UPLB Ch 25
by soapa“Yeah.”
Choi Sungbin chimed in as if he’d been waiting.
“Your friend was unattractive, though.”
Yang Juwon tilted his head. What was Choi Sungbin’s standard for unattractive?
Before judging his friend’s appearance, Dongyeong wasn’t unattractive. He was quite neat-looking, and being in the sports department, he had a good build. Smaller than Choi Sungbin but about the same height as Yang Juwon, meaning well above average.
His overly animated personality kept him from lasting relationships, but he’d had plenty of flings.
“He’s not unattractive.”
Yang Juwon stated the fact plainly.
“What?”
A sharp voice hit his ears.
“You’re siding with your friend over me right now?”
“He’s not unattractive, really. And.”
“And what?”
“He’s my friend. I don’t get why we’re talking about his looks.”
They’ll never meet anyway.
After speaking, Yang Juwon glanced at Choi Sungbin’s reaction. His face twitched oddly. His brows furrowed, then relaxed.
“No girlfriend, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Doesn’t look like it. Probably because he’s unattractive.”
Do most guys look unattractive to Choi Sungbin? Well, with his perspective, maybe. Nothing meets his standards.
Should he just agree? After a moment’s thought, Yang Juwon grabbed his charging phone.
“He’s pretty cool, though. Tall, good build.”
“Smaller than me, right?”
“Yeah.”
The phone had a few photos and videos of Dongyeong. Unlike Yang Juwon, he loved curating his SNS, asking for shots at the bar or singing at karaoke. Yang Juwon opened the album and checked the photo he’d sent Choi Sungbin.
This one didn’t come out great.
“Look. He’s not unattractive.”
Showing Choi Sungbin another photo, he saw him widen his eyes and stare.
“Why’d you take this crap? He’s your friend. Why photograph him?”
“He asked me to. I’ll delete it after sending. But he’s not unattractive.”
“He’s totally unattractive. Thinks he can sing?”
“Yeah. He won first place in a singing contest once. Some agency gave him their card.”
“…Our school?”
“Yeah.”
“What department?”
“Sports… something, I don’t remember exactly.”
“Oh, phys ed, that crowd.”
“He’s been doing judo since he was a kid, so he’s got a good build.”
“Is that so?”
Choi Sungbin scrolled through the album back and forth several times. Then he handed the phone back with a bright smile. Yang Juwon read his expression. It was impossible to miss. He looked so fierce.
“Got it. Delete his number and don’t contact him.”
“…”
“Why no answer? I said delete his number and don’t contact him.”
“He’s my friend. How can I not contact him?”
“Why? I don’t talk to any friends. Because of you, sunbae.”
Choi Sungbin’s friends were probably all women, not just friends but casual dating partners or flings. It was odd he considered them real friends.
Ha, Yang Juwon let out a heavy sigh.
“You’re sighing right now?”
The man snapped as soon as he exhaled, making Yang Juwon dizzy. Closing his eyes tightly, he was scolded to open them.
Is this because he likes me? Can you yell at someone you like like this? …Is this jealousy? Why? He’s just a friend.
As Yang Juwon pondered, Choi Sungbin kept talking nonstop.
“Can’t you do what your partner asks, sunbae? Oh, I guess I’m just that much to you.”
“Sungbin-ah.”
“I even said you don’t have to call when you’re out, but you can’t even show that much consideration. Fine. Just go home. I don’t want to see you.”
“He knows I have a partner.”
“…”
“As soon as you called, I left him at the bar.”
Yang Juwon checked his messenger. Sure enough, a long string of curses was there. Traitor, ditching a friend for a partner. Amid typos from drunkenness, he showed the phone to Choi Sungbin, who scanned it with disinterest.
Checking his reaction like a kid getting homework graded, Choi Sungbin handed the phone back.
“Well, whatever.”
He seemed satisfied. With a pleased smile, he pressed himself close, wrapping around Yang Juwon like an anaconda.
Arms around his waist, legs around his thighs, he clung tightly. Yang Juwon found such intimacy awkward, but Choi Sungbin seemed at ease. As he was laid down, Choi Sungbin pressed his lips to his temple. The movement of his lips was felt with every word.
“Sunbae.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you brag about me?”
“Brag about what?”
“You know, this and that.”
“He kept asking, so I said a little. Not much.”
“Say it before they ask. Are you embarrassed of me?”
He pinched Yang Juwon’s side with the hand around his waist. Letting out a short “ah,” Yang Juwon twisted, and Choi Sungbin kissed his temple again with a smack, pressing his cheek close.
Do we need to be this close? Plus, we should sleep, so why…
Awkwardly, Yang Juwon clenched and unclenched his fists. It seemed Choi Sungbin really saw him as a partner. He used to hate seeing his face, but now he’d press cheeks and kiss constantly.
“What did you say?”
“That I’m unattractive.”
“Why ask that crap, damn…”
Cursing right away.
“What did that jerk say?”
Despite being his partner and older friend, calling people “that jerk” was just his habit. A nasty one of judging and belittling others.
“He said I’m not unattractive.”
“Who’s he to say that? Tell him to look in a mirror.”
He actually said he’d never heard anyone call Yang Juwon unattractive, but saying that felt too self-conscious. Wouldn’t it seem like baseless confidence in his looks?
“And…”
“Yeah.”
“I said you bought me a phone. And, uh, he asked if you’re pretty, so I said you shine.”
“I shine?”
“Yeah.”
“Because I’m pretty?”
“Yeah.”
Yang Juwon just answered, but Choi Sungbin smiled, eyes curving. He seemed pleased. Chuckling, he sat up and trapped Yang Juwon in his arms. Despite the unflattering angle, Choi Sungbin looked good.
“Kiss me, sunbae.”
At his whisper, Yang Juwon wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down. Their lips met.
“You reek of alcohol.”
Even while kissing, Choi Sungbin bit his lower lip and nagged.
If the alcohol bothered him, he could pull away, but he was persistent. He bit and sucked Yang Juwon’s tongue and lips obsessively, keeping their tongues locked without a moment’s gap.
The wet, hot tongue stirred inside his mouth, tangling with his awkward one. Despite the complaints, he didn’t seem bothered.
Yang Juwon responded eagerly. When Choi Sungbin pulled his waist, he wrapped his arms around his firm shoulders. They rolled around the bed, kissing.
Choi Sungbin’s hand slid down his back, grabbed his hips, and hugged his outer thighs. Their legs naturally entwined. Through the fabric, their heavy erections pressed together.
“Ah…”
Yang Juwon let out a hot breath, tilting his head back. Choi Sungbin kissed his exposed neck relentlessly, biting and sucking, not always gently.
Yang Juwon ruffled his hair, cautiously placing a hand on his forearm. His drunken body was still hot and feverish.
A hand slipped into his pants, grasping his erection.
“Hn…”
As he gasped, his lips were crushed. Choi Sungbin sucked his lips roughly, gripping the already hard erection, slowly stroking.
The more he twitched, the closer their bodies pressed. Their erections rubbed through the fabric, grinding against each other.
“Hn, ugh, ngh.”
“Ha, sunbae, suck my lips. Tongue too.”
Choi Sungbin pleaded, exhaling hotly. Yang Juwon was clearly the drunk one, but he seemed intoxicated.
Yang Juwon hooked his arms around his neck and pulled hard. Breathing was tough, but he sucked with all his strength, drawing in his tongue as if sucking his erection.
When he pushed his tongue in, Choi Sungbin flattened his, letting it slide. Slurp, slurp… The air grew humid.
“Mmm, hn… ngh, ha, ah, ah.”
He wanted to be closer. He just wanted to be touched. As Choi Sungbin pulled his hips, pressing their groins together, he grabbed Yang Juwon’s waistband and pulled it down. Straddling him, he stripped off his pants and underwear, tossing them off the bed.
Panting, Yang Juwon whispered to the man rubbing lips against his.
“I have work tomorrow.”
“Can’t you take a day off?”
Choi Sungbin casually pulled off his shirt.
“No. I have to go. Ah, wait…”
As he teased a nipple with his thumb, it hardened under his touch.
“Everyone skips a day or two. Why not you?”
“Ugh, please…”
“Say you’re sick. I can make that happen if you want.”
Sitting up, Choi Sungbin whipped off his own shirt. Yang Juwon watched silently. The way he crossed his arms to remove it was like a model in a steamy photoshoot.
Now naked, he leaned down again, kissing Yang Juwon’s cheek.
Whatever. It’ll go however Choi Sungbin wants. Yang Juwon knew that from the moment he saw him. He was from another world.
The two naked bodies pressed together. Choi Sungbin’s gentle hands roamed Yang Juwon’s body, tracing his face, down the curve of his tilted neck, to his chest, pressing a nipple, then spreading his legs.
“Ha, ah…”
Yang Juwon gasped, looking at the man between his legs, shaking his head instinctively. Choi Sungbin’s eyes curved softly.
His parted lips took in the precum-slick erection without hesitation. As it entered his hot mouth, Yang Juwon’s thighs tensed. But with his groin held, he couldn’t close his legs.
“Ah. No.”
“Mmm, ngh…”
Choi Sungbin sucked the tip so hard his cheeks hollowed, making wet smacking sounds. Each head movement produced a gagging noise. The lewd sounds echoed, but he focused solely on sucking.
His tongue pressed flat, stimulating the shaft’s underside with each motion. He took it deep to his throat, then pulled back.
All sensation rushed downward. His tongue slithered up the shaft like a snake climbing a tree.
“Hn, ah, no. No, really… Ha, please, please.”
Yang Juwon barely raised a hand to his head. Just sucking and licking brought him close to climax.
Withdrawing with a slurp, Choi Sungbin held the erection, tilting his head. He licked the tip, rubbing the glans.
“What’s no?”
He didn’t seem to care about the answer. Smacking his lips, he kissed it, rubbing his own erection against the base, then sucked and released with just his lips, licking up the shaft.
He covered the tip with his lips, sucking precum and dribbling semen. Yang Juwon bit his lip hard, looking down at the man sucking him. Even while sucking, his hands didn’t stop, kneading the balls and teasing the skin outward.
“It’s dirty… Hn, ugh, ngh…”
“Tastes good.”
“Please.”
No way. He closed his eyes tightly. The faster the pace, the closer he felt to bursting.
Choi Sungbin opened wide, taking the erection again. He curled his lips inward, moving his head. The sensation surged from his toes, wrapping his body. Yang Juwon puffed out his chest, panting.
He couldn’t hold on. He was about to come. His breathing was a mess.
“Hn! Ngh, ah, gonna come, ugh, please…”
The tongue flicked his urethra rapidly. Saliva mixed, making frantic slurping sounds.
“Come in my mouth.”
Choi Sungbin wrapped the base with both hands, pressing his lips to the tip. His tongue flicked the urethra, then he pursed his lips, probing the opening with a pointed tongue.
“Ngh, hn, ha! Ha, please, please.”
Panting, Yang Juwon barely placed a hand on his head. Choi Sungbin sucked the tip hard with a wet smack, letting saliva drip as he moved.
The hand gripping his groin dug inward, teasing the perineum with a thumb, then probing his hole. The finger bent, stimulating the inner walls. Yang Juwon’s thighs trembled wildly.
His toes curled inward. Gasping, he couldn’t hold back and came in Choi Sungbin’s mouth.
“Ngh, ugh…”
“Ugh…”
A muffled sound came from Choi Sungbin’s mouth. Before catching his breath, Yang Juwon looked down, startled. Bloodshot eyes stared back.
Despite teary eyes, his tongue moved in circles. Philtrum, cheek, chin, other cheek. He withdrew the erection, saliva and milky semen stretching from his lips.
“Ha… ah.”
Choi Sungbin finally exhaled heavily. The usually neat man looked disheveled, a shocking sight.
Feeling drained, Yang Juwon sat up.
“You okay?”
“No way I’m okay. My mouth reeks of semen.”
Wiping the dripping semen with his hand, he toyed with Yang Juwon’s erection again.
“Why’d you go soft?”
Yang Juwon frowned at the question. How could he stay hard after seeing a guy with red eyes and semen dripping?
“…”
In contrast, Choi Sungbin was still vigorous. That stimulation should’ve softened him, but his erection remained fierce. Yang Juwon leaned in slowly.
He cautiously pressed his lips to the man’s still-messy mouth. Startled, Choi Sungbin shrugged, eyes wide.
“…Want me to suck?”
“…”
“Or we can just do it.”
He knew what came next. Choi Sungbin watched silently. Their eyes met, and he smiled faintly.
“You can’t even suck.”
“…”
“I did good, right? You loved it. Drooling and all.”
Yang Juwon frowned slightly but lowered his head, burying his face between Choi Sungbin’s legs.
“I’ll try hard.”
Murmuring, he covered the tip with his lips.
“Hn! Ngh! Ugh…”
As he thrust upward, a sharp breath burst from Choi Sungbin’s mouth. Yang Juwon spread his legs wide, taking him in. Despite the careful foreplay, the erection entering his hole was still dauntingly large.
He felt the veins with each thrust. Yang Juwon let out an “ah,” shaking his head rapidly.
“Hu, ah, feels good, sunbae…”
The man thrusting above showed restraint. It must be as tough for him. Yang Juwon’s eyes twitched, biting his lip hard.
Yang Juwon placed his hand on the cheek of Choi Sungbin, whose eyes were glazed as he thrust powerfully. Choi Sungbin rubbed his lips against Yang Juwon’s palm.
The man’s hands pressed against Yang Juwon’s chest. The forceful penetration of his erection scraped the inner walls. With each repeated thrust, Yang Juwon let out a pained breath.
Choi Sungbin tickled Yang Juwon’s nipples with both index fingers. Even while thrusting relentlessly, his hands never stopped teasing. Yang Juwon’s hips bucked.
Each time the hot erection stirred his insides, it felt like his flesh was melting. The constant sucking and touching made his nipples sting painfully.
With every thrust of Choi Sungbin’s hips, Yang Juwon’s erect member swayed and shook.
“Ugh, ngh, hn, ugh…”
Each time Choi Sungbin’s fingers moved, his nails grazed Yang Juwon’s nipples. A dull pleasure pooled around his chest. Twisting his shoulders, Choi Sungbin thrust even harder.
Thud!
“Gasp.”
The impact made Yang Juwon’s breath catch. Choi Sungbin leaned down and kissed him.
As his tongue probed every corner of Yang Juwon’s mouth, the heavy erection pressed against his inner walls. Hoo, Yang Juwon’s body tensed fully.
Without realizing, Yang Juwon arched his hips, tightening his buttocks. His hips kept lifting. His stomach felt full, nausea rising. Exhaling long and slow, he felt the wetness below.
Choi Sungbin’s thrusts grew more forceful. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump! With each thrust, Yang Juwon’s breathing became more ragged.
“Hn! Ngh, ugh! Ah… hn!”
“It’s like you’re coming with every thrust.”
“Hoo, yeah…”
“What if just looking at my fingers makes you wet later?”
Choi Sungbin laughed, joking. He rubbed his lips along Yang Juwon’s jawline and sat up. Grabbing Yang Juwon’s thighs, he pulled them toward himself. As his hips were lifted, Yang Juwon clawed at the bedsheet. There was nothing to hold onto. The fullness inside made him feel like he might vomit.
Slap, slap—! Their skin collided rapidly. Yang Juwon looked at the man through blurry vision. Sobs escaped without time to compose himself.
“Ah, hn, ngh! Yeah, ah, please, gently…! Ah! Ah, ahh…!”
Their eyes met. How long had he been watching? Overwhelmed by a flood of embarrassment, Yang Juwon tried to cover his face, but Choi Sungbin grabbed his wrist.
“Hiding your face again, huh?”
“Ah, hn, ah, embarrassed, ah, ah, ah…”
“Hug me. Ah, I’m gonna come.”
Yang Juwon wanted to raise his hands but lacked the strength. Choi Sungbin pulled his arms up for him. Yang Juwon wrapped them around his shoulders. The warmth was more hot than comforting.
Choi Sungbin’s breath dampened Yang Juwon’s skin. After a few more thrusts, he came with a short gasp. The strong rush of semen felt like a stream. Yang Juwon’s lower abdomen tensed again. He turned his head. A hot tongue licked his neck.
“Haaa, haa…”
Savoring the afterglow, Choi Sungbin thrust heavily. Sunbae, Yang Juwon, look at me, he whispered, kissing and licking everywhere his lips could reach. His affection felt awkward.
Once, just months ago, Yang Juwon had used his mouth only for Choi Sungbin’s release, but not anymore. Was this okay? As Choi Sungbin held the back of his head, kissing him, Yang Juwon sank into thought.
He knew the man’s fickleness. Choi Sungbin wasn’t kind or good-natured. He’d take advantage if given the chance and judged or belittled others.
Even now, this could just be temporary, and he might revert to his old ways when he got bored.
“Sunbae.”
“…”
“Yang Juwon.”
At his call, Yang Juwon met his eyes a beat late. Choi Sungbin, with a slightly sullen face, lifted him up. Yang Juwon found himself sitting on his thighs, facing him. Their noses brushed lightly and parted.
“What’re you thinking so hard about?”
“…”
“No good?”
He asked, arms around Yang Juwon’s waist. No way. Yang Juwon knew coming while impaled wasn’t easy.
Choi Sungbin did well. Probably from lots of experience.
“No.”
Yang Juwon shook his head, lowering it.
“Then it’s good?”
“…Yeah.”
He hated overthinking. Soft lips kissed and parted. The erection still inside felt foreign, making Yang Juwon shift his hips.
“Can you do it from the top?”
The wet tongue grazed his front teeth and probed his gums. Choi Sungbin did whatever he wanted. When he wanted sweet kisses, he was tenderer than ever, but even in awkward moments like now, he acted like Yang Juwon wouldn’t pull away.
“From the top?”
“Yeah. Like earlier.”
“Ah… hold on.”
Choi Sungbin helped support his waist. Trying to move, Yang Juwon saw him smile. He’s been smiling a lot lately.
Watching him, Yang Juwon let out a short “ah.” The position felt awkward as he leaned forward, strange.
“Do it.”
Choi Sungbin leaned against the headboard, leaving everything to Yang Juwon. Fidgeting, Yang Juwon placed his hands on his stomach.
Maybe doing it himself would be better. His own pace might be easier than being driven. Though the swaying erection between his spread legs was embarrassing, Yang Juwon slowly lifted his hips.
His calves ached like strained muscles. Sinking down heavily, he felt his body split.
“Ah…!”
“Seems slow.”
“Wait, just wait.”
It wasn’t easy. The intimidating size forced his flesh apart, and doing it himself was daunting. The semen inside helped as lubricant, but it was still overwhelming.
Thud, he sank again. Ah, Yang Juwon tilted his head back. Choi Sungbin reached out, toying with his erection.
“You’re leaking again.”
Chuckling, he tapped the tip with his fingers. Playing with the dripping semen, he wrapped his hand around the shaft, teasing the urethra with his index finger, tapping and tracing its shape.
Haaa, Yang Juwon exhaled long, trying to clench his thighs but was stopped by Choi Sungbin.
“Keep going.”
“Too… ah!”
“You’re doing it right.”
“Hn, ugh, ngh…”
“Move more, faster.”
Being on top was already torturous. Yang Juwon lifted and sank his hips a few more times. Thud, thud, he tilted his head back, sobbing with each thrust. Pulling his lower body forward, Choi Sungbin let out a low breath.
“Ha, sunbae, I actually prefer back-and-forth.”
“Ah, hn, hng…”
“Like earlier, yeah, ah.”
Moving forward, his lower abdomen felt strange. Choi Sungbin toyed with the dripping erection, giving orders. Yang Juwon obeyed.
His head spun. The grinding inside was hot. The sound of semen sloshing echoed. Mouth open, he moved his hips. As Choi Sungbin’s breath heated, his hand on the erection quickened.
“Hng, hn, yeah, ngh…”
“Wanna do it like this from now on? Looks better.”
“Ah, ahh, ah, wait.”
He needed the bathroom. It was hard to distinguish between urge and pleasure. Yang Juwon stopped moving.
“Bathroom, I need the bathroom…”
He pleaded as if climaxing. He hoped the glint in Choi Sungbin’s eyes was a trick of the light.
“It’s fine, keep going.”
“No, please, let go.”
“I’ll let you go when I come.”
“Ah, please…”
He called Yang Juwon a pervert during sex, yet here he was. Grimacing, Yang Juwon continued. To hasten climax, he moved his hips faster. Each time, his abdomen tightened, the bathroom urge growing.
Choi Sungbin exhaled hotly, moving his hand faster. The erection, slick with fluids, needed no lubricant. Just his hand made it slosh.
“Hn! Yeah, ngh! Ugh, ah, ha.”
“Ha, that’s it. Move faster, more.”
The overwhelming pleasure tensed his body. Yang Juwon trembled, tilting his head back.
“Ah, ahh…”
More than a moan, a raw sob escaped. His convulsing body fell back. Still holding the erection, he lay staring at the ceiling between Choi Sungbin’s legs.
“Ah, ah, ah…”
His legs kept trembling. His body, hotter than ever, cooled rapidly. The fullness in his stomach faded. Yang Juwon closed his eyes tightly.
His body didn’t feel like his own.
Without warning, a stream shot from his erection.
“Wow.”
A genuine gasp came from Choi Sungbin. With eyes closed, the sound was vivid.
Drip, drip, after being squeezed dry, Yang Juwon opened his eyes. Twitching his thighs, he exhaled short breaths.
“…”
He stared blankly at the white ceiling. Screwed up.
Did he pee? He raised an arm to cover his eyes. The erection inside withdrew, and weight pressed down.
“Men can squirt too.”
“…”
“Look at this, sunbae.”
Yang Juwon barely lifted his arm, opening one eye. Choi Sungbin’s hand was wet with something other than semen.
“…Stop.”
“You did it, so why tell me to stop? I haven’t come yet. You’re the only one enjoying it. Lift your legs.”
“Ah, please…”
“You like being on top, huh, sunbae.”
Choi Sungbin chuckled softly. Despite his innocent tone, he was relentlessly mean. Lifting Yang Juwon’s legs, he thrust again. How long would this go on? The fist-sized erection dug into his abdomen again.
“Hn… ah, please.”
“Stop begging.”
“Ah, hng, ah, hn! Yeah!”
“Just enjoy it. You like it, right?”
Yang Juwon closed his eyes tightly as Choi Sungbin thrust rapidly again. It was killing him.
His body ached. Yang Juwon opened his eyes, frowning. This wasn’t right. He reached between his legs. A dry voice came from over his shoulder. The lips on his shoulder were soft.
“Men are men, huh, sunbae.”
Yang Juwon turned his head. The owner of the hand fondling his erection in the morning said good morning with just a smile. Tap, tap, the hand lightly struck the shaft’s base.
“I didn’t touch it first. I was just wondering what you were doing, and you were hard.”
Who touches someone’s erection out of curiosity? Especially knowing they’re asleep. Yang Juwon turned over.
“Please.”
“Why keep saying please? Am I gonna flip you over and go at it this early?”
He did just hours ago. With summer’s long days, they’d fallen asleep after sunrise. He’d slept maybe an hour or two.
And with a slight push, it could happen again, so Yang Juwon squirmed. Just then, the alarm rang. The hand gripping his erection finally pulled away.
Sitting up, Choi Sungbin grabbed his phone. His back, sitting on the bed’s edge, was covered in nail marks. Yang Juwon stared, then looked away.
He had to go to school. Honestly, his body was wrecked. He didn’t know how he’d fallen asleep. Did he pass out?
Choi Sungbin, turning off the alarm, handed over the phone.
“Text that you can’t go to work.”
“Why?”
“Say you’re sick and hang out with me today.”
“Huh?”
“It’s morning, so text, not call. You have the manager’s number, right?”
“I do, but…”
“Hurry.”
Choi Sungbin shoved the phone at him. Yang Juwon sat up heavily. Under the silent pressure of his stare, he touched the phone.
He found the number he’d been given to contact in case of absence, to avoid no-shows. Starting the text with, Dear Manager, sorry for texting early…, the reply came quickly.
Telling him to rest well and see him tomorrow, Yang Juwon felt heavy. Was this okay? Meanwhile, Choi Sungbin looked thrilled.
“Just.”
“Yeah.”
“Quit your job and part-time gig?”
“Why?”
“If you need money, I’ll cover your expenses. Move out of your studio. We’ll go back and forth…”
“Once you quit, it’s hard to start again.”
“I said I’ll cover it.”
Offering to pay expenses so casually, he was like a spoiled prince. Yang Juwon laughed softly in the man’s arms as he pulled him close.
“You’ll spoil me.”
“It’s fine.”
“What if we break up?”
He threw around breakup threats like they were nothing. Even if he did it less lately, who knew when his whims would make it a habit again. Choi Sungbin might not realize, but Yang Juwon was getting used to his breakup talk.
Pausing, Choi Sungbin let him go. Yang Juwon saw the marks he’d left on his shoulder. Had he sucked or bitten them? He couldn’t recall.
Checking his expression a beat late, Choi Sungbin looked pale, as if he’d seen a ghost, with wide whites in his eyes. He hesitated, choosing his words, then reached out, intertwining his index finger with Yang Juwon’s.
“Sunbae.”
“Yeah.”
“Even if I say we should break up, hold onto me.”
“…”
“It means I’m upset, so hold me. Comfort me.”
“Oh.”
Yang Juwon licked his lips.
“Got it.”
He replied, then asked cautiously.
“But why not just not say it? Just tell me what’s upsetting you. I don’t always know.”
He seemed to understand. Silence backed it up. Who knows. Just don’t say it.
As Yang Juwon stayed quiet, Choi Sungbin muttered in a small voice.
“…I haven’t been saying it lately.”
“Right.”
Ahem, Yang Juwon cleared his throat after answering. He shifted the blanket. How did they sleep under this? It must be filthy.
He watched Choi Sungbin’s aimless eyes. Showing brief unease, he quickly changed the subject.
“My aunt’s coming today. It’s cleaning day.”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go out. She’ll come in the evening.”
“Wanna grab food?”
“Watch a movie too. And coffee.”
“Sure.”
Yang Juwon answered calmly, tapping Choi Sungbin’s nose. He smiled awkwardly.
“Let’s sleep. Wake up and go out.”
Their bodies pressed close. Yang Juwon felt his warmth.
Feeling strange, Yang Juwon stayed still. Being like this with Choi Sungbin felt unreal. The affection he showed, in any form, hit home.
Yang Juwon gently patted his arm.
“Can’t sleep.”