TMB Vol 7 Part 5

6. Epilogue: Honeymoon – Sunlight

Seung-yeon, who sensed Il-seo’s presence first through pheromones, ground out his cigarette in the ashtray. Not long after he waved away the smoke that had spread on the terrace with his hand, the terrace door opened and Il-seo, his face swollen, staggered into his arms.

Seung-yeon pressed kisses all over Il-seo, from his tousled hair to his round forehead, and Il-seo stretched and slowly shook off his sleepiness.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes.”

“It seems so.”

He had that soft look on his face that he always had after waking up from a deep sleep. Seung-yeon caressed his warm cheeks and chin before taking Il-seo’s hand.

“It’s cold. Let’s go inside.”

“Okay.”

Il-seo, who came in following the path to the living room, trembled slightly at the belatedly felt cold. The chilly January air had colored his nose and toes pink in that brief moment. Seung-yeon picked up the blanket on the sofa, covered Il-seo’s shoulders with it, and asked.

“What about breakfast?”

“There should be leftover seaweed soup in the fridge.”

“Okay. Let’s eat that. Wash up and relax.”

While Seung-yeon prepared breakfast, Il-seo fought off his drowsiness and quickly washed up. The savory smell of the simmering seaweed soup reached all the way to the bedroom, making his mouth water.

Even though the soup alone was enough to satisfy his hunger, Seung-yeon started making simple side dishes. In the meantime, Il-seo walked around various parts of the house. There were still many spaces that hadn’t been organized yet because they were both busy, but Il-seo really liked this house.

He had visited this villa with Seung-yeon before the remodeling. It was the day after they both ruined their proposals by getting stuck in the elevator.

When he learned that Seung-yeon had commissioned a florist team to prepare a space for the proposal and had even arranged catering, he felt so regretful. The song he had prepared wouldn’t disappear so he could sing it anywhere, but the space Seung-yeon had prepared would be hard to see if not now.

Unable to hide his disappointed expression from his sadness, Seung-yeon eventually brought him to this villa the next day.

Although a day had passed, the flowers hadn’t wilted yet thanks to the water pouches, and the table setting prepared for the meal also remained as it was, so they could somewhat complete the scene if they just bought food. Seung-yeon regretted that he couldn’t show him the lighting he had prepared to match Seoul’s night view, but Il-seo was sufficiently moved by the scenery spread out under the sunlight that filled the living room.

Il-seo slowly walked the flower path created along his steps. The living room was so large that it couldn’t all be taken in at a glance, and it was full of colorful flowers, making it look like a small garden. (All the flowers were made into vases and bouquets and placed at the company to share with employees) For food, they hurriedly shared Western cuisine packaged from a nearby place.

Even then, he thought it was a sufficiently wonderful and too good a house for him, but after the proposal, Seung-yeon completely remodeled this mansion. He put in effort for a long period to the extent that it was almost like building it anew.

Il-seo was such a layman when it came to architecture or interior design that he wanted to mostly follow Seung-yeon’s decisions, but Seung-yeon kept giving Il-seo choices and telling him to pick the best one. Even down to marble patterns that were hard to distinguish with the eyes. A few times it was so difficult that he picked anything, but each time he chose, Seung-yeon said they had good taste compatibility. He still doesn’t know if that was actually true or if Seung-yeon said it to comfort him as he struggled.

Seung-yeon took time out of his schedule to personally oversee the remodeling process throughout the construction period, but he didn’t show the house to Il-seo until it was completed. He said he wanted to show it to him as a gift. On the first day of the move, Seung-yeon covered Il-seo’s eyes with one hand and opened the front door.

And the moment he first set foot in the newly decorated house, Il-seo felt like he was falling in love.

The place, transformed to the point where it was hard to think of it as the same house he had seen before, was full of Seung-yeon and Il-seo’s tastes. Previously, he had wondered why Seung-yeon went to such lengths, but when he faced the accessories and furniture they had agonized over choosing together beautifully arranged throughout the house, he was swept up in an emotion hard to express in words.

The interior was moving, but the fact that he was living with Seung-yeon in this house also made his heart swell. Il-seo had lived alone ever since he ran away from Kang Hyung-won. Living with someone hadn’t been a good memory for Il-seo, but thanks to Seung-yeon, he felt the excitement of starting a family with the person he loved for the first time in his life.

When he lived alone, he used to feel somewhat empty when he came home after schedules ended. However, in this house, he didn’t feel lonely even when alone. Seeing his guitar placed next to Seung-yeon’s guitar or seeing his and Seung-yeon’s shoes placed side by side made him feel a stability hard to express in words instead. It was warmth and comfort he was feeling for the first time since being born.

Since it hadn’t been long since they moved, all the spaces still looked new. Il-seo looked around the house whenever he had time every day, and like a dog taking a walk, he lingered in places his heart was drawn to for a long time, killing time.

“Il-seo.”

He heard a voice calling him from afar, signaling that breakfast was ready. Seung-yeon asked as he watched Il-seo walk into the dining room.

“Where did you look around today?”

“The studio.”

“You saw that yesterday too.”

“I love the studio so much.”

Seeing how much he liked it, it was worth putting in the effort. The two sitting across from each other began breakfast. Il-seo still seemed to have more to say about the studio and kept chattering.

“The frames on the wall are more and more to my liking the more I look at them. They look different when I see them in the morning and when I look with the lights on.”

On the studio wall, they had separately printed LP masterpieces that Il-seo and Seung-yeon liked, made them into frames, and hung them. Il-seo and Seung-yeon continued their meal for a while talking about the songs on those masterpieces.

The well-boiled seaweed soup and the cod roe egg roll Seung-yeon quickly made were so delicious that Il-seo scooped out half a bowl more of rice from the rice cooker and sat down. Seung-yeon, seeing him eat well after a while, couldn’t contain his satisfaction and pushed all the side dishes toward Il-seo.

“Oh, right. Hwan said that. We can match our schedules around the end of this month.”

“Yes. I heard from Kyung-hyun hyung too.”

The most exciting thing about a honeymoon is to leave right after the wedding, but both Il-seo and Seung-yeon were finally able to coordinate their schedules after the new year due to their schedules. The travel plans were repeatedly canceled because when Il-seo was free, Seung-yeon was in Korea for an event, or when Seung-yeon was available, Il-seo was on a shoot in the provinces.

While coordinating the schedule, Seung-yeon asked first where he wanted to travel. Since Seung-yeon had been to most travel destinations, he wanted to go to a country Il-seo wanted. Il-seo, who answered that he would think about it, didn’t let go of his phone for several days.

“I want to go to America.”

Il-seo, who had pushed a mouthful of freshly scooped rice into his mouth, suddenly said where he wanted to travel. Seung-yeon’s eyebrows rose at the unexpected answer.

“America?”

“Yes.”

“Where in America do you want to go?”

“New York.”

He wondered if there was really a need to take a winter New York trip right after the year-end had passed. He wished that the guy who was always sickly would go to a warm place and rest fully.

However, Il-seo’s first overseas trip was a reward vacation for the drama ‘The Temperature of Overflow.’ Although it was a vacation that was pushed back somewhat late due to Il-seo’s health issues, Il-seo spent a happy week at a resort in a Vietnamese vacation spot. Bali, where they recently went, was also a vacation spot. As in Vietnam, Il-seo ate lots of fruits he liked and swam.

He thought Il-seo might be drawn to an urban area rather than a resort in an environment similar to where they had been. Finding it cute that he picked New York out of the vast American landmass, Seung-yeon asked with a smile, squinting his eyes.

“Is there a reason it’s New York?”

Il-seo, who had chewed and eaten the fish cake stir-fry Seung-yeon placed on his spoon, answered.

“Well…. Didn’t you shoot your first overseas pictorial in New York, sunbae?”

“Pictorial?”

“It was a winter clothing ad. The cover of Cosmongpolitan’s December issue.”

Watching Seung-yeon’s expression as he tried to recall, Il-seo took out his phone. His fingers moved busily as he searched.

“This one.”

What appeared on the phone screen was a pictorial photo from over 10 years ago. The hair and clothes were outdated, but Il-seo kept zooming in and out of the photo, busy being impressed.

This was really cool. So handsome, right? Did you think of this expression yourself, sunbae? This knit color was just perfect for you, sunbae. I liked this the most so I used it as my phone wallpaper for a year.

Il-seo added small comments in a tiny voice each time he flipped through Seung-yeon’s pictorial pages. Seung-yeon didn’t look at the photos he was supposed to see and only watched Il-seo’s face chattering away without rest.

“I really love this pictorial. So if I got the chance, I really wanted to go here. This is Brooklyn, right?”

Only then did he realize this was a New York street and understood why Il-seo chose America as a travel destination. Il-seo must have really liked this pictorial.

Of course, this pictorial shoot was not a bad memory for Seung-yeon either. There was the excitement of shooting overseas for the first time as a rookie, and the ad response was good, so after this pictorial, clothing pictorial inquiries came in one after another.

Il-seo, who had been speaking excitedly, carefully observed Seung-yeon’s expression and then added somewhat belatedly.

“Uh…. But since it’s a honeymoon, if there’s somewhere you want to go, sunbae, we can go there.”

“No. New York is good. Since it would be a shame to only go to the city, it would be better to stop by Hawaii on the way back.”

Il-seo seemed relieved by the ready agreement and smiled cheerfully as he picked up his water glass. When he said that he would plan the route, so let him know if there was a place he wanted to go, Il-seo nodded with an excited look.

Then a few more days later. Il-seo sat close to Seung-yeon who was reading a script. Il-seo placed a small notebook on top of the script Seung-yeon was holding. Looking at the densely written letters, Seung-yeon asked.

“What’s this?”

“When I gathered the places I wanted to go, there got to be a bit many… so I organized it once.”

What was filled with neat handwriting was a New York travel plan. Laughter burst out once at the pretty handwriting that matched his appearance, and once more because it was admirable that he had researched this much on his own.

However, the smile gradually disappeared from Seung-yeon’s lips as he read down the travel plan Il-seo had organized. Seung-yeon, who raised his head, asked seriously. Did you really want to do all of this? Il-seo nodded twice.

“You want to go to all of these?”

“We can’t go for long, so as I planned it, it became packed… Is it a lot?”

Because their schedules were mismatched with each other, the travel plan was less than two weeks. Moreover, since they would only stay in New York for about a week, there were many places he wanted to go but not enough time. At Il-seo’s cautious question, Seung-yeon couldn’t hide his troubled look.

“If we move according to this, our Il-seo will get sick.”

“Oh, come on. Would I really? I can do it.”

Seung-yeon looked at the notebook again with lukewarm eyes. Looking at the locations, it seemed he had considered the route, but he hadn’t considered his own stamina, which was actually important.

There were some rather inefficient schedules, like visiting more than two museums in a day or going to observation decks three days in a row. However, Il-seo’s eyes were sparkling too much with anticipation, and knowing how hard he had researched for several days, Seung-yeon decided to follow Il-seo’s plan as much as possible.

And on the morning of the fifth day of the honeymoon. Seung-yeon’s concerns eventually became reality. Seung-yeon was the first to notice Il-seo’s condition had changed. Seung-yeon, who opened his eyes at dawn with some ominous feeling, checked on Il-seo.

Il-seo’s breath, sleeping deeply while breathing heavily, was strangely hot. When he touched his forehead, the round forehead wrapped under his palm was also hot and warm from fever.

First, since he was sleeping soundly, Seung-yeon released pheromones so Il-seo could sleep more deeply, and also turned off in advance the alarm that Il-seo set for 6 AM every morning to carry out his training-like schedule.

As expected, Il-seo woke up later than usual. Even after opening his eyes, unable to get up easily, Il-seo tossed and turned for a while buried in the blanket, then checked the clock, startled as if sensing something strange about the sunlight beyond the window.

When asked if his condition was okay after Il-seo made a tearful expression saying he overslept because he didn’t hear the alarm, he nodded. Since it had come to this, when subtly asked how about resting during the day and going out around evening, Il-seo immediately shook his head. Whether he didn’t notice his own condition or was being stubborn, he firmly finished preparing and rather hurriedly carried out the morning’s planned ‘Central Park walk’ schedule.

However, at a cafe they stopped by after lunch, Il-seo’s words sharply decreased. When he finally asked bluntly, “You’re sick, aren’t you?” only then did he nod dejectedly. If he was saying with his own mouth that he was sick, his condition really wasn’t good. Seung-yeon took a taxi and immediately moved to the lodging.

Still, he had to take medicine, so he hurriedly heated instant soup and fed him a little before taking out the emergency medicine they had brought from Korea. Seung-yeon, who touched the forehead of Il-seo lying on the bed, furrowed his brow. Perhaps because the wind was cold today, his fever seemed higher than in the morning. He shouldn’t have let him walk through the park.

Il-seo muttered, not knowing what was inside Seung-yeon.

“We have to go to the restaurant…. The cruise too….”

Seung-yeon, who sat beside the regretful Il-seo, opened and poured wine. Now was not the time to scold, but to comfort him. The one who would be most disappointed and uncomfortable inside would be Il-seo.

“I like this kind of date too.”

Il-seo, who knew what comfort was, only gave a weak smile. Seung-yeon, who was sitting with his back against the head of the bed, drinking wine, gently touched Il-seo’s nose and asked.

“Are you very upset? Your eyebrows are drooping.”

“A little.”

“There are still days left, so rest well today before you get sicker. We can play again once your condition recovers.”

Il-seo, who nodded, placed his warm cheek on Seung-yeon’s shoulder. Seung-yeon gently scratched Il-seo’s hair with his fingers, then put a piece of chocolate he had opened to eat as a snack into Il-seo’s mouth.

“It’s too sweet.”

“Want to spit it out?”

When he held his palm in front of his lips, Il-seo pretended to spit it out and playfully just left a lip stamp on Seung-yeon’s palm.

About 10 minutes later, perhaps as the medicine began to take effect, Il-seo repeatedly dozed off and woke while leaning on his shoulder, and Seung-yeon laid the drowsy Il-seo comfortably on the bed, then sat on the sofa by the window and quietly emptied a bottle of wine. Il-seo, who had been sleeping soundly, slowly opened his eyes only after night fell. Seung-yeon, who turned his head at the rustling sound, got up from the sofa.

“You’re awake?”

“Yes. The whole day has passed.”

Il-seo let out a sigh mixed with regret as he saw the sun had set through the window. Seung-yeon, who approached Il-seo rubbing his eyes, cupped the cheeks of Il-seo who was still drowsy from not being fully awake.

“Let’s just kiss once.”

Perhaps because he was sick. His skin, which was warmer than usual, was damp and slippery with cold sweat, and every time his heated body pressed close and breathed heavily, Il-seo’s characteristic sweet body scent felt much stronger than usual. Seung-yeon, who had been wondering if he would wake the sleeping sick guy and couldn’t freely kiss him, had to stay away from the bed on the sofa for several hours to suppress the urge to mix tongues.

As if waiting for him to wake up, Il-seo twisted his head away from Seung-yeon who approached close enough for their noses to touch in an instant.

“You can’t. It’ll spread….”

“You’ll get better faster if you give it to me.”

Normally Il-seo would have absolutely refused, but being sick in a foreign land, his whining strangely increased. His self-control crumbled at the hot breath flowing through his eyes, dyed even darker with excitement, and his parted lips. It felt like he was being conquered helplessly.

In the end, Il-seo also slowly closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Seung-yeon’s neck. He offered his tongue as Seung-yeon kissed him, and rubbed his flesh while wrapping his limbs around the cool, firm body.

After mixing tongues until saliva overflowed from his small mouth and kneading his buttocks, he could feel Il-seo’s half-erect dick poking his bare skin. Seung-yeon, who scanned Il-seo’s dazed face, burst into laughter mixed with delight.

“You said you were sick. It seems harder than usual?”

“No, it’s not.”

“Should I suck it?”

Seung-yeon, who climbed on top of Il-seo while pressing the hand pulling the robe closed with a troubled face onto the bed sheet, bit and loosened Il-seo’s robe tie with his teeth. As Seung-yeon said, the place that felt pleasure seemed more sensitive than usual today.

Even a slight brush made his toes curl and goosebumps rise on his thighs. It was probably more so because he had a fever and his mind was drowsy.

“Ngh…!”

He felt his now hard dick being sucked into the moist mouth. Seung-yeon lowered his face and deeply held from the glans to the end of the shaft at once.

Perhaps because of the fever, the inside of Seung-yeon’s mouth felt somewhat lukewarm. His breath caught at the unusual sensation. Every time Seung-yeon’s head moved up and down, wet saliva sounds filled the hotel room. His hearing had become sensitive without exception. The greedy licking sounds were heard too loudly, making him feel ashamed yet excited by the sounds, and his dick twitched.

“S-stop… I’m going to c-come….”

Seung-yeon held the dick in his throat while firmly pressing down the fevered thighs with his palms so Il-seo couldn’t move. Il-seo, who had been squirming his waist, eventually poured his semen entirely into Seung-yeon’s mouth. Seung-yeon, who moved his Adam’s apple right away as if swallowing was natural, meticulously licked Il-seo’s dick with his tongue until there was no sign of ejaculation.

The moment Seung-yeon, who had been sucking for a while, raised his head, Il-seo felt that his eyes had changed. To be precise, Seung-yeon’s pheromones flowed thickly and the air instantly became heavy.

His stomach became unbearably ticklish, then something lukewarm and sticky leaked between his buttocks. Seung-yeon, who was feeling around Il-seo’s hole, also pulled up the corners of his mouth.

“You’re so wet, seriously.”

There was no need for lube. Unlike usual, Seung-yeon’s glans directly touched the body fluid that had flowed out enough to make between his buttocks slippery. Seung-yeon put his hand behind Il-seo’s knee to fold his body. As his waist was lifted, Il-seo’s groin came starkly into Seung-yeon’s view.

Seung-yeon said without taking his eyes off the hole that was redder and more swollen than usual.

“I’m confused whether you have a fever… or are in heat.”

“Uh, heu.”

“You’re really lewd today.”

Seung-yeon’s dick poked around the wet hole. The glans, stiffened from blood rushing to it, didn’t immediately enter the hole but slid past the hole while getting it wet with fluid and poked the fruit-like testicles. Il-seo trembled and moaned as if he had already been penetrated.

“Ah. Just, you, put it in. Ah……!”

As soon as the words ended, something like a club split between his buttocks and entered. Il-seo, who squeezed his eyes shut and let out a short scream, belatedly trembled while squirming his waist.

Seung-yeon, who held Il-seo’s waist, thrust below. He carefully observed Il-seo’s reaction, and when Il-seo’s breathing became excessively rough, he reduced the speed of his thrusts.

The feeling of it being different from usual was felt even from the first insertion. Il-seo, who had been groaning to endure the pain during the initial thrusts, was already hiccupping and breathing heavily.

When Seung-yeon deliberately slowed down his hip movements and dawdled, Il-seo furrowed his brow slightly, then moved his own waist first.

“Hng, eugh…”

Looking at Il-seo’s face, whose eyes had already glazed over, Seung-yeon firmly pressed around the inner walls with his glans. Even if they were both struggling, the sensation was clearly different when he was in pain versus when he was feeling pleasure. The soft and hot inner wall gently opened along the path of Seung-yeon’s dick, and when the dick stopped moving, it tightly wrapped around it as if it had been waiting.

“Ah….”

It was maddeningly stimulating. Even Seung-yeon faintly frowned at the excessive pleasure. The moment Il-seo’s body trembled, his dick squeezed tightly, and thin fluid gushed out between the hole. The translucent fluid thoroughly soaked Seung-yeon’s stomach and thighs. There was especially a lot of fluid today.

Seung-yeon bent his waist and kissed Il-seo. Il-seo got more excited when kissing. As he made lewd sounds and wriggled his waist, desire arose to push him to the limit. Il-seo sucked the tongue that wrapped around, and groaned while pressing their lips together, wanting to kiss more deeply. He wanted to tease him. Seung-yeon, who laughed lowly, deliberately slightly pulled his lips away, and he twisted his head following where the lips went. When he completely pulled his face away with the intention of making Il-seo anxious, he looked up at Seung-yeon with his tongue stuck out between his lips.

“Fuck, that expression really….”

Seung-yeon, who muttered a curse, spat his saliva onto Il-seo’s tongue. He pressed Il-seo’s tongue with his finger while Il-seo looked up at him dazedly with one eye closed, making him swallow his saliva without leaving a single drop.

Seung-yeon started thrusting again with his finger in Il-seo’s mouth. As the squelching flesh collided, the friction sounds were louder and more explicit than usual.

“Uh, mmph, heuup.”

Il-seo, who was being pounded enough to make his body jerk, spoke urgently, but his tongue only tickled the finger and his pronunciation wasn’t proper. Then suddenly fluid splashed onto Seung-yeon’s face. It was semen that splattered from Il-seo’s purplish glans.

Seung-yeon, who closed one eye, pulled out the hand that was in Il-seo’s mouth and wiped the semen that wet his eye area. Il-seo, who flushed red, also reached out his hand while making a tearful expression.

“I said, I said I was going to come.”

He probably kept muttering that he was going to come, but it didn’t properly reach Seung-yeon whose sexual sensation had reached its limit. Seung-yeon wore a troubled smile and licked with his tongue the finger wet with Il-seo’s semen.

“It’s just starting, what are you going to do if you come already?”

“Today, something’s haht, strange. Strange….”

“I know. It’s especially good today like I’m on drugs.”

Il-seo’s body was flipped over, and the thick dick penetrated the wet hole again. Seung-yeon’s dick pushed without mercy against the inner walls that had risen to the fullest from ejaculation. In the prone position with his stomach down, it felt like even his organs were being crushed from bearing Seung-yeon’s weight.

“Uh. Heungh.”

Moreover, every time Seung-yeon thrust his hips, the reddened glans was deeply rubbed against the blanket. As the surface of his dick, extremely sensitive after two ejaculations, was stimulated without rest, unbearable sensations rushed in. However, no matter how much he struggled with his legs, he couldn’t shake off Seung-yeon’s weight. Seung-yeon held the headboard with one hand and thrust deeply.

“D-Deep, it’s too deep!”

Beyond the inner walls he usually pounded, the glans repeatedly caught on the narrow entrance. In front, the wet blanket roughly rubbed the swollen glans, and behind, rough penetration continued to the point where breathing was difficult. Gradually crying began to mix with his moans and Il-seo’s eyes reddened.

“Hng, ugh, st-stop, it’s weird, hngh!”

“Shit, Il-seo, hang on.”

A chill ran down his spine, and a sense of fear arose. Seung-yeon, pressing down on Il-seo’s lower body with his hand as he instinctively tried to arch his back, thrust his hips upwards. Il-seo made a sound that went back and forth between a moan and a scream, and then stiffened his entire body again and trembled. Now, there was no semen left to ejaculate. He felt something similar to urine leaking from his glans, and he also felt Seung-yeon’s dick churning inside his stomach.

“Haah….”

Seeing Seung-yeon, who pulled out his dick, throw away the condom filled with semen and tear open a new condom to put on, Il-seo curled his body into a ball and shook his head.

“Wa, wait…. I want to rest. I want to rest, sunbae….”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Ah, please, ah…!”

Il-seo squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation of the dick entering again. While it was true that Il-seo was excited differently from usual, Seung-yeon was the same. Evidence of this were his eyes, darkened even more than usual without a single point of light, and his dick that hadn’t softened even after ejaculating once but rather became thicker.

He didn’t know how many times they mixed bodies like that. Seung-yeon, who trembled from the afterglow of yet another rushing ejaculation, pulled his dick out of the hole with heated sighs. He stared blankly at the red hole that remained half-open and wouldn’t close, then pulled off the condom and threw it on the floor. Whitish stuff that leaked from the untied condom opening pooled on the floor.

Seung-yeon picked up the condom container again. But now there was nothing inside. Il-seo had already passed out completely. Seung-yeon quietly looked at the messed-up Il-seo with clouded pupils. His dick was still erect to the limit, and his breathing was ragged.

His dick, dirty with both their fluids, entered between the hole. At the sensation of the inner walls directly touching without a condom, Seung-yeon rolled his eyes and spat out a curse. Every time the squelching sound of flesh rang out, the round buttocks shook up and down. Even the half-passed-out Il-seo kept coming with his shriveled dick.

“Il-seo. Il-seo.”

I love you. I wish Il-seo would look at me. No, sleeping Il-seo is pretty too. Il-seo. Lee Il-seo.

Seung-yeon called and called Il-seo, who didn’t answer, all night. He licked and sucked, stroked and caressed the obscene yet angelic face that was indescribably lewd.

***

It was hard to open his eyes all at once. When he barely lifted his matted eyelashes, his focus barely adjusted. Il-seo was lying sprawled on top of Seung-yeon’s body. As if he wasn’t heavy, Seung-yeon was sleeping deeply while being crushed by him. Since Seung-yeon usually woke up first, seeing Seung-yeon sleep defenseless was rare. Il-seo looked at Seung-yeon while remaining in his lying position.

The face that looked gorgeous and urban now looked as innocent as an angel. After looking at his handsome face for a while, when he slowly raised his upper body, he felt their body fluids still not dried and matted on their stomach that had been touching. Moreover, the moment he moved his legs, his stomach ached dully. Only then did Il-seo notice that Seung-yeon’s dick was still inside him.

He suppressed a groan and got up from the bed to pull out the dick. As soon as the slippery thick flesh slid out completely, cloudy fluid flowed between his thighs. He came inside? Il-seo looked at the sleeping Seung-yeon with a dumbfounded expression.

‘What, how much did we do……’

Not only did he come inside, but the amount leaking out was beyond imagination. Il-seo hurriedly blocked below with his hand. It seemed they had mixed bodies until the very last moment and passed out together while reaching climax. Yesterday, not only himself but Seung-yeon had definitely lost reason too.

Il-seo got down from the bed in an awkward posture.

Around the bed, used condoms were scattered haphazardly. It was hard to count at a glance. Il-seo stopped while picking up the condom husks fallen on the floor and putting them in the trash. Every time he moved his legs, semen flowed to the floor, making cleaning meaningless.

He had to wash first. Il-seo walked toward the bathroom while rubbing with his hand Seung-yeon’s bite marks that remained on various parts of his body, darker than usual.

Il-seo, who warmed his body with warm water, put his finger between the hole and pulled out the semen himself. It was an unfamiliar sensation since they always used condoms. Il-seo’s face ripened bright red as he poked behind in an awkward posture.

After finishing the shower, he soaked his body in the bathtub. His whole body was wrapped in warm water, and before his eyes was a view full of New York’s downtown scenery just before sunrise. A hum naturally flowed out at the overwhelmingly enchanting scenery.

The bathroom, several times larger than the house he had lived in alone, was still unfamiliar, and it still felt wasteful that they had spent too much money in one night (he didn’t show it to Seung-yeon and only showed him liking it), but it was true that thanks to Seung-yeon, he could have an unforgettable experience for life.

If he saw a lot of good things, he would definitely become a better person. He had to become a wonderful husband who could repay Seung-yeon. Il-seo, with a swelling heart, finished his bath and wiped his body with a towel.

Il-seo, who carefully applied lotion and put on a robe, looked at himself reflected in the bathroom mirror. Il-seo, who was checking whether marks remained in places that would interfere with filming, realized something strange.

Yesterday he definitely had a high fever and was severely sick. He had been so rough in that physical condition, so his body aches should have gotten worse, but strangely, his mind and body felt very refreshed. The dark circles that had come down to his cheekbones yesterday had also disappeared, and his skin seemed to be glowing. Was it because he slept a lot while receiving plenty of Seung-yeon’s pheromone? He didn’t know the reason, but he felt good because he was in good condition.

Il-seo, who returned to the room, sat on the sofa closest to the window, hugged a cushion, and looked outside the window. Color began to seep like golden paint spreading over the darkened sky. The sun was starting to rise.

The building forest created by densely standing high-rise buildings, the Hudson River that had been flowing silently while holding darkness, and the yellow grass of Central Park, slightly faded in color because it was winter, began to sparkle increasingly brilliantly as they received sunlight.

The sun rises every day, but strangely his heart rippled today. He wished Seung-yeon would see this wonderful scenery. No, he definitely wanted to see it together. As soon as the thought occurred, he got down from the sofa and ran to the bedroom where Seung-yeon was sleeping. He carefully shook awake the person sleeping soundly. He knew waking someone from sleep was rude, but he found it hard to hold back the impulse today.

“Sunbae. Sunbae….”

Seung-yeon’s eyes twitched, then his eyelids slowly rose. The moment the black eyes that wavered sleepily reached him, he saw the corners of his mouth soften. As soon as Seung-yeon opened his eyes, he asked.

“Your body.”

“I’m fine. I’m really all better.”

“Really? Is that why you woke up early?”

“Yes.”

Seung-yeon stretched out his arms and pulled Il-seo into an embrace. Il-seo, leaning against Seung-yeon’s chest, whispered.

“The sun is rising now and it’s incredibly pretty. Let’s watch together.”

“Yeah?”

Seung-yeon slowly raised his body while holding Il-seo. Seung-yeon, who swept back his tousled hair with his fingers, smiled slightly as if embarrassed.

“I haven’t even washed.”

“But you, you’re handsome.”

Seung-yeon, who put on the robe Il-seo handed over after blurting out his sincere feelings, shuffled toward the window as Il-seo pulled him.

In the meantime, the sun had risen more, and before long the world was brilliantly dyed with the golden light of early morning.

“Wow….”

Il-seo, who let out admiration aloud, placed his palm on the glass window and pressed his body closer.

Could the sun that rises every day be this unfamiliar? Il-seo, immersed in enchantment, suddenly realized. That he had been experiencing this emotion every day. Because Seung-yeon’s presence that he faces every day and the love he expresses are still unfamiliar and unbelievable to him.

Then Seung-yeon tightly embraced him from behind. He didn’t know what feelings Seung-yeon was looking at this scenery with, but he thought it was probably similar emotions. The deep pulsation felt from their touching chests was just like his own.

The sun grew bigger and bigger. The bright sunlight, overwhelming enough to be overpowering, had already brightly colored the hotel room.

This light cannot be caressed with hands, but it proves its existence with warmth that heats the body. It allows subjects that were buried in darkness and losing color to exist. It was the same as Seung-yeon warming, illuminating, and allowing him to exist.

“It’s like you, sunbae. The sunlight.”

His heart swelled as if it would burst. Il-seo, who pulled up the corners of his mouth prettily, turned his head and met eyes with Seung-yeon.

“Yeah. I love you too.”

As expected, they were thinking the same thing right now. The sunlight, which could be known without saying it and was therefore even more vivid, warmly colored Il-seo and Seung-yeon.

The Book of Misunderstanding (Side Story) Fin