LCL 53

To be honest now, while I tended to finish quickly, Lim Dae-han didn’t usually. I had never done it with anyone else, but I think Lim Dae-han was good at it. But Lim Dae-han…

“Answer me. Am I not good at it?”

Annoyed by Lim Dae-han’s silence, I twisted his nipple. 

“Ah,” Lim Dae-han let out a short sound, then slapped my back lightly before hugging me again.

I must really not be good at it. He wasn’t answering me. As I stared up at him in bewilderment, Lim Dae-han said in a voice devoid of any sincerity, “You’re good at it.”

It was obvious he was trying to smooth over the situation. “You’re gooood.” His voice dragged out, and my dissatisfaction grew.

“No…but I like being on top too.”

“Yeah, you’re good. You’re good. I was just joking.”

“You said I can’t move well.”

“…”

“You’re not going to answer me?”

I suddenly sat up on his stomach. It was a bit uncomfortable on his stomach, so I slightly adjusted my position and felt his coarse pubic hair against my skin. I knew it was a bit indecent to be straddling him with my legs spread…

But is it really that embarrassing between us…? Lim Dae-han silently grasped my genitals.

“Hey. Lim Dae-han—-“

As I called his name sharply, Lim Dae-han fondled my genitals and said, “Sometimes you get excited and move on your own, you know.”

“No way.”

“But you can’t move for long. You come after moving just a little, and then you whine about being tired.”

“…”

I was finishing off right then. As I kept my lips sealed, Lim Dae-han grabbed and pulled my buttocks.

“I’ll suck you off.”

I wasn’t in the mood to have my dick sucked off right now. I wanted to say something out of frustration, but I had already brought my lower body close to his face. I grabbed the sofa armrests with both hands.

He took my genitals into his hot, moist mouth. My inconsiderate lower half had already become hard and erect from when he started touching me earlier.

“Hah, huu, mmh, mmh…”

“Come in my mouth.”

Lim Dae-han said to me with a rather unclear pronunciation. As he rolled his tongue and tightened the space in his mouth, my hips jerked. And soon…I came rather pathetically.

I attached various reasons to this. I was a bit tired today, I had ejaculated too many times, or maybe Lim Dae-han was just too good at sucking…et cetera. What’s the need to rationalize?

I let out a deep sigh. I wanted to hug him. I got up and embraced him again. Well, if you’re not good at something, you just need to practice hard, and no one could be good at everything.

The reason Lim Dae-han was good at this was because he was originally good at physical things. Soccer, fighting, and so on…Compared to him, I was weak in those areas. While hugging him, I bent my knees and touched his lower part.

“You’re hard too.”

“I’ve been like this since I started sucking.”

I was probably the only one who knew that Lim Dae-han got hard while sucking dick. It would be a problem if others knew about it. I playfully stroked his penis.

I controlled myself well, as we could easily end up tumbling around again at the slightest provocation.

At that moment, there was a vibration. It was mine. Since I had left my phone not far from the sofa, it was easy to find. I lightly sucked on Lim Dae-han’s chin and reached out toward the side table.

“…”

‘Moon Ji-woo’

“Who is it?”

Lim Dae-han asked, tilting his head to one side. As I remained silent, Lim Dae-han snatched the phone from my hand and checked who the caller was.

I was afraid that if he answered the call, things might escalate, though that probably wouldn’t happen. I just wanted to avoid it. If I could prevent things from getting more complicated, that would be great.

Fortunately, Lim Dae-han didn’t answer the phone. Instead, he hit the reject button. The pleasant mood was broken, and I cautiously observed his reaction.

Lim Dae-han looked at the phone that was no longer ringing and then turned it off. He carelessly tossed the powered-off phone aside. And then…

“Kiss me. Deeply.”

He only begged for a kiss instead.

***

[Yoonhwa University, Connecting Past and Future]

[The Peak of Youth is at ‘Hwaseong Festival’]

A large banner was hung at the main gate. The atmosphere was already festive before even entering the gate. The festival mood was in full swing. Unlike usual, today I headed to school alone through the main gate.

“They say a lot of people are coming to the festival.”

I overheard the conversation of students excited about the festival. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop on others’ conversations, but being alone, my ears unconsciously tuned in to what they had to say.

“Yeah, I heard up to 10,000 people come when it’s busy.”

“No way. That many people will come?”

Who comes to a university festival in tens of thousands? Don’t they have anything better to do?

Thinking this, I entered the main gate. Banners were densely packed on both sides of the road.

The content was predictable: Enjoy your youth. You only live once. Enjoy the festival safely. Don’t drink too much. More sponsors, and so on.

Though I grumbled internally, I was excited too. My heart was as full as when I had entered school a few months ago. I gripped the strap of the duffel bag crossing my upper body. I lifted my head to look at the sky.

The weather seemed especially nice today. Could it be this good? Exciting music blared under the clear sky.

“Young-hyun!”

“Ki Young-hyun!”

I turned my head at the voices that pierced through the music. It turned out to be my classmates. The classmates who said they’d spend time at a cafe because their major classes were canceled came running toward me.

Their outfits and makeup were a bit different from usual. Everyone looked excited. We decided to ignore the upcoming exam period.

It was only three days, so it should be fine. I looked around, noticing there seemed to be fewer people than usual.

“Where are all the others?”

“The student council and executive committee members went ahead to help prepare the pub. We just need to be there by 5 p.m. Should we go take a look? Or do you have class?”

“Isn’t the major class canceled?”

“Yeah, that’s what the professor said.”

“I don’t have any liberal arts classes today.”

“What about Dae-han?”

I opened my eyes wide at the sudden question. When I gave a quizzical look as if to ask why they were asking me this, my classmate casually replied, “You and Dae-han are close, right? You’ve been hanging out together lately.”

“Ah…have we?”

No, it’s not just “have we?” Lim Dae-han and I had openly changed our course after the group project. We sat together and hung out together. I didn’t know what Lim Dae-han said to Senior Hyuna, but they ended up sitting separately.

Park In-gong, who suddenly lost his partner, had his lips puckered out three feet. He even sent a long message asking if we were ditching him. I had to drink enough to have a hangover the next day to console him. Thanks to that, things were smoothed over well. Well…one way or another, the semester was passing by well.

“Contact him. Ask where he is.”

I already knew where Lim Dae-han was. He was with the seniors. He had been dragged to senior Seong-hong’s apartment early in the morning and was still with the seniors.

From what I could see, Lim Dae-han seemed to be doing more work than the executive committee or student council members.

Lim Dae-han, who would normally have stubbornly resisted going to work early, saying, “Why should I go early to work?” instead moved along willingly.

It was the result of venting his frustrations on senior Seong-hong, who had been persistent a few days ago. Although Senior Seong-hong said it was fine, it seemed to have stuck with Lim Dae-han, as he was acting more docile than usual.

I don’t know. Anyway, it was fortunate that it blew over well. …It did blow over, right?

There hadn’t been any issues with Moon Ji-woo either. So far so good. I had blocked his messenger and number and tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible in the School of Business. Moon Ji-woo, whom I used to run into here and there, had disappeared. I wasn’t sure if it was resolved well or not, but I decided to think positively about it. Because there was no other option.

“Aren’t you going to contact him?”

My classmate urged as I just stood there holding my phone. Why are they so keen on finding Lim Dae-han through me when they know we weren’t even that close?

“Well, he’s probably somewhere, right? Should we go help the seniors since we have nothing else to do?”

I casually suggested. I wanted to go help Lim Dae-han who was preparing at the pub. I deliberately ignored the glances coming my way.

“Ki Young-hyun, what’s gotten into you?”

They asked as if it was really unexpected. And for good reason, among my close classmates, I was the only one who barely interacted with the seniors.

While all my classmates got along well with the seniors, I found it difficult to get close. Even if I got treated to a meal, that was the extent of it. So for me to suggest going to help the seniors, and voluntarily at that…

“Oh, just…”

“What are you trying to gain by sucking up to the seniors?”

“No, it’s not…”

I smiled awkwardly at the question, accompanied by a pat on my shoulder. In truth, I wasn’t interested in the seniors at all. I was only thinking of going to help Lim Dae-han.

Anyway, since the others were close with the seniors, they said they’d go early. As opinions were converging on going early, one classmate grabbed me and suggested, “Young-hyun, want to get your fortune read?”

“What? Tarot?”

“Our club is doing tarot card readings this time, and they say it’s really accurate. I heard they made some money doing this last year too.”

“Why are you asking me…?”

“Let’s just go for fun. I tried to persuade the others, but they didn’t take bite. How about the three of us—you, Soyi, and me?”

Fortune-telling, tarot, divination and such were far from my interests. It wasn’t that I was  particularly religious, I just wasn’t interested. There weren’t any people around me who liked that kind of thing either.

Hmm. Reading my hesitation, my classmate gave me a pat on the shoulder.

“It’s for fun. Just for fun. When else would you do this if not at a festival?”

* * *

It seemed the claim about its popularity wasn’t wrong. The only booth with a line in the daytime booth area was the tarot booth. As we got closer, the name of the club running the booth became visible, and it was unexpected.

“The film club is running a tarot booth?”

“Oh, well. I guess that’s how it turned out.”

My classmate also seemed embarrassed, laughing awkwardly. As it turned out, it was a really strange club. They apparently watch cult films day and night, and debate about movies while spitting at each other. I felt bad saying this, but it suited my classmate well. She was a bit of an odd one too.

We were able to enter the booth only after waiting for 30 minutes.

“Unnie!”

My classmate approached the person sitting in the middle of the booth. We had expected someone called Taro wearing a large cloak, but it was just an ordinary college student. I loosened my grip on my bag strap.

“Hello,” my classmate said, bowing slightly. I felt a bit awkward being the only male, but when else would I get to have my tarot cards read? I decided to make it a good memory.

What should I ask about? The future? Health? I didn’t need to ask about my love life. That was going well already.

“Young-hyun, are you going to get a reading too?”

“…I haven’t decided what to ask about yet.”

“This place specializes in love readings. They only do love-related ones.”

“Me first! I want to go first!” exclaimed my classmate, who was desperate for romance despite being barely twenty.

Love specialization…My interest was fading fast.

I might have done it for fun if it was about employment or my future, but I had even less interest in love readings. Why did it have to be about love?

“Just try it for fun. Ask how long you’ll date your current girlfriend. We waited in line for 30 minutes after all.”

“Well…I guess…”

The most eager classmate went first. It was more fun to nitpick as the cards were chosen and interpreted. “Isn’t this almost like a ghost? Isn’t that holding a knife? It looks like they’re carrying a bundle. Maybe going on a long trip?”

My classmate glared at me each time, but surprisingly, the tarot results were good. The fortune teller said she’d definitely start dating someone this year, likely someone four or five years older.

She said this would be the most stable option. Is it normal for readings to be this detailed? My classmate’s eyes sparkled as she asked, “Could it be someone four or five years younger?”

“Then you’d get arrested. How young are you trying to date?”

“Ah, whatever. I’m not even interested in younger guys anyway.”

“An older partner might suit you better. Why,? Don’t you like older men?”

“No, no. Haha, it’s not that. I just want to date someone. But four or five years is quite a big gap…”

“Four or five years older is practically an uncle.”

She claimed to want to date, but she was always at home except for classes. Even when invited out, she’d refuse, saying, “Nah, too bothersome.” 

Don’t you have to go out to meet new people? Honestly, I couldn’t believe it.

“Your turn,” said the woman shuffling the cards across from us.

“Umm…” I drawled. She seemed to think I was contemplating. My classmate, elated at the prospect of dating, nudged my side.

“It’s just for fun. What’s the harm? Just do it.”

“Uh…okay…”

I finally nodded my head. It was just lighthearted fun after all. I absolutely won’t take these cards seriously.

“Choose eight cards with your left hand.”

I picked eight cards, just like my classmate had done. I flipped them over one by one. The outlook didn’t seem very promising.

A man presumed to be a clown, a woman in white holding a sword, and a large heart…It wasn’t easy to guess. When it was my classmate’s turn, I was busy teasing from the sidelines, but now that it was mine, I became curious. The heart seemed like a good sign.

“This represents your past. It seems you didn’t have any particularly bad times. Just a normal relationship, right? How long have you been dating?”

“Since we were eighteen.”

“That’s a long time. Same age?”

“Yes.”

“Moving to the present…let’s check the future simultaneously. This is the Five of Swords. Hmm…”

It seems each card has a different interpretation. She was examining the cards so seriously that I found myself swallowing nervously. What was she going to say?