BHB 28

Yeowon approached the naked man, his eyes blazing with anger as he demanded answers. Taegang merely smirked in response.

“Get out,” Taegang said coolly.

“Tell me. What else don’t I know?” Yeowon pressed, his voice tight with frustration.

“You’d be better off leaving,” Taegang warned, his tone deceptively casual.

“Stop dodging the question,” Yeowon snapped.

“I’m saying this for your own good,” Taegang replied, his voice dripping with false concern.

“I’m naked here,” he added, as if that should explain everything.

Yeowon furrowed his brow, glaring at Taegang as if to say ‘So what?’

“This is my house, my room,” Taegang continued, gesturing behind Yeowon. “And right behind you is my bed.”

Realization dawned on Yeowon’s face as the implications of Taegang’s words sank in. His eyes widened, his jaw clenching as he fought to maintain composure. Even though Taegang was simply looking at him, Yeowon felt a chill run up his spine, starting from his core.

“You… even at a time like this…” Yeowon muttered, his voice trembling slightly.

“See? You really don’t know anything,” Taegang said, his voice eerily calm despite the charged atmosphere.

The tension in the room was palpable as Taegang continued, “If you provoke me even a little bit here…”

Yeowon remained silent, frozen in place.

“You have no idea what I might do to you,” Taegang finished, his words hanging heavy in the air between them.

Yeowon’s silence spoke volumes.

“That’s why you came crawling in here, because you don’t know,” Taegang taunted, flicking Yeowon’s chin provocatively.

The gesture was disturbingly alluring, as was the sight of Taegang’s damp, curly hair brushing his shoulders. He was deliberately provoking and stimulating Yeowon, who couldn’t hide the tension etched across his face. Taegang noticed immediately, a crooked smile playing at his lips.

“That’s right, stay on edge,” he urged, his gaze intense and unwavering. “Be tense, be conscious whenever you see me.”

As Taegang took a step closer, Yeowon visibly recoiled, unable to mask his discomfort at the heat radiating from Taegang’s skin. This was unfamiliar territory – this atmosphere, this tension. It was something he had never experienced with his friend before. Who could have imagined that?

“Do you really want to sleep with me?” Yeowon asked, his brow furrowed in disbelief. “Is that what you’ve been thinking all this time?”

Instead of answering, Taegang fixed Yeowon with a cold stare, a stark contrast to the heat emanating from his body.

“I don’t understand,” Yeowon said, shaking his head in bewilderment. “Do I look like that kind of person to you?”

Yeowon pressed on, clearly struggling to comprehend the situation. He massaged his temples as if nursing a headache, his eyes narrowed in confusion.

“We’ve known each other for how years now?”

Taegang remained silent, his face an unreadable mask.

“You’ve dated so many women. You’ve had plenty of girlfriends,” Yeowon continued, his voice tinged with desperation.

Still, Taegang said nothing.

“Okay, let’s say you’re into men too. But me? You have those thoughts about me?”

Their relationship had always been uniquely close and intimate. Yeowon had always thought that even if they both got married someday, they would remain each other’s guardians. After all, their actual parents were practically nonexistent in their lives.

Yeowon had been angry with Taegang and hadn’t planned on forgiving him easily. He had a vague trust that if he held out long enough, Taegang would eventually give in and let him win, as he always did. But this time was different. Taegang truly seemed intent on changing the nature of their relationship.

This time, Yeowon realized he had lost. If their relationship truly soured, if he and Taegang drifted apart, he would have no one left. He was the one who clung to this relationship more than anyone. With a heavy sigh, Yeowon ran a hand over his face, relenting.

“Just stop this, Taegang,” he pleaded.

Taegang remained silent, his gaze unflinching.

“I don’t understand why you’re suddenly acting like this…”

Still no response.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for saying thoe things, for being an asshole. There, happy now?”

Taegang’s silence was deafening.

“And you wanting to… sleep with me, fine. I guess that could happen… since you’re into guys too. But come on, how long have we known each other? It’s been nearly twenty years. We’ve known each other since we were seven.”

Yeowon’s words came out in a jumble, his thoughts clearly struggling to align. He was desperately trying to convince Taegang, to make sense of the situation. He continued, almost as if talking to himself:

“And you’re saying you have those thoughts about me? After all these years we’ve spent together? You’re just messing with me now, right? You’re just getting back at me for how I acted about you and Jeon Chae-min. That’s it, isn’t it?”

As Yeowon’s frantic words trailed off, his wrist was suddenly seized in a vicious grip. Before he could react, he was thrown onto the bed, the unexpected attack leaving him defenseless. As soon as his back hit the soft mattress, Taegang’s large frame loomed over him, pinning his hands down.

“Getting back at you?” Taegang’s voice was low, dangerous.

His grip was so tight that Yeowon’s skin turned pale where blood couldn’t circulate. Yeowon bit his lip, struggling futilely against Taegang’s immovable hold.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Yeowon shouted, panic rising in his voice.

Taegang guided Yeowon’s captive hand towards his center. As Yeowon’s fingers made contact with Taegang’s exposed groin, devoid of even a towel, he frantically tried to pull away. The shock of the touch sent a flush of heat to the tips of Yeowon’s ears, his face a picture of disbelief and horror.

In that moment, Taegang’s face descended until it was mere inches from Yeowon’s.

“Can you feel it?” Taegang’s breath ghosted over Yeowon’s face, carrying the scent of recently smoked cigarettes and shower cologne. Yeowon swallowed hard, audibly, as a wave of tension crawled up his spine, beading sweat on his skin.

“Just from the touch of your fingertips, I’m like this,” Taegang murmured.

“You’re really fucking insane…” Yeowon managed to choke out.

“Want me to show you?”

Taegang inched closer on his knees, bringing his swollen center near Yeowon’s face. Without hesitation, he grasped himself, beginning to stroke as Yeowon watched, paralyzed, trapped between Taegang’s legs. More accurately, Yeowon was forced to witness Taegang pleasuring himself, using Yeowon’s frozen form as fodder for his desires.

“Ah…” Taegang exhaled, his breath already heated.

The size in Taegang’s large hand was intimidating. Though they had showered together before and seen each other naked at the bathhouse many times, this felt entirely different. It was as if Taegang’s arousal had become a weapon, both threatening and stimulating.

 “Ugh,” Yeowon grunted, uncomfortable.

Taegang’s gaze as he looked down at Yeowon was like something viscous and sensual. It was a look filled with lust and depravity. Taegang was clearly aroused by the sight of Yeowon beneath him. Overwhelmed by the shame and embarrassment of becoming such an object of desire for his friend, Yeowon turned his head away, unable to bear the sight.

“Where do you think you’re looking?” Taegang growled.

“Ungh,” Yeowon grunted as Taegang roughly grabbed his chin, forcing him to face forward again. The gentleness was gone from Taegang’s demeanor, replaced by something almost cruel.

“Stop this,” Yeowon pleaded.

“Look at me properly,” Taegang demanded.

“You’re really insane,” Yeowon spat.

“You wanted to see, didn’t you?” Taegang taunted.

“When did I ever-!”

Taegang tightened his grip on Yeowon’s face. His nonchalance in the face of what he was doing shocked Yeowon even further. The brazenness was beyond words. The lustful gaze bearing down on him, the clear sound of flesh against flesh – it all combined into a scene that was excessively intimate and terrifyingly sensual.

“Almost…” Taegang groaned, a lewd smile playing on his lips as he panted heavily.

It was rare to hear Taegang’s voice so breathless, causing Yeowon to swallow dryly in response. It felt like watching forbidden pornography – pornography starring his close friend, no less. The thought that he might never be able to look at his friend the same way after this was overwhelming.

“Look at me,” Taegang demanded, his voice thick with desire.

It was a tone Yeowon had never heard before – desperate, yearning. Yeowon found himself staring at Taegang, entranced despite himself.

He couldn’t look away. It wasn’t just because Taegang was holding his face in place. The sight of that large body, that impressively sized penis being stroked, was truly beyond anything he had ever imagined. He couldn’t even close his mouth, shocked into disbelief at the scene unfolding before his eyes. Although it felt sinful just to watch, he found himself unable to tear his gaze away. The sense of taboo only added to the mesmerizing quality of the spectacle, filling Yeowon with self-loathing.

“Ungh… Han Yeowon…” Taegang groaned, tilting his head back, veins standing out on his neck.

He quickened his movements, calling out Yeowon’s name as if begging. Once again, Yeowon swallowed involuntarily. An unquenchable thirst seemed to close his throat. This was more explicit than any adult film he had ever seen, and it was making his head spin.

“Nngh!”

With a final, powerful stroke, Taegang aimed the tip of his penis at Yeowon’s face. Yeowon’s face drained of color in an instant. He looked up at Taegang with disbelief, but Taegang’s face was contorted with a kind of ecstasy, as if he had been waiting for this moment. With a groan, he reached his climax. Pearly white fluid rained down on Yeowon’s face. The pungent smell and sticky substance covered his eyes, the bridge of his nose, his lips. Taegang’s soft panting could be heard in the aftermath.

“Hah…”

Taegang caught his breath, whispering lowly.

“How was that?”

Taegang smiled coldly, gently wiping away the fluid from Yeowon’s eyes with an oddly tender touch. Yeowon lay frozen, his face defiled, seemingly having forgotten how to breathe.

“Still think I’m just getting back at you?” Taegang asked, his voice laced with dark amusement.

Yeowon could almost taste the bitterness in his mouth. The hot, pungent taste of semen. The disturbingly erotic taste of a man who had been his close friend for over a decade.