SMS | Chapter 11.2

Understanding the meaning behind those words, Dohoon answered with a visibly relieved and generous attitude. They would need a first aid kit since the wounds had to be treated again after the shower.

“Since you’ve showered, I need to treat the wounds again. I’ll bring the medicine.”

“Okay…”

“Just sit on the bed.”

Chaesu had long since scampered off. Mino headed to the bedroom at Dohoon’s suggestion. Sitting on the soft, white bed, the wounds throbbed slightly. Outside, the moon was unusually large, making it bright despite the night.

Dohoon soon entered with a first aid kit and a basket filled with fruit.

“Thought you might be hungry.”

Seeing the mountain of strawberries and tangerines, Mino’s mouth watered, and his stomach growled. He had skipped meals since lunch. The sudden rush of reality made Mino squint his eyes.

What about work tomorrow? If he told them Junhyuk had assaulted him, he might get a few days off. Maybe it was time to quit.

“Isn’t Seonsaeng-nim hungry?”

“Not really. Let’s treat this first.”

Dohoon rolled up his sleeves as he set the basket and first aid kit on the nightstand. The sight of his muscular forearms caught Mino’s attention. Even a light slap from those arms would be sensational, but if Dohoon really hit him, it would bring him to climax.

“Turn your face this way.”

He turned his head so that the scrape on his cheek was visible, but his eyes remained fixed on Dohoon. More precisely, they were fixed on his crotch. Long, thick, and veiny like his forearms, Dohoon’s penis looked intimidating.

The moment antiseptic touched his cheek, Mino flinched.

“Uh…”

“Do not get horny.”

It is because Seonsaeng-nim is sexy. Mino nearly argued but instead tightly closed his eyes. Dohoon delicately applied medicine to Mino’s cheek and attached a thin, flat bandage. If he did not aggravate it further, the wound should scab over in a few days. It was fortunate it was winter; it would have festered easily in summer.

“Lie down. Make sure your butt is visible.”

There was nothing he could do about the voice and command. Mino, doing his best to restrain his sensations, closed his eyes and blindly reached out his palms to lie face down on the bed. As Dohoon knelt on the bed, Mino instinctively tensed his buttocks. It was torturous not being able to play even though they were on the same bed.

“Make sure I can see your ass well.”

“Uh, yes…”

Was this also a scolding? Mino felt troubled by Dohoon’s choice of words as he lifted his gown to expose his buttocks. Antiseptic touched him, sending a sharp pain radiating from his cheeks.

“The skin is not torn, but the bruise will last a while.”

“Uh…”

“Looks like it was hit with a fist.”

“Ah…”

The slowly probing hand was too stimulating, causing moans to keep slipping out. Unable to endure, Mino buried his face in the sheets.

“Your hole is injured too. Let me spread it and see.”

“Seonsaeng-nim, please…”

He pleaded with a muffled voice, but there was no response. With no other choice, Mino’s trembling hands grabbed both sides of his buttocks and spread them.

“It’s quite swollen. Did you have sex without lubricant?”

“Uh…”

“It seems to be injured inside too.”

“Uh!”

Not playing, huh! More than applying medicine to his hole, the fingers intruding inside made Mino bite the sheet like a gag. His penis twitched noticeably.

“I’m applying medicine.”

“Te, Seonsaeng-nim. Uh, sorry, uh!”

As the fingers moved in and out, applying medicine felt worse than the act itself. If this was not a humiliation play, then what was? It was unfair. He was trying to endure, but Dohoon kept tormenting him.

“You should tighten up when I’m feeding you dick.”

“Please, watch your words…!”

Mino almost cried out, prompting Dohoon to finally shut up. He had gotten carried away in the moment.

“…I’m a terrible person too. Mino made me do this. I do not usually do this, what have you done to me?”

Dohoon covered his face with his hand, blaming Mino.

“Sob, what did I do…”

“I’m going crazy. Homework.”

His voice was slightly irritable. The problem was that it made Mino feel like an aphrodisiac. Suddenly asking if he had done his homework felt like an interrogation.

“Homework…”

“It’s good you have a reflection period now. Let’s do that for homework today. We’ll sleep separately tonight.”

“What?”

Dohoon backed off with a somewhat harsh breath.

“Sleeping separately seems best tonight.”

It was a desperate measure from Dohoon. He wanted to sleep holding Mino but could not bear it. They had to distinguish clearly between play and assault until the wounds healed. He had just made some dangerously flirtatious comments during what would otherwise be a play.

“I will try not to get excited. I want to sleep with Seonsaeng-nim.”

Mino suddenly sat up on the bed, grabbing Dohoon’s arm with pleading words. Even the sweet words that came from his lips were troublesome. Dohoon grabbed Mino’s hand and returned him to his position while sighing.

“Seonsaeng-nim…”

That title was a problem. It was the same as the nickname used during play. The intrusion by Junhyuk had quite disrupted their plans. Mino had lost time for homework and unintentionally entered a period of reflection, and Dohoon was left with no choice but to abstain. It was perhaps due to Junhyuk that they could reveal their tendencies, but it was still annoying in retrospect.

Dohoon decided to have a talk with Mino. He sat Mino on the bed and brought a chair to sit in front of him. The atmosphere suddenly felt like a counseling session, and Mino also closed his gown and listened attentively.

“Should we discuss the titles?”

“Titles?”

Mino looked puzzled.

“How about only calling me ‘Seonsaeng-nim’ during play? Speak informally otherwise.”

“Informal speech?”

“You do not like speaking informally?”

“Well, you are older.”

“Do you use honorifics with all your older friends?”

“That is not it. But they are different from you, Seonsaeng-nim.”

Mino was taken aback by the sudden suggestion. Dohoon looked very serious and formal as he suggested speaking informally normally. However, Mino could not bring himself to speak informally to Dohoon. His social life had dried up over time, and he had virtually no close friends, so informal speech was not familiar.

Dohoon finally backed down a bit.

“I will try to change then. Let us call me ‘senior’ during play. We would have called each other that if we had met then.”

After all, Mino was now his only play partner. Dohoon could just drop the ‘Seonsaeng-nim’ title. He recalled their first meeting and proposed adopting a new title, ‘senior.’

“‘Senior’? But I called my university seniors ‘senior’ too….”

“Well, you have called lots of people ‘Seonsaeng-nim’ in your life too.”

Mino was reluctant, but Dohoon’s argument that they needed a new title for their transformed relationship made sense.

“We need rules to draw lines. They are crucial for us.”

Dohoon’s additional comment was too correct to argue against. Calling Dohoon ‘senior’ during play seemed somehow erotic. It brought back the image of him as a high school student.

“So, ‘Seonsaeng-nim’ normally, and ‘Senior’ during play, okay?”

“Would it not be nice to call me ‘brother’ since we are lovers? Try calling me that.”

Mino had always envied the ‘brother’ title, but he could not bring himself to say it. He bit his lip and made an embarrassed face.

“Is it hard?”

“…A bit.”

“You used to call people you had not seen for years ‘brother’ so casually.”

“That toast?”

Mino asked with wide-eyed innocence. Dohoon burst out laughing. He felt awkward for laughing during a serious conversation and deliberately cleared his throat.

“…Let us work on that gradually then. For now, let us make ‘Seonsaeng-nim’ normal.”

“It is already normal for me.”

“That is right. It is my problem.”

Dohoon laughed as if deflated. He had finally realized he was the problem. Mino was gentle and compliant. Was his charm of being undemanding and not easily hurt unknown?

Calling himself bland was laughable. Mino thought he was the only one excited, but Dohoon’s situation was just as serious. Unaware, Mino had rested his face in his palm. Dohoon, a sadist and dom, did not get aroused by just hitting someone. The sight of Mino relying entirely on him made his penis swell as if it would burst.

“I will shower and come back. Eat the fruit and then lie down.”

“Can I lie down right after eating?”

“…Wait 30 minutes.”

“Okay.”

Mino was endearing even in asking for permission for trivial matters. It seemed likely the shower would be lengthy, as he probably needed to masturbate, having left the sub in the bedroom.

It had been quite a monumental day.

***

As sour fruits entered his injured mouth, his toes tingled. Mino wolfed down the tangerines and strawberries Dohoon had chosen, making a sad face. The combination was perfect as an appetizer for play. Every time the tart juice touched his wounds, his mouth tingled and saliva pooled heavily.

“You’re so bad, really….”

While Dohoon imagined Mino in the bathroom, the side dish Mino knew nothing about, he only chewed and swallowed the fruit. There was a space downstairs to realize his fantasy, yet here he was on the second floor, having to suck on his fingers.

“I want to suck Seonsaeng-nim’s dick.”

He muttered aloud, and it felt even naughtier. What kind of foolish act was this? Although he had been instructed to sit quietly for 30 minutes, he had managed about 5 minutes when the places Dohoon had touched earlier strangely itched.

‘Why is it so itchy?’

As he became conscious of it, it seemed to itch more. Mino cautiously moved his hand down. It was not an illusion. It really was itchy inside.

“Oh, what’s this? It feels ruined….”

He struggled alone for a while, but nothing was resolved. He wanted to insert a finger to scratch it, but what if Dohoon came in during such a disaster? Explaining that it was itchy would not be believable.

Eventually, Mino got up and headed to the bathroom. It seemed he had to ask about it. He also believed that Dohoon would resolve it.

“Um, Seonsaeng-nim.”

He cautiously knocked on the bathroom door and called out. For a moment, he considered calling him ‘brother,’ but he still could not say it.

“Yes? What is it?”

Dohoon, sounding a bit breathless from showering, responded.

“It’s itchy.”

“Really? Wait, I’ll come out.”

Mino did not know if it was a side effect of the medication or what, but his body reacted sensitively. If it was something problematic, he should probably get it checked. That thought made him feel uneasy.

“Let’s apply some more medicine.”

After a brief examination, Dohoon applied more antiseptic to the itchy spots. As the cooling sensation spread, Mino sighed in relief.

“That’s good. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Just tell me if anything feels wrong.”

Their eyes met, and they both smiled. It was awkward to call each other by any name other than ‘Seonsaeng-nim’ during these interactions. Mino looked into Dohoon’s eyes and saw something new—a hint of possessiveness mixed with concern.

The second encounter of applying medicine to the itching had Mino feeling awkward but satisfied. He enjoyed the closeness with Dohoon, although it was slightly less intense than usual. Yet, it added a layer of intimacy that was different from their usual sexual dynamics.