UPLB Ch 38

What is a life of “just going with the flow”? Looking at Yang Juwon would make me genuinely curious. Even if he was just a naturally easygoing and stoic person, he was different from me, so I was curious even though I saw him every day.

When the wrong food came out at a restaurant, he said it was okay and ate it. Even in the middle of summer, if he got a hot americano, he said he could just cool it down, so he would just add a few ice cubes and take it. Even when he was with me, if I grumbled or nagged, he would just say, “Okay, okay,” and let the situation pass.

It seemed less like he was avoiding things and more like he was just accepting them as they were. He was not one to get angry easily, and naturally, he did not act sensitive or picky.

The way he acknowledged differences was mature. Still, I did not envy it.

Before I knew it, the hands of the clock were pointing towards winter. Time was passing quickly, but nothing was different from usual. During the week, I went to school, and on weekends, I waited in my studio apartment for Yang Juwon to finish his part-time job.

Working a night shift part-time job should have disrupted his biological rhythm, but Yang Juwon showed no signs of being tired. He was simply adapting to his current life and living it.

‘Just how long is he planning on doing that damned part-time job.’

Choi Sungbin made a sullen face at the man sitting across from him. The man, who was literally concentrating on his meal, seemed to have no time to notice my gaze.

We had to have dinner at the Korean set-menu restaurant near his studio apartment and then part ways. Yang Juwon to the convenience store, and I to his studio apartment. Then, around dawn, I would get bored and probably mosey on over to the convenience store.

His work start time was earlier than usual. The weekday part-timer had a situation, so Yang Juwon had agreed to go in early. I do not know why he does it with such a sense of duty when it is just a part-time job.

“Is the food good?”

Choi Sungbin finally caught the man’s attention. He, who had been scooping up the freshly served stew with his spoon, raised his gaze.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“I am eating.”

To be honest, I was not a good match for an imperturbable person. They had a kind of thoughtlessness where they assumed that just because they were fine with everything, others would be too. I wonder where the sense to bring me to a Korean set-menu restaurant came from when I said I wanted to eat pork cutlet.

Yang Juwon, who had left me standing stubbornly at the entrance and gone into the restaurant by himself, ordered a king-sized pork cutlet and a soft tofu stew before I had even sat down.

The problem also lay with me. While saying, “I don’t want to eat it,” I was still scraping my rice bowl clean.

Choi Sungbin looked around the restaurant. It was full of dreary-looking men. He picked up his knife and fork. In the large bowl, a needlessly wide and thin pork cutlet was getting soggy, drenched in sauce.

I clearly wanted to eat a pork cutlet with thick meat, so I do not know why I have to eat a pork cutlet that is all about the taste of the sauce. It would be a different story if the breading was so crispy it scraped the roof of my mouth. This one was all thick breading.

I lifted some sauce with the tip of the knife and then set it down. I do not want to whine, I should have just said something at the entrance.

“Ah.”

Yang Juwon, who had been quietly watching what I was doing, reacted briefly. He pulled the plate that was in front of him to his side and held out both his hands. Choi Sungbin, having had his pork cutlet taken away, just watched, wondering what he was doing now.

Are you telling me not to eat it if I am going to complain? Even though I knew Yang Juwon was not the type of person to do that, I got grumpy for no reason.

“Give me the fork and knife.”

Yang Juwon gestured for them with his hand. Choi Sungbin, unable to hide his reluctant feelings, handed him what he was holding.

Yang Juwon cut the pork cutlet. Choi Sungbin was at a loss for words.

What is he doing right now?

After cutting the pork cutlet into bite-sized pieces, he placed the plate back in front of me. Then, he even placed the fork and knife neatly on top of the plate.

“Eat.”

“…Do you think I wasn’t eating because I can’t cut a pork cutlet?”

Is he looking down on me as a fool? Or as some incompetent who cannot do anything without Yang Juwon? I was so dumbfounded I was speechless. My lips just moved without a sound.

“It’s not that, but.”

“….”

“You like this kind of thing.”

Choi Sungbin trembled with anger. Do not say it like it is so obvious.

I tried hard to hold back my words. These days, I was trying to be more patient. I had learned from countless past experiences that you should not just spit out everything that comes to mind just because you have a mouth that can speak.

“Ha….”

Finally letting out a sigh, he shoveled the shredded cabbage mixed with mayonnaise and ketchup into his mouth. It was just an ordinary taste. The pork cutlet, the couple of tomatoes placed next to it, the rice smaller than a fist, and the macaroni salad all had a very common taste that you could find anywhere near the school.

Choi Sungbin jabbed a piece of pork cutlet with his fork and put it in his mouth. As expected, it tasted just as I had anticipated.

“Sunbae, are you going straight to the convenience store?”

“Yeah. You’re coming today, right?”

“I’ll see later. If I can’t sleep.”

Even though I say that, I will definitely go to Yang Juwon. Sleep had also become a habit, and I could not sleep without Yang Juwon. We would chat intimately, and then I would tease him a little as he started to doze off first, and then he would have to pull my head into his arms and say, “Let’s sleep now, Sungbin-ah,” for me to finally start getting sleepy.

I was sleeping incomparably better than before. I was only now starting to realize that there was no longer someone rattling the doorknob every night.

There was no one shaking the door to open it. Instead, there was someone beside me, patting my shoulder and chest, wishing for me to sleep well.

“If it’s a bother to come, just call. I’ll pick up.”

Although Yang Juwon could be blunt, he definitely had a gentle side too. He was not bothered by my frequent calls, and he welcomed me whenever I showed up at the convenience store. He would stand himself, but he would readily give me the chair by the counter. Even when I could not hold back my hurt feelings and went on a nagging spree, I liked that he would just accept it with an attitude of “it is what it is.”

Yang Juwon is a good boyfriend. That is why I am starting to find stability, too. The number of times I got irritated was cut down from 10 to half, and he did not feel as frustrating as he used to.

Choi Sungbin, who had been quietly watching the man, pushed the pork cutlet that was on his side over to him.

“What’s this?”

“You eat more. I’m done eating.”

“You want me to finish your leftovers?”

“No, what are you… “

I barely ate some salad and one piece of pork cutlet, what do you mean leftovers? Anyone would think I was forcing him to eat something I did not want.

As I just stared at him, dumbfounded, Yang Juwon laughed.

“Why aren’t you eating? We came here because you said you wanted pork cutlet.”

“This wasn’t the kind of pork cutlet I meant.”

“Then what kind of pork cutlet?”

Choi Sungbin glanced towards the kitchen. There were a good number of customers and the television was on, creating a chaotic atmosphere, so my voice would not reach the kitchen anyway.

Yang Juwon was an expert at finding restaurants like this. I did not even know this Korean set-menu place existed near the school until I met Yang Juwon.

“The kind that’s full of meat and has a thin breading. The kind where the breading is so crispy it cuts the inside of your mouth. Not a Korean set-menu place. A place where you dip it in salt would be better.”

“Sorry. I didn’t know.”

What could I say when he said he did not know? Choi Sungbin let out a soft sigh and shook his head.

“Sunbae, you eat a lot. And stop picking at the expired food at the convenience store.”

Yang Juwon’s expression was not good. I meant it as a way of looking out for him, but it must not have sounded good to the person hearing it. Was he offended? Choi Sungbin picked up a piece of pork cutlet with his fork. He brought it to the man’s mouth.

“Say, ‘ah’.”

To the man staring blankly, I spouted what sounded like an excuse.

“No, I mean, it’s not good for you. In the first place, if you eat a proper meal, you don’t have to snack, right? It’s just… just.”

“….”

“I’m worried about you.”

I said it honestly. I could have just said from the start, “I’m worried, so eat proper meals and use the card I gave you instead of eating expired food,” but Yang Juwon was not the type of person to easily swipe a card.

The man, who had been sitting quietly, finally opened his mouth. And then, even with so many people around, he meekly accepted the pork cutlet.

‘Oh… my gosh.’

Of course, I was the one who gave it to him, but it was surprising in its own way to see Yang Juwon eat it so obediently. It was not bad, seeing him open his mouth wide like a baby bird. Could it be that this is also why Yang Juwon feeds me things?

“….”

No, that is not it. He did that to shut my mouth when I nagged.

Choi Sungbin handed the fork to the man. Yang Juwon shook his head, saying he was fine. However, in the end, he manfully ate both the soft tofu stew and the pork cutlet. Seeing him eat so diligently that his cheeks puffed out made me feel full even without eating myself.

For some reason, Choi Sungbin’s mood improved.

“I’ll walk you to the convenience store after we eat.”

“You will?”

Yang Juwon no longer refused while feeling burdened. Choi Sungbin nodded his head readily.

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The convenience store at dawn was quiet. The weather had now become quite chilly, so the footsteps of customers who visited at night had become less frequent than before.

Yang Juwon stretched. To be honest, it was not that he was not tired. There were not many customers either. Since it was a convenience store tucked away in a corner of a neighborhood of studio apartments, only drunk students would occasionally wander in and out.

If it were busy, at least time would pass quickly, but that was not the case either. The nighttime convenience store was a battle against time. He sometimes brought books, saying he would study, but watching videos on his phone usually made time pass faster.

He, who was sitting on a makeshift chair made from a beverage box with a cushion on top, took his phone out of his vest pocket. He leaned his body against the counter as if he were about to collapse on it.

Thinking he should watch some variety show clips, he went into a video platform. He clicked on the video at the very top. He propped his phone up in the cylindrical container where the chopsticks were kept.

The edited clips of the variety show, which had been very popular but was now over, were something he had already seen when he was young, so they were not particularly fun, but they were enough to pass the time.

It automatically went to the next video. He watched about three twenty-minute-long videos. In that time, one customer came and went. Just as he was contemplating whether to watch the next video or not, kkatok, a short notification sound went off and a message appeared at the top of the screen.

What are you doing?

It was Choi Sungbin. Yang Juwon stretched out his index finger and turned off the video. He picked up his phone.

There are no customers.

I was just watching a variety show.

Can’t you sleep?

Nope.

The reply, as expected, came back quickly. He checked the time. It was just past 12 o’clock at night. It was the time when Choi Sungbin would start to get seriously bored.

As soon as he read the message, a call came in. Is he calling today because he is too lazy to come over? Tilting his head, he brought the phone to his ear.

“Hello.”

—I’m coming over.

“I thought you called because you were too lazy.”

Nooo—, the end of his word was drawn out long.

Choi Sungbin knew exactly when it was necessary to be cute and when it was not. He also was not ashamed of being cute. There was an underlying assumption that I would naturally find him cute.

Yang Juwon found that a little fascinating. Of course I found Choi Sungbin cute, but I had never wanted to appear cute to him. I was just an ordinary guy. But Choi Sungbin knew how to use it in the right place at the right time, and he had no hesitation, as well as no aversion to it.

—Should I stay on the phone with you until I get there?

So he is bored on his way over. At the words with such an obvious intention, Yang Juwon let out a weak laugh. He was just adorable.

He was also like a child of about seven. He did not throw tantrums like he did when he was little, but when he needed something, he would twist his body and beat around the bush.

Yang Juwon tucked his chin, even though there was no one to see.

“Yeah, I was bored.”

—Don’t you get bored without me too, sunbae?

“Yeah, I get bored.”

—Time goes by faster when I come over and talk to you and play with you, right?

“I suppose so?”

—Well, yeah.

All I had to do was give him the answer he wanted to the predetermined question.

The sound of a door closing came through the phone. The sounds from outside spread out.

—Ah, it’s cold.

Choi Sungbin whispered in a small voice.

Have I become a little more sensitive too? I normally would not have known.

—I’m hungry because I gave you my pork cutlet.

“I know, right. Why didn’t you eat it?”

—I told you, I gave it to you, sunbae. By the way, is the new ramen product in the store? The name has ‘cream’ or something like that in it.

Yang Juwon wracked his memory. Come to think of it, the one a customer bought, calling it a new product, had a similar name.

“It’s the X-Ramen Creamy, right?”

—Oh, yes. I’m going to go and eat that. The original ramen is too spicy for me to eat, but since it’s a cream base, I think I’ll be able to eat it.

Choi Sungbin was quite talkative when he was with me. His chattering was not bad.

Yang Juwon went to the display shelf and got the ramen he had mentioned. He also brought the drink he usually had and paid for them in advance.

It would not take long for Choi Sungbin to arrive. It was a good thing it was close to his studio apartment; if it had been far, I would have quit long ago.

There was something I felt sorry to Choi Sungbin about. On weekends, he always had to spend his time in the cramped studio apartment. After I finished my part-time job, came home, washed up, and fell asleep, it would be late afternoon. After getting something to eat and tidying up the place a bit, it would be time to go to my part-time job again.

I felt bad for him. Even if I told him to go out and have fun by himself, he would not go. He just writhed in boredom at home.

—Isn’t it a bit cold today?

“Did you come out in a short-sleeved shirt?”

—Yeah, my clothes are at home.

“You should have at least worn my clothes.”

—Your clothes, sunbae? No way.

This time, it seemed like he was being sincere, so I was at a loss for words. I wondered if there was any reason to say no so curtly… but if you knew how much he usually disliked my clothes, it made sense.

Choi Sungbin preferred a clean style with bright colors, though not exceptionally flashy clothes. In contrast, I was still casually wearing a faded t-shirt sold at the school’s souvenir shop and clothes my mom had bought for me when I was a student.

Had he not pestered me to go shopping whenever he had the chance, and forced all sorts of clothes on me? Was it that being cold was better than wearing ugly clothes? It was very much like Choi Sungbin.

After chattering excitedly for a good while, he said he would be there soon and hung up the phone. Then, not long after, knock knock, the sound of knocking on the door was heard. Yang Juwon stretched his head out over the counter. Choi Sungbin was standing outside the door.

He did not come inside but caught my attention from beyond the glass door. He looked to be in a good mood.

Yang Juwon went out from behind the counter and stood facing the door. Choi Sungbin grinned widely, then closed his eyes deeply and opened them. His good mood was contagious, making me feel good as well.

I pulled the door inward to open it for him. Only then did Choi Sungbin hunch his shoulders and come inside.

“It’s cold.”

He hugged himself, crossing his arms. I touched his back. It was a little cool, but not to the point where he should be shivering and saying it was cold. But if I said this, his reaction would be obvious—”How would you know that I’m cold, sunbae?” “You’re giving me the cold shoulder after I went to all the trouble of coming here,” and so on—so I held my tongue.

Why bother saying it? I had at least that much sense now.

“I bought the ramen for you in advance. Go eat.”

“Ah, it’s cold.”

“….”

“I’m cold.”

Is it that bad? Yang Juwon eventually went outside to check. The dawn air was indeed chilly, but honestly, it was not cold enough to shiver like that and hint at it.

I opened the door and felt the outside air. I closed the door again and stood face to face with him. Choi Sungbin frowned.

“Hug me. I’m cold.”

Ah. Yang Juwon nodded his head. Choi Sungbin opened his arms wide. As I stepped into them and hugged him, I could feel the coldness. It seemed his words about being cold were not a lie after all.

He rested his cheek on my shoulder. Is it okay to be like this? The owner did not check the CCTV, but hugging in the middle of a convenience store is a bit…

I gently patted the back of the man who was nestled securely in my arms. He pulled away from the embrace, clutching his stomach and saying he was hungry.

Yang Juwon did not go straight back to the counter. He handed him the ramen and drink he had prepared, along with a pair of wooden chopsticks.

“Eat up.”

“It’s not very good.”

Choi Sungbin, who was eating the ramen at a corner table, gave a brief review after just one bite. Yang Juwon now knew whose share that ramen was. I was not a big fan of creamy things either, but it was better than throwing it away.

“Should I bring it over?”

“It’s not good.”

Choi Sungbin brought the ramen over to the counter with the wooden chopsticks stuck in it. He had eaten a mouthful at most, so it was almost like new. He was a picky eater, way too picky. Yang Juwon lifted the noodles in a circular motion.

“Just throw it away, why are you eating it.”

“It’s a waste.”

It was creamy, but the unique spiciness was still there, so it was not to the point of being unpleasant. It was more delicious than just edible. Though I probably would not buy it with my own money.

“It’s good to me.”

“I’m done eating.”

“Why don’t you eat more.”

“It’s not good.”

Choi Sungbin was a picky eater. He did not eat properly when he was alone, and if something did not suit his palate, he would not eat it. Korean food was what he ate best. He would grumble about being like an old man, but he could easily finish one or two bowls of rice.

He wandered around the convenience store, looking for snacks. He told me not to eat expired food, but he himself took out a few bags of gummies and placed them on the counter.

“Check me out, please.”

They did not even cost that much, I could have bought them for him, but Choi Sungbin held his card up to the card reader. In the end, he was the one who paid.

Choi Sungbin squeezed into the space by the counter. Yang Juwon gave up the seat he was sitting on and pulled out a makeshift chair from under the counter to sit on. Neither chair was comfortable, but his was more comfortable than the box made with a cushion. At least it had a backrest.

Choi Sungbin familiarly spread the gummies out on the counter.

“You have some too, sunbae.”

Then he offered some to me, who was already busy eating ramen.

When I came back after cleaning up the ramen I had eaten, Choi Sungbin took out his phone. He leaned his shoulder against me, who had squeezed into the counter. Since he was taller and had a better build, it was a position that was purely difficult only for Choi Sungbin.

After roughly getting into position, he propped up his phone just as I had done. He familiarly put on a movie.

I also watched the movie with Choi Sungbin, attending to customers in between. Choi Sungbin ate the gummies and occasionally put one in my mouth too. Whether I ate a lot of rice or a little, I just snacked a lot.

A customer came in for a moment, so we paused the movie. Yang Juwon got up from his seat to greet the customer. Choi Sungbin played with his hands. He hooked my finger with his own. Then, when a customer seemed to be coming, he would spread his palm wide and pretend not to know. He repeated this behavior several times.

After the customer left, Yang Juwon sat down. The person who I thought would immediately resume the movie just stared at my face.

“Sunbae, how long are you going to do this part-time job?”

“Well. It’s just, there are no customers, and it’s not bad.”

“I see.”

“Why do you ask?”

Choi Sungbin ate a gummy. Every time he chewed the gummy, which was the size of his thumbnail, his lips gathered into a round shape.

“Just because.”

He replied rather coyly and continued chewing the gummy. I usually do not notice it, but when he ate gummies, his upper lip protruded noticeably.

Yang Juwon shook his shoulders and laughed.

“You’re cute when you chew gummies.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your lips pucker.”

“…Aren’t you saying I’m ugly?”

“No. You’re cute.”

Am I seeing him through rose-colored glasses? That is probably not it.

Choi Sungbin took out his phone and observed his own lips as he ate a gummy. Yang Juwon watched him from the side.

“You’ve never been told you’re ugly, have you?”

“No.”

I was at a loss for words at his confident reply.

“But unless they’re crazy, who would say you’re ugly to your face?”

“….”

“…Huh?”

Choi Sungbin did that. Even if he says he does not do it these days, before, he would say it to people’s faces that they were ugly whenever he had the chance. If he said they were ugly, he should not even look at them, but if I avoided his gaze or turned my head, he would make a fuss.

Truly, a fuss. To use Choi Sungbin’s expression, ‘threw a fit’.

“You called me ugly.”

The man’s expression slowly started to turn sullen.

Why is he making that face? I, who have lived my life hearing that I am ugly day in and day out, am just sitting here quietly.

“Am I ugly now too?”

“….”

“….”

The man’s eyes wavered. But no answer came back.

He soon bit his lower lip gently and shook his leg. The space was so narrow that I could feel the vibration.

Choi Sungbin pressed his lips together, rolled them in, and then raised his hand. He grabbed my cheeks with both hands. Startled, Yang Juwon’s eyes widened.

A sweet gummy scent emanated from the hands that touched my cheeks. The man’s returning voice trembled slightly.

“Sunbae, you’re not ugly.”

“Uh…”

Strength was put into the palms that held my cheeks. My cheeks were gradually pressed, causing my lips to protrude.

“You’re not ugly, really.”

“Yeah.”

“The times I said you were ugly were just.”

“Just?”

“Your reaction… was fun.”

“Ah.”

“It was because it was cute when you frowned every time I said you were ugly.”

“Uh, I get it.”

“You’re not ugly. Got it? You must know when you walk down the street. You know it all when you look in the mirror. That you’re not ugly.”

“Ah…”

“You look in the mirror.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then why…, why are you like that.”

It was a mood where he was scolding me instead. I was rather flustered by his serious chattering in response to a remark I had made playfully.

First of all, I understood everything, so could he please take his hands off my cheeks? Because my cheeks were pressed, my lips were sticking out a mile. I would look really ugly like this.

While making a crying face, Choi Sungbin kneaded my cheeks like bread dough. He pressed down firmly from the lower jaw with his thumbs and observed my face. To be honest, I did not have much fat on my cheeks. Choi Sungbin was practically squeezing it out.

“What are you doing?”

I finally asked him. Only then did Choi Sungbin let go of his hands. I have no idea why he is making a displeased face again, or why he is smacking his lips as if he is disappointed.

Yang Juwon touched his own tingling cheeks, just as he had done. They were just ordinary cheeks.

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Yang Juwon, whose class had ended, came down to the first-floor lobby. He had arranged to meet Choi Sungbin there.

Since it was late afternoon, there were not many students. Yang Juwon could easily find Choi Sungbin in the area where the tables were arranged. Choi Sungbin, whose class had finished earlier, was gathered with his classmates.

Seeing him towering among three female classmates gave me a strange feeling. No matter how good his physique was, when he was with me, there was not that much of a difference. At a glance, we looked about the same.

He definitely looked more comfortable than when he was with guys. Since there was no one who acted rudely, he smiled well and fit in with the atmosphere well. But something was strange today. He was twitching the corners of his mouth as if he were forcing a smile. Did he hear something bad?

For some reason, it was difficult to approach.

I went to an all-boys high school, and even in college, I did not have many opportunities to hang out with female classmates. Unlike Choi Sungbin, I was definitely more comfortable with male students of my age who had returned to school after their military service.

Even if a junior came up to greet me, it was true that I was a bit more comfortable with a male than a female. It was not that I showed my discomfort, though. I was not the type to be friendly and hang out with the opposite sex from the beginning.

In the first place, regardless of who was more comfortable or not, I just did not have anyone I particularly hung out with in the department.

“Sunbae.”

While I was hesitating, I heard a voice calling me from not too far away. Only then did Yang Juwon turn his gaze in that direction. Choi Sungbin had noticed me first.

“I’m leaving now. See you next time.”

Choi Sungbin somehow seemed to be in a hurry, hastily saying goodbye to his classmates and running towards me.

“What are you doing over there, not coming over?”

“Just. You were with your friends.”

“I was waiting for you, sunbae.”

“….”

“First, first, come this way.”

Choi Sungbin glanced back, checking his classmates’ reactions. He grabbed my wrist. Suddenly caught by him, Yang Juwon, who had been dragged to a corner of the building, leaned against the wall and stood face to face with Choi Sungbin. Our eye levels were roughly the same.

“…Why?”

Choi Sungbin suddenly pushed me against the wall and lifted my chin with his fingers. It was an incomprehensible action. It did not seem like it was to hurt my pride. It was just that the face in front of me had an unhappy expression.

He observed my face intently and carefully. Then he soon shook his head and took his hand away.

“Sunbae, have you thought about growing out your bangs?”

“…Why?”

“No, I mean, like before, hmm, I think it wouldn’t be bad to grow your hair out.”

“Don’t you dislike it?”

“…I don’t mind. Are you going to grow it?”

“No, I’m comfortable with it short now, too.”

For a moment, a reluctant look flashed across his face.

“Is something wrong?”

When I asked, he smiled. His voice trembled like a goat’s.

“No, I don’t. Nothing’s wrong.”

Then why is he acting like that.

“Sunbae.”

“Yeah.”

Instead of getting straight to the point, Choi Sungbin would call me first, wait for my answer, and then say what he had to say. A few seconds of brief silence would flow in between, and during that time, he looked strangely at ease.

“Let me touch your cheek.”

“…Again?”

He had developed a strange habit recently. Ever since that time at the convenience store, he would keep kneading my cheek whenever he had the chance. It was not like my cheeks were chubby and had something to touch; the baby fat had long since disappeared in my early twenties.

Still, if he wanted to do it, well. Yang Juwon closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His hand did not touch my cheek. What is it now, Yang Juwon slowly opened his closed eyes. Choi Sungbin’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Let’s go to the bathroom.”

“Huh?”

“The bathroom.”

Choi Sungbin looked around and found a bathroom in the corner. It was a passageway directly connected to the parking lot, so it was a place where students’ footsteps were infrequent.

For Yang Juwon, the bathroom was not a place with good memories. It was not this place, but he had been in and out of the other bathroom with him several times. He had to suck his penis until his neck and jaw ached.

It was not forced, but there were not many choices either. He could definitely not say that he was treated well. Now, he was desperate to show his affection for me, but… it was like that back then.

He could not readily agree. Choi Sungbin placed his hand over mine, back to back. He intertwined his fingers with mine. As if he had read my anxiety, he pressed his lips against mine silently and then pulled away.

“I won’t make you do that kind of thing, sunbae, ever again.”

“….”

“I want to kiss you. Please.”

Yang Juwon slowly lowered his head.

“Just kissing.”

Choi Sungbin grabbed his wrist. The firm pull of his hand made his steps quicken in tandem. He went into the bathroom and immediately locked the door of the last stall.

As soon as the sound of the lock clicking was heard, their lips met. Yang Juwon leaned his body against the man who was sucking on his lips and caressing his back.

He leaned his body against the bathroom wall. Having nowhere to rest his hands, he grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, and then, led by his hand, wrapped his arms around his neck.

Every time he turned his head, his tongue and lips dug deeper. Yang Juwon, while matching his kiss, could not escape the strange thoughts that kept coming to mind.

At one time, the bathroom was a place to relieve Choi Sungbin’s sexual desire. He would stuff his penis in until the corners of his mouth tore, and he would clumsily suck on it while drooling.

He had to hold the penis of the man who would not even look at his face in his mouth, move his head, and then swallow the semen with difficulty.

But now, it was not like that. Yang Juwon, who had been squeezing his eyes shut, slowly opened them. Choi Sungbin was kissing with his eyes open. The fact that he could feel affection in his eyes, and that I could read it, was still an unfamiliar experience.

The tips of the eyelashes of the man who had belatedly closed his eyes languidly trembled. Finally, their lips parted.

“Why did you suddenly open your eyes?”

“Just. I was curious to see how you were.”

“….”

“Why were you keeping yours open?”

“To look at your face, sunbae.”

He said it nonchalantly and rubbed his lips against mine again.

Was that not a really embarrassing thing to say just now? Yang Juwon was unsure, but after he said it so calmly and then softly sucked on his lower lip again, he decided to put the thought aside for a moment.

It is a bit much to say this, but he really kissed. He would suck on my lips, then bury his face in my neck and caress my skin, then come back up and repeat the same act.

He licked and sucked my tongue incessantly. With his hands, he touched my body frantically. His large hand was on my back, stroking my side almost obsessively.

Then, when his hand fell, he would grab my buttocks and pull me towards him. He acted as if he would press his lower body against mine at any moment, but then he would endure it with a strange patience and stroke my back.

Just kissing, just kissing. He seemed to intend to keep his word, as he did not do anything else. Am I the only one who is aroused? Yang Juwon gently pressed his already fully swollen penis inside his underwear against his thigh. Ha, a breath escaped at the same time.

He put both his legs between his thighs and pulled his waist forward. There was no way Choi Sungbin would not notice.

However, he showed no reaction. Even though I was gently rubbing my penis against his thigh, he just tilted his head and took a large bite of my tongue.

He sucked my tongue as if he were performing fellatio. He moved his head back and forth, holding my tongue in his mouth, and then gently swept the tip of my tongue with the tip of his.

Yang Juwon grabbed his shoulders. He felt like he was going to cum just from kissing.

“Wait, just a moment…”

He barely managed to push him away. Choi Sungbin licked his lips, which were glistening with saliva. Hot breaths escaped from his mouth. He gasped for air and tried to calm himself down. If he had gone on for a little longer, he might have really cum… but.

“Ugh…”

Choi Sungbin grabbed his penis over his pants. At that moment, strength flooded Yang Juwon’s toes. Startled, he looked up to see him rubbing his penis with a blank expression. Short breaths escaped from his open mouth.

“Hheut…”

“Sunbae.”

“Yeah.”

“Kiss me.”

Yang Juwon squeezed his eyes shut. As he pressed his lips forward, their soft lips met. He sucked on the tongue that pushed its way in. His pants buckle came undone. Hah, Yang Juwon, who had taken a sharp breath, pulled his head back. The zipper came down, and Choi Sungbin put his hand inside the waistband of his underwear. Yang Juwon opened his eyes languidly and let out a shallow breath.

“Wait, just a moment…”

Choi Sungbin bent his knees and knelt down. Yang Juwon’s jaw trembled. Along with a sensual anticipation, he was also anxious. He grabbed the doorknob.

“I’ll do it for you.”

He pulled down the waistband of his underwear and pants. Choi Sungbin’s lips twitched at the penis that popped out with a thump.

“Fuck my mouth.”

He tilted his head back. The shaft of his penis rested on his lips and the bridge of his nose. It should have been uncomfortable, but Choi Sungbin surprisingly stuck out his tongue obediently. He traced the prominent vein on the shaft and took the tip into his mouth. He pulled his head forward and took the penis in deeply. Watching his penis push its way between his lips, Yang Juwon swallowed his breath.

“Hahk…”

The more he did, the wider Choi Sungbin opened his mouth. At the penis that dug into his throat, he tightened his mouth. He quickly rubbed the underside of the shaft with his tongue. Yang Juwon squeezed his eyes shut and bent his waist. It was embarrassing, but he felt like he was going to cum at any moment.

Just a few months ago, I was the one clumsily sucking on Choi Sungbin’s penis in my mouth, and now he was sucking me. Yang Juwon panted weakly.

Choi Sungbin pulled his head back and then forward, taking the penis in deeper. He sucked on the shaft, making gagging sounds from the tangled saliva. He grabbed the bottom of the penis, where saliva was dripping, with his hand and kneaded his testicles. Every time, Yang Juwon squeezed his eyes shut.

“Hheut, hheut…, ah, ah, no, I’m going to cum…”

He grabbed his hair with a gentle hand. It was hard to endure the urge to cum that was rushing over him.

Choi Sungbin, whose head was forcibly pushed back, kissed the glans repeatedly, making smacking sounds. The hand that had been continuously kneading his testicles grabbed the base of the shaft to hold it in place.

“Sunbae.”

Yang Juwon answered by meeting his eyes with a crying face. Choi Sungbin’s eyes curved into a smile.

“It’s delicious.”

“Please…, ha-euut…, please, please.”

“Cum in my mouth. I want to eat it.”

He stuck out his tongue and licked the urethral opening. He sharpened his tongue and focused on rolling it around the urethral opening and its surroundings. As he licked up and down quickly, Yang Juwon’s chest swelled greatly. Even if he stood on tiptoe, he followed him persistently. He felt he could not hold it in any longer. He reached out to tear off some toilet paper.

As Choi Sungbin took a big bite of the glans and licked it with his tongue, he finally could not hold it in and came in his mouth. The sensation of cumming made his thighs tremble. From between his legs, the sound of a wook, a retch, echoed, but it was just the impact from the sudden gush of semen; he swallowed the semen gulp by gulp without a word of complaint.

“Haaa…”

Choi Sungbin let out a deep breath and spat out the penis he had been holding in his mouth. The semen and saliva, tangled together, stretched out like a long thread. He stuck out his tongue and meticulously licked the messy penis. Yang Juwon gasped for breath and leaned against the wall.

After cleaning the penis thoroughly, he rolled up some toilet paper, wiped his own mouth, and threw it in the toilet. As the man was preparing to go out, Yang Juwon stopped him.

“Choi Sungbin.”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t you going to do it?”

Choi Sungbin frowned.

“I’m not.”

“Why.”

“I won’t make you do that kind of thing, sunbae.”

“…It’s okay if you do.”