BHB 1

Han Yeowon leaned against the wall, his face pale. He looked as if he might collapse if he didn’t hold on to something.

What did I just see…?

He had simply headed to the student department office as usual. Having skipped a liberal arts class, he had plenty of time until his next class and needed somewhere to kill time. He planned to work on an assignment, but as he got closer, faint sounds reached his ears—heavy breathing, gasping as if someone was struggling to catch their breath, and a voice, flushed with urgency, calling out someone’s name.

For any adult, it would have been abnormal not to know what kind of situation those sounds were coming from and what was unfolding beyond the door. Han Yeowon approached the office as if in a trance. The door was firmly shut, but there was a window. It was a window only people over 180cm tall could look through. Male students often gathered there to playfully measure their heights and mock each other. Yeowon, being over 181cm tall, remembered smiling confidently at the others.

In any case, Yeowon turned his gaze through the window and unconsciously let out a tense breath.

“Ugh… ouch! It hurts… go slowly…!”

The scene that unfolded was completely different from what Yeowon had expected to see – a man and woman rolling around together.

“Ah… Taegang… nngh!”

“Be quiet.”

“B-but… ugh.”

“Why don’t you just advertise that we’re fvcking?”

The explicit sexual scene of one person bent over a desk being penetrated from behind was the least of the issues.

The first problem was that the people writhing together were two men. The second problem was that the person being penetrated like a doll was Jeon Chaemin, a senior in their department. And the one casually fvcking that senior was his friend Lee Taegang.

Taegang’s trademark tattoo was visible under the sleeve of his oversized t-shirt. The tattoo covering half his upper body had an intimidating aura at a glance. Lee Taegang gripped Jeon Chaemin’s pale buttocks forcefully with his hand tattooed up to the wrist.

“Ah, it hurts!”

“You like this kind of thing.”

“Ugh, hah, I’m not… ahh!”

“You know what kind of guy I am and still let me do this to you.”

Taegang smiled wickedly as he moved his hips aggressively. When Yeowon saw Taegang’s red, savage d1ck going in and out between the man’s buttocks, he quickly turned his head away.

This is insane.

“I wonder if people know.”

“Taegang… kiss me, please!”  

“That Jeon Chaemin acts like such a slut.”

“Please… kiss me, ngh.”

Yeowon hurriedly left before the conversation ended. His legs were shaking and his stomach churned, but he moved desperately, feeling like he had to get away quickly.

When the gasping sounds faded and he didn’t know where he was anymore, Yeowon stopped and exhaled. Leaning against the wall, he recalled the unbelievable scene he had just witnessed.

Senior Jeon Chaemin was famous in the department for his peculiar vibe, delicate looks for a man, and for attracting more male admirers than female ones. His fine features gave off a sorrowful air that could captivate anyone who saw him.

Han Yeowon had experienced it once too. The first time he saw Jeon Chaemin at a drinking party, he found himself staring blankly at his long, lush eyelashes unusual for a man, skin so pale it was almost transparent, small frame, and faintly sensual smile. How could a man look like that? He seemed to have stared mindlessly, wondering. When their eyes met, he realized he had been rudely staring at him.

Though Jeon Chaemin had a unique aura for a man, Han Yeowon had never thought that senior was gay and slept with men. Judging someone based on appearances alone was something he hated most.

But the problem wasn’t that senior. More importantly, it was Taegang. Lee Taegang. His childhood friend, someone he had grown up bickering and squabbling with since they were seven years old. They were so close that others might think they were brothers. And not just any friend. They knew everything about each other, having seen all sides of one another. They even knew each other’s apartment passcodes, parents, waist sizes, shoe sizes, everything.

As that thought struck him, Yeowon let out a heated breath. He felt like she was suffocating.

Being such close friends, he knew all about Taegang’s dating history too. That’s why it was even more shocking.

Had Taegang been sleeping with men too? Was Taegang gay? No, he’d had countless girlfriends, so was he bi?

And had he not known about this all along? How long had Taegang and Chaemin been like that?

As far as he knew, they had only exchanged a few words in private… no, that’s not right. At a recent department gathering, it was Taegang who took the completely drunk Chaemin home. Had they slept together that night too?

Hundreds of thoughts swirled chaotically in his mind, branching off endlessly. His thoughts spiraled endlessly, and for a long while, Yeowon couldn’t move an inch.

He was in shock. It felt like he had just watched porn starring a friend as close as family. Was that why he was so shaken? Because he had seen his friend in the middle of an intimate act? Was it because the partner wasn’t a woman, but a man?

Was that why he felt so dirty?

Yeowon still leaned against the wall, ran his hands over his face. He had no idea how long he had been standing there. After some time, students began pouring out of the classrooms. Among them were some of his peers and juniors. One of them recognized him and approached with a friendly greeting.

“Oh, Han Yeowon!”

It was Do Yeongjae, who had returned from military service before him. And the group Yeongjae was leading came along too. Yeowon straightened his unsteady body and nodded vaguely, his face still unable to fully conceal his emotions.

“You don’t have class here today. Did you come to see me?”

Yeongjae casually put his hand on Yeowon’s shoulder as he asked. They were similar heights, so they often naturally put their arms around each other’s shoulders.

“I heard you dropped this class, senior. It’s pretty good though.”

One of the juniors, Lim Yoona, asked Yeowon curiously. Come to think of it, this was the elective class he had dropped today. He had taken it because Yeongjae persuaded him it was an easy class, but he canceled it right after hearing the course plan during orientation. Something about love and understanding. It was just an elective where men and women paired up to have fun, but Yeowon despised such awkward things.

“Just. It seemed boring.”

Yeowon answered vaguely and turned away. Yeongjae persistently kept his arm around his shoulder and followed.

“Come to think of it, Lee Taegang didn’t come today either. Did he drop it following you again?”

At the sudden mention of Taegang’s name, Yeowon’s face noticeably hardened. Unaware, Yeongjae continued nonchalantly.

“That guy always follows you around. Even with his mountain-like build.”

“I heard Senior Jeon Chaemin was taking it so I signed up too, but Chaemin wasn’t there either?”

Another female junior in the group chimed in. Yeongjae had naturally included himself in the group he had built up after returning from military service a semester before Yeowon. Despite being a returning student, he was sociable enough to become the class representative, with a wide network. He was good at having fun but also maintained terrifyingly good grades, diligent enough in his studies to be favored by professors.

“Classes like this need lots of good-looking people…”

The female juniors seemed disappointed that all three famous faces had dropped the class.

“Hey, I’m here.”

Yeongjae retorted incredulously to the disappointed juniors, thumping his chest.

“Ha, ha, ha.”

The juniors couldn’t hide their awkward faces and let out uncomfortable laughs at Yeongjae’s brazen words. Their unified laughter, mouths stretched wide and laughing from their throats, meant “How can you compare?” While Yeongjae wasn’t unpopular, he certainly didn’t measure up to the others in their eyes.

Jeon Chaemin had been famous since entering school, and Lee Taegang made an enormous impression as soon as he entered, not just with his towering height of over 190 cm and a physique resembling that of foreign rugby players, but also with his aristocratic looks.

His sharp eyes and high nose bridge visible from afar gave off a cold handsome vibe, but his eyes that curved slightly when he smiled and the single deep dimple created a completely opposite atmosphere. While Chaemin had prettier looks, Taegang exuded a refined beauty that showed he had grown up well-bred. As if he were a sculpture that the creator had poured all their strength and passion into creating for the first and last time.

That’s why there were countless juniors, classmates, and seniors who secretly admired Taegang. Whenever Taegang got a girlfriend, several people would change their profile pictures and status messages to something emotional, as if they had been dumped. Not just that. He had heard through the grapevine that there was even a separate group for those who had been rejected by Taegang without even confessing.

Sometimes Yeowon thought Taegang might be more famous than the celebrities and singers invited to festivals.

Yeowon, who was always by his side, was used to this kind of attention. The stares and interest they attracted while walking together, the frequent invitations to join tables when they went out for drinks—these were things he had been dealing with since their school days, and they no longer surprised him.

“Aren’t you eating lunch with Taegang today?”

Cha Jeongyeon, one of the chattering juniors, asked. Lost in thought, Yeowon hesitated for a moment before answering coldly.

“Who knows. He can eat whenever he wants.”

The unusually cold response caused everyone’s eyes to widen in surprise. They had only asked because the two were always together at lunchtime, but there was something off about Yeowon’s mood  today.