PEN Vol 3 Ch. 5

Those realizations strangely made Sejin’s heart race, and his throat went dry.

His face felt hot and flushed.

He felt strange.

Why do I feel like this?

Sejin swallowed dryly and, in an effort to hurry up and finish, reached out to unbutton Cheon Sejoo’s shirt. One by one, as the buttons came undone, the rustling shirt gradually opened, revealing Cheon Sejoo’s pale, bare upper body.

Sejin’s eyes traveled down his skin as if mesmerized.

Neither too thin nor overly muscular, with just the right amount of muscle, Cheon Sejoo’s body was captivating. With each soft breath he took, his chest rose and fell steadily, almost childlike in its peacefulness.

“…….”

Blushing, Sejin pursed his lips.

It was hard not to be envious of such a well-sculpted body. Unlike the bulkier men from Shinsa Capital, Cheon Sejoo’s upper body, which had just the right amount of muscle, formed an impeccable physique. His slightly defined chest muscles, the soft skin wrapped around his ribs, and the contrast between his broad shoulders and slim waist, all of it made Sejin feel inexplicably strange for some reason…

It was beautiful. Yet, that seemingly perfect body was covered in many scars.

Sejin, unaware of how upset it made him, gazed at the marks on Cheon Sejoo’s skin with a faintly sad expression.

On his lower abdomen, there were scars from stitches and long cuts that had healed into marks. One particularly long scar, about a hand’s length, stretched from beneath his left chest down to his side. Seeing those scars, Sejin became even more certain that Cheon Sejoo wasn’t just an ordinary loan shark.

A scene from a noir film he had seen on TV flashed through his mind.

Was this what Cheon Sejoo had meant by “irreplaceable work”?

Sejin quietly pondered as he finished unbuttoning Cheon Sejoo’s shirt.

It wasn’t too difficult to undress him. All Sejin had to do was gently turn his body to slip his arms out of the sleeves and pull the shirt off. But putting the T-shirt on afterward was more difficult.

Sejin figured he should start by getting Cheon Sejoo’s head through the shirt first. He carefully rolled up the hem of the shirt and, moving in close, used both hands to lift Sejoo’s head while grunting a little as he worked the shirt over it.

Once the shirt passed over Cheon Sejoo’s neck, Sejin had to guide his arms into the sleeves, and that’s when the real trouble began. As Sejin tried to push one of Cheon Sejoo’s arms through, he hesitated. It felt like the slightest wrong move might break his bone.

Sejin let out a disbelieving chuckle at his own ridiculous thought. There was no way such a firm, muscular arm would break from his touch, so he couldn’t understand why he was thinking like that.

With a sigh, Sejin carefully leaned forward and slowly slid Cheon Sejoo’s arms into the sleeves, taking care not to cause him any discomfort. Just as he was about to do the same for Sejoo’s injured hand, he leaned down once more—when suddenly…

Sejin noticed something on Cheon Sejoo’s pale neck.

His eyes fell on the small dot, which looked like shades of brown and pink blended into a deep reddish-pink color, just barely visible against his skin. Two tiny dots, almost as small as if they had been pricked by a pencil tip, sat in a neat line on the middle of Cheon Sejoo’s left neckline. They were so small and cute that you wouldn’t even notice they were there unless you looked closely.

Suddenly, Sejin remembered the red marks that Cheon Sejoo sometimes came home with after being outside. Now that he thought about it, it was around this same spot.

Were they from a woman he was seeing?

Was it a mark from when she had sucked at those dots?

Sejin found himself unknowingly empathizing with the feelings of this woman whose name he didn’t even know.

This is really…

…really.

Really what?

Sejin frowned as he jerked his head up, suddenly aware of the crazy thoughts his mind trailed off into.

He felt his face burning.

Was he losing his mind?

Perhaps being around such a perverted man was making his thoughts as twisted. In an attempt to clear his head, Sejin lightly slapped his cheeks with both hands and focused back on dressing Cheon Sejoo. As he continued to work, Sejin’s hand became even more careful. After struggling to get the T-shirt on him, Sejin’s hand hovered over Cheon Sejoo’s belt.

Maybe going that far is too much. I should just leave it as it was.

He debated for a moment, but then brushed it off—

But then again, what’s the big deal? We’re both guys, after all.

With that thought, he confidently unbuckled Cheon Sejoo’s belt.

Anyway, it’s not like he hadn’t seen Cheon Sejoo’s thing before. Sejin had caught a glimpse of it more than once, all because Cheon Sejoo was so careless with himself. Thinking this, Sejin casually undid the buckle and pulled down both Cheon Sejoo’s pants and underwear at once.

“…”

However, seeing it right in front of his face was entirely different from catching a fleeting glimpse. Sejin froze at the sight of Cheon Sejoo’s exposed lower body, his mouth clamped shut. In an instant, his cheeks and ears flushed a deep red.

‘Hyung had it pretty big, right?’

Sejin suddenly recalled something Cheon Sejoo had said once in a teasing tone. And Sejin had to admit it—he wasn’t wrong.

It was indeed big…

Not that Sejin’s own size was anything to be ashamed of—he was proportionate for his height. However, his was quite flexible, meaning there was a noticeable difference in size between when it was erect and when it wasn’t. On the other hand, even though Cheon Sejoo’s was completely relaxed, it was still large.

It might have appeared even bigger because his skin was smooth and pale with no hair. Kind of like how wearing white or pink clothes makes someone seem larger compared to wearing black clothes…

But why didn’t he have any hair?

Narrowing his eyes, Sejin pondered this question before quickly tearing his eyes away from Cheon Sejoo’s body. With a heavy sigh, he focused on getting the underwear up around Sejoo’s legs, determined to finish quickly and get out of there.

As he lifted Cheon Sejoo’s feet, placing one in each opening of the underwear, Sejin couldn’t help but notice his ankles and the top of his feet, which struck him as particularly neat and well-proportioned.

 It wasn’t the time or place for such thoughts, but Cheon Sejoo’s feet were truly beautiful. The bones of his perfectly shaped foot, almost like they were taken from a mannequin, and the faint blue veins running underneath his smooth skin… there wasn’t a single part that wasn’t orderly and flawed.

Sejin paused for a moment, admiring Cheon Sejoo’s feet, but then quickly continued, pulling the underwear up over his two ankles. He lifted his legs, turning his body around as necessary until he finally managed to get the underwear on properly. By the time he was done, Sejin’s lower back was drenched with sweat.

Why is he so heavy?

As much as he wanted to stop there, Sejin refused to give up. Panting heavily, he gritted his teeth as he tried to pull Sejoo’s pants up as well. He saw this as an opportunity to repay Cheon Sejoo for everything he had done for him.

“Ah…”

But just as he was about to finish pulling the pants all the way up, something caught his attention, something that bothered him.

A man’s gen1tals should be properly arranged inside his underwear, but because Sejin had been averting his gaze while dressing him, Cheon Sejoo’s thing was bent awkwardly to one side inside his underwear.

Sejin found himself in a serious dilemma.

If he left it like this, once Cheon Sejoo woke up in the morning and experienced a natural physical reaction, it could cause him a lot of pain….

“Sh!t…”

Being a man himself, Sejin couldn’t ignore the pain that would follow.

In the end, Sejin tightly closed his eyes and slipped his hand inside Cheon Sejoo‘s underwear. Though his own felt the same, the lack of hair made everything feel even softer and more delicate under his fingers. Sejin carefully adjusted everything into place, then quickly pulled his hand out and jumped off the bed.

Then, realizing he hadn‘t covered Cheon Sejoo with a blanket, he reached out again and pulled the blanket up to Sejoo‘s neck before finally leaving the room.

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Cheon Sejoo woke up late in the morning.

Staring blankly at the familiar ceiling, he couldn’t quite make sense of where he was for a moment. After blinking at the light overhead, he frowned slightly and turned his head.

He was in his room.

How did I get here?

As he tried to recall the events of last night, he tried to sit up but felt a wave of dizziness and lay back down again. With his eyes closed, he reached to the side of the nightstand, feeling around for his phone, which he always left in its usual spot. But it wasn’t there.

Ha.

He let out a short sigh, massaging his temples. After a few moments, the events of last night slowly came back to him.

He had caught that b*stard in the workshop. The one who had injured Haewoong. He’d tried to kill him in a fit of rage, but just when Cheon Sejoo thought he had, a sharp stinging sensation hit him.

What was that?

Was it a drug?

It wasn’t anesthesia, so it must have been a sedative, an aphrodisiac, or some other substance…

As he thought about it, Cheon Sejoo ran his hands over his body. Fortunately, he was fully clothed, which meant it wasn’t an aphrodisiac. His head was still a little foggy, but it didn’t seem like a heavy drug either, so it was probably just a sedative. If that guy had mixed several drugs together, it could have easily killed him.

Should he call this luck or misfortune?

Cheon Sejoo chuckled bitterly as he slowly sat up.

Looking around, he noticed his phone was lying on the other side of the mattress. He rolled across the bed to grab it and immediately called Sunhyuk.

As he switched the call to speaker mode, Cheon Sejoo noticed something odd. His sleeves were loose. Glancing down, he saw that his T-shirt was on backward out and chuckled. Then, noticing his underwear had also been changed, he felt a little startled.

Was there too much blood?

Why go this far…?

-Hello, Manager. Are you alright?

As soon as Moon Sunhyuk answered the phone, he immediately asked about Cheon Sejoo’s condition. Keeping it brief, Cheon Sejoo replied, “I’m fine,” and then asked for an update on the situation in the workshop.

“How did it go? How’s Haewoong?”

– Well, the kid’s a bit sulky, but he’s fine. His bleeding stopped, and there didn’t seem to be any swelling. The guy you caught is dead, and I took care of the body. The one who didn’t wake up is now up and moving just fine. I cleaned up the workshop a bit, but the medicine got mixed up, so you’ll have to sort through that again yourself.

“Got it… You’ve done well.”

Cheon Sejoo realized how much Sunhyuk had been handling. He had brought him home, changed his clothes, cleaned up the mess at the workshop, and handled everything else. Hearing all of it now made him feel guilty.

At Cheon Sejoo’s praise, Sunhyuk awkwardly cleared his throat, sounding embarrassed.