IPSTDS Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Lee Kangil’s firmness swept Nahyuk along a little. Somehow, he felt like maybe he could live longer after all.

“Why did you have to pick a sad movie and make me cry?”

He spoke resentfully, but thankfully no more tears fell.

When he blinked, the last teardrop caught on his lashes spilled down.

“Want me to tell you the reason?”

“Yeah.”

But no answer came, and Lee Kangil’s face began to draw closer. He tilted his head slightly to the right, as if he were about to kiss him.

At last, the place his lips touched was the damp eyelid. A brief, feather-light brush, nothing more than a tickle.

“Because I wanted to see you cry.”

“…What?”

“You look sexy when you cry.”

He confessed it while licking his lips with the tip of his tongue in a sensual way.

Watching that, Nahyuk’s heart, which had been filled only with sadness, began to stir faintly with excitement.

“Seeing you cry turns me on more than any erotic movie.”

“…Me?”

“Yeah. You’re dripping with sex.”

“…”

“And tonight, you even smell good.”

Lee Kangil’s face touched the side of Nahyuk’s neck. As if to take in his scent, he buried his face there, breathing hot air against his skin without pause.

“I want to lick you.”

“…!”

And he did—his tongue flicked briefly against Nahyuk’s neck.

Startled, Nahyuk instinctively pushed him away, but Kangil paid no mind. He only raised his head, locking their eyes together in a burning stare.

His hand, which had somehow made its way up to Nahyuk’s cheek, brushed it softly. The gentle caress sent chills up his nape.

That hand slid downward and tapped lightly against Nahyuk’s lips. This time it was a sign he intended to kiss his mouth, not his eyelids.

Nahyuk thought it would be fine to kiss Kangil like this. Their lips had already touched more than once—there was no reason to stop.

Besides, he wanted to live a life without regrets, even if he died tomorrow. If he didn’t kiss today and died tomorrow, he knew he would regret it.

He closed his eyes and leaned forward with his lips slightly parted.

“Now you’re even begging me to kiss you.”

He was about to excuse himself—say it was Kangil who had tempted him first—but Kangil moved even faster.

The moment Nahyuk opened his mouth to explain, Kangil’s lips pressed against his. Before he could even suck on his lips, Kangil’s tongue slipped inside through the slight gap.

That tongue explored every corner of Nahyuk’s mouth with relentless persistence, as though searching for something hidden inside. Their exchanged breaths grew hotter.

Even before the kiss, their bodies had felt close, but the deeper the kiss grew, the nearer Kangil’s body seemed. As Nahyuk leaned back against the sofa, Kangil’s broad chest pressed down against him.

It wasn’t their first kiss, but Kangil’s forceful advance was hard to endure. Nahyuk parted his lips wider, trying to catch his breath.

But the more he did, the deeper Kangil’s lips invaded, leaving no room for escape.

Nahyuk’s whole body flushed hot, as though he’d been stricken with a fever.

It was a heady sensation, like being drunk on the strongest liquor. He clung to Kangil, letting out unsteady, ragged breaths.

It wasn’t just overwhelming. He found himself wanting to touch that firm body hidden under Kangil’s shirt.

He knew well how sensual that body was. Hard to believe it belonged to a researcher who did nothing but work. He wanted to see it again.

Just when Nahyuk thought he could finally enjoy this kiss, Kangil’s lips drew away.

Even as he gasped for air, Nahyuk regretted it. I want more.

But Kangil, unaware of his thoughts, brushed a finger gently across his lips. Unlike the rough kiss, the touch was tender.

“Breathe.”

At his words, Nahyuk drew in a deep breath, though his throat felt constricted, as if he couldn’t quite breathe right.

“You haven’t kissed Kim Daon, have you?”

“…”

“You’ve done everything else with him, so shouldn’t there at least be one thing different? You are my lover, after all.”

Still catching his breath, Nahyuk swallowed dryly.

Watching a movie with a brother and watching a movie with a lover… feels this different. If it weren’t for Lee Kangil, I’d never have known.

“Talking about a movie’s impressions is nice and all, but we should be enjoying an adult kind of romance.”

With a face that looked like it could tempt the whole world, Lee Kangil tilted his head and whispered into Nahyuk’s ear.

“Want to go to your room?”

Somehow, Nahyuk knew exactly what those words, laced with sensuality, really meant. It was an invitation to go beyond just kissing.

Maybe tonight, he would finally get to see what was hidden beneath Lee Kangil’s trousers.

Come to think of it, every time they had gotten into situations like this before, something always interfered, preventing them from going all the way.

Would today be different?

Even after his whisper faded, Kangil didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed several kisses against Nahyuk’s ear. Each one was deliberate, purposeful.

Every time those heated lips touched his skin, a shiver coursed through Nahyuk’s body. Pleasant goosebumps spread all over him.

He delayed his answer for a moment and simply stared at Kangil’s face, so close their breaths mingled. Unlike Nahyuk’s flushed skin, Kangil’s complexion was pale, his pupils sharp and black.

Kangil’s eyes looked even fiercer than usual, as though he might devour him whole.

But Nahyuk didn’t dislike it. If anything, he wished that same fevered excitement he felt would stain Kangil’s gaze as well.

“Not bad. You’re even keeping eye contact.”

Kangil said it like a compliment before pressing kisses across his face—his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows, eyelids… and finally, his lips.

“Answer me yourself. Do you want to go further with me?”

Just as Nahyuk’s lips parted to reply, the phone on the table in front of the sofa buzzed loudly.

Zzzzzzz—

Like they had agreed in advance, neither of them moved. They ignored the vibration.

But it wouldn’t stop. The phone trembled relentlessly.

Then, as if the call had ended, it went quiet. Only for the vibration to resume again not long after.

“…Damn it. What bastard is this.”

“Should I turn the phone off?”

“Fine by me.”

Nahyuk reached out and picked up his phone.

In that moment, he also heard Kangil mutter under his breath. Something about not letting it slide if it was Kim Daon.

But the caller was someone unexpected.

“….”

Nahyuk froze, unable to move his stiffening face, only clutching the phone in silence.

Sensing something was off, Kangil pulled back from pinning him down and sat beside him again, lowering his gaze.

“…Seo Dowoong?”

Surprisingly, the caller was Seo Dowoong.

There was no guessing why he had suddenly called after being so quiet for so long. Especially today of all days—Sunday. It couldn’t be work-related.

But why?

Did he call just to confirm whether Nahyuk had really told the truth about dating Kangil?

And what would he even do with that confirmation?

It wasn’t as though he’d suddenly fallen for Yoon Noah now…

Nahyuk couldn’t make sense of Seo Dowoong’s heart. Calling it simply “looking for a runaway puppy” didn’t explain it. His obsession had gone far beyond that.

Even in the novel “Even in Ruins, Flowers Bloom,” he had never behaved this way. The Seo Dowoong in the story had never contacted Kim Daon first, not out of pride.

Just then, Kangil gently plucked the phone from Nahyuk’s hand.

“Yoon Noah, want me to answer for you?”

“You’d do that?”

Nahyuk couldn’t read Seo Dowoong’s intentions, but he felt it might be best if Kangil answered instead. That way, Seo Dowoong might finally believe they were truly together.

But just as Kangil was about to take the call, it abruptly cut off.

Two missed calls showed on the screen, but another call never came.

“Want me to call back?”

Nahyuk shook his head.

“If he had called again, maybe. But I don’t think we need to go out of our way.”

He only hoped Seo Dowoong would take his silence as rejection.

Kangil let out a heavy sigh and tilted his head back.

“Damn Seo Dowoong. To interrupt at such a crucial moment.”

He seemed to think the entire mood he’d been building had been completely shattered by Seo Dowoong’s call.

But Nahyuk’s mind hadn’t changed. He groped forward, finding Kangil’s hand resting loosely on the sofa, and clasped his fingers.

“We can still… go to my room.”