DAH Ch 13
by soapa“Even meeting by chance on the street at first… and then Ian finding you… everything from the beginning until now… was it all a situation you intended? Is that it?”
Yoonhae faced Jungjoon without giving any particular answer. The few seconds of silence, where they simply stared at each other without words, felt as if they dragged on like an eternity.
At the end of the silence, realizing that everything had been a lie, that their relationship from start to finish had been riddled with falsehoods, Jungjoon lowered his eyes powerlessly.
“So why do you make a fool out of people?”
“…What?”
“Why act like some pathetic idiot who can’t live without a woman? I was playing both husband and wife for you—wasn’t that enough? Huh?”
“……”
Hearing the bizarre truth he hadn’t wanted to know, Jungjoon froze. As if his mind had malfunctioned and stopped, all the moments since reuniting with Yoonhae suddenly flashed through his head like a reel of memories. Looking back, there had always been unresolved doubts, but among them were no small number of moments where he’d felt genuine gratitude and joy.
Jungjoon felt his body trembling faintly. His mind, pushed to the edge of a cliff, was finally pleading its limits.
“…Get out.”
He couldn’t see straight anymore.
“Get out now! I said get out!”
Shouting, he frantically pulled and pushed at Yoonhae.
“If you don’t leave, I’ll report you—get out!”
“For what crime? Trespassing? This is my house, though?”
With a body like an immovable iron wall, Yoonhae smiled leisurely, not budging an inch.
“……”
Even with anger boiling to the top of his head, Jungjoon had no words to retort. Grinding his teeth so hard his jaw jutted out, he shoved past Yoonhae. But before he could even step fully into the room, his body lurched, losing balance as he was grabbed. The moment he felt Yoonhae’s grip, he thrashed like an animal caught in a trap.
Thwack—!
Striking Yoonhae’s face with his elbow wasn’t intentional. It was the desperate flailing of Jungjoon, trying to break free in a prolonged standoff where both were heated.
At Jungjoon’s unexpected violence, Yoonhae’s expression changed in an instant. With a hardened face, he mercilessly threw Jungjoon onto the nearby bed.
In a split second, Jungjoon was pinned under a heavy body. He could vividly feel the gleaming, excited eyes glaring at him from inches away. The hot breath, the unwanted sensations—it made his heart pound as if it might burst. He realized coming into the bedroom had been a mistake.
“C-calm down…”
Yoonhae’s gaze lingered, observing the tense Jungjoon. Their swollen chests pressed together with every breath.
“You’re the one who needs to calm down.”
“……”
“So… are you calm now?”
Twisting his head to avoid the breath, Jungjoon nodded. It was also a desperate signal to get off him now that he’d calmed down.
But contrary to that hope, Yoonhae didn’t budge, staring down at Jungjoon. One second, two seconds, three seconds… As the sense of danger grew with each passing moment, Jungjoon spoke.
“Okay, I get it… I get it, so get off now…”
He pleaded, almost groaning. It felt like he’d be crushed to death under the rock-like weight. Not just the pressure, but the sheer density of it seemed palpable. The more vivid the sensation became, the harder it was to breathe. Fear crept in that he might actually suffocate like this.
“…Get off, please!”
The moment he twisted his body, a chill ran up his spine. The struggle had brought the undeniable feel of a masculine frame against him. He directly registered the swelling symbol of manhood pressing into him. The sensation of flesh he’d thought he’d never feel in his lifetime overwhelmed him.
“Feels kinda weird.”
Yoonhae muttered.
“…You’re so small like this.”
Jungjoon forgot to breathe, stiffening. And so weak… The muttering voice burrowed into his eardrums like an insect.
“You used to always be bigger than me back then… Why’d you get so small? When did you get this small?”
“……”
No.
No.
No.
As nausea surged, the face drew closer. Jungjoon jerked his head away as hard as he could. He kept turning it—left, then right, then left again—to avoid the persistent approach.
After repeated rejections, Yoonhae soon gave up on overlapping lips and lowered his head. He moved to Jungjoon’s neck, where muscles and veins stood out, pressing his breath into every hollow.
“Please don’t do this…”
Jungjoon squeezed his eyes shut and begged. The bridge of a nose, lips—they were so close they might touch any second. Every spot the breath grazed raised unpleasant goosebumps.
“Don’t do this… There’s no reason for us to be like this… Right?”
Yoonhae said nothing, just inhaling Jungjoon’s scent. From the nape of his neck up to his ear, he breathed in deeply. Noticing the strange behavior, Jungjoon shouted as if seizing.
“I’ll do it, I’ll do it…! I’ll do it, so please…”
He begged, almost pleading, for him to stop and get off.
When Yoonhae finally lifted his heavy body, Jungjoon was already exhausted. To avoid a repeat of moments ago, to get away from the bed, he led Yoonhae out of the bedroom.
Yoonhae followed obediently into the hallway but then suddenly changed, reaching for Jungjoon. He cornered Jungjoon against the wall, wrapping a hand around his waist and pulling him close. Jungjoon’s heart leapt as he grabbed Yoonhae’s arm, dodging the approaching face.
“Weren’t we doing it standing? Should we go back to the bed?”
“That’s not it…”
Just the closeness made him feel like he’d spiral into panic. Jungjoon struggled to steady his ragged breathing, pushing at Yoonhae’s chest. With both arms straining, he pleaded again in a pitiful voice.
“Yoonhae… please… Let’s rethink this. We’ve been on good terms all this time. Why do we have to go this far…?”
“Are you asking because you don’t know? Or do you just want to hear it from me?”
“You… you were doing fine… Living so well without me, growing up so impressively… right? Your business succeeded… you were living a life anyone would envy. Weren’t you…?”
Hearing Jungjoon’s attempt to reason, Yoonhae burst into laughter. Shaking his shoulders as if he’d lost it, he then raised his head with a blank expression.
“Let’s just kiss.”
“……”
“Come here and suck my lips already.”
Facing the crude command and the glint in his eyes, Jungjoon lost all will to resist. Instinctively, his gaze darted to the entrance. But it looked impossibly far, like a place he could never reach.
Swallowed by the despair of having nowhere to escape, he had no choice but to move as demanded. Reluctantly, Jungjoon grabbed Yoonhae’s shoulders first. Slowly tilting his face toward Yoonhae, who’d lowered his head for easier access.
He grimaced as he leaned in at an angle. He managed to bring his face close, but every attempt to overlap breaths or press their lips together failed.
“…Are you doing this on purpose? You keep teasing me, and it’s making me react in weird places.”
Yoonhae’s lower half had been visibly outlined for a while now. And because of it, Jungjoon found the nausea even harder to bear.
“…I can’t.”
“Can’t what?”
“I really… really can’t, Yoonhae… Give me a break…”
“Do it.”
“…I…”
“Do it. Before I do it.”
It was like a final warning.
“……”
Realizing he’d hit a dead end, Jungjoon gave up and closed his eyes. Without thinking, he rushed forward and pressed his lips to Yoonhae’s. Counting three seconds in an effort not to feel the sensation, he pulled away.
Yoonhae, who’d relentlessly demanded it, just stared down at him expressionlessly. Unable to decipher the meaning of the silent gaze, Jungjoon stood there, swallowing dryly. Pushed by the suffocating pressure, he ended up repeating the act once more.
“Why are you so bad at this?”
Even an old man who’s tried harder could do better. Yoonhae’s low taunt carried an odd amusement.
“This isn’t a kiss. It’s worse than what you give Ian.”
Grinning, he suddenly closed the distance. Jungjoon swallowed his breath at the sensation of their lips meeting.
“……”
The overwhelming disgust made even the slightest movement impossible. Yoonhae looked straight down at him, tilting his head slightly.
He gently pressed their lips together, then lightly sucked Jungjoon’s lower lip. Sticking out his tongue, he licked, nibbled softly, then delved inside again. Like a baby sucking a pacifier, he greedily slurped at Jungjoon’s tongue and saliva.
The sloppy friction sounds never ceased. While Yoonhae alone grew bizarrely excited and made a fuss, Jungjoon stood frozen like a lifeless object. His unblinking eyes soon welled up with moisture.
The taste of Yoonhae’s lips.
The taste of his saliva.
The large, thick lips and tongue forced him to acknowledge, against his will, that Yoonhae was a man.
“Ah…”
A hot body pressed against him. “Hngh…” With a heavy groan, Yoonhae pulled Jungjoon’s lower back closer, rubbing himself against him. Above, he repeated an act better described as drooling than kissing.
At the end of the relentless, fiery friction, as Yoonhae let out a relieved sigh and their bodies parted, Jungjoon realized he’d reached climax.
“…Ha…”
A satisfied breath poured into his ear. Yoonhae, soaked in heat, caressed Jungjoon’s earlobe as an afterthought. A slightly sweaty palm stroked his rigid back as if praising him.
Amid barely enduring it all, a spark suddenly flared in Jungjoon’s mind like a flash of light. Shoving the heavy body away, he bolted to the bathroom.
Kneeling before the toilet, everything inside him spilled out. The retching continued several times, the gut-wrenching pain pressing against his eyes. Only after emptying everything into the bowl did Jungjoon regain his senses.
Rinsing his mouth at the sink and splashing water on his face, he looked up. The mirror reflected red, teary eyes wet from vomiting. And there, by the door, Yoonhae stood watching him.
“Was it that bad?”
“…No.”
Washing his hands, Jungjoon lowered his eyes.
“You hate me, don’t you?”
“…No.”
“You’ve hated me since we were kids.”
“…That’s not… true.”
The blunt words piercing through his near-collapsing state felt like arrows. Overcome by a different discomfort from enduring the repulsive act, Jungjoon bowed his head. Feeling the gaze through the mirror, he stared only at the running water.
After a long while, he looked up to an empty mirror. Yoonhae was gone from the bathroom doorway, and amid the sink’s water, the sound of the front door closing echoed.
“You abandoned me and ran because you hated me, didn’t you?”
Yoonhae’s final words lingered in his ears belatedly.
⟡˖ ࣪
On his way home from work, utterly drained, Jungjoon received a message.
I picked up Ian.
It was a unilateral notice from Yoonhae, whom he’d thought wouldn’t contact him for a while.
“…Ha…”
Feeling a stifling tightness in his chest, Jungjoon gripped the steering wheel harder. Suppressing the sudden urge to yank the wheel and veer off somewhere, he quietly pressed the accelerator.
He couldn’t leave the child alone with him.
That was the only reason Jungjoon returned to the house where Yoonhae was. If Ian weren’t being held like a hostage, he’d have fled somewhere, anywhere, to avoid him at all costs.
“Daddy—!”
As he entered the house, the child, who’d been in Yoonhae’s arms, ran to him excitedly.
“You’re here?”
Yoonhae followed, greeting him like the homeowner.
“……”
…How can he wear that mask and act so calm?
What had happened yesterday while Ian was away felt like a nightmare’s carnage. Unwanted, horrific moments surged back, and Jungjoon quietly shuddered.
“I got sushi, so let’s eat together.”
“…Sure.”
That afternoon, the vivid resurgence of memories had made eating impossible. It wasn’t just nausea—shock rattled his mental foundation. Even recognizing his own state, the upheaval of his daily life, became part of the deep fatigue.
“Is it good?”
Yoonhae must’ve been watching him take his forced first bite of sushi, asking softly once he swallowed.
“…Yeah, it’s good.”
“I heard this place is famous, so I tried it. Glad it suits your taste.”
“……”
“Is the egg sushi good, Ian?”
“Yesss—!”
Yoonhae looked down at Ian with a warm, fatherly gaze.
…Crazy bastard.
Jungjoon unconsciously repeated the curse in his mind, grinding the inside of his teeth. He feared he’d snap at Yoonhae or storm out if he let go, so he averted his gaze like he was fleeing.
How could he have been so naive…? The past days of genuinely thanking Yoonhae for being an uncle to Ian, for showing him affection, now felt revolting.
The meal was unbearably contrived throughout. In front of the oblivious, happy child, Jungjoon nearly lost his composure several times. Forcing down three or four tasteless pieces of sushi and maintaining a calm facade was his limit.
“So, Ian, should we go to the store to buy a robot car?”
“Yes, yes, yes—!”
After eating, somehow the two had a conversation Jungjoon wasn’t privy to, deciding on a trip to the store.
“Hey, what’s this all of a sudden…?”
Grabbing the excited child’s shoulder as he started to run, Jungjoon questioned the situation.
“Let’s go to the store together. To get Ian some toys too.”
“Robot—! Robot—! Robot—!”
Ian chanted, unable to hide his excitement. Yoonhae casually grabbed his wallet and car keys. Swept up in an atmosphere he couldn’t disrupt, Jungjoon had no choice but to follow them.
They drove to a nearby large store in Yoonhae’s car. As soon as they entered, Yoonhae scooped up the thrilled Ian and headed straight for the toy section.
“Is this what Ian wants?”
“Yesss—!”
Yoonhae picked up the toy Ian wanted and handed it to him. Ian hugged the box like a precious treasure, beaming with joy.
“Pick one more, Ian.”
Yoonhae urged him to choose another.
“Hey, Yoonhae, that’s a bit…”
“I want to buy it for him. That’s okay, right?”
“……”
Just like leaving the house, Jungjoon couldn’t assert any opinion.
Ian excitedly chose a truck toy, and with Yoonhae picking a third, three large toy boxes ended up in the cart.
Buying so many toys at once was a first. It wasn’t just about saving money—Jungjoon’s principle had been to buy one occasionally for Ian’s upbringing.
“Since we’re here, let’s look around and get whatever we need.”
“…Sure.”
Ian, cheeks flushed with excitement, clung to Yoonhae’s hand. To anyone watching, Yoonhae, not Jungjoon, looked like Ian’s dad. Ian’s bold demands for this and that as they roamed the aisles felt unfamiliar to Jungjoon.
“Oh! Hello.”
Snapped out of his daze in the food section, Jungjoon turned.
“Oh… hello.”
Before him stood a parent from the same daycare—an omega man he’d once spoken with alongside Yoonhae, deceived by their fake couple act.
“Oh? It’s Siyeon!”
Ian spotted his friend ahead and ran over.
“Hi, Ian— Oh, hello, Ian’s dad! We meet again.”
Yoonhae approached with a smile and a bow, pushing the cart.
“You’re all shopping together. We came just the two of us since my husband’s late with a work dinner.”
“…I see.”
Jungjoon struggled to relax his expression, hoping the man would leave soon.
“But from afar, I thought you two were fighting—you were walking so far apart.”
The man chuckled, covering his mouth. Yoonhae stepped closer, wrapping an arm around Jungjoon’s shoulder.
“Caught us. I messed up a bit… He’s mad at me right now.”
Right? Yoonhae tilted his head playfully, and Jungjoon nearly shoved him off.
“You were really fighting? Oh no, I must’ve blabbered too much.”
“……”
“Oh, but a couple’s fight is like cutting water with a knife—make up quick. My husband dances and clowns around when I’m mad. Ian’s dad should put in some effort tonight too.”
“Good tip. I’ll clown around hard tonight.”
While the two chatted absurdly, Jungjoon’s face paled as if he’d been dropped into another world.
“Oh! We’re taking Siyeon to an amusement park this Saturday—want to join if you’re free?”
“…Amusement park?”
Yoonhae’s gaze flicked over the stiff Jungjoon.
“We’d love to. Ian’ll be thrilled.”
At the sudden agreement, Jungjoon snapped his head up to glare at Yoonhae.
“Great—let’s set a time and go together.”
“Hyung’ll pick a good time and let you know.”
The hand on Jungjoon’s shoulder slid to his waist. Noticing the casual affection signaling a couple, Jungjoon tried to pull it off. But the iron grip clung to his hip like a suction cup, and he quickly let go in disgust.
“Oh, you call him ‘hyung.’ So fresh. We only did that while dating—after marriage, it’s ‘honey’ or ‘darling.’”
“…Should we switch too, darling?”
“…Maybe…”
He’s shy, huh? Yoonhae’s shameless reply made the two laugh with Jungjoon between them.
The man soon left with his daughter, promising to see them Saturday. Yoonhae rubbed Jungjoon’s shoulder once more after he was gone before letting go.
Only after escaping that awful touch did Jungjoon emerge from the razor’s edge of something bursting inside him.
As if nothing happened—no, with even more energy—Ian and Yoonhae resumed shopping cheerfully. Trailing behind the lively pair, Jungjoon moved like he was chained.
When it was finally time to leave, he had no energy left. Back at the car, he buckled Ian in with a pale, numb face.
“Did Ian have fun today?”
Yoonhae asked through the rearview mirror, meeting Ian’s eyes. Ian kicked his legs, shouting, “Yesss—!” Yoonhae’s satisfied gaze reflected back.
“……”
As the car started, Jungjoon stared out the window. The shifting scenery quickly buried his unease in dread.
The drive home brought no usual relief. Instead, it sparked boundless anxiety. What would Yoonhae do when they were alone? Worry over his unpredictable actions and the daunting task of resolving this weighed on Jungjoon like a stone.
All he could think was that Ian needed to grow distant from Yoonhae before bonding more. But the problem was no realistic way to leave came to mind. Even if he could manage it, the fallout would be too great.
If only I’d refused back then…
He shouldn’t have accepted Yoonhae’s offer to begin with. Or if he did, he should’ve taken it strictly as help, as Yoonhae first suggested. The vague politeness leading to a binding deal—and a hefty sum tied up with Yoonhae—was the issue.
‘…If I say I’m leaving, he won’t let me go easily.’
Given Yoonhae’s obsession so far, he wouldn’t respect Jungjoon’s wishes. Even if he agreed, it’d only be part of another scheme.
‘Either you kill me, or I kill you. Isn’t that the only realistic way for us to stop seeing each other?’
Jungjoon knew Yoonhae’s words weren’t a joke. Reflecting on that chilling intent and derailed mindset, he suddenly felt trapped in a mire.
“…Hm…”
Exhaling through his nose, he covered his mouth with the hand resting on the window frame. He feared he’d let out a strange groan otherwise. Ignoring the gaze through the rearview mirror, Jungjoon gloomily tracked the passing scenery.
⟡˖ ࣪
Even after returning home, Ian didn’t prepare for bed, still buzzing with excitement. He unpacked the toys from the store onto the living room floor, eagerly pulling them out with Yoonhae.
“…Ian. It’s about time to sleep.”
“Uh, I wanna play a little more. Just a little…!”
Ian clutched a robot toy in both hands, whining. Seeing his pleading eyes, Jungjoon doubted he’d sleep even if forced, so he nodded.
“…Alright. Then just twenty more minutes, okay? Promise?”
The moment permission was granted, Ian nodded absently, already fixated on the toys. About to say more, Jungjoon saw his profile lost in play and closed his mouth.
He went to the bedroom, stood there blankly for a moment, then started cleaning. To give Ian more time, he emerged into the living room ten minutes past the promised time.
“Ian…”
Jungjoon’s lips parted awkwardly mid-call. Yoonhae and Ian, who’d been playing in the living room moments ago, were gone, leaving only the toys behind.
A child’s rolling laughter echoed down the hall. Jungjoon’s head turned toward the bathroom at the hallway’s end.
Light spilled from the open bathroom, and his footsteps drew closer to the source of the sound, step by step.
“Ian’s got dinosaur horns on his head.”
Nearing the entrance, he peered inside. Tilting his head slightly, he saw two figures in the tub fill his vision. Yoonhae was massaging Ian’s scalp, creating bubbles. Ian shrieked and laughed uncontrollably at Yoonhae’s playful bubble horns.
“Do this, Daddy—!”
Jungjoon, unintentionally peeking, jolted. He thought Ian had noticed him standing there. But he soon realized that wasn’t it.
The request was aimed at Yoonhae, not him. For some reason, Ian was calling Yoonhae “Daddy.” And Yoonhae accepted it as if it were natural.
“……”
Jungjoon turned and leaned against the wall. His heart raced frighteningly. He tried to process what he’d seen and heard, but his mind only tangled further. The more he dwelled on it, the colder his chest felt, like indigestion.
Leaving the bathroom’s chatter behind, he crossed the hall. Entering the bedroom and sitting on the bed, he blinked aimlessly, unable to focus.
Soon, a freshly bathed Yoonhae emerged with Ian. In the bedroom, he carefully wiped and dried Ian on one side.
While Yoonhae took over what Jungjoon should’ve done, Jungjoon sat motionless. The two paid him no mind, and only when Yoonhae carried Ian toward the bed did Jungjoon stand and move to the living room.
Good night, Ian. Sleep well— Warm conversation drifted from inside. A smack of a kiss followed, and soon Yoonhae stepped out of the bedroom.
“…Let’s talk for a sec.”
Jungjoon rose from the sofa as if he’d been waiting.
“Sure.”
Yoonhae agreed, and Jungjoon shifted the conversation elsewhere to avoid Ian overhearing.
Entering the guest room, Yoonhae followed. As he closed the door with a thud, the room fell silent instantly.
“……”
Jungjoon’s eyes slowly dropped. His sunken gaze settled on the shower robe Yoonhae wore.
A familiar design and color. It was unmistakably his own robe, worn a few times and stored in the bathroom cabinet. What had been loose on him fit Yoonhae’s frame and length perfectly, nearly fooling Jungjoon into thinking it was different.
Staring blankly at his possession taken without permission, Jungjoon muttered abruptly.
“…I want to leave this house.”
“What’d you say?”
“I’m saying I’m leaving here.”
“…Leave? What’s this all of a sudden?”
“Something… came up. I think I need to move again.”
“You want to move? If you do, just say where. I can arrange anywhere you want.”
“No, that’s not it… I mean we don’t need your help anymore.”
Only after drawing a firm line did Yoonhae ask why.
“Why?”
Hesitating, Jungjoon shot back. You know why.
“Am I in the way?”
“……”
“Need to find Ian a new mom, and I’m a nuisance? Wanted to get it on with a woman after a while, but I’m ruining it, and you can’t stand it?”
Jungjoon winced at the crude words pelting his eardrums, a headache forming.
“What do you want from me…?”
“What do you think?”
“…I’m asking because I don’t know.”
“Think about it.”
What I want from you.
“…I don’t know. Please. Stop with the word games and just tell me clearly. If it’s something I can do, I’ll do my absolute best. I’ll do anything, so please…”
He was on the verge of begging Yoonhae to leave his and Ian’s lives.
“Anything, you say?”
Yoonhae interjected in a low voice.
“…Yes. Anything I can do, I’ll do.”
“Alright…”
Seeming to sink into thought, he untied the waistband of his robe at a moment Jungjoon didn’t notice. With a swish, the loosened knot unraveled, and the robe parted open.
“I’ve always wanted to show you.”
“……”
“That I’ve grown this much. That I’ve become an adult… I wanted to show you.”
As he stepped closer, a flustered Jungjoon raised an arm to stop him.
“…I know.”
Forcing himself to steady his trembling eyes and lock them onto Yoonhae’s, he calmed himself.
“I know very well how impress_ANDREWively you’ve grown…”
“Then look at me. You say I’ve grown well, so why won’t you look?”
“…I did look. I was more surprised and impressed than anyone.”
The robe finally parted completely on both sides, revealing bare flesh down to his lower body, uncovered by anything.
“You’ve never properly looked even once. At how I’ve become an adult.”
With a thud, the shed robe fell to his feet.
“Whether I’ve properly become a man. How I am.”
“……”
“…So look at me properly today.”
That was Yoonhae’s demand.
“……”
But despite saying he’d do anything, Jungjoon couldn’t lift his eyes. He kept staring down at Yoonhae’s large feet, proportionate to his frame, and the neatly trimmed, angular toenails. Facing a suddenly naked Yoonhae, he slipped into a mild panic.
“Lift your eyes.”
It was a command he could’ve ignored if he wanted to. But Jungjoon, feeling unable to defy it, slowly raised his gaze.
Past the sturdy legs holding him up, he looked at the half-erect penis that seemed to nod oddly.
“…My body… Did it grow well?”
At the question, Jungjoon nodded mechanically, as if programmed.
“Look at every detail. Whether I’ve grown properly…”
With a ha…, a groan, he suddenly grabbed his penis and began rubbing it.
“……”
Goosebumps prickled painfully across Jungjoon’s skin. If it had been smaller, maybe he could’ve looked straight at it. But knowing he’d surely vomit if he took it in fully, Jungjoon desperately scattered his focus.
“Look here.”
But as if refusing to allow any luck, a rough grip seized Jungjoon’s chin and turned it. Startled by the force digging into his cheek, his shoulders jolted in alarm. The hand soon released, but Jungjoon’s heart raced like it was seizing.
“Look at my dick.”
Grabbing the back of Jungjoon’s neck, Yoonhae forced him to see. The penis in Jungjoon’s view glistened from tip to shaft. As Yoonhae stroked the thick shaft, wet sounds mixed with his heightened breathing.
“Big, right?”
Jungjoon’s head gave a small, reluctant nod.
“…The biggest you’ve ever seen?”
“……”
When Jungjoon forced another nod, Yoonhae’s abdomen twitched, thick veins bulging and pulsing across his penis. Precum welled and dripped from the swollen, split glans.
If only…
If only it had been disgustingly filthy or horrific, it might’ve been more bearable than this. Even the taut scrotum, a symbol of youth, perfectly stoked Jungjoon’s revulsion. The way Yoonhae gripped, rubbed, and shook it in self-pleasure—Jungjoon, unable to look away, felt like he was bound and tortured.
“It’s bigger than usual.”
Because I want to fuck… he said, sliding his hand down to his scrotum, stroking his penis. He moved his hips back and forth as if simulating penetration. Crude, repulsive words, excited breaths, endless friction sounds, and movements tormented Jungjoon relentlessly.
Yoonhae’s aroused voice carried a hint of impatience and irritation, keeping Jungjoon on edge. As the sound of rubbing wet skin grew harsher, so did his ragged breathing, unsettling Jungjoon further.
“…!”
Yoonhae pulled Jungjoon’s waist closer, burying his face in Jungjoon’s nape. Frozen in shock, Jungjoon was held firm as Yoonhae let out a low groan at the end of vigorous stroking. Hot breath poured out, and the thick arms slowed, growing sluggish.
Jungjoon’s abdomen was now soiled with what had spurted from Yoonhae’s penis. Semen mixed with precum dripped onto the floor too. The sheer volume, the smell, and the warm heat overwhelmed him. As Jungjoon tried to push away and move, Yoonhae gripped his waist tightly and said,
“…I’ll let you leave.”
He pressed his damp lips beneath Jungjoon’s earlobe.
“If you date me.”
“……”
“If you go out with me, with marriage in mind.”
Lifting his head to speak, his eyes still gleamed with unspent arousal.
“…You know… that’s not going to happen…”
Barely suppressing nausea, Jungjoon replied.
“……”
Perhaps irked by that single sentence, Yoonhae abruptly pulled away, grabbed tissues from the side, and wiped his hands and penis. He left Jungjoon, the most sullied, untouched.
“Then you can just stay here forever without leaving.”
“……”
“Can’t date, but sex is fine, right?”
Spouting humiliating words, he lay on the bed, still naked without the robe. Propping his head with both arms behind him, he gazed down at Jungjoon with brazen calm.
“How about… sleeping over starting tonight?”
Faced with behavior no different from shamelessness and a still-erect penis, Jungjoon hurriedly fled the room. Just like after the forced kiss, he raced across the hall to the bathroom.
There, he quietly retched several times, careful not to let the sound leak out. After vomiting everything, he locked the door tightly and stripped off his soiled clothes to wash.
“……”
In front of the mirror, his full body showed hives and red blotches, like an allergic reaction.