EAR Ch 12

“Ahh…”

Jaemin gripped his throbbing erection tightly. His thighs and waist twitched, and soon his hand was wet with warm fluid.

Panting and regulating his breath in the darkness and heat until the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, Jaemin suddenly pulled the blanket off. He exhaled a long breath, rummaged through the nightstand beside his bed for a wet wipe, and quickly cleaned his hand and genitals. Still, the smell of semen lingered, making his face flush anew.

Feeling uneasy about just wiping with a tissue, he pressed his ear against the door to listen for sounds outside. It seemed like no one was there, so he opened the door slightly to find the living room was dark. This allowed Jaemin to sneak into the bathroom quietly to finish cleaning up.

Returning to his room and lying down, a real sense of reality hit him hard. The last words he thought of before climaxing were not even things Oh Seungpyo had actually said.

Perhaps, as that bastard mocked, he had already become a pervert. He had thought of it as a brief escape for stress relief, a temporary hobby to be discarded once the time came, but like the saying “one who associates with ink gets stained,” maybe he had become the same kind of person by messing around in the trash bin.

After expelling the heat from his body, he felt a release of tension and drowsiness, but the gloom didn’t lift. Even so, sleepiness came diligently, and Jaemin didn’t resist, closing his eyes.

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Maybe because he had wasted his mental energy on unnecessary things the day before, the next morning he felt lethargic. Jaemin hastily left home, barely eating breakfast.

The weather was getting warmer day by day as if spring was eager to arrive. Although it was still chilly, many students were already coming to school without coats or jackets, just wearing their school blazers.

“Hi, hi.” Jaemin exchanged insincere greetings with other students and sat down. Even the lively chatter from the kids in the morning felt like sounds from a different world, one layer removed from Jaemin.

“Oh Seungpyo, did you do the English homework?”

“I’m doing it now.”

“When you’re done, let me see it.”

“Sure.”

Even in the midst of the blurred noise of many voices, that annoying guy’s name was clear in his ears. He wasn’t trying to be conscious of it, nor did he want to be, but it was as if he had deliberately fished out a shiny lost item from murky water, it was too vivid.

Jaemin frowned slightly. Maybe because of what he did alone last night, he didn’t even want to look towards Oh Seungpyo. The kid who had asked Seungpyo about homework continued speaking.

“Do you want to play basketball during lunch?”

“Why not? The weather’s nice today, good for running.”

“You were missing yesterday, it was a close call. Where were you?”

“I took a nap.”

“Where?”

“Some place where there were no people.”

If he turned his head now, he’d probably meet Oh Seungpyo’s eyes. He was worried his stiff expression would betray that he was eavesdropping.

Jaemin put on his earphones and deliberately propped his cheek with the hand on the side where Seungpyo was. At school, pretending to study was enough to escape most situations. No matter how surrounded by others, the area of his desk was Jaemin’s secluded space, separate from everyone else. At least within the school, no one would bother the top student studying.

During lunch, Jaemin, as indifferent as he was at breakfast, cleared his tray and stood up earlier than others, saying he had somewhere to go.

With everyone either eating or out playing, there were few people left in the classroom when he returned. He tidied his desk and stepped out into the hallway, which was also quiet with few people passing by.

‘What would I do if I went now anyway?’

Such a question came to mind, but well, even without yesterday’s incident, the resource room was a good place to spend time alone quietly. Teachers often went in and out to prepare for classes, so kids who didn’t want attention avoided it, and during lunch, even teachers didn’t go there. Plus, you could lock the door from the inside, and there were a few unused chairs, making it, as Oh Seungpyo had said, good for napping.

Even knowing the room would be empty, Jaemin hesitated before opening the door. Like someone standing at the gateway to another world, he quietly stared ahead before deciding to push the door open.

As expected, no one was in the resource room when he opened the door. Jaemin chuckled softly at his own unnecessary tension, relaxing his shoulders.

The place served as a storage room, so there was no separate heating, but the sunlight coming through the window after noon made the inside bright and warm. It wasn’t clean, with some dust, but it wasn’t bothersome.

‘It would be hot in the summer.’

With such a mundane thought, as he was about to close the door, someone outside grabbed the handle, causing a tug.

Letting go, the door that was almost closed swung back open. A classmate with a stiff expression stood on the other side. Their eyes met, and Jaemin felt a sudden stir in his calm heart, his heartbeat quickening. To hide his inner thoughts, Jaemin also stiffened his face.

“Did you get the date wrong? I told you to come yesterday.”

As if he had teleported, Oh Seungpyo appeared and asked urgently, skipping any preamble.

Jaemin didn’t immediately understand the abrupt question, then let out a short, scoffing “ah” and started to walk away.

“I didn’t come to see you.”

“Then why are you here during lunch?”

“Just to rest alone.”

Jaemin pulled a chair over and sat down with a thud.

“The classroom is too noisy.”

“There aren’t many people there.”

“It’s still noisy. You can hear all the shouting from the playground.”

Despite being told it wasn’t about him, Oh Seungpyo didn’t leave. As expected. Instead, he stepped into the room, firmly closing and locking the door.

From the look of his rolled-up sleeves and taken-off jacket, it seemed he had changed his direction from going to the playground. Come to think of it, didn’t he agree to play basketball during lunch? Jaemin tilted his head, asking.

“Don’t you need to go to the other kids?”

Seungpyo scoffed nonchalantly.

“You’re my prior commitment.”

Then he pulled a chair over with a thud and sat down next to Jaemin, watching his reaction. Jaemin, without realizing it, stared directly into Seungpyo’s eyes.

Would he like it or hate it if I told him he was my jerk-off material yesterday? Would he get angry again for being used as a substitute for the internet trash?

While Jaemin was mentally sorting through answers to questions he wouldn’t actually ask, Seungpyo narrowed his eyes slightly and, in an oddly shy manner, chided him with a laugh.

“What are you looking at?”

Laughing with his eyes, here of all places. Jaemin only criticized him in his mind.

Perhaps thinking Jaemin had actually come to the resource room today by mistake, Oh Seungpyo, who had been sour all day yesterday, had completely changed his demeanor, trying to hold back laughter. It was so shameless it made onlookers feel embarrassed.

“So, what were you going to say yesterday?”

At Seungpyo’s question, Jaemin just blinked. Realizing Jaemin didn’t know what he meant, Oh Seungpyo added:

“You were about to say something in the music room yesterday before the teacher came in.”

“Oh.”

Recalling the brief moment, Jaemin rolled his eyes.

Yesterday, he wanted to give Oh Seungpyo, who was incessantly spouting nonsense, a model and proper response. He was going to say that he didn’t want to be distracted by anything else until he got into college after his third year. That even the time spent arguing with him was a waste, and so was the concentration he was losing because of him.

He would have said that posting those photos online didn’t harm others, and if it weren’t for him, he wouldn’t waste time or energy, which would have been much better for him. So, let’s forget the first-year incident and stop paying attention to each other.

“I forgot.”

It wasn’t just Oh Seungpyo who had changed his stance in a day. People easily get used to the same stimuli, and once they experience stronger stimuli, they can’t go back, famously wanting more intense experiences.

Jaemin was now vaguely realizing that the mocking gaze and the offensive taunts from someone looking him straight in the eye might be more useful tools for him now than the twisted attention from faceless people on the internet.

Then, going by Oh Seungpyo’s proposal, until things change, wouldn’t it be okay to use each other? After giving this short answer and pondering for a moment, Seungpyo’s face suddenly got closer.

“Then, can we do it?”

Jaemin didn’t answer out loud but just met his gaze.

Their lips hovered close, almost touching, but Seungpyo didn’t immediately press his lips against Jaemin’s. He stared into Jaemin’s eyes and asked:

“Aren’t you going to close your eyes?”

The karaoke booth in the arcade was dark and cramped, with the school jacket over their heads, so faces were completely obscured. The kiss in the music room yesterday was brief because Jaemin had pushed him away quickly.

Now, they were sitting side by side by a window where bright sunlight was pouring in. This was the first time Jaemin had kissed someone while looking at them so clearly. Jaemin opened his eyes wider and asked back:

“Do I have to?”

Seungpyo inhaled sharply, looking puzzled, then didn’t close his eyes either as he leaned in closer, finally touching their lips together. The sensation of lips meeting was still strange, and even with his eyes open, Jaemin shivered with surprise.

The first time in the karaoke was so sudden it felt more like an ambush than a kiss. Jaemin, taken by surprise, was shocked by the intimate invasion, confused by the sensation of another’s wet inner flesh touching his.

It felt like popping candies were bursting in his head one after another. The tingling sensation went up to his scalp, and he couldn’t properly remember the feel of the lips that had touched his.

Oh Seungpyo kept his lips pressed against Jaemin’s but hadn’t yet pushed his tongue in, just looking into his eyes. This was the first time they had looked directly into each other’s eyes from such close proximity, making the moment incredibly unfamiliar. He wished he would hurry up if he was going to do it. Perhaps because it was so bright, an awkwardness he’d never felt before when they were together climbed up his back like an itch.

Was this another way to mock him? Should he tell him to back off if he wasn’t going to do it properly? Just as he thought this, Oh Seungpyo suddenly opened his mouth and moved in.

“Ugh…”

Jaemin didn’t want to keep reacting like a novice, but contrary to his will, he shivered again. He felt Seungpyo’s hand supporting his neck.

This time, the tongue entering his mouth didn’t ravage inside as it had before. It gently tickled the tip of his tongue before slowly pushing in deeper, brushing against the inside of his cheeks and the roof of his mouth, then enveloping Jaemin’s still tongue.

His mind grew hazy. He tried to keep his eyes open but they fell shut without his control. Jaemin was unaware that his eyelashes were trembling.

Last time, Jaemin had responded so fervently that Seungpyo could tease him about moving his tongue like crazy, but this time, Jaemin felt like a bug caught by a frog, completely surrendering himself to Seungpyo. He could have reciprocated the rough exploration of his mouth from last time, but he didn’t know how to return this kind of kiss.

Seungpyo lifted his head, exhaling lightly. Only then did Jaemin open his eyes, his lips still parted, staring blankly at Seungpyo, who licked his lips once before whispering while leaning in again:

“Why aren’t you doing anything today?”

Seungpyo entered his mouth again, drawing out Jaemin’s hidden tongue. When he flicked Jaemin’s tongue tip sharply, a jolt of electricity seemed to run through Jaemin’s tailbone.

It didn’t end with just one or two times. Seungpyo sucked on Jaemin’s tongue persistently, like someone eating jelly, and Jaemin helplessly gave in. The sensation of another’s tongue moving inside his mouth was shocking, but the feeling of someone sucking on his tongue was more confusing than surprising.

The most absurd part was that each time his tongue was sucked, making that slurping sound, his hips would involuntarily twitch… because it felt good.

Like in the karaoke, strange sounds wanted to escape. Jaemin tried to control his quickened breath, struggling to keep those sounds in. But the switch was pressed in an unexpected place. As Oh Seungpyo’s hand, which had been supporting his neck, slid down, Jaemin closed his eyes tightly and made a loud noise.

“Haah…!”

The voice that came out was half from the shock of his bare skin being touched and half from a strange sensation that made him shudder. The tone was distinctly different from a simple shout, causing Jaemin’s face to flush even before the sound had fully escaped. He exhaled heavily as if he had just finished running.

When Jaemin shouted, Seungpyo released his tongue. Oh Seungpyo, also out of breath, was almost panting. When he had asked why Jaemin wasn’t doing anything today, there was a hint of laughter, but now, instead of laughing, he looked angry as he glared at Jaemin.

Then, suddenly, he lunged forward, pressing his lips not on Jaemin’s lips but on the neckline exposed between the collar of his school shirt. Jaemin, startled, immediately pushed his shoulder away.

“Hey, ah, crazy, stop it!”

“Why?”

“Just kissing at school.”

Jaemin made up an excuse on the spot, and Seungpyo locked eyes with him from close range.

“So, can we do more outside?”

Jaemin clamped his mouth shut, only swallowing dryly. His hasty words had led to this situation he now had to handle.

But it was something to consider. After all, he had already acted provocatively in front of Oh Seungpyo. Yesterday, he had masturbated while thinking of him.

He hadn’t intended to just kiss when he let Seungpyo sit next to him, but the problem was Jaemin couldn’t gauge where to draw the line. When Jaemin didn’t respond, Seungpyo took the initiative.

“Do you want to come to my place later?”

Instead of answering right away, Jaemin thought for a moment before shaking his head.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Why would I go to your place?”

At those words, Seungpyo pulled back, looking a bit deflated.

“Testing the waters one by one, huh.”

“I still don’t trust you.”

That was sincere. Kissing was one thing, but trust was another. In principle, you shouldn’t give your vulnerable points to someone you don’t trust. It might sound contradictory to distrust someone who had just sucked on his tongue until it tingled, but that was Jaemin’s honest feeling. Seungpyo asked again:

“Then when will you trust me?”

“How should I know?”

“So we’ll just keep kissing on the lips?”

“Yeah, for now.”

With such a firm answer, Seungpyo made a low, complaining sound but surprisingly didn’t press further and nodded. Jaemin thought for a moment before adding:

“Send me that.”

“What?”

“You said you’d take a picture of you jerking off.”

“…You really want that?”

“You offered it.”

“You said you wouldn’t take it even if I gave it to you.”

As Seungpyo grumbled, he looked straight ahead and asked:

“If I give you that, can we do more than just kiss?”

“…That’s not it.”

“Then why ask for it now? I’ll take the picture when we can do more. Okay?”

Even though he was the one who brought it up first… Jaemin knew it, but Seungpyo was indeed a cunning and calculating bastard. Feeling even more distrust, Jaemin also turned his gaze forward. His face was hot and wouldn’t cool down. Down below, he seemed to be… getting a bit hard.

‘What if this happens every time we kiss at school?’

Even Jaemin, who usually kept his composure, was at a loss with physiological reactions, quietly biting his lip when Seungpyo suddenly said something off-topic.

“You didn’t see the principal’s wig turned upside down yesterday, did you?”

“What?”

“It was so funny.”

Just imagining it was indeed amusing. Jaemin chuckled reflexively, but what was more absurd was Seungpyo bringing up the principal’s wig right after kissing.

“Why bring up the principal suddenly?”

“I feel like I need to think about something like that right now. How about you?”

Understanding Seungpyo’s words, Jaemin turned his gaze back to the front instead of answering. He didn’t want to admit it, but it would have been a lie to say no.

Thinking about the principal wearing his wig upside down was surprisingly effective, and his heated body gradually cooled down. Regaining his rationality, he began to worry about what might happen if they stayed alone together here again. Jaemin quickly stood up.

“I’m leaving now.”

“Me too.”

They checked the hallway and cautiously left the resource room. Seungpyo, remembering he had to play basketball, ran out to the playground, while Jaemin quietly returned to the classroom and sat down.

He let out a long sigh, scanned his surroundings with a wary look, then took out his phone and quickly searched:

How to kiss well

When the search results appeared, he coughed awkwardly as if he were doing something naughty in secret and pretended to read a book, using the cover to hide the phone screen.

He should have prepared if he was going to go to the resource room, whether he met Oh Seungpyo or not. To not fall behind a pervert who had messed around with girls, he needed to study this too. He had confidently lied that it wasn’t his first time, but if he kept being surprised like an idiot every time they kissed without doing anything, Seungpyo would definitely start to think it was strange.

Jaemin unconsciously licked the roof of his mouth with his tongue. The sensation of his lips being explored and sucked in the resource room was still strange. Normally, he didn’t think about his tongue being there, but now, it felt like all his nerves were focused on the smooth mucous membrane and the small lump of flesh inside his mouth.

Here, here, and down here too… As Jaemin gently touched the spots where Seungpyo had brushed or touched with his tongue, he felt a bit embarrassed and quickly put his tongue back in place.

‘With that, Oh Seungpyo is good, right?’

That bastard, how many times has he done it…

The injustice of having his first kiss taken by force surged up again, but since they had agreed to go along with each other, such anger was pointless. If he felt defeated, he should work to win the next round, whether in studying, sports, or kissing.

Most of the information on kissing techniques floating around the internet was similar. Perhaps because they assumed it was between lovers, they all advised on creating a romantic atmosphere at first. There were frequent suggestions to place a hand on the back of the neck or the cheek to ease tension.

Reading those parts, Jaemin could almost feel Seungpyo’s hand supporting his neck and the warmth of his fingers sliding down his nape, so he roughly rubbed his own neck with his hand.

Don’t be overly eager, moving your tongue too forcefully or covering too large an area; instead, proceed carefully, slowly, and gently.

Nothing special. Jaemin gained some confidence and closed the screen.