“Ah… huh, mm…”
The ecstatic moans spread into the embrace. Kwon Taejung made an effort to compose himself and caressed Yigyeom’s genitals. While trying to relieve the built-up heat and pleasure, as his finger reached the perineum, Yigyeom’s body trembled noticeably.
“Mm, feels good…”
Kwon Taejung felt like he might lose control any moment. His mind was filled only with the deChiefe to thrust and plunge into Yigyeom’s pheromones. He wanted to yield himself to them desperately. Even if begged to stop, he didn’t want to release Yigyeom, feeling almost obsessed with the chaotic impulse.
“Damn it.”
With his finger gliding over the wet entrance, Kwon Taejung paused the probing finger, trying to resist the urge to delve in further. Swiftly, he helped Yigyeom reach his climax.
“Uh… ah, ah!”
With a shudder, Yigyeom’s body collapsed into Kwon Taejung’s embrace. As Kwon Taejung withdrew his fingers stained with semen, he spread them apart, watching the fluid drip between his fingers before lightly touching them with the tip of his tongue.
“…”
The tip of Kwon Taejung’s tongue, filled with the deChiefe for more, touched the whitish substance that clung to Yigyeom’s body.
He wiped his tongue on a tissue he retrieved from beside the bed. He needed to tidy up this situation quickly. If not, he wasn’t sure what he might do to the sleeping Yigyeom. He couldn’t afford Yigyeom to wake up and mistrust him.
A creeping deChiefe to touch more places emerged in his mind. Overwhelmed by a sudden surge of impulse, Kwon Taejung plunged back into Yigyeom’s swollen lips, breathing heavily.
Pressing the chin to part the lips, he inserted his tongue, exploring the moist tip, and sucked it. He trailed his lips over Yigyeom’s cheeks, earlobes, and neck. He pushed his tongue deeper, causing a long sigh to escape Yigyeom’s lips.
“Ha…”
He wanted to fill the narrow space inside like before. He wanted to touch the outline of the dry belly where his genitalia used to be, to make him writhe and struggle.
It wasn’t difficult to cover the body, melted by my touch. Honestly, it was harder not to do it than to do it. Even without relying on pheromones, he could make Yigyeom cling to me as much as he wanted. If it wasn’t him, it had to be him. If he remembered himself, the body naturally approached and embraced him.
“…”
But Yigyeom made it difficult. It wasn’t about Yigyeom’s body; it was about the existence of Yeon Yigyeom. Some might call what he felt a deadlock, but Kwon Taejung didn’t see it that way.
The emotions toward this lovely and warm Yigyeom didn’t allow such words to stick.
“Ha…”
He wanted to protect and keep Yigyeom safe. He wanted to be loved by Yigyeom. So, suppressing the unwillingness to let go, Kwon Taejung detached both lips and body that were entangled. With a heart yearning to look back, he headed for the bathroom.
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With Yigyeom’s body still sticking to him due to body temperature and breath, it wasn’t easy to calm down with just one self-indulgence.
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After masturbating three times in a row and thoroughly washing up, I finally regained some clarity. Determined not to disturb the barely sleeping Yigyeom due to pain, Kwon Taejung approached the bed with a dry towel to wipe Yigyeom’s body.
“…”
As soon as he saw Yigyeom, the determination made moments ago faded away, and the desire to dive back surged. Suppressing that urge forcefully, Kwon Taejung gently straightened out the disheveled legs of the soundly sleeping Yigyeom.
Whenever he saw places dampened with bodily fluids, my hand holding the towel would tighten, but he endured it.
He didn’t want to do anything I would regret anymore. He didn’t want to hear complaints from Yigyeom, who had cooled down and regained consciousness, and he didn’t want to feel unwanted or hated. So Kwon Taejung cleaned Yigyeom’s body thoroughly, changed his clothes, covered him with a blanket, and finally let go. He just kept gazing at Yigyeom’s deeply sleeping face.
It hurt emotionally, but still, I thought it was fortunate that it hurt in a place visible to me.
***
Yigyeom finally regained consciousness after three days of suffering. The fever subsided, and the body ache disappeared, but his mind still felt foggy. Lying on the bed, staring at the dim room, Yigyeom slowly recalled the things he remembered.
This was Kwon Taejung’s house, the house in the residential area where he had briefly packed his belongings and come. He remembered the comfort, the always pleasant fragrance, and how each day was enjoyable with Kwon Taejung. Sometimes, waking up in the middle of the night, the warm bed felt good, and seeing Kwon Taejung’s face as he slept facing me was also pleasant.
“…”
And… the funeral of his grandfather. The meals they had together after sitting face to face for the first time in days, the coffee that was strong and sweet due to less water. And also…
He recalled Goo Daebeom swearing and shouting at the funeral home. Yigyeom sighed softly, remembering what he had said. Somehow, he wondered why he was still in Kwon Taejung’s house, lying on the bed. With the thought that this shouldn’t be, Yigyeom, who had forcibly lifted his body, closed his eyes on his heavy head.
“Ah? Are you awake? Yigyeom, are you okay? Why? Is your head hurting?”
The door opened, and Kwon Taejung approached, pouring out his voice suddenly. Startled, Yigyeom opened his eyes and looked at Kwon Taejung approaching. Tears seemed to well up again when he saw his face.
“…I’m fine now.”
“Do you have a fever? Let me check.”
As the large hand suddenly approached and touched his forehead, Yigyeom, surprised, shrunk his shoulders. When the hand that had touched his forehead descended to his cheek and covered it, his heart thumped loudly.
“Thank goodness. It’s still a bit warm. It was boiling until last night.”
The smiling face still fluttered Yigyeom’s heart enough to hurt. Following the face where the smile lingered, his gaze could not be stopped.
“Let’s eat some porridge. I’ll bring it.”
“…I’ll go home now.”
Kwon Taejung, who was about to leave the room to get the porridge, turned back and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Do you really have to go?”
“…Yes… I’m sorry. I should have left earlier, but I caused trouble because I was in pain…”
“Eat the porridge at least. I’ll take you. Don’t say it’s okay. You’re not okay. You look better than yesterday, but you’re not completely well. You don’t have color in your face, and you still look painful. So eat the porridge, take the medicine, and I’ll drive you home.”
“…”
“It’s better if you don’t go.”
There was no strength to refuse Kwon Taejung’s words from the beginning. In acceptance, Yigyeom silently nodded his head. Only after confirming that answer did Kwon Taejung leave the room.
“…”
Thinking that this was a process of returning to his original place, there was no reason not to listen to Kwon Taejung’s words. Even if the short process of eating porridge and taking medicine extended, it wouldn’t change anything.
As Yigyeom waited for Kwon Taejung, sitting absentmindedly, he easily wiped away the tears that welled up, brushing them with the back of his hand.
“Did you cry?”
At the sudden sound, Yigyeom finished wiping his eyes and raised his head. Kwon Taejung, holding a tray, set it down beside the bed and offered the bowl of porridge to Yigyeom.
“If it’s too hot, I cooled it down a bit, in case you couldn’t eat.”
“…”
“Take your time eating. If you can’t finish it all, leave some.”
“…Thank you.”
Actually, Yigyeom wanted to believe Kwon Taejung’s words about liking him. He wanted to believe it was because Kwon Taejung still treated him well, even after promising not to appear on the show.
Knowing that Kwon Taejung approached him with a purpose, and understanding that the ultimate goal was the peaceful dismantling of the village, he wished to think positively, assuming that it was just for a good reason. Even though he approached him due to the show, he wanted to believe that was just a tiny initial step, and now, with so much having changed, he wanted to believe as he wished.
Because I liked him. Because I had ended up liking him.
However, the approach of the gang boss from the village and the son of the conglomerate Taesung Group, who was the owner of this construction site, felt drastically different. Even the feelings he thought he shared seemed like a part of his calculated plan, so he was afraid that once he achieved his goal, these feelings would all disappear.
It felt like the tomorrow where he could dream a little with the Kwon Taejung he knew had completely vanished. Now, knowing that they were in completely different positions, he couldn’t even dare to think about tomorrow with him.
“…”
Could he go back to where he was? Where was that place? Could he just go back to a time without Kwon Taejung and live as if nothing had happened? What does it mean that there’s no Kwon Taejung now… Not being able to see his smile? Not being able to feel his warmth, his soothing voice, or his embrace anymore? Could he endure that? Just thinking about it made his heart tremble with fear.
But even the smallest desire to hold onto something felt absurd, as he, who knew nothing, didn’t seem to fit with the son of a massive conglomerate chairman. How could the last resident of the dismantling village, whom Taesung had to destroy, be with Kwon Taejung?
He thought it would have been more comforting if Kwon Taejung were truly a gangster, or even a manager handling the dismantling work.
It was ironic that after listing all the reasons why he didn’t like gangsters, now, he found himself wishing that Kwon Taejung had been one. Yigyeom chuckled softly with a spoonful of porridge and raised his head toward the unwavering gaze fixed on him.
“…I thought it would have been better if you were really a gangster.”
“…”
“…Am I really the worst? Just a few days ago, I wished you weren’t a gangster… but now, I’m thinking I’d rather you were… It’s just…”
Every time he closed his eyes, tears trickled down Yigyeom’s face. Kwon Taejung, with an anguished expression, reached out and wiped away the tears streaming down his cheeks.
“I said I didn’t like gangsters and didn’t want that… It wasn’t a joke.”
“I know.”
“…No. You don’t know. If you did, you wouldn’t have continued deceiving yourself as a gangster… Whenever I started to rely on you, it scared me too much. I worried about starting to like you. Even though I thought it was wrong… whenever you said you liked me and smiled at me, I kept rationalizing it, hoping it was okay.”
Though his voice trembled, his tone remained composed. Yigyeom suppressed the tears, not wanting to appear foolish by not being able to express what he should.
“…That I like you… That I’ve come to like you… Even though you knew all of that…”
Yigyeom had once thought he wanted to hear those words, but he hadn’t expected to hear them like this from Kwon Taejung. Seeing Yigyeom, not laughing in pain but shedding tears, and knowing this wasn’t the beginning but the end, Kwon Taejung couldn’t utter a word.
“…I said I didn’t like gangsters… and doing everything you said… and the more I tried not to like you, the more I did… and all of that, all of it was evident to you… Now, you’re not a gangster, and I’m saying I’d rather you were, which doesn’t make sense… I feel so, so embarrassed.”
“…”
“I’m weird too… I can’t even imagine how ridiculous and strange I must look in your eyes…”
