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"Aaahh... Right there!" he screamed as I pounded hard on his sweet spot "San-aaaah" his moans were triggering me.

"Close?" I panted without stopping my movements.

"Y-yes!" he cried out "Don't stop!" and I didn't.

I felt his hole clenching around my dick and then a wet explosion on my abs, I kept thrusting at an irregular pace searching for my orgasm. He was shivering, his legs trembling for the overstimulation.

"S-saaaaan, p-please..." he moaned looking at me with teary eyes.

"Almost!" I groaned feeling the knot on my stomach getting tighter.

I kissed him passionately while my cum filled his insides "Mmmhh... Woo..." I moaned in the kiss, my fingers interlacing with his locks.

I was exhausted and I almost crushed above him as I tried to support myself on my forearms. I came out followed by a white stripe of semen and a little moan leaving Wooyoung's mouth.

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I layed next to him, my right arm sliding under his neck while the left one hugged him around his waist, bringing him closer to me. While he moved adjusting himself against my body I noticed his pained expression.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked worried.

"Mmh?" he stared at me with a confused look on his face "Oh, no! I really enjoyed it" he giggled, "I'm just sore from work"

It had been a few weeks since he started the job at the construction site and I wasn't happy at all, but I didn't want to fight so I just kept it for myself. He was working almost every night, coming back just at dawn with an exhausted face. Dark circles started to show around his eyes and I could tell that he lost weight. I was sick worried, but I knew there was nothing I could do to stop him.

"Don't overdo it, please" I caressed his cheek softly and he leaned on my hand even more "I'm worried for you!"

"Don't be, I'm okay" he mumbled, he's eyes already closing for the tiredness.

"You don't look okay, Woo" I tried to sound calm while I kept brushing my fingers against his smooth skin.

"San-ah!" 

"I know, I know!" I stopped him, before he could get irritated, "It's just that I'm leaving in couple of weeks and I want you to be safe while I'm gone. Are you sure you can't ask for a holiday?" I tried one last time, even tho I knew I wouldn't like his answer.

"We already talked about it. I can't, I'm sorry Sannie! I'll be all right, don't you worry! Just go and do whatever you need, I'll be waiting for you here"

"It's going to be two long months..." I sighted.

"I'll call you! Now let me sleep, I'm so tired!" he closed his eyes once again and he snuggled against my body.

I kissed his head, taking in all his porfume, and I though 'I will miss you like crazy' but I didn't say it.

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In the end it took me just a bit more than a month to close all the businness that I had in South East Asia and I was on my way back from Hanoi to Seoul. Even if we tried our best I could hear from Wooyoung just one or two times a week and the fact that he was working while I was free and viceversa didn't help us. The last ten days had been so busy that I couldn't call him at all, but the wait was worth it since I could finish everything almost three weeks in advance. 

When I landed I found Jongho waiting for me. I didn't bother asking him how work things had gone during my absence, I knew he was good and I trusted him, instead I asked him if Woo had been well.

"I haven't heard much from him , I know he hasn't been at the worksite in over a week"

"You serious?" I didn't like the idea of him working there, but I knew how stubborn he could be and he wasn't one to quit, not like this.

"Yep. He probably just got tired!"

"Mmmh" I nodded, my worry becoming real.

When we got to my apartment Jongho helped me to take my luggage upstairs, I opened the door and called Wooyoung's name, letting him know that I was back.

"He's not here!" Jongho stopped my excitement "He said that he couldn't live here without you, and went on something like 'the house is too big, makes me feel lonely' or I don't know what so he went back to his school"

I nodded "Thanks for the help! I'll call you later"

"What? No, you have a meeting, did you forget? That British dude who was interested in that car..."

"Reschedule it! I have things to do!"

"Is this about Wooyoung?" he looked pissed.

"What if it was?"

"San-hyung, he's just a fling! You can't loose this meeting, good businness can come out of it!"

"He's not a fling, Jongho!" I yelled "I don't give a shit about cars and businness, just reschedule!"

"You know you can't be with him forever, right? Your parents want to see you married with a nice girl and the last time I checked Wooyoung is nothing close to a nice girl"

"Jongho, please..." I just wanted him to leave.

"Fine! I'm just worried about you, hyung!"

"You don't need to worry, I know what I'm doing!"

When he left I rushed to the bag where I had my phone and I called Wooyoung, but his phone was off. So I dealed Hanyang campus number, maybe because of spring break had just finished but they left me waiting for so long that I felt like my anxiety could have eaten me alive, when a girly voice finally picked up I felt my heart jump. I asked her to pass me the room number 815, the one I knew Wooyoung stayed in. She left me on hold. I could feel my heart racing. After five minutes the same girl's voice came back saying that nobody picked up and that probably everyone left for the holidays and didn't come back yet. I hung up, took my car keys and rushed out of the apartment.

In few minutes I was in front of the University. As soon as I walked into the dorm number eight, I came across a stench that I hadn't felt in a while and that reminded me of my college years. The light was low but I could find the room 815. I knocked repeatedly but nobody answered. I tried again. Nothing. A little disappointed, I lowered the handle without conviction, ready to turn around and leave, but to my surprise the door opened, it wasn't locked! The room was shrouded in almost total darkness and ghostly silence. Thanks to the little light that penetrated from the open door, I glimpsed the four bunk beds that occupied most of the room and the long central table. Suddenly I thought I saw someone lying in the lower bed under the window. A wave of terror came upon me that I hardly dared to go on.

"Wooyoung! Wooyoung!" I called in an anxious tone, hoping to receive answer, but in vain.

I was paralized. Making an immense effort to try to control the fear I approached the bed. It was him. I was sure even with the dim light. I've never felt such fear in all my life. I stretched out a trembling hand to touch his face: he was burning. He wasn't cold, as I expected instead. I looked for his hand and touched his wrist: his pulse was weak but fast, too fast. I wanted to lift him but I couldn't, so I rushed to the corridor shouting.

"Is anybody there? Any students? Please! Help!"

"Yah! What's all the yelling for? Chill!" two heads came out of a room.

"Please, help me! I need to get a boy to the hospital!"

They helped me to lift Wooyoung while murmuring among themselves "Which class is he from?"

"Class A. Architecture. He didn't go home"

"Oh, is the one with all those fine clothes. I think he has relatives in Seoul" after that they raised their head looking at me "Are you his relative?"

"Ehm... I'm his older brother" I lied.

It was evening already, but the emergency room was still full of people. The doctor, a young girl with glasses, was visiting Wooyoung.

"Why did you wait so long to bring him here?"

I panicked, fearing that it was too late for him. To see his eyes clenched, his lips bloodied and chapped, I just couldn't control myself. I took Wooyoung's hand and I started sobbing. The doctor gave me a puzzled look and I had to explain myself even if I didn't want to.

"H-he's my younger brother. If he dies w-what will I tell to my parents?"

She understood and explained in a sympathetic tone that high fever and delirium were most likely due to an infected tonsil and that a serious dehydration was underway. As she spoke to me her eyes stared unceasingly at Wooyoung's pale face. 

I didn't sleep that night. I stood at Wooyoung's bedside all the time rubbing him with a damp cloth trying to bring down his fever. I was studying his face, listening to his rapid and irregular breath, watching the liquid drip that fell drop by drop. The doctor kept measuring the temperature every half an hour. It went on until five in the morning, when she told me that the fever had dropped to thirty-eight and that Wooyoung was out of danger. Suddenly I felt reanimated and exhausted at the same time, and my eyes closed...

A/N

I wanted to publish this one way sooner but my week has been so busy. I hope you liked it! Vote and comment please ❤️