SS 3 Part 5

“Ugh…”

Bomin, still recovering from the intense s*x, whimpered, his eyes closed. Jeong Hotae’s hand gently caressed his body.

“Hotae-ya…”

He opened his eyes, turning to look at Jeong Hotae. Jeong Hotae always made his heart race.

His fingers twitched. Jeong Hotae, as if sensing his thoughts, lifted him up, pulling him into his arms.

“Hng…”

Bomin moaned, his body aching as he moved. He was sore, the aftereffects of the drug making his muscles throb. His stomach, filled with cum, felt heavy.

His hole was leaking, but it wasn’t enough. Jeong Hotae’s fingers brushed against his swollen entrance.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

Bomin’s stomach clenched. Jeong Hotae, his lips brushing against his temple, whispered. Bomin, too weak to reply, nodded slightly.

Jeong Hotae pulled out a recovery potion. Bomin’s hole was too sore to be fingered.

“Bear with it.”

“…Okay.”

Jeong Hotae, after applying some potion to his finger, gently slipped it inside. Bomin’s hole, sensitive, clenched around him.

His muscles tightened, as if trying to crush Jeong Hotae’s finger. Jeong Hotae, leaving one finger inside, took a sip of the potion.

“Mhm…”

He tilted Bomin’s chin up, his lips pressing against his. He transferred the potion into Bomin’s mouth. Bomin, however, seemed more interested in Jeong Hotae’s tongue than the potion.

He sucked on it, even after the potion was gone. Jeong Hotae chuckled, the vibration of his chest against Bomin’s lips evident.

After a while, he added another finger.

They moved inside Bomin, stretching him open. Bomin’s eyelids grew heavy as the potion took effect. Jeong Hotae’s scent filled him with a comforting warmth.

“Hng… Hotae-ya… stop now…”

He was afraid he would fall asleep before Jeong Hotae could even enter him. He clung to Jeong Hotae, lifting his hips.

He missed the feeling of those fingers inside him, but he was also looking forward to what was to come. His hole twitched, even though his eyes were still closed.

“No. You’re too exhausted.”

Jeong Hotae’s voice was firm. Bomin would have protested, but the aphrodisiac was taking its toll.

“Whyyyy…?”

He whined, his eyes narrowed. He had been the most patient one. It was Han Biseong’s birthday, but… he wanted Jeong Hotae too.

“I’m not sleepy, I promise.”

He forced his eyes open. His eyelids, pressed against the blindfold, made his double eyelids even more prominent. Jeong Hotae chuckled. Bomin smiled.

“Okay. I’ll give it to you then.”

Jeong Hotae kissed his cheek, his hands spreading Bomin’s ass cheeks. His hole, though tighter than before, was still leaking cum.

He aligned himself, and Bomin, instinctively, lowered his hips. He scrunched up his nose, trying to hold back a moan.

“Ah…”

It was harder than he expected, having to stretch again. He was so tired that he felt like he could pass out the moment his back touched the bed.

Jeong Hotae, seeing him struggle, lifted him up, helping him. Bomin moaned, his cheek resting against Jeong Hotae’s shoulder.

He nuzzled against Jeong Hotae’s shoulder. There was a commotion nearby. Kim Seohun, unnoticed, had taken out his phone, zooming in on Bomin’s face.

Click. The sound of the camera shutter broke the silence.

“Bomin-ah… you’re just so cute… I couldn’t help myself…”

Kim Seohun hung his head, as if he had committed a crime. The others, following his lead, took out their phones, then quickly put them away. Bomin didn’t like being filmed or photographed.

He had allowed it a few times, though. They had thought he wouldn’t mind… but it seemed like they had made a mistake.

“It’s okay… Don’t be so shy…”

Bomin, his voice a shaky gasp, waved a hand dismissively. Jeong Hotae was right; he was exhausted. He felt weak, even though Jeong Hotae was holding back, his c*ck still inside him. 

At Bomin’s consent, they all took out their phones. The sound of camera shutters was like a lullaby. 

“Sorry…” 

“It’s okay.”

His eyelids felt heavy. He apologized, feeling guilty. The feeling of Jeong Hotae’s c*ck inside him only intensified his drowsiness. 

He had begged Jeong Hotae to fuck him, and now… he couldn’t keep his eyes open. 

He drifted off to sleep, lulled by the feeling of Jeong Hotae’s hand stroking his hair.

* * *

“Are you apologizing because you know what you did wrong?”

“Of course.” 

Han Biseong stood before Bomin, his hands clasped together, his posture uncharacteristically humble.

Bomin, having slept for twelve hours straight, had just woken up. And he remembered… Han Biseong had drugged him without his consent. 

He had been too high to care at the time, but now… he was furious. He had summoned Han Biseong, who appeared almost instantly, as if he had been waiting.

And the first thing he said was, “I’m sorry.” Han Biseong was a proud man, perhaps the most prideful of them all. 

And yet, here he was, apologizing. Bomin’s anger quickly dissipated. It seemed like he was being sincere.

“Words are cheap.” 

He wasn’t going to forgive him that easily, though. He crossed his arms, looking Han Biseong up and down, his gaze lingering on his muscular physique.

“What do you want me to do? Just name it.” 

Han Biseong took a step closer. Bomin, tilting his head back, met his gaze. This was the problem. They were all so handsome that it was hard to stay angry at them.

“Be my servant for a day.”

“Servant?”

“Yeah. Don’t you know what a servant is?” 

“Like… a houseboy?”

“Yes. You’re well-informed.”

Bomin, his arms opening wide, beckoned him closer. It was an invitation for a hug. 

Han Biseong, his expression surprised, hugged him. He had expected Bomin to be furious, but this… this was a reward. 

He got to be Bomin’s servant for a day, which meant he could stay by his side.

“I’m hungry. Let’s go to the kitchen.” 

“Yes, Master.” 

He was really playing along. Bomin wanted to tell him it was “Yes, Ma’am,” not “Yes, Master,” but… he didn’t like the sound of that. He simply nodded. 

“Bomin-ssi, are you feeling alright?”

Shi Yu-hyeon was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. He was making abalone porridge for Bomin, who had had a rough day yesterday. 

“It smells delicious.” 

“It needs to simmer a little longer, but would you like to try some?” 

“Yes, please.”

Shi Yu-hyeon quickly checked Bomin’s complexion, then, seeing his bright smile, scooped a small portion of porridge into a bowl. 

“Careful, it’s hot.” 

“Okay.”

Bomin, as a thank you, pressed a light kiss against Shi Yu-hyeon’s lips. He then looked at Han Biseong, gesturing towards the bowl. 

“What.”

“Your… tone…” 

“Yo.”

Han Biseong, realizing his mistake, quickly corrected himself, then looked at Bomin, trying to decipher what he wanted. 

“You want me… to feed you?”

“Yes. I have no energy, thanks to someone.”

He almost asked Han Biseong to put him down. He was tired, his body sore from all the s*x. And he wanted to eat, but he couldn’t even muster the energy to lift a spoon. 

“Why didn’t you say so?”

Han Biseong pulled out a chair, sitting down. He adjusted Bomin’s position, then scooped a spoonful of porridge. He blew on it to cool it down, and Bomin opened his mouth like a baby bird. 

“Here’s some water, Bomin-ssi.”

Shi Yu-hyeon, pulling out another chair, joined them. He had been about to check on Bomin. It was a shame Bomin was glued to Han Biseong’s side, but… seeing Bomin’s face was enough to make him smile. 

“I brought you some water.”

Han Biseong, holding the glass to Bomin’s lips, smirked. He was already used to using formal language. 

“This is delicious! Can I have another bowl?” 

Bomin finished the small portion quickly. Shi Yu-hyeon beamed, pleased to see Bomin enjoying the food.

He then returned with a full bowl of porridge. 

“Hey, why are you only using formal language with Shi Yu-hyeon? I’m older than you, you know?”

He had been wondering about that. Han Biseong, meeting Bomin’s gaze, quickly corrected himself.

“I just… want to use… nice words with Yu-hyeon-ssi.”

“…And treat me like shit?” 

“When have I ever treated you like shit? I did everything you asked for your birthday.” 

Han Biseong had no comeback. He had been threatened with bodily harm if he ever used an aphrodisiac on Bomin again without his consent. 

“I’ll… ask for permission next time. Here, say ah.” 

He surrendered, resuming his feeding duties. He even blew on the spoon to cool it down before offering it to Bomin. 

Just as Bomin was finishing his porridge, Kim Seohun entered the kitchen. Bomin’s gaze shifted to the large bouquet of flowers in his arms. 

“What’s with the flowers?” 

It was a beautiful bouquet, purple chrysanthemums surrounded by white baby’s breath. 

“I passed by a flower shop on my way back, and… I thought of you.” 

Kim Seohun smiled shyly, offering him the bouquet. His cheeks were flushed. He had been feeling guilty about last night. Bomin’s eyes sparkled as he looked at the flowers. 

“They’re… unusual.”

“Do you… not recognize them?” 

“No. Are they famous?”

Bomin took the bouquet, his face buried in the flowers. He inhaled the scent, a smile blooming on his face.

“It’s your birth flower.”

Bomin’s eyes widened. Birthdays weren’t special to him, not after his parents died. 

“It’s… not your birthday, but… I wanted to give you your birth flower.”

He had blamed himself for his parent’s death. He had thought… that they had died because he was born. Kim Seohun’s gesture… it touched his heart. 

“Thank you, Seohun-ah.”

He smiled, his face radiant. There were tears in his eyes, but… they were tears of happiness. 

“Ugh, what are you doing?!” 

“You just… have such a beautiful smile, yo.”

They were all thinking the same thing, but it was Han Biseong, being closest to Bomin, who acted first. His tongue, like a cat’s, lapped at the tears on Bomin’s cheek. 

He then kissed his furrowed brow, his lips trailing across Bomin’s face before finally settling on his lips.

“Han Biseong, didn’t your birthday just end?” 

Song Jaeho, who had just entered the kitchen, frowned, his gaze fixed on Han Biseong, who was monopolizing Bomin. 

“I want to put these in a vase.” 

Bomin, pushing Han Biseong away, got up. But Han Biseong wasn’t letting him go. 

“You said I could be your servant today. You can’t escape after less than two hours.” 

He scooped Bomin into his arms before his feet could touch the floor. The bouquet rustled as he moved. 

“Servant? I want to be your servant too, then.”

Song Jaeho, hearing this, followed them. Kim Seohun and Shi Yu-hyeon joined them. 

The living room was filled with their presence as Bomin, arranging the flowers, was surrounded by them. Jeong Hotae, Yoon Bisam, and Won Seongwoo arrived, their voices filling the large mansion.

Bomin looked around, a soft smile on his face. His life, once empty except for s*x, was now full. 

They were all flawed, but together… they were whole.

His gaze, as it swept over them—his lovers, his family, his friends—was filled with love.