WYK 21

However, the power of alcohol was indeed tremendous. Thanks to his drunkenness, Jeong-yoon was able to make Chae-heon a phone shuttle instead of a bread shuttle.

Chae-heon chuckled, seemingly amused. Then, he immediately started searching for Jeong-yoon’s mobile phone. The phone was tucked under the left side of the blanket. Chae-heon held the phone and approached a corner where the bag was tangled. Now it seemed like he was going to look for the earphones.

Jeong-yoon watched Chae-heon from a distance,

“My bag is black at the bottom…”

He tried to describe what his bag looked like. However, when Chae-heon approached the bag and opened the front zipper, Jeong-yoon closed his mouth again. It seemed like the class president knew everything. He was indeed impressive.

Soon Chae-heon came closer.

“Here.”

The earphones and mobile phone were placed in front of the blanket.

Jeong-yoon pulled the blanket down and meticulously connected the phone and the earphones. He lifted his head silently. Chae-heon was about to leave with his back turned.

“Kang Chae-heon.”

He called his name again. Even though there was a blunt ‘Why again?’ in his expression, it didn’t feel awkward at all.

But Chae-heon turned back kindly once again. Jeong-yoon tapped the seat next to him.

“Don’t go. Let’s listen to music together. The moon is beautiful, too.”

“…”

“Okay?”

He smileed, his face much more relaxed than usual.

The light from the streetlight shining through the window fell on Seo Jeong-yoon’s flushed face.

Kang Chae-heon looked at Jeong-yoon’s flushed cheeks and loosely smiling mouth, and then let out something that he couldn’t tell whether it was a laugh or a sigh.

“Okay.”

Soon, Kang Chae-heon sat down next to him. He handed Chae-heon one of his earphones after playing the music. He briefly considered plugging it directly into his ear, but even though he was drunk, that seemed a bit much. He had his limits.

Jeong-yoon plugged in the earphones on the right, and Chae-heon on the left.

‘It might be really annoying for him at this point, but… He listens to everything.’

Suddenly, he felt itchy inside. Chae-heon’s usual kindness wasn’t something new, but today, it felt like it was pricking at his heart more than usual.

The music playing was Chopin’s Nocturne. He never thought he would be able to listen to the music that his older sister gave him to listen to in a place like this. Jeong-yoon turned his head and looked up at Chae-heon. His smooth looking cheeks were very close.

They’d always been in the same class, but sitting so close together was the first for him.

“How’s the music? Even if it doesn’t suit me, does it go well with the atmosphere?”

Chae-heon nodded in response instead of answering. He had been gazing ahead and hadn’t looked at Jeong-yoon since a while ago. The gentle sounds of music intertwined with the night breeze. Jeong-yoon spoke again to Chae-heon, who was silent.

“Have you been drinking too? I heard the kids next door have been drinking.”

“Yeah.”

“Is it okay for the class president?”

“I had no choice because I lost at rock-paper-scissors.”

“Really? So, you lose too.”

“… Just what do you think of me?”

There was a hint of laughter in his response.

Jeong-yoon felt dizzy and closed his eyes. It seemed like the intoxication was returning. The scene with Chae-heon felt like a dream, but the warmth coming from his shoulders felt very real.

A faint scent of alcohol and soap lingered. It was Chae-heon’s scent. The cheap soap provided in the accommodation. Probably the same scent he had. However, that common scent from Chae-heon seemed strangely alluring.

‘Unless he brought a high-end body wash from home, he must have washed up with this cheap soap here…’

The lively noise from the next room sounded welcoming. The music from the earphones also seeped in hazily. Despite wanting to stay with Chae-heon like this, his eyes kept closing. His body melted, and his shoulders sagged.

Jeong-yoon, who had been dozing off, abruptly opened his eyes. Unconsciously, he found himself leaning heavily on Chae-heon’s shoulder.

He was startled and my heart dropped. No matter how much he wanted to have contact with him, it wasn’t like this.

‘No, I can’t do this. I shouldn’t let go of my selfish desires just because I’m drunk…’

He lifted his head slightly. He tried to sit upright, making a conscious effort to straighten his body. However, it seemed he underestimated the level of intoxication. Despite his attempt to keep balance, as soon as he attempted to pull away from Chae-heon, his body started tilting towards the floor.

Jeong-yoon closed his eyes tightly. It was certain that, if his body didn’t listen to him, his forehead would hit the floor. However, it didn’t happen as expected. He didn’t hit his head on the floor or collide with anything since Chae-heon firmly gripped his waist, preventing it.

Jeong-yoon looked up blankly. Chae-heon was holding him tightly, supporting him by wrapping his arms around his waist. In the dimly lit room, Chae-heon’s deeply set eyes gleamed with a mysterious light.

“…If you’re sleepy, lie down and sleep.”

His voice was slightly muffled.

Jeong-yoon placed his hand on Chae-heon’s forearm. He tried to grab him and lift himself up. However, he couldn’t put enough strength into his body, so he had to stay as he was. The warmth under his palm was intense.

He closed his eyes again. After that, it was difficult to tell whether it was a dream or reality. Everything became distant as the world was spinning. He felt like he was still half-embracing Chae-heon while also sleeping under a blanket. He couldn’t tell if he was dozing off or awake.

Maybe it was because of the night breeze coming through the window. Suddenly, a chill ran through him. Desperately, he reached out towards the fading warmth. Once again, he felt the warmth. It was so satisfying that he let out a contented sigh.

From above, he heard a deep sigh. It was at that moment that something touched his lips.

The lips that touched his were as warm as the warmth under his fingers. It was an odd sensation for Jeong-yoon, who had never truly held hands or kissed someone. It was tingling, causing his fingers to twitch involuntarily.

He bit his lower lip and put his palm on the chest of the person sitting on top of him. Chae-heon’s heart was pounding wildly under his palm. The sound of leaves rustling in the breeze outside the window reached his ears faintly. However, the pulsating sound of their hearts seemed louder than any other noise.

Chae-heon gently sucked his lips and gently probed the gap with his tongue. Very slowly and subtly. At the same time, he slowly touched Jeong-yoon’s ears.

Jeong-yoon felt a strange sensation run down his spine. Both the tongue gently licking his lips and the hand gently stroking his ear were leisurely. It wasn’t rushed or intense. Despite this, Jeong-yoon felt his body melting even more in this relaxing mood..

He felt like he was about to melt and had completely lost his strength. His body relaxed, and the tension in his lips dissipated. Chae-heon didn’t hesitate in seizing the opportunity. His warm tongue slipped directly between Jeong-yoon’s parted lips. A sticky sound began to resonate in the dimly lighted room with only the faint illumination of street lights.

Jeong-yoon’s heart was pounding. Something unimaginable was happening. It was clearly a dream. Otherwise, he couldn’t be this happy. It didn’t matter if it was a dream or a fantasy. He tightly shut his eyes, afraid that if he opened them, it would end.

The kiss that had begun so softly became rougher. Jeong-yoon wasn’t sure whether to inhale, exhale, or endure. His breathing became increasingly ragged as his mind raced. Chae-heon, seemingly without a care, continued pulling him in, sucking him in, and swirling around. A faint moan escaped from Jung-yoon.

“Ah…”

Chae-heon’s hand, which had been caressing his ear, had somehow descended lower. He gently touched the back of his neck and traced his collarbone. His fingertips brushed tantalizingly against Jeong-yoon’s sensitive skin, making every hair on his body stand on edge.

Jeong-yoon reached out his arms and wrapped them around Chae-heon’s neck. The bodies that were already close together became even closer.

Chae-heon’s arm that was hugging Jeong-yoon’s waist tightened. Soon, his body slid between Jeong-yoon’s legs. The heat emanating from that close contact was palpable.

Pressing strongly against one other, intertwined to the point of breathlessness, and embracing in an overwhelming way.

How long were they wrapped up like this? Their pressed lips slowly parted. Through the opening, labored breaths escaped incessantly.

For a first experience, it was overwhelmingly blissful, to the point where it was so mind-numbing.

He was lying down with his eyes closed when he heard a soft voice from above his head.

“Seo Jeong-yoon.”

The voice carried a languid excitement. Jeong-yoon just closed his eyes because he didn’t want to wake up from his dream.

“Jeong-yoon-ah.”

His name was called again. It was a voice that rang sweetly, as if calling a lover’s name.

Jeong-yoon closed his eyes and smiled slightly. It was just being called ‘Jeong-yoon-ah,’ yet a gentle wave of emotion surged in his heart. Indeed, it was a dream. The real Kang Chae-heon wouldn’t call his name so affectionately.

A feather-like kiss slowly touched his smiling lips. A warm hand softly swept through his hair. Jeong-yoon felt a strange sense of wanting to cry from the tender caress.

Ah. Being so happy makes me want to cry.

It was a strange feeling that he had felt for the first time in his life. Jeong-yoon stretched out his entire body, enjoying the strange aftermath. Perhaps due to the alcohol or the dream-like fantasy, his strength kept draining away.

It was an ecstatic dream that he never wanted to wake up from.