TGMND 113

“What should I do with him?”

Yeo-woon muttered while letting the water from the shower head pour over him. Thinking of Yoon Ji-gu, who was trembling with fear while having his hair grabbed, yet still blurting out his true thoughts like “Hyung, you look so damn sexy right now,” made Yeo-woon chuckle again. The fact that Yoon Ji-gu was Earth Star and Earth Star was Yoon Ji-gu, even thinking about it now, it didn’t match at all and was confusing.

“What… did I say to Earth Star?”

He tried to think if he had made any slip-ups to Earth Star, but nothing particular came to mind. If it was about Yoon Ji-gu, maybe, but he didn’t have much interest in Earth Star… He couldn’t remember much about their conversations, only that Earth Star was annoying. Yeo-woon thought for a moment and then left the shower booth, wiping off the water with a towel.

‘Well, he said he likes me, so… I guess I didn’t mess up after all!’

He easily concluded that he hadn’t done anything wrong. Back in his room, Yeo-woon was about to change into his pajamas when he paused. Ji-gu was coming over later, and it didn’t seem right to greet him in stretched-out pajamas. Yeo-woon put the neatly folded pajamas back in their place and instead put on a comfortable t-shirt and cotton shorts that he usually wore for quick trips outside.

Water was dripping from his wet hair. Just as he was about to wipe it with the towel on his shoulders, the doorbell rang. Yeo-woon froze.

‘He came faster than I thought?’

Yeo-woon unnecessarily checked his appearance once and then approached the entrance to open the door. In front of the door stood Yoon Ji-gu, holding a bag of bread and looking very nervous.

“…..”

“…..”

Ji-gu’s neck was already flushed. Yeo-woon fidgeted with his towel as if embarrassed and nodded, saying,

“Come in.”

“Um, hyung.”

“What?”

“…..”

Yoon Ji-gu looked down at Yeo-woon without taking off his shoes. He seemed to have something to say but was still hesitating. He took a deep breath and then asked in a small voice with red cheeks,

“Are we really dating?”

“O-Of course…?”

He’d already asked earlier and seemed happy about it, so why ask again? And at this point, Ji-gu should have known without asking. Yeo-woon couldn’t understand why he needed to ask and confirm every little thing.

“But.”

“What is it?”

“…What should I call you?”

“…?”

Yeo-woon couldn’t understand what Ji-gu meant. Was he trying to sort out how to address each other?

“What do you want to call me? Want to drop formalities?”

“Huh? Can I drop formalities?”

“No, you can’t.”

“I wasn’t planning to anyway….”

Despite his words, a hint of disappointment crossed Ji-gu’s face. Usually, Yeo-woon would have just thought this kind of behavior was cute, but today’s Yoon Ji-gu seemed different. Maybe it was because he could now see Earth Star’s persona overlapping with him, making him both irritating and strangely amusing.

“Then do you want to call me ‘babe’? You like that.”

“No, not that!”

Yeo-woon had only asked because he knew Ji-gu wouldn’t be able to say it.

“How did you act so cocky all this time when you can’t even say it when I give you the chance?”

Yoon Ji-gu groaned and bit his lip hard. He mumbled excuses, saying he thought he could do it but couldn’t when he saw Yeo-woon’s face.

“…that’s not it, there are many options.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“…Like ‘master’.”

“…?”

Yoon Ji-gu said that while watching Yeo-woon’s reaction. He should have just confidently announced he would call him that.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You… you want to call me that?”

“…..”

“Are you serious?”

At Yeo-woon’s question, Yoon Ji-gu blinked with a determined face and nodded vigorously. He seemed to have some fantasy about the title ‘master’. What a real pervert. It was baffling how someone’s image could change so drastically in an instant. With a reluctant expression, Yeo-woon nodded.

“Do as you like. …But only when we’re alone.”

“Of course.”

“Try saying it.”

“…Ma…”

“Master.”

“…Mas…”

“Didn’t you want to say it? Why are you stopping halfway?”

“…..”

“Come on, say it.”

“…I can’t do it.”

Now his entire face was bright red. It looked like he might burst if poked with a finger. Ji-gu said he wanted to call Yeo-woon ‘master’, but what’s wrong with him? Yeo-woon finally burst out laughing.

Yoon Ji-gu looked at the giggling Yeo-woon and changed the subject with a trembling voice.

“Ar-aren’t you going to dry your hair?”

“Why don’t you dry it for me?”

“…Me?”

“Come in. Are you going to stand there forever?”

Yoon Ji-gu followed behind Yeo-woon, clenching his fists. He remained dazed, blinking until the moment a hair dryer was placed in his hand. With a loud whirring sound, warm air ruffled Yeo-woon’s hair. Sitting on the bed, Yeo-woon felt the gentle touch drying his hair. He felt good every time he felt the very careful touch.

“Yoon Ji-gu.”

Ji-gu’s hand trembled at Yeo-woon’s words. He seemed to have heard despite the loud dryer noise.

“You knew everything, so why didn’t you tell me?”

“…..”

“For a whole year at that.”

“…Well…”

The tickling touch stopped. He sat quietly behind Yeo-woon for a while before muttering.

“I… didn’t think you’d get angry.”

“Is that so?”

“I-I’m really sorry for following you around at first. I had my reasons, but I know that’s no excuse!”

“Calm down, I’m not asking because you’re Earth Star. I’m not angry either.”

“…Then?”

“It doesn’t feel right to be angry at you for things that happened in the game. I was annoyed then, but.”

“…..”

“I just… you not telling me even such a thing for a whole year is a bit…”

“…..”

“…I guess I feel hurt.”

Yeo-woon felt like he had just figured out the name of the emotion that had been slowly building up inside him as he spoke. This was also why he couldn’t immediately answer when asked if he was angry earlier. He couldn’t be angry over something like this. But he wasn’t completely indifferent either.

…Yes, this was feeling hurt.

At Yeo-woon’s words, Yoon Ji-gu looked dazed, as if he hadn’t thought that far. His trembling eyes captured Yeo-woon’s profile. He moved his lips for a while and then lowered his head weakly.

“I’m sorry.”

It wasn’t like Yeo-woon had brought it up to hear his apology.

Yeo-woon turned his head slightly to look at Yoon Ji-gu. His visibly deflated face, unable to even look at Yeo-woon, his pale complexion that had just returned to its normal color, was oddly irritating. Impulsively, Yeo-woon wrapped his hand around Yoon Ji-gu’s nape and bit his lip hard.

“…Mmph!”

Yoon Ji-gu, who had been sitting still and suddenly had his lip bitten, was so startled that he practically threw the hair dryer he was holding. The dryer fell on the bed and spun 360 degrees on its own for a while before blowing air at the wall. After a while, when Yeo-woon pulled his lips away first, he saw that Ji-gu’s face was even redder than his swollen lips. Only then was he satisfied. A flushed, embarrassed face suited Yoon Ji-gu much better than a weak, drooping expression.

Yeo-woon roughly pulled out the cord that had been bothering him, and the hair dryer noise stopped. Silence suddenly fell in the room.

“Ah, shit, I thought I was having a heart attack. You’re really going to halve my lifespan at this rate. Just hit me instead!”

Yoon Ji-gu grumbled while pressing his rapidly beating heart. At those words, Yeo-woon remembered something he had forgotten.

“Ah… right.”

“…..”

“…Wait here.”

Yeo-woon lightly kissed Ji-gu’s stunned cheek, then went to find the bag he had left in the living room and came back to the room. Yoon Ji-gu swallowed hard when he saw Yeo-woon holding a black paddle slightly larger than an adult’s palm. He sat on Yeo-woon’s bed and retreated slightly.

“How many hits do you want?”

“…..”

Yoon Ji-gu watched Yeo-woon’s reaction and held up three fingers. Then, before Yeo-woon could even react, he changed his mind and held up all his fingers.

“Is that too few? Then ten…?”

“…..”

“Tw-twenty?”

This pervert… He must really want to be hit a lot.

Yeo-woon had an ominous feeling that if he stayed quiet, it might increase to a hundred hits. He sat down next to Yoon Ji-gu and placed his hand over Ji-gu’s.

“Let’s make it five.”

“Okay…”

But Yeo-woon wonderedwhere and how should he hit. Should he tell him to lie face down on the floor and hit him? …Wouldn’t that just be like giving him a punishment? Why does Ji-gu like this kind of thing? Yeo-woon, whose only experience was indirect through media, hid his confusion and faced Yoon Ji-gu.

“H-how do you want to be hit?”

It was better to ask the expert on this. At least Yoon Ji-gu would know more about this kind of play than him.

“While hugging you.”

Ji-gu answered without a moment’s hesitation, as if he’d already thought about it. Yeo-woon was internally shocked. How much had he fantasized about this to answer so quickly?

“I want to see your face while you do it.”

“O-okay, then.”

“…Punish me…”

Ah, what to do. This guy really is a pervert… Yeo-woon cleared his throat. As strange as Ji-gu’s words were, he had to respect Yoon Ji-gu’s preferences. It’s not like he was asking to be beaten until his face was swollen, he could handle this much.

Yeo-woon stretched out his legs and sat in the center of the bed, and Yoon Ji-gu, fiddling with his red ears, came and sat between Yeo-woon’s legs, then awkwardly hugged his neck.

“…!”

He shouldn’t have underestimated Ji-gu’s weight. Caught off guard, Yeo-woon ended up lying on the bed looking up at Yoon Ji-gu.

‘Is he enjoying this?’

He was blushing with an expectant face. Despite waiting eagerly to be hit, Yeo-woon didn’t understand why he looked so flushed and excited. Yoon Ji-gu lowered his head and pecked Yeo-woon’s lips like a bird pecking at seeds.

‘He’s kissing again even though it’s not Saturday yet.’

That thought suddenly made him laugh.

Yeo-woon reached out and hugged Yoon Ji-gu back. Being held in his broad embrace didn’t feel as bad as he had thought. Yeo-woon playfully tapped Ji-gu’s lips with his fingers and closed his eyes. He could feel Ji-gu’s panting breath on his cheek. When he entwined their tongues and pulled, Ji-gu let out a muffled moan. Finding it cute, Yeo-woon chuckled, and after that, he could clearly feel Ji-gu trying to swallow his moans.

“Mmph…”

When Yeo-woon opened his eyes slightly during the kiss, he saw Yoon Ji-gu trembling with his eyes tightly shut.

‘Cute.’

Would his past self from a year ago have ever imagined thinking this about Yoon Ji-gu?

The kiss continued for a long time. At first, Ji-gu was just stiff, barely able to breathe, but now he timidly pushed his tongue forward, learning how to participate. It felt strange, like teaching someone who knew nothing from the beginning. Every time their tongues rubbed together, Yeo-woon’s lower abdomen twitched.

That’s when it happened.

“Ah…!”

Yoon Ji-gu pressed firmly against Yeo-woon’s center. Ji-gu focused on the kiss, sucking on Yeo-woon’s lips, ignoring Yeo-woon’s sudden moan. That was the turning point. No matter how much Yeo-woon tried to avoid it, Ji-gu always followed, sucking his lips and persistently rubbing over his clothes, tracing the shape of his d1ck with his hand. Squirming his legs was of no use.

He had been letting it slide because Ji-gu’s actions were cute, but this wouldn’t do. Yeo-woon gripped the paddle he was holding tighter. Then he brought it down on Yoon Ji-gu’s bottom. There was a slapping sound and Ji-gu’s body stiffened.

“Ow!”

“Don’t get cocky.”

Even though it was just a light tap, clear tears welled up in Yoon Ji-gu’s eyes. He reached back with one hand to rub where he was hit and nuzzled his forehead against Yeo-woon’s shoulder.

“It hurts…”

Despite saying it hurt, the hand caressing Yeo-woon’s thigh didn’t move away. Because he was sitting between Yeo-woon’s legs, Yeo-woon couldn’t even close his legs. He couldn’t kick him away either…

“Yoon Ji-gu.”

“Why are you calling me by my full name?”

“Okay, Ji-gu.”

“What?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“…..”

It didn’t feel like he was hitting at all, probably because Ji-gu was clothed. Yoon Ji-gu swallowed at Yeo-woon’s words, then half-raised his body. He knelt up and started undoing his belt buckle. When he pulled down the zipper, he grumbled for Yeo-woon not to look at him like a pervert, but Yeo-woon, distracted, kept staring at Ji-gu’s lower half.

As the black pants were pulled down, gray underwear and firm thighs were revealed. Perhaps because he was wearing underwear, it looked even bigger than when Yeo-woon had seen it at the swimming pool. One part of the underwear was damp with a darker gray, and although it shouldn’t contain much, it looked… very full.

Maybe it just looks big because it’s still covered. Would it be smaller when unwrapped?

Yeo-woon suddenly realized he was thinking about wanting to see another man’s d1ck and tried to regain his composure. It seemed ridiculous now that he had worried about feeling repulsed when actually doing it.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Why aren’t you undressing?”

Damn it, why am I the only one undressing…? Yoon Ji-gu grumbled, clearly feeling wronged. His eyes narrowed in an attempt to look fierce, but with his lower half standing at attention, he only looked like a frustrated pervert pretending to be angry.

“Then you undress me.”

“…..”

“Hurry. I’m lazy.”

“…Ah, seriously!”

Frustrated, Ji-gu messed up his hair and lunged at him. Since he was wearing elastic waistband pants, it was incredibly easy to remove his clothes. With the pants dangling around Yeo-woon’s right ankle, Ji-gu kissed him deeply, just like Yeo-woon had taught him.

Even though Yeo-woon hadn’t taught him this, Ji-gu naturally pressed his hardness against Yeo-woon’s, grinding his hips slowly. Yeo-woon could feel Ji-gu’s arousal through the thin fabric. Yeo-woon admired Yoon Ji-gu’s attractive face while rubbing himself against Ji-gu’s erect shaft. There was definitely a reason why people went crazy for good-looking guys. Just looking at him made his mouth water. As he started feeling light-headed from the heat between them, Yeo-woon snapped back to reality and slapped Ji-gu’s butt to ground himself. A sharp sound echoed, and Ji-gu’s back stiffened.

“Ahh!”

Taking off his pants definitely made the sensation of skin contact different. While Ji-gu had been whining in pain after the first three slaps, by the fourth, he bit Yeo-woon’s t0ngue playfully, without hurting him. Then, as if to soothe the spot, he gently licked Yeo-woon’s t0ngue. The way he both hurt and comforted Yeo-woon was absurdly funny.

“Ah, hyung, nngh…”

Ji-gu rested his forehead against Yeo-woon’s, trying to catch his breath. When Yeo-woon teasingly slipped his hand into Ji-gu’s underwear and rubbed his reddened butt, Ji-gu let out a stifled moan.

“Don’t do that!”

“You said you were being punished.”

“…That’s… You didn’t say you’d massage it.”

“It looked like it hurt, so I was trying to soothe it…”

“…?”

“Doesn’t it hurt less when I touch it?”

Ji-gu reluctantly nodded, as if realizing there was some truth to Yeo-woon’s words. It was his first time seeing and touching a man’s body so intimately too. Yeo-woon slid his hand under Ji-gu’s t-shirt. Yeo-woon caressed around his navel, feeling his abs. He couldn’t help but feel like Ji-gu’s hardness twitched as he did.

At the moment of the final slap, perhaps because Yeo-woon put too much strength into it due to excitement, Ji-gu’s posture collapsed. He fell forward, trembling, propped up by his arms on either side of Yeo-woon’s head.

“Nngh…!”

“…”

The wet patch on Ji-gu’s underwear had spread significantly. At that moment, even Yeo-woon thought, Oh no, but watching Ji-gu climax from being spanked felt surreal. Without thinking, Yeo-woon muttered,

“You’re such a pervert…”

“Ha, ah, nngh…”

“Pervert…”

“…Why am I a pervert?!”

“You just cvm from being spanked.”

“That’s not what happened!”

Ji-gu burst out angrily at those words. But seriously, getting mad while being fully erect like that only made him look like a raging pervert. Yeo-woon glanced up at him with narrowed eyes, Ji-gu sighed as if he was going to lose his mind.

“You’re the one who got excited while spanking me!”

“Ah, wait a second!”

As if taking revenge, Ji-gu pulled out Yeo-woon’s d1ck from his underwear and rubbed the overly sensitive skin. When he circled the tip of Yeo-woon’s d1ck with his thumb, Yeo-woon arched his back, unable to do anything. His toes curled as he released onto Ji-gu’s hand. Ji-gu looked at him with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as he grumbled.

“You even bought this thing just to confess to me. Who’s the real pervert here?”

“Why would I…? You’re the one who asked me to get it so I could spank you.”

“Hah, when did I say that?”

“…You said you wouldn’t mind getting hit by me.”

“That’s—!”

“And who was it that kept hinting to be spanked, even in the middle of meals.”

“…Me.”

“And earlier. You said you’d call me ‘master.'”

Yoon Ji-gu, who was about to argue back, pursed his lips and then voiced his complaints.

“If we’re talking about that, I have a lot to say too. You were the one on the phone, and that person kept calling you ‘Master.'”

“…What are you talking about? That never happened.”

“It did! You said it was a new employee. I remember everything.”

When did I…? Yeo-woon felt something off about this conversation. The more they talked, the more it seemed like they were discussing different things.

“Don’t you mean ‘assistant manager/senior staff’ (juimnim), not ‘master’ (juinnim)?”

“Same thing. Are you making fun of me?”

“It’s a company position.”

“…What?”

“Like assistant manager, department head. Supervisor.”

Yoon Ji-gu tilted his head with a slightly furrowed brow and asked.

“Is there such a thing? I’ve never heard of it.”

“…There is.”

“Then, why did you buy this?!”

Ji-gu pointed at the paddle discarded in the corner of the bed, raising his voice.

“You kept going on about wanting to be hit, so I figured you were really into it… But this feels off. Can we talk after we clean up?”

Yeo-woon gestured towards his soaked lower half with his eyes. But Ji-gu seemed oddly flustered. His face flushed a deep red, and his body began trembling as if it were about to burst.

“T-Then why did I get spanked?!”

“Huh? Because you like being spanked.”

“No, I don’t!”

Ji-gu once again became an enraged pervert. He grabbed his phone from his discarded pants on the floor, quickly searched something, then squeezed his eyes shut. Shortly after, tears began welling up in the corners of his eyes.

“…Are you crying?”

“…”

“Ji-gu? …Why, why are you like this? Is it because I called you a pervert?”

“…Hic.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t tease you anymore. Okay?”

Yeo-woon sat up abruptly and awkwardly hugged the despairing Ji-gu. Without resistance, Ji-gu buried his face in Yeo-woon shoulder and gripped the bed sheets as if he was going to tear them. He gripped them so tightly that blue veins bulged on the back of his hand.

“I hate pain!”

“Okay, okay.”

“I’m serious. I’d rather hit someone first than be hit. I only put up with it because it’s you! Do you know how preciously I was raised…!”

“…”

“I thought you… had that kind of preference!”

Ji-gu grumbled as if he was really wronged. Yeo-woon was momentarily dumbfounded. It’s not even your preference? Then what the hell have we been doing…? Suddenly, they both realized they’d engaged in something neither of them actually enjoyed.

“Fvck, it hurt so much…”

It was funny that he was complaining after being spanked only five times. How hard could Yeo-woon have hit him? Yeo-woon bit back the urge to say something snarky and instead gently patted Ji-gu’s back.

“It hurts!”

“Oh dear. I’m sorry.”

“Fvck… I’m going to die.”

How sensitive. Yeo-woon stopped patting his back and started gently stroking it instead. Ji-gu intermittently whimpered about how embarrassed he was, and each time, Yeo-woon closed his eyes tightly as he inwardly cringed at himself for going as far as to buy a paddle in the first place.

Still, if he hates pain more than death…

‘I guess I’m the bottom.’

As always, Yeo-woon naturally accepted his fate. If Ji-gu had endured getting hit just because he thought it was Yeo-woon’s preference, then Yeo-woon could at least yield in this regard for him.