DP Side Story Episode 1
by BrieDeep Pivot Side Story, Episode 1
- Sweet Jelly Baby
Gate Closure D+100. And Return to Daily Life D+1.
The long-empty house was finally filled with the warmth of two people. Seo-joon smiled at the sensation brushing against the corner of his eye. Soft, soft. The lips that tickled his eyelids naturally trailed down the bridge of his nose and finally settled on his lips, as if finding their rightful place.
“It feels so good to be home.”
Yeon-woo whispered after planting a small kiss. His eyes curved into half-moons as he smiled giddily. Sway, sway. In the wide living room, the two of them held each other close, walking awkwardly but laughing all the while.
“I feel the same.”
Seo-joon replied, his lips pressed to Yeon-woo’s cheek. No matter how comfortable the infirmary room at the Center had been, they were both still treated like patients, which put a damper on things. But now that they were home, it finally felt like their normal lives had truly returned.
Only now, standing in the place they thought they’d never come back to.
“Because I came home with you, Yeon-woo.”
Even as he tried to calm his fluttering heart with kisses scattered all over Yeon-woo’s face, the happiness bubbling up was impossible to suppress. The more their lips met, the more Yeon-woo’s cheeks flushed pink—and it was so adorable, Seo-joon couldn’t help but laugh softly.
The house they returned to after so long was stacked with a mountain of unopened deliveries. Most of them were things they’d ordered during their idle time at the hospital, shopping online out of boredom—bedding and dishware they’d picked out together, heads close, deciding side by side.
A lazy afternoon, spent sipping takeout drinks and unpacking the boxes. Pairs of matching glass cups and bowls were piled neatly into the dishwasher.
Back when Seo-joon was silent, Yeon-woo couldn’t stand the quiet and would leave the hospital room’s TV on all day. But now, between the two of them, there was no room for silence—no need for any other sound.
“Lieutenant, what’s this one?”
“Bed sheets.”
Seo-joon replied absently while placing their new cereal bowls into the dishwasher.
“We already have a lot of sheets.”
Turning around absentmindedly, he spotted Yeon-woo buried in a pile of bedding. Sitting on the floor, Yeon-woo had quietly pulled a new pillow into his lap and was hugging it between his legs, looking up at Seo-joon. A silent question lingered in his gentle gaze. Why did you buy so many sheets?
Feeling a sudden tightness below, Seo-joon answered the unspoken question in a calm tone.
“Well, … it’s good to change them often.”
It was far too innocent a face to say something like, Because I’m going to be having sex with you nonstop, I got a little greedy with the bedding.
“But you know, Yeon-woo… you do get really wet.”
At the same time, it was a face that made him want to tease—just a little bit wickedly.
The impulsive comment brought an abrupt silence crashing down. Seo-joon quickly busied himself tidying up, trying to hide the dark thoughts swirling in his head. He shoved the just-unwrapped pillows and fresh blankets to one side, then sat down in front of Yeon-woo.
“……”
Yeon-woo sipped at his lemonade with a soft slurp, then lowered his gaze after a short pause. Just as Seo-joon expected, in mere seconds, the rims of his ears and the corners of his eyes were flushed red.
Clutching the poor pillow tightly in his arms, Yeon-woo spoke in a small voice, straw still pressed to his lips.
“…I’m not that wet.”
With a sulky little turn of his head, only his lips jutted out like a bird’s beak.
“What are you even talking about?”
Seo-joon fought back the upward tug of his lips and questioned Yeon-woo with a deliberately serious face.
“It’s just basic logic. Don’t you sweat in the summer, Yeon-woo?”
Yeon-woo took a small breath and stared at Seo-joon, his mouth slightly agape. His blue eyes darted left and right in a panic. Seo-joon, who had kept a calm demeanor the whole time, suddenly furrowed his brows and spoke sternly.
“What kind of weird thoughts are you having all by yourself?”
“……”
Yeon-woo’s face turned an even deeper shade of red—completely incomparable to before. When Seo-joon finally burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer, Yeon-woo scowled belatedly, scrunching up his brows in frustration.
“…You’re teasing me again, aren’t you?”
Seo-joon gently smoothed the furrow between Yeon-woo’s brows with his fingertips, smiling as he leaned in for a kiss. The pillow in Yeon-woo’s arms acted like a barrier between them. As if trying not to let it be taken, Yeon-woo clutched the edge tightly—but Seo-joon’s hand soon covered his.
“You know you’re really easy to tease, right?”
“You’re seriously such a weird person, Lieutenant.”
Yeon-woo murmured with a shy scolding tone, even as he offered up his face for Seo-joon’s flurry of kisses. It’s because you keep being this cute that I can’t stop teasing you. Seo-joon shamelessly blamed his pervy instincts on Yeon-woo, pressing his lips to his over and over.
Soft, soft. He gently bit down on the lips still cool from lemonade and let go, again and again. Yeon-woo let out a short breath. The pillow wedged between them was slowly flattened, and suddenly, their eyes met at close range.
“……”
Clink.
The sound of melting ice in the cup broke the stillness with a faint noise. The lighthearted mood faded into something quieter—an ambiguous silence.
At the Center’s hospital room, the two of them hadn’t been able to show any affection at all. As high-priority patients, their vitals were monitored in real time, making even light touches or oral sex nearly impossible. Even the slightest trace of arousal was flagged as an abnormal spike by the attending researchers.
Because of that, it had been a long time since they’d fallen asleep holding only each other’s hands, like kids playing house.
“……”
Would it be too sudden… if I said I wanted to hold you right now?
As Seo-joon wrestled with this slightly ridiculous inner conflict, he suddenly realized just how cautious they’d been when it came to physical intimacy. Having limitations on sex had turned out to be a much bigger wall than he’d thought.
At a time when most couples would be all over each other with just a glance, he hadn’t even properly touched Cha Yeon-woo. He’d been afraid—afraid he might lose control if things went too far, might end up hurting him.
But now, Seo-joon was no longer a no-named nobody. He was someone who could love his precious partner without causing harm—someone capable of sharing affection without fear, of expressing desire without restraint.
Leaning forward, Seo-joon gently took Yeon-woo’s lips in his. Smooch. Smack. He kissed him lightly, over and over, as if asking permission. When Yeon-woo parted his lips slightly in response, Seo-joon’s heart skipped.
Seo-joon slowly pushed the pillow—constantly getting in the way—out of the way, slipping a knee between Yeon-woo’s parted legs. Yeon-woo had stubbornly clung to the pillow in his arms, but now his hands wavered, unsure of what to do. Seo-joon laced their fingers together, smiled, and guided those hands to wrap around his neck.
Is that your emotional support pillow or something? Are you trying to be cute right now?
The low, teasing whisper melted into Yeon-woo’s mouth before he could respond. That’s not it… His weak protest didn’t make it to his voice—only swelling quietly beneath the surface, caught between their lips.
Smack. Smack.
Each time their soft lips tangled, slick sounds echoed from the wet friction. Yeon-woo, who had been passively holding his ground, finally let his body fall back.
“Ugh…”
Seo-joon slid a hand under Yeon-woo’s sweatshirt, tracing up along his waist. The muscles, tight with tension, flinched and hardened beneath his palm. A muffled moan rippled through their mouths, round and warm.
“Mm… L-Lieutenant…”
Cha Yeon-woo still didn’t seem to realize how much more arousing he became when he got all talkative during kisses. Seo-joon tangled their tongues together, swallowing every whispered moan whole.
Haa…
He savored Yeon-woo’s mouth, exploring it thoroughly while their saliva mingled, greedily swallowing each drop as if it were a treat. A satisfied sigh escaped him.
Chup, chuup.
The wetter the sounds grew between their lips, the shorter Yeon-woo’s breaths became. Seo-joon’s hand, which had been tracing along his waist, slipped lower—dipping into his training pants. Yeon-woo’s firm abs tensed and trembled from the sudden touch.
“Ugh… L-Lieutenant, w-wait… just… ah, Lieutenant…”
Seo-joon’s fingers slipped past the waistband and met damp underwear, already soaked through. Now he understood why Cha Yeon-woo had been so stubborn about clutching that pillow. How long has he been hard like this?
“Why do you keep calling me? I’m not going anywhere.”
What do you want me to do, hmm?
With that low murmur, Seo-joon gently wrapped his hand around the heated, stiff shaft, flushed with arousal and slick with warmth. He paused between kisses, giving Yeon-woo a chance to breathe.
“Ah…”
When his thumb brushed over the tender slit at the tip, Yeon-woo’s eyes fluttered shut. Seo-joon kissed the furrow in his brow, then slowly pressed down, squeezing gently around his shaft. He trailed his lips to Yeon-woo’s closed eyelids, soothing him as the tension built.
Every time their lips met, Yeon-woo’s fluttering lashes trembled, tickling Seo-joon’s skin. Even the way he exhaled, the way each delicate lash quivered—there couldn’t possibly be another being in this world as heartbreakingly lovely as Cha Yeon-woo.
His underwear wasn’t just damp—it was soaked. Even Seo-joon’s thumb, gliding along the sensitive tip, came away slick with arousal. And yet he had the nerve to say he wasn’t wet?
“So you got all ready for me, huh? Nice and wet to make it easier to swallow?”
“N-no… ngh…”
Seo-joon deliberately started a conversation—only to seal it with another kiss. The muffled sounds vibrating in Yeon-woo’s mouth made him unbearably satisfied. Even the way Yeon-woo’s tongue squirmed, trying to keep up with his words, was so adorable it hurt.
“Wait, mmph… L-Lieutenant, just—just a second…”
Ding-dong, daeng-dong!
Just then, a loud chime rang out from the living room speaker. Even if it hadn’t been followed by the voice of a middle-aged man, the noise alone was enough to completely kill the mood.
―This is a message from the management office regarding shared housing etiquette.
“……”
The tension that had been stretched tight between them instantly deflated, like cold water dumped over a flame. A hot breath pooled in the small space between their suddenly parted lips. Through clenched teeth, Seo-joon let out a silent sigh of frustration.
Of all times… why now.