GBH 131

“Who’s this? Who’s this young lady we haven’t seen before?”

“Ah, it’s my daughter. She said she wanted to watch.”

“Is this Director Shin’s daughter? The one who got into a university in Seoul?”

“Hello!” Ji-soo stood up and greeted them cheerfully as the adults approached. 

The uncles surrounding the bench began complimenting Ji-soo in earnest.

“Wow, that’s impressive. Getting into a university in Seoul.”

“Tell me about it. Do you know how much we spent on her academies? It broke my back. But she’s smart like her mother, so she got into a university in Seoul.”

“My, what a filial daughter.”

“She says she’s in the same class as Yi-heon. That’s why she came to see her friend today.” 

Ji-soo’s father, as the early morning soccer club director, had only half-listened to her in the car, but when it came to the real thing, he delivered his lines naturally as Ji-soo had instructed.

“What? You’re school friends with Yi-heon? Oh, then you must be friends with Se-kyung too.”

Amazed at this coincidence, the middle-aged men pushed Song Yi-heon, who had been in the back, towards the bench.

“Our Mr. Song is still a high schooler! I keep forgetting! The way he talks, he seems like he’s my age.”

“I’m an adult now, hyung-nim.” Song Yi-heon, dodging a hand trying to pat his head like an eel, stood in front of Ji-soo. 

Just as she had greeted the adults brightly and boldly, Ji-soo waved at Song Yi-heon too. “Yi-heon, how have you been?”

“…”

However, Song Yi-heon didn’t greet her back. It was because he was biting the tip of the index finger of his glove to take it off. As if the thick winter glove wasn’t coming off easily, Song Yi-heon raised his chin with the end of the glove in his mouth. It seemed like he was taking off his glove slowly, but his eyes were scanning Ji-soo.

From head to toe, the blanket and earmuffs Ji-soo was wearing, the scarf, the hot pack in her hand, and even the lid of the thermos on the bench, he examined everything before Song Yi-heon spat the glove out of his mouth.

“How have you been?”

“Good. I heard you got into university. Se-kyung told me-“

Whatever Ji-soo was chattering about after that, Song Yi-heon couldn’t hear. The items she was wearing were things Se-kyung usually packed for him. Seeing someone else using them made his insides twist strangely, made him stand with his weight on one leg, and made a sense of hostility like, ‘Oh, really?’ stir within him.

…He probably just lent it to her because it’s cold. Song Yi-heon tried to think of it as nothing. Feeling jealous of a young girl was too pathetic.

He tried to redirect his anger towards Choi Se-kyung who had lent those things when the early morning soccer club director called Se-kyung.

“Se-kyung, you should play a game too!”

“Should I?” Choi Se-kyung, who always declined politely, stood up. He rotated his ankles, stretched lightly, and jogged in place to warm up.

“Se-kyung, do your best!” Ji-soo volunteered to hold Se-kyung’s long padded coat and cheered him on. 

Now that Se-kyung had agreed to help her, she felt a sense of camaraderie as teammates and even patted Se-kyung’s back encouragingly.

And there was one man watching the two of them with a complex expression.

The cold weather outfit that Song Yi-heon would normally wear, the way they were sitting on the bench cheek to cheek, the casual physical contact.

Song Yi-heon crossed his arms in addition to standing with one leg forward. His face, pale as wax with only his cheeks flushed, showed subtle traces of annoyance he couldn’t openly express. Somehow, the appearance of his classmate was nothing but irritating.

* * *

After returning home from the early morning soccer club, Song Yi-heon would make up for his lack of sleep. Taking a hot shower to relax his muscles and then diving into bed as if burying himself created perfect conditions for deep sleep. Though he used to suffer from insomnia, his sensitive body now slept soundly unless an alarm went off or someone woke him.

“Mmm…”

Song Yi-heon, who had been sleeping soundly, woke up slightly to the presence of someone climbing on top of him. They didn’t put their full weight on him, just casting a shadow. He frowned briefly at the coldness touching his lips, but as soon as he identified what the cold thing was, dimples automatically appeared on his cheeks.

Se-kyung, with a strawberry between his teeth, had climbed on top of him and was rubbing it against his lips.

Even his actions are cute. Song Yi-heon chuckled sleepily and parted his lips. The strawberry Se-kyung had cut in half rolled into his mouth. His body, warm under the cotton blanket, gladly accepted the cool strawberry.

He had meant to just give a light kiss and get up, but their tongues intertwined sweetly along with the fruit juice. Now that he had learned to control the intensity, Se-kyung gently explored Song Yi-heon’s mouth and then roughly scraped his palate.

His teasing tongue movements were quite stirring. Song Yi-heon wrapped his arms around Se-kyung’s neck, pressing him down. As his flat chest rubbed against him with weight, their sealed lips overlapped even more deeply. He involuntarily moaned at the tongue exploring his mouth.

“Mmm, ah…”

The sound of wet skin rubbing against each other was sticky. Their lips, softened from biting and sucking each other, slid against each other like heated mucous membranes, and their tongues, equally slick with each other’s saliva, mixed greedily as they explored each other.

Their sliding, mixing tongues became rougher. He scanned his even teeth and stubbornly rubbed the sensitive mucous membrane under his tongue with the pointed tip of his tongue, and his warm breath instantly became scorching hot.

The blanket caught between their bodies couldn’t have been more of a nuisance. Song Yi-heon kicked off the blanket with his feet as he got up, pushed Se-kyung down, and climbed on top of his waist. Se-kyung, lying on the white sheets with his black hair scattered, breathed roughly and opened his unfocused eyes hazily.

Looking down at that sight, Song Yi-heon pressed his lips to him thirstily. The scent that had melted softly into his warm body wafted over him.

He always smelled good. It always makes Yi-heon want to hug him and bury his nose in his neck. Song Yi-heon sucked Se-kyung’s lower lip into his mouth while rubbing his nose bridge against his cheek, breathing in his scent deeply. Just smelling Se-kyung’s scent sent excitement no less than kissing coursing through his veins throughout his body.

His violent excitement made him push the bed sheets with his toes, and Song Yi-heon greedily devoured Se-kyung’s lips as if he were going to eat him. He grabbed Se-kyung’s hair to hold his head still and thrust his tongue in deeply. When the tip of his tongue rubbed the bumpy part of his palate, Se-kyung also moaned and responded.

The heat that made light sweat bead on their skin boiled their reason to a sizzle. Frustrated by their pent-up desires, unable to be released, they rubbed their bodies against each other.

As they rubbed their chests together, their nipples were pressed and kneaded dully. When Song Yi-heon felt an unfamiliar, sensual feeling spread from his nipples that had hardened like small pebbles, he unconsciously thrust his chest towards Se-kyung and trembled his hips subtly. Barely maintaining their panting kiss, he traced circles with his chest. The unfamiliar sensation faintly blooming from his nipples traveled down his abs to his dick. Song Yi-heon rubbed the spot where pleasure bloomed on Se-kyung’s body like a puppy that had just gone into heat.

Their legs crossed, and their bulging crotches rubbed against each other. Se-kyung grabbed Song Yi-heon’s buttocks. As he roughly kneaded the buttock flesh filling his hands, the touching dicks twitched and moved slightly up and down.

Se-kyung raised his knees to rub their dicks in earnest. Their dicks, which were swollen as if it would burst, had a clear outline that could no longer be denied even through the fabric. The moment he realized that the part being rubbed was a fully erect dick, Song Yi-heon widened his eyes and stopped his tongue.

“…!”

The caresses that had been building towards pleasure came to an abrupt halt. Song Yi-heon, propping himself up on the bed, looked with disbelieving eyes back and forth between Se-kyung’s face and his erect dick. He got off Se-kyung’s waist without properly looking at him.

“Yi-heon?” Though both their pants were uncomfortably tight from their erections, Se-kyung still didn’t understand what was going on and raised his upper body in confusion.

“Ahem, ahem.”

Song Yi-heon wiped his saliva-covered mouth and tried to act nonchalant, but his dick, engorged with blood, wouldn’t subside. When Se-kyung openly stared at his dick demanding an explanation, he awkwardly avoided his gaze.

“I’m going to open the window.”

Song Yi-heon got off the bed and walked as naturally as possible with an awkward gait to open the window wide open. The harsh February wind cut away the impure heat in the room as if cutting it into pieces.

Though Song Yi-heon, gripping the windowsill, took the full brunt of the biting wind, the tent in his sweatpants didn’t go down. Only after singing the national anthem all the way through the fourth verse did it subside enough for him to face Se-kyung.