HARD 14

Let’s skip the outdoors for now.

The moment Cha Gyuwon was about to say, no, Go Woonha pressed their lips together.

He talks too much. A baby doesn’t talk, it babbles.

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Cha Gyuwon was fast asleep, lying on his stomach. After doing it once on a kitchen chair, once on the dining table, and then bringing him to the bedroom for one more round, Cha Gyuwon started dozing off, still erect.

‘I’m sorry. Really… I’m really sorry, but I… I… I’ve been up too many nights… No, I’m just so sleepy….’

He mumbled, then fell asleep, still hard.

Go Woonha caught his breath, watching Cha Gyuwon’s member slowly settle back down.

His face was glowing. A radiance rose from within him, born of satisfaction. It was literally an inner glow.

He had come three times, just about as much as before. The last time, he even found himself thinking for a moment that it was difficult. Not because he was sick of it or bored, but literally because of the orgasm.

Falling asleep in the middle of it—normally, he would have deleted the number right after getting out of the shower, but Go Woonha, who had been thoroughly satisfied during those three rounds, patted Cha Gyuwon’s chest and lulled him to sleep. Cha Gyuwon tossed and turned, then draped an arm over Go Woonha’s body. Then he pulled him into a tight hug and mumbled something. It was close to sleep-talking, so he couldn’t quite make out what was being said, but it seemed to be along the lines of, I’m sorry, please don’t misunderstand. Misunderstand what, exactly?

Go Woonha didn’t know that Cha Gyuwon, even while insanely sleepy, had mumbled those words in a near-faint sleep, worried that he might come across as someone who thought of Go Woonha as easy and insignificant—someone who would just get his own satisfaction and then pass out.

Of course, it was a completely unnecessary worry.

“Is he remembering the old days?”

Cha Gyu-han hadn’t explained in detail, but he had heard that Cha Gyuwon started skipping school in his student days because of bullying or something else that was hard for him to handle. It seemed he was remembering that time.

Go Woonha stayed still, held in Cha Gyuwon’s arms so he wouldn’t whine anymore, and only after Cha Gyuwon’s breathing seemed to deepen into sleep did he pull his restless body away.

Gyuwon reached out his arms as if feeling the emptiness and flailed around a bit before falling asleep right in that position, on his stomach, breathing softly.

After covering him with a blanket, Go Woonha went out and first found a cigarette in the pants he had thrown off. But he was too lazy to go out to smoke. He stuck it in his mouth without lighting it and wandered around, picking up a t-shirt to wear. It wasn’t his; it was Cha Gyuwon’s. The length was just right, enough to cover his butt. He liked it. All of his own shirts were in the kitchen.

Go Woonha, with the cigarette in his mouth, looked around the room, but it was too dark to see anything properly, so he came out, bored.

He stretched his arms out wide and loosened up his body here and there. He rotated his waist and stretched his neck. His body felt incredibly light. He felt in good enough condition to play a few rounds of tennis, go for a swim, and even finish off with some beach volleyball all at once.

Go Woonha hummed as he cleaned up the traces left in the kitchen. He smiled quietly while wiping the dining table and chair. This time, thanks to him bringing condoms, there was no need to clean up after. Exactly three. He had brought only three, considering the possibility that last time’s miracle might not happen again.

It was a baseless concern. If Cha Gyuwon hadn’t fallen asleep from exhaustion, Go Woonha would have said something uncharacteristic, like suggesting they do it raw again.

“They don’t have this size even at convenience stores… I should tell him to buy them by the box.”

Or maybe it would be good for him to order them himself.

Go Woonha didn’t invite people to his place. His home was a space meant purely for getting a good night’s sleep, and the moment someone intruded, it became an unfamiliar place. This was why Go Woonha always went to his house instead of a hotel, despite the hassle, whenever he came to Korea.

So, naturally, he would continue to do it at Cha Gyuwon’s place from now on.

From now on… At the thought that had surfaced unconsciously, Go Woonha asked himself.

Until when?

“……”

Go Woonha thought for a moment, then stopped. There was no need to think about that just yet.

He tied up the condoms and threw them away, wiped up with wet tissues, and then shook out the clothes and folded them neatly. Then, wondering what to do, he peeked around and discovered a slightly open room.

It wasn’t just slightly open; it was quite wide open. It seemed he hadn’t even glanced that way when he came in because Cha Gyuwon had been treating him with such reverence. Go Woonha obediently entered the room, which was open as if inviting him in.

Inside, a computer was on, displaying a screensaver. Very cute fish were swimming around.

It was a workspace with dual monitors, and even at a glance, everything seemed to be top-of-the-line. Go Woonha was watching the low electronic hum and the rainbow-colored flashing lights when he unknowingly caressed the desk and ended up touching the mouse.

Because of that, the screen turned on.

Go Woonha narrowed his eyes as he looked at the objects on the screen.

Somehow, this looks familiar….

“Woonha hyung? Where are you?”

Go Woonha, thinking oops, came out.

“Why are you up already? You can sleep more. It’s Mr. Gyuwon’s house, anyway.”

“No, it’s okay. How can I when you’re here, hyung….”

Cha Gyuwon approached Go Woonha and mumbled, rubbing his head against him.

He was less inhibited, perhaps because he was still half-asleep.

Go Woonha judged that this action was slightly crossing the line for him to accept, but his heart softened at the sound of Cha Gyuwon calling him hyung, hyung.

Strangely, the younger guys he had met would just say Go Woonha, Go Woonha, speaking casually to him. They made all sorts of excuses, like, Didn’t you come from America anyway? and, I don’t want you to see me as just a younger brother, but to Go Woonha, it all just seemed like they were trying to act cool.

Why are they speaking so casually, so rudely? I could let it slide if they were at least cute.

Go Woonha, with a smile on his face, blocked all those kids with bad attitudes. Only at times like those did he become not a black-haired foreigner, but a black-haired Korean.

But when Cha Gyuwon called him hyung, hyung, he found himself accepting it, maybe because he felt the kid had basic manners, or maybe because he found a cute side to him, big as he was, like Go-san.

Well, whatever. I’ll be going back to America someday anyway, and then this relationship will naturally come to an end.

Cha Gyuwon, who had been rubbing against him eagerly, closed his eyes and smiled at the hand stroking his hair, then suddenly snapped to his senses. He was awake.

“Huk.”

Startled, Cha Gyuwon leaped away from Go Woonha.

“I didn’t pounce on you this time,” Go Woonha asserted his innocence.

Cha Gyuwon looked at him, his body turning grapefruit-colored again. Seeing that well-defined, intimidating body turn a fresh pink made him burst out laughing.

“Let me see your back.”

Still smiling, Go Woonha patted his body. Cha Gyuwon, unable to take his eyes off Go Woonha’s smiling face, moved blankly as he was led. Even so, he stared intently at Go Woonha over his shoulder. His eyes, which crinkled so much when he smiled, were so pretty. When he was expressionless, he seemed so mature, but when he smiled, he was refreshing. He liked his dark brown hair, too.

“Hmm. Your back is a little red too, but it’s hard to see because of the tattoo. Didn’t this hurt? How did you end up getting it?”

Considering Cha Gyuwon’s usual behavior and personality, he couldn’t understand it, even if it were a family tradition.

He still had his head turned all the way back over his shoulder, gazing at Go Woonha as he spoke.

“Because it’s pretty.”

“Is it…?”

“You don’t like it?”

“If I said I didn’t, would you get it removed? And I never said I didn’t like it. I’m usually not interested in tattoos, so I’ve never even thought about whether they’re pretty or not.”

Even though he had tumbled around with countless people with tattoos, not just Cha Gyu-han, Go Woonha had never paid them any mind. Cha Gyuwon’s was the first one he had ever observed so closely.

“You like pretty things?”

To Go Woonha’s eyes, it was just a tattoo, so he asked, and the other man nodded.

“Yes. A lot.”

“I see.”

Cha Gyuwon wanted to say that’s why he couldn’t take his eyes off Go Woonha from the first moment he saw him, but he didn’t have that much courage yet. He wasn’t sure if he ever would.

“Hy-hy-hy-hy-hyung, you too….”

He tried his best to speak with a fading voice, but as expected, the rest of the sentence wouldn’t come out.

Go Woonha wasn’t curious about the rest of the sentence. Instead….

“You’re calling me hyung?”

…he said, startling Cha Gyuwon.

“Ah, was that rude?”

“It’s not like you called me ‘hey’ or ‘you bastard,’ so why would it be rude? I like being called hyung. Just don’t suddenly start speaking casually to me. I’m a bit of a traditionalist, you see.”

A traditionalist wouldn’t say they’d rather have a threesome than be cuckolded. In the first place, they wouldn’t even consider such a group activity. Go Woonha, who was the furthest thing from a traditionalist, was just spouting nonsense. It seemed that, being a foreigner, he didn’t know the exact meaning of kkondae.

“You’re not a traditionalist, hyung….” Cha Gyuwon mumbled.

It was funny that he was taking his side when he knew so little about him, so Go Woonha asked back, “I’m not?”

“Then what kind of person am I?”

He was also curious about how Cha Gyuwon saw him.

At that, Cha Gyuwon looked into the air. His face looked as if he were trying to recall something. What on earth is he thinking about? From Go Woonha’s perspective, the first time they met was that day he got on top of him, thinking he was Cha Gyu-han, so he figured he was probably remembering that.

“You’re like an angel, hyung….”

Cha Gyuwon soon said in a dreamlike voice.

Go Woonha was a bit shameless, but only to a certain extent. The moment he heard that, before the words even reached his brain, he quickly retorted.

“Ah, are you talking about the ‘fairy descending’ position? You meant fairy, not angel, right?”

He was a foreigner, but a foreigner who was suspiciously fluent in only certain fields of Korean.

“Pardon? What kind of descending?”

However, Cha Gyuwon asked back with a face of complete incomprehension, and Go Woonha’s slacking conscience was pricked. Ah, perhaps it was his sense of shame, not his conscience.

“No, sorry. My mistake. I heard something so strange.”

Go Woonha mulled over Cha Gyuwon’s words for a moment.

In what part did he feel that way? Is being a virgin the problem? A first experience can be very intense. So, what, was there a mood light on back then? Did he mistake something because of the backlighting? But no matter how hard he tried to recall that time, all that came to mind was the sex with Cha Gyuwon; things like the surrounding environment didn’t come to mind.

“Hmm.”

Go Woonha looked out the window. The days were getting shorter, but it was still too early to be called evening.

“Should we go get our hair cut?”

“Pardon?”

“Is that okay? No, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to, but I was thinking, how about just trimming your bangs a little?”

Go Woonha ultimately concluded that Cha Gyuwon must have severe astigmatism or just very poor eyesight. His hypothesis leaned particularly toward astigmatism. When the world looks blurry, it can seem a bit romantic. He had seen a few people who intentionally didn’t get their vision corrected because they liked it, so he could understand.

However, hearing Go Woonha’s words, Cha Gyuwon looked slightly shocked.

“Do, do I look bad?”

“No? Not at all. Why?”

“……”

“You look good. Like a grapefruit.”