swayed, Haeyoung would momentarily support his chest, but he didn’t suck on his skin or pinch his nipples like Ko Taegyeom did. Even as Haewon sat with his back turned and took Haeyoung’s penis in, he simply swayed as he was moved. After a moment of hesitation, he let out a weak, bated voice.

“Hae…young-ah.”

“…Hm?”

Slowly responding, Seo Haeyoung completely lowered Haewon down. As the rigid penis filled him, his eyes squeezed shut. It was uncomfortable.

“Hurk…”

“Why?”

Seo Haeyoung, who had wrapped his arm around Haewon’s waist, rested his chin on Haewon’s shoulder. Haewon fiddled with his own hands, which had lost all their strength, his eyes swollen. He felt like all his muscles had melted, and he would have to move tables at the store tomorrow. Haewon parted his lips to express one thing he desired.

“I want to see your face.”

“Alright. Look.”

Seo Haeyoung’s hair tickled Haewon’s cheek as he stretched his neck over Haewon’s chin. Turning his head, Haewon glanced at the reddened corner of Seo Haeyoung’s eyes and lowered his head slightly.

“Let’s do it while looking at each other. I can do it well.”

Ko Taegyeom had said something about it being hard, but Haewon felt he could do well now that he had gotten used to the pain. He didn’t know how to do it, but he thought it would work out as they went along. He was starting to feel good. Trying to think positively with all his might, he stole glances at the silent Seo Haeyoung. Seo Haeyoung, who had rested his chin on Haewon’s shoulder again, tapped Haewon’s spread and bent legs and opened his mouth.

“How do you do it well?”

“…What?”

“Did Ko Taegyeom teach you?”

Haewon’s head dropped abruptly. His eyes darted around, filled with anxiety.

“…No. It’s not like that.”

“What’s not like that? Huh?”

“Ah…!”

Seo Haeyoung thrust his hips slightly upwards. Haewon, who had been propelled forward, leaned on Seo Haeyoung’s legs and the soft bed.

“Did you climb on top? Did you shake your hips too? Huh?”

“Ah, ugh, hu…!”

The movement that had paused for a moment began again. Seo Haeyoung suddenly rose from his seated position, grabbing Haewon’s neck and pulling him back. Haewon, who had been on his knees on the bed, flailed his arms. They didn’t reach the bed. Barely managing to twist his arm behind him, he braced himself on Seo Haeyoung’s thigh just as the latter’s member scraped the wounded inner walls. The pain was enough to make his waist tremble.

“Ah, ah…! Haeyoung, wait…!”

“Taegyeom was good, wasn’t he? Which was why you also wanted to try it with me?”

“No, that’s not… Ah, ah…!”

In the short nights and long days of summer, the blue light of early dawn poured into the room through the window. A strong hand gripped Haewon’s throat, and thick arms wrapped around his waist, preventing any attempt to escape. Clutching the soft sheets in his hands, Haewon endured the unbearable pain. Even if he tried to view the sensations Seo Haeyoung gave him as pleasure, it was just a thought. Haewon’s member, which swayed with every movement, was only slightly erect and couldn’t climax.

Seo Haeyoung didn’t release his exhausted body but continued to whisper in Haewon’s ear while gripping his waist.

He asked how Ko Taegyeom had done it. How many times did it take for people to say it was good? Have he ever thought about Haeyoung even once while doing it? And what did it feel like?

Haewon, who had lost his wits, couldn’t answer any of the questions and just swayed helplessly, listening to Seo Haeyoung’s ragged breathing. He thought it was a bit of a shame that his first time having sex with Seo Haeyoung was without even a single kiss.

When he opened his eyes, the room was excessively bright. Haewon, holding his breath, reached out his hand. After groping around his bedside, he found the hard mobile phone. He quickly turned on the screen to check the time, and as soon as he saw the flickering numbers beyond the broken screen, he felt deflated. He still had an hour and a half before he had to go to work. He opened his mouth and tried to make a sound.

“Ah…”

His lips immediately curled in displeasure. He had an irritating lisp. Lowering his swollen, puffy eyes, he saw the mobile phone with a broken screen. It was Seo Haeyoung’s phone. He noticed a text from Ko Taegyeom before turning off the still-active screen. Normally, one couldn’t see the exact content, but the text Taegyeom sent was very short.

[Tone it down]

Haewon squinted for a moment, then turned off the screen and tossed the phone aside. He looked around and saw the beautiful, dark-colored hair scattered over the white bedding. As he slightly lowered his head, the face of Seo Haeyoung, who was sleeping while breathing out colorful breaths, appeared. He was sleeping so beautifully.

Haewon faced the lying Seo Haeyoung. A sharp pain came in an instant, but it was bearable. He gently brushed his fingertips against Haeyoung’s soft cheeks. He also touched the tip of Haeyoung’s nose, and pressed his plump lips with his index finger.

Last night, he confessed that he liked him, and though Haewon was unsure of Seo Haeyoung’s answer… they had sex. Now, the only thing left to do was to officially date Seo Haeyoung, following the proper steps. The sex was a bit painful and somewhat difficult, but it was bearable because it was with Seo Haeyoung. However… Haewon played with his reddened earlobe to suppress his anxiety.

Ko Taegyeom caught them, but it wouldn’t matter if they didn’t see him. The problem was not knowing what was on Seo Haeyoung’s mind.

Perhaps Seo Haeyoung felt the same way. After all, Seo Haeyoung, who had abandoned a friend over a simple touch on the thigh, had not hesitated to have sex with him. Wasn’t an erection a sign of possibility? He wanted to believe it, even though it seemed unlikely. Just in case. It might have been possible.

No, it couldn’t be. It didn’t seem like he would say, “We’re dating now because we had sex once.” If the awakened Seo Haeyoung told him not to come anymore because he had seen everything he needed, he might cry in embarrassment right there. Even though he had longed for Seo Haeyoung and himself to be together, he now felt a selfish desire to pretend it never happened. Haewon, who had wiped his cheek, slowly sat up and bit his tongue.

“Agh…!”

His half-straightened back let out a muffled scream. It felt as if he had been beaten severely. Every corner of his body ached as if he had been hit until he was on the verge of death. He first slid his legs out of the bed, only to slip and fall onto the rug. Sitting there, Haewon bit his lip and looked down. When he lifted his pajamas slightly, a miserable sight appeared.

“What’s this…?”

The area between his thighs was a mess. Not only was semen dried and stuck there, but spots of pinkish color suggested blood had been shed as well. However, he felt something even stranger. Hesitant, Haewon pressed his lower abdomen with his palm.

“Urk…”

Semen that hadn’t dried yet oozed out from his twitching hole. Startled, Haewon wiped the semen flowing down his thigh with his hand and staggered to his feet.

“Aack…”

Every step he took barefoot sent sharp pain throughout his body. Somehow, he managed to leave the room and began showering awkwardly. He wiped away the dried blood on his nose and shook his nose bridge. The bleeding had already stopped and there was no pain, so fortunately, there was no need to go to the hospital.

Meanwhile, to remove the remaining semen, he had to insert his finger, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Haewon hesitated for a while, touching the swollen and torn hole before closing his eyes tightly and inserting only his index finger.

“Argh!”

It hurt terribly. Rubbing his forehead against the cold tile, he continued the task at hand.

By the time he finished showering, his clenched jaw was shivering. Leaning against the wall, Haewon passed through the study and entered the dressing room, where he found and put on a new pair of underwear from Seo Haeyoung’s collection and borrowed a shirt. After shaking out his pants from the day before, he tucked the oversized shirt in and returned to the ransacked study. He couldn’t help but sigh.

“I need to buy new ones…”

He picked up the broken frame, carefully removing the remaining glass, and placed it on the desk. After cleaning up the shards and putting the fallen items back in their place, he discovered bloodstains on the wooden desk. Startled, Haewon wiped them away with a tissue and hurriedly gathered his things. He had thought there was enough time before work but had wasted too much time showering.

Before leaving the house, Haewon stood at the door and looked at the sleeping Seo Haeyoung for a moment.

The lovely Seo Haeyoung.

After his father’s funeral, when he looked back, his entire short life was Seo Haeyoung. He had accomplished nothing on his own. His friends were friends of Seo Haeyoung, and on weekends, he would go to Seo Haeyoung’s house to eat and play games. He had no aptitude for studying, but he couldn’t just let himself fail, so he struggled with books until he was called home to receive private tutoring together. Seo Haeyoung would roll around in bed, and the teacher would end up teaching Haewon in a strange private lesson. If he slapped a friend who habitually ignored him, Seo Haeyoung would hit them once more and take the blame, and when he hid in an alley to avoid his newly arrived father, Seo Haeyoung would take him in and let him stay in his spacious and pleasant house.

He only made friends approved by Seo Haeyoung and engaged in behavior permitted by Seo Haeyoung. One day, when he was scrolling through the few contacts in his phone, he realized that Seo Haeyoung was the only person he felt comfortable calling, but it was already too late. He had no choice but to love and could not help but love. He was afraid of a life without Seo Haeyoung. Without Seo Haeyoung, he would have nothing left.

As he descended the stairs, his trembling legs gave way. He leaned on the railing and limped out of the house, biting his nails anxiously. He hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, but he felt terribly drunk.

Haewon, who had limped into the scorching sunlight, didn’t realize that his body was boiling with heat.

Long stick inside my river but we not going fishing

* * *

That’s how you know when you hit the spot

“Ah! Hae…won-ah?”

“Huh?”

Unusually, Hyunjung raised her hand during the opening preparations, then lowered it with a creak. She clamped her mouth shut, strode over, and gripped Haewon’s shoulder.

“Why does your face look like this? Did you get hit?”

Under the bright light left on for cleaning, his battered face was starkly exposed. Seeing Haewon up close, Hyunjung’s jaw dropped in shock. There was a deep red bruise from his temple to his cheek, his eyelids were swollen, and his body, with only a shirt between them, was burning hot to the touch. As Haewon struggled to maintain his balance, he managed a weak smile.

“No, I just… fell.”

“…Haewon-ah.”

“I’m serious…”

Hyunjung took a step back, crossed her arms, and looked Haewon up and down. Judging by his reliance on the chair back, it seemed as though his body had been beaten, too, but Hyunjung couldn’t examine that. She had no idea that Haewon’s appearance was the result of half a day spent with Seo Haeyoung. It had been a long time since she’d seen Haewon like this, even though he occasionally got into fights when he was younger. However, knowing that Haewon would just close his mouth and shake his head if she asked, Hyunjung gestured toward the shop door.

“Go home and rest today. You can’t work like this.”

“No, noona. I’m fine.”

“Our dishes are quite expensive, Haewon…”

“I won’t break them. I can handle it.”

Stubborn as ever, Haewon quickly started wiping down a table. Hyunjung sighed deeply as she watched him with apprehension.

“Fine, but only work for two hours.”

“I can do it all, though…”

“No. I’m not going to let you overexert yourself.”

Just then, the waiter in charge of serving appeared with a hearty greeting, and Hyunjung snatched the cloth from Haewon’s hand and handed it to the waiter, patting him on the shoulder.

“Jinhyung, I’ll add 50,000 won for you. Please close up the shop today.”

“Oh, really? That’s great for me. But Haewon is here today…”

Before the waiter could see Haewon’s disheveled face, Hyunjung cut in and pulled Haewon’s arm. The waiter tilted his head as he watched Haewon’s limping figure. He must be in pain, the waiter thought briefly.

Entering the storeroom inside the kitchen, Hyunjung sat Haewon down on the soft sofa and brought out some emergency medicine. Hyunjung handed Haewon a fever reducer as he squirmed uncomfortably, then piled some small tasks on the low desk and put on a serious expression.

“It’s going to be a very tough two hours.”

“…I’m really fine, you know.”

Haewon, who swallowed the pill with water, picked up a freshly laundered napkin. Hyunjung also picked up a napkin, shaped it nicely, and tied it with a blue ribbon.

“If the ribbon isn’t pretty, we’ll order more. Alright, let’s start.”

“Okay… thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for? I’ll make you work for the money I’m paying you.”

Haewon, who laughed frivolously, struggled at first, but soon folded the napkin quite nicely.

Everything was fine until he opened the store and turned on the air conditioner. As soon as he started tidying the tables, he felt weak. Of course, his slapped cheek hurt, but the pain between his buttocks, where his genitals had been throbbing all night, was unbearable. Still, he had managed to get a job at Hyunjung’s store, so he couldn’t bring himself to say he wanted to take the day off. It was a relief that Hyunjung noticed first.

As Hyunjung silently folded napkins and put them in a basket, he carefully opened his mouth.

“If you’re having a hard time, just let me know. We also have Hyunwoo here.”

“Uh? There isn’t any problem…”

“If you do, just let me know, okay?”

Haewon gave a slight nod. After all, he was just grateful for Hyunjung’s constant care, even though they were just her younger sibling’s friend. He quietly focused on the task at hand, and then sneakily glanced at her with a smile.

“Noona.”

“Hm?”

“Uhm… What kind of gift do you give to your husband?”

Hyunjung pouted her lips and stuffed the napkin in the basket, shrugging her shoulders.

“I don’t give him anything. If I do, his habits only get worse.”

“Then, you don’t give him anything even on anniversaries or occasions like that?”

Hyunjung looked at Haewon with her eyes narrowed. As their eyes met, Haewon quickly turned his head and awkwardly folded the napkin. She sensed something suspicious. Hyunjung playfully poked Haewon’s shoulder and laughed.

“Haewon, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No, it’s not that… Just, what kind of gift would your husband like?”

He seemed to have met someone. Smiling, Hyunjung picked up a few of the remaining napkins.

“As long as it’s food, I’m fine with anything. Lately, he’s been learning how to bake and asking me to buy him an oven. It’s driving me crazy. What kind of oven costs millions of won?”

“Ah, he’s good at cooking…”

“Last time, he made a fuss about burying a traditional earthen jar in the yard…”

Haewon’s expression fell a little. The only cooking he knew how to do was simple cutting, grilling, and boiling. Even that was just barely edible, nothing to be impressed by. He couldn’t even manage the fancy decorations like those in the lunch boxes prepared by Hyunjung’s husband, so cooking was out of the question.

Hyunjung, who had been subtly bragging, noticed Haewon’s glum face and suddenly felt sorry. She quickly came up with a clever idea. Slapping her thigh, she took out her phone.

“Noona’s friend just started a jewelry brand. Want to pick something from there? We’ll get a discount since we know her.”

“Really? Can I do that?”

Haewon’s expression brightened. Hyunjung handed him her phone, showing him the website. Shiny pieces of jewelry were displayed at regular intervals on the clean and simple site. Each piece had a minimalist design that appealed to Haewon.

“It might not be a good fit if you prefer something flashy. But many celebrities wear it, so it’s quite popular.”

“No, they’re all beautiful.”

Haewon blinked at the prices written below the pictures. They were equivalent to his living expenses for a month.

Seo Haeyoung’s birthday was approaching. Haewon had always just taken from him without giving anything in return, and this time, he wanted to give him a decent gift. Haeyoung wasn’t into jewelry, but a simple bracelet might be nice. Haewon didn’t know what to say when he handed over the gift, but it would be better than letting Haeyoung’s birthday pass empty-handed. He couldn’t help but pinch pennies for a month or two. In fact, it was no different than a bribe asking for forgiveness and remain being friends. Or maybe… he could take this chance to properly confess his feelings. Who knows…

Hyunjung, who had interpreted Haewon’s hesitation differently, took the phone back and typed a message.

“I sent you the website link. Just pick one, and I’ll do my best to get it at a cheap price.”

Hyunjung, determined to exploit her friend who was working hard with passion and sincerity, grinned mischievously. She urged Haewon to make a decision by the next day and reminded him again. Haewon, who started to feel anxious, was soon kicked out of the store by Hyunjung, who offered him some medicine. It had been less than an hour since Haewon started work.

Walking down the dimly lit street toward his home, Haewon came to a halt several times due to his blurred vision. The pain was truly unbearable. He had rarely been sick since his health was generally good, but today the pain was so intense that he wanted to collapse and pass out on the street.

“Uh…”

Feeling too weak to pass the hills and reach his neighborhood, he headed for Seo Haeyoung’s house. It took him twice the usual time to cover the distance it normally took 15 minutes to walk. Haewon pressed the doorbell firmly and slumped down on the stairs. He had nowhere else to go, even though he had run away without the courage to face his own feelings.

His tear-filled vision spun and his eyes kept closing. He desperately tried to stay awake while waiting for the door to open, but there was no response from inside the house. He stretched out his arm, pressed the doorbell again, and slid down.

I save dick by giving it CPR

* * *

Tight as a virgin boy don’t get nervous (tight)

After Haewon collapsed, Seo Haeyoung casually came out of the house and looked down at Haewon lying in front of someone else’s gate with disdain. As Haeyoung kicked Haewon’s leg lightly, Haewon’s tightly shut eyes slowly opened. Seo Haeyoung sat down on the stairs and shoved his hand under Haewon’s armpit, lifting him up in one go. As Haewon’s head flopped, Haeyoung forced him to stand and spoke with a blank expression.

“Hello.”

Seo Haeyoung’s sudden greeting felt like a dream, so Haewon responded with a faint smile.

“Yes, he…”

He wanted to open his heavy eyelids wide, but it was difficult. Seo Haeyoung, who had been staring blankly at the weakened Haewon, shook him carelessly despite his feverish body and whispered softly, like comforting a child.

“I already told you that you would fall sick. Why did you go out and cause trouble… It upsets me.”

Haewon, who was dragged in, found himself sprawled across the spacious entrance. Rolling on the hard marble floor, his hazy consciousness was forcibly awakened. His shoulders, waist, head; there wasn’t a single part of him that didn’t hurt.

“Ugh…”

He couldn’t possibly get up. Rubbing his burning forehead against the cold floor, he looked up at Seo Haeyoung. Haeyoung, annoyed by something else, stomped on Haewon’s stretched ankle with his indoor shoes. Haewon, writhing in pain, slowly lowered his head.

“It hurts…”

“Why did you try to leave on your own? What’s wrong with you?”

Seo Haeyoung circled around the collapsed Haewon, kicking him here and there. While he didn’t put much force into it, Haewon, who felt like his entire body was on fire, agonized in pain from even these light touches. Haeyoung pushed Haewon’s hunched shoulders down with his foot, forcing him to lie flat, and then leaned over to stare intently at his feverish face.

“Haewon-ah.”

“Yes…”

Barely blinking his eyes to focus, Haewon met Seo Haeyoung’s gaze. Haeyoung, who had been looking down at him for some time, finally broke the silence with a long, wide smile.

“Let’s have sex.”

It was a word that didn’t match his previous actions. Haewon just stared up at Seo Haeyoung, breathing shallowly. The handsome face swirled and distorted like a monster. He stared blankly at the distorted face and nodded. Not knowing what to do or what to say, he just nodded.

His pants were removed on the stairs, his knee scraped from the fall. He was slapped on the cheek and then helped up again. His loosely dressed body was moved to the sofa.

On the monitor, a movie played with its background music subdued. Haewon listened to the actors reciting their lines and tightly closed his eyes, waiting for the impending pain.

Instead of his glans uncomfortably digging between his buttocks, a hard object was placed in Haewon’s hand. And then came the monotonous voice.

“Try putting this in.”

Haewon, with his eyes open, looked down at his hand and licked his dry lips. A cold sensation circled his fingertips.

“…Why?”

“Don’t ask questions.”

Seo Haeyoung retreated and leaned his back against the armrest, stretching out. His white foot touched Haewon’s thigh.

“Just put it in if I tell you to.”

Haewon, who lowered his head towards the transparent object, discovered Seo Haeyoung’s name engraved in the middle.

It was a crystal trophy Seo Haeyoung won at a swimming competition in middle school. Haewon remembered Ko Taegyeom and Ju Hyunwoo giggling when they first came over and saw it. They said the round and elongated trophy looked just like a dildo. Th