INT Ch 6.2
by mimiPresident Kim Jeonggeun’s wife asked Hyun Woojin. The foreigners fell silent and called the sommelier to refill their empty wine glasses.
“There was some embezzlement within the foundation. The imprisoned member was involved in an entrance exam scandal, not a foundation issue. He is currently in custody awaiting trial.”
“Did you investigate that?”
“Yes, I did.”
Hyun Woojin answered her aggressive question nonchalantly.
“We pour so much money into the orchestra every year. Woojin, how could you conduct such an investigation without giving me a heads-up? You’ve tarnished the company’s reputation!”
“You were not in Korea at the time, so I couldn’t contact you. I apologize.”
“Stop it. We have guests. Discuss this later.”
President Kim Jeonggeun scolded her. Without hesitation, she turned her gaze from Hyun Woojin to Haewon.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight, no, twenty-nine.”
Since the year had changed, Haewon was now twenty-nine. Reflecting on how quickly he had aged, Haewon replied.
“Don’t you know who I am?”
“You seem to be President Kim’s wife.”
“President Kim’s wife? Do you really not know who I am?”
Even these wealthy wives, when upset, would bring up their age and ask if they were known. It seemed that asking about age and identity transcended wealth and status.
Haewon twisted his expression in disdain and said.
“Is this a quiz? If there’s a prize, I’ll guess.”
“What?”
“I just met you today. How would I know who you are?”
Haewon retorted, making her face turn red.
“What do your parents do? Do you even have parents?”
“I must have parents since I was born. Is there anyone born without parents?”
Under the table, Hyun Woojin placed a hand on Haewon’s thigh, signaling him to stop. He didn’t remove his hand. Haewon raised his fork, hinting that he would stab him if he didn’t move his hand, but Hyun Woojin’s hand remained on his thigh.
“Look, Mr. Moon Haewon. My wife isn’t upset because you didn’t recognize her. Don’t you know Seo Okhwa?”
“Oh my, don’t you know soprano Seo Okhwa?”
Henry Chang’s mother asked in deliberately twisted Korean.
“Madam, she was a famous soprano in her youth. Seo Okhwa… She was a prima donna at the New York Metropolitan. She quit when she married the president and moved to Korea. That’s why she asked if you knew her. Right, madam?”
“I don’t know her. She must not have been very famous.”
“What is this?!”
Haewon answered Henry Chang’s mother, but Seo Okhwa shouted as if she was deeply offended. President Kim Jeonggeun, who looked bewildered, bit his lips to suppress a laugh. Hyun Woojin pinched Haewon’s thigh lightly. Seo Okhwa put down her knife and fork and crossed her arms, asking seriously.
“If you’re Woojin’s junior, are you a domestic student, not an international one? Music should be studied in its homeland. Are you poor?”
“Oh dear, madam.”
President Kim Jeonggeun half-laughed and half-scolded, trying to stop her. She shook off her husband’s hand and said.
“Then play something. Let’s hear how good you are.”
She pointed to the violin next to Haewon. Haewon put down his cutlery and stood up. Hyun Woojin’s hand naturally fell away.
“I’m sorry. I was very rude. I shouldn’t have come to such a place. I’ll take my leave. Have a pleasant evening.”
Haewon bowed and grabbed his violin.
“Look at him. He has some pride, doesn’t he?”
“Oh, you shouldn’t say that.”
President Kim Jeonggeun sternly scolded her. Haewon slung the violin over his shoulder and said.
“I don’t have any pride in this situation. I do what I want when I feel like it, and I don’t when I don’t. Right now, I don’t feel like it. I don’t like opera, so even though you told me your name, I don’t know who you are. I don’t know every dog and cow in a different field.”
“What, what, what did you say?!”
“Your words are a bit harsh.”
“Were they harsh? I’m sorry for being harsh.”
Hyun Woojin glanced at him, frowning as if troubled. It seemed like he was holding back laughter or sadness. Henry Chang and his mother watched Seo Okhwa, whose face had turned red.
“Why did Prosecutor Hyun bring someone like him to this place?!”
She shouted in displeasure, ignoring Henry Chang and his mother, who looked embarrassed.
“He said he couldn’t come because he had an appointment with a junior from the orchestra, so I insisted he join us.”
President Kim Jeonggeun sighed lightly.
“I was thoughtless. I’m sorry, but may I leave first?”
Hyun Woojin also stood up.
“Yes, go ahead. And Mr. Moon Haewon.”
President Kim Jeonggeun called Haewon. Haewon looked at him.
“Not knowing when to speak and when not to isn’t boldness; it’s recklessness. This woman is one of the orchestra foundation’s directors. How will you handle the consequences? Did something upset you so much that you acted out? This isn’t an easy place to be.”
With her husband taking her side, Seo Okhwa glared sharply at Haewon, as if to say, “What will you do now?”
“It’s common for people in high positions to abuse their power and make personnel changes. I heard you replaced the conductor because you thought there was no effort in the selection of pieces. Was that your decision too?”
“What? Hey!”
Her voice, which resonated through the air, was indeed that of a soprano. President Kim Jeonggeun finally noticed Henry Chang and his mother. Feeling a bit embarrassed, he poked Seo Okhwa’s side.
“Stop and apologize. As an adult, you should apologize. You were rude.”
“This is ridiculous. To him? Someone I’ve never even heard of?”
“Mr. Moon Haewon said he doesn’t know you either. You’re both the same. It’s even.”
“I was a prima donna in New York for over ten years! How can you compare me to someone like him?! If you hadn’t gotten me pregnant, I’d still be active! I’m still in great shape!”
Seo Okhwa shouted, clearly distressed. A soprano was indeed a soprano. The VIP room echoed with her voice, and even when shouting, her voice was beautiful.
“Madam, please calm down. Young people these days are all like that.”
Henry Chang’s mother intervened. Hyun Woojin grabbed Haewon’s arm roughly, as if scolding him, and pulled him out. Haewon left the French restaurant with his arm held by Hyun Woojin. He pressed the elevator button and let go of Haewon’s arm.
“Who told you to take my violin? Do you know how much it’s worth? Do you think you can buy it with money?”
“Were you trying to mess with me?”
“I would have done the same to anyone.”
“Are you out of your mind? Do you know who she is?”
“Why did you bring me to a meal with someone I don’t even know?”
“I was determined to have dinner with you today. I refused the invitation, but when I heard Henry Chang was coming, I thought you’d like it. You like Henry Chang.”
The elevator arrived. Hyun Woojin pushed Haewon lightly, even though he was already getting in. Haewon slapped his hand away, telling him not to touch him.
“What?”
“I wanted you to meet Henry Chang. I didn’t expect you to act like a lunatic.”
He meant he brought Haewon to this event to meet Henry Chang personally. While Haewon liked Henry Chang, it wasn’t to the extent of wanting to meet him personally.
“How do you know if I like Henry Chang or not? When did I ever say I liked him?”
Haewon didn’t remember ever talking to him about Henry Chang.
“You didn’t seem to like Beethoven’s sonata, but you liked Brahms.”
“……”
“Of course, it’s hard for a kid who hasn’t even held a girl’s hand, wrapped in his mother’s skirt, to handle Kreutzer.”
He claimed to be ignorant about music, yet he spoke as if he knew the hidden stories of Kreutzer.
“To my untrained ears, you sound much better. In many ways.”
He added unnecessary words and patted Haewon’s head, even though Haewon hadn’t asked for praise. Haewon stood there, dazed, not thinking to brush his hand away.
The fact that he had seen Henry Chang’s performance meant that Hyun Woojin had come to the concert today. When Haewon looked at him with wide, surprised eyes, Hyun Woojin asked.
“Did you think I didn’t come?”
“…You didn’t contact me. You said you were late because of a meeting.”
His lips curved into a loose smile.
They got off the elevator and followed the parking attendant to the car. Hyun Woojin reached out to place Haewon’s violin in the back seat. Haewon ignored his gesture and placed the case between his legs, hugging it with both arms.
Hyun Woojin, as if to say “do as you please,” looked ahead and stepped on the accelerator. Haewon asked suspiciously.
“Did you really come?”
“Did you really sit there with such a gloomy face because you thought I didn’t come?”
“Who was gloomy?”
“You were sitting there looking gloomy. You couldn’t concentrate, turned two pages of the sheet music at once. You didn’t notice the woman next to you glaring at you, did you? You missed about three measures in the second movement. Luckily, you focused during Brahms. With the expression I like.”
“…I thought you didn’t come.”
Hyun Woojin had seen everything. In the first part, Haewon’s sweaty fingers had turned two pages of the sheet music at once. He hadn’t noticed the violinist next to him giving him dirty looks. He had missed about three measures in the second movement, just pretending to play, but he managed to focus during the concerto. He had been watching from the beginning.
“So you got mad at me and tried to get into that guy’s car? Because you thought I didn’t come?”
“It was cold, I couldn’t get a taxi, and you didn’t contact me.”
“Because it was cold, you couldn’t get a taxi, and he bought you bread.”
“…”
“Why do you listen to those guys when they do that, but not to me?”
“I thought you didn’t come. I really thought you didn’t come.”
“Stop playing games.”
He glanced at Haewon and spoke in a cold voice.
“You said you wouldn’t get angry.”
“Thinking about it, I can’t help but get angry. I have to get angry.”
“But are you okay? You were in the car when it crashed.”
Haewon suddenly reached out and touched Hyun Woojin’s chest. It seemed like he had hit somewhere around there. Lee Jinyeong had broken his nose, the rear of the SUV was completely crushed, and Hyun Woojin’s car’s hood was crumpled. It was quite a big accident. As Haewon slipped his hand inside Hyun Woojin’s jacket and felt his chest, Hyun Woojin spoke without any change in expression.
“That won’t make me less angry.”
“Are you really okay? Shouldn’t you go to the hospital? Are you hurt anywhere?”
“Take your hand out.”
“Does it hurt here? It seems like it would hurt here.”
“Moon Haewon.”
“Does it hurt down there? Are you okay between your legs? That’s really important. I haven’t even seen it yet.”
“Haewon.”
“…”
He called his name. He didn’t get angry, just called softly, but Haewon’s heart skipped a beat. Haewon withdrew his hand from Hyun Woojin’s chest and stomach.
“We couldn’t eat face-to-face yesterday, and we couldn’t today either. I just want to sit quietly and have dinner with you.”
He spoke as if tired, asking to stop.
Haewon had thought Hyun Woojin hadn’t come. He thought he was being ignored because there was no contact. But he had seen everything. Thinking Haewon liked Henry Chang, he had forced him into that situation to meet him.
Because he liked him, because he wanted to see him happy.
Like riding a roller coaster multiple times, Haewon’s emotions had been up and down all day because of Hyun Woojin. Whether he came or not didn’t matter, and Haewon had even said he didn’t need to come, but when Hyun Woojin didn’t come, Haewon felt not just disappointment but betrayal. But the turmoil he had felt towards him disappeared like a lie, and his heart was filled with a warm feeling.
Danger. A warning sounded. It wasn’t a siren, but music.
“Did you call me ‘hey’ earlier?”
“Be glad I didn’t curse at the thief.”
“You’re really going to get it.”
“Are you going to arrest my father again? Go ahead. I don’t want to see him anyway.”
If he told Haewon to call him “hyung,” he could do it now. He wanted to call him that, but remembering the times he resisted, Haewon couldn’t bring himself to say it. Instead, he said something unrelated.
“Where are you going, sir?”
“To have dinner.”
“What are you going to eat?”
“What do you want to eat?”
“Not your old man’s taste, but a hamburger.”
“I told you not to eat junk.”
“Old men might not know, but having chains worldwide means the taste is proven. It’s a taste loved by people around the world.”
“……”
He stopped driving and looked at Haewon. Their eyes met. He stared at Haewon’s face meaningfully, then looked ahead again. He had a smile on his lips that, at a glance, looked like a sneer.
They had dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant. After dinner, they drove along the riverside. By the time they arrived at the officetel, it was close to eleven. It was a perfect Friday evening for a date, and they did things one would do with someone they wanted to meet on a Friday evening. It was a classic date course.
Before he knew it, Haewon’s violin was in his hand. Haewon stopped in front of the officetel door.
“You must be tired. Go to bed early. Don’t do anything else.”
“……”
“Why? Do you have something to say?”
“Well.”
Haewon knew he was crawling to Hyun Woojin on all fours. He knew he was crawling to him. It wasn’t forced submission; he made him do it willingly. Haewon began to describe his feelings for him with verbs and adjectives.
He liked him. He liked the man Taeshin liked. It was unbelievable and hard to accept. They stood there, knowing without saying it out loud. Hyun Woojin’s warm hand caressed Haewon’s cheek, and he spoke in a gentle voice.
“Go inside. Sleep well.”
As if he was about to leave, Haewon asked him.
“Where’s my toy?”
His eyebrows raised.
“I threw it away. It felt disgusting to have anyone else touch it, so I broke it so no one could.”
Haewon didn’t know how he broke metal, but it seemed like something Hyun Woojin would do.
“Buy me the same one.”
“I’ll give you something better.”
“I don’t need it. Buy me the same one.”
“Stop making noise and go inside.”
He was about to leave again.
“Hyun Woojin.”
Haewon grabbed him as he turned. His face turned back to Haewon. Haewon wanted to look into his eyes endlessly, if possible, all night long.
“Woojin hyung.”
“Yes, it sounds so good when you call me that.”
“Don’t go.”
“……”
“Don’t go.”
Haewon had never held onto someone before. He didn’t know how to. He held onto his clothes and didn’t let go. There must have been a more sophisticated and better way to express it, words that could move and stimulate his heart, but Haewon clumsily held onto his clothes and told him not to go. It wasn’t a plea to stay; it was a command. At least Taeshin wouldn’t have clung to him so pathetically.
“I spent the whole day with you. Do you know how much work I have piled up?”
“Still, don’t go.”
“You must be tired from the performance. Go to bed early.”
“Quit being a prosecutor. Working that much is illegal.”
“You’re meddling too much. Go inside. It’s cold.”
He really seemed like he was going to leave. As he turned away, he looked at Haewon, who was still holding onto his clothes, with a soothing expression, telling him to let go. Haewon clung to him like a child.
He didn’t want to let go. Haewon suddenly understood the feelings of those who had clung to him. He hadn’t turned away coldly; he had ignored them. He didn’t want to care about other people’s feelings. He thought it was common sense for the person who spilled something to pick it up themselves.
“Why are you doing this?”
He finally got annoyed. His expression stabbed Haewon’s heart. Haewon was crawling to him helplessly, just as he intended.
“I’ll talk.”
“Talk about what?”
They both knew what it was. Hyun Woojin pretended not to know and asked. What did he want to say so desperately?
“I have those feelings.”
“What feelings? What do you want to say?”
“Not just anyone… I want to undress in front of Hyun Woojin.”
“……”
“Not just anyone, I want to undress in front of Hyun Woojin. And I want to undress Hyun Woojin.”
“Make it clear. Only in front of me?”
“I want to undress. In front of Hyun Woojin.”
“……”
“Only.”
Haewon finally surrendered to him. He said it. His stubbornness and pride were shattered like a wrecked car, but it didn’t matter. Haewon was clinging to him desperately. He was crawling on all fours, kissing his feet, and begging for his affection. Something was breaking, but he didn’t mind. It seemed okay to break in front of Hyun Woojin.
Hyun Woojin stood facing Haewon directly, without any disturbance. He didn’t seem happy or victorious. He was just calm and expressionless.
His quiet voice echoed in the hallway. He spoke as if listing important points.
“You can’t do it alone. No toys either. Of course, no other people. If you do, it won’t end with just a minor accident like today.”
Haewon nodded carefully, agreeing with him.
“And you have to play for me. Even if you don’t like being watched, you have to play in front of me.”
Haewon nodded to that too. Hyun Woojin reached behind Haewon’s shoulder, quickly entered the door lock code, and pressed his lips to his.
∞ ∞ ∞
He dropped the ten-million-won Guadagnini on the floor as if it were nothing. Haewon wrapped his arms around his neck, breathing heavily and kissing his lips passionately. They clung to each other, kissing frantically without even taking off their shoes at the entrance. The man’s warm body heat and scent enveloped Haewon softly. Clinging to his neck and kissing him, Haewon grabbed the back of his shirt tightly.
The wet flesh that entered his mouth intertwined with his own intensely. Their bodies swayed together with the urgent kisses. Haewon’s back hit the door with a thud. Before he hit the door, Hyun Woojin’s hand quickly grabbed the back of Haewon’s head.
As Haewon’s knee buckled, Hyun Woojin lifted him by the waist and pressed his lips to his again.
This kiss was different from before. It was a strong contact that almost cut off his breath. It felt like his lips were being bitten. It wouldn’t have been strange if he lost his mind. Haewon grabbed his shirt as if to tear it apart.
His kisses, licking the mucous membranes and sucking the entire inside of his mouth, were like those of a wild beast. It was the carnivorous desire he had wanted to see even if he was devoured.
They hadn’t even taken off their shoes by the time they broke the kiss and exchanged heavy breaths. He gently licked Haewon’s lower lip and bit it with his teeth.
Haewon took off his shoes while offering his lips to him. He took off his shoes too. Still kissing, Haewon took off his coat and threw it on the floor of the entrance, cluttered with shoes, and eagerly pulled off Hyun Woojin’s tie. He unbuttoned his shirt. He wanted to strip everything off him as quickly as possible. As Haewon unbuttoned his shirt, Hyun Woojin stopped him and spoke, breaking the kiss.
“Ha, where are you touching?”
“I want to undress you. I want to undress you myself.”
Haewon pushed him onto the bed. As they kissed, Hyun Woojin stumbled backward and sat down on the bed with a thud. Haewon immediately straddled his thighs and removed his jacket. It wouldn’t come off easily as it was caught on his arms. He quickly took it off himself. They eagerly struggled to undress each other.
Haewon reached for the buttons of Hyun Woojin’s shirt. With each hurried breath he took, the shirt buttons strained as if they might pop open. Hyun Woojin removed Haewon’s shirt. There were too many buttons for both of them. As Haewon fumbled, their lips collided. Hyun Woojin cursed as he tore open Haewon’s shirt while biting his lip.
As Haewon’s top came off, Hyun Woojin threw off his own shirt, which Haewon hadn’t finished unbuttoning. His warm hands caressed Haewon’s bare torso. Haewon sat on his thighs, wrapping his arms around Hyun Woojin’s bare back, feeling the texture against his palms. His back was firm and smooth. Haewon rubbed his lips against Hyun Woojin’s shoulder, inhaling his musky scent.
Hyun Woojin’s hands caressed Haewon’s slender back. The sensation of his serious touch on Haewon’s bare skin was indescribable, making him dizzy.
Haewon hugged Hyun Woojin’s neck and kissed him again. Hyun Woojin’s tongue invaded his mouth, exploring inside. Haewon rubbed his tongue against Hyun Woojin’s, sucking on his saliva. As he subtly pressed his already erect lower body against Hyun Woojin, he suddenly pulled away from the kiss.
“Haah, what should I do with you?”
His darkened eyes asked. That was what Haewon wanted to ask. He was going crazy wondering what to do with him. He touched Hyun Woojin’s wet lips. His tongue licked Haewon’s fingers as they brushed against his lips. Haewon moved his hand down, touching Hyun Woojin’s chin, neck, collarbone, and firm chest.
As he circled Hyun Woojin’s nipples and areolas with his fingers, Haewon flinched as if he were the one being touched. He seemed to have something smeared all over his body, something that made Haewon want to touch, rub with his lips, and suck with his tongue. He moved past his well-defined abs and navel.
Kneeling, Haewon slightly rose from Hyun Woojin’s thighs and slid his hand into his waistband. As he pushed his hand deeper, past his pelvis, and felt him, Hyun Woojin unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper, exposing his lower body.
“Ah…”
Haewon saw his erection for the first time. The tip was already wet with precum. His thick pubic hair brushed against Haewon’s hand. Even with his long fingers, he couldn’t fully grasp his girth and length. His breath caught in his throat.
Hyun Woojin unbuckled Haewon’s pants and lowered the zipper. His own erection was also standing tall with extreme tension and excitement. He pulled down Haewon’s underwear to the limit and grabbed his penis with one hand, squeezing it hard. Haewon let out a cry that was neither a scream nor a moan.
“Ah!”
Haewon wrapped both hands around Hyun Woojin’s erection, gripping it tightly. He looked down at him, their lips locked and tongues entwined. Their hands moved quickly, stimulating each other. The more they stimulated, the more his chest heaved. His breath came out ragged and harsh between his lips.
His spine tingled, and he felt a painful rush as if all his blood was pooling below. Suddenly, Haewon’s entire body stiffened. He ejaculated in Hyun Woojin’s hand, his body shaking as if he were urinating. Hyun Woojin covered his quivering lips completely with his. Haewon couldn’t exhale or inhale the rough breath escaping him.
Hyun Woojin’s penis, which Haewon was stroking, swelled but showed no sign of ejaculation. The memory of him climaxing quickly from a brief touch in the hotel the day before flashed through Haewon’s mind, but he soon forgot as his breath grew shallow.
Haewon pounded on Hyun Woojin’s shoulder, begging him to let go. He held his head with one large hand and his own penis with the other, his lips still covering Haewon’s. He needed oxygen. His breath was at its limit. He felt dizzy, his consciousness fading. Hyun Woojin’s fingers caressed his spent penis. His body went limp, and as he slumped, Hyun Woojin released him.
“Haah, haah, haah…!”
He gasped for air, coughing as if he had just surfaced from water. His chest heaved violently.
Hyun Woojin’s penis, wet with his fluids, trembled against his lower abdomen. The pleasure that had consumed his entire body now pulsed intermittently through his spine.
Hyun Woojin lifted him, supporting his buttocks, and pulled him onto the bed. He removed his pants and underwear, which were tangled around his legs. He climbed on top of him. Haewon looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes.
Hyun Woojin studied him intently, his eyes filled not with lust or desire, but with a mix of curiosity, hesitation, and fear. His gaze swept over Haewon’s naked body, each glance feeling like a sharp, stinging lash. The tip of his penis, pressed against Haewon’s lower abdomen, glistened with thick precum.
“You get excited all by yourself, jerk off alone, and come alone.”
His voice was calm, but his eyes gleamed in the darkness. They were the same intense, matte black Haewon had seen in the dark forest. He gently lifted his drooping head, fixing his gaze. It felt like he was telling him to come to his senses. The grip on his chin and cheekbones was almost painful. With a slightly furrowed brow, he spoke as if annoyed.
“I told you not to do it alone.”
“I didn’t do it alone. You touched me.”
“Coming alone is doing it alone. Don’t come without my permission. From now on, you only come when I allow it.”
Haewon stared at him silently. Hyun Woojin grabbed his chin and face bones with a force that felt like it could crush them, asking if he understood. Haewon barely nodded. Hyun Woojin scooped up the fluid on his stomach and spread it between Haewon’s legs. Haewon’s eyes followed Hyun Woojin’s arm as it moved down, then his shoulder, chest, and face. He rubbed the sticky fluid between Haewon’s legs, making him squirm. Hyun Woojin looked up at him with just his eyes.
“I wonder how many people have been in and out of this hole. It’s childish, but I’m curious.”
“Even if I use all my fingers and toes… ah, it’s still not enough.”
“Stop babbling. There are jokes that are funny, and there are jokes that are annoying.”
“You asked first.”
“There’s no need to satisfy my curiosity. I’m already annoyed. Just thinking about who might have fucked you makes me want to go find them and stomp their heads in. So shut up and don’t provoke me.”
The gentleness and softness in his voice were gone. Hyun Woojin felt like a stranger. The careful consideration he had shown Haewon was nowhere to be seen.
This unfamiliar side of him was confusing. He was not the same person who had kissed him at the door, let him in, and subtly provoked him, finding him cute.
An instinctive fear made his body tremble slightly. But Haewon didn’t dislike this side of Hyun Woojin. Now, he liked everything about him. His erection looked like a weapon capable of assault.
Haewon looked up at him awkwardly. Hyun Woojin slowly caressed his body. His large hands swept down Haewon’s inner thighs, starting from the knees. His hands were so big they completely covered Haewon’s thighs. His thumbs pressed so hard that the skin turned white and then red as his hands passed.
Hyun Woojin lifted Haewon’s legs and pressed his lips to the areas his hands had touched. He nibbled with his lips and tongue, sometimes biting the flesh with his teeth. Haewon gripped the sheets with both hands. His heart pounded with extreme tension and anticipation. Hyun Woojin’s lips moved closer to the center. His penis, which had already ejaculated once, twitched and released more fluid. Blood rushed to his inner thighs, making them ache, and his flesh stood up again. Hyun Woojin licked the sensitive spots on his inner thighs with his long tongue, then suddenly buried his face in Haewon’s groin.
“Ah!”
Haewon realized that Hyun Woojin’s gentleness and polite manners were all calculated deceits. This raw and explicit side was what he had wanted to uncover.
Hyun Woojin’s scalp was hot to the touch. Haewon squeezed his thighs, feeling Hyun Woojin’s cheeks against his inner flesh. The inside of Hyun Woojin’s mouth was hot and moist as he sucked on him.
Haewon moaned as if he were hallucinating. Hyun Woojin released his penis from his mouth and licked downwards. His tongue touched the sensitive area below. Haewon’s thighs instinctively clenched.
“Ah, uh… uh! Ah, don’t, don’t… stop, stop……!”
The intense sensation was unbearable. His legs, suspended in the air, trembled and his toes curled and straightened repeatedly. But his center, gripped by Hyun Woojin, couldn’t move.
“I’m coming, uh! I’m coming!”
It wasn’t the feeling of ejaculation. It was something different. Haewon felt a dizzying rush, his mind going blank as he frantically hit Hyun Woojin’s shoulder. His face flushed red, Hyun Woojin lifted his head from between Haewon’s legs.
“Haah, haah…….”
He wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand. The sensation Haewon had barely held back sliced through him like a razor.
Hyun Woojin took Haewon’s hand and made him touch his penis. Haewon’s trembling hand grasped it, but his fingers were too weak to do more than gently caress the hot skin. Hyun Woojin grabbed Haewon’s buttocks with both hands and spread them apart.
“Uh!”
His hole twitched, fully exposed. Haewon struggled to free his legs from Hyun Woojin’s violent gaze. He had never felt embarrassed like this before, even though he had played with toys in front of him. But under Hyun Woojin’s explicit stare, his face burned. Suddenly, the man thrust into him without warning.
With no preparation or consideration, Hyun Woojin’s penis tore into him, pushing aside his insides. A searing pain shot through him.
Haewon grabbed his shoulders tightly. This was not the patient and restrained Hyun Woojin from the night before.
“Ah! Uh! Uh!”
He was relentless. There was no build-up, no gradation. He started strong and kept pushing harder. It felt like he was being punched in the stomach.
“It hurts, ah! It hurts! Ah!”
Haewon screamed. Hyun Woojin looked down at him with a calm face, as if he couldn’t believe he was doing such a thing. He brushed Haewon’s sweat-soaked, disheveled hair and then grabbed a handful of it. Haewon’s scalp felt like it was being pulled out.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was not the erotic sound of lovemaking, but the harsh noise of someone being beaten.
“Uh! Uh! It hurts, it hurts! Huuh!”
Tears streamed down his face. Haewon sobbed and grabbed Hyun Woojin’s arm, which was gripping his hair. The arm was taut with muscles, trembling with unrestrained strength. He was panting lightly.
Each time he thrust his hips, his tightly closed lips pressed harder. The intensity only increased, never decreasing.
His penis, thrusting in and out, was unlike any toy. No one had ever fucked him with such force.
Haewon had never experienced sex that felt like being physically trampled. With each nod, tears fell like drops. The hand that had been gripping his hair now grabbed his cheek, holding his head in place.
“You… you look like this when you play music.”
Hyun Woojin’s breath was barely disturbed despite his violent thrusts. Hot tears rolled down Haewon’s temples to his ears. His tears wet Hyun Woojin’s hand. He licked the tears that had run down his palm and the back of his hand.
“Why are you crying?”
“It hurts, it hurts, uh, uh!”
“Fingers, toes, huh? Even if you use them all, Haewon, you said there were too many to count… the guys who fucked your hole…!”
“Ah!”
His chin lifted, and his chest heaved. With each broken syllable, the angry man’s penis thrust deeper inside him.
“After doing all that… why are you crying like it’s your first time?”
Haewon closed his eyes tightly, tears welling up. He couldn’t hear what Hyun Woojin was saying. He bent down and took Haewon’s nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking hard on the areola and nipple. Sharp pleasure struck his spine like a whip.
“Ah! Ah, don’t!”
His groin tightened involuntarily. Haewon’s contracted inner walls gripped Hyun Woojin’s penetrating penis as if trying to tear it.
“Uh…….”
Hyun Woojin furrowed his brow and released his lip. The bite mark on Haewon’s right breast was clear. His forehead was damp with sweat, and his chest glistened with it. He stared down at Haewon, who looked terrified, then bent down again and buried his face in Haewon’s chest.
“Ah! Ah!”
Each time Hyun Woojin bit and sucked his nipple, Haewon’s lower body clenched, and Hyun Woojin matched the rhythm, wrapping his tongue around the nipple and thrusting his hips. The act of biting his flesh was filled with clear hostility and malice. It felt like Hyun Woojin was punishing him. His aggressive hip movements became rough and urgent. It felt like his groin was being torn apart.
“Haah, when I suck here, it throbs.”
“Uh… uh!”
Their perfectly aligned lower bodies moved together. Sweat dripped down Hyun Woojin’s bare chest as he continuously thrust his hips. He pushed in to the root, savoring Haewon’s wet insides, then pulled out. The sound of their wet flesh slapping together was painfully erotic.
He leaned down and kissed Haewon. Their lips met, and his tongue invaded Haewon’s mouth, just like his penis below. Haewon grabbed Hyun Woojin’s sweaty neck. The boundary between pleasure and pain blurred. His sobbing moans scattered as their teeth clashed and flesh was pressed.
Hyun Woojin broke the kiss and simultaneously thrust his hips faster. Haewon clung to his neck desperately. His convulsing body was overwhelmed by rising ecstasy. His penis rubbed against Hyun Woojin’s lower abdomen. As Hyun Woojin thrust, Haewon rubbed his throbbing penis against the man’s hard abs. Instinct sought out pleasure. His breathing quickened, and he felt something imminent.
“Ah, ah… touch me, touch me, down there, ah, uh……!”
Hyun Woojin reached down and grabbed Haewon’s fully erect penis. As his palm touched the sensitive skin, a sharp pleasure made Haewon’s lower body tremble.
“You… when I tell you to come, that’s when you come. Don’t do it on your own……!”
“Ah! Ah!”
His thumb, circling the tip, pressed hard against the urethra, blocking it. The penis swelled painfully. His limbs went numb.
“Let go, let go! Let me go, ah!”
Haewon’s voice had grown hoarse. He pleaded with Hyun Woojin in a husky, broken voice, his sobs and cries of pain mingling with desperate, obscene gasps for release. This unfamiliar version of himself, driven by raw instinct, felt strange even as his rational mind faded away.
Just as Hyun Woojin had promised, he was punishing Haewon. On all fours, Haewon begged Hyun Woojin with tear-filled sobs to let him release something from below. Hyun Woojin was fulfilling his promise exactly as he had said.
“Let me come, let me go! Ah! Uh!”
Haewon’s entire body convulsed as he was denied release.
“Okay. Don’t cry. Huh? Haah, I’ll let you come.”
Hyun Woojin whispered in his ear. His penis, which had been moving rapidly in and out of Haewon, thrust deep inside like a spear. It reached places Haewon hadn’t known existed, making his whole body stiffen. Hyun Woojin’s hips trembled, and the flesh buried deep inside Haewon vibrated, resonating through him. The veins on Hyun Woojin’s forehead stood out as he came. For a moment, his breath and movements froze in stillness.
“Kuh…!”
At the same time, Hyun Woojin released Haewon’s penis. What came out was not semen.
“Ah! Uh…!”
A liquid, similar to urine, gushed out. Haewon tried to hold it back, but it wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t control it. A warm, clear fluid flowed out for what felt like an eternity, soaking his stomach, chest, and sides.
Hyun Woojin watched Haewon tremble and come, his eyes wide with surprise and interest. Haewon, thinking he had urinated, covered his face with both hands and gritted his teeth, tears welling up in his eyes.
Hyun Woojin, his forehead furrowed, pushed his penis deeper, pressing his testicles against Haewon. As he thrust hard, the remaining fluid in Haewon’s body flowed out, wetting his penis and pubic hair.
Hyun Woojin teased Haewon, thrusting into him several more times, each time causing more fluid to leak from Haewon’s penis. He slowly pulled out his penis from Haewon’s body. The dull ache in his abdomen subsided, replaced by a sense of emptiness and inexplicable sorrow. Hyun Woojin’s semen trickled out, warm and sticky.
“Huuh…”
This was the first time Haewon had experienced sex that left him feeling so physically and emotionally wrecked. There was no sense of connection or affection. Whether he liked or disliked the other person, or felt nothing at all, his past experiences had never left him feeling this desolate. Even if he didn’t like the person, it had never been this bleak. This was far from what Haewon had expected.
Sobs and moans escaped through his clenched teeth. Above all, the shame of not being able to control his bladder in front of Hyun Woojin was unbearable. Overwhelming self-loathing and humiliation washed over him. Haewon had never felt this way about himself before. What Hyun Woojin had broken was not just Haewon’s body, but the time he had lived as Moon Haewon, his very spirit.
He could feel Hyun Woojin staring down at him, shaking and crying, unable to move or lower his hands.
“Go… just go.”
Haewon choked back his sobs, his voice hoarse. Hyun Woojin grabbed his hands, forcing them down from his face. Haewon tried to resist, but he was no match for Hyun Woojin’s strength. Hyun Woojin looked at Haewon’s broken, tear-streaked face.
He sat Haewon up, and Haewon curled into a ball, hugging his knees to his chest. Hyun Woojin forcefully lifted Haewon’s chin, making him look up. Haewon gazed at him with wet eyes.
“Say I’m just anyone again.”
“…….”
“Am I just anyone to you?”
He wasn’t just anyone, but he also wasn’t the Hyun Woojin that Haewon knew. If Haewon didn’t know him well, at least he wasn’t the Hyun Woojin that Moon Haewon knew.
Haewon shook his head. His sobs deepened, his diaphragm trembling. He looked like a child trying to calm himself after a fit of crying.
Haewon didn’t want to be seen like this, soaked in what he thought was urine. But Hyun Woojin stubbornly held him, running his hands over Haewon’s wet chest and stomach.
“Don’t do that!”
Despite Haewon’s protests, Hyun Woojin silently smeared the liquid from his hands onto his own cheeks, unfazed. Haewon’s eyes widened in shock.
Hyun Woojin scooped up more of the liquid from Haewon’s body, rubbing it on his own face and chin, then licked his wet palms with his long tongue.
Seeing this, Haewon finally realized that what he had released was not urine, but some other fluid caused by extreme sexual stimulation.
It was truly unbearable. The soles of his feet and toes were hot and itchy, and his lower abdomen and thighs ached and tingled with an indescribable sensation, as if his skin was on fire.
“It’s surprising that someone as frivolous as you didn’t know that,” he said, wearing an expression like he was patting Haewon’s head for being cute. The difference between him clothed and unclothed was like heaven and hell.
Haewon wanted to avoid him. As he struggled to get up, Hyun Woojin grabbed his wrist and made him sit back down.
“Where are you going?”
“I want to wash up.”
“It’s just starting. Why bother already?”
“…”
“If you shower every time, that pretty skin of yours will get ruined.”
Hyun Woojin locked eyes with Haewon and lowered his head. Never breaking eye contact, Hyun Woojin enveloped Haewon’s flushed nipple with his mouth.