…The way he kissed him too. Yigyeom was embarrassed and shrank further into the blanket. When he thought of the kiss he had with Kwon Taejung, he could smell the rain on the tip of his nose. When he recalled the moment when he found Kwon Taejung’s arm wet pulling him from inside the tilted umbrella, his eyes grew warm again. Every time Yigyeom faced Kwon Taejung’s affection toward him, he melted away.
Yigyeom, who was frantically thinking of Kwon Taejung, was startled by the sudden vibrating sound from his bedside. On the screen, someone was calling him this early in the morning, and the name ‘Chief’ flashed across it. Yigyeom couldn’t take his eyes off it, and fearing that it might disappear, he quickly unlocked his phone and pressed the call button.
“…Hello?”
– Oh, you received it. Haven’t you slept yet? I wanted to ring you at least 10 times before giving up because I thought you were sleeping.
Kwon Taejung’s voice was deeper than usual, perhaps because he was drunk. Yigyeom could not hide his throbbing heart as he listened to the voice that sounded inebriated.
“…I can’t sleep. Chief… Are you still outside?”
– Yeah…I’m in front of your house.
“Ah…Are you leaving soon?”
– I want to hear your voice. I will leave after that.
Every time a low, slow voice resounded under the blanket in the quiet room, Yigyeom blushed a little bit. First, the ears where the voice first reached, then the nape of the neck where it rode down, and now all the places that were choked by a single voice.
Yigyeom thought that his grandfather would wake up, and he also wanted to talk more comfortably, so I quietly got out of the blanket and tip-toed out of the room.
– Where are you…?
“… I think it would be better if I come outside and talk to you.”
– Do you want to see me?
Yigyeom quietly opened and locked the door after hearing drowsy laughing mingled with his breathing. If it was this far, Grandpa wouldn’t wake up even if he spoke comfortably.
– You’re here?
“Hm….”
– Okay, come quickly…
Yigyeom went to the collapsed wall where Kwon Taejung often sat down, and when the latter heard how Yigyeom was coming, he tapped the floor with his shoes for no reason.
“Did you drink a lot?”
– Yeah…It’s been a long time since I drank this much.
“… You should hurry up and go to bed.”
– Don’t you want to see me? Hurry up and come…
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As if Kwon Taejung was waiting for him, Yigyeom, who had been rubbing the floor with his feet all the time talking, barely opened his lips while pressing his hot cheek with his other hand.
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“…Where are you?”
– In front of the house…in front…of your house
Yigyeom, who jumped up at Kwon Taejung’s last words, quickly glanced at both entrances of the alley. He hesitated, not knowing which entrance to look at, but eventually, Yigyeom moved to the nearest one. One step, two steps, his two feet, which started clearly, eventually started running to get out of the alley.
After leaving the alley, Yigyeom saw Kwon Taejung’s car at the entrance and stopped. His eyelashes became damp after seeing more clearly with his own two eyes that the ‘house’ Kwon Taejung mentioned was where I was. As soon as Yigyeom saw Kwon Taejung’s car, he lost his courage and moved his feet little by little as he approached Kwon Taejung’s black car, which was barely within reach of the streetlight.
Yigyeom’s heart was racing so quickly that he couldn’t say anything the closer he got. He took one step at a time to the back seat where the window was open, and he saw Kwon Taejung in the very weak light of the street lamp that barely reached the inside of the window. Kwon Taejung leaned against the seat, closed his eyes, and held his cell phone to his ear.
– Where are you?
“…I’m here.”
The voice was terribly small. He couldn’t even figure out how he said it, with a mixture of trembling, nervousness, and stupid feelings like he was going to cry.
Kwon Taejung, who opened his eyes at Yigyeom’s words, turned his head to look out the window at him and smiled. He was still holding the phone to his ear.
“Why are you so late…?”
The voice of Kwon Taejung could be heard both inside and outside the phone. Yigyeom watched Kwon Taejung lower his cell phone, and he followed suit and lowered the cell phone he was holding to my ear. The voice that brushed his ears was too hot.
“Why are you here now? I waited so long. Come in…quickly.”
Kwon Taejeong, who opened the door from inside, went further inside and gestured to Yigyeom. Yigyeom, who had been watching Kwon Taejung, quietly climbed up to the seat Kwon Taejung had been sitting on a moment ago and closed the door.
“…Chief’s house… I thought you were from there earlier.”
“Ah…my house? No. I was going to go there, but I came to see you.”
“… ”
It was the first time he had seen Kwon Taejung drunk, so it was hard to interact with him, but he found it cute that he spoke slower than usual.
“Why are you secretly staring at me again?”
Yigyeom finally looked at him, as Kwon Taejeong raised his hand and gently grabbed Yigyeom’s face, turning it toward him. Yigyeom was caught in Kwon Taejung’s warm, big hand and met his eyes.
Kwon Taejung admitted to drinking a lot, but he didn’t smell like it. Rather than the smell of alcohol, the scent of pheromones that smelled like dried roses from Kwon Taejeong was stronger. Yigyeom, who wanted to get closer and smell the scent more, was surprised by what he was imagining and averted his gaze again.
“Yigyeom-ah, what did you do today?”
“…I ate lunch…and…I went to my part-time job. There were a lot of people in the cafe today… So it ended about an hour late.”
“And…? Didn’t you miss me?”
Perhaps because of his drunkenness, Kwon Taejung casually uttered more direct words than usual. Yigyeom was startled by Kwon Taejung’s words and couldn’t answer right away, so he blinked quickly in embarrassment.
“I missed you. That’s why I didn’t go home and came to see you.”
Yigyeom met his eyes as he felt Kwon Taejung’s words flow from his heart. Since he was drunk, all of these trivial conversations would become volatile and disappear with the alcohol, so the thought that it would be okay to look into his eyes a little longer filled his head.
Yigyeom did not hide his beating heart and looked at Kwon Taejung without avoiding his eyes. It was his first and possibly only chance to be bold. When Kwon Taejung saw Yigyeom like that, he kept smiling and touching his cheek thinking he was cute.
“You know, you are so pretty.”
“…I am not.”
“What do you mean?”
“…I’m not pretty at all.”
“What are you talking about? Do you know how pretty you are in my eyes? You were pretty even in that picture.”
Kwon Taejeong, thinking of Yigyeom’s ID photo that vaguely popped into his mind, smiled again as he looked at Yigyeom who was confused about what he meant.
“Your ID photo. I saw the list of residents and their pictures when I first came here.”
“Ah…That…The picture must have looked weird…”
“Yeah, the real one is so much prettier.”
Yigyeom’s heart plummeted every time Kwon Taejung smiled. His tie was undone, and a few buttons on his shirt were undone, but he didn’t appear disheveled.
“Yigyeom.”
“…Yes.”
“Have you ever had a drink?”
“…I drank it once.”
“When?”
“When I finished my part-time job before… I went because hyung bought me chicken, and then I drank a sip of beer there.”
Laughing at the fact that he drank not just one glass, but one sip, Kwon Taejung lightly touched Yigyeom’s cheek with his fingertips.
“Why did you only take one sip?”
“It’s too bitter.”
Kwon Taejung, who smiled and shrugged his broad shoulders wondering how Yigyeom’s words were so soft and cute, squeezed Yigyeom’s soft cheeks with just enough force to not hurt. Yigyeom didn’t avoid his touch and just stayed still as he let him pinch and touch, was cute.
“You’re still a baby.”
“…No, I am an adult now…”
“Are you a grown-up?”
“When you are 20, you are an adult. I’m working, I’m making money…”
“Wow, then the only thing left for you is to date.”
Kwon Taejung, who was leaning on the seat, put his head on Yigyeom’s shoulder and closed his eyes feeling tired but never wanting to fall asleep.
“Ah…You smell so fucking good.”
Kwon Taejung, who had rubbed his head on Yigyeom’s shoulder and inhaled the pheromone scent, buried his face in the neck as if he had made up his mind. Yigyeom seized Kwon Taejung’s shoulders with both hands, surprised by the pleasant feeling of his lips pushed against his nape and his breath stroking him.
“…Ah…”
Kwon Taejung, who lost his self-control when he was drunk and even smelled Yigyeom’s good scent, had no qualms about skinship. He rubbed Yigyeom’s nape with his nose, opened his lips again, and kissed his lips. He lifted one of his hands and touched Yigyeom’s cheek, and then held his ear between his thumb and forefinger and rubbed it slowly. Yigyeom was dragged helplessly by Kwon Taejung.
“…Wait, wait…Chief…Oh, mh…”
Yigyeom’s breath quickened at the feeling of Kwon Taejung sucking his nape without pain. The soft, itchy feeling made his body feel strange again and again. It was embarrassing just to feel it, and every time he felt him lapping his skin, his thighs tightened. Yigyeom’s closed eyelids trembled at the temperature that warmed his whole body.
Yigyeom was pushed against the door by Kwon Taejung’s large body and barely could grab his hard shoulder with both hands. Only then did Kwon Taejung raise his face buried in his neck and look at Yigyeom.
“I think I am hard.”
Yigyeom thought for a moment trying to interpret what Kwon Taejung meant. Seeing Yigyeom like that, Kwon Taejung took one of his hands, kissed his wrist, and went up and buried his lips in the palm of his hand, kissing him incessantly. It was only then that Yigyeom, who understood Kwon Taejung’s words, quickly shook his head.
Drunken honesty