PSY CH 67

Ever since checking the CCTV, Dohyun couldn’t stop thinking about Jooyoung all day. 

By the time he came to his senses, he had already gone through all the saved CCTV footage. He didn’t even know if Jooyoung would show up in any of it, but he was digging like a madman. By the time he realized it was a pointless effort, hours had already passed.

Did he have some kind of sleepwalking condition? Even if not, why was he circling the hallway like a ghost in the middle of the night? Whatever it was, it wasn’t normal. 

Dohyun felt like he’d finally grabbed a faint thread to the strange behaviors Jooyoung had shown until now. And with that, the thought crossed his mind: was it really right to treat Jooyoung the way he had? 

How stupid of him.

“It’s nothing…”

Muttering to himself, Dohyun suddenly let out a hollow laugh. All the worry he’d had up until now felt like a complete waste of time. 

He had been deluded for a moment.  He thought Jooyoung was completely in his grasp, unable to move an inch. He had been under the ridiculous delusion that he was looking down on him. But firmly established dynamics don’t change so easily.

Maybe it was the absurdity of it all, but the laughter kept spilling out weakly. Rubbing his jaw, Dohyun then massaged the stiff nape of his neck. Eventually, his arm dropped limply to his side.

“…”

Jooyoung still had that same expression on his face. The one he had when he said he’d tell anyone else but never tell him. When he said sleeping together was no big deal…

“Ah!”

Dohyun grabbed Jooyoung’s wrist and started striding forward.

“Fine. Let’s do it. Since it’s no big deal.” 

As soon as they entered the bedroom, Dohyun let go of the wrist like he was throwing it away. Jooyoung let out a short grunt and glared at him but Dohyun didn’t care.

Bang!

When the door closed, darkness instantly swallowed the room. In the silence, Jooyoung’s tense breaths echoed faintly.

“Why are you acting like this again?”

Jooyoung asked like he genuinely didn’t understand. Things weren’t like this when they ran into each other at the convenience store. He couldn’t figure out what in their last conversation had triggered this reaction. 

Dohyun took off his T-shirt and roughly ran a hand through his hair. Then he spoke indifferently toward Jooyoung. 

“Take it off.”

Jooyoung fiddled with the hem of his clothes, then warned as Dohyun approached.

“Don’t use force.”

“…”

“You said you wouldn’t force me like last time.”

He raised his hand to stop Dohyun from coming closer, pressing against his shoulder. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the dark, he could see the silhouette more clearly than before. Perhaps because of the stark difference in their builds, having Dohyun so close gave off a strange sense of pressure, like being blocked by a wall.

Then Dohyun gripped Jooyoung’s waist tightly. His thumb traced the curve of Jooyoung’s ribs, then pressed down. Jooyoung warned him again. 

“Ask me before you do anything.”

“…Ha.”

Dohyun let out a disbelieving laugh. He looked down at Jooyoung, who was glaring up at him fiercely. Jooyoung was clearly the one being threatened, yet there wasn’t a trace of fear in his eyes. 

Except for that one time, Dohyun had always asked for permission. But that was out of his consideration, not because Jooyoung had any right to demand it. 

The reason Jooyoung could act so shamelessly, even while being blackmailed, was that Dohyun had allowed it. He had made room for it—let him stretch his legs because he assumed the bed was his. 

“…”

Dohyun regretted his own stupidity, but still had no intention of treating Jooyoung like he had last time. 

“Do you know how many times we have left?”

Jooyoung repeated, “How many?” and looked around, clearly trying to estimate how many times were left. He hadn’t really thought Dohyun would go through with the full hundred, so he didn’t answer right away.

“I’m logging ten today.”

“…What?”

Jooyoung was startled by Dohyun’s matter-of-fact tone.

“I’m taking them off.”

Whether it was a joke or not, Dohyun focused solely on stripping Jooyoung’s clothes. Before he could even process it, Jooyoung was suddenly naked, collapsed on the bed. He opened his mouth to ask what the hell Dohyun meant by “ten,” but seeing him undo his belt buckle with a click, he gave up.

It was an impossible number anyway. Brushing it off as another one of Dohyun’s reckless outbursts, Jooyoung forced himself to relax. 

***

Jooyoung, who had been blinking slowly, felt a soft sensation tickling under his chin and forced his eyelids open. The scene gradually coming into focus was both unfamiliar and familiar at the same time. 

Soft cream-colored wallpaper, cherry wood molding aged with time, and a bare space lacking any notable furniture despite its size. It was Dohyun’s room. And the reason it felt unfamiliar was simply because Jooyoung had just woken up.

“Haa…”

Staring up at the ceiling, Jooyoung rubbed his face dryly. As he cautiously sat up, the blue blanket slid gently down to his waist. The blanket in his last memory hadn’t been this color.

“St…op it. Heut!”

“Why? Don’t you say it’s not a big deal? But damn it, you can’t even huh… do this much?”

Dohyun continued to have sex with Jooyoung, who had already lost all strength and collapsed like a corpse, as if he were trying to keep up with the ridiculous number of ten times. On top of that, he faithfully kept Jooyoung’s demands, asking for each and every one of them, and not making it painful like that time. He only inserted his cock after Jooyoung’s bottom became swollen from the persistent caressing.

However, no matter how gently Dohyun did it, Jooyoung couldn’t help but reach his physical limit when the number of times exceeded a certain amount. After ejaculating four times, he felt a tingling sensation in his cock, a strange sensation. In the end, Jooyoung almost fainted as he watched Dohyun put a new condom on his erect cock. Afterwards, whether it was Dohyun who had cleaned him up or not, his body, once drenched in sweat, was thankfully dry and fresh.

“…”

Jooyoung rubbed his forehead roughly with his hand and pushed the rest of the blanket aside. As he swung his legs down off the bed, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist. He wasn’t surprised—he already knew Dohyun was lying next to him.

When he turned to look at him, Dohyun stared back with sharp, alert eyes, as if he hadn’t slept. 

“What?”

His voice was low and rough as he asked, and Dohyun’s gaze wavered slightly. Jooyoung cleared his throat and spoke again, “When did I fall asleep?” 

“…You just woke up.”

“…” 

“You weren’t really sleeping, were you?”

At the sudden comment, Jooyoung snapped, “What are you even saying?” sounding annoyed. Only then did the grip on his wrist loosen slightly in Dohyun’s hand, but he didn’t let go completely.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Jooyoung frowned in irritation at the random remark and snapped, “What are you even saying?” Only then did the strength in Dohyun’s grip on his wrist ease. But he still didn’t let go completely.

Jooyoung rubbed his eyes as he asked.

“What time is it?”

“Just go back to sleep.”

Ignoring him, Jooyoung glanced around the room, trying to spot his phone.

“Bae Jooyoung.”

“Where’s my phone?”

“Haaah, fuck…”

Dohyun ran a rough hand down his face and cursed under his breath.

“Just get some sleep, will you.”

It all felt oddly familiar. That night, when he had shown up drunk at the lodging house, Dohyun had also insisted that he sleep over. Then suddenly got upset with himself and kicked him out.

“What? Are you gonna kick me out again?”

Dohyun hesitated, then mumbled, “It’s not that…” His next words left Jooyoung dumbfounded. 

“…Because you overdid it.”

Wasn’t that the last thing someone who forced it should be saying? Perhaps Dohyun realized it too—his expression looked far from comfortable as he spoke.

“What is wrong with you?”

“…”

“You act like this, then like that, all on your own.” 

“…”

“Did you really try to make it to ten times?”

There was a faint sense of guilt and inexplicable confusion coming off of him. Right before they had sex, he’d looked like he was pissed about something, and now his behavior was all over the place—Jooyoung couldn’t make sense of it at all.

“Fucking psycho.”

Jooyoung shook his head and gave his sore lower back a light tap. Then he looked down at Dohyun’s hand, still gripping his wrist. The large, rough hand was covered in calluses, and the sensation of it brushing against his skin wasn’t exactly pleasant. Jooyoung wasn’t sure if Dohyun remembered, but he once told him that his hands looked like someone who had lived a hard life.

Come to think of it, Dohyun always insisted Jooyoung stay over whenever he got drunk. And every time he did, it made Jooyoung feel oddly uncomfortable—he looked like a child when he did that.

Was it really just drunkenness? Or was there some other reason behind it?

“Why do you keep telling me to stay over?”

Dohyun looked genuinely caught off guard, like he hadn’t expected the question.

“You did the same thing last time, didn’t you?”

“…”

“Is telling someone to sleep over your drunk habit or something?”

Dohyun gave him a look like, Are you serious right now? But it was true that every time he got drunk, he insisted that Jooyoung spend the night. So soon, he turned his gaze away awkwardly.

Jooyoung was about to brush it off as nothing more than drunken rambling—until a sudden memory came to him, and he blurted out, “Do you have trouble sleeping?”

Dohyun sharply turned his head away.

“Do you need someone next to you?”

Even when they were kids, Dohyun often begged Jooyoung to sleep over while whining like a child. Jooyoung never slept well at other people’s places, but on nights when Dohyun clung to him more desperately than usual, he’d give in and share the bed.

There were plenty of times he slapped Dohyun’s mouth shut when he wouldn’t stop rambling all night, telling him to just shut up and sleep.

“You used to do the same thing back then.”

Jooyoung said, watching the startled look in Dohyun’s eyes.

Back in those days, Dohyun was smaller and skinnier than Jooyoung, but the look on his face when he clung to him, begging him to stay, wasn’t so different from now.

When Jooyoung was around, Dohyun’s grandfather rarely raised his voice. At first, Jooyoung thought that was why Dohyun always wanted him to sleep over.

But even when his grandfather disappeared for over a week on a gambling binge, Dohyun still begged him to stay. That’s when Jooyoung first started to think maybe it was because Dohyun didn’t want to be alone in that big house. He often said he wished he had siblings.

And since his grandfather passed away, Dohyun had been living alone all this time. It’d be stranger if he weren’t lonely. Jooyoung couldn’t think of any other reason he’d be so insistent about having him stay.

“If it’s really like that…” After a moment, Dohyun finally spoke, “…Will you stay over?”