SWZ Ch 6

I don’t remember.

I didn’t mean to do that.

It’s a misunderstanding….

These are all common lines heard in hearings.

Jungwoo, who was fixing the bumper of the jeep, which had been mangled while fending off zombies, pointed a monkey wrench at Junghyuk.

“You were the one who criticized me for being carefree and nosing around. Isn’t ‘carefree’ a description of yourself?”

“Did I say that? I don’t remember.”

“You said you’d only steal useful things! Were you trying to get me killed?!”

“No way, it’s a misunderstanding. Where else would I find someone as entertaining as you?”

A misunderstanding, my foot. Of course, Han Jungwoo himself was also a bit of a loose screw, leaving zombies behind to… pleasure himself, but at least he wasn’t someone who lived for the thrill of putting a knife to his own throat like Junghyuk.

“I lived like this even before the apocalypse.”

“Oh, really?”

“I can live like this because I’m confident. When you meet a lot of people, you develop something akin to foresight. You know, whether I can play with these guys or not.”

“What nonsense are you spouting again? Zombies aren’t people.”

Those amateur con men we saw today, I could have played with them easily. If I wasn’t confident, I wouldn’t have dragged you along.

Muttering calmly, Hyuk took a lollipop from his backpack and stuck it in Jungwoo’s mouth.

Jungwoo, truly disgusted, snatched the lollipop from between his pursed lips and crunched it down in one bite.

“Releasing the zombies wasn’t my original intention.”

“Then what, did they free themselves?”

“It wasn’t intentional, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

“That’s even worse!”

Jungwoo, the most dangerous thing to be wary of in Korea right now to survive isn’t zombies, it’s people. You barging into that auto repair shop without a second thought and offering to fix that bald guy’s car was a hundred times more dangerous than stealing stuff from the base camp earlier.

Junghyuk spoke as if his words were undeniable truth, confident and nonchalant. Then, he tore off a piece of dried fish jerky and shoved it into Jungwoo’s mouth, who was thumping his chest in frustration.

“Eat something. You must be startled.”

It was a clear attempt to avoid the situation, and Jungwoo felt even more aggrieved.

“You’re really abnormal.”

“Can’t deny that. We’re both abnormal.”

One succumbed to lust, the other to stimulation.

Hyuk pinched and played with Jungwoo’s jerky-chewing mouth, making it pout like a duck’s bill. However, his eyebrows soon drooped into a frown at the harsh swat of Jungwoo’s hand.

“You said you wanted to live happily in this ruined world, right? So do I. Why hesitate and regret things when the world’s already gone to hell?”

“You should at least value your life.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“At least value my life. I have a lot to do before I die. Do this kind of thing alone next time.”

Having finished repairing the bumper, Jungwoo tossed the wrench into the toolbox.

He sat down on a box he had placed on the ground earlier and pulled a water bottle from his backpack, gulping it down. His throat was dry from all the yelling.

“You lied about your age, your name, and you haven’t even told me your real job. All you do is flirt, and you’re missing a screw in your head.”

“What’s the point of age, name, or occupation in this situation? Everyone in Korea is unemployed anyway. And you enjoy the flirting.”

“Ha, damn it. Just shut up.”

Junghyuk dusted off his hands and sat down on the hood of the car.

“Get down. I just fixed the bumper.”

“And I’m not thirty-five. It’s in the magazine, isn’t it?”

He gestured with his chin towards the magazine Jungwoo had tossed aside.

“I didn’t have time to read it properly. I didn’t finish it.”

“Aren’t you curious about my age?”

“…….”

At that, Jungwoo slowly opened the magazine.

He hadn’t been able to read it properly earlier because he was so flustered. His age was in there?

Looking through the interview, there was one question that hinted at his age.

Interviewer: Knox is closer to thirty than twenty, isn’t he?

Knox: It’s already come to that. Thirty is right around the corner.

The magazine was published two years ago. So he was in his twenties at least two years ago. Now he’s thirty, or maybe thirty-one.

“We’re not twelve years apart.”

That’s such great news. Not twelve years apart, how reassuring and joyful.

Jungwoo grumbled, rolled the magazine up, and stuffed it into his hoodie pocket. He stood up.

“Going to keep the magazine?”

“Yeah. The Hyung in here sounds more reasonable than the real one. The magazine version is better.”

“Is reasonable your type? I thought it was the opposite.”

“I don’t know. Don’t ask.”

He trudged to the back of the van and pulled the blanket Junghyuk had stolen over himself.

“Going to sleep, Fuzzball?”

“Yeah. Talking to you makes me tired. I’m going to sleep.”

It sounded like a complaint, and he couldn’t help but feel sulky.

Not a single apology after putting him through all that. And he should have at least told him the truth about his job, age, or name.

He had trusted him and told him everything, thinking they were survivors who had something in common.

Hyuk chuckled softly, took off his wine-colored jacket, hung it on the driver’s seat, and got into the back.

“Sleep in the front. The back seat is cramped.”

“Are you mad?”

Yes, I am. So don’t touch me. I might just take this car and run.

When Jungwoo growled, a large hand gently stroked his head as if soothing an angry puppy. He felt even more aggrieved and closed his eyes, sealing his lips shut.

Seeing his face, Hyuk smiled faintly and stroked Jungwoo’s forehead.

“Fuzzball, tell me about yourself.”

“What about myself?”

“I find you really funny. You wouldn’t let go of that porn magazine even in that chaos. Your hands were shaking, but you calmly pushed the zombies away with the car. And you keep pestering someone you clearly don’t trust to have sex with you.”

“I’m glad you found my antics amusing. I just grabbed the magazine without thinking, so don’t misunderstand.”

Jungwoo grumbled and shifted his body. Hyuk lifted his awkwardly positioned head and placed it on his thigh.

“You seem really upset. I’m… somewhat used to a life of taking risks. Thinking about it, you probably aren’t.”

“I admit I’m a horny, crazy, perverted bastard. But I’m not someone who’s become callous to surviving life-or-death situations like you, Hyung. I’ve just been lucky.”

“I can’t guarantee your luck will continue. From now on, trust my judgment, not luck. I’ll make sure you have everything you need to survive. I really will.”

“I don’t know. I’m going to sleep, so don’t bother me.”

Jungwoo buried his head in the blanket without another word.

He hated to admit it, but Hyuk’s judgment was accurate.

Thanks to raiding Jedong’s warehouse at the auto repair shop, they had plenty of food, but not enough to last more than a month.

They had already run out of daily necessities a while ago. Same with gas. They couldn’t wander around forever; they needed a breakthrough.

However, Jungwoo wasn’t keen on a breakthrough that involved risking his life like this.

Then, he remembered that Hyuk had initially said he joined them at the auto repair shop to steal from Jedong.

This incident, in a way, could have been resolved by simply subduing the driver and driving away. Especially since he, a seasoned driver, was right there.

‘Is there a reason he’s taking such dangerous risks?’

Jungwoo suddenly wondered. Why was Cha Junghyuk living so dangerously in this apocalypse?

He’s proactive about survival, yet he treats his life like a gambling chip. Isn’t that ironic?

After pondering quietly, Jungwoo softly spoke.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah.”

“I have a question.”

“You said you were going to sleep?”

“Oh, come on. Hyung isn’t sleeping either.”

Hyuk chuckled, his throat rumbling. Jungwoo’s mouth fell open slightly as he looked up at him.

‘This is really annoying.’

Looking up at him from his lap, Hyuk looked handsome in a different way.

This is the kind of physique you need to be a decadent and rebellious Asian hot guy model featured in magazines.

Being with this guy would only raise his standards. Jungwoo lay down properly, using Hyuk’s leg as a pillow. Delicate fingers fiddled with his earlobe.

“Hyung, do you enjoy thrills? It seems like you tend to make things dangerous, even when they could be resolved peacefully.”

“I always choose the option that will entertain me. That’s all.”

Hyuk replied slowly and rubbed Jungwoo’s nose with his finger.

“I don’t understand. Is risking your life enjoyable?”

“In the industry, my nicknames were ‘extreme pleasure addict’ and ‘sociopath’.”

“That’s something to brag about. Ha, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“It is something to brag about. It means I know how to survive and enjoy myself.”

Is it really something to brag about? He stared up at Hyuk’s face.

Junghyuk’s jet-black eyes glittered in the dim dawn light. The mole under his left eye shimmered like a jewel in the darkness.

“I admit you’re good at surviving. Hyung, you’re so perceptive, resourceful, and have great sense.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Jungwoo looked at the bundles of bottled water piled up on the passenger seat. The fact that he had even taken care of something like that in the midst of all the chaos proved he was indeed someone who could survive anywhere.

“So, Hyung, do you need thrills to enjoy yourself?”

“…….”

“You said you wanted to live happily in this ruined world, just like me.”

You said you knew how to enjoy yourself. If Hyung is orchestrating these situations because he enjoys them, I can’t do anything about it. I’m also doing that… weird stuff for my own pleasure. But if it continues like this, I don’t think Hyung and I will get along.

Jungwoo spoke softly. Hyuk didn’t answer, just gently stroked his hair.

“I know it’s presumptuous of me to say this, but don’t risk your life so much. As you live, enjoyable things will eventually come your way. If you keep living like a moth drawn to a flame, you’ll only see the horizon and die before you see the sunrise.”

Hyuk smiled, only his lips curving upwards. His eyes were calm and subdued.

“Alright. Now that I have a teammate, I should be more careful, right? I also want to see a blindingly bright sunrise, not a boring horizon.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Then stop nagging and tell me about yourself.”

“Why are you so curious about me? You didn’t even listen to what I just said.”

Why do you keep asking about me? Anyone would think you’re interested. Jungwoo pouted and rolled his eyes.

“What are you curious about?”

“I’m curious why you want to do so many things. You have to have sex, go on amusement park dates… I feel like your bucket list is at least a page long.”

Jungwoo blinked slowly.

He’s only twenty-one. Isn’t it natural to have a lot of things he wants to do?

“Of course I have a lot of things I want to do.”

“You saw it yourself. Right now, most people prioritize wanting to live, not wanting to do things.”

“Well, yeah. If I had to choose, I also prioritize wanting to live. But I at least want to live like a human being.”

Junghyuk stopped stroking his hair and chuckled with interest. “How did you live before the zombie outbreak?” His low voice drifted.

After a moment of contemplation, Jungwoo began his story calmly.

“I grew up in an ordinary family. My parents were car engineers and racers.”

“That doesn’t sound ordinary at all.”

“It was ordinary. We weren’t particularly rich or poor, and we didn’t have a particularly eventful or uneventful life. Just a normal family. …Although, it’s true that I grew up in a better environment than others.”

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Han Jungwoo wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth. However, he grew up as if he were.

He didn’t have rich grandparents, nor did his family own an apartment on prime real estate in Seoul, but there was a reason he could grow up without want.

Loving parents, cheerful and kind friends, strict but good teachers, a warm environment. A blessing that couldn’t be bought with a thousand pieces of gold.

Did this kid save a country in his past life? Jin Jinhee, Han Jungwoo’s best friend, would mutter that every time she saw him.

Jungwoo also knew very well that he was a blessed person.

When he came out for the first time.

When he said he wanted to be an engineer like his mother.

When he was brutally rejected and cried after confessing his feelings to a friend in high school.

At every important moment in his life, his family and friends supported him with unwavering warmth. It was a truly solid and steadfast love.

This environment played a significant role in his inherent trust in others.

Han Jungwoo’s thought process was different from others.

Is there really a reason to be suspicious of others? Wouldn’t it be better to think about what I can add to their lives instead of wasting time doubting them?

Plants in the wilderness, constantly exposed to rain, sun, and wind, don’t worry about starving to death. Han Jungwoo was like that.

This value system solidified even further with the arrival of the zombie apocalypse.

It’s a world where you could die tomorrow. It’s too sad to be consumed by fear and waste time, so I have to live every moment to the fullest and enjoy it. So that even if I become a zombie someday, I can die without regrets.

Of course… even Han Jungwoo didn’t face the apocalypse from the very beginning with such extraordinary thoughts and a resolve to survive.

—Why, why zombies… of all things? Zombies?

When Jungwoo first witnessed the chaos on the breaking news, his mind was in complete panic.

There’s so much I haven’t done yet. So much of the world I haven’t seen. Is this really the end of my world?

His mouth denied it, but his mind instinctively knew.

Twenty-year-old Han Jungwoo. The rest of his life would be different from the life he had known. No beautiful campus life, no love stories, no success or fame.

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Dad♥

Jungwoo, it’s Dad. I can’t reach Mom. I’m going to look for her, so stay home and don’t move. I’ll come get you soon.

His father, who said he was going to look for his mother, sent this message and then never contacted him again. Naturally, he never came to get him.

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010-9xxx-1xxx

It’s Jinhee. Don’t leave your officetel! The street outside is crawling with infected!

To make matters worse, his only best friend, Jin Jinhee, who knew all about his sexual preferences and past, also lost contact after that message.

The occasional contacts he had with others completely ceased two months after the zombie outbreak when the nearby transmission tower went down.

Just like that, Han Jungwoo became completely alone.

The solid wall that had protected Han Jungwoo for over twenty years had crumbled.

Even if you don’t get hurt by people, the world will eventually hurt you in some way. He never imagined it would be in the absurd form of a zombie apocalypse.

It didn’t take long for Jungwoo to accept his solitude. Seeing the zombies roaming outside the window made it immediately clear.

Having accepted reality, he spent several days lying on the old linoleum floor of his officetel, lost in thought.

‘What am I supposed to do now? Should I struggle to survive like the survivors in movies and dramas? Should I end my life before I become a zombie?’

The thought was daunting.

I want to enjoy the rest of my time. I don’t want to kill myself. But to survive by risking everything, even abandoning my humanity, for the remaining time… felt endlessly unfair and sad.

Finally, after much deliberation, he decided to live as normally as he always had.

The world may have ended, but that doesn’t mean I have to end too.

Just because you’re breathing doesn’t mean you’re truly alive. Live like you always have, like a human being.

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While Han Jungwoo told his story, Cha Junghyuk listened silently.

Instead of his usual teasing or jokes, he brushed Jungwoo’s bangs aside and smoothed down his stray hairs.

“There were times I felt a bit down after I started surviving alone. But then I realized, nothing changes just because I’m depressed.”

“…….”

“Whatever. I might as well do everything I want to do before I die. Thinking like that made this ruined world a bit more fun. I’m still me, and the world is still the world. We’ll all become zombies someday, but I’d rather live like a human and then become a zombie, than live like an animal and then become a zombie. I think that will make me happier.”

Jungwoo spoke in his usual tone, picking at a hangnail on his finger.

It could have been a heavy story, but he recounted it casually, as if he had come to terms with it long ago.

Hyuk, who had been listening quietly, spoke.

“The world isn’t the paradise you expect it to be. It might be disappointing when you actually experience it. It could be boring and uninteresting.”

“To me, it is something special. If a thrilling daily life is Hyung’s joy, then this bucket list is the goal of my remaining life. I want to experience love, travel abroad, and go to incredibly expensive restaurants. …I also want to have sex. Because I’m curious.”

Hyuk chuckled at the last sentence. At the implication that that was all he wanted, Jungwoo rolled his eyes.

“If anything, I want to experience love more. I haven’t even gotten close to a relationship since I was dumped and lost a friend after confessing my feelings in high school.”

“Too bad. I can give you a one-night stand, but not a relationship.”

“I know, I know. That’ll have to wait until my next life. But still, if I’m lucky, I might meet another survivor who’s compatible with my heart and body, right? We’re not going to be together forever.”

Another survivor. Right. Thinking that, Hyuk wiggled his toes slightly.

They had formed a team, but there was no contract or obligation, so they could part ways anytime they wanted.

Just as Han Jungwoo said, if either of them found another survivor who was compatible, they could leave the team without any restrictions.

“Okay, the Han Jungwoo human drama is over. Talking about the past has completely woken me up. What are we going to do? I can’t drive properly if I’m sleep-deprived.”

“…….”

“Hyung, are you listening to me?”

Junghyuk was lost in thought, which was unusual for him.

Han Jungwoo hadn’t said he was going to leave immediately in search of love and life, but the thought of losing his newly acquired source of amusement someday made him feel strangely uncomfortable.

Like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away, irritation crept up from his feet.

“Let’s stay awake and keep talking, Jungwoo.”

“Hyung, you’re not listening to me, are you? I told you we’ll have an accident!”

“So what if we have an accident? It’s not like the police are going to come and arrest us. We’ll just crash into a few trees. Just enough to not die.”

He’d heard it all now. Crash into trees if he’s tired? Seriously?

Jungwoo, speechless, closed his mouth, then sighed and complained again.

“How did I end up partnering with someone like you, Hyung?”

“Your fault for being hooked by my handsome face and nice dick.”

“What good is it if the other person doesn’t want to sleep with a virgin?”

Hyuk chuckled, his eyes crinkling, and pressed his index finger between Jungwoo’s furrowed brows.

Jungwoo’s tired eyelids fluttered repeatedly as Hyuk pushed on his forehead. Staring into his innocent eyes, a question arose in Cha Junghyuk’s mind.

Some people live because they have a lot to do before they die, and others chase thrills out of inertia, weighed down by boredom. It’s the same world, so why do we see it differently?

In the past, Cha Junghyuk lived like a hedonist, chasing pleasure day and night. Years spent with no shortage of money or fame. Yet, even then, there was a sense of listlessness.

Just as no festival lasts forever, extreme hedonism also ends in boredom. Even after the arrival of the apocalypse, that cycle continued.

—I at least want to live like a human being.

The sentence Jungwoo had uttered so casually kept replaying in his mind.

If you live like a human, is it less boring?

Cha Junghyuk’s answer was, “I don’t know.” He had never lived that way.

Hyuk let out a light sigh, as he always did. This boredom, which had clung to him like a chronic illness, had plagued him long before the zombie outbreak.

He had long since given up on even this kind of contemplation, finding it trite and tiresome. Yet, a chick he’d known for less than ten days kept scratching at his mind.

“Jungwoo.”

“What?”

He had a feeling Han Jungwoo held the solution to this boredom. After hearing his story, he felt even more certain.

“The more I see you, the funnier you are. I like you.”

“Why are you picking on me again? I’ve seen you these past few days, and you’re worse than me, Hyung, not less. Look at you today. Totally, uhm…”

Hyuk’s thick thumb slipped between Jungwoo’s chattering teeth.

Seeing Jungwoo’s wide eyes, a satisfied smile finally spread across Hyuk’s lips.

“Hmph, why are y-, uhm…”

“Chatterbox. Your upper mouth is light, but what about your lower one? Is it light too?”

“What does it matter if my lower mouth is light or heavy? You’re not going to check it yourself anyway, uhmph.”

Jungwoo narrowed his eyes and grumbled. Hyuk shook off his heavy thoughts for now. He didn’t want to think about answers or anything complicated at the moment.

Cha Junghyuk would keep Han Jungwoo by his side and observe him until he got tired of him. When he got bored, he would leave him behind like his other toys.

So, for now, wasn’t the fact that “being with Han Jungwoo is entertaining” enough? As long as he kept Jungwoo from declaring the team disbanded, there wouldn’t be a problem.

And Cha Junghyuk knew exactly how to keep Han Jungwoo tied to him.

He scratched the roof of Jungwoo’s mouth with the thumb that had been inside his mouth. Jungwoo playfully bit down on his thumb.

Hyuk feigned pain and pulled his finger away.

“Ouch. That hurts.”

“You said you didn’t want to when I tried to seduce you. Why are you seducing me now that I’m tired?”

“I find myself wanting to sleep with the ones who say no more than the ones who say yes.”

“You’re a sociopath. Are you contrary?”

Hyuk’s hand slipped inside Jungwoo’s clothes. Long, delicate fingers gently rubbed his flat stomach.

“I was just thinking, I shouldn’t leave you high and dry like this.”

“High and, what? I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Our competent engineer said he needs give-and-take to maintain the team. Since you’re so upset about not being able to fool around, I’m going to do you a favor as your senior.”

Jungwoo’s mouth fell open slightly. His eyes asked if he had heard correctly.

“That’s a very dubious reason. You’re saying you’re seducing me to keep me here. Is this okay, even though you said you didn’t want a virgin?”

Despite his furrowed brows, his cheeks flushed red. Hyuk swallowed a laugh. He pinched and pulled Jungwoo’s cheeks, speaking softly.

“You’re my only source of amusement these days. What if one day you get turned on by some guy who’s smaller and uglier than me and run off with the car? That would hurt my pride too much. I thought about it, and it’s not okay.”

Flustered, Jungwoo glanced towards the driver’s seat.

Meanwhile, the hand that was gently caressing his stomach crept down below his navel. Fingers tapped on his abdomen with clear intent.

“……Hyung, your hand…”

“Jungwoo, let’s do it.”

The hand that was rubbing against his skin slipped out and reached for Jungwoo’s waistband. Without hesitation, his hand unbuckled his jeans.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah.”

Are you, are you really going to do it? Jungwoo, his cheeks flushed like ripe fruit, asked hesitantly. Despite his earlier protests about pride, anticipation welled up in his eyes like a rising tide.

“Han Jungwoo.”

“……Yes.”

“Don’t feel pressured. I’m just humoring you because I find you amusing and intriguing. No ulterior motives.”

“Well, you don’t know me well yet, Hyung, but my sexual preferences are a bit… minor.”

His small Adam’s apple bobbed nervously.

Hyuk raised an eyebrow as if surprised. “As you might have read in the magazine, my bedroom preferences are also a bit unique. So we’re even, right? Is that okay?”

A seductive smile played on his lips. He unzipped Jungwoo’s pants with a ziip.

Jungwoo bit his lip and thought, This Hyung keeps seducing me with his face when I said I was too tired.

You can only use your beauty so many times; even the most handsome face will eventually lose its effect.

“……Yeah. It’s fucking okay.”

Of course, I don’t think I’ve developed that immunity yet.

Jungwoo slid down the blanket he had wrapped himself in.

Seeing this, Hyuk finally burst out laughing.

“Ah, Fuzzball. You were right. I should be more careful with my schemes from now on. I think I’ll be a bit bored if you become a zombie. Where else am I going to find another crazy guy like you?”

Is that a compliment or an insult? Jungwoo was about to complain, but his words were cut off by the other’s breath.

“Just insult me, uhh, uh…”

This kiss was definitely different from the one at the auto repair shop. If the previous kiss had been a mere imitation, this one was clearly intended to arouse.

He pecked at his lips like a knock, then nibbled and sucked on his lower lip persistently.

As Jungwoo’s lips parted in surprise, Hyuk slipped his tongue inside like a snake, swallowing his breath.

“Uh, mmmph…!”

“Ha, relax your throat.”

“Wait, just a second, uhm…”

Their lips collided roughly, drawing blood. Hyuk gently licked the blood from Jungwoo’s lip and laughed.

Finally able to breathe, Jungwoo coughed repeatedly, catching his breath.

“Cough! Ha, I, I can’t breathe.”

“Maybe it’s the end of the world. I think I’m becoming a lowlife piece of trash. The day comes when I’m turned on by kissing a virgin.”

High-class trash or low-class trash. If you’re already a lost cause, isn’t it better to fall spectacularly into the flames of hell than to precariously walk the line?

“Hngh, Hyung. I like lowlife trash better.”

“That’s your type?”

“I like trash that has a pretty face and a truly rotten inside. …Even better if they have a dirty mouth.”

That’s me, isn’t it? Hyuk replied with a shameless smile. A shower of small, intent-filled kisses rained down on Jungwoo’s lips.

“Jungwoo.”

“Mmm. H-yes.”

“Let’s not overthink things from now on. I just want to live as I please.”

“I don’t particularly overthink things either.”

Right. You seem to live so simply that it’s worrisome. It’s a good thing we both like things simple.

Hyuk thought to himself as he unbuckled his belt.

Jungwoo gulped as he watched.

“Just in case, I’m adding this: No matter what feelings we develop for each other later, let’s stay as sex partners, just like now. I’m humoring you because I find you amusing, and you’re just overflowing with sexual desire.”

Meaning, let’s not develop deep feelings. First-timers often misunderstand.

Jungwoo paused at Hyuk’s words, then nodded. He looked rather puzzled.

Sex partners are sex partners. What else could they develop into?

He acknowledged that Cha Junghyuk was sexually attractive, but he wasn’t suitable as a romantic partner.

Han Jungwoo wanted his first and last relationship to be with someone kind and humane. Not a crazy lunatic.

Jungwoo caught his breath, still flushed from the kiss, and shifted his position. He straddled Hyuk’s thighs and slowly pulled down his pants.

Hyuk arched his back slightly at the sight.

“Our horny Fuzzball, what kind of play do you want to try so badly that you’ll regret it even after you die?”

“Hmm. A lot.”

“Alright. I can’t give you a relationship, but I’ll fulfill your fucking bucket list. That way you’ll keep driving for me and doing crazy things.”

This guy is annoying even when he’s being nice. Grumbling inwardly, Jungwoo shot him a playful glare, still feeling the excitement.

Reading his expression, Hyuk grabbed his plump buttocks and asked, “What do you want me to do? Tell me what you want.”

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Hyuk looked up at Jungwoo with subdued eyes.

A moment ago, he had asked about his preferences in bed, trying to be considerate and polite.

Is there anything you want to do? Anything you don’t like? Is it okay if I leave some marks?

What did preferences even mean to someone with no experience? Still, he wanted to know his likes and dislikes, out of a minimum sense of decency.

Despite Hyuk’s consideration, Jungwoo’s answer about his preferences was quite bold.

“I like rough and dominant play.”

“……Seriously?”

“……Yes. Totally serious.”

“You’re a virgin.”

“Even so.”

Hyuk seemed to consider it for a moment with quiet eyes, then replied with a chuckle, as if he understood.

“Alright, I’ll have to teach you a lot. You have definite preferences.”

Hyuk then had Jungwoo kneel with his thighs between his legs. He told him to hold up the hem of his hoodie.

“Why… hold my clothes?”

“To see how nicely your chest sits.”

Hyuk’s intense gaze clung to Jungwoo’s fingertips like a magnet. At the same time, a finger pushed into the tightly puckered opening. A textured condom had been slipped on at some point.

With the tight insertion, Jungwoo let out a gasp and bucked his hips, causing a lump of lube to drip onto the seat.

Jungwoo instinctively twisted his waist. His half-hard penis bobbed right in front of Hyuk’s nose.

‘Is he going to jack me off like last time? What if I cum on Hyung’s face…?’

The image of Hyuk’s face covered in his cum flashed through Jungwoo’s mind, sending a shiver down his spine.

He enjoyed such indecent acts, but the other person might not. So he subtly tried to pull his hips back from Hyuk.

…Or he tried to.

“Jungwoo.”

A low voice called out to him. His half-lidded eyes focused on Hyuk. Before he could ask “What?”, Hyuk’s finger thrust deep, hitting his sensitive spot.

“Ah! Uh…”

“Remember what I said when we first met? I told you to think of me as a mannequin and do whatever you want.”

Did he say that?

Thinking back, it seemed like such a conversation had taken place. Was it the day they first met at the adult store?

He seemed to recall Hyuk masturbating in front of him and saying he could do whatever he wanted except put his cock in his mouth. He told him to think of him as a mannequin.

Hot breaths filled the car. Jungwoo nodded slightly, and Hyuk slowly pulled out his finger and massaged his waist.

“Jungwoo, look at me.”

“Mm.”

“Spread your legs a little more.”

“Like this…?”

“Good. Now, don’t move. Until I tell you to.”

Don’t move? Jungwoo blinked in confusion, but Hyuk only smiled his usual fox-like smile, offering no explanation.

Ah, maybe it’s that. Neglect play?

“Hyung, are we perhaps…”

“You’re not supposed to talk either.”

“Ugh, but…”

Just then, a smack echoed, and a stinging sensation shot through his buttocks.

“I’m starting easy because it’s your first time. Is staying still that difficult?”

Wait. Did I just get spanked? Han Jungwoo gasped.

But Hyuk’s eyes were completely nonchalant. A peaceful and indifferent expression, as if he were looking out the car window at the passing scenery.

His expression seemed to say, “What? Is there a problem?” Jungwoo forgot to protest and just gasped, his chest heaving.

“Stay still. Don’t whine, and don’t chatter.”

The finger that had been withdrawn slowly pushed back inside. At the same time, the tip of his tongue, which had been licking below his navel, moved languidly upwards, sucking on his belly button with a chup, chup.

Jungwoo writhed, caught between a frustrating heat that felt like his brain was melting and a strange pleasure.

For some reason, the movement of Hyuk’s fingers felt more teasing than last time. The textured condom Hyuk was wearing only made it worse.

The simple rubbing against his inner walls was enough to create a vague stimulation, frustrating yet thrilling.

He suddenly remembered something Hyuk had said. He liked it when people acted like dogs in bed, but he didn’t like people who were actually like dogs.

Jungwoo wondered if cumming on Junghyuk’s face like this would make him someone who acts like a dog in bed, or just a dog in general.

“Your hips keep moving.”

Hyuk, who had been concentrating, slapped his thigh with a smack. It wasn’t particularly painful, perhaps due to his skill, but a red handprint remained.

Jungwoo desperately suppressed a shiver and let out a hot breath.

How should he describe this? It was disconcerting, yet strangely compelling.

‘Even a celestial being couldn’t save my preferences now…’

Sighing inwardly, Jungwoo clenched his teeth and closed his eyes.

“Don’t bite your lip. Keep your eyes open.”

“Hyung, let me move back a little. I think I’m going to cum on your face, uh. Like this.”

Ignoring him, Hyuk licked his lips and added another finger.

He pushed them in until the knuckles were almost visible, and a suppressed moan escaped Jungwoo’s lips. “Ugh!” His body began to tremble.

“H-ah! Wait a minute. Ahh!”

Hyuk growled.

“You’re not listening. Do you like being spanked?”

Jungwoo’s eyes snapped open. The fingers that had been thrusting deep inside him were withdrawn.

“Huh, uh…”

His erect penis bobbed, hitting his lower abdomen. But Junghyuk ignored Jungwoo’s flustered state and wiped the lube on his discarded jacket. It looked like he was about to stop.