WOPE Ch 24 [END]

“Rub your chest against the wall a bit. It’ll feel even better.”

At those words, Hooyoung leaned forward slightly, trembled at the intense sensation, and pulled back, only for Junwook to coax him gently and shake him again. This process repeated several times.

“I’m putting it in.”

“Ugh! Hng, ah, ugh!”

Junwook spread Hooyoung’s hips firmly, smeared some of the precum from his own member, and thrust inside in one go. Hooyoung let out a short scream at the sudden foreign sensation.

“You okay?”

Hooyoung, taking a moment to adjust, nodded slowly. As if waiting for that signal, Junwook began moving his hips. It was an utterly relentless motion.

“Hah, ah! Ah, slow down a bit, hng! Ugh, ugh!”

“God, I nearly died holding back.”

As Junwook thrust inside recklessly, Hooyoung tried to avoid it by pressing against the wall, only for the clips to rub against it. He was caught in a dilemma, unable to move forward or backward. Yet, he couldn’t just stand there like a stone while being rocked like this.

“Don’t clench so tight.”

A slap on his hip made Hooyoung’s eyes well up with tears of frustration again. Right now, no part of his body was under his brain’s control. Everything was running wild on its own. Junwook, taller, thrust upward, driving his member in, eliciting involuntary grunts. Hooyoung wanted to protest, but his tongue was so tangled that all he could produce were moans, nothing else.

“Ah, Hooyoung… Damn, this feels so good.”

Hooyoung’s inner walls gripped Junwook’s member, refusing to let go. When he tried to pull out, it clung like a suction cup; when he pushed in, it clamped down tightly.

“Hng…”

Hooyoung’s own member, just as engorged, swayed and brushed against the wall. It was getting harder to hold back.

“Ah, I’m… hng, hurry, please?”

At Hooyoung’s pleading, Junwook let out a low laugh, pulled his hips all the way back, and then slammed in, shaking Hooyoung’s body with the force.

“Ugh!”

With a short scream, Hooyoung’s body stiffened and then trembled finely. He felt the emptiness of release in front and the warm, thick sensation of Junwook’s semen filling him from behind simultaneously.

Haa, haa. Both of them, without distinction, took deep breaths and exhaled, catching their breath. Junwook held Hooyoung’s waist tightly, preventing him from collapsing backward.

“Look over there.”

Junwook pointed to the wall, smeared with Hooyoung’s semen.

“…Whose fault is that?”

At Hooyoung’s resentment-laden words, Junwook only chuckled.

“Geez, Hooyoung, what are we gonna do if you mess up the wall like this? When are you ever gonna grow up?”

Hooyoung wanted to cover his ears, but his arms wouldn’t lift. He’d never felt so drained from a single round of sex.

“We can’t raise a dog like this. I’m worried it’ll smell where Hooyoung came and mark every corner.”

God, he wanted to cry. Hooyoung closed his eyes with a sulky expression. The chain between the clips still pinching his nipples was still swaying.

Hooyoung stayed sulky all evening. He didn’t meet Junwook’s eyes during dinner and didn’t respond to anything he said. Junwook’s foot diligently rubbed Hooyoung’s leg under the table, but Hooyoung didn’t budge.

“How long are you gonna stay silent?”

Until he could forget today’s memory. Hooyoung stuffed watercress and lotus root into his mouth. Recovery from fatigue was his only way to survive.

“Come on, why are you sulking? We had fun sex, didn’t we?”

At those shameless words, Hooyoung glared at Junwook. The sex was fun, sure. But the moment his nipple got pinched on the sofa and he got caught wouldn’t leave his mind.

“I’m gonna throw it all out.”

“Your first words in an hour are harsh. How about ‘I like you’ or ‘I love you’ instead?”

“I like you and love you, but I’m still throwing it all out.”

“Ugh, Lee Hooyoung is so cute even when he’s sulking, it’s a problem. Get out. I’ll clean up.”

At that, Hooyoung sprang up from the table. Normally, they cleaned up together, but since Junwook offered, he decided not to refuse today.

“Why?”

Fresh from a shower, Junwook’s skin looked unusually glossy and radiant. It was definitely because he’d sucked up all of Hooyoung’s energy.

“Just. You’re ugly, that’s why I looked.”

“No way.”

Hooyoung threw a sharp remark and walked out, but Junwook’s nonchalant voice followed. Hooyoung hurried to the living room.

Sitting quietly on the sofa watching TV, the memory of getting caught earlier seemed to fade a bit. It stung to know he’d created a lifetime’s worth of embarrassment with his own hands, but there was no undoing what had happened.

“Want some pear? There’s some peeled in the fridge.”

Hooyoung glanced at Junwook standing at the kitchen entrance and nodded. Not eating would be his loss. He’d already eyed it while drinking tomato juice, so he couldn’t refuse.

“Here.”

Seeing the effort of bringing it in a pretty bowl with a fork, Hooyoung decided to forgive Junwook. If asked what specific crime, it was moving too fast and being annoyingly perceptive.

“Wanna go outside? We can light a fire.”

“Yeah.”

The evenings lately were neither too cold nor too hot—just pleasantly cool. Hooyoung followed Junwook without hesitation. It was an outdoor garden they could only enjoy now, before autumn and winter passed and spring arrived.

Junwook lit the fire pit in the center of the outdoor table, and soon the flames blazed, brightening the surroundings. It was warm and nice.

“There are two chairs.”

Junwook squeezed into the chair Hooyoung was sitting in. It was a large outdoor chair they could lie on, so it was fine, but Hooyoung teased just for the sake of it.

“Come on, sitting apart feels cold. It’s such a nice vibe.”

“What…”

Despite his words, a small smile spread across Hooyoung’s face. In the slightly chilly weather, the fire in front and Junwook’s embrace from behind kept him from feeling any cold.

“Oh, right.”

Junwook tapped Hooyoung’s stomach with the hand resting there, as if remembering something.

“Your big hyung’s family is coming to the training center the day after tomorrow.”

“Huh?”

Hooyoung, mid-bite of a pear, turned around. He looked a bit clueless, but Junwook found it cute and stroked his cheek.

“…Because of us?”

“No, just a family outing like last time. But, uh…”

“But?”

Junwook, who rarely hesitated, paused, making Hooyoung curious enough to turn around completely.

“Juwon, my big nephew, says he wants to learn basketball from you.”

“Me?”

The boy he’d briefly met flashed through Hooyoung’s mind. You could tell at a glance he was already tall and likely to grow even more. He hadn’t seen the mother, but judging by the father and uncle, that nephew was bound to be impressively tall.

“Yeah, he kept pestering me to let him play basketball with you. Kids that age, you know.”

Junwook glanced at Hooyoung cautiously.

“If you don’t want to, you can say no. I’m not trying to pressure you.”

“No, it’s not that I don’t want to…”

Of course, he didn’t mind. Getting closer to Junwook’s family, in any way, was a happy thing.

“Not that?”

Junwook pulled Hooyoung closer, teasing his ear with his hand.

“Is it okay? Won’t the chairman disapprove?”

“Well…”

Junwook thought for a moment before speaking.

“Juwon’s been nagging for days, so if he disapproved, he would’ve stopped it from the start. Yeah, he didn’t say anything.”

Talking to himself and reaching his own conclusion, Junwook grinned, lightly kissing Hooyoung’s cheek and lips a few times. Then he picked up another piece of pear with the empty fork and fed it to him, urging him to keep eating.

“That’s permission, then.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, total permission. So, you’re okay with it?”

“Yeah. It’s fine. Just, uh…”

Hooyoung rubbed his chest near his collarbone with the hand holding the fork.

“I’m a bit worried it’ll be awkward meeting him for the first time, but it’s fine. You’re coming too, right?”

“Of course.”

Getting closer to Junwook’s nephew and seeing Junwook play basketball was a two-for-one deal. Why hadn’t he ever thought of playing basketball with Junwook before? A goofy grin spread across his face.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“Because I’m happy.”

The more things they could do together, the more his heart filled with an indescribable emotion. His life’s center was increasingly revolving around Junwook. Whenever he looked, Junwook was right there. No matter what happened, nothing scared him.

Hooyoung wiggled his toes, tucking them under Junwook’s body. It was his own little way of being cute.

“What are you doing?”

“Being happy again.”

“Always happy, what am I gonna do with you?”

“Seriously. Big trouble.”

Junwook and Hooyoung burst out laughing, facing each other. Everything around them felt warm. It sparkled. Nothing was lacking.

Two days later, at the end of his vacation, Hooyoung met Junwook’s big nephew. He was very nervous before entering the gym, but once they met, it felt easy. Juwon was unusually polite for his age, and Junwook was much better at basketball than Hooyoung had expected. It was a meaningful meeting in many ways.

🏀

The opening game was approaching. Considering the preparations, it felt late; thinking of the time spent with Junwook, it felt too soon. The previous season’s champions, HG Big Whales, were entering the season with high expectations. Still considered a strong contender for the title, they fielded the most questions from reporters at media day.

Hooyoung was personally chosen by the team manager to attend media day with the coach. It was his first time. He was so nervous he was shaking and secretly stepped outside to call Junwook.

“Bbi-bbi! Big Whales superstar!”

“Don’t do that.”

As soon as Hojin saw Hooyoung, he ran over from a distance and slung an arm around his shoulder. Hojin’s modest goal for the season was to make the game roster at least 18 times.

“Wanna hear news that’ll make Lee Hooyoung’s eyes triple in size?”

“What?”

“Lunch today is a buffet. A catering buffet.”

“Buffet?”

Hooyoung’s eyes didn’t triple, but they doubled in size. Not out of excitement but because it was a novel experience. The food might be familiar, but a catering buffet was a first for him.

“What kind of buffet?”

“It’s the real deal. They say it’s straight from HG Hotel’s buffet. Plus, they worked with our nutritionist to make a menu that won’t weigh us down before the game. Long story short, it’s gonna be amazing.”

“Oh…!”

With an excited face, Hooyoung hurried his steps alongside Hojin. He also pulled out his phone. Since it was sent by the parent company, it had to be from Junwook. That morning, when they parted ways in their cars, Junwook hadn’t mentioned anything. He’d only said to train well and meet at the stadium that evening.

[Catering buffet came. I’ll eat well. Thank you.]

Sending the message with a touched expression, a reply came shortly after.

[????]

Four question marks. Hooyoung’s face mirrored the confusion. Huh?

“Hey, Hojin, didn’t you say it was from the parent company?”

“Huh? Yeah! Why else would HG Hotel send a catering buffet? They don’t just do that randomly.”

The dining area didn’t look like the usual setup for the athletes. Whether this was typical for catering buffets, the tables were covered with white tablecloths, and the dishes and cutlery were all unfamiliar. Most surprising were the chefs in tall hats cooking on the spot. Even the kitchen aunties were gathered in small groups, taking pictures of the novel scene.

This wasn’t from Junwook? Hooyoung quickly sent another message.

[They say the parent company sent a catering buffet… Chefs with decades of experience are cooking live. I’ve never seen anything like this.]

[From the parent company? Not from the sports division?]

It was increasingly a mystery. But regardless of who sent it or why, it was boosting the athletes’ morale before the opening game. Everyone grabbed plates and started piling on food with happy faces. Hooyoung joined Hojin, loading up his plate. It was game day, so he had to eat moderately, but the menu seemed designed with that in mind—full of light, nourishing dishes.

“Hey, our ace Bbi-bbi!”

The team manager, whose cheekbones were practically soaring, was taking photos from every angle before striding over to Hooyoung’s table. Hooyoung and Hojin, about to eat, awkwardly greeted him.

“This, this was directly ordered by the chairman. Eat well and have a great season.”

At the unexpected news, Hooyoung blinked and looked around. He’d assumed it was Junwook…

“Get this—the chairman’s son is your fan.”

…Junwook’s big nephew, Juwon, whom he’d met a few days ago to play basketball, had said he was a fan. He’d called him hyung and eagerly mimicked the moves Hooyoung taught him. Hooyoung remembered Juwon’s excited face when he got an autograph on a basketball before heading home.

“So this is for you, to cheer you on, sent by the chairman with his son’s fandom packed in.”

Fandom? The chairman? That didn’t add up. The manager dropped the bombshell and patted Hooyoung’s shoulder, urging him to eat well and win today before moving to another table.

Was this a dream or reality? Hooyoung, dazed, was about to put a shrimp in his mouth when his phone screen lit up.

[Big hyung sent it. That abalone they’re grilling, that’s the Jeju Island one you mentioned.]

Reading the message, Hooyoung shot up from the table.

“What’s up?”

Hojin, about to eat some beef, looked up in surprise, but Hooyoung’s eyes were already unfocused.

“I’m getting more abalone.”

“Huh?!”

“I’m eating that and winning today.”

Hojin muttered, “Is Bbi-bbi going crazy from excitement?” as Hooyoung charged toward the food like a slightly broken robot.

The opening game for the previous season’s champions was spectacular. The Big Whales players warmed up with their shoulders high, fueled by the massive crowd.

—Big Whales’ ace point guard! Number 22, Lee Hooyoung!

At the announcer’s introduction, Hooyoung jogged out slowly. The thumping music and even louder cheers from the crowd filled the arena.

Hooyoung ran to the center of the court, raising his hand high to wave at the audience. The stadium erupted in applause that could shake the building. It was gratitude for leading the team to last season’s championship and anticipation for this season.

Amid the dim, chaotic lights, Hooyoung found Junwook precisely. Sitting stylishly with his legs crossed, Junwook was surrounded by his big hyung, little hyung, and Juwon. But in that moment, only Junwook was in Hooyoung’s eyes. Just as Hooyoung had found him instantly, Junwook was surely looking only at him, flashing a dazzling smile the moment their eyes met.

The stadium lights came on, and the music stopped. Both teams’ players took their positions with serious faces. Hooyoung stood among the opposing players, ready to run. He could still feel Junwook’s gaze.

The whistle blew, and the game began. Receiving a pass, Hooyoung leapt powerfully. There was nothing to fear.