WYK 63: Main Story End

Chae-heon fiddled with the collar of Jeong-yoon’s gown and asked.

“Do you not like it when I touch you?”

“No, it’s not that I don’t like you touching me… It’s not that I particularly dislike it, it’s just a little sore.”

He desperately made excuses, afraid that he would misunderstand or be hurt. Chae-heon reopened Jeong-yoon’s tightly closed gown. Jeong-yoon hurriedly grabbed the fabric of his gown, but it was no use. He wrapped his arms around Jeong-yoon’s waist and gently pulled Jeong-yoon towards him.

“It’s a little swollen.”

“…Yeah.”

“Can I lick it?”

He gently stroked his areola with his fingertips.

“Ahng! No.”

An embarrassing moan leaked out. His actions of staring intently at his chest and speaking were extremely embarrassing and shameful.

“Maybe it’ll get better if I put saliva on it.”

“It’s okay… anyway, stop looking. It’s not even pretty.”

“It is pretty.”

Chae-heon’s fingertip lightly touched the tip of his nipple, which was sticking out. When he shrugged his shoulders, startled, the tip of his index finger slowly rubbed that nipple again.

“And cute.”

A tickling pleasure bloomed wherever his hand touched. The places that had been rubbed and massaged were burning. But at the same time as he felt pleasure, it really was sore, so he pushed away his hand again and hurriedly closed his gown.

“It really hurts. Stop touching me…”

“Okay.”

The surrender was surprisingly quick. Chae-heon, who quietly smiled and stretched out his arm, pulled Jeong-yoon’s head and forcibly gave him an arm pillow. The arm that touched his ear was quite hard as if it was made of only muscle. So it wasn’t very comfortable, but it was also warm, and he smelled good in his arms, so the corners of his mouth quickly went up.

Jeong-yoon wanted to bury his nose in Chae-heon’s chest and sniff the good scent, but he suppressed his desire because he thought he would look like a pervert. But even if he didn’t bury his face, he did try to gently put his palm on it.

“What kind of exercise do I have to do to get like this?”

He slowly stroked the chest that looked like marble, hard and smooth, with his palm. Chae-heon smiled faintly, and the chest under his palm rose and fell slightly. Chae-heon didn’t forget to push a tender answer between his smiles, as if he found Jeong-yoon’s question amusing.

“I swim, go to the gym, and run.”

“I swim sometimes too.”

“Then shall we go to the swimming pool together next time?”

“…Um.”

Jeong-yoon mumbled his answer. It would be nice to go to the swimming pool with Chae-heon, but he wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t get hard when he saw his naked body. What could be more embarrassing and shameful than getting hard there? It was obvious that he would be rumored to be a pervert all over the neighborhood.

As he was swallowing his embarrassing feelings alone, Chae-heon spoke again.

“No, let’s not go to the swimming pool. I get hard when I see you naked.”

“……”

Jeong-yoon wondered if he had accidentally said his thoughts out loud. But Chae-heon’s voice was endlessly serious, so he decided to pretend he didn’t know because it seemed like it was his true feelings.

He stared blankly at the chest in front of him and briefly wondered if he should try licking it once. But he decided to refrain today. Who knows what might happen if he stuck his tongue out. His lower area was still burning and tingling, so it was a bit too much today.

Chae-heon gently stroked Jeong-yoon’s back, stroked his head, and kissed his temples, then opened his mouth as if he had remembered something.

“We should start making plans soon.”

“Plans? For what?”

When he asked with an uncomprehending expression, Chae-heon pressed light kisses on Jeong-yoon’s blinking eyelids.

“You’re going to live with me when you graduate.”

“…Me?”

“Yeah. You.”

When he blinked and looked up at Chae-heon, Chae-heon was smiling gently like a wildflower in the meadow. His appearance was so pretty that he smiled back without realizing it and nodded.

I see. I’m going to live with Kang Chae-heon when I graduate.

Chae-heon tapped Jeong-yoon’s cheek and continued.

“Where do you want to live?”

“…I haven’t thought that far. I just heard that.”

“Is there anywhere you want to live?”

“Um… somewhere with a view of the Han River?”

“Okay, then let’s live somewhere with a view of the Han River.”

Chae-heon nodded as if he was satisfied.

“By any chance, when you say live with me, do you mean… be roommates?”

“It’s similar. My meaning is a honeymoon home, but we can’t legally get married, so it’s closer to being roommates.”

Newlywed home. It was too pink and fluffy a word for two men living together. Maybe that’s why his ears felt hot. Worried that this flushed reaction would be embarrassing if noticed, Jeong-yoon fiddled with his earlobe, trying to act natural.

“But isn’t this kind of talk a bit early?”

“Why?”

“We’ve only been dating for a few months…”

“People used to get married just by looking at photos. What’s too early about talking about living together after dating for a few months?”

“It’s also such a distant future…”

“It’s not distant. Time flies.”

“…Really?”

“Of course. I’m barely holding myself back from living with you right now.”

Chae-heon smiled while pinching and rubbing Jeong-yoon’s cheeks with two fingers. Jeong-yoon also blinked and found his lips curling up without realizing it.

I see. It’s not too early. It’s not a distant future. He wants to live together but is holding back for now.

Sometimes he thought that if Chae-heon worked in multi-level marketing, he’d definitely sell more than ten jade mattresses a day. Whether it was because he lacked conviction or what, whenever he listened to Chae-heon, Jeong-yoon found himself agreeing without realizing it.

“But even if I move out, my family won’t support me financially. It’s not like we’re getting married.”

“Really?”

“You’ll have to wait a few years after graduation. It won’t be possible right away.”

“Why?”

“…Because… I don’t have money.”

The answer was obvious, but being repeatedly asked “Really?” and “Why?” was becoming embarrassing. If he had a good job like his brother, he could easily get loans, but Jeong-yoon knew he’d probably just end up as a regular office worker.

Chae-heon quietly smiled.

“Why are you worrying about money?”

“If I don’t, who will?”

“Just bring yourself. I’ll treat you like a prince who never has to get his hands wet.”

Jeong-yoon couldn’t help but laugh at Chae-heon’s joking words. Wasn’t that the kind of thing men used to say to woo women for marriage back in the old days? But somehow this cheesy joke suited his modern face perfectly, making him laugh.

It seemed that anything was amusing when said with a handsome face. Jeong-yoon felt confident he’d smile along even if Chae-heon were to joke about historical military coups.

Still, it was a bit strange. Waking up using his arm as a pillow and suddenly planning to live together after graduation. While wondering if it was okay to agree so easily, seeing Chae-heon’s delighted face made it impossible to say no.

If he started talking about wedding preparations now, it would be just like a conversation between an engaged couple planning their newlywed home… While staring at the unfamiliar ceiling thinking about houses and money, Chae-heon spoke again.

“Have you thought about employment?”

“Uh… not yet… I’m just going into my third year…”

Jeong-yoon mumbled without confidence. It had always been like this. Whether it was career counseling in high school or relatives asking ‘So what are you going to do after graduation?’, his voice always came out lacking confidence.

Nothing was decided yet, so the question was startling. And Chae-heon wasn’t a career counselor or relative. Come to think of it, Chae-heon was also going into his third year.

“I’d like to tell you not to work…”

“Then what would I live on?”

“Live off me.”

Jeong-yoon laughed incredulously.

“Your flesh is too firm to be tasty.”

That answer made Chae-heon laugh too.

After that, they talked quite a bit. About the house they wanted to live in, employment, whether they might study abroad. Conversations about how he’d definitely go along if Jeong-yoon went.

Actually, it was less of a conversation and more like Chae-heon’s one-sided demands and explanations. He was the one who suggested living together, who asked about employment plans, and who insisted they must go together if there was any study abroad.

Time had passed considerably as they laughed and talked seriously in the dim darkness. He didn’t know why every minute and second flew by so quickly without boredom when he was with Chae-heon. It was probably because just facing each other made him happy.

Their soft voices gradually quieted down. Jeong-yoon yawned slightly and turned over, stretching his body. As the conversation was winding down, fatigue slowly crept in.

Chae-heon pulled Jeong-yoon close from behind and rested his chin on top of his head. His low voice resonated closely above:

“Seo Jeong-yoon. Do you know that the back of your head is very cute?”

Jeong-yoon played with Chae-heon’s firm fingers wrapped around his waist.

“Cute? I’ve never seen the back of my head, so I wouldn’t know.”

Chae-heon gently kissed the back of Jeong-yoon’s neck.

“I’ve always only seen your back.”

“…”

The warm, soft lips gently touched his skin before a hot tongue brushed against it. Jeong-yoon shrank his shoulders and turned to look up. The other’s eyes, bathed in night shadows, seemed somehow a bit moist.

He turned around completely and wrapped his arms around Chae-heon’s waist, embracing him. The warm body heat that had been pressed against his back now pressed close to his chest. Should have done this earlier. His chest was so comfortable and cozy that a satisfied breath escaped.

Chae-heon brushed up Jeong-yoon’s hair, caressed his earlobe, and spoke softly,

“Just looking at the back of your head was nice, but having you turn and hug me like this is even better.”

The affectionate, gentle voice wrapped around his ear. Jeong-yoon hugged his waist tighter and rested his cheek against his chest. Anyone who heard would mistake Chae-heon for being desperately in love with him.

Kang Chae-heon. What are you even saying? I’m the one who feels like this is a dream.

He could hear his heartbeat beneath the soft skin pressed against him. Jeong-yoon mumbled in a sleepy, thick voice,

“Kang Chae-heon. Your back of the head and your face are all cute…”

“…”

It was a somewhat awkward compliment for such a large young man, but it was sincere. Whether smiling, flustered, or even overcome with excitement while on top of him, to his eyes, Kang Chae-heon was always lovely and cute.

Chae-heon hugged Jeong-yoon tightly. Jeong-yoon nuzzled his face into that comfortable embrace and let himself drift into the slowly approaching drowsiness. Chae-heon’s low voice sweetly echoed in his ear:

“You asked why we had to come here specifically. I wanted to say these words in the place where we first touched. Thank you for coming to me. And… please stay by my side always. I wanted to say that.”

It was like an auditory hallucination washing over him just before falling completely asleep.

Jeong-yoon smiled and nodded slowly. Though the encroaching drowsiness prevented him from fully understanding his words, he wanted to accept whatever he was saying. Everything Chae-heon said only made him happy.

A moment later. Chae-heon looked down at the fully asleep Jeong-yoon and quietly smiled while kissing his eyes. The ticklish sensation of lips touching and leaving his eyes made Jeong-yoon scratch them before falling back asleep with his hand still raised.

Chae-heon took Jeong-yoon’s hand and gently pressed it against his own cheek. When Jeong-yoon’s soft hand touched his cheek, his smile deepened.

Half-asleep, Jeong-yoon shifted and firmly grasped Chae-heon’s hand. Then unconsciously pulled it to rub against his own cheek.

“…”

Chae-heon just quietly gazed at Jeong-yoon. Then he moved his fingers, which Jeong-yoon had preciously pulled close, to gently stroke his cheek. Though Jeong-yoon slightly furrowed his brow as if ticklish, Chae-heon’s face was filled only with smiles.

The deep night’s moonlight shone down below the window. It was a night filled with physical and emotional happiness.

<End, to be continued in the side stories>