PSY CH 46

Dohyun rested his arms on the steering wheel and tapped his fingers lightly.

“So, you’re coming or not?”

“…Do I even have a choice here?”

He gave a provoking smile.

“Well, it’s up to you.”

“…”

“But the consequences are yours too.”

So he could skip it—but whatever followed would be entirely on him. It sounded like there were two options, but in the end, there was really only one. Jooyoung was so taken aback that he couldn’t hide his expression. Then, as if he’d just remembered something, Dohyun said, “Ah, this time, don’t prepare anything. Just come.”

The words brought back that night, and Jooyoung’s cheeks flushed slightly.

“…”

Either way, there was only one choice he could really make. Jooyoung didn’t answer. He simply turned to grab the door handle. As he moved to step out, Dohyun stopped him.

“Give me that.”

“…”

“Choco Pie.”

He jerked his chin toward Jooyoung’s left hand. Only then did Jooyoung realize he was still holding the Choco Pie his grandpa had given him. The warmth must’ve melted the chocolate coating—he could feel the squishy texture through the wrapper.

Not understanding why Dohyun wanted it, Jooyoung hesitated.

“You’re just going to throw it away anyway.”

“…”

“I know you don’t eat stuff like this. Hand it over.”

The way he said it, like he knew everything, irritated Jooyoung. “I am going to eat it,” he snapped, and got out of the car. Bang! He shut the door harder than necessary. Dohyun seemed to laugh, still leaning on the steering wheel, but Jooyoung pretended not to notice.

It wasn’t until he got back to the lodging house that he realized how childish he’d acted. He always lost control of his emotions whenever he was around Dohyun. He ended up acting impulsively, like he was a kid again—even though he wasn’t in a position to.

“…Sigh.”

He rubbed his forehead with a sigh, put his shoes in the cabinet, and turned around. In the distance, the washing machine was humming. Someone must’ve left the laundry room door open. He remembered a recent notice on the bulletin board asking everyone to keep that door shut. With so many people living in close quarters, basic etiquette often got ignored.

As he walked down the hall, a memory popped into his head, and he turned back toward the bulletin board. A sheet of A4 paper was pinned there with printed warnings. The first thing that caught his eye was, “Beware of theft.”

Just like Sunwoo had said, it detailed a recent unfortunate incident. But the situation wasn’t anything serious. Someone thought their umbrella had been stolen from the door handle, but it had simply fallen, been kicked around down the hall, and eventually ended up in the communal umbrella rack thanks to a kind stranger. They’d confirmed everything through the CCTV footage. 

In the end, it was just a minor accident caused by a little carelessness and misunderstanding. The notice ended by reminding everyone to take better care of their own belongings.

Theft. CCTV.

As those two words registered in his mind, a sudden thought struck Jooyoung.

The CCTV footage Dohyun had deleted, just like he promised.

And the other CCTV camera that faced the stairwell landing.

On impulse, Jooyoung turned and headed for the administrative office. He had seen the light was on when he came in earlier. And whenever Sunwoo stepped out of the office, he always left a sign on the door with his phone number.

Knock knock. The door opened almost immediately.

“Oh? Jooyoung-ssi.”

Sunwoo seemed to be in the middle of a meal—on the desk were a cup of instant noodles, a half-eaten triangular kimbab, and a small dish of kimchi.

Covering his mouth, Sunwoo said, “Sorry, I was eating,” with an apologetic expression.

“But what’s up? If it’s urgent, just go ahead and say it.”

Jooyoung slowly looked away from the desk and opened his mouth.

“I lost something too.”

His voice didn’t waver in the slightest.

***

In the stillness of the bedroom, the soft rustle of clothes echoed quietly. Unlike the first time, when everything had happened in a blur, the second time came with a heightened awareness—every small movement, every sound, every sensation sharpened his nerves.

At first, he hadn’t worried about whether he should undress in advance or just sit on the bed first, but now he started overthinking even these small details.

Click, the sound of the bathroom switch turning off came from behind. It meant Dohyun had finished showering.

Jooyoung slowly turned around. Dohyun was looking this way while drying his wet hair with a towel. Jooyoung’s mouth went dry with tension and nervousness.

How long did they face each other like that? Dohyun tossed the towel to the floor and approached. The scent of soap mixed with moisture grew stronger with the closing distance.

Dohyun’s hand wrapped around where Jooyoung’s neck met his shoulder. His hand was burning hot.

“…Mmh.”

Dohyun tilted his head slightly and kissed him. Smack, he pressed his soft lips firmly before pulling away and staring intently at Jooyoung from a very close distance. Each saw only the other reflected in their eyes.

“…”

His thumb slowly traced under Jooyoung’s chin. Jooyoung felt his heart beating as if it would burst. The tension was so intense that uncomfortable goosebumps rose on his skin.

Their lips met again. A hot, moist tongue entered, slowly exploring inside. Jooyoung closed his eyes and grabbed Dohyun’s arms.

“Haa.”

He firmly massaged beneath Jooyoung’s tongue and strongly sucked on his lips. As the kiss deepened, Jooyoung’s head gradually tilted backward, and Dohyun’s hand supporting his nape began to apply more pressure.

“Wai— mmh.”

“Haah…”

Finding it difficult to breathe, Jooyoung turned his head sideways, but Dohyun persistently followed. Jooyoung grasped Dohyun’s shoulders and slowly stepped backward. The kiss became so intense that messy sounds could be heard, and the area around their mouths became completely wet with saliva. Even then, Dohyun showed no signs of pulling away.

Tap, tap!

It wasn’t until Jooyoung struck Dohyun’s shoulder a few times with force that their locked lips finally parted.

“Haah, haah.”

Heavy breaths poured out. But before he could even catch his breath, Dohyun leaned in again to kiss him. Jooyoung turned his head away to avoid it. His lips were throbbing from being bitten and kissed so roughly and quickly.

“S-Stop.”

But instead, Dohyun began kissing down from Jooyoung’s cheek to under his jaw, slowly moving lower. A hand slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, gently touching his waist.

“Hh.”

Jooyoung flinched at the unfamiliar warmth of that touch. Dohyun paused for a moment and then asked in a low, husky voice, “Can I take this off?”

“…Yeah.”

Once Jooyoung gave a slow nod, Dohyun carefully removed his clothes.

“…”

Dohyun instinctively held his breath as Jooyoung’s slender body was revealed. His pale skin was tinged with a soft pink at every joint. Whether it was always like that or if it was from arousal, Dohyun couldn’t tell. However, it looked as though someone had crushed flower petals and scattered them across a snowy field.

He averted his gaze briefly and swallowed hard. His expression, faintly twisted, looked almost angry. After a moment, he slowly reached out and touched Jooyoung’s body.

“Your skin…”

It was soft, like brushing against the finest grain of powder.

Dohyun removed his hand from Jooyoung’s body and clenched his fist tightly. His fingertips were trembling. After taking a deep breath, he moved Jooyoung’s body, which had a completely different type of physicality from his own. His hand, traveling up his waist, soon came to rest on his chest.

He could feel the pounding of the heart beneath his palm, thumping with the same intensity as his own, as if they were connected.

“…”

Dohyun pressed his thumb firmly on the pink nipple. It was surprisingly hard, standing erect.

“Ha…”

Jooyoung half-lowered his eyelids. A languid breath escaped between his slightly parted lips. 

Looking at his reaction, Dohyun rounded the nipple and kissed Jooyoung. As a response, Jooyoung raised his hand to hug his neck. As soon as the soft skin grazed the back of his neck, an intense sense of pleasure hit his head. Dohyun’s cock, which was hidden under a towel, was twitched involuntarily.

“Ugh, Ngh…”

“Haah, haah.”

Along with the deepening kiss, he put more strength into his hands to press on the nipples. Now Dohyun grabbed Jooyoung’s chest with both hands and rubbed the nipples with his thumb. The sensation of tiny granules crushing beneath his hand was incredibly addictive. 

“Oh…!”

The moment he pressed them hard, Jooyoung pulled back and let out a short scream.

“…Ha, fuck.”

Dohyun suppressed the excited curse. Unable to hold back, he lifted up Jooyoung’s slender body and laid him on the bed. 

“Oh.”

Jooyoung stared blankly at the ceiling, blinking slowly. After a pause, he turned his head to the left and pressed a clenched fist to his mouth. His brows were drawn tight, his eyes drifting. He seemed embarrassed, perhaps, of the moan that had escaped him. His skin had flushed a mottled red, spreading up to his chest.

“I’ll take it off.”

Dohyun slowly pulled Jooyoung’s pants and underwear down. The half-erected cock popped up. As expected, it didn’t strike him as unpleasant.

Starting at Jooyoung’s calf, Dohyun’s hand traveled upward before gently closing around his cock.

“It hurts…”

As Jooyoung shifted uneasily, Dohyun reflexively withdrew his hand. He gazed down at his palm. Calloused in places, his hand could hardly be called soft.

Maybe it was because he’d taken on the household chores in place of the grandfather who neglected him, but even as a child, Dohyun’s hands were rough and calloused—hardly the hands of a child. Jooyoung once said something about them:

They look like the hands of someone who’s lived a hard life.