“Why… are you curious about that?”
“Because I’m curious. I wonder how good he is for him to be contacting you even after you broke up because he can’t get his head straight.”
“……”
“When you sleep with a man, are you the one who gets pinned? You look exactly like the type.”
Drunk as he was, his rational judgment was dull, but Giyun’s emotions were more intense than ever.
Shame and resentment rose to the top of his head. Giyun bit his trembling lips so hard the blood stopped flowing.
“What do you get out of throwing your body around like that?”
His body moved before his mind. His drunken brain made possible something he had never imagined before.
Giyun finally couldn’t take the insulting remarks anymore and swung his hand. His attempt to strike the mouth that poured out nothing but vitriol whenever it opened ended in futile failure as Seungjo grabbed Giyun’s wrist.
He raised his other hand, but the result was the same.
“What is it that’s offending you?”
Giyun struggled to pull his captured arms away, but Seungjo didn’t budge.
The fact that he still seemed calm while hurling one shitty question after another made Giyun’s indignation boil over.
“If I’m wrong, tell me I’m wrong.”
“It’s because your words are filthy, that’s why.”
“What?”
“Didn’t you hear me? Speak nicely, Seungjo-ya.”
Even though both his arms were held, his spirit was more formidable than ever.
Giyun glared straight at Seungjo.
The man’s rarely seen dazed expression was a sight to behold.
Taking advantage of the moment he was caught off guard, Giyun violently shook off his arms.
“Why? You’re talking down to me too.”
Ha, a hollow laugh escaped him. Giyun didn’t stop
Like a spreading wildfire, once it burst, it was uncontrollable. He felt like he wanted to return every single harsh word he had received until now if he could.
“Either lose interest in me completely or despise me openly. Please just do one of the two. You said you didn’t care if I liked men or whatever! So why are you curious if I sleep with men?”
There was no answer.
Even though Giyun’s voice was getting louder, Seungjo just let him be.
Giyun felt an urge to provoke the man before him who seemed infuriatingly calm. He wanted to see him shaken up, somehow. Even if it was only half as much as he was.
“Don’t tell me you’re curious about what it’s like with a man?”
“Stop right there.”
A low voice sounded a belated warning. When he showed signs of displeasure, Giyun felt a sense of exhilaration instead. He had managed to unsettle him.
“I’ll give you a special lesson. Since you, Seungjo, say you find it so fascinating.”
A bold action followed the defiant words.
Giyun grabbed Seungjo’s collar with both hands. He intended to pull Seungjo toward him, but since Seungjo didn’t budge with his back against the driver’s seat, Giyun ended up being pulled toward the driver’s seat instead.
It was too close—closer than he thought. Their noses were almost touching. Giyun clenched his trembling fists. The well-pressed, crisp shirt fabric was ruthlessly crumpled in his hands.
He had approached boldly, prepared to be cursed out even if it meant kissing him, but the moment he faced him, his confidence rapidly vanished.
This was something he couldn’t do even with the help of alcohol. Besides, shouldn’t he have some experience to even pretend to teach him something?
Reality sank in late. He felt hopeless about how to handle the aftermath. He had done something disgusting.
The man had only spoken, but Giyun had acted. He might not just get cursed at; he might get beaten up. Maybe he’d even go to jail.
Strangely, Seungjo was silent. Even at this moment, his face, which didn’t reveal his thoughts, stared intently at Giyun.
The longer he faced that face inches away, the more confused and helpless Giyun became.
He couldn’t tell if the sound of his pounding heart was due to anger or something else. Only the sound of his own heart could be heard inside the quiet car.
It was so close he felt it could be heard. He felt he would be found out.
In the end, Giyun backed down on his own.
“…Please don’t talk to me like that, please….”
Muttering in a voice no louder than a mosquito’s buzz, Giyun slowly let go of the collar he was holding.
It was the moment he was hesitantly pulling back the face he had recklessly thrust forward.
Just then, a large hand cupped the back of his head.
Giyun was pulled back helplessly by the strong grip.
Before he could even properly pull away, they were close enough that their lips touched this time.
Seungjo swallowed Giyun’s lips just like that.
“……!”
Giyun’s eyes widened to their limit.
A tongue invaded, parting the lips that had opened in surprise.
There was no time to resist. The tongue that had made Giyun so upset was now messily poking around every corner of his mouth.
The moment he was sucked so hard it felt like the root of his tongue would be pulled out, a moan escaped Giyun involuntarily at the stinging and tingling sensation.
But even that sound was swallowed up inside Seungjo’s mouth.
It was a kiss that felt like being eaten alive. His mind went blank and then returned repeatedly.
Giyun, for whom everything was a first, had no way of knowing if a kiss was originally an act that took away a person’s soul like this.
There was no sense of reality in this situation at all. He thought he might be dreaming because he was so drunk, but even without thinking about it, it was clear that wasn’t the case.
Because the scent that dominated the car, the grip firmly supporting the back of his head, the texture of the tongue greedily swirling inside his mouth… all of it was too vivid.
The longer the kiss lasted, the more his strength failed him.
Giyun gasped for breath as it became difficult to breathe.
Giyun struck his chest, which wouldn’t budge no matter how hard he pushed, with fists that he couldn’t even properly clench.
Seungjo didn’t show Giyun any mercy.
The joined lips showed no sign of letting go.
Every time Giyun turned his head to create a gap, Seungjo pursued him fiercely like a lion chasing its prey.
In the rough and urgent movements, there was no time to swallow the pooling saliva.
Giyun tried to pull his body back in order to survive but the more he struggled, the more Seungjo cornered him.
His body, which had been leaning toward the driver’s seat when he was provoking Seungjo, had already been pushed to the edge of the passenger seat.
Seungjo entwined him as if to bind Giyun, who couldn’t even escape as his strength failed.
Giyun felt like he was about to be buried by the man pressing down on him from directly above.
He had no idea what the hell was going on or why the man was doing this to him.
Was it to punish him for being so arrogant? To crush him so he could never climb up again?
He didn’t need to go this far. If that was really the goal, this was clearly excessive suppression. There was no reason for him to carry out something so disgusting from his perspective….
The hand that had been pressing down on his wrist moved inside his T-shirt.
At the touch strongly stroking his bare waist, Giyun was so startled his body almost jumped.
He felt like he knew what would happen next, but at the same time, he couldn’t imagine it. He could only think that it didn’t make sense.
“Haa… Professor…!”
The moment their lips parted for a moment, Giyun grabbed Seungjo’s wrist like a lifeline.
Seungjo, who opened his eyes at the urgent plea, finally looked down at Giyun properly.
What filled his clarified vision was the sight of his young assistant pinned beneath him, panting continuously.
Despite calling him as if he were about to die, the boy couldn’t even speak properly and only let out hot, ragged breaths.
The back of the hand wiping his red, swollen lips was trembling.
His flushed cheeks were so hot and red that Seungjo wanted to check the skin hidden by his clothes.
His pupils were half-dilated. Even in the midst of clear arousal, he showed signs of confusion, not understanding the situation. Even a hint of fear and wariness reflected in his eyes.
This child is not in his right mind right now. He doesn’t even know what nonsense he’s been spouting or what’s being done to him.
The reason he had intentionally cast aside, led by a moment’s desire, was returning.
What had he done? Against a kid who couldn’t tell heaven from earth because he was drunk…
With a low curse, his body completely pulled away.
At the sudden change in attitude, Giyun only blinked, not knowing the reason.
He felt the conflicting emotions of liberation and longing alternately. Wondering if his erection had been discovered, Giyun squirmed.
Seungjo, who swore once more at that, threw open the driver’s door.
The suffocating heat inside the car escaped, and the cool outside air of a late summer night rushed in. Seungjo got out of the car before Giyun could say anything.
“Get out.”
At the same time the passenger door was thrown wide open, a one-sided notification flew in.
Giyun, who had been huddled against the door, almost tumbled headfirst onto the ground.
Seungjo hoisted up his body, which was about to collapse after losing its balance, using only the strength of his arms.
“Ugh…!”
“Right now.”
Saving him from rolling on the ground didn’t mean he treated Giyun with care. Seungjo pulled Giyun out without hesitation.
He acted like a man who couldn’t tolerate Giyun being in the car for even a second longer.
As soon as Giyun managed to compose himself and stood with both feet on the ground, the man closed the door without regret and returned to the driver’s seat.
Whether he intended to blow the door off its hinges, the sound of the door closing was so loud it made one wonder if it was an enemy’s car rather than his own.
The car immediately departed, leaving Giyun behind at his destination. Anyway, since he had dropped him off in front of his house, he had at least been faithful to his own words.
“Professor…!”
Giyun’s cry, which no one listened to, became an empty echo and vanished into the old residential area.
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