GBH 132

On the rumpled bedsheets, Se-kyung was lying on his side, long and languid. The harsh wind reached the bed, causing Se-kyung’s dick to half-shrink, but mottled marks of feverish heat remained on his neck. Moreover, his disheveled hair and red, swollen lips evoked the act that had just taken place, making it impossible for Song Yi-heon to treat Se-kyung casually.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and sat on the edge of the bed, then,

“…”

When Se-kyung didn’t say anything, he subtly shifted his hips closer to Se-kyung. He knew he was at fault for unilaterally stopping when he was so excited, so he couldn’t make excuses and just watched him carefully. He took Se-kyung’s hand, which was lying carelessly on the bed, and subtly intertwined his fingers. Se-kyung met his eyes and smiled faintly.

“Did you reject me?”

It wasn’t meant as blame, and he tried to ask it in a light, joking tone, but it only emphasized his disappointment. Song Yi-heon took Se-kyung’s hand and kissed several of his fingers, then bit the tip of his index finger like a puppy nipping.

“Do you think I’d reject you? You of all people?”

It was embarrassing to stay angry when the usually gruff Song Yi-heon was being so affectionate and flirty.

Se-kyung resolved his disappointment by wrapping an arm around Song Yi-heon’s hips from behind. He lifted the hem of Song Yi-heon’s sweatshirt and playfully rubbed his nose against his bare waist, tickling him, and the awkward atmosphere began to melt away. Se-kyung’s lips, which had been tracing his waistline, slid down and bit the elastic band of his sweatpants with his teeth.

Song Yi-heon pushed Se-kyung’s hand away and frantically raised his eyebrows.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I’ll do it for you.”

Before he could even ask what he meant, Se-kyung pulled Song Yi-heon’s hips, drawing him closer, and buried his head between his thighs. Even through the sweatpants, the moment the hot breath touched him, his dick, which he had barely calmed down, threatened to rise again, and Song Yi-heon was horrified, grabbing his waistband.

“T-the housekeeper is downstairs.”

“She went out with your mother.”

Before Se-kyung came upstairs, Mrs. Seo-san had given Song Yi-heon strawberries to eat and was getting ready to go out with Song Min-seo. They were going to the department store and the underground food market, so they wouldn’t be back soon. Song Yi-heon knew this perfectly well, but he still clung to his waistband, so Se-kyung rubbed his cheek against his thigh, subtly coaxing him.

“You can just receive. I want to do it for you.”

All his efforts to cool down in the cold wind were in vain, and his dick instantly became erect. Song Yi-heon stared blankly as Se-kyung tried to bite his dick through the sweatpants. Just before Se-kyung’s open mouth touched his dick, he barely regained his senses and pushed Se-kyung’s face away with his palm.

“N-no way!”

Rejected for the second time, Se-kyung couldn’t hold back anymore. He rubbed his face where he had been pushed and sat up, turning away to suppress his disappointment. He asked Song Yi-heon, who was flustered and unable to do anything because of his hard dick, with as little emotion as possible.

“Is it because I’m a guy?”

From the moment they became each other’s only existence, gender had become meaningless. Se-kyung knew that too. But when he was with Song Yi-heon, who was horrified at the mention of going to a hotel and startled and pulled away at any contact beyond kissing, he couldn’t help but doubt, making all the time they had spent together feel meaningless. Were they really dating because they loved each other?

He didn’t want to doubt their love, so Se-kyung blamed Song Yi-heon’s rejection on his gender. Sensing the resentment mixed in Se-kyung’s moist, dark eyes, Song Yi-heon ran a hand over his face.

“No, it’s not that.”

Even as he said it, it was absurd. Not just today, but Se-kyung had subtly hinted that he wanted to do it, and Song Yi-heon had consistently refused. Even today, Song Yi-heon had gotten hard twice and then pushed Se-kyung away like he was a bug, stammering and unable to make a proper excuse.

“You don’t know… there’s just something like that.”

Gender or age difference wasn’t the problem. Choi Se-kyung was so pretty that he got a hard-on even though he was a guy, and he was so mature that the age difference wasn’t noticeable. On days when Song Yi-heon came back from a date with Se-kyung, he had to jerk off in the shower before he could fall asleep.

The reason he didn’t go beyond kissing was simple. It was because Se-kyung was too pretty. Not only was his face and body beautiful, but everything he did was so lovely, and he would sometimes unexpectedly confess his love, melting his heart. Se-kyung was too precious.

Just like the clever god Ji-soo had heart eyes when she saw Song Yi-heon’s old-man antics, Song Yi-heon had a hard time holding back a beaming smile at Se-kyung’s reactions, which he used to grind his teeth at, calling them fox-like.

Anyway, Song Yi-heon couldn’t bring himself to top Se-kyung because he was too pretty and precious. He might be able to handle being on the receiving end, but the problem was that his soul had lived as a heterosexual for so long that he couldn’t easily make up his mind.

He was reaching his limit with jerking off using Se-kyung as his ‘side dish,’ so he would have to make a decision soon, but at least not today.

“Come here.”

He reached out to soothe Se-kyung, but Se-kyung had turned his back coldly. As if he wasn’t going to give in easily this time, he only glanced back over his shoulder and didn’t take his hand. The problem was that it looked so sulky and pretty that Song Yi-heon hugged Se-kyung from behind.

“Se-kyung-ah.”

“…”

“Choi Se-kyung.”

Tender kisses flowed down his neck and lingered on his nape. The warm lips touching his skin playfully teased him. Se-kyung was annoyed at Song Yi-heon, who only acted soft when he was at a disadvantage, but he lost again today.

He knew that Song Yi-heon wouldn’t change his repertoire and would use the same trick because Se-kyung always gave in, but he couldn’t help it. It was only natural that the person who loved more would lose. Se-kyung thought that and couldn’t complain anymore, so he sought out Song Yi-heon’s lips and kissed him.

Every time their lips overlapped and blood rushed back to his dick, the cold wind from the open window cooled the lewd atmosphere. Later, they were so cold that they covered themselves with a blanket and kissed. They playfully exchanged innocent pecks that lightly touched and parted.

The playful kisses soon ended because Se-kyung’s phone, which had been thrown on the bed, vibrated several times. It was an alert that several messages had arrived, so Se-kyung picked up his phone, wondering if something had happened. 

Song Yi-heon didn’t like anyone else intruding them in bed, so he asked, “Who is it?”

The messages that had come in a row were all from one person. The sender’s heart was probably impatient, sending them several times, but the matter wasn’t urgent.

“Ji-soo wants to have dinner and see a movie.”

“Dinner? Movie?”

“She said she was sad that we just parted in the morning.”

She might be sad since they hadn’t seen each other in a while. Song Yi-heon would normally be happy to call Ji-soo out for a movie, dinner, drinks, and so on to catch up, but that was only possible before Ji-soo had completely taken over Se-kyung’s winter wear.

“Hey, why is she…” Song Yi-heon was about to get annoyed right away, but he bit his lip. 

Just as Choi Se-kyung was Song Yi-heon’s, the winter wear that Se-kyung carried around was also Song Yi-heon’s, but Ji-soo had taken it without permission, making him feel like he had been robbed. But he couldn’t be jealous of a young girl, so he just seethed inside.

Se-kyung, who couldn’t have missed the annoyance that Song Yi-heon had briefly shown, made a tempting offer.

“Should I not go?”

“No, go. What do you want to eat for dinner? Is there a movie you want to see?”

If he refused, it would be like admitting that he was jealous of a young girl, so Song Yi-heon acted cool and made plans. They were just going to see a movie and then part ways, so what could happen? 

Song Yi-heon nonchalantly chose a movie poster from the screen that Se-kyung held out.

* * *

In February, the days were short, and darkness fell on the streets at 5 p.m. However, night came much later, and the cold, dark streets were lit by the neon signs of the shops, and warmth spread from the steam emitted by the street vendors.

Ji-soo arrived first at the meeting place, a sportswear brand store at the intersection. She checked her face in a small hand mirror to make sure her carefully applied makeup hadn’t smudged, and checked her reflection in the spa brand clothing store’s window. The short skirt suited her long, straight legs well.

Her shapely legs were a body part Ji-soo was confident about, so on days like today when there was a boy she wanted to impress, she always wore a short skirt. She had almost frozen to death wearing a skirt in the early morning, and she had hesitated to wear a skirt again, but in the end, she chose a short skirt. It was a choice that was only possible for a lively twenty-year-old.

Alright, perfect.