The high-end sofa in the dressing room was a wreck. It was an unwritten rule of sex to leave a used condom alone afterward, but today was different. What was sliding in and out of Yoonshin right now was his bare skin without any barrier. Thanks to that, not only the bodily fluids Yoonshin shed but even the semen Seheon poured into his intimate interior trickled down his slender thighs, dampening the sofa beneath.
They abandoned the plush leather sofa and overlaid their entire bodies on the rug. Two completely naked bodies meshed together without a single gap, rocking back and forth. Seheon clung to Yoonshin's back like a starving beast and thrust savagely while Yoonshin barely supported himself on his arms and knees.
Seheon was faithfully keeping the promise he had made. Because of that, Yoonshin couldn't even remember how many times they'd had sex now. They'd changed positions about four times, and the number of ejaculations was beyond counting. Seheon had declared he wouldn't let Yoonshin walk out on his own two legs, and true to his word, he relentlessly pounded him until his slender calves and thighs lost all strength and shook violently.
"Hah, hah! Ah! Ah!"
"Keep your legs spread properly."
Whenever Yoonshin's buckling knees threatened to collapse forward, Seheon would firmly grip his abdomen and haul him back up. When that wasn't enough, he continued his brutal, rough piston motion. Every time their bodies slammed together, squelching sounds and Yoonshin's pained moans intertwined rather obscenely, echoing through the room.
"Heok, heok, it's, it's hard. I feel like I'm going to collapse..."
Merciless, he paid no heed to the desperate pleading. Instead, he brought his large hand down hard with a smack on the curve of his rear.
"Keep your ass up."
"Eut! Chief, please."
"Aren't you putting strength in your knees? I'll make you ejaculate as many times as they buckle, so count carefully."
Soft touches, gentleness, or smooth sensations were completely absent from this sex. Like a man devoid of even a sliver of compassion, he indulged in the vulgar act.
Seheon's two hands gripped the bonily prominent pelvis tightly. Then he thrust his hips back and forth aggressively, repeatedly inserting and withdrawing his stiff member into the narrow entrance. Moaning from the penetration, Yoonshin instinctively bowed his head and looked down at his own half-erect member.
Even though it felt like his lower half had been so brutally overworked that there couldn't possibly be any semen left to expel, his member would spring back up every time Seheon precariously prodded his prostate, driving him mad. However, rather than satisfyingly hitting the spot after getting him excited, Seheon crammed his member into a place that missed it entirely, making the neither-here-nor-there sensation several times more agonizing.
He had always been an exception to those Seheon treated cruelly. Yet, ironically, in bed, all those facts were overturned; everyone else was the exception, and only he was being overworked. He didn't know whether to like this or not.
"Eung, Seonbae, Seonbae, it hurts. Not there, a little lower, further back..."
"Shut up. So annoying."
"Heuit, eut! Eut!"
Because Seheon had been gripping his body so roughly, Yoonshin's pale, lean frame was marked with red handprints. The mottled skin explained just how hard he had gripped and pressed down. It was especially severe around his waist, pelvis, and buttocks. The outside of his right thigh even bore a dark bruise.
That wasn't all. There were teeth marks and scratches where he had cruelly bitten down, like a carnivore dismantling its prey. Perhaps the perineum had micro-torn during insertion, as blood was faintly visible between his legs, drying.
He had said he'd never had rough sex, and that was also true. Compared to this fierce act, all their previous encounters could almost be described as gentle.
Slap! Smack! Seheon, moving back and forth, gradually picked up speed. Yoonshin's barely enduring legs trembled. When he finally flopped forward and collapsed, Seheon's movements abruptly stopped.
"I told you to count carefully."
Squeeze. Pressing down on the awkward spot inside with his glans, he yanked his member out. Then he reached forward. Leaving the suddenly empty inner walls to contract on their own, he roughly stroked Yoonshin's member, coaxing him to ejaculate. His intention was to force him to climax and spill, then make him hard again to torment him further. Yoonshin, trembling all over, finally whimpered.
"There's nothing left to shoot."
"Really? Then what's this cloudy stuff?"
"Heuit, heup! Ah!"
When Seheon prodded his perineum with his throbbing member and skillfully and quickly stroked it from glans to root, Yoonshin's urethra inevitably twitched. Then, at last, a heavily diluted, watery fluid spurted out.
Watching the liquid soak the rug with half-lidded eyes, Yoonshin barely managed to twist his body to the side. As if he had been waiting for that, Seheon wedged himself between his legs and took his position. Dominating the limp body lying on its side, he spread Yoonshin's slender thighs, hooked them over his shoulders, and held them firmly. Soon after, gripping his pelvis, he shoved his member into the intimate entrance.
"Ha, eung! Slowly!"
"Only half is in. Swallow it to the root."
"Slow—slowly! Please. It's hard."
"You're this wide-open, swallowing me up."
That's because you've been pounding into me for hours on end.
Clenching his teeth, Yoonshin swallowed his inner thoughts instead of voicing them and squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again. He had learned from experience that needlessly provoking Seheon would only result in the backlash returning to him full force.
The moment Seheon snapped his hips upward as if still ravenous, his rigid member slid all the way to the root. He followed up by speedily penetrating the already hypersensitive interior. Every time he pounded the inner thighs with his piston motion, the tip buried deep. Balancing on his knees, Seheon inserted himself as if intending to stuff even his scrotum inside.
Consistently targeting the spot that missed the prostate, this time he subtly prodded the place that made Yoonshin feel so good he could faint. It was a repeated pattern. He would excite him while his member hung limp, and once it became fully rigid to its limit, he would neglect it. It was like a form of torture. This time was no different.
"A little more right there! Ah! Please do more, please, eung!"
Rubbing the inner wall as if tracing the circumference of the rounded glans, he shifted his focus the moment Yoonshin started reacting. From then on, he thoroughly ravaged the interior here and there as if trying to widen the already fully expanded area. Every time Seheon repeated his advance and retreat, Yoonshin's mottled body was pushed back little by little. Before he knew it, his head was close to the base of the sofa.
Thud! The moment the sofa leg scraped against the top of his head, Seheon roughly grabbed Yoonshin's sweat-soaked hair and yanked him back. Then he kissed him ravenously while increasing his pace.
"Heok, eup!"
With his thighs spread to their limit, Yoonshin swallowed a pained breath as his muscles stretched agonizingly. However, the dictator occupying him allowed nothing, giving him no time to suffer. As he moaned, their tongues tangled, and saliva passed from mouth to mouth. The hot breaths slipping through their parted lips and the obscene sighs—traces of ecstasy—spilled into each other's bodies as if seeping in.
Having bestowed a passionate kiss, he peeled his wet skin away and grabbed Yoonshin's jaw. An overbearing command followed.
"Open your mouth wider."
Fluttering his eyelashes, Yoonshin obediently opened his mouth. Then Seheon, positioning himself perfectly, spat his saliva into the narrow tunnel.
"Swallow. All of it."
"Heut, eut."
Yoonshin swallowed the viscous saliva just as it was. Only after observing Yoonshin's long throat bob as if etching it into his eyes did Seheon viciously grip his throat. Immediately after, he tossed him aside as if throwing him away.
"Eut...!"
Momentarily losing his balance, Yoonshin leaned the back of his head against a cushion for support. Right at that moment, Seheon suddenly pulled his member out from inside. As the mass filling the interior vanished, Yoonshin's inner walls contracted fiercely to grip the member. Naturally, Seheon furrowed his brows as much as possible.
"You've gotten quite loose. Were you always this eager?"
"Heueu, that's not, it's not that."
Yoonshin's response as he shook his head while panting was no longer in Seheon's sight. He hoisted the slender legs up and draped them over his shoulders. Dried blood was visible between the spread crotch. Staring down at it with a face full of subtle ecstasy, he soon made up his mind and aligned the tip of his prominently veined member with the entrance. His member twitched as if about to ejaculate at any second.
At that moment. Seheon's member penetrated Yoonshin's interior so forcefully that a loud slapping sound echoed. Simultaneously, the mucous membranes of the entrance contracted around his large, elongated member.
"Ah! Aheuk!"
"Ha, fuck, still not enough? Look at this bastard clenching."
Adjusting his posture to completely press down on the lean body from above, he finally made his final sprint. The squelching friction sounds of his hard pillar thrusting into the resilient interior densely filled the space along with the heated air. The sweat dripping from his body smeared onto Yoonshin.
Every time the exhausted Yoonshin struggled, Seheon's movements grew fiercer.
The more the aroused Seheon engaged in the intense intercourse, the pressured lean body shook like a sheet of paper.
Smack, smack! Extremely vulgar and lewd sounds settled over them as if guarding them.
"It hurts, it hurts, eung. Seonbae..."
Seheon, who was on the verge of ejaculation, finally jabbed the spots Yoonshin loved. As he thrust repeatedly with his glans, he openly coaxed the climax.
"Ah! Ahh! A little more! Ah!"
Yoonshin let out a scream-like moan as his throat trembled violently. All his stamina and moisture were drained, leaving him incapable of much else. Even so, it seemed he wanted to hold hands, as he reached out to Seheon, but his attempt was thwarted when Seheon batted his hand away with a smack.
Yoonshin, who had reached his climax, as well as Seheon's firm thighs, pelvis, and waist, all trembled as if convulsing. He snapped his hips upward with all his might, aiming for a certain destination. With a thud, his pelvis collided with Yoonshin's buttocks. The contact of wet flesh produced indecent sounds.
Soon, he let out a low groan. A beat later, Yoonshin also ejaculated the watery fluid.
Then, with a flop, Seheon's elastic body collapsed onto Yoonshin.
"Ha, fuck."
"Ah, haa... I feel like I'm dying."
Yoonshin's hand, which he had very laboriously lifted up, lightly stroked Seheon's wet back. However, lacking any strength, it soon fell victim to gravity. His palm was stained red with blood.
It naturally brought back memories of how he had mindlessly scratched Seheon's smooth back earlier. He had done it to endure the pain, but it seemed he had also wounded Seheon in the process without realizing it.
He wondered just how much he had scratched unconsciously and wanted to see with his own eyes, but didn't dare to get up. Seheon, still on top of him, didn't seem inclined to move either.
"You must have a lot of scratches on your back. It seems like I scratched you earlier, and it's still bleeding. Can I take a look?"
"You're torn between your legs. Let's call it an even exchange."
Hearing his casual retort made all the pain from earlier resurface. Choking with emotion, Yoonshin quickly retracted his concern for Seheon and sneered.
"Fine. You really did it. You managed to draw blood after all. Chief, you're truly amazing."
"You asked me to show you how roughly I fuck. Why are you speaking out of both sides of your mouth?"
"That's...!"
Of course, he had said that, but he hadn't actually expected Seheon to go this wild. He had thought that even if it was rough, to some extent—truly at the very minimum—they would aim for a mutually pleasurable act, but it seemed he still didn't know much about him. Fuming, Yoonshin clamped his mouth shut without answering. Then, for some reason, Seheon slid his member out of his entrance and lifted his own body.
When his member, which had been heavily pressing against his stomach, slipped out, Yoonshin felt a sudden emptiness. To make matters worse, even while lying down, he could feel the semen trickling down his legs. Overcome with embarrassment, he twitched, trying to sit up. But he simply couldn't. It was in the realm of the impossible. So he just squirmed while lying on the rug.
Seheon, who had turned his body into such a wreck, merely stared down at this state. Then he rubbed the glans of his member against Yoonshin's wet thigh, wiping away the remaining semen. He didn't stop there; he leisurely rubbed it against the soft bare skin. As if his member were a blunt pencil and Yoonshin's body a canvas, rubbing it like drawing a picture, Yoonshin's mouth fell open involuntarily.
"Ah..."
Inevitably letting out a moan, Yoonshin calmly closed his eyelids. When he opened them again, he was startled to find Seheon's shadow looming large over him.
"What are you doing? I can't do this anymore."
"That's what you think."
"I'm going to pass out at this rate."
"I haven't even started yet. Suck it."
Having moved to position himself near Yoonshin's head, he rubbed his glans against the moist, soft lips. Then he coaxed him to slowly part his lips and pushed his shaft inside. Inadvertently swallowing his member to the back of his throat, Yoonshin struggled and heaved. But Seheon paid no mind and rubbed his member against the warm mucous membranes, increasing its volume.
"Ha, rub it with your tongue a bit more."
Glaring at him, Yoonshin awkwardly began to lick the skin with his tongue. Then Seheon shoved his member deep as if cramming it down his throat.
Unexpectedly having his throat pressed while lying down, the corners of Yoonshin's eyes flushed red. The capillaries were already burst and a mess, but they reddened even further. Physiological tears welled up. Like an almighty god looking down from above, he merely continued his rough hip thrusts while observing it all.
"Eup! Uek! Eup! Keuk!"
Overwhelmed, Yoonshin gathered every ounce of strength left to grab Seheon's thighs. Whether to show mercy or for some other purpose, he yanked his member out. It quickly hardened in the wet mouth, standing fully erect.
Cough. Finally released, Yoonshin coughed violently. Meanwhile, Seheon didn't stop. Moving positions again, he spread Yoonshin's slender legs and reached a hand toward his groin. He slipped a finger inside the hole and stirred it around, scraping out all the sticky semen that had pooled inside.
Every time the long fingers moved in and out, Yoonshin instinctively clenched his rear. Each time, Seheon slapped his backside with a sharp crack. Somehow, that was far more shameful than his overt brutality. The grievances he had suppressed throughout their encounter suddenly surged up. Murmuring, Yoonshin muttered low to himself.
"Crazy bastard."
"Say it louder. Is that all the courage you have?"
"I really can't do this anymore! It hurts."
"You talk too much. Every useless word you say adds another round of sex. It's a simple rule. Understand? If you want even an hour of sleep in bed, watch yourself."
"How can a primate have this much stamina? You're not human, you're just a beast. I'm going to shoot you dead."
"Too bad. That's one more round added."
Yanking him by the hair, Seheon forced Yoonshin up. Then he draped his upper body over the sofa like laundry, making him support his weight on his elbows, while he clung behind him and rubbed his glans against the entrance again. Realizing that opening his mouth only resulted in minus points, Yoonshin smacked his lips while Seheon bit down hard on his flushed ear.
"Uk...!"
Followed by a deeply sinister, low voice lingering at his ear before piercing right through.
"Do Yoonshin, you shouldn't provoke me by mentioning other women, of all things."
"I didn't know my friend would spout such nonsense either. I didn't do it on purpose."
"No, you did it on purpose."
Of course, he hadn't thought Seheon wouldn't know about those petty words he had thrown out to provoke his jealousy. But on that point, Yoonshin also had a defense.
"I didn't sleep with her! You noticed it. No matter how much of a fool my friend is, do you think she'd want to marry me after sleeping with me? I just wanted a little jealousy, so I brushed over my words—is that a reason to do all this? I asked for sex, not a street fight!"
"Your mouth is still alive. Seems you don't want to get any sleep. Fine, let's do it. The night is long."
Thwack. Seheon shoved Yoonshin's head into the sofa by his hair and plunged his member deep inside. The entrance, which Seheon had spent hours stretching, opened wide as if it had originally been a space meant for his member. The moment he buried himself to the root, hot breaths burst from both their parted lips.
"Aheuk...!"
"Haa, damn it."
His member filled the internally wounded and sensitized space once again. It seemed he intended to degrade Yoonshin. Seheon's movements, stirring his insides like beasts mating, were incredibly lewd.
Thrusting to the root without hesitation, pulling out as far back as possible, then slamming back in—the act was beyond erotic, bordering on the vulgar. Yoonshin collapsed forward multiple times with agonizing gasps. His bare skin touching the sofa was swollen and bruised, aching.
"Eung, eung!"
A sensation of the inner walls being battered arose. It burned and stung. The raw, chafing sensation made his head spin. Every time Seheon's member plunged in vividly, a sharp, painful sensation flared as if skin was rubbing over an open wound. Yet, as he had consistently done, just when it felt truly unbearable, he would hit the good spots and arouse him, literally driving him insane.
He hadn't imagined that what Seheon called rough sex would be this calculated and cunning form. Reduced to tatters, Yoonshin swayed back and forth in the direction of his thrusts like limp laundry.
Because Yoonshin had such a lean body, when that long, thick member was aimed as deep inside as possible, his stomach bulged outward. Having inserted himself as deeply as possible, Seheon firmly pressed down on that prominent bulge with his large hand. Crushed from front and back, Yoonshin struggled frantically.
"Heuip, eung, stop! Stop! It hurts!"
"Forgot the rule?"
"I love you... Ah! Ah!"
Thankfully, this didn't seem to be a useless remark. He twitched inside Yoonshin, then thrust his member even more blatantly, urging him to continue speaking.
"I'm turned on. A bit more. Say it more."
"I love you."
"One more time."
"I love... I seriously want to shoot you dead. It hurts!"
Yoonshin, forced to simultaneously experience pain and pleasure, finally burst into tears. He rubbed his ruined, tear-stained face against the leather sofa and panted. Sensing that both of them had reached their limit of endurance, Seheon thought it was enough and gently grasped the nape of his neck, turning his head toward him. Then he kissed him devotedly while finding Yoonshin's prostate and focused on penetrating that spot.
Squelching sounds like stepping on wet mud bore into both their ears. Realizing he had finally returned to the familiar territory of sex, Yoonshin stopped sobbing and wailed out loud. Then, when Seheon pressed very hard on that one spot, he spilled tears while simultaneously letting out a stifled moan.
"Eoheuk, ah! There, there. I think I'm going to come."
As the urge to ejaculate swelled and he reached back with his hand, Seheon, who had rejected his body temperature countless times throughout the night, finally interlaced their fingers together. Relieved, Yoonshin trembled at the waist and ejaculated onto the sofa.
"Ah! Ah, ah..."
Following that, Seheon also picked up the pace. Gripping his pelvis firmly, he continued his skilled piston motion for a while, eventually pouring semen from the end of his urethra, soaking the passage.
Finally, with his brows furrowed, having ejaculated inside Yoonshin, he collapsed onto the lean body.
"Ha, damn it."
After staying like that briefly, feeling the body beneath him doing nothing but breathing raggedly, he pulled his member out and embraced the lean frame.
Flopping against Seheon's firm chest, Yoonshin had his eyes closed, perhaps half-fainted, showing no response. Tear stains were soaked around his eyes. Kissing the wet corners of his eyes with soft smacks, he kneaded the limp naked body.
"Do Yoonshin."
Not completely unconscious, as he reacted to his name, Yoonshin moved his hands and subtly reached out as if asking to be held tighter. Exhaling a deep breath, Seheon stroked his hair and then hugged him with enough force to crush him. Yoonshin, turning completely mushy and unable to even control his own boneless body, barely managed to spit out a few words.
"Go to hell."
He replied indifferently.
"I never thought I'd go somewhere good when I die."
"Sadist... I knew it would be like this."
Letting out a bitter scoff, he reached his hand out. Following that, with an affectionate touch, he endlessly stroked Yoonshin's sweat-soaked hair.
The fierce tension in the dressing room finally softened a little, settling on their shoulders.
The sound of their exhausted breathing endlessly calmed down.
* * *
Rustle. As Yoonshin lifted his body on the bed, the sheet slipped off his shoulders. His upper body, riddled with bruises and red marks, was fully exposed.
Barely leaning against the headboard, Yoonshin scowled deeply. A destructive pain flared as if someone had beaten him thousands of times with an iron pipe last night. His body ached all over to the point where he could count the places that didn't hurt. Moreover, the pain in his intimate area was beyond words. Naturally, he sought out the damned suspect with his eyes.
Turning his gaze, he saw Seheon, who at least had the minimum conscience, working at the tea table instead of his study. Rustling sounds indicated he had noticed Yoonshin was awake, as he was quietly casting glances his way.
They just stared at each other for a moment.
Seheon was the first to speak.
"Are you okay?"
Yoonshin forced his swollen, uncooperative lips into a cynical smile.
"That's a funny question. It's hilarious."
Watching this reaction straight on, he narrowed his eyes and asked.
"Why are you picking a fight the moment you open your eyes?"
"Because I was cursing you even when my eyes were closed. Do I not talk in my sleep?"
"You did."
"Why didn't you just tear a hole with scissors? That would have been much more peaceful."
"So that method existed. I'll take note."
Yoonshin, furrowing his brows, willingly retorted.
"Yes. Please do. As a gift, I'll cut off Chief's dick for you!"
"You asked for it, so how was it? Satisfied?"
Glancing over, he gestured with his chin toward Yoonshin's member in a vulgar manner. Because he maintained his arrogant attitude, defending his pride even at a moment like this, Yoonshin grew even angrier.
"Does this look like a satisfied state to you? It hurts like hell! I can't even go to the hospital. What am I supposed to say there? That I didn't know if I had sex with Kang Seheon yesterday or with his lower body!"
The more he spoke, the more his strained, high-pitched voice burst out. Diligently mocking him, Yoonshin was startled by the unfamiliar voice he heard for the first time and grabbed his neck. His skin was hot. And it was washed clean. Naturally, that led him to inspect his own body and surroundings with his eyes.
The bed was very clean. He was the same. Although his skin was mottled, he was overall tidy, apparently wiped down with water. Additionally, ointment-like substances were applied over his wounds.
Parting his lips, Yoonshin cautiously added.
"Did you apply medicine between my legs too? The... part you were going in and out of."
"Yeah. Applied it on the condom. You were out cold. Not satisfied with fingers now, huh?"
When his guess was confirmed, his face flushed red with shame. It wasn't the first time he had shown his naked body to him, but there was still a reasonable line of exposure. Imagining Seheon slipping his fingers into his sleeping groin to apply ointment under the bright lights made his mind go blank.
Unable to brazenly look him in the face, he forced himself to sit up. He was naked without anything under the sheet, but now wasn't the time to mind that. First, he wanted to go into the bathroom and check his exact condition.
Glancing at Seheon, Yoonshin stepped off the bed. He thought he could do it if he squeezed out some strength, but it seemed he was mistaken. His trembling legs failed to function and crumbled to the floor. Sitting on the floor with his legs spread, Yoonshin ended up facing Seheon directly.
"Heok..."
He wanted to stand up again, but it wasn't easy. He needed someone's help. And the only person who could provide it here was Seheon. Yet he just sat there, calmly stroking his smooth jaw with his legs crossed, staring directly between Yoonshin's legs.
"You show me that a lot."
"You showed it to me multiple times first, so I should show you too."
"Do what you were doing. If it's really hard, crawl."
Honestly, he thought Seheon would come over and help if he went this far. Considering he had carefully washed him, applied medicine, and put him to bed while he was unconscious, it was a natural progression. However, always, truly always, Kang Seheon showed more than expected. Because he sat in an arrogant posture, sending a very languid and relaxed gaze, Yoonshin absolutely couldn't stand it.
"You son of a bitch, aren't you coming over?"
"You should say, 'Please come help me.'"
"Please come help me, you son of a bitch."
Only then, as if yielding, he lightly raised both hands and trudged over to Yoonshin. Coming close, he lifted the lean body, sat him on the bed, and sat facing him. The hand calmly stroking the bony shoulder was full of affection. Soon, even in the low voice calling his name, his heart was embedded.
"Do Yoonshin."
Wrapping the clean sheet around himself like a cloak, Yoonshin replied coldly.
"What."
"I'm a bit scared now."
It wasn't his fault that he was momentarily confused whether these words had actually come from his mouth. When Yoonshin fell silent in inner panic, Seheon, as if not unaware of this feeling, added calmly.
"Is this what it's like to like someone? When I thought of you kissing someone else, I got so furious that I really wanted to hurt you yesterday. I couldn't control it."
"Did you forget that you asked if I slept with Manager Song? You think about such things just fine."
"The person you liked. I've never once imagined that."
"..."
"It's so disgusting it makes me nauseous. Actually, I'm still angry. What should I do? What should I do?"
He hadn't imagined at all that Seheon would seek an answer to some question, let alone that it would be this kind of question. Yoonshin hesitated, not knowing how to react. He just kept his mouth firmly shut and fell into thought.
He had tried to keep it simple by selectively taking only the positive aspects, but this relationship might be a much more complicated matter. Seheon was clumsy, but he learned quickly. He had learned jealousy this time and expressed it; when he learned something else another day, he would express that too. In his own way, of course. He could endure physical pain, but next time, his heart might get hurt. Both of them, actually.
Honestly, Yoonshin really hated Seheon right now. But on the other hand, he instinctively sensed that he had to hold him immediately. So, without hesitating any longer, he reached out his hand right away.
Lifting the sheet slightly, he guided him as if inviting him inside, and embraced him as he came close. The hands that wrapped around him as if they had been waiting were full of desperation. Every time Seheon stroked Yoonshin's body, the rustling sound of the sheet being brushed against continued.
"Say something."
"You know you went too far. I asked for rough sex, not for you to abuse me."
"I know."
"I want to make it clear, but I'm still not over my anger."
"Yeah."
"I love you."
At this point, it seemed he needed to revise his thoughts. Calling it a cold wasn't enough. Love was like a car accident.
He realized it only after getting hurt. The fact that it could no longer be reversed.
The sincere confession that warmed his heart, as always, momentarily stopped their time.
In an instant, the flow of air stopped completely, and like a single still cut in a movie, their moment froze. Seizing that gap, Seheon exhaled very slowly. The voice that replied was lower than usual.
"I know that too."
"Then it's fine. If you're jealous, just do it. But confide in me. I want to hear things like that. Then I'll tell you over and over that the person I like is Kang Seheon."
Slipping his hand into his soft hair, Yoonshin stroked the strands as if mussing it up several times. Surprisingly, Seheon didn't mind at all and simply held the lean body.
As he continued the skin contact with him, Yoonshin's hypersensitive mind gradually calmed down. The resentful feelings also began to slightly soften. He could feel how confusing it must be for someone who had been so adept at self-control to find it difficult at this very moment.
Embraced for a long time, he slightly peeled his cheek away from his shoulder. As if reluctant to part, Seheon kissed his hair multiple times before finally letting him go.
"I have quite a lot to do today. I have to write the site inspection report, and I have two opinion pieces to write."
Understanding everything Yoonshin wanted to say from those few words, Seheon narrowed his eyes.
"You'll help me, right? If Chief reviews it, I won't have to go over it multiple times."
"Received. Again."
"What time is it now?"
Checking his wristwatch, he replied lightly.
"9 A.M."
"Make me breakfast. Ah, don't think about calling the cleaning lady."
"Sure."
"Properly. Wear an apron too."
About to readily agree, he clamped his lower lip tightly the moment he heard the added words. Yoonshin shrugged. Since he still refused to react, Yoonshin finally pulled the sheet away a bit. Covering only his crotch roughly and showing the wounds on both his upper and lower body, Seheon compromised.
"Alright."
"Don't you have a pink one? The ahjumma must have bought a few."
"Don't have one."
"Are you sure you don't have one? Or is it that you've never cooked at home so you don't know?"
"..."
"Then instead of pink, a nude apron."
At this, he immediately declared rejection. It seemed this was absolutely unacceptable.
"No."
"I figured. Then whatever."
Even to the deliberately teasing words, Seheon didn't argue much. A docile Kang Seheon was very, very, very rare. Feeling the petty amusement of playing with a doll, Yoonshin took the opportunity to ask for this and that.
"Also, about this Youngjin Construction acquisition project. They say it's hard to handle because the person in charge is very strict when I attend the meeting with you due to the employee succession issue. Can you give me some tips on how to deal with them? Chief also likes it when I do something, right?"
"I was going to tell you anyway."
"And also..."
"Yeah. I'll do it."
Yoonshin's words stopped because of Seheon accepting everything without even listening. The things he would ask for were actually obvious, but it felt both unfamiliar and pleasant that such a decisive man kept handing out blank checks. Since he said he'd do everything, Yoonshin wondered if he'd do this too, and smacked his lips to ask very carefully.
"Don't break up with me first. I absolutely won't break up, but if by some chance we have to, let me be the one to say it. If I get dumped by Chief, I feel like I'll never recover."
He was definitely the one who had started this with a lighter heart. He was sure of that at first. But it seemed that over the past few months, as he came to know even the most intimate things about Seheon, he had grown fond of him.
It was less a difference in the size of emotions and more a difference in their fundamental nature. If he had been ready to love anyone and just hadn't met the right person until he met him, then Seheon was someone who had kept his heart tightly locked until he suddenly encountered someone like an unexpected snowfall.
So, expecting that he wouldn't give a clear answer, he had brought it up after giving up hope internally, but surprisingly, Seheon nodded readily. He didn't know what he was thinking in his head. But there was no reason for him to bluff, so if it were impossible, he would have drawn the line. Yoonshin barely lifted his weak arms and wrapped them around his neck.
In response, Seheon roughly gauged which part of his battered body to touch, then stroked his relatively less wounded back, gently patting along his spine. Holding each other like that, Yoonshin suddenly recalled what he had said yesterday and opened his mouth again. At that time, lacking both sanity and stamina, he had let it pass, but recalling it now, it pierced his heart and squeezed it.
〈I never thought I'd go somewhere good when I die.〉
The fact that his own curse had elicited these words hurt even more.
"Chief."
"Yeah, Do Yoonshin."
"I take back what I said yesterday."
"Which one among the hundreds of vulgar curses you hurled at me."
"I only said a few."
"Sleep-talking and the ones you muttered to yourself all count."
Thinking "oops," Yoonshin slightly grimaced and gripped the nape of his neck tightly.
"You're a ghost."
"Let's say I am."
"Don't go anywhere without me."
〈Don't die and leave me behind.〉
Inevitably recalling similar words he had heard once, Seheon fell silent. Perhaps feeling that was a negative reaction, Yoonshin demanded an answer.
"Hurry up and promise."
Then, this time too, he calmly nodded. There was no reason not to.
"Alright."
Then, as if leaving a token of their promise, he repeatedly kissed Yoonshin's fine hair. The two held each other without a single gap between them.