UPLB Ch 22

Since Yang Juwon had ordered two anyway, it was fine to switch and eat one.

After finishing, they lounged on the bed. Yang Juwon sat leaning against the headboard, while Choi Sungbin rested one leg on him, idly scrolling through his phone. With nothing else to do, he checked SNS for the first time in a while and, as expected, found a ton of notifications.

He checked the first photo he’d posted. Quite a few comments had piled up. Most were from foreigners or strangers, but there were also some from people he’d gone on a few dates with.

“Where are you?” “What’ve you been up to?” “First time seeing you post a photo.” “You suck at taking pictures.” “Let’s meet up.” Typical comments.

Choi Sungbin threw out a random jab.

“People are saying the photo you took sucks, sunbae.”

“What?”

“This one.”

He held out his phone screen. Yang Juwon glanced at it without responding. Choi Sungbin, practically leaning against him, looked up. His expression was odd.

“What’s with that face?”

“You posted a photo?”

“Yeah. I told you.”

“When did you tell me…?”

I posted it that day. What’s he talking about? He doesn’t care about me. Annoyed, Choi Sungbin bit his forearm.

He wrapped his arms around Yang Juwon’s waist. It was solid, nice. Honestly, it wasn’t fun to touch, but the quiet sturdiness felt good.

He slipped his hand under the t-shirt, grabbing Yang Juwon’s side.

“Put on some weight.”

“…That tickles.”

He wasn’t exactly skin and bones. He was a well-built adult man. He didn’t seem to work out, yet there wasn’t a single soft spot.

Choi Sungbin aimlessly ran his hand over bare skin. He felt the subtle definition of his abs. Looking up from below, he saw the man’s tense expression. He put more pressure into his legs, wrapping them tighter around him. His hand slowly moved, lightly brushing Yang Juwon’s nipple.

“Hey, hold on.”

Yang Juwon squirmed. Why’s he so uncomfortable with this? It’s not like it’s the first time.

Choi Sungbin sat up and burrowed into Yang Juwon’s arms, who was leaning against the headboard. He slipped his head under Yang Juwon’s arm and lay sideways. He pulled up the t-shirt.

“…Why?”

Yang Juwon asked, stiffening. Why? I’m touching what’s mine. Instead of answering, Choi Sungbin gently pressed his bare skin.

The man swallowed hard. The sound, so close, prompted Choi Sungbin to kiss his jaw. The sound of contact was suggestive.

As he rubbed the nipple with his fingertip, it perked up quickly. He grabbed the chest, pressing the nipple with his index finger. There wasn’t much to grab, but it wasn’t bad.

“Sunbae.”

“Yeah.”

“Kiss me.”

Yang Juwon tilted his head slightly. Nervous? It’s not like it’s our first time.

Choi Sungbin leaned closer. Their lips met. As he tilted his head, Yang Juwon’s tongue cautiously slipped in.

Lick a little more. Go deeper.

He gripped the chest harder. The probing tongue brushed his front teeth, then flicked up and down. Amid the wet sounds, he took in Yang Juwon’s tongue, then released it. He tugged at the nipple.

“Ugh.”

The man’s face flushed as he exhaled sharply. Choi Sungbin moved between his legs, climbing on top and diving into a full-on kiss.

Breaths hitched, chests heaved. He pressed his body down, digging into Yang Juwon’s waist. He grabbed something heavy in his hand.

Oh, it’s hard.

As he moved his hand up and down, Yang Juwon’s brow twitched. Why’s it so fun when we’ve got the same equipment? Choi Sungbin wet his lips with his tongue, speeding up his hand. Ah… he sucked in the short, sharp breaths Yang Juwon let out. Wrapping his arms around Yang Juwon’s waist, he pressed closer.

He used to hate touching, looking, or even brushing against it. How did it come to this?

Yang Juwon, squirming, shut his eyes tightly. Choi Sungbin couldn’t look away from his face.

With a grunt, Yang Juwon’s breath came out, and Choi Sungbin’s palm got wet.

“Seriously. You’re not even trying to hide how awkward you are.”

He sat up, throwing a jab at the man. He could feel his own erection, probably wet with precum.

Damn it, getting turned on by touching a guy’s dick. Even after doing it so many times, it stung his pride.

Choi Sungbin carelessly wiped the semen on Yang Juwon’s stomach. He took off his t-shirt and tossed it on the floor. Grabbing Yang Juwon’s waistband, he noticed Yang Juwon clench his thighs.

“Stop it, that thing.”

Always acting shy. After doing everything. Once or twice, it might be cute. Actually, it was never cute.

Yang Juwon finally relaxed. Choi Sungbin pulled off his pants and underwear in one go. His penis and the surrounding area were a mess.

Seeing the semen and precum smeared everywhere, he looked up. Yang Juwon, meeting his gaze, closed his eyes.

Choi Sungbin grabbed the messy penis. Lifting it, he rubbed it, then gripped the tip. As he rolled it in his hand, Yang Juwon panted.

“Hnngh, ngh.”

What a pervert.

He brought his nose to the penis. Frowning at the musky scent of bodily fluids, he wondered why Yang Juwon liked doing this.

“…”

He stared at Yang Juwon, who was fidgeting with his eyes closed. Should I tease him? He never knew playing with a guy’s dick could be this fun.

Holding it still, Yang Juwon slowly opened his tightly shut eyes. Choi Sungbin grinned, eyes curving, and opened his mouth.

The face looking up at him was shocked. Hesitating, he put the tip in his mouth.

Frowning at the musky taste spreading in his mouth, he quickly pulled it out.

“Goddamn…”

He wiped his mouth. No matter how much he liked Yang Juwon, sucking dick was… Sitting there with a reluctant expression, Yang Juwon hurriedly got up, penis dangling, and went to the bathroom to grab a toothbrush with toothpaste.

“Here.”

“What are you doing?”

Choi Sungbin stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Go brush your teeth. It’s dirty.”

“…”

This guy was something else.

‘Does he think it’s dirty when he sucks me off too?’

Annoyance crept up. He didn’t bother hiding it.

“Did you feel that way when you sucked me off?”

“What?”

“Did you think it was dirty when you sucked me?”

“…It’s not exactly clean. It’s a penis.”

“Wow, damn…”

Glaring as hard as he could, Yang Juwon looked away. Choi Sungbin wasn’t usually quick to get mad, but talking to Yang Juwon for too long always got him riled up.

He clenched his teeth to hold back.

“Put the toothbrush down.”

“Huh?”

“Put it down.”

Stupid idiot, clueless jerk. Who said I wanted to brush my teeth? Oh, he must always want to. Didn’t want to act childish, but childish thoughts kept popping up.

As soon as Yang Juwon put the toothbrush on the nightstand, Choi Sungbin reached out and pulled him in. He climbed onto the awkwardly sitting man.

“We’re about to have sex, so why ruin the mood?”

“No, it’s dir—”

“Stop saying it’s dirty.”

“Okay.”

Sighing, he looked down at the man. That ugly face. That sulky look, like a pouting fish.

Choi Sungbin grabbed his cheeks and planted a firm kiss. A smacking sound followed as Yang Juwon flinched.

He gripped Yang Juwon’s thighs. Yang Juwon, with a dumb look, went, “Huh?” Choi Sungbin settled between his legs. Damn it, dirty or not… It’s just sucking.

He stared at the flaccid penis.

“Get it up.”

“…”

“I’ll suck it, so get it up. I don’t want to suck a limp one.”

“No, you don’t have to.”

Yang Juwon waved his hand. Ugh, of course. Would he ever just go along? Choi Sungbin lowered his head.

“Ah!”

Yang Juwon raised his voice for once. Choi Sungbin shut his eyes tightly and took the penis in his mouth. It’s fishy. Tastes awful. Damn, my jaw hurts.

He sucked it in. It was unnecessarily long and thick. Supporting it with his tongue, his mouth felt full. As he sucked, contracting his cheeks, it grew harder.

“Please, don’t. Stop. It’s dirty.”

All sorts of protests came from above. He didn’t seem to get that it only made Choi Sungbin more determined.

He’d never sucked a guy’s dick but had been sucked plenty. He knew the gist. Opening his throat, he buried his head deeper. It felt like he couldn’t breathe. Tightening his throat, he looked up.

He locked eyes with Yang Juwon, whose face was bright red, overwhelmed by the new sensation.

Choi Sungbin contracted his cheeks, rubbing saliva in. Moving his head back and forth slowly, he tightened his mouth. Honestly, once he started, the aversion faded. The first time was hard, but now it didn’t matter.

He rolled his tongue along the shape. As he traced circles, Yang Juwon, eyes shut tight, panted heavily.

“Ah, hnnngh, please, please…”

Every suck drew a choking sound. Choi Sungbin pressed the twitching thighs down with his elbows. Grabbing the base, he slowly pulled his head back.

Like licking melted ice cream, he swept his lips along the shaft’s side.

Kissing it with smacking sounds, Yang Juwon placed a hand above his head. Want me to move? Looking up, Yang Juwon shook his head.

A little more, and he’d cry.

Not quite crying, but his eyes looked deep today. Sexy.

“Please, stop… It’s embarrassing.”

Yang Juwon didn’t get it. The more he said that, the more Choi Sungbin wanted to keep going.

He lowered his head again. Pressing his lips to the balls, he slid down to the perineum, pulling the flesh apart. He slipped his tongue in, digging deeper. Yang Juwon grabbed his hair, pulling his head up.

“…What are you doing?”

“Stop. Really… It’s too dirty.”

“The more you say that, the more I want to do it. Just tell me to do it.”

“…”

He threw out the bait. All Yang Juwon had to do was bite. Would he?

Yang Juwon forcibly pulled his head up. He bit his lips hard. Finally, he spoke.

“Then do it.”

“Do what?”

“Uh… suck it.”

“Pfft…”

Choi Sungbin burst out laughing. What a dumbass.

Fine, he replied casually, sitting up. Yang Juwon’s tense eyes relaxed with relief. Choi Sungbin grabbed his legs and pulled them up.

“Hold them.”

“…Why?”

“You said to suck it. It’s my first time, so I might not be great, but since you asked, I’ll try hard.”

“No, that’s not it. You said you’d stop if I asked.”

Yang Juwon rambled, flustered. Why doesn’t he talk like that normally?

“I never said I’d stop.”

Choi Sungbin pulled the stoic man’s arms, making him hold his own legs apart.

“Don’t let go.”

“…”

“If you let go…”

He trailed off. What if he lets go? Say we’ll break up?

No. No need for that.

“I won’t let you go to school tomorrow.”

He meant it. It’s not like he was going anyway—it was Yang Juwon. No need to hold back.

This was his house. Whether he teased, sucked, or pounded Yang Juwon until he passed out, no one would interfere.

Unlike that cramped house, he didn’t need to worry about noise from downstairs or next door.

Yang Juwon seemed to read his thoughts. He gripped his legs tightly. Choi Sungbin grinned widely.

He buried his head between the man’s legs again.

This time, instead of the penis, he shoved his tongue into the spread cheeks. Out of spite, he ended up sucking the hole. What am I even doing?

Sucking a dick was one thing, but this? Yet Choi Sungbin was already licking the hole frantically.

He slipped his tongue into the tightly wrinkled gap. Yang Juwon squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation. Choi Sungbin slid his hand under his waist, lifting his lower body higher.

Burying his face between the legs, he rubbed his tongue wetly. Spreading the flesh wider, he pushed saliva into the hole.

Sucking a guy’s ass, of all things. He felt pathetic. But stopping didn’t cross his mind.

“Ah… hnnngh, ngh… ah.”

Yang Juwon’s pained moans poured over his head.

His own groin felt heavy, ready to burst. Choi Sungbin touched his penis, wiping off dripping semen and moving his hand. Why jerk off while sucking his ass instead of just thrusting?

He couldn’t think straight, heat rushing to his face. Damn, his hand moved faster, using precum as lube. The hand shaking up and down soon gripped the tip tightly.

“Hnngh.”

With his lips buried in Yang Juwon’s lower body, he let out a heavy breath. Pushing his tongue into the gap, he moved his semen-soaked hand.

Fumbling up Yang Juwon’s body, he grabbed the balls and penis at once. Wiping the messy shaft, no different from his own, he blocked the urethra with his thumb, then flicked it lightly with his nail.

He enveloped the hole with his lips, sucking tightly to keep air out. Shaking the penis quickly, Yang Juwon whimpered.

“Haa, ugh, hnngh, please, please…”

Choi Sungbin looked up. Yang Juwon’s face and neck were bright red from exertion. His hands gripping his thighs were white.

He pulled his tongue out once more. He quickly licked the soaked hole up and down. Slurp, slurp, slurp… the wet sounds echoed with each movement.

Am I doing this right? He wasn’t sure.

Or maybe he is. Maybe he likes it.

He might like it. Judging by the semen dripping and messing up his hand.

Choi Sungbin sat up. Yang Juwon, finally relaxing, collapsed onto the bed. His thighs, marked red from being gripped, spread wide.

Choi Sungbin climbed onto his torso. He brought the semen-covered penis to Yang Juwon’s mouth.

“Suck it.”

He gripped Yang Juwon’s semen along with it. The penis, smeared with indistinguishable fluids, looked dirty even to him. Asking a guy to suck this? He should’ve wiped it with a tissue. He never knew he had such a messed-up taste.

Grabbing Yang Juwon’s jaw, he spread his cheek with his thumb.

Will he suck it? It’s got his own semen on it.

Choi Sungbin swallowed hard. Like a virgin before his first time, he felt a strange anticipation.

Yang Juwon slowly opened his mouth. His tongue came out first, licking the semen off the penis. Choi Sungbin shut his eyes tightly, then opened them.

The lips, only moaning before, slowly parted, taking in the penis.

“Sunbae.”

Yang Juwon, nibbling the tip, looked up. Choi Sungbin stroked his sharp eye corners and the cheek gripping the tip several times. He kept leaking laughter.

“What’re you gonna do, learning it like this?”

“…”

“You won’t be able to date anyone else now. Only I’d put up with a pervert like you.”

Choi Sungbin grabbed the bedpost, pushing his penis deeper into Yang Juwon’s mouth. Ah, so good… Shoving it into the hot, wet mouth, he tilted his head back.

He slowly dug into Yang Juwon’s throat. The man suppressed gagging sounds, sucking deeper. His tongue swept the shaft, and he opened his mouth wider, frowning to avoid his teeth.

“Haa, ah, ha.”

Choi Sungbin moved his hips forward and back, like thrusting.

I want to cum on his face.

The stoic man’s pained expression as he worked his tongue to take it in wasn’t bad.

He persistently thrust into his lips. Yang Juwon’s eyes were so red, tears welled up, probably from struggling to breathe.

Though his skills weren’t exactly praiseworthy, it didn’t matter. Choi Sungbin couldn’t take his eyes off the man’s face. He knew how overwhelming it could be for the receiving side when the giving side moved their hips quickly, but it wasn’t easy.

“Ugh, ugh.”

He slid his hand behind the man’s head, pulling him as close as possible. The man raised his hands, pushing against Choi Sungbin’s thighs and stomach. Unable to close his eyes, he opened them as wide as he could. He felt his body twisting.

“Just a little, just a little more.”

Choi Sungbin whispered to the man as if pleading. Then, with a long exhale, he released his semen into the man’s mouth. As he poured it out, the man had to swallow every bit each time his throat twitched.

Haa, catching his breath, he sat beside him. Yang Juwon coughed repeatedly. Choi Sungbin lifted his chin, catching the tears that streaked down his cheeks. He kissed the lips that smelled faintly of musk.

It didn’t feel dirty.

“Sunbae, is it tough?”

“No. It’s fine.”

It was tough, though. Choi Sungbin lowered his head. He buried his face in the man’s neck, sucking on his skin. He left a mark in a blatantly visible spot.

Not that anyone would care about someone like Yang Juwon. Still. Just in case. He prepared for any unlikely situation.

Yang Juwon tilted his head back. Letting out a long breath, he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Choi Sungbin wrapped the man’s hands around his own neck. Let’s do it like this from now on, though he wasn’t sure if Yang Juwon responded.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh…”

Each time Choi Sungbin thrust his penis forward, Yang Juwon shook weakly. Sprawled out, he clutched the edge of the pillow, then scratched at the sheets. He barely held onto the headboard before letting go again.

Choi Sungbin grabbed his hips. He looked down at the hollow center of his back. His body was flushed red in places.

He touched various parts of the man’s firm body. The unimpressive, flat buttocks, the arms with slight muscles but not enough to suggest serious exercise, and when he lightly tickled along the lines of his torso, Yang Juwon shrank back, letting out a breath.

Choi Sungbin thrust in hard once more. Thud. Yang Juwon tilted his head back. Grabbing his hair, Choi Sungbin pulled his head back further.

“Sunbae, this feels good.”

“Ugh, ha, haa…”

He watched the man breathe strangely. Leaning down, he pressed closer to him. The hand that had gripped his hair now held his chin, turning it toward himself. His lips parted naturally.

He slipped his tongue into the gap where saliva was dripping. Feeding on the saliva, he pushed his tongue deeper. Whimpering sounds came intermittently, as if the twisted neck hurt. Yang Juwon, who had been bending his knees, soon pressed his body against the bed and lay down.

Choi Sungbin entwined their ankles, rubbing their feet together. Fixing the man’s lower body in place, he thrust quickly. Thud, thud, thud! He moved recklessly, thrusting hard. Yang Juwon, struggling with the kiss, twisted his body, coughed, and pressed his forehead into the bed. Choi Sungbin slid his hand under the man’s torso.

Pinching his nipple, he rubbed the man’s penis with his other hand. It was soaked and messy. Spreading the hot inner walls, his shaft swiftly swept through. When he gripped the tip to prevent ejaculation, Yang Juwon let out a labored breath.

“Hnngh…”

Choi Sungbin had never thought a man’s breathing could sound so provocative. He gripped the man’s penis as hard as he could. The body beneath him trembled violently. It was wet again. He kissed Yang Juwon’s earlobe.

“Sunbae, look at me. Hurry.”

Even while shaking his hips, he called out to the man. The eyes, which had been darting as if about to flip, finally turned toward him.

“Kiss me.”

He pleaded with him. He knew he was being annoying, but he couldn’t stop begging.

Yang Juwon bit his lips hard, and Choi Sungbin thrust deeply again, pressing into the tight space. He targeted the swollen inner spot with the tip, pressing into the particularly narrow area.

“Hah, hnnngh…”

Yang Juwon’s breathing was off. His thighs trembled, so Choi Sungbin pressed them down with his own.

“If I kiss you, will you, will you pull out?”

His body convulsed, and his voice sounded strange. Choi Sungbin curved his hips inward, digging deeper.

“Please, please, please, please, please.”

Yang Juwon begged.

“Sure, but make it sexy.”

He was curious what a sexy kiss from Yang Juwon would be like. Yang Juwon pushed against Choi Sungbin’s chest, slipping out of his embrace.

“My neck hurts…”

He muttered softly. Why was he adjusting his position like this? He didn’t pull out.

Yang Juwon, wincing intermittently, lay facing him. Unable to hold back, Choi Sungbin pressed his lips against Yang Juwon’s. Their lips, which had touched softly, parted, and Yang Juwon grabbed his cheeks, shoving his tongue in recklessly.

…Huh?

The tongue, forcing its way in so aggressively it hurt his jaw, tangled as if pulling at the root of his own. Without even closing his eyes, Choi Sungbin stared at Yang Juwon, who was tightly shutting his eyes while giving a ‘sexy’ kiss. His lower lip was pulled so hard it hurt.

Tch, his jaw hurt, his lips hurt. It wasn’t sexy—it just hurt.

Choi Sungbin finally twisted his head away. Frowning, he looked at Yang Juwon, who only then opened his half-lidded eyes, dripping with excitement.

He’s enjoying this alone… Ugh, damn it, annoying.

Choi Sungbin leaned his head close again. Was he caught up in the mood? Yang Juwon, who usually acted stiff and awkward, carefully pulled him into an embrace. That alone was enough.

They rolled around naked on the bed. Lying on Yang Juwon’s stomach as a pillow, exhausted, he smelled the shower gel Yang Juwon used at home.

Yang Juwon had used bar soap until he moved into this cramped house. Not wanting to deal with stiff hair, Choi Sungbin bought all the shower products, and only then did Yang Juwon start using shampoo.

It was a pity to mask his natural scent, but it hit home that Yang Juwon was someone who belonged in this house.

Exhausted after sex, Yang Juwon lay there dazed. Choi Sungbin leaned against him, fiddling with his phone. With nothing else to do, he scrolled through SNS before setting it down. Adjusting his position, he wrapped his arms around Yang Juwon, his arms around his waist, one leg entwined with his.

It was strange. Why did he keep wanting to cling to him? It was obvious the man was tired, yet he couldn’t stop wanting to touch him.

“Sunbae.”

“Yeah.”

“I want ice cream.”

“Ice cream?”

“Yeah. Buy some.”

The man’s expression turned reluctant. There was a convenience store right at the complex’s shopping area. Was it that much of a hassle?

Choi Sungbin burst out laughing. He didn’t know why it was funny, but it just was. Whenever the usually stoic man showed emotion, it made him laugh.

“Just kidding. Let’s order bingsu.”

“I’ll order it.”

“No need. You don’t even know the address. I’ll do it.”

It was past 2 a.m., but with extra delivery fees, they could get it from anywhere. Humming, Choi Sungbin browsed the delivery app.

“I want strawberry bingsu.”

“Okay. Want me to pay?”

“No need. …Should we get melon too?”

“Melon bingsu?”

“No, just the fruit.”

“Oh, sure. If you want.”

They chatted casually, picking the menu. It felt oddly comforting. It seemed like they could live here together.

Should he tell Yang Juwon to clean out that cramped house and move in? Even if it was far from school, Choi Sungbin could drive, so it wouldn’t be an issue.

He usually couldn’t sleep well here… but with Yang Juwon, it might be okay. No, it would be okay.

The man’s warmth and breathing didn’t bother him. So this is what love feels like, he realized anew.

It wasn’t just post-sex affection or skinship for show—he just wanted to be close. And it wasn’t just him; Yang Juwon probably felt the same.

After placing the order, Choi Sungbin picked a fight for no reason.

“Sunbae.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you happy dating me?”

“Hmm…”

Hmm?

“Sometimes.”

“What kind of answer is that?”

His face stiffened, and Yang Juwon closed his eyes, giving a weak smile.

“Sometimes it’s tough.”

“Tough? That’s ridiculous.”

He sat up. Tough? He stared at the man, unable to control his expression. Shouldn’t he be head over heels?

He begged and cried for them to date, and now he says it’s tough?

I’m happy… Sure, it’s annoying sometimes, but I’m happy. Come to think of it, Yang Juwon never clung to him or pestered him to do this or that.

Anxiety crept in. He tried to hide it.

“Maybe it’s because it’s your first time, so you don’t know. That’s not tough. If this is tough, how would you date anyone else? Not that anyone would date you. I mean, who would? You’re so stiff.”

The man just watched silently. Why’s he staring like that? Choi Sungbin clenched and unclenched his fists.

“Can I ask something too?”

“Go ahead.”

Yang Juwon hummed, sitting up. Leaning against the headboard, he tilted his head slightly.

“Why do you think this is my first relationship?”

“…What?”

“I’m just curious. You’ve been saying that for a while. I’m not that young.”

Choi Sungbin stared blankly. Beyond controlling his expression, he couldn’t comprehend the words. What the hell is he talking about?

Choi Sungbin sat there, stunned, replaying the words.

‘Why do you think this is my first relationship?’

So, now… So, uh. So. Huh?

Did he hear that wrong?

“What?”

He ended up asking again. The words didn’t make sense.

Yang Juwon didn’t respond. Instead, he got up and changed into the clothes handed to him. His slow reaction today was frustrating. Spouting nonsense like that.

He handed Choi Sungbin his underwear. Rolling around naked, and now…

“What are you talking about?”

Not wanting to pester him naked, Choi Sungbin reluctantly put on his clothes. Sitting against the headboard like before, Yang Juwon continued calmly.

“Just what I said. You’ve mentioned it a few times. That I’m inexperienced, so I’m awkward. With dating, with intimacy. I’m just curious why you think that. I never said it was my first.”

Choi Sungbin licked his lips. He pressed his tongue against his cheek, like sucking on a lollipop. He nodded slowly.

“So, what you’re saying is…”

Yang Juwon tilted his head slightly, waiting for him to continue.

“You’re saying you have experience?”

“…”

“What kind of experience? Dating? Like, a childhood crush? Or what, just kissing? Is that what you mean?”

“…”

“Why are you lying?”

Yang Juwon frowned lightly.

“How am I supposed to believe that? Stop lying.”

“…”

“Who would date you? Why? Did you lend them money?”

He tried to argue point by point, but his voice was pathetically shaky. This was the worst. Clearing his throat, he steadied his voice.

What’s dating? Who did Yang Juwon date? His eyes kept darting, so he shut them tightly, then opened them.

His breathing was erratic, so he puffed out his chest, trying to calm it. Why isn’t he answering? Glaring at Yang Juwon, the man finally lowered his gaze.

“I didn’t lend anyone money. It was after I became an adult. I’m not trying to argue about whether it’s my first or not—I’m just asking why you think that.”

“…”

“And if we’re getting specific, it’s not about intimacy, but dating…”

“You’ve dated? Someone other than me?”

Sure, he could’ve dated. A young guy in his twenties could date, right? And while Yang Juwon didn’t dress up, he wasn’t bad-looking. Plenty of worse guys dated all the time.

He could’ve dated. He could’ve, and he knew that.

“Is that something you say to the guy who just sucked you off?”

“…”

So, Yang Juwon dated? Did he act the same way with them? Begging to date, acting like he’d give everything?

Instead of staying calm, he snapped. He was pissed, but his body felt oddly cold. What was the AC set to? He was shivering.

He clenched and unclenched his fists. His hands were so cold it startled him. He gripped them tightly. The skin around his nails was irritating.

“I put up with the grossness to suck you off, and you’re saying you’ve already done that with someone else?”

“…I didn’t say it was a guy.”

“…A girl?”

“Yeah…”

“Ha.”

Choi Sungbin let out a stunned breath. A girl, huh. He nodded, then looked up at the man.

What crazy girl dated him? Why? What did she see in Yang Juwon? He’s not charming.

He’s so dull it’s boring, so why?

His head was full of question marks.

“No, just… pretend you didn’t hear that. I shouldn’t have said—”

“You already said it, so how do I pretend I didn’t?”

I really want to hit him. Just once. They’re about the same size; one hit wouldn’t do much.

Honestly, he’d never wanted to overpower Yang Juwon before. Though he was taller and bigger, he instinctively knew Yang Juwon was stronger. If he tried, Yang Juwon could pin him down easily.

So just take one hit. Just let me hit you.

Choi Sungbin scratched at the hangnail by his thumbnail. He didn’t realize how much it would bother him. He scratched harder, then tore it off.

There was a slight pain, but it wasn’t a big deal. Yang Juwon, watching him, got up from the bed, grabbed a tissue, and wrapped it around his finger.

“It’s bleeding.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s bleeding a lot.”

“Did you do this for her too?”

The tissue around his finger was the last straw. Choi Sungbin felt like he was losing it. He tried to hold back, but he couldn’t.

“Did you sleep with her?”

“Just pretend you didn’t hear it.”

“How do I do that? You said it. How many times? Once, twice? How long did you date? Longer than with me?”

The man’s brow furrowed. Answer, you bastard. He was ready to curse out loud.

“…We were dating, so.”

Yang Juwon finally answered. Choi Sungbin’s face twitched, and he covered his cheeks with his hands. He couldn’t tell what expression he was making. He fumbled over his face, then slowly lowered his hands.

“You must’ve been all over each other all day, huh?”

“Why are you talking like that? I didn’t say it to fight.”

“If you didn’t want to fight, you should’ve kept your mouth shut. Was it great dating her? Must’ve been amazing. Did you live in that tiny studio back then? It was so small, you’d brush against each other with every move.”

“It wasn’t like that. We weren’t together all day. She had her own place…”

“Hahaha.”

Choi Sungbin laughed loudly. If he’d just shut up, things would’ve been fine, but he kept digging his own grave.

Her own place? He gritted his teeth.

He pictured a sweet couple going back and forth between their places. Laughing, talking, sometimes kissing with excited faces, in a dark room…

Ugh, he felt like vomiting. His breathing hitched. Pressing his chest to calm it, Yang Juwon, startled, rubbed his back.

“You okay?”

Choi Sungbin realized he was screwed. No matter what he did now, he’d think of Yang Juwon’s faceless ex-girlfriend. Every action, every word.

Did he rub her back and ask, ‘You okay?’ when she acted differently, like now?

“Get your hands off me.”

Choi Sungbin curled up on the bed. He covered his eyes with both hands. Was he overreacting? He didn’t even know why he was mad. Look at Yang Juwon. There are worse guys out there strutting around confidently.

Not dressing up isn’t a crime, and Yang Juwon was actually pretty decent-looking. No reason to be mad. Everyone dates—cats, dogs, anyone.

Just like he thought Yang Juwon was a decent guy, someone with good taste could’ve seen his true worth.