I am not a Yandere EPILOGUE 14- MATURE

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“Hyung… if you’re going to do this, at least take it slow.”

Unfortunately, Yeongdeok wasn’t exactly the type to heed Jihoon’s suggestions.

Instead, he pressed his hips down further, fully seating himself.

The heat and tightness of Yeongdeok’s walls enveloped Jihoon entirely, pulling a strained groan from him.

Unlike the initial discomfort, the slickness now allowed for a snug yet tantalizingly smooth fit.

“Ah… ngh…”

The soft moan Yeongdeok let out, accompanied by the slight scrunch of his brow, etched itself vividly into Jihoon’s memory.

His usual composed expression made this uncharacteristic display all the more provocative.

Using his hands to steady himself on Jihoon’s chest, Yeongdeok began to lift his hips only to drop them back down, repeating the motion in an increasingly frenzied rhythm.

Each movement elicited wet, rhythmic sounds as their bodies collided, and Jihoon’s length hit deep within Yeongdeok with every thrust.

As the pressure inside built, Yeongdeok’s trembling form and flushed expression became too much for Jihoon to bear.

He tightened his grip on Yeongdeok’s hips, his own movements becoming more desperate.

“Hyung… I’m close…”

Yeongdeok’s breathing was ragged, his lips parted as his own pleasure neared its peak.

With a trembling hand, he reached for his own arousal, but before he could do more than graze it, Jihoon’s hand covered his, guiding him in unison with their movements.

“I love you, hyung,” Jihoon whispered, the words spilling out between his panting breaths.

Sweet words of affection clung to Yeongdeok’s ears.

At the same time, Jihoon’s swollen tip slammed firmly into Yeongdeok’s prostate.

The world before Yeongdeok’s eyes turned white as waves of overwhelming pleasure washed over him, leaving his body utterly limp.

He released thick streams of his essence from his trembling length, collapsing against Jihoon like someone who had expended every last ounce of strength.

Jihoon, too, reached his peak the moment Yeongdeok did, unable to hold back as the tight, pulsing vibrations within sent him over the edge.

Gazing at his panting, endearing lover resting on his chest, Jihoon pulled him closer by the nape of his neck and embraced him tightly, his heart swelling with warmth.

“You love me too… don’t you, hyung?”

“…You stubborn brat, do I have a choice?”

“You don’t listen to me either, hyung.”

“What a cheeky… little—ugh.”

“There you go again.”

Jihoon chuckled, unbothered by the repeated accusation of cheekiness. His lips were still lively, even in moments like this.

As he kissed and sucked at Yeongdeok’s neck, already marked with the faint bruises he had left, Jihoon finally pulled back to meet Yeongdeok’s gaze.

Then, as if to silence him, Jihoon pressed their lips together while their bodies remained intimately connected.

Though Yeongdeok had grumbled and protested earlier, he didn’t push Jihoon’s lips away. Instead, he responded, his tongue teasing as if he wanted to devour Jihoon in return.

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After their first time as lovers, Jihoon and Yeongdeok stepped into the bathroom together to clean up.

Jihoon poured warm water from the showerhead over Yeongdeok, who was sitting in a small bathtub barely big enough to fit one adult man.

“How’s the water temperature? Is it okay?”

“It’s fine,” Yeongdeok replied, letting his previously tense shoulders relax.

To Jihoon, that little gesture was irresistibly endearing.

“So, how was it? I don’t think you’ve told me yet.”

“…”

In the videos Jihoon had seen, the bottom always cried out things like, “Ahh! Oh, yes!” surrendering completely to their instincts.

But Yeongdeok, whether it was because of his personality or something else, hadn’t fully let go, even in the heat of the moment.

Was he not satisfied enough to vocalize it?

Come to think of it, even when saying “I love you,” Yeongdeok had only done so reluctantly after being prodded.

The thought made Jihoon uneasy.

“It’s because it was the first time! It’s normal to be a little lacking at first!”

“I never said anything.”

“But you’re staying silent because it wasn’t totally satisfying, aren’t you?”

Yeongdeok leisurely observed Jihoon’s flustered expression.

His pride wouldn’t let him admit that it had been better than expected, so he kept his true feelings tucked away.

“Next time, I’ll do better. I’ll study hard, so just think of today as your younger boyfriend trying his best, and let it slide.”

Jihoon’s determination burned brightly.

It was both foolish and endearing, and seeing him like that stirred a mischievous urge in Yeongdeok.

“You’d better. Otherwise, I might have to take over.”

Jihoon gulped nervously, unaware that Yeongdeok didn’t actually mean it.

What made him tense was Yeongdeok’s brilliance—he was good at everything.

Jihoon was sure that if Yeongdeok wanted to, he could be a better top than him.

That thought only strengthened Jihoon’s resolve to improve.

“Got it. I’ll do better from now on. Love you, hyung.”

Using the magic words “I love you” as his trump card, Jihoon leaned in and placed a small kiss on Yeongdeok’s damp eyelid.

Then, squeezing a generous amount of lavender-scented shampoo into his hand, he began massaging it into Yeongdeok’s hair.

Whether it was the relaxing water temperature, Jihoon’s comforting touch, or just the exhaustion catching up to him, Yeongdeok’s eyelids drooped.

As he blinked slowly, he eventually succumbed to sleep right there in the tub.

“Hyung? Are you asleep?” Jihoon’s voice faded into the background as sleep claimed Yeongdeok.

In that hazy moment, he finally murmured the words he’d held back during their earlier intimacy: ‘I love you.’

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After their trip to Busan, Jihoon was preparing for the start of a new semester, while Yeongdeok busied himself reopening his chicken shop.

Before the grand reopening, he and Jihoon went to the shop to clean the space that hadn’t been maintained for months.

As soon as they stepped inside, they were greeted by a cloud of dust hanging in the air.

Jihoon hurried to open the windows.

“It’s a mess. This is going to take a while to sort out.”

“We’ll take it slow.”

“Yeah, I’ll help.”

Together, they dusted every surface and cleaned each table.

Yeongdeok found a strange satisfaction in watching the shop slowly transform with each swipe of his cloth.

The entire cleaning process took a full week, and by the end, the kitchen gleamed.

Even the fryer, sink, gas pipes, and utensils sparkled as if brand new.

“When’s the grand opening?”

“I’ve got a date in mind, but it’ll be after your semester starts.”

“Then I’ll help promote it. And…”

Jihoon trailed off, brushing Yeongdeok’s cheek lightly before puckering his lips.

“I worked hard cleaning. Don’t I deserve a reward?”

“What, did a ghost who died longing for kisses attach itself to you?”

“You like it too, hyung.”

Yeongdeok rolled his eyes at Jihoon’s confident assumption, but despite thinking he was getting too cheeky, he closed his eyes.

The slight rebellious thrill of sharing a kiss in their workplace swept over them, adding a faint rush of excitement.

Jihoon pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, lingering briefly before pulling away.

By now, this sort of thing wasn’t new, but his reddened ears betrayed his lingering shyness.

“Haha…” Jihoon laughed awkwardly, grabbing a cloth to wipe down an already-spotless table.

He scrubbed away with exaggerated effort, as if trying to erase his embarrassment.

A photo of the pristine shop interior popped up on Ha Wonjin’s phone, sent by Yeongdeok.

[Ha Wonjin: You’re reopening, huh?]

[Ha Wonjin: I’ll definitely visit.]

[Ha Wonjin: When’s the date?]

Yeongdeok also began promoting his shop through a group chat with friends.

[We’re reopening the chicken shop. Come visit, and I’ll throw in free drinks.]

[Gwak Dupal: Sweet! Now that I’ve discovered the joys of beer, I’m in.]

[Daerimdong Fist: Lol, Gwak Dupal went to one MT and became a total drunkard.]

[Gwak Dupal: I’ll bring friends, so throw in some beer on the house!]

However, Yeongdeok hesitated when he reached Seonwoo’s chat.

Still unsure of where they stood, he decided not to reach out.

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