WYK 34

Chae-heon’s hand slipped into his collar and traced the skin along the collarbone. However, beneath that leisurely gesture, his heart beat rapidly and roughly under Jeong-yoon’s palm.

Chae-heon with his body fully leaned in wrapped his arms around Jeong-yoon’s waist. The area touched by his arm felt hot as if it had been burned. It wasn’t even hot, but his whole body was heating up. Sensing the unfamiliar sensation of his tongue gently probing inside his mouth, Jeong-yoon instinctively retreated his tongue, but Chae-heon wrapped his tongue around it and forcefully explored.

“Umm…”

Jeong-yoon’s fingertips placed on Chae-heon’s chest were trembling. Last time it was said to be an impulsive act due to intoxication, but not today. Two sober people with sane minds were engaging in an indiscreet act.

Chae-heon tilted his face and kissed him more deeply. He trailed his tongue along Jeong-yoon’s palate before sucking on it lightly. Jeong-yoon barely managed to keep up with the overwhelming advance. He couldn’t understand why Chae-heon was biting and devouring his lips as if to swallow them whole. The sensation of their tongues entwining felt strangely familiar, which was unsettling in itself.

But even amidst all the unknowns, one thing was certain. The wet sounds inside the car and the breathing between the two were very strange. And there was an unmistakable intent in his hands exploring beneath Jeong-yoon’s clothes.

The hand that had been slowly stroking Jeong-yoon’s waist slowly moved up the waist. Jeong-yoon’s body tensed up.

Perhaps noticing the tension, Chae-heon soon withdrew his hand, overlaid it atop Jeong-yoon’s hand, and gently caressed Jeong-yoon’s back with his palm instead. It felt like a comforting gesture as if reassuring him that everything was okay. Jeong-yoon’s trembling began to subside as if it were a lie.

As the tension eased, pure excitement surged. While the movements of the flesh in their mouths were rough, the touch of the hand caressing was incredibly soft. Consequently, Jeong-yoon felt his entire body melting away.

Chae-heon pulled Jeong-yoon’s neck closer. He couldn’t even avoid the sticky tongue that was swirling so persistently. Half coerced and half ecstatic, Jeong-yoon eagerly reciprocated.

How long had they been entangled like this? When the sticky sounds echoing in the darkness subsided slightly, their tongues disentangled, and their lips, which had been pressed together, slowly parted.

But Chae-heon did not move his body away from Jeong-yoon. Their faces were still so close that they almost touched.

Chae-heon stared at Jeong-yoon quietly. The distant, sunken gaze took a close look at Jeong-yoon’s beautiful eyelashes, red wet eyes, and flushed cheeks.

Jeong-yoon also just looked at him quietly. Chae-heon’s eyes were clearly filled with excitement. Jeong-yoon exhaled lightly and licked his swollen lips. He wondered what Chae-heon was thinking when he looked at him, but there was nothing he could read on his face.

Due to the intense tension lingering between them, this brief moment of eye contact felt like hours. Perhaps due to the lingering sensation of the kiss just moments ago, Jeong-yoon’s heart raced wildly.

‘This is my first kiss…’

Jeong-yoon secretly lowered his gaze.

What he had just shared with Chae-heon was indeed his first kiss. And it was with Kang Chae-heon, the object of his unrequited love for years, making it a dreamlike first kiss. When Jeong-yoon avoided his gaze, Chae-heon finally backed out. The front, previously shadowed by his silhouette, was now slightly illuminated by the lamppost light.

Chae-heon stared at Jeong-yoon.

“You won’t pretend not to know again tomorrow.”

“…Again?”

The corners of his mouth slightly turned up at Jeong-yoon’s question. It was a relaxed smile, but somehow the atmosphere felt a bit cold. Jeong-yoon blinked his eyes slowly. He couldn’t fully understand the meaning of what he said.

‘You won’t pretend not to know again tomorrow.’

…Come to think of it, he had a point. After dragging him to bed in a drunken state the next day, Jeong-yoon quietly slipped out of Chae-heon’s house as if nothing had happened. But with a clear mind, pretending not to know after going as far as kissing seemed implausible.

Chae-heon gently brushed Jeong-yoon’s lower lip with his thumb. His red lips were slightly swollen from the recent kiss. The corners of Seo Jeong-yoon’s mouth stiffened slightly with tension.

“I’m curious.”

“…”

“I want to know, but I can’t.”

Chae-heon took his hand away from touching Jeong-yoon’s lips and lightly bit on Jeong-yoon’s lower lip. Jeong-yoon was startled and trembled. Chae-heon then licked the gap between his lips with the tip of his tongue, chuckled softly and lowered his face.

Jeong-yoon nervously licked his dry lips and tried to take deep breaths. His heart was pounding like a malfunctioning washing machine.

He wanted to know, but he couldn’t. It was the same for him. Right now, he had no idea what Kang Chae-heon was thinking.

Chae-heon leaned in close to Jeong-yoon’s face. His sunken pupils were right in front of Jeong-yoon’s eyes.

“Seo Jeong-yoon. Tell me. What exactly are you thinking?”

Jeong-yoon didn’t know what to say, so his face turned pale. It was clear that Kang Chae-heon was only halfway aware of his feelings for him. Chae-heon might feel impulsive himself, but Jeong-yoon concealed his love, which he wanted to keep hidden.

Perhaps Chae-heon was curious about his behavior that day. Why he had looked at him, why he hadn’t pushed him away. It was clear that he was having doubts about Jeong-yoon’s stolen glances and observations as he gazed at Chae-heon with love. Jeong-yoon’s heart sank as he was afraid that his feelings might be discovered while he was pursuing its meaning.

Despite his confusion, Jeong-yoon forced a composed expression. It was the first time he had desperately managed his expression like this in his life.

“What am I thinking? Nothing much. We’re just two guys, but I admire you… There are things I envy about you… I also like your face… My gaze keeps drifting to you… So, I ended up looking at your face that day…”

He struggled to breathe as he answered. Half of it was true. He truly couldn’t take his eyes off Chae-heon’s face. But Chae-heon wasn’t just admirable. It wasn’t merely admiration. He liked him a lot and harbored deep affection, which naturally drew his gaze.

But he couldn’t confess the long-held feelings from high school, saying, ‘I’ve been crushing on you since high school. I really like you. I like everything about you.’

Suddenly blurting out a confession of love after impulsively making a move? What would Chae-heon’s expression be like?

Jeong-yoon didn’t even want to imagine it. His long-standing unrequited love had made him shrink away, forcing him to hide his true feelings deep inside a tough shell. In other words, it was a desperate struggle to avoid the harsh reality of “his rejection.”

Chae-heon, who had been looking at Jeong-yoon’s lowered forehead, murmured softly.

“Admiration… huh.”

“…”

“Yeah. It doesn’t matter.”

After hearing his concise answer, Jeong-yoon crossed his arms and leaned against the backrest. It was a self-defense gesture he made without realizing it. But that defense was soon broken.

Chae-heon grabbed Jeong-yoon’s hand and pulled him closer.

Jeong-yoon gasped. His gaze flickered with panic.

Chae-heon pulled Jeong-yoon’s hand away and placed it on top of his pants. On top of his heavily aroused state. His er*ct member was so hard that the heat could be felt through the fabric.

Jeong-yoon pursed his lips and turned his head. He wanted to say something, but his lips only moved and no words came out. Chae-heon tilted his head and stared at Jeong-yoon.

“I like it too. Your face.”

“…”

“When I look at you, I want to touch, bite, and lick you. Even now, it’s like this.”

He moved Jeong-yoon’s hand that he was holding. Jeong-yoon swallowed dryly at the sensation under his palm. Kang Chae-heon was now speaking vulgar words in a very soft tone, and his body was extremely hot.

What kind of person is he? Was Kang Chae-heon part of this type? Could the temperature of his face and lower body be so different? Jeong-yoon’s hands, not knowing what to do, were trembling on his pants.

Chae-heon chuckled leisurely. It seemed affectionate at first glance, but it bore the dangerous smile of a predator.

“So, Jeong-yoon. Let’s continue this.”

Jeong-yoon’s eyes flickered and trembled.