LCL 59

I didn’t hear Lim Dae-han’s words. I was in the middle of writing a message to Moon Ji-woo. I had unblocked everything. Suddenly, I remembered hitting my brother’s head when he insulted Lim Dae-han before.

My brother was still holding a grudge because of that, and this time it was similar. Whenever someone badmouthed Lim Dae-han, I would go crazy as if possessed by some sort of demon.

[Just you wait until I see you again if you’re going to spread rumors I know all about your story too…]

As I was furiously tapping on the keypad, the phone disappeared from my sight. What the! I glared behind me with all my might. Lim Dae-han had snatched my phone and was holding it up high. He looked at the message with an exasperated face.

“You should at least send an insult. What’s this?”

“Give me my phone.”

“Forget about it. It’s not even worth contacting him.”

Lim Dae-han deleted the message. Damn. I forgot what I had written.

“They won’t contact you anymore.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because he must’ve realized that you’re not someone who will accept him.”

He closed the message window and put the phone back in my hand. Is that really true? Was the reason Moon Ji-woo was especially cruel to me was because he thought I accepted him?

I snatched my phone out of his hands and shoved it into my pocket. I exhaled roughly through my nose, so much so that I could feel my nostrils flaring with every exhale.

“What kind of relationship do you two have to be acting like this?” Lee Deok, who didn’t know about me and Lim Dae-han, asked again. Lim Dae-han put his hand on the nape of his neck. 

Then he played dumb to the guys standing there with flabbergasted faces.

“It’s not easy when your lover has a hot temper. You never know when they might blow a fuse and go off smashing someone’s head in.”

I was clearly going to be the talk of Lee Deok, Park Yeo-seon, and Jung Ji-pil’s drinking session now.

After the guys left saying they needed to drink more amongst themselves, I was left alone with Lim Dae-han. I sat on the bench and sorted out my anger from earlier, with the blaring music and the noisy crowd behind us.

I clasped my hands together. In place of the subsided anger, only emptiness remained. Why had I been so uncomfortable with someone who would run away after just a few shouts and one grab of the collar?

Did Moon Ji-woo really look down on me because I acted stupidly?

I kicked away a pebble that was caught under my foot. The rolling pebble got caught on a weed that was just starting to sprout.

Lim Dae-han put both arms over the back of the bench. He moved his head left and right, stretching his neck muscles. His arm naturally wrapped around me, and as he fidgeted, he suddenly poked my shoulder with his fingertip.

It was an unexpected prank while the two of us were alone. Wondering what he was doing, I turned to look at him, but Lim Dae-han pretended he hadn’t done anything.

“…What are you doing?”

“What?”

“Why are you poking me and pretending you didn’t?”

“I didn’t poke you.”

I frowned at the obvious lie. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to cheer me up or pick a fight, so I just stared at him blankly. Lim Dae-han also had a somewhat expressionless face.

We stared at each other like we were having a staring contest. Lim Dae-han was the first to close his eyes. He couldn’t hold back and ended up smiling, his eyes narrowing.

“Hey, Ki Young-hyun.”

His voice was somehow excited. It seemed like it didn’t matter if I didn’t answer. He wrapped his arm around my forearm and pulled me toward him. Our shoulders touched as I was almost embraced.

Lim Dae-han rubbed my forearm up and down vigorously. What’s wrong with him? I twisted my shoulder but couldn’t move. After thoroughly caressing my forearm, he then pressed down on my head with his chin. It hurt, but I endured it knowing it was him showing his affection toward me.

“You must really like me a lot.”

“…What?”

It was true, but his confident demeanor was unpleasant.

“Do you get that angry when other people badmouth me? Can’t you stand it? Can’t you hold back your punches?”

I firmly closed my lips at his excited questions. When I didn’t give any answer, Lim Dae-han put more strength into his chin. It felt like my skull would get scratched as a result.

“Ki Young-hyun, tell me. Do you like me that much?”

His smirking face was incredibly annoying. I glared at Lim Dae-han with force, but he just kept grinning. Even when I made a fairly fierce expression, wrinkling my nose bridge, he just said “Oh ho” and pulled me into a hug.

…I knew it wouldn’t work anyway. I pulled my head back to escape his chin. Lim Dae-han put his arm around my shoulder and fiddled with my earlobe. I wondered why he was asking for answers like “I like you” when we were already both desperate to touch each other in various ways.

“So it’s okay if other people badmouth me?”

“I don’t let them from the start.”

If he doesn’t let them from the start…

“…Are there people badmouthing me?”

“No, there aren’t.”

Lim Dae-han answered very quickly. That was a bit unsettling, but it wasn’t like everyone out there liked me. Anyway, wasn’t it natural to dislike people badmouthing your lover? Especially when it was someone you didn’t even know well.

I think it was understandable that Jung Ji-pil complained. Lim Dae-han often bullied and teased Jung Jipil. Park In-gong too…I think these two could do it because they had been on the receiving end, but in Moon Ji-woo’s case, it annoyed me that he was talking nonsense without even knowing anything.

“It’s natural because you’re my lover…”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah…”

Lim Dae-han got up to his feet and then knelt on the ground. Maintaining that posture with his large build seemed somewhat precarious. It looked like he might fall forward at any given moment.

He placed his palm on my knee and put his weight on it. His eyes looking up at me were distinct. We often kissed or enjoyed secret meetings in places without people at school, but it was the first time we were this close to each other in such an open place.

I looked around, scanning my surroundings. Fortunately, there was no one around. I shifted my gaze back. Lim Dae-han was still looking at me.

…I wanted to kiss.

“Lim Dae-han.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you perhaps want to kiss?”

I passed the question to Lim Dae-han. He said he wanted to kiss yesterday, so he probably wanted to now too. Yesterday, we both collapsed as soon as we got home, so there was no chance to kiss.

His eyebrows curved like waves. Instead of answering, Lim Dae-han mulled over the meaning of my words.

Just say you want to kiss. I’ll do it.

Frustratingly, Lim Dae-han just made a humming sound and said nothing more.

“…Don’t you want to kiss?”

I asked again, showing an anxious look on my face when he wasn’t answering. I was getting impatient as no affirmative answer came back.

“Why? You said you wanted to yesterday.”

“I did yesterday.”

“And now?”

“Hmm.”

“You don’t want to do it now?”

I dragged my feet again. I finally got annoyed.

“Hey—”

As I hardened my expression, he covered his mouth with the back of his hand and laughed. He knew what he was doing. I reached up and grabbed a few strands of his short hair and pulled.

“Ouch.”

With a grimace, he sat up. His body tilted toward me, too scared to get up. I sucked my lips in with a popping sound, then let them fall.

My tongue darted out, but I couldn’t reach it and pulled away. My tongue dangled in the air, and I shrugged it off. The kiss was a disappointment. That was the worst part.

He glanced back at the twinkling lights of the great hall. I was going to head back to the pub, but I wanted to stay with them a little longer.

It was a shame, but I knew he was taking the initiative to help the seniors with their work, so I couldn’t hold him back. He was probably still here because of me. I took a deep breath. I looked up a beat late. He was staring at me.

“Ki Young-hyun.”

“…Yeah.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“If you want to, will you do it?”

The idea of “giving” a kiss bothered me, but I really wanted to. A kiss was not enough. I wanted to do it the way it was supposed to be done, a full-on, all-out kiss where we lunged at each other like we were going to eat each other alive.

I was a problem, too, so I tugged on his arm. I noticed his nails, ragged and rough but always neatly filed.

He clipped them when they grew a little and filed them with a nail file. I’d never seen them turn white.

“…I want to.”

No sooner had I spoken than his middle finger curled inward. It felt suggestive like a sexual gesture, and I stiffened in place.

“Lim Dae-han.”

I called after him, wondering what kind of expression he was wearing, but he didn’t look back at me until after a long moment.

* * *

Yesterday, while I was idly wasting time with nothing to do, a senior came up to me and said,

‘Young-hyun, you know what? If you wander around the school during the festival, you’ll hear strange noises.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘With all these energetic and horny twenty-year-olds gathered, wouldn’t you expect something to happen?’

Instead of freaking out, I was like, “Oh, really?” because he was just making sexual jokes to a naive freshman who didn’t know any better. I couldn’t help but think to myself, There are a lot of perverts in this world.

Why do they go out and make a scene when they could have done it at home, in a hotel, or, if they were in a hurry, in a motel? They’re not slaves to their lust, and they can wait.

…I was sure I’d thought of that before.

I grabbed his back and hugged him. I sucked in the thrusting tongue as hard as I could. He slid his tongue between my parted lips and rubbed it, moving it up and down, then coiled around it.

He gasped for air. He folded his knees and dug into her crotch. I felt dizzy from the steady thrusts.

He wrapped his hand around one of my legs and wrapped it around his own. It was hard, but he held on, so I didn’t mind. Closing my eyes tightly, I hugged his neck and pulled him closer.

The end stall of the restroom on the third floor of the business school. We were cuddled up and kissing in that narrow stall.

“Mmm, eugh, ungh…”

I tilted my head and sank my tongue deeper. Maybe I was a real pervert after all. My hands slid down his neck to his shoulders and then to his chest.

I could feel him smiling as we kissed. His chest was just that, but I couldn’t stop myself from touching it. It felt firm, since it was obvious he worked out.

My knees wobbled as I dug deep between my legs. I dug my nails into his back as I felt his erect penis pressing against me.

“Ah!”

A gasp escaped. Lim Dae-han covered my mouth with his hand.

“You can’t make a sound. You understand.”

I nodded my head, my mouth muffled by his hand. He pressed his lips to mine once more, and then caressed my cheeks and along the side of my neck. I pulled his head into mine, feeling his hot breath tickle my skin.

I dug my fingers into his short hair. Ah, I want to masturbate. I rubbed my lips against his temple.

I gently pushed his shoulders away, and he obediently stepped back. He was like me. His eyes were dying to have sex.

…But can we actually do it in the bathroom? I was already hastily unbuckling my pants, despite the waves of anxiety that were washing over me.

“…”

“What are you going to do?”

“Wait, wait a…”

“Masturbate?”

“…Yeah, just a little.”

I lowered the toilet seat cover and sat on it. I unbuckled it and stuck my hand inside. I pulled out my penis, which was still damp with Cowper’s fluid.

I felt bad for suddenly jerking off while kissing him, but I was already so turned on. He was standing in front of me, facing me. I buried my face in his lower body and fondled his penis. He gasped.

“Ha…ha…”

“Breathe a little quieter.”

“Mmhmm…Heup…”

I curled my lips and concentrated on masturbating. I shook it slightly as I jerked off, and ejaculated. I exhaled a long breath.

He was holding back, but his condition was similar to mine. His penis was already fully erect. It was clearly outlined in his pants.

I bit my lower lip and pulled it away. I tugged at my chin and said.

“Dae-han.”

“Uh.”

“Take it out, I’ll suck it.”

“Ha…”

“Quick.”

I pulled my hand away, taking a moment to soothe my Cowper-soaked penis. It stood so stiff it hurt.

If I’d stayed home, we’d have been fucking long ago.

I unbuckled his pants and slid them down with more urgency than I’d had in pulling mine off. 

Likewise, I pulled out his cock, which was still wet at the tip.

Suddenly, a shadow fell before my eyes.

He cupped my cheek. He didn’t say no, so I guess he was a pervert too.

“You have to suck it without making a sound.”

I opened my mouth to answer. I bit the tip of my cock and tasted the bitter taste of Cowper’s fluid. I ran my tongue along the shaft, just past the penis.

Hot breath poured from the top of his head as he pressed his lips together and apart, sucking on the penis.

“Huh…”

He was breathing heavily, even though he’d told me not to make a sound, but it didn’t feel too bad, so I decided to concentrate on sucking. I moved my head back and forth and sucked on his penis.

I took as much as I could bite off, since I wouldn’t be able to fit it all in my mouth anyway. With each movement, it made a saliva-soaked slurping sound.

Sometimes, when it reached the back of my throat, I gagged. After spitting out the penis, I took a moment to catch my breath. I wet my lips with my tongue again and buried my lips against his shaft again.