Haewon awoke naked on a damp bed soaked with semen and sweat, curling his body into a ball. His head throbbed from the soju hangover, his stomach churned, and an unfamiliar place ached. Unable to open his eyes, he pondered for a while. And what was that musty smell? Finally, Haewon managed to push open his dry eyelids and let out a sigh.

"Ah."

Ko Taegyeom. Soju. Penises. Sex. Haeyoung. Phone call.

Memories flooded back like a broken dam.

He bolted upright and rushed into the adjoining bathroom. Holding onto the toilet, he retched, vomiting the guilt that had filled his stomach. His emotions weren't visible or tangible, so the water that rose in the toilet remained clear. Haewon forced his finger down his throat, trying to induce more vomiting.

"Ugh-!"

Nothing came out. No matter how many times he pushed his finger down his throat, nothing emerged. Instead, melted gel from his stretched hole dripped onto the rusty tiles, drop by drop. Ripples formed in the tranquil water inside the toilet bowl. Tears that he couldn't vomit out took the place of his emotions, being sucked into the drain.

Just before the sunset and darkness descended, Haewon turned off the hot fan that had been running for a long time and put it away in the corner of the room. All that remained were the soiled sheets and pillows. The table for drinking had been cleared. Two washed cups were neatly placed on the dish rack, and the used condoms were tied off and placed in the trash can. The only bothersome thing was the remaining gel left on the desk, standing with its label facing out. Haewon grabbed the gel and threw it into the trash can.

The smelly sheets and pillows spun around inside the washing machine. He closed the creaky balcony door, returned to the familiar room, and turned on his cell phone.

[I'm leaving]

The short message left by Ko Taegyeom appeared first. He pressed the delete button and dialed Seo Haeyoung's number one by one. It would be easier to contact him through the address book, but this was more convenient.
Haewon quickly completed the eleven-digit number, but his thumb hesitated to press the call button. Could he have given himself away? That they had sex. He stared at the familiar numbers he could dial with his eyes closed for a while before pressing the button. The longer the dial tone went on, the more his heart pounded. His behind ached. His eyes roamed restlessly around the narrow room. Soon, a lovely voice flowed from the other end of the connected call.

Did you sleep?

"...Huh?"

Embarrassed by his own hoarse voice, Haewon quickly cleared his throat.

You went straight to sleep, didn't you? Judging by the fact that you're calling now.

"Ah. Yeah, sorry... I was tired."

Strength drained from his hand that had been absentmindedly clutching his shorts. Seo Haeyoung's voice was the same as usual. Drowsy as if he had just woken up from sleep, with an unknowable tone and intonation. Seemingly kind, but with a coldness that wouldn't ask twice. The same old Seo Haeyoung.

"Did you get a new blanket?"

No, I just saw it in my view.

"Why would you send that..."

Laughter bubbled up. The simple conversation made his chest itch uncomfortably. Would he be lying in bed today too? Playing mobile games. He wanted to prolong this peace as much as possible, so he had sex with a friend who wasn't close but had known him for a long time. If it could keep this kind of relationship going a little longer, it was worth it. At that moment, Seo Haeyoung, who had been laughing along on the other side of the phone, paused for a moment before speaking up.

Just... Ah, Haewon-ah.

"Yeah?"

I've started seeing someone.

Ah.

I want to say this to your face.

The sound of the washing machine running mixed with the ringing in his ears. He needed to respond. He had to respond quickly.

Why aren't you answering?

"...I'm just surprised. How did you even..."

How did you... What should he say after that? He had done this a few times, but today the words seemed to scatter into fragments. The lukewarm silence stretched awkwardly. Haewon tried to pull words from his chaotic mind while hitting his thigh with his fist.

Jealous? That's not it. Congratulations? Are you getting married? How could you? That sounds condescending.

He didn't know what to say.

Come hang out tomorrow.

Seo Haeyoung, who had been waiting in silence, threw in a brief comment and hung up without waiting for a response. Haewon, dropping his arm that had been holding the phone to his ear, now muttered the sentence that had just come to his mind.

"How did you meet them? A schoolmate? That older sister I greeted before? ...Ah, damn it."

He smacked his forehead with his palm and repeated the words. How did you meet them? A schoolmate? That older sister I greeted before? He had memorized the words so he could say them just like that tomorrow.

Tears that had stopped in the bathroom began to trickle out again. He washed away the dried semen from every corner of his body, inserted his finger into the hole he'd never touched before to remove the excess gel, scratched away the red marks on his neck, and cried hard, but tears still came.

They were just ordinary tears. It wasn't because Seo Haeyoung was seeing someone; Haewon just occasionally... occasionally cried. Pretending to be nonchalant, he wiped his tears with his sleeve and rubbed the floor with a rag several times. He felt embarrassed.

As his tears stopped, the washing machine came to a halt. He hung the blanket with a warm scent on the drying rack and took out a musty-smelling blanket from the closet. With only one pillow, he rolled up a towel to put under his head and lay down, feeling discomfort all over his body. The weight on his back and the penis that had been filling the hollow space made him suddenly roll under the drying rack. Breathing under the blanket filled with the scent of fabric softener that Seo Haeyoung had gifted him, he thought less of Ko Taegyeom.

"...It smells nice."

Seo Haeyoung, who had stopped by the store and smelled a sample, had given him three bottles of fabric softener, but he hadn't emptied even one yet because he was using it sparingly. On days when he felt really bad, he would take out clothes that didn't even need washing and pour in the fabric softener, hiding beneath the scent. It made him feel better, and today was one of those days. It was just a slightly upsetting day that would be forgotten by tomorrow.

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Haewon, who had laid out a few clothes on the floor, was engulfed in a sense of failure. It was good that he had scrubbed everything thoroughly in case there were any traces of semen left. However, there was nothing he could do about the red nail marks on his collarbone and the bite marks that wouldn't fade. He couldn't wear a scarf in the middle of summer, and putting a bandage on would look even more suspicious.

"What should I do..."

Although they hadn't set an exact time to meet, if he left now, he could hang out before his part-time job, which he did every other day. After some deliberation, he put on a tight white t-shirt over his neck and faced the mirror. If he tilted his head, it was barely visible, but it felt somewhat concealed. It felt like it was hidden somehow...

While twisting his neck back and forth, Haewon let out a hollow laugh for a moment. Seo Haeyoung wasn't even interested, but he was acting as if he had cheated on his own.

"...Pathetic, so pathetic."

He got up from the floor where he had been sitting and picked up his phone. Seo Haeyoung's text arrived just in time.

[C'mon, hurry up]

He went out the door, repeating the questions he had memorized last night. He locked the door and took a step when a sharp pain shot up from his hips to his spine.

"Ugh..."

It was bearable when walking around the narrow house, but as soon as he widened his stride, the unpleasant sensation of his limbs falling apart struck him. As he left the row house and headed towards Seo Haeyoung's neighborhood, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window of a store with a rental sign. He was a pathetic guy with a ridiculous gait on his way to meet the guy he liked. Haewon paused for a moment to clear his head and moved his feet again.

As soon as he entered Seo Haeyoung's neighborhood, sweat began to pour. The sunlight beating down on his head was too hot. He shielded his eyes with his hand, making a small window, and rang the doorbell. The door opened without a question of who it was. He shouldn't open the door so carelessly. Haewon worried needlessly that Seo Haeyoung, taller and bigger than him, would fall victim to a stranger while opening the door so casually. He stepped into the house, and as soon as he opened the front door, a sigh escaped him.

"Ah, the laptop..."

He had intended to return it yesterday, but he had forgotten again. Haewon, who climbed the stairs while firmly embedding the task of returning the laptop in his mind, froze in the pleasant hallway. A few words popped up in his brain, where the laptop had been floating.

Cock. Soju. Sex.

"Uh... Hello."

Ko Taegyeom.

The guy who had been tapping on his phone in the hallway greeted him lukewarmly. Taegyeom looked at the unresponsive Haewon and awkwardly rolled his eyes before pushing his phone into his pants pocket.

Taegyeom was genuinely flustered. Although it was always the case, Seo Haeyoung never gave any hints when inviting someone. That's why it was comfortable to just accept whoever showed up, regardless of their position. Yoon Haewon was the guy Seo Haeyoung called the most, and it was never strange for him to appear...

His cheeks had become flushed from walking in the hot street, and his long, slender legs stretched out from under his shorts. The bruised knee from being thrust into it from behind was visible. The image of him writhing beneath Taegyeom while letting out distant moans around this time yesterday surfaced vividly. The hole, which took a long time to stop and leave, still felt sticky as if his fingers were squeezing it. His mouth went dry, and the area below his navel tightened. Taegyeom tore apart his coolly drawn lips and smiled.

He wanted to pin him down and screw him right now.

"Did you come to hang out? No ice cream today?"

Taegyeom's playful question, hiding his gloomy thoughts, planted a faint sense of relief in Haewon. His tense shoulders slowly relaxed. It's over because they did it once. He murmured quietly as he passed by Taegyeom.

"No."

He felt a gaze piercing his back. Haewon put strength into his legs to walk properly and stepped on the ground. However, Taegyeom, who noticed his weak, limping steps, followed behind him with a suppressed laugh.

"...Seo Haeyoung."

"You're here?"

Seo Haeyoung's room always had a pleasant scent. He didn't know what it was, but it was cool yet warm, refreshing, and sweet. Whenever this scent wafted from afar, Seo Haeyoung would appear. His heart would flutter at the mere whiff of the scent, and today was no different.

Seo Haeyoung was lying listlessly on the bed, smiling prettily, and Haewon fidgeted with his toes inside his slippers. Every time Haeyoung smiled like that, it tickled him.

"Come here."

Seo Haeyoung rolled over onto his stomach and snapped his fingers. Despite the gesture being like calling a pet, Haewon quickly took steps forward. He hesitantly sat down on the floor, sliding under the bed, and met Seo Haeyoung's gaze. Haeyoung rested his cheek on his folded arms, smiled for a while, and then parted his red lips.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"...Something to say?"

Haewon, who had been staring at Seo Haeyoung's long, dark eyelashes, asked back in a daze. For a moment, his eyes caught Taegyeom entering the room. His cheeks and neck tensed up, and his fingers on his knees stopped moving.

Could Ko Taegyeom have sneakily mentioned it already?

Taegyeom, unaware of the lingering gaze, stretched out under the air conditioner with his phone in hand. It didn't seem like he had said anything. His heart pounded.

"Huh? Don't you have anything to say?"

While trying to gauge the atmosphere, Haewon pushed his fingers against his forehead. He turned his stiff neck to meet Seo Haeyoung's eyes and let out a sudden exclamation.

"How did you two meet? Someone from school? The sister I greeted before?"

The rehearsed line jumped out. This is right, isn't it? Haewon lifted his lips, which were about to twist with anxiety. Seo Haeyoung watched the trembling corners of his mouth, burst out laughing, and buried his face in his arm. The forced smile stiffened. Isn't this right?

Seo Haeyoung, peering out from between his arms, whispered in a voice still containing laughter.

"I don't want to tell you."

"...Why?"

"Just because."

Haewon scoffed in disbelief and straightened his knees. His knees, which were pressing on the rug, felt sore, but he pretended not to notice and pushed Seo Haeyoung's shoulder lightly, so it wouldn't feel like an unnecessary touch.

"What is it? Why won't you tell me? How long has it been?"

"I don't know."

Seo Haeyoung muffled his giggles into the pillow. While his cute appearance brought a smile to Haewon's face, his chest felt suffocating, as if tightly bound with thick ropes. Why won't he tell me? What's going on between us? ...But, what is our relationship, really?

No matter how many times Haewon poked Haeyoung's shoulder and even snatched the pillow, Haeyoung kept his lips tightly shut, releasing playful laughter. As Haeyoung's laughter stretched on, Haewon grew increasingly impatient. He became even more anxious, worried his agitation would show on his face, and more...

"I came here to talk face-to-face. What a waste..."

He changed the subject. Light-heartedly, as if joking. Seo Haeyoung slowly retracted his smile and hugged the pillow. He stared intensely at Haewon, who inadvertently engaged in a staring contest. Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds. After fifteen seconds, Haewon stealthily averted his gaze. Seo Haeyoung, who had leisurely brushed his flushed, pink ear, buried his face in the pillow.

Haewon didn't ask any more questions about the romantic partner. If Seo Haeyoung didn't answer within three attempts, it meant he didn't want to, and Haewon didn't have the right to ask any further.

Lying down on the cool rug with a cold breeze, Haewon checked the time on his phone. There were about three hours left until his part-time job. He had to leave at 7 PM because he received a request to come early.

Despite inviting Haewon over, Seo Haeyoung showed off his infatuated side, as if he had just started dating, tapping away on his phone. If it was going to be like this, why did he even invite him? He wanted to swear at Haeyoung, but he didn't have the right.

"Hey, Yoon Haewon! Come here!"

As Haewon was sinking into deep melancholy, Taegyeom, who was sitting on a three-seater sofa, called his name without taking his eyes off the monitor. It seemed he had turned on a game while Haewon was bickering with Seo Haeyoung. The irritating background music reached his ears. When Haewon ignored him and tried to lie back down, a pleading voice followed.

"Ah, Haewon-ah! Hurry up. Help me beat this!"

Whining. Annoying. Just as Haewon was about to cover his ears, Seo Haeyoung got up from the bed. He held his vibrating phone and gestured with his eyes.

"You're good at it. Help me."

The incessant ringing of Haeyoung's phone was more bothersome than his words. Haewon sat up and rested his chin on the soft bed.

"Did you get a call?"

"Yeah. I'll take it and be right back."

"Why not take it here?"

Who was calling that he had to leave the room to answer? Haewon narrowed his eyes, trying to see the screen, but Seo Haeyoung slipped away even faster. He crossed the room, smiling with the corners of his eyes lowered, and held the phone to his ear.

"No, I have to go. Hurry up and leave."

Despite wearing a white T-shirt with a similar design to Haewon's, Haeyoung's broad shoulders made it look a lot nicer. Seo Haeyoung flounced out of the room, closing the door behind him. Sitting on the rug, Haewon sighed and got up, tapping his nails together loudly. It was his duty to help Seo Haeyoung if he asked. In the meantime, Taegyeom had become impatient, whining.

"Hey, hurry up! Come quickly!"

"I'm coming."

Haewon approached the sofa, dragging his indoor shoes along the floor. He circled around the sofa, leaned against the door, and squatted with some distance. As he reached for the controller Taegyeom was holding, a white controller was thrown onto the table in front of the sofa. A large foot then pushed the nearby table away with a creak. Haewon followed the controller, which was now out of reach, and slowly lifted his head. Taegyeom furrowed his brow slightly, shooting an irritated look and swearing.

"Fuck... You finally came."

Resting his elbow on the armrest and propping up his chin, Taegyeom glanced at the closed door and started to undo his pants buckle. With the zipper undone, a menacing penis appeared, swollen and angry. Despite having been inside him for hours yesterday, Haewon was still taken aback. He looked back and forth between the veiny penis and Taegyeom's face, then lowered his voice.

"...What are you doing?"

"What do you mean? Our dear Haewon is curious about using his mouth."

"Are you crazy...! Hey, you said it was over with that yesterday...!"

With an unperturbed expression, Taegyeom stroked his penis and tilted his head.

"I don't know? I don't remember."

"...Have you lost your mind? This is Seo Haeyoung's house, you bastard."

Fucking bastard. Haewon wanted to punch that grinning face. He shouldn't have trusted Ko Taegyeom's words. Growing desperate, Haewon glanced at the closed door and was suddenly pulled to the floor by a rough hand grabbing his nape. As he tried to get up by grabbing Taegyeom's calf, the back of his head was pressed down. A hot and moist penis rubbed against his dry, cold cheek. A languid voice fell from above.

"Ah... Haewon-ah. If it were me, I'd just suck it quickly and finish. Before Seo Haeyoung comes back."

Taegyeom's thumb forced its way between Haewon's closed lips. Haewon gritted his teeth as he dodged the glans tapping his lower lip.

"You said it was only once. Don't do it...!"

"Should I say it? Ah, then I should say I fondled your ass. I really groped it."

The hand holding the back of his head squeezed and then released. Haewon, glaring at Taegyeom, had bloodshot eyes. Taegyeom cackled in response to the sharp stare.

"Let's do it quickly. Huh? I'll finish soon."

"You fucking bastard. Just drop dead."

Unfazed, Taegyeom pressed and parted Haewon's soft lips. The neatly arranged lower teeth seemed to be on the verge of biting the penis, but Taegyeom nonchalantly pushed the glans in.

"Please open your mouth."

The acrid glans touched the tip of Haewon's tongue. Haewon squinted and tried to pull his head back, but the hand pressing the back of his head exerted more force, pushing him forward. His mouth opened involuntarily, and the thickest part of the penis entered his mouth. It was disgusting. Haewon tightly gripped the short rug hairs.

"Mmph...!"

"Don't get hard because of this. Just think of it as sucking Seo Haeyoung's dick."

"Uh, ugh...!"

The penis relentlessly pushed its way into Haewon's mouth. His lips stretched to their limit, taut around the edges. It couldn't go any further. Haewon squirmed on his bent knees, gripping the sofa with both hands and pushing back.

"It's not all the way in yet."

However, Taegyeom's hand slammed Haewon's retreating head into his crotch in an instant. A gag reflex was triggered by the penis reaching Haewon's throat. His arched back trembled.

"Ngh, ugh...!"

"Ha... This is good too, Haewon-ah..."

Taegyeom leaned forward and pressed down on Haewon's head. The forcibly inserted penis wriggled in the damp space. Haewon's nose rubbed against Taegyeom's pubic hair, and his eyes widened. Struggling for breath, Haewon tore at the fabric of the sofa, pushed Taegyeom away haphazardly, and punched his thigh. Despite the fierce resistance, the penis in his throat and the hand pressing the back of his head didn't let up.

"Ugh, ugh!"

"Let's hurry up. Before that bastard comes back."

Taegyeom grabbed Haewon's head with both hands and slowly pulled it back. As soon as the glans emerged past his front teeth, Haewon, gasping for the much-needed breath, propped himself up on Taegyeom's knee.

"Hu, hah...! Just a moment, ugh...!"

Then, his head was immediately thrust back between Taegyeom's legs. His airways were blocked. Haewon, choking and gripping Taegyeom's knee tightly, shed reflexive tears from the corners of his eyes.

Burying Haewon's head in his crotch and tilting his head back, Taegyeom let out a low moan. It felt disgustingly good. The pleasure was different from when he frantically thrust into a hole, sending shivers down his spine.

"Ha... Relax your throat. Don't swallow your saliva."

Leaning against the backrest and looking down, Taegyeom stole a glance at Haewon's face, flushed with blood. A shudder-inducing smile appeared as moisture smeared the corners of his eyes.

"Yoon Haewon. Are you crying right now?"

"Uh, ugh...."

Beneath the twisted smile, tears streamed down Haewon's scrunched-up eyes. Taegyeom barely swallowed a snicker welling up inside him and removed the hand pressing the back of Haewon's head. As if he had been waiting, Haewon coughed violently as he spat out the penis.

"Ugh, hah... Cough...!"

Taegyeom playfully tapped Haewon's cheek with his erect penis, giving him time to catch his breath. Not long after, he grabbed Haewon's jaw, his tear-filled eyes now showing an angry glare. He rubbed the glans against Haewon's lips, but the tightly closed mouth didn't easily open. Taegyeom, with a wicked smile, flicked Haewon's lower lip with the glans.

"Ah... Haeyoung is going to come in. What should we say?"

'Huh? What should we say, Haewon-ah?' Taegyeom smirked and thrust his hips once. The slippery penis brushed Haewon's lips, cheeks, and just below his eyes. A curse suddenly burst from Haewon's gritted teeth as he glared with his damp eyes.

"...Son of a bitch."

"I know. Now, hurry up."

Not missing the slightly parted swollen lips, Taegyeom trapped the glans and stroked Haewon's head with his large hand. Although the struggling appearance wasn't bad, some coercion was necessary. Taegyeom leaned his arm against the backrest, pouted his lips, and whispered loosely.

"Seo Haeyoung is coming in..."

Haewon couldn't see the door from his line of sight. His eyes darted around frantically. Should he just suck it up and get it over with? What should he do? He shouldn't have given in from the beginning. Disgusting. It's so big. His lips hurt.

"Fuck, Haewon-ah."

As the irritated voice fell upon his head, Haewon flinched and involuntarily opened his lips, swallowing the large weapon. The unpleasant flesh touched his tongue, and the bitter taste made him want to gag.

"Eugh, ugh...."

"That's right... Good thinking."

He remained still for now, but he had no idea when the penis would poke his throat and move strangely. Haewon's paralyzed rationality led him to the wrong conclusion: to quickly get this situation over with. He gripped the base and quickly sucked on the penis. He had never sucked another person's penis before, but he wasn't so naive as to not know how to do it. Haewon held his breath and coated the slippery penis tip with saliva.

"Mm, hmmm...."

He sucked on the very tip, rubbing the split end of the glans with his tongue. Taegyeom looked down at the head bobbing back and forth slightly and narrowed his eyes. It wasn't a mistake. Yoon Haewon had a talent not only for taking other's penises in his hole but also for sucking them. Though he still had a lot to learn, it was a shame to stop after just one time.

"Haah... You're doing well."

Taegyeom hid his excitement and the parting of his lips with his palm. It seemed like he wouldn't be bored for a while.

"Haewon... Try sucking harder."

He rubbed Haewon's earlobe and closed his eyes. The sensation of the damp tongue licking the glans thoroughly was nice, but it was too gentle to coax an orgasm. Haewon, wearing a displeased expression, put more force on his lips and sucked in the penis. The sticky sound of flesh being sucked mixed with the lively game background music.

"Eugh, huff..."

Cum already, you bastard. Haewon was getting increasingly impatient as there was no sign of Taegyeom reaching orgasm, and the call was gradually coming to an end. Eventually, Haewon opened his mouth wide, covering his teeth with his lips, and sucked the penis deep into his throat. At the same time, Taegyeom's muscular abdomen trembled.

"Ah... You're so fucking good at this..."

"Ugh, huu...! Ugh..."

Hurry, hurry up and cum... Taegyeom's hand moved to his thigh and trembled. His jaw seemed like it would drop, and his stretched lips were on the verge of tearing. He spat out the slippery penis coated in saliva and quickly licked it up with his tongue. While sucking on the plump glans, he grabbed the base with both hands and shook it. Taegyeom looked at Haewon's actions and opened his mouth wide, then soon let out a hollow laugh.

"Wow, you crazy bastard..."

"Ugh, euh...! Huh..."

Haewon was just in a hurry. This damn penis had to ejaculate quickly. Holding back his rough breath, he didn't rest for a moment and kept using his mouth and hands.

Taegyeom breathed heavily, spreading his legs slightly wider and gently stroking the thin strands of hair. Focusing on Haewon's flushed face and the sticky sounds, the feeling of orgasm soon approached.

"Fuck...!"

"Huh...!"

Taegyeom, who pulled Haewon's hair back, stroked the penis with his hand.

"Ah, stop."

Realizing what was about to happen, Haewon twisted his head to escape, but the grip on his hair was pulled back sharply. Pain shot through his scalp.

"Ah...!"

"Haah..."

Taegyeom ejaculated into Haewon's open mouth. He stroked a few more times, smearing the remaining semen evenly around his mouth. Not only the flushed tongue but also the area around the lips was stained with milky semen. Haewon couldn't bring himself to close his mouth. He wanted to spit out the lukewarm, bitter liquid, but to do so, he had to hold it in his mouth again. He was in a dilemma. Unable to do anything, he rolled his eyes, flustered.

"Ugh..."

"Swallow. Hurry."

Taegyeom released Haewon's hair and closed his agape jaw for him. Even as Haewon, with a tearful face, tried to shake his head, Taegyeom's hand didn't let go.

"Swallow."

Holding Haewon's face with both hands and shaking it, Taegyeom thought for a moment and then pinched his nose with his fingers, blocking his mouth. Out of breath, Haewon squirmed on his bent knees.

"Huh, ugh!"

"Alright. Swallow."

Eventually, Haewon's throat gulped down. Taegyeom bit his teeth hard and held back laughter, watching Haewon's disgusted expression as if he wanted to die. Seo Haeyoung had this good thing next to him but couldn't make use of it, what a stupid bastard. He pinched and gently shook Haewon's cheeks as he retched.

"Ah, so pretty."

"Gah...! Fuck...!"

Haewon desperately wiped his lips with his hands. The unfamiliar taste in his mouth was unbearably disgusting. While Taegyeom hummed a tune and tidied up their clothes, Haewon slumped on the rug, trying to get rid of the awful taste in his mouth. As he kept swallowing the saliva accumulating in his mouth, an outstretched hand suddenly lifted him up onto the sofa.

"Hey, you fuck...!"

Just as he was about to explode in anger, his thigh was firmly pressed down by a large hand.

"Ah. Yoon Haewon really sucks."

The controller that had been pushed away was now gripped in his hand. And the sound of slippers rubbing against the marble floor approached from behind. The sound of fingers brushing against the sofa's backrest, the scent of someone sitting next to him while pushing his shoulder slightly. And the following voice.

"Did you lose?"

"Yeah. Yoon Haewon is all dead. He's not the same guy from the past."

The game over screen had been displayed on the monitor since the moment Taegyeom threw the controller. The dazzling, flashing screen seemed to be either celebrating or mocking their defeat. Haewon swallowed his saliva and fiddled with the controller on his lap.

The smell of semen. It felt so raw... He couldn't lift his head. Worried that the milky semen would flow out if he opened his mouth. And his hand. He had touched that bastard's penis with his hand... As Haewon discreetly wiped his palm on his pants, he was startled when a light touch tapped his shoulder. Seo Haeyoung was too close. Afraid that his breath might smell, he held it in. The eyes, rimmed with black and filled with a dark brown color, met his gaze directly. Seo Haeyoung didn't speak for a moment, then asked with a curious tone.

"Did you cry?"

Haewon blinked his wide-open eyes and quickly looked away.

"Um, um... Because I lost."

"...The game? You cried because you lost the game?"

He nodded his head slightly as it hung low. It was embarrassing, but it was better to say he cried because he lost the game than because Ko Taegyeom's penis had poked his tonsils. Seo Haeyoung looked down at Haewon with disbelief in his eyes, and Taegyeom coughed. The strange excuse had ruined the atmosphere. Taegyeom, who had quickly wrapped his arm around Haewon's shoulder, playfully tapped his cheek.

"Why are you crying? Stop! Our Haewon, stop!"

"Get off me... I'm going to die."

Haewon, with his elbow up, subtly poked Taegyeom's side as he played with his earlobes. Taegyeom, who let out a yelp, began to whine while holding his stomach. Seizing the opportunity, Haewon beat Taegyeom's broad back with an emotionally charged fist before straightening his waist. An itchy sensation from the back of his neck ran down his skin and pulled at the collar of his t-shirt.

"Haewon-ah, what is this?"

Startled, Haewon covered the back of his neck with his palm and sprang up from his seat. Taegyeom, who had been half-lying down after being hit, sensed the strange atmosphere and stealthily glanced around. Seo Haeyoung neatly placed his outstretched hand on his lap and waved something at Haewon, who was showing a hypersensitive reaction.

"Hair."

"Ah..."

It was a short strand of hair that clearly looked painful even though there was just one. Haewon scratched his still-shivering nape with his fingernails and glanced at Taegyeom for a moment. Taegyeom lazily grinned and shrugged his shoulders. Haewon thought that if he could just hit that bastard hard once when he acted like that, he would have no more wishes and swallowed his irritation.

Seo Haeyoung's eyes darted back and forth between the two, completely detached from their mental battle. Taegyeom, who was smirking mischievously, and Haewon, who didn't seem to find his laughter sweet at all. The strangely damp air and the familiar... The rhythmically tapping fingers on the sofa armrest stopped. Seo Haeyoung, with his chin up, smiled by pulling up his lips.

Haewon-ah.

"Eat before you go. You must be hungry."

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The prologue guys

Haewon, who had eaten until dinner, headed to the convenience store as if fleeing. Arriving thirty minutes early, the energy in his pale eyes sparkled like the part-timer's from the previous shift. Haewon didn't even have time to face him properly and say hello before rushing into the restroom in the warehouse. He lifted the toilet cover and buried his head.

"Ugh-!"

Seo Haeyoung's lifeless "eat before you go" was no different from "cook for me." Taegyeom was no better, and although some guys asked if it wasn't annoying, Haewon always enjoyed having meals with Seo Haeyoung. A fridge full of fresh vegetables, meat, fish, fruits, and even desserts. For Haewon, who was not only living alone but also had no money, that fridge was nothing short of a treasure trove. Thanks to Seo Haeyoung, who disliked letting strangers in, the cooking was entirely Haewon's responsibility. It was a joy to feed Seo Haeyoung something, as well as the delicious food made from fresh ingredients.

"Ugh, gulp..."

But today, he had thrown it all up.

He scraped up all the food stuck in his throat while holding the toilet. However, the semen that clung tightly to his esophagus and seeped in didn't reveal itself even after several dry heaves. He flushed the water and rinsed his mouth with tap water. A bitter taste lingered on his tongue.

"Are you okay...?"

Haewon, who was sucking water from his palm into his lips, glanced up at the part-timer fidgeting with his fingers beyond the mirror. The part-timer in a blue vest hesitated, his expression torn between patting Haewon's back or staying put.

"Ah... yes, I'm fine."

"Um, excuse me..."

With wet hands, Haewon passed by the fidgeting part-timer and put on the blue vest.

"You go ahead. I'll take care of it."

"Uh..."

The hesitant part-timer took off his vest and bowed. The convenience store paid a meager hourly wage, and although he continued to work there out of loyalty to the store owner, he had been wanting to quit soon. The persistent smell of food, even with the air conditioning running all day, didn't sit well with him. The food only left him feeling unpleasantly full. The repulsive smell. Haewon endured the rising nausea and bore the tedious hours.

The part-time job ended at 9 AM. He would be home by 9:15 AM.

Finally, after finishing his shift and returning home, Haewon found unfamiliar shoes haphazardly placed at the entrance and pressed his tired eyes.

"Are you back?"

He should have just killed him from the start. Kill him, bury him in the neighboring mountain, get caught, and go to jail. It wouldn't be so bad, considering the uncertainty of what he had to eat to survive anyway. Haewon's face, filled with regret, twisted as Taegyeom approached.

As soon as he took off his shoes, he collapsed onto the floor. Taegyeom, who had soaked up the hot sunlight, tore off his t-shirt in one go and lunged at Haewon like a madman, sucking on his neck. The new lube and condoms he had bought, anticipating they would be used, were already unwrapped. Haewon seized the opportunity to kick Taegyeom's thigh and retreated to the bathroom.

Taegyeom, experiencing this for the first time, unlike the usual skirmishes when Haewon's father returned home drunk, couldn't catch Haewon in time. Haewon entered the chaotic bathroom and leaned against the door with a broken lock, grinding his teeth.

"Why did you come, you bastard! I just sucked you off earlier! Just go away...!"

Taegyeom let go of the spinning doorknob and pushed the door with his shoulder. However, there was no progress because Haewon, inside the door that had to be pushed, was holding it in place. Taegyeom slowly squatted down in front of the door and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Hey, Haewon-ah. What was that earlier... No, yesterday, yesterday."

"Ah, what do you want! You said it would only be once..."

"Once becomes twice, twice becomes three times... That's how it goes, right?"

"You bastard, seriously..."

Haewon, with his forehead on his knees, looked down at the tile that wouldn't get clean no matter how much he wiped. The yellowish tile, with corners chipped here and there, was unsightly. He was really tired. Rubbing his eyes and lowering his head again, Taegyeom resumed speaking.

"It's not a bad thing, right? You enjoyed it, and I enjoyed it."

At first, he was arrogant.

"Haewon-ah. Yoon Haewon. Do you think Seo Haeyoung would thank you for taking care of his asshole so well? Huh? Do you think so?"

Then, he got angry.

"First, let's open up and adjust well."

After that, he sweet-talked. Separated by a single door with irregular wood grain, persuasion and rejection, threats and insults were exchanged.

Haewon occasionally responded to Taegyeom's words, sometimes ignored them, and counted the tiles with intact corners. Then, after about ten minutes, he realized it. He hadn't known until now that there were only a few intact tiles. As soon as he noticed, the door was kicked open. Haewon, who fell forward, didn't push away Taegyeom, who entered the bathroom and took off his pants.

He was tired. The day before yesterday, yesterday, and today—all of them. He was just tired.

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Reminder this is a work for adults also read the prologue

"Ah, huff! Hah..."

"Ha, fuck... I was so turned on yesterday..."

In a small, humble house, in an even smaller bathroom, under a tiny window, Haewon gasped while embracing someone else's neck. Taegyeom, with Haewon's long right leg hooked over his arm, pressed his penis against Haewon. Taegyeom, who wrapped his hand around Haewon's head to protect it from constantly hitting the hard tiles, pushed his waist against the dry hole while pressing the small head against his shoulder. It hurt. Haewon only felt pain from the penis forcing its way into the swollen entrance.

"Ah...!"

"Hey... Give up working at the convenience store. I'll give you money. Uh...?"

Haewon ignored the pathetic words, burying his lips on Taegyeom's damp shoulder. Taegyeom, excited by the heat, also pushed his lower body while cursing. Haewon, who swallowed a scream that almost slipped out, hit Taegyeom's back with his fist.

"It hurts... It hurts, be gentler... Ah!"

"You loved it yesterday... Stop pretending it hurts..."

"Fuck, it really hurts! It hurts, you bastard...!"

Hah. Taegyeom, with a bad mood in his laughter, pulled out his erect penis at once. Just as Haewon spat out a moan mixed with pain, his arm was grabbed and his body was turned around. Haewon, who couldn't keep his balance, grabbed the old, shabby washbasin for support.

"Now...!"

Taegyeom kicked Haewon's right foot. Haewon's foot slipped on the wet tiles and just before falling, Taegyeom grabbed his waist and pressed him down. Haewon, who fell on the washbasin and lifted his head, looked at Taegyeom's reflection in the mirror with confused eyes. Haewon, exposing his back entirely to Taegyeom, who was making a face as if to hit or scold someone, suddenly felt scared.

Drops of water fell from Taegyeom's wet hair, tapping on Haewon's spine. When he exposed his back so defenselessly, he couldn't tell when his nape would be caught. And Ko Taegyeom was an enemy. It wasn't awkward when it was just the two of them, but it wasn't that comfortable either. Taegyeom, who looked frightening for a moment, approached him. The mocking smile on his lips slowly distorted and opened. Eventually, a rough voice that scratched Haewon's throat fell.

"Hold it properly, you little shit. I guess you really don't like it."

Taegyeom awkwardly grabbed Haewon's hand and made him tightly grip both sides of the washbasin. He adjusted his position to avoid hitting his face on the faucet while pressing his back. Haewon shook his head, not knowing what was about to happen.

"Please... don't, ah...!"

Three fingers were inserted at once into the hole, mixed with gel and tap water.

"It hurts, it hurts...!"

The hole, dripping with the thick gel, easily accommodated the three fingers thanks to having swallowed a penis just moments ago. Nevertheless, every time the swollen entrance was touched, a painful sensation shot through him.

Taegyeom, sucking on the nape of Haewon's neck as he held his head down and bore the weight, moved his hand back and forth. Something stirred and shook in the confined, damp space. The sound of squelching and suppressed moans echoed in the small bathroom. Taegyeom used his entire arm to push his fingers in as far as Haewon's body would allow.

"Ugh, ah...! Ah..."

"Does it hurt? Yoon Haewon... does it hurt now?"

It did hurt. His lower abdomen sank and rose, his arms and legs that were holding him up trembled, and his waist twisted involuntarily—all due to pain.

"Ah, ugh... ah...!"

The dripping of slippery fluid from his fully erect penis and the heat rising in his eyes were also because of the pain.

"No... you said it hurts... fuck, why is this happening?"

Taegyeom, rubbing his lips against the smooth shoulder, exhaled hot breaths. Just teasing the writhing inner walls that tightly clenched his fingers was enough to excite him. The panting breaths, the bare feet trying to escape on wet tiles, and the gradually arching spine. Taegyeom didn't stop; he vigorously shook his arm and gritted his teeth.

"Ah...! Ah! Ah... please, just a little...!"

Haewon's arm, which was supporting him on the washbasin, collapsed. He pressed his head against the hard surface and endured the immense pleasure. He couldn't take it anymore. The fingers that had been pounding him with a slapping sound were suddenly pulled out, and immediately, a thick mass of flesh was thrust in. His legs, which had been flailing without finding balance, gave way.
"Ah...!"

Taegyeom, holding his waist with both hands and lifting his collapsing body, moved at the same speed he had been thrusting his hand.

"Fuck, Haewon-ah..."

Haewon's body, impaled on the fully erect penis, shook violently. His mouth wouldn't close. Saliva dripped onto the washbasin. His insides were turned inside out by the thick mass of flesh.

"Ah, ah...! Wait, just a moment...!"

He couldn't stand any longer. His feet slipped on the cold tiles. Barely touching the small mirror's side wall with both hands, Haewon endured Taegyeom's merciless pounding as his lower abdomen pressed against the hard washbasin.

"Ah, ugh...!"

It hurt. It had to hurt. There was no way he could enjoy this without even having had a drink. However... every part that the thick penis grazed as it forced its way in and spread his inner walls emitted a distant sensation. When the thick head of the penis hit a certain spot, his breath caught in his throat. Goosebumps rose on the nape of his neck, and his tense calves trembled.

"Fuck, does it hurt? Is it really painful?"

"Ah, ugh...! Yes...!"

Haewon shook his head violently. Droplets of water from the ends of his hair flew in all directions. It was painful and unpleasant. It was disgusting and infuriating. It had to be. As Haewon's hand slipped more and more with each thrust of his hips against Taegyeom's groin, the sound resembled more of a beating than sex if it weren't for the squelching noise of the gel in the hole.

"Hey... Hae, won-ah."

Taegyeom, gripping Haewon's not-so-slender waist, tightened his hold with both hands. As the pain of his ribs being crushed followed, Haewon's struggle intensified. Taegyeom, not letting go of the strength in his hands as he moved his waist, looked into the mirror and burst out laughing.

"Fuck, are you hard? Huh? You are, you bastard..."

Surprised, Haewon lowered his head to look between his legs. The fully erect penis was dripping with milky fluid as he moved his hips. No, that couldn't be. Shocked, Haewon stared blankly at his swaying penis and entwined legs. Soon, a cry mixed with a scream burst out.
"Ah, ah... Don't, stop it...! You bastard!"

"Ah... That makes me want to do it even more..."

Without easing up at all, Taegyeom pushed his penis in forcefully. Groaning, Haewon pressed his face against the mirror and tightly closed his eyes. His erect penis rubbed against the cold washbasin. His footing gave out.

"Ah...!"

White semen burst out from the tip of his pretty penis and scattered into the washbasin. Bending his waist backward and shivering, Haewon was pulled back by Taegyeom, who wrapped an arm around his shoulder. With his other hand, Taegyeom continued stroking the sensitive penis that had just ejaculated, resuming his thrusts.

"Ah! Ah! Stop! St...stop it!"

Taegyeom exhaled a rough breath while looking at Haewon's face reflected clearly in the mirror. His twisted eyes were soaked with pleasure. From his erect nipples to his tightly clenched buttocks and trembling belly.

It hurt. It felt so good he wanted to die, that crazy bastard.

Actually, he had wanted to do this since yesterday, in Seo Haeyoung's room. No, in that house's hallway. On those stairs. He wanted to press him down with force, threaten him with his weakness, and ride him, pounding into him. He wanted to crush Yoon Haewon in a place where Seo Haeyoung might appear at any moment. He whispered into his flushed ear while shallowly thrusting his hips.

"Haewon... Do you like Seo Haeyoung that much? Would you like it if that bastard did this to you?"

"Ah, ah... Stop, please...!"

Haewon gasped, digging his nails into the back of Taegyeom's hand as he disgustingly rubbed his penis. It felt like something was going to break. Either the hole that Taegyeom had stretched wide open or the penis he was forcing to become erect, one of them.

"Isn't Seo Haeyoung not that nice? Why do you like that bastard... Huh?"

"Ugh, ah...!"

His vision became increasingly blurry. He lifted his legs like a crow's feet, pushed the tiles away, and finally stomped on them while rubbing the back of his head against Taegyeom's shoulder. Every time Taegyeom roughly thrust his hips, it felt like his buttocks were being hit. When the penis forced its way in and widened the contracted walls, sparks of light flickered in his dark vision. It was a pleasure that made him want to die instead.
"Ah, stop... Damn it, Taegyeom, Taegyeom... Please..."

Haewon clung to Taegyeom's arm wrapped around him, pleading. It was torture. The unknown pleasure his penis forcibly awakened, and his body, as Taegyeom said, felt so good it was dying. Everything was excruciating.

"Ah, ugh...! Stop! Stop it...!"

Taegyeom's eyes widened as he looked from Haewon, who was about to cry, to the mirror.

"Wow, shit... Hey, Haewon, ah... Look at that. The mirror."

Taegyeom stopped moving, his mouth twisted into a grin. In the small mirror splattered with semen, Haewon's upper body was reflected clearly. Taegyeom moved the hand that had been shaking the clean penis and rubbed Haewon's firm abdomen. He pulled his hips back and then...

"Ah..."

Pushed it back in all the way. Haewon shivered.

"Ah...!"

"Here, look at my penis..."

The thin belly bulged out. A wave of unimaginable ecstasy hit Taegyeom as he slowly thrust his hips while caressing Haewon's lower belly. It wasn't an illusion. As he pushed his penis in, a faint outline appeared on the white belly.

"Wow... Yoon Haewon, really..."

"Please, please stop... You damn bastard..."

Haewon didn't want to know what Taegyeom was talking about or why he was touching his belly. He just wanted to escape. Haewon wasn't used to the vicious pleasure that their strange sexual encounter brought. Was sex always like this, or was it because of Ko Taegyeom? No matter what, he wanted it to stop. However, Taegyeom firmly held Haewon's shaking body and continued thrusting his hips.

"Ah, just... St...stop it..."

"Ah... Damn, it feels so good..."

As Haewon tried to escape in agony, Taegyeom held onto him, thrusting his hips several times, making up for the time he had waited. He didn't stop until Haewon cried out with tears streaming down his face, over and over again.

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Taegyeom, who was cleaning up the used condoms and torn wrappers, glanced down at Haewon sprawled on the bathroom floor. Haewon, who was breathing shallowly, looked as if he would fall asleep any minute. The area between his legs, resting against the wall, was drenched with sticky fluid, making it glossy, and his thighs were still trembling from the lingering climax. Taegyeom chuckled and kicked the clothes scattered on the floor, which were too wet to wear.

"I should have taken them off before coming in." He shrugged his shoulders and left the bathroom.

"I'm borrowing some clothes."

There was no response from Haewon. Taegyeom returned to the hot room and went to the closet. When he opened it with the creaky handle, he frowned involuntarily.

"What a fussy guy..."

He hadn't noticed it before, but Yoon Haewon was on the thin side. However, he usually wore loose clothes, so there should be something suitable. As Taegyeom rummaged through the neatly arranged clothes, he found a reasonably large piece and sniffed it, holding it under his nose. Instead of a foul smell, a cozy scent filled his nostrils. He suddenly had a pleasant idea.

"Next time..."

Should they try doing it in the closet? The scent was nice. After laying down some clothes, he could put Haewon's widely spread legs on his shoulders. Ah, he'd need to ask Haewon to suck him off first. Yoon Haewon was good at it. Ah, but what about the heat? The bathroom was somewhat cool, but they'd be sweaty again.

As Taegyeom imagined Haewon's crying face, he grabbed the cellphone and wallet he had dropped on the floor. While checking his phone, he raised an eyebrow at one of the piled-up messages. It was a message from Seo Haeyoung, inviting him to hang out because he was bored. Reading the message, Taegyeom called out to the silent bathroom.

"Hey, I'm leaving."

The door closed, and Haewon heard the sound of the lock being engaged from outside. Only then did he manage to swallow his dry saliva and push himself off the floor. He tried to stand up by holding onto the sink, but his hands kept slipping. Since it hurt more when his buttocks touched the floor, he had no choice but to crawl out of the bathroom.

"Ugh..."

He didn't even have the strength to wash himself. Haewon, sprawled on the laid-out blanket, blinked his swollen eyes. Was this what Ko Taegyeom wanted? Thrusting his penis into a friend's ass and shaking it? For how long? How many times would he have to do it before stopping? Until when?

The floating dust particles sparkled in the sunlight. Haewon, who had rolled over, followed the shimmering dust with his gaze. When the dust disappeared like smoke above Seo Haeyoung's laptop, Haewon's thoughts went back to a moment ago.

Isn't Seo Haeyoung that nice?

It was a comment Taegyeom had made while intoxicated by the heat.

Everyone knows. There's nobody who doesn't.

Seo Haeyoung wasn't nice. A person who raised his hand in annoyance couldn't even be considered nice in empty words.

Seo Haeyoung had been swimming for quite some time. Broad shoulders, long muscular arms. Just one proper slap on the cheek could make an average person crumple.

But had he only been swimming? He had tried all kinds of sports, especially those involving beating people. Sometimes, when visiting the gym where Seo Haeyoung exercised, he would watch sparring matches and conclude that he had a strange personality. The friends who went with him laughed and exchanged jokes. They said Seo Haeyoung got excited when hitting people. Come to think of it, Taegyeom was among those friends.

"No, not really."

Seo Haeyoung laughed and took off his gloves when he heard that comment. They were black gloves with white lines. A few months later, the black gloves ended up in the trash. He got tired of them and left.

Haewon's thoughts connected from Seo Haeyoung not being nice to the discarded gloves before dozing off.

Haewon, who woke up from his sleep due to the heat, tried to lift his damp body. The tropical night of summer was far from cool. Though his limbs were sweaty and stretched, he felt better than before. The sticky sensation when his thighs brushed against each other was unpleasant. As he rummaged through the closet, planning to take a quick shower and go to bed, he heard a clanking noise. Haewon quickly looked up and stared at the front door. It was the sound of a key being inserted and turned.
"Who is it, cough..."

A pathetic, out-of-breath voice came out. As he cleared his throat, the key turned a few times without unlocking the door. There was one person who couldn't unlock this door properly. As soon as that person came to mind, goosebumps rose on his naked back.

"Haewon-ah, I can't open this."

Haewon hastily got up and put on clothes. Without even thinking about putting on underwear, he pulled on shorts and a T-shirt.

"Wait a moment! Just hold on!"

"It's so hot..."

It was just as hot inside. In a hurry, he opened the small window and turned the fan on high. The humid and hot wind from outside seeped in. The sound of the key turning mixed with his pounding heart. There was still a mess to clean up.

"Just a moment, a moment!"

For now, he pushed the blanket into a corner and hid the T-shirt rolling on the floor beneath it. Seo Haeyoung always called before coming home, but today he unexpectedly showed up. Gasping for breath, Haewon thought about how he would have been caught with his reddened, exposed buttocks if Seo Haeyoung had opened the door and entered all at once. Sweat beaded on his palms.

He thought he had kept the place clean, but suddenly, the entire house looked like a pigsty. He needed a moment to clean up the house, but the impatient Seo Haeyoung urged him in a drawn-out tone.

"Haewon-ah-."

"I'm coming! Just a moment..."

The smell. Would there be a smell? Eventually, he left the unsatisfactory house and opened the front door after just three steps. As soon as the outside air rushed in, a white bag with a convenience store logo blocked his view.

"Ice cream."

"Uh... Thanks."

Taking the bag with both hands, the cold air seeped deep into his palms. Seo Haeyoung, who didn't even break a sweat despite the heat, pushed past Haewon's blocking shoulder and entered the house. Haewon nervously followed and muttered under his breath.

"I didn't clean... You should've called before coming."

"I thought you might be tired."

Wouldn't it be better not to come if he knew Haewon would be tired? He couldn't understand that way of thinking, but it wasn't that he wasn't happy to see Seo Haeyoung, who brought a pleasant scent with him. He just hoped that Seo Haeyoung wouldn't discover what had happened that morning.

Seo Haeyoung, familiar with the place, took off his shoes and sat down in the living room, enjoying the breeze from the fan. The fine strands of his hair fluttered in the wind, and a subtle breeze blew in Haewon's heart as well. Seo Haeyoung opened his mouth without taking his eyes off the yellow wallpaper.

"Eat that."

"This?"

Haewon looked down at the bag in his hand and peeked inside. It felt strangely heavy, and sure enough, it was full of ice cream. But...

"I don't like this one..."

It was all red bean flavored. There were a dozen long, black red bean ice cream bars, but Haewon didn't want to touch them. He reluctantly took one and put the rest in the freezer. They would probably sit there for a few months.

"Come here."

He called Haewon like a puppy again. Leaning against Seo Haeyoung as he unwrapped the ice cream, Haewon let out a pained noise. He had forgotten that his body wasn't in good shape after moving so suddenly. His buttocks felt sore. He casually layered the blanket he had pushed aside and sat on top of it.

"You came here instead of going on a date."

He grumbled, biting down on the unwrapped ice cream. Wasn't this the perfect time for a date? He didn't understand why Seo Haeyoung was here, just enjoying the fan. Sneaking a glance, it didn't seem like he had come straight from a date. Dressed in comfortable gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt, he looked like he had been lounging at home before coming over. Seo Haeyoung's face was flushed from the heat. He looked pretty. As always, but even more so today.

Halfheartedly licking the surface of the ice cream, Haewon stole glances at Seo Haeyoung. His eyes trailed down to the collarbones that were fleetingly exposed as Seo Haeyoung fiddled with his T-shirt, then he looked away. How pathetic, sneaking looks like that. At that moment, Seo Haeyoung's voice broke through his thoughts and seeped in.
"So, are you telling me to leave?"

At some point, an indifferent gaze had landed on Haewon. He awkwardly lowered his head, still holding the ice cream in his mouth.

"No, there's no need to leave."

He swallowed the useless words that would have conveyed his happiness. Seo Haeyoung, who had a smile on his expressionless face, came closer and sat down right in front of him with crossed legs. Haewon backed away and leaned his head against the wall. It was too close. While Seo Haeyoung stared without looking away, Haewon's eyes rolled around, unable to find a focus.

The piercing gaze on his face was burdensome. If his cheeks turned red, he feared Seo Haeyoung might throw a punch out of embarrassment. Ah. Did he smell something? He wanted to sniff, but it was difficult with Seo Haeyoung's piercing stare.

"...Why?"

As Haewon cautiously asked while gauging the situation, Seo Haeyoung came even closer. Then he asked,

"Does it taste bad?"

"This? It's just red bean flavored."

He looked at the ice cream he had been licking little by little as it melted. The hard ice cream maintained its shape even in the hot weather. He thought it was okay to ask why Seo Haeyoung had bought a whole bag of a flavor he didn't particularly like. He raised his head with a light smile.

"Why this..."

Haewon's gaze slowly fell to the hand that wrapped around the back of his hand. It felt lukewarm. Neither hot nor cold, just a comfortable warmth. The fully spread palm was large enough that a slap from it would make it difficult to regain one's senses.

Why did he hold onto it? His thoughts were a jumbled mess, and even his tongue felt numb, unable to remember what he was about to say.

"Eat it."

"Huh...?"

Seo Haeyoung pulled Haewon's hand and held the ice cream in front of his lips. The fan, set to high speed, made a loud noise as it spun around. Seo Haeyoung's eyes curved into a light smile.

"Ah, try it."

'Ah, try it.'

Taegyeom's lovely voice intruded and blurred the scene. Unlike when his lips were tightly closed, they opened without resistance now. The ice cream brushed past his front teeth, pressed down on his tongue, and entered. Seo Haeyoung fixed his gaze on the opened lips and slowly pushed and pulled the ice cream.

The melted, bulky ice cream went in as far as the base of his throat. He held back the urge to gag and glanced at Seo Haeyoung, whose expression was serious, as if observing something. The strange act was repeated several times as the purple ice cream melted and stained his lips.

As Haewon opened his mouth to accept it, he felt confused. Every time Seo Haeyoung pushed and pulled the long ice cream, something popped into his mind—a much hotter, disgusting, and larger piece of flesh. Could he know about it?

"What are you doing..."

The pronunciation was similar to "what are you doing." He pretended to be calm, but cold sweat ran down his back. He bit down on the wooden stick to block the ice cream's entry. He forced a smile, and Seo Haeyoung finally let go. Haewon, with half of the ice cream left, wiped the sticky residue from his lips with the back of his hand.

"...It's filthy. I need to wash."

He couldn't bear to meet Seo Haeyoung's eyes. As he stood up from his seat with an excuse, a dull pain followed. He carefully straightened his waist and quickly entered the bathroom.

After throwing the remaining ice cream in the trash, he took a deep breath. He unwound the toilet paper, covering the used condom lying in the trash bin. He quickly brushed his teeth and rinsed his hands. When he turned around, there was a bigger problem.

"You bastard..."

Taegyeom's damp clothes were laid out on the tiles. Haewon, holding his forehead, grabbed the pants and top and rolled them up, holding them close to his chest. There was nothing he could do about the wetness seeping through his own shirt. He peeked out of the bathroom to see what Seo Haeyoung was doing, but could only see his broad back.

Haewon closed his eyes and quickly crossed the room to the veranda. In the blink of an eye, he opened the creaking sliding door, threw the clothes into the washing machine, and closed the lid. Having destroyed one piece of evidence, he let out a sigh of relief. As he walked awkwardly back from the veranda to close the door, he met Seo Haeyoung's eyes. Seo Haeyoung smiled innocently and shook something in his hand, making sure Haewon could see it.

"Did you use it?"

It was a condom box with the packaging torn open. Chills ran down his spine. Haewon couldn't even close the door before rushing over and reaching for the box. He snatched the box from Seo Haeyoung and hid it in his hand, only then realizing that he had been breathing heavily. He also noticed that his knee was touching Seo Haeyoung's calf, who was sitting cross-legged.

"Why is this... why is it here..."

Haewon quickly stepped back and muttered awkwardly as he threw the condom box into a low drawer. He rummaged through the drawer unnecessarily to waste time. Though there was no need for excuses between them, guilt pricked him. He had used a condom with another guy while liking this one. Self-loathing surged within him. He was ashamed.

He didn't know why the cicadas that had previously tormented him to sleeplessness were so quiet today. In the tranquil room filled only with the sound of the fan, a soft question seeped in.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Startled, Haewon turned and leaned against the wall, sitting down. He evaded the question by shrugging his shoulders.

"Someone must have left it behind."

Among those who had keys to the house, there were only a few like him. Among them, Ko Taegyeom had left it behind, so it wasn't a lie. He subtly glanced at Seo Haeyoung, who tilted his head and seemed to think for a moment.

"Who came over?"

This was another difficult question to answer. He could have told the truth and said it was Ko Taegyeom, but even during their close high school days, Seo Haeyoung knew he had rarely visited. Haewon quickly went through the list of people with keys and lied.

"...Ju Hyunwoo."

"Ju Hyunwoo? He came to Korea?"

As Seo Haeyoung slightly raised his eyebrows, Haewon hastily nodded.

Hyunwoo, who had gone abroad to study right after high school graduation, was a frequent visitor to the house along with Seo Haeyoung. A few days ago, he had contacted Haewon saying he had come to Korea and wanted to meet up sometime. It was a stroke of luck that the memory suddenly resurfaced. Anxiously, Haewon observed Seo Haeyoung. Then, with narrowed eyes, Seo Haeyoung asked with a bland tone.

Really?

With that one remark, the condom box that had been lying on the narrow floor was no longer a topic of conversation. Instead, an unexpected announcement came.

I'm going to sleep. I'm sleepy.

Haewon hurriedly laid out the bedding on the floor, trying not to show his panic. The freshly-laundered blanket smelled of the fabric softener Seo Haeyoung had gifted him.

"Isn't it too hot... Are you okay?"

"There's a fan."

"Still."

He couldn't understand why Seo Haeyoung would choose to sleep in someone else's warm house rather than his own, where the air conditioning was on all day. As Haewon placed a pillow to one side, Seo Haeyoung rested his head on it. Supporting Seo Haeyoung's waist, Haewon bent down and moved the fan to a better position before returning to his spot. It seemed like his fling with Ko Taegyeom hadn't been discovered. Thankfully, the usually assertive Seo Haeyoung was lying down quietly. It was a relief.

...So was the ice cream thing a joke?

He wasn't sure.

Although Haewon couldn't fall asleep, Seo Haeyoung, who usually dozed off on time, let out a yawn. Haewon covered his mouth with the back of his hand, hiding the twitching corners of his lips. While other people's yawns looked disgusting, Seo Haeyoung's seemed cute even as he yawned.

Turning off the light with a fake cough, Haewon lay down, resting his arm at a slight distance from Seo Haeyoung. He had to sleep with his head on the bare floor because he had given Seo Haeyoung the pillow, but he didn't feel wronged. Haewon, who had been staring at the faint silhouette in the darkness, hesitated before opening his mouth.

"Hey, Haeyoung."

"Huh?"

His response was sleepy. But Haewon couldn't help his curiosity.

"So... the person you're dating? Are you meeting them tomorrow?"
"Ah."

Seo Haeyoung, who had been lying facing the ceiling, turned his body. It was an awkward distance of about three steps, neither too far nor too close. Lying face to face, Seo Haeyoung quietly mumbled while feeling the blanket on the floor with his fingers.

"We broke up."

"...What?"

Haewon couldn't close his gaping mouth. His eyes widened in surprise. The heavy burden on his chest seemed to disappear with just one sentence. After a moment of silence, Seo Haeyoung mumbled again.

"Just kidding."

"Ah..."

Of course. Even though he knew he couldn't take that person's place, he couldn't help but feel disappointed without conscience. But the drowsy voice shook his heart once more.

"No, really. We broke up."

And yet again.

"We got back together. But then we broke up."

It took Haewon a while to realize that Seo Haeyoung was joking, and he let out a deflated laugh.

"What are you saying? Just go to sleep."

Was he really seeing someone? Although he had his doubts, there was no reason for Seo Haeyoung to lie about it. The pale moonlight coming in through the window illuminated Seo Haeyoung's lips. Those beautiful, smiling lips. Haewon sighed lightly and turned his back.

This was nothing short of punishment. The reality of having the person he loved beside him, on the same blanket, but being unable to say anything or make any contact.

As expected, sleep would not come. Haewon tossed and turned for an hour before lying down in the direction where he could hear even breathing. There was Seo Haeyoung, obliviously sleeping. Seo Haeyoung always slept like that. Completely still and lifeless, as if he wouldn't even know if someone picked him up. Once he fell asleep, you had to shake him madly by the shoulders just to barely wake him up.

Haewon, who had been contemplating, closed the distance little by little. Three steps, two steps, one step. Before he knew it, Seo Haeyoung's straight nose was right in front of him. He propped himself up on his elbow and lifted his upper body. He stared at Seo Haeyoung's sleeping face and then, as if bewitched, lowered his head.

He hesitated for a moment in front of the plump lips, then gently pressed his lips against them. A delicate, fragrant breath brushed against his cheek. He just pressed against them, like the day he was caught in secret by Ko Taegyeom.

Five years of unrequited love. As that unrewarded time passed, Haewon's heart also went through countless changes. At first, he thought it was enough just to be by Seo Haeyoung's side. For as long as possible. Then he wanted to hold hands, and after that, he wanted to kiss. After that, he had wet dreams about Seo Haeyoung, and as time went on, he masturbated while imagining Seo Haeyoung. He wanted to kiss, touch, and be touched.

Seo Haeyoung's tightly closed lips parted slightly. Warm, soft breath escaped through the gap. Without realizing it, Haewon tilted his head further and deepened the kiss. He carefully stuck out his tongue and pushed it through the gap. Brushing past the front teeth, a little deeper inside. When his tongue touched the moist, fleshy part, a tingling sensation ran up his forearm.

"Huuh..."

The lewd desire that had been dormant in the back of his mind awoke.

He wanted to do what he did with Ko Taegyeom with Seo Haeyoung. What they did on this floor, where Seo Haeyoung knew nothing. Taking off clothes, pressing their sweaty bodies together, and wildly mixing together like animals. The bathroom was fine, too. Sharing the pleasure of being bent over the sink with Seo Haeyoung. Seo Haeyoung's large hands gripping his waist, red lips brushing his nape, sucking each other's penis...

Shocked by his thoughts, Haewon sat up. The dark guilt descended as soon as he saw Seo Haeyoung's saliva-covered lips.

What a mess... Filthy bastard. It's better to go and die, you idiot.

Haewon got up without making a sound and went to the bathroom. He hurriedly stripped off his clothes and picked up the showerhead. He poured the coldest water possible over his head, starting with his scalp. His lower abdomen cramped up. He sighed, fixed the showerhead, and grabbed his erect penis.

"Huuh..."

He shook his hand while thinking of Seo Haeyoung sleeping beyond the thin wooden door. He leaned his forehead against the cold tile wall and swallowed his moans. At first, he thought of Seo Haeyoung's muscular body, then imagined their bodies overlapping, and after that...

"Hng...!"

The climax came quickly. Haewon stared wordlessly at the thin semen smeared on his palm and forcefully pressed his forehead against the wall. On the verge of climax, he felt like he might cry because of the last instinctive fantasy that had crossed his mind.

The image of Seo Haeyoung's large penis spreading his hole and thrusting inside.

Thud. Thud. He hit his head against the wall hard enough to echo. Filthy bastard.

Haewon, engulfed in self-loathing, distanced himself from Seo Haeyoung and closed his eyes, leaning against the wall. After climaxing several times in one day, his mind felt dazed, as if intoxicated.

Haewon, who had fallen into a light sleep, slightly furrowed his brow. Even in his sleep, he could feel the heat of the tropical night.

"Uh..."

It was too hot, but he couldn't open his eyes. His consciousness floated hazily on the border of sleep. It was like sleep paralysis. The heavy air that pressed down on his arms and legs wasn't unpleasant. If he waited a moment, he could fall into a deep sleep. As he relaxed his body without resisting the pressure, his lower abdomen tingled. The T-shirt that had been slightly exposing his waist rolled up with a rustle.

While breathing regularly and sinking into a deeper sleep, his waist suddenly shuddered. A wet sound of lips parting and coming together was heard. A damp sensation moved around on his left chest. Then, his nipple was sucked into the moist place. The sound of sucking was heard again. Exposed to the warm air, his nipple slowly rose. And again. The quiet touch briefly sucked up his erect nipple.

"Uh..."

It was ticklish. The dream felt so vivid. His left nipple continued to be sucked, while on his right nipple, he felt a sensation as if being tapped by a finger. Haewon, who had been lying straight, let out a weak moan and twisted his body. As he turned over, the irritating sensation disappeared. His furrowed brow smoothed out in comfort.

Haewon, who got up lazily, checked the empty space next to him and rubbed his eyes. He really just slept and left. Pressing down on the unruly hair at the back of his head with his hand, he tidied up the bedding. First, he unfolded the thin blanket that he had slept under, then turned his head with the pillow that Seo Haeyoung had used, and his heart dropped.

On the pillow were a half-used tube of lube and a man's belt that clearly did not belong to Haewon.

[Tell Ju Hyunwoo to take better care of his stuff]

A single text message left by Seo Haeyoung.