Chapter 11.3
Chapter 11.3
‘What should I do with this guy?’
It was a strange desire. Sangwoo had nothing in common with the people Jaeyoung had been entangled with in the past. There was not a single part of him that was attractive, and while he was quiet, he was also very stubborn. He may be an expert in several fields, but he was an imbecile when it came to dating.
Jaeyoung, who had tried dating as much as he could, didn’t follow his opponent around, because he didn’t like him. There are so many people in the world, so he had thought that he wouldn’t need to hang on to the passion that would flare up on a cool day anyway. However, why couldn’t he do that with Chu Sangwoo? Just be cool, indifferent, and not clingy?
At that point, Sangwoo opened his eyes. He blinked a few times as if he were sleepy and then opened his eyes to the size of a 500-won coin.
“No, I didn’t do anything,” Jaeyoung quickly said.
It was obvious that he wouldn’t be believed if he said such a thing right before the typical and expected kiss. Sangwoo’s chest rose and fell. Jaeyoung raised his hands as if he were a criminal caught trying to rob a bank and confirming he was unarmed.
“It’s a misunderstanding. Stay calm.”
He then slowly lowered his right arm.
“Look. I was just going to do this.”
When he pushed the red button, the seatbelt that was wrapped around Sangwoo’s chest loosened and retracted.
Sangwoo breathed heavily with lowered eyes. Jaeyoung had to return to his seat, but he was unable to move.
“I… have… something… to… tell… you…”
The air in the car felt as hot as a sauna. No, it wasn’t just a feeling. The windows were filled with steam. The inhalations and exhalations were hot and heavy.
“What I want to tell you… ah, fuck…”
‘Oh, he’s the type to curse when he’s drunk.’
It was the second time he had seen him curse. Sangwoo groaned while frowning. He covered his eyes with his palm and stayed that way for a while. Shortly after, the eyes that reappeared, looked exhausted.
“So, what I’m trying to say. Ah… It’s really driving me nuts.”
‘You’re so sexy, you fucker.’
It had been a while since he had regarded him as innocent. Now, all he had to do was breathe in order for it to be an erotic movie. It was hard to hold off when it was continuously alternating between an R-rated and a G-rated scene. Jaeyoung swallowed only saliva.
“I… I, I’m… Me. After studying…”
‘Sorry, but I’m not the slightest interested in what you’re saying.’
The only thing Jaeyoung did was observe Sangwoo’s moving lips: the shape of the two lips closing after parting.
“The legal way… (blah blah blah)… paying (blah blah blah)… download…”
‘What the hell is he talking about?’
“Really… (blah blah blah)… violence (blah blah blah)… office…”
Finally, the audio was cut off. Only the lips were moving, but he couldn’t hear any sound. The moment he turned deaf by lust, Jaeyoung lost his reason and pounced on Sangwoo.
“Ah!”
It sounded like something between a scream and a moan. Jaeyoung’s lips swallowed Sangwoo’s voice. Sangwoo’s tongue, which had hesitated for a second, soon charged forward. He had been thinking it was like a vacuum cleaner for a while now. He had merely not known how to play hard to get, so why did he become this impatient? He was pulled away exactly like that. Jaeyoung wrapped himself around Sangwoo’s tongue and sucked it. Roughly. Even more roughly, he sucked his lips like someone who was running out of time.
Sangwoo’s fingers dug into the back of Jaeyoung’s head and grabbed his hair. He wrapped his other arm around Jaeyoung’s back and pulled him towards himself. These days, it was Jaeyoung who was dragged around. His left knee swung over Sangwoo’s thigh. He moved the center of his weight to the passenger seat and sat with his butt on Sangwoo’s lap. They kissed as he leaned over him.
“Gasp. Gasp…”
Sangwoo pushed Jaeyoung’s face away and vomited. Jaeyoung was gasping in the same way. Was he a beast or a human? He felt ashamed for a moment, but he was relieved when he saw a pair of eyes looking at him. Jaeyoung didn’t feel any need to refrain as carnal desire was brightly written in Sangwoo’s eyes. Even just watching was a waste of time. Before they could even catch their breath, their lips stuck together once again.
He felt like biting them off and devouring them. He wanted to leave a mark on his skin and engrave his name on it. Sexual desire? Romantic feelings? He didn’t feel the need to distinguish between them.