WYK 30

In the meantime, Chae-heon pulled Jeong-yoon’s thighs, pressing their lower bodies together and slowly rubbing them. Because of that, Jeong-yoon also felt aroused to the limit. The air between them was so hot that it made him dizzy.

Eventually, Jeong-yoon managed to pull away from the chaotic entanglement with Chae-heon.

“Ugh… Kang Chae-heon…!”

“…Yeah…”

He desperately called his name, but all he got was Chae-heon’s slow-paced response. Since he was so drunk and disorganized that he might have been unable to identify the other person, it was obvious that he wouldn’t understand Jeong-yoon’s words.

Jeong-yoon struggled to find out what to do as his face showed both confusion and awkwardness, but he gradually relaxed his body. Chae-heon would not budge no matter how hard Jeong-yoon tried to push him, and it would be far worse if he continued to struggle and woke him up.

‘Let’s just wait until Kang Chae-heon falls asleep.’

Jeong-yoon tried his best to suppress the impulses that were coiling around him as he thought this. Jeong-yoon couldn’t help himself as Chae-heon’s lips persistently stuck to his skin, kissing his collarbone, brushing across his jawline, and trailing along his earlobe.

Jeong-yoon didn’t think Chae-heon’s lips would part as they wandered all over his body. Then, he rubbed his cheek against the back of Jeong-yoon’s neck and hugged him tightly. It was like an act of affection, but the recipient, Jeong-yoon, couldn’t help but feel more excited with each touch.

In the midst of this, Jeong-yoon realized that if Chae-heon were to wake up or if things were to progress further, it would be a big problem. Jeong-yoon decided to make futile attempts to somehow put him to sleep.

He reached out his hand and brushed his fingers through Chae-heon’s soft hair. The strands between his fingers felt slightly cool. He patted Chae-heon’s broad back with his other hand. All these actions were something Jeong-yoon’s mother used to do to put him to sleep when he was a child. He tried hard to put Chae-heon to sleep with that memory in mind.

Chae-heon’s skin was smooth, firm, and very warm against his palm. Despite Jeong-yoon’s gentle and calm touch, Chae-heon exhaled a hot breath full of excitement. Just feeling that breath made Jeong-yoon’s body shiver with a strange sensation.

It was during this time, as Jeong-yoon was trying to comfort Chae-heon like a child, that Chae-heon’s movements suddenly stopped. His lips, which had been touching Jeong-yoon’s neck, parted, and his grip on Jeong-yoon’s waist loosened. Their bodies gradually separated.

Chae-heon slightly tilted his head and stared at Jeong-yoon. Jeong-yoon felt chills run down his spine as his lust-filled eyes seemed to strip him to the bone.

Jeong-yoon’s heart sank again. He stroked his head and rubbed his back to put him to sleep, but he woke up instead, leaving Jeong-yoon perplexed as to what he should do. His thoughts were scattered. So the only thing he could do was to face Chae-heon.

Chae-heon returned his gaze to Jeong-yoon in the dim light. Above the slightly perplexed expression were eyes that looked to be chasing a fantasy.

“…As expected.”

Soon Chae-heon smiled weakly. He then dropped his head slowly again, hugging Jeong-yoon, and softly placed his forehead on Jeong-yoon’s shoulder.

Jeong-yoon could hear Chae-heon’s breath in his ear. His fingertips trembled. Even Chae-heon’s subtle breathing was also surprisingly quiet.

Chae-heon’s lower body made contact again as their bodies got closer. Chae-heon’s arousal had not yet subsided. However, Chae-heon did not do anything and just desperately hugged Jeong-yoon.

Jeong-yoon swallowed his saliva while staring at the ceiling with a trembling gaze. It was a confusing situation. It was confusing yet rewarding, absurd yet exciting.

The good news was that Chae-heon was still so drunk that he didn’t notice him. Rather than pushing Chae-heon away, Jeong-yoon relaxed and lay down. Waiting quietly until Chae-heon fell asleep seemed better than trying futilely to move away, especially considering the risk of waking him up.

How much time has passed? As expected, Chae-heon fell asleep again. It was fortunate. Jeong-yoon also quietly closed his eyes. His surroundings were spinning and he felt dizzy. As the tension eased, the sudden intoxication came flooding back like a wave.

The noise of the road seeping in from the window dispersed like an illusion. Perhaps he was so tense earlier. Or maybe it was due to fatigue caused by the alcohol. Jeong-yoon had intended to escape once Chae-heon was completely asleep, but he found it impossible. Despite thinking that he couldn’t possibly sleep in such a state of mind, he ended up nestled in Chae-heon’s embrace, gradually falling into a peaceful slumber.

It was a distant and dizzying night.

***

The morning sunlight reached his closed eyes.

Jeong-yoon felt an unfamiliar breath on the back of his neck. Jeong-yoon unconsciously wriggled to get away from someone who was hugging him tightly behind his back. It was so frustrating to feel the other person’s arms wrap entirely around his body and his waist.

Then, suddenly, his eyes wide open.

“Ah…”

A moan-like exclamation came out of Jeong-yoon’s mouth. This was because he finally realized where he was and who was embracing him.

‘…Ah, this is bad.’

As the morning fully sobered him up, a faint headache accompanied by a chilling reality began to flood over him. He must have gone completely insane. He should have secretly gone home yesterday, but instead, he ended up sleeping together in this bed. Even if he was drunk, there was no denying that what happened last night was an utterly crazy thing to do.

The events of yesterday were replaying randomly in his head. His heart was pounding madly, and a tightness spread through his chest. Amidst all this, the hot breath on the back of his neck was so provocative that it sent shivers down his entire body.

Along with that, he could sense something from Chae-heon, who was still holding him tightly. His heavily aroused p*nis was vividly pressing against his lower body to the point of embarrassment. It was natural for a man to wake up like this every morning, but this felt exceptionally vivid. Perhaps it was because the events from yesterday kept replaying in his mind.

He cautiously moved Chae-heon’s arms away and tried to slip away, but in an instant, Chae-heon pulled him back tightly, burying his face deeply into the back of his neck. Jeong-yoon’s body stiffened as he felt Chae-heon’s breath again.

Jeong-yoon took a deep breath at the back of his throat before slowly slipping out of Chae-heon’s embrace. After a lot of whimpering, he managed to get away. He rose from the bed and looked down at Chae-heon with a dazed expression, after successfully detaching himself. The unrealistically handsome guy was sleeping next to him in a completely defenseless state. His eyebrows slightly furrowed, perhaps due to the sunlight touching his face.

‘…Cute.’

He had never seen Chae-heon sleep like this even during MT.

His slightly messy hair, covering his forehead, was a sight he couldn’t find in the usual neat and tidy Chae-heon. Unconsciously, he reached out and tidied up the disheveled hair. The soft strands felt strange under his fingertips, yet not unfamiliar. He had done this gently yesterday to put him to sleep.

Silently stroking his hair, he finally came to his senses when Chae-heon’s eye twitched slightly.

He quickly withdrew his hand that was caressing him and sighed. What on earth did he do yesterday? No, it wasn’t about what he did but what happened to him. It was great, but it wasn’t his intention.

Kang Chae-heon. He said he didn’t drink because he was afraid of losing control, and that was the moment Jeong-yoon understood what he was saying.

Though his mind was in turmoil, his immediate priority was to get out of there as quickly as possible. The bed swayed slightly as he detached himself. He was a little worried that Chae-heon might wake up, but fortunately he didn’t.

He returned his gaze to Chae-heon before leaving the bed. There was a lingering sense of regret at the edge of his gaze. He blinked to shake it off and whispered a final farewell.

“Sleep well.”

He pulled the tangled blanket over him. Despite his impressive bare upper body, catching a cold wouldn’t do him any good.

After leaving the bed, he quietly made his way out of Chae-heon’s apartment. He quickly pressed the elevator button after carefully closing the front door without making a sound. The suppressed breath was finally exhaled. His heart raced with a slight uneasiness.

Kang Chae-heon definitely won’t remember what happened yesterday. Still, Jeong-yoon felt anxious and nervous for no reason. At the same time, he felt a strange tingling feeling in his chest.

‘What is this? This uneasy yet satisfied feeling.’

Certainly, Chae-heon was the one who pulled him onto the bed and pressed his body recklessly against him, but the guilt had been hunting Jeong-yoon since yesterday. He shouldn’t have come into Chae-heon’s house in the first place. It felt like he’d turned into a criminal, creating an excuse for himself.

A part of his heart suddenly ached. Ironically… the embrace he felt last night was so warm. Nonetheless, the experience of rubbing his body against him was so thrilling and pleasant that he felt like crying.

‘…But Kang Chae-heon won’t remember.’

Comforting himself with that thought, he stepped into the elevator. Kang Chae-heon wouldn’t recall anything from last night. It had to be that way.

However, for some reason, the uneasiness nagging at his heart didn’t dissipate. It was strange.

***

It was fortunate that Kang Chae-heon and the embarrassing incident happened on Friday night. Otherwise, meeting him again at school would have been incredibly awkward and embarrassing. Jeong-yoon combed his wet hair while thinking about this. The faint scent of shampoo wafted in the breeze.

After passing Saturday and Sunday arrived today, his mind has calmed down somewhat. Just yesterday, his stomach churned to the point of insanity just thinking about what happened with Chae-heon. He could now endure it with calm breaths.

He wiped the foggy mirror off. The reflection in the mirror was truly a mockery.

“Is this his taste… Why did I ask that…”

Jeong-yoon mumbled as he rubbed his neck. Chae-heon’s constant kissing had left multiple kiss marks on Jeong-yoon’s neck, as well as some bluish bruises from his biting on his shoulder. He felt a surge of heat every time his finger touched the mark. Despite having only a few love bites and bruises, they no longer hurt much.

“Maybe I should have left some marks on Kang Chae-heon’s body as well.”

At least on his back, even if it was not visible. Just seeing the marks on his own body unexpectedly aroused a desire that seemed somewhat perverted.

Come to think of it, there might never be such an opportunity in the future. Why didn’t he pretend to be crazy when he was drunk and think of asking this question? What a pity.

He loosely put on a T-shirt and wrapped a towel around his neck before leaving the bathroom. Usually, he would have just put on pajama pants, but he couldn’t do that because there was a mark on the nape of his neck that seemed to say, ‘This is a naughty mark.’

Anyway, it was all because of Kang Chae-heon.