CBB Chapter 1.9

“What?”

Heedo had to tell Woorak that this wasn’t right. He responded to Woorak’s indifferent question with,

“Should I give it to you in a paper cup?”

“Wow, this kid’s got sense.”

Woorak gave him a thumbs-up, and Heedo, seemingly pleased with the praise, stood up with a flushed face. Woorak, with his arm draped over the back of the chair, watched Heedo’s back as he made coffee with a sideways glance.

He’s so obedient and well-behaved.

Heedo was the type of crazy person whose light bulb flickered on and off. Looking at him now, it seemed like he might just let Woorak go if he asked.

“Heedo.”

He called his name softly. A shy smile appeared on Heedo’s face as he turned around.

“Can you get me some underwear?”

“No.”

What a serious face.

“You’re fully dressed. You said we’d get naked together, right? Why am I the only one like this?”

“How can I undress here? Someone might come…”

“What about me?”

“Don’t worry about yourself, hyung. You won’t be seeing anyone.”

Woorak threw his spoon.

“Listen to this bastard. Who are you to tell me whether I see anyone or not? Who are you? You’re treating me like a pet dog locked up in the house! A collar, naked… do you know how shitty that makes me feel? Even dogs wear clothes these days. Do you know how cold my balls get when I’m completely naked? If all my sperm freezes to death, are yo going to take responsibility? Huh? If I can’t get married, are you going to take responsibility? This bastard, what a piece of shit. Why are you fucking trying to end our family line!” 

Woorak pointed his finger in the air as if he wanted to gouge Heedo’s eyes out. 

Startled by his sudden outburst, Heedo trembled slightly and searched the lower cabinets under the sink, sniffling. His vision blurred with tears, making it difficult to see what he was looking for. He pressed his eyes with the back of his hand, then, finally finding what he was looking for, held it out to Woorak.

Woorak took it with a disgruntled look. 

He’s sniffling over nothing again. 

Still, it looked like clothing, so he grabbed it gratefully, then immediately threw it at Heedo’s face.

“Fuck, you want me to wear an apron?”

Heedo pulled the apron off his face and glared at Woorak with teary eyes.

“Why are you angry? I-If you don’t like it… you don’t have to wear it!”

Heedo raised his voice, which was unusual for him.

“Look who’s talking.”

“You were eating fine, and then you suddenly started yelling and getting angry. Is this what you call liking someone? I didn’t believe it anyway… but it doesn’t feel like you like me even a little bit!”

Uh-oh, I do like him. 

He kept forgetting, and it was a big problem.

“Oh, sorry. This is my first time liking a man, so I’m not good at expressing myself. This is the only way I’ve ever interacted with men, so I acted like I usually do. No, wait. If they were my team leaders, I would have beaten them up, but I think I’m being this lenient because it’s you? That’s right, I wouldn’t normally be like this. Wow, does this mean I really like you then?!”

Even though Woorak knew it was all nonsense, Heedo’s expression softened, so Woorak turned his back. When Woorak was saying it might be love, he almost burst out laughing and had to clench his jaw shut.

“I-It’s, hiccup, it’s okay. If you’re not going to wear this…”

Woorak snatched the apron as Heedo tried to put it away.

Think rationally. 

If he had to choose between being naked and being naked with an apron, the apron was the obvious choice. It had frilly things on the shoulder straps and was so short that it barely covered half his thighs, but putting it on made him feel as secure as if he were wearing armor. Covering his vital parts had this effect of bolstering his confidence.

Woorak straightened his previously hunched shoulders and stretched.

“Hee-hiccup.”

Woorak lowered his legs, which he had pulled up to his stomach. 

Heedo, his face bright red, covered his mouth and hiccuped.

“What’s wrong?”

As Woorak approached, Heedo abruptly inhaled, hunched his back, and awkwardly shuffled out of the kitchen… 

Oh, that fucking bastard. 

The center of his pants was bulging tautly. 

Could that perverted asshole have gotten a hard-on from seeing me naked with just an apron on? 

Woorak shuddered, wrapping his arms around his broad shoulders. 

Heedo, who had stopped walking, suddenly began to whimper and cross his legs as if something was happening. He couldn’t have looked any more obscene.

Heedo looked back at Woorak with moist eyes.

Don’t look at me, you little shit. 

As Woorak glared at him, Heedo dropped his head and started dragging his feet pathetically. Then, a brilliant idea struck Woorak, and he called out to Heedo.

“Hey, come here.”

Heedo ran over in an instant, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and blinked. His eyes were sparkling.

“I’ll give you a handjob if you give me an underwear.”

As if he’d been expecting something else, he looked openly disappointed.

“Why do you have to set conditions? You like me, so you could just do it… .”

“Hey, you said you’re a virgin when it comes to men. This isn’t something you can do with a casual mindset. If you give me an underwear, I think I can do it.”

“But I can do it….”

“Of course you can. You’ve probably swallowed so many dicks already.” 

“No, I’m a virgin… I’ve never done this before, with a man or a woman. That means you’re my first. You’re the first person I’ve shown this to, the first person who’s touched mine. It’s a first in my life.”

Heedo emphasized the word “first” several times while looking into Woorak’s eyes. 

This bastard has a strange way of talking. Why should I feel like a conscience-stricken jerk who’s seduced a minor?

“You’re a natural-born gay, so that’s you. I’m not, so give me an underwear. Then I’ll do it.”

Clicking his tongue softly, Heedo fell into deep thought, his eyes darting around as he weighed the situation.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. I think I’ll be at a loss. I’ll just do it myself.”

“A loss? What is there for you to lose out on, you bastard? It’s entirely my loss. I’m saying I’ll endure it and do it for you.”

“It’s okay. I’ve done it once, so with that memory… Ugh, I’ll be back.”

Heedo turned, shuffling his feet.

“Hey!”

Woorak called out but couldn’t bring himself to speak, his lips twitching soundlessly. He rubbed his face, ran a hand down his neck, and he hesitated for a long time before finally opening his mouth.

“Will… will you give me my underwear if I suck you off?”

“Huh?”

Heedo’s eyes widened as if they were about to pop out.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, hyung!”

He quickly pulled his penis out of his pants and thrust it at Woorak’s face.

“Ack, wait a second.”

Woorak roughly rubbed his cheek where the wet penis had touched, wiping away the sticky residue with his hand. A clear drop of fluid fell from the tip of Heedo’s penis. Woorak squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again.

“You stay still. I’ll do it. Don’t move at all. Got it?”

As if in answer, Heedo’s penis bobbed. 

Woorak instinctively closed his eyes tight, took a few deep breaths that made his head spin, and then opened his eyes again. Because he was sitting in a chair, the head of it was directly in front of him. Swollen as if about to burst, it radiated so much heat that he could feel even from a distance. Woorak opened his lips just a tiny bit. It was absurdly small for that to fit inside, but it was all the courage he could muster. The moment his lips parted, the penis twitched like crazy, spraying a thread-like fluid. Woorak recoiled.

“I can’t. I can’t do this.”

“Huh? Hyuuung… .”

Heedo fiddled with his penis, flustered.

“How can you stop after saying you would? My dick is about to explode. Hyung, please. Huh? Please, just open your mouth a little bit.”

Heedo put one leg up on the chair and pushed his erection against Woorak’s face. Woorak gagged and shook his head.

“No, I really don’t think I can do it.”

“Hyung… then just lick it, just lick it. I won’t ask you to suck. Hyung, please… .”

Tears fell from his eyes as he pleaded with an almost crying face. The penis in his hand had turned a dark, reddish-purple. Woorak closed his eyes and shuddered.

“Ah… really, hyung… .”

He gripped the back of the chair, trapping Woorak, his muscles bulging as he tightened his grip.

“Oh, you’re going to hit me now? I’m not sucking it. Hit me, go on, hit me.”

Seeing Woorak provocatively push his head forward, Heedo sighed softly.

“Then at least do it with your hand. I’ll give you an underwear.”

“…What?”

Before he could even consider it, the penis was thrust into his grasp.

“Haa… .”

Heedo moaned, tilting his head back. Woorak frowned as he instinctively gripped the penis, then changed his mind.

‘Fuck it, am I going to die from doing this once more? One time, two times, what’s the difference with a hand that’s already soiled?’

Tightening his grip, he looked up at Heedo.

“You’re not going back on your word, right?”