PSY CH 41

Jooyoung turned onto his side, curling up as he lay down. A heavy breath slipped from between his lips. His whole body felt drained, as if he’d just done an intense workout.

The air and bedding against his skin were damp with moisture, still holding the aftermath of what had just happened.

He had really slept with Dohyun.

“…Ha.”

Jooyoung had never once looked at Dohyun in a sexual way. To him, Dohyun was a childhood friend, a younger brother—and after they reunited, he was nothing more than a bastard who blackmailed him. Sure, there were rare moments when Dohyun appeared like the boy from his memories and left him confused.

However, that was exactly why Jooyoung’s mind had been a tangled mess before coming here. But now that it had actually happened… it didn’t feel like a big deal. Like most things, it’s somehow manageable once it finally comes down to it.

He felt something trickling down below. Since they’d used a condom, it wasn’t semen. Jooyoung slowly closed and then reopened his eyes. Once his breathing settled a bit more, he’d get up. Then he’d go home and shower right away. Before that, he must tell him to delete the video.

He forced his blurry eyes open, lost in thought, when an unfamiliar touch brushed behind his knee. The contact didn’t stop there—it trailed up to his thigh. Alarmed, Jooyoung turned his head to face forward, just as his legs were suddenly pulled apart.

“Wh—ugh.”

The inner muscles of his thighs, still sore from earlier, twitched slightly. Dohyun approached on his knees and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, slid himself between Jooyoung’s legs.

He removed the used condom, tying it off carelessly before tossing it onto the floor. Then he tore open a new condom wrapper. Every movement felt unsettlingly natural.

Jooyoung watched him with a startled expression.

“What are you doing?”

Dohyun, who had been putting on the condom, froze.

“Why? I’m wearing a condom.”

“That’s not the point…” 

Jooyoung drew his legs together.

“It’s over.”

“Over? What’s over?” 

“We already did it…”

While Dohyun hesitated, Jooyoung pushed himself up, propping his weight on the bed as he sat. He pulled his knees toward his chest, instinctively trying to cover his damp, bare body as much as possible.

“Delete the video.”

“…”

“You said you don’t lie.” 

“Ha…”

Dohyun chuckled as he ran his tongue along the corner of his mouth. He swept his sweat-drenched hair back roughly, then grabbed Jooyoung’s ankle with a sharp snap.

“I said I’d check if you were doing it properly, didn’t I?” 

“What?”

“And you didn’t do it properly.” 

“Ah!”

Jooyoung fell backwards as his ankle was yanked out from under him. Before he could even register hitting the bed, Dohyun was already on top of him. The bright light that had filled his vision was suddenly swallowed by shadow.

Jooyoung tensed instinctively. The solid, unyielding weight pressing down on him was the complete opposite of his own build. If Dohyun chose to use brute force, there would be no way for Jooyoung to fight back. He forced his stiff fingers to relax and managed to speak—barely.

“…What do you mean I didn’t do it properly?”

“…”

“We slept together, isn’t that enough?”

Dohyun’s coy eyes narrowed. He brushed the corner of Jooyoung’s eye with his thumb. Jooyoung immediately turned his head to the side to avoid the touch.

“Don’t touch me.”

“…”

“I said, don’t touch me!”

“Fuck, you’re so damn fussy…”

Being called sensitive and fussy had been grating on his nerves for a while, but Jooyoung decided to deal with the more pressing issue first. 

“Delete the video first.”

“Say that after you show me how it’s really done, yeah?” 

“What didn’t I show you properly?”

In this increasingly twisted situation, Jooyoung’s voice naturally sharpened. Dohyun raised an eyebrow and replied casually. 

“You loosened yourself up before coming here, didn’t you?”

“…”

“How am I supposed to learn if you don’t give me anything to work with?”

It was pure nonsense. If he kept being this vague and slippery, there was no way he’d ever delete the video. Jooyoung shot back in a sharper tone.

“So you’re saying you want to do it again?”

“…”

“Yes or no. Do you want to or not?”

“I do.”

Dohyun pressed his finger against the spot beside Jooyoung’s navel. It was the same place that had bulged slightly whenever Dohyun had thrust in deeply earlier. Now, it lay flat.

“Ha…”

Jooyoung gave a cold laugh and slapped his hand away.

“So you just want to sleep with me.”

Dohyun’s hand, which had started to drift toward Jooyoung’s hips, froze.

“Be honest. You’re doing all this because you want to sleep with me, aren’t you?”

“…”

“So fucking pathetic…”

“What?”

Dohyun’s expression hardened instantly.

“I said you’re so pathetic.”

“…”

“You’re just using this kind of excuse when all you really want is to sleep with me.”

“Ha…”

Dohyun roughly ran a hand through his hair and sat up. The way he tore off the condom was just as rough. The slick, used condom slapped wetly against the floor. He was about to get off the bed when Jooyoung grabbed his arm.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not finished talking.”

“…”

“Delete the video.”

“…”

“Hwang Dohyun!”

Dohyun let out a heavy sigh as he stared up at the ceiling. His gaze turned to Jooyoung, his expression now devoid of interest. The heat that had once burned so intensely was gone without a trace.

“I told you, if you do it properly, I’ll delete it.”

“…”

“Did you not understand what I just said?” 

Jooyoung bit down hard on his lower lip. In the end, he was the one who needed something. Dohyun knew that—and that’s why he kept pushing. If that was the case, Jooyoung had to take a different approach. Not some vague condition like “do it properly,” but something concrete. Something with a clear end.

After some thought, Jooyoung spoke.

“Then… how about we set a number of times?”

Dohyun, who had been about to swing his legs off the bed, froze.

“A number?”

“…”

“Did you just say… number of times?”

“Yeah. No more vague stuff. Let’s make it definite.”

Dohyun suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. He rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head. 

“Wow, this is just…” He chuckled to himself for a while, then dropped a shocking reply, “Then, sleep with me a hundred times, and I’ll delete it.” 

“What?”

Jooyoung reeled. A hundred times? That was an absurd number.

“If you don’t like it, forget it.”

“…”

“Like I’ve said again and again—you’re the one who needs something here.” Dohyun, now sitting up in bed, lightly flicked Jooyoung’s forehead. It didn’t hurt, but Jooyoung instinctively flinched. “Not me.”

Jooyoung pressed his lips tightly together, his expression seething with frustration. Dohyun watched him in silence for a moment, then suddenly asked.

“Seriously, what the hell did you even do to end up here?”

Jooyoung’s throat bobbed once. He’d been glaring just moments ago, but now he sharply turned his head away. His tightly pressed lips showed how stubborn he was.

“Even your grandpa didn’t know.”

Jooyoung’s eyes widened as he turned to look at Dohyun in shock.

“You went to my grandpa?”

“…”

“What did you say? What did you tell him?”

The longer Dohyun stayed silent, the more visibly anxious Jooyoung became. Unable to hold back, he finally spoke first.

“My grandfather doesn’t know anything.”

“…”

“So… don’t go saying weird stuff to him for no reason.”

Dohyun silently watched Jooyoung, who had gone stiff with tension, then gently cupped his face with both hands. His skin had gone cold, and fine goosebumps rose along it.

“Seriously, what did you do…?”

For the first time in a while, Dohyun realized just how small Jooyoung looked. The man before him had always seemed one step ahead—distant, unreachable, like someone far above. But after stumbling again and again, only to finally collapse and hit the ground, Jooyoung now looked incredibly small.

Dohyun kept staring at him and slowly leaned in, as if to kiss him. But he stopped just short of touching his lips. Jooyoung had turned his head and pushed against Dohyun’s shoulder with his hand. 

“Don’t.”

Dohyun twisted his lips into a crooked smile.

“Don’t what.”

“…”

“We still have to get to a hundred.”

Jooyoung shot him a sharp glare. Even so, he wasn’t intimidating in the least. He looked more like a kitten with all its fur standing on end. Even that edge dulled quickly.

“…I can’t do more right now.”

“Why not.”

“I’m tired.”

He slowly moved his gaze from side to side, trying to figure out whether Jooyoung was lying or telling the truth. A pale face, cheeks flushed as if with fever, and skin that had gone cold despite it all.

Judging that it wasn’t a lie, he finally pulled his body away without protest.

“Fuck, what did you even do to be tired already.”

Dohyun grumbled as he walked off to the bathroom alone. Then, as if he’d just remembered something, he grabbed the door frame and said, “Oh, and next time—don’t loosen up before you come here.”

“…”

“So, I can properly learn something.”

“…You crazy bastard.”

Despite Jooyoung’s sharp insult, Dohyun just smiled as if it didn’t bother him at all.

“One hundred times, remember. One hundred.”

“…”

“Looking forward to your lessons.”

Clack! The door slammed shut, followed shortly by the sound of running water. Jooyoung stared at the pristine white bathroom door, focusing on the carved intaglio. He kept his gaze fixed for a long time, frustrated, yet powerless to do anything else.