TYMIR Ch 33

The damp wind blowing from the back mountain swept past the eaves. In that gentle breeze, the fine hairs on his skin stood up like frost. His empty eyes, which had been staring blankly at this, suddenly turned towards the wall. The faint light emanating from the main building somehow looked like fireflies, and he couldn’t take his eyes off it.

“I wonder if the young lady has left by now……”

Yoonyi, who was guarding the dark sarangchae alone, muttered listlessly. Seeing how late it was, could she possibly be staying for dinner as well? In the ten years he had served Hyowon, he had often seen people cross the threshold on the pretext of marriage. However, whenever an opportunity for a formal meeting seemed to arise, Hyowon would reject it so coldly that they all used to return empty-handed.

Especially an event like today, where both families gathered for tea and refreshments, was something he could not even dare to imagine. What on earth was on his mind to agree to such a meeting?

A heavy sigh mixed with his warm breath. His heart was in such turmoil, yet for some reason, not a single person came through the side gate. Yoonyi quietly looked up at the pitch-black night sky spread out beneath the eaves. The stars, blooming in profusion, unaware of his inner turmoil, sparkled with exceptional beauty. As he stood there blankly staring at the sky, a memory he had buried suddenly resurfaced, as vivid as if it were yesterday.

‘That brightest star over there is your star, Yoonyi.’

‘Isn’t it your star, Young Master?’

‘It’s because you shine that brightly to me.’

‘Oh, Young Master……’

The sky, densely embroidered in black, resembled that night sky he had once looked up at with the young master.

At the piece of memory that faintly surfaced, Yoonyi’s expression wavered helplessly. Since he was very young, he would always talk about stars while munching with his chubby cheeks. And on top of that, not long ago, he had even confessed his love and brazenly kissed him.

“……Huh?”

At the hateful thoughts wandering through his mind, his eyelids rolled up, and Yoonyi’s gentle eyes grew wider and wider. It should be a joyous occasion for the Young Master to meet a fine young lady and tie the knot as he wished. Why was his heart so complicated?

“What is wrong with me……”

Just as he was letting out a hot sigh, leaving his tangled emotions behind, a figure was rushing towards him in the distance, cutting through the darkness.

“……Y-Young Master?”

A bright yellow light flickered over his tear-filled eyes. No matter how dark it was, he couldn’t fail to recognize the one who was no different from a star to him. Seeing him enter through the darkness, his blue robe fluttering, Yoonyi stood up as if possessed.

“Yoon……! Are you crying, by any chance?”

Hyowon approached, closing the distance quickly like a man who had lost his soul. He was within arm’s reach. Hyowon, who was about to speak urgently, suddenly looked at his face and asked.

“No, I am not. More importantly, the young lady……”

“A misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding.”

As Yoonyi slowly shook his head, Hyowon suddenly grabbed his slender wrist and muttered. The brilliant starlight embroidering the night sky pooled in his dark eyes, trembling precariously.

“What is?”

“The scent of powder, and what happened today as well. I can explain everything, Yoonyi.”

The scent of powder. It seemed he had finally realized it after hearing his words. Hyowon’s firm voice sounded more desperate than ever before. But with the Master of the house having already made up his mind so firmly, what use would it be for the Young Master to explain anything to him? Especially in this moment when even his own confused emotions, the reason for which he didn’t know, couldn’t be explained.

Finding it too difficult to face him any longer, Yoonyi gently lowered his gaze.

“What can you possibly explain? What can you explain, Young Master, you who confessed your love and even kissed me, and are now about to marry another young lady? I don’t know anymore either.”

“Yoonyi, please don’t speak as if you’re giving up.”

His straightforward gaze, as if resigned to everything, was consumed by the pitch-black darkness. The hand gripping his wrist tightened on its own accord. It felt as though if he didn’t, he would slip away like grains of sand, leaving no trace behind. Soon, a clear red handprint was left on his pale white skin.

“How can I give up something I never had in the first place?”

Yoonyi, who had been pressing his lips together for a good while, forced out the words with difficulty.

“Why, why do you say that? Why do you say you have nothing? You are my person, so am I not also your master?”

“……Yes, you are my master. But that is merely a fond affection from a servant who has served you for a long time. You too, Young Master, only as a servant……”

“Don’t you know by now that it isn’t just that kind of affection? Just as I have held you in my heart, not as a servant but simply as one person, you too have a deep love for me, which is why you are making such a sad face right now, is it not?”

Along his slender eyes, the night dew had gathered and was sparkling. His usual composed demeanor was gone, and it felt as if he was once again facing the fearful, small boy from his younger days.

Unable to keep looking at him, Yoonyi dropped his head, and a large hand instantly slid up his thin waist and pulled his body closer. For a moment, his vision went dark, and that unique, refreshing scent rushed in with his breath. Yoonyi, unable to comprehend the situation, simply froze.

“……Y-Young Master. You shouldn’t do this.”

The sound of his heart pounding so fiercely it felt like it would break through his ribs finally brought Yoonyi to his senses, and he stretched out his hands to push hard against Hyowon’s chest. His embrace, which had shared its warmth for a brief moment, was so very comforting. So much so that he wanted to drown in it. But without even a moment to feel the warmth, the face of the young lady he had seen during the day flickered before his eyes like an afterimage. No, this was wrong.

“Why do you keep saying I shouldn’t?”

At his weak struggle, the wall-like body, which seemed it wouldn’t budge an inch, carefully created a gap. Hyowon, looking utterly frantic, asked with a face devoid of color.

“You are a man who will s-soon be married. I will return this. I don’t think this is something I should have after all.”

The face looking at him was more desperate and pitiful than ever before. Nevertheless, Yoonyi coldly shook his head and held out the norigae he had carefully put away.

“Didn’t I tell you that you don’t have to worry about anything?”

Hyowon gently pulled the hand held out before him and enveloped Yoonyi with his entire body. The warmth was conveyed once again. His voice, flowing calmly like a stream, was like a lullaby, and it seemed to melt away even the pent-up anguish.

“……Y-Young Master.”

A hand, large enough to cover his entire back, came over and gently stroked his precariously trembling body.

“It’s alright, Yoonyi. Just think about your current feelings. If you still don’t know, then do I just have to show you?”

As the trembling subsided, Yoonyi barely managed to lift his face, and Hyowon whispered quietly.

“……What does that mean.”

In the gaze that approached him directly, there was no hint of hesitation. Their two hearts, pressed together without a gap, matched their pace and beat as one, thump, thump. The fingertips that had been placed on his chest to push him away again slid down his body powerlessly. Only then did a faint smile spread across Hyowon’s face.

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Like a man dying of thirst, Hyowon roughly pushed Yoonyi into the dark room. In the sarangchae, where not a single oil lamp was lit, the only light was the soft moonlight filtering through the finely papered windows.

“W-wait a moment, Young Master……”

Hyowon, who had been rushing in with fierce momentum, suddenly buried his forehead in Yoonyi’s slender shoulder and panted for breath. His back heaved rapidly like waves.

“I’m so anxious that you might just disappear like this, and I’m worried it might be a dream again.”

“A dream?”

Hyowon, who had been burying his face for a good while, slowly lifted his head to face Yoonyi. In his clear eyes, an indescribable anxiety undulated.

“In my dreams, I held you countless times, but when I woke up, you felt so distant I couldn’t even grasp you.”

“That’s because……”

“I know, I know everything. It was all for my sake, wasn’t it?”

At the careful question, Yoonyi slowly nodded his head. Everything had been for his sake. Soft fingertips that were stroking his slender jawline lightly swept the long corners of his eyes.

“Young Mas……”

Their gazes lingered stickily, and then Hyowon’s head tilted gently again, like a cherry tree in full bloom. The approaching shadow lingered on his face, showing no sign of leaving. The distance narrowed so much that his exhaled breath spilled onto his skin.

“……Hhng.”

At the unfamiliar sensation that sent a tingle down to his toes, his body trembled faintly, and a wet sound flowed from their touching lips. Far from backing away, Hyowon pressed his body even closer. Little by little, his backward steps reached the wall, and their heated lips pressed together more deeply.

He gently bit and released the soft upper lip repeatedly, enough to make a sucking sound, and with a wet moan, a gap slowly formed between his teeth. Hyowon persistently pushed his wet tongue through the narrow opening. The flesh that pushed its way in endlessly began to move very slowly, starting from his even teeth. As if to taste everything.

“Hnng……”

Suddenly, as he languidly swept the hollow of his palate, Yoonyi’s body quivered. Taking this as a start, Hyowon roughly entangled his small, stiffly frozen tongue. The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh was heard clearly in his ear. Yoonyi, who had been rigid, responded by gently wrapping his tongue around Hyowon’s as it swam smoothly inside his mouth.

A hot heat spread through his entire body in an instant. As his slender body swayed from the unbearable heat, the dark shadow pressed against him even more tightly. He could clearly feel his firm chest against his own through the jeogori. As the kiss deepened, his panting breath quickly rose to his throat. Soon, Yoonyi’s face was flushed red like a ripe wild strawberry.

“……Y-Young Master, I’m out of breath.”

His weak fingertips pushed against the sturdy shoulder. At that, the firm body that had been like a wall finally pulled back. Over their moist lips, a transparent strand of saliva stretched out like a silver thread before breaking. Yoonyi repeatedly let out heated breaths.

Unlike that time when he had run away, perhaps because his mind was already thoroughly cooked by the heat spreading from their touching skin, he couldn’t think of anything anymore.

“Yoonyi.”

As Hyowon, who was gazing at him warmly, softly called his name, his heart once again began to beat as if it were leaping.

“Even after this, is it truly not love that you feel for me?”

Hyowon asked, gripping his trembling shoulder with a thoroughly flushed face. His eyes, softly embracing the moonlight, were filled with Yoonyi’s reflection. How could he possibly say no any longer? Yoonyi, panting for breath, simply stared blankly at that handsome face.

“Say something. Please? Yoonyi.”

In the heavy silence, only the faint sounds of their breathing lingered in the air. It was Hyowon who broke that silence.

“Really. Is it really, really okay for me to feel the same way as you, Young Master?”

“That is exactly what I long for, Yoon.”

To Yoon’s cautious question, Hyowon replied with a willing tone.

“……I love you. I love you too, Young Master.”

Yoonyi, who had been endlessly tracing and retracing the slender face before him, managed to part his lips with difficulty.

“Yoonyi, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words.”

The corners of his kind eyes curved softly. Hyowon wore a blossoming smile, looking incredibly happy. His dewy eyes were now swollen and pinkish. Yoonyi, who was quietly observing that innocent appearance, stood on his tiptoes and once again took those wet lips.

Their tongues intertwined like mating snakes. In their tightly pressed lower bodies, he could fully feel their erect members. The languidly drifting heat spread quickly like a flame.

“Eung, Young Master.”

The hand that had been wrapped around his waist swiftly moved up, rubbing the front of his pants slowly and persistently. At that, a wet sound flowed from between his moist lips.

“……Aht, th-there.”

The hand that had been roaming over his thin pants carefully untied the waistband. A faint breeze brushed past his slender legs, and soon his erect member was clearly visible over his pure white undergarments.

“It’s alright. Hm?”

As Yoonyi’s eyes trembled pitifully, a gentle hand caressed his cheek. At this, Yoonyi quietly closed his eyelids. Taking this as permission, the undergarments fell, and Hyowon carefully caressed the pinkish member from the tip. The transparent pre-ejaculate, beaded on the moist glans, flowed silently down the shaft as his fingertips brushed past.

“Hngh, Y-Young Master.”

Every time the calluses on his hand brushed against the tender skin, Yoonyi let out a crying sound. His closed eyelids opened, and Yoonyi mustered the courage to reach out and push back the hem of Hyowon’s robe.

“……Kngh.”

The hard, swollen phallus was visibly twitching, as if it would burst through at any moment. At that pitiful sight, Yoonyi carefully put his hand inside. The flesh, with its prominent veins, was as hot as a pillar of fire.

“Yoonyi, Yoon.”

As the small hand moved busily on the huge member, a rough sound, like a beast’s cry, flowed from between Hyowon’s teeth.

“Hold it with me.”

Their hard, erect organs were pressed head-to-head, rubbing against each other relentlessly. Yoonyi gripped them tightly with both hands and moved his hand up and down as Hyowon led.

“Ah, ahh……”

As pleasure coursed through his body, the hand gripping their members trembled, and the strength in his grasp gradually faded. Unable to hold back, Hyowon took over with his large hand and shook them rapidly. From the wet glans, heated by the rising passion, pre-ejaculate gushed out endlessly. The slippery movement of his hand felt as if it would melt his very mind with excitement. With a completely disheveled face, Yoonyi trembled, letting out senseless moans.

“……Kht.”

Finally, his firm body convulsed faintly. In his hand, a cloudy semen, whose it was unknown, overflowed. The sound of their heated breaths filled the room. After a single release, Yoonyi’s body slid down the wall as if flowing, gently landing on the floor.

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“Young Master, I am still so scared whether this is truly alright.”

His soft cheeks were still flushed red like a ripe persimmon. Hyowon’s lips parted as he stared blankly at the lovely figure, completely disheveled and barely managing to breathe.

“I told you not to worry. I made my true feelings clear to the young lady I met today, so rest assured.”

“What do you mean by that?”

A shadow that had not yet lifted still lingered on his small face. At this, Hyowon gently lifted his slender chin to face him. He couldn’t not know. What it meant to have conveyed his feelings. Yoonyi’s voice trembled.

“I didn’t say anything else. I just said that there is someone I have held in my heart for a long time.”

“Young Master, if you do that, His Lordship will surely……”

Hyowon, as he always did, with eyes full of stars, shook his head firmly. Nevertheless, the worry that clung stickily to his back refused to fall away. He had never seen Lord Kim look so pleased as he had today.

“Don’t think about it anymore. You know it’s not that important to me anyway. And the military service examination will be held soon.”

“……The military examination?”

As if to prevent him from thinking of anything else, Hyowon sent him a warm gaze and subtly changed the subject.

“Yes. If I pass this time, let’s the two of us leave. There, no one will be able to hurt you, and I want to protect you entirely with my own strength.”

“……Y-Young Master. Is that truly so?”

Hyowon clearly conveyed the intention he had harbored for so long. The tears that had pooled in his eyes, which had been lost in a moment of bliss, flowed silently down his flushed cheeks.

“This is a wish I have held for a very long time. I should have told you sooner, I am sorry. For telling you so late.”

“No, Young Master. I think I saw you as too young, too fragile.”

His shy voice, as if he had just shed the last traces of boyhood, felt as sweet as honey. As Yoonyi’s tears flowed endlessly, Hyowon continuously wiped them away with a gentle hand.

“Then do you see me as a man now?”

At the playful question, Yoonyi’s beautiful eyes curved softly like a crescent moon. At that beautiful sight, his body, which had cooled down, shamelessly began to heat up again, a fever creeping up from the tops of his feet. Hyowon carefully caressed Yoonyi’s chin, then his cheek. The skin, softer than expensive silk, clung satisfyingly to his fingertips.

“Young Master.”

Yoonyi, who had been quietly blinking his eyes, carefully opened his lips.

“I apologize. It seems I lost my self-control again upon seeing you, Yoonyi.”

Within his slightly parted lips, the faint-colored mucous membrane was subtly revealed. Hyowon, who had been gazing at it intently, turned his body at an angle and let out a breathy voice. The sarangchae was already filled with an unseasonably early midsummer heat, so suffocating it was hard to even breathe.

“N-no.”

His body, which remembered the short-lived ecstasy, flinched. As if the excitement was still lingering intensely. Hyowon forced his gaze away. But the pounding of his heart, beating as if it would burst, echoed unusually loudly.