As Seok Beomjun was swallowing his doubts, a white, slender finger wiping away the moisture brushed ever so lightly against his cheek.
In that exact moment, Seok Beomjun was seized by a sensation akin to rolling waves.
A scene of slowly sinking deep into the fathomless ocean unfolded before his eyes.
“Ah…….”
Where on earth am I right now? Seok Beomjun couldn’t even gauge it.
Only the sensation of being thoroughly drenched was vivid.
What was I doing again?
His mind felt blank.
What is this quiet and serene feeling?
No pain whatsoever could be felt.
Not the headache that had been relentlessly pounding his brain, not the ringing in his ears that sounded like a constant beep, nor the sensation tightening around his heart—none of it was there.
Feeling blankly distant, Seok Beomjun let out a massive breath the moment the man’s finger pulled away from his cheek.
“Hah……!”
The feeling of being forcibly hauled back up after plunging into the abyss was thoroughly unpleasant.
He never wanted to come out of that deep, quiet place; he wanted to stay trapped there forever.
Again, I want to taste that sensation again.
Instinctively, Seok Beomjun grabbed the man’s wrist.
“Shit…….”
Curses spilled out of their own accord.
It was irresistible.
He even had the illusion of falling into an abyss even deeper than before.
The sensation of his body sinking lazily.
The feeling as if he had fallen into eternal rest, entirely devoid of the raging pain he had felt moments ago.
Had he ever felt such peacefulness in his life?
Gasping with his mouth open like a traveler wandering a desert tasting the spring water of an oasis, Seok Beomjun panted.
His physical condition was peacefully and stably quiet beyond words.
But why was his breathing growing hurried?
It felt as though his body was heating up, a surge of excitement rising within him.
Even his groin grew tight.
Right this second, he wanted to whip out his dick and shove it roughly up the man’s back passage.
What the hell is this cursed impulse?
He was getting a hard-on for another bastard with a dick?
……Me?
Seok Beomjun couldn’t believe it.
Yet, even as he thought that, he pulled the captured man tightly against him.
“Ah!”
Because of that, the man was completely trapped in Seok Beomjun’s embrace.
The man’s face buried itself deeply into a chest packed tight with hard muscle.
The faint breath felt through their clothes drove Seok Beomjun mad.
A sweet scent rushed to the tip of his nose.
For another guy, even the scent he gave off was sweet.
“Ha, fuck.”
Seok Beomjun felt like he was going crazy with how good it felt.
Just holding another guy completely in his arms felt insanely good—enough to make him want to make the man in his arms entirely his own.
“Um…….”
“What, why.”
“Could you let me go now?”
Even though he had been forcibly hugged by a stranger, the man was docile.
He was as innocent as someone who didn’t even know what getting angry was like.
Lowering his gaze at the strange feeling, a youthful-looking cheek came into view.
Seeing the cheek dyed a pale pink shade gave him a rough idea of the man’s age.
“Hey. Just how old are you, anyway?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Are you going to answer nicely or not?”
“Twenty.”
“Fucking baby, shit.”
Seok Beomjun let out a hollow laugh.
There was a gap of well over a full zodiac cycle between them.
Seok Beomjun was thirty-three, meaning there was a thirteen-year age difference.
Despite the astronomical age gap, Seok Beomjun couldn’t give up.
‘Shit, how am I supposed to let this go?’
“Name?”
“Seo Yuan.”
“Go to university?”
“No.”
“Then do you work a part-time job or something?”
Seo Yuan shook his head.
Seok Beomjun went “Hm,” then asked, “Unemployed?”
“Umm……. I have a job, for now.”
It was an ambiguous answer, but Seok Beomjun let it slide.
That wasn’t what was important right now.
He couldn’t just let this kid go here.
“Never mind that, punch in your number.”
Seok Beomjun pulled his phone out from his jacket and held it out to Seo Yuan.
But unlike earlier when he answered right away, Seo Yuan hesitated this time.
“You don’t want to give your number to some old mister, is that it?”
Seok Beomjun glared fiercely.
He had thought that unlike modern kids, the kid’s personality was docile enough that he’d hand over his number easily, but he must have miscalculated.
Did the kid think he’d just give up?
His eyes flashing, Seok Beomjun stared at the red lips visible just beneath the brim of the cap.
“No. It’s not that…….”
“If not, what, fuck.”
“I don’t have one.”
“What?”
He wondered what kind of novel rejection method this was.
Do kids these days reject people like this?
Seok Beomjun was starting to get annoyed, but he held it in.
If he acted according to his original nature, the kid in front of him would definitely get scared and run off.
“Stop bullshitting and give it if I ask. I’m not a suspicious person.”
Seok Beomjun shook his phone with a voice that was relatively kind, but Seo Yuan only shook his head in response.
“I really don’t have one. My hyung didn’t give me one.”
“Hyung?”
“Yeah.”
Seeing him nod docilely, it didn’t seem like a lie. Yeah, it certainly looked like it, but…… for some reason, the word “hyung” bothered him.
At twenty, even if he was young, it was an age where one could live independently, so the fact that some hyung character hadn’t given him a phone bothered him for some reason.
“Your actual older brother?”
“No. A hyung I know.”
An acquaintance hyung didn’t give him a phone, so he has no number?
Wasn’t that even weirder? Seok Beomjun’s mood grew increasingly strange.
This brat, could it be…….
“How old is that hyung?”
“He’s seven years older than me.”
“Are you being sponsored by any chance?”
“……Pardon?”
“I asked if you’re getting sponsored, kid.”
Seok Beomjun felt his blood boiling in reverse.
Shit, if this brat really was getting sponsored, he intended to thoroughly beat the bastard doing the sponsoring to a pulp.
If the kid was doing this because he needed money, Seok Beomjun could just do it for him instead.
It would be his first time sponsoring another guy with a dick, but the feeling wasn’t half bad.
A brat of this caliber was on the cute side, absolutely.
Seok Beomjun let his imagination run wild on his own.
“I’m not a celebrity, though?”
“H-Huh?”
“That’s something celebrities get, right? Sponsorship.”
“What kind of bullshit are you spouting all of a sudden?”
“Sponsorship is like, getting ad endorsements for celebrities, right……? Isn’t it?”
What on earth should he do with this brat?
Seok Beomjun stared down silently at Seo Yuan, who was spouting nonsense.
Because he still had his cap pulled down deep, he couldn’t quite tell what his face looked like.
Why on earth would anyone wear a cap that covered half their face like that?
Driven by a growing urge to rip that cap to shreds, Seok Beomjun put it into action without hesitation.
Well, hopefully his face was as reasonably cute as his voice.
With a light heart, Seok Beomjun abruptly snatched the cap off Seo Yuan’s head.
And at that moment.
“……Crazy.”
Seok Beomjun lost his mind at Seo Yuan’s fully revealed appearance.
Shit, what is this?
