TAF Ch 14

And he brought whiskey and poured it into glasses. Was it too much to ask him to drink it straight, without even ice? He hesitated for a moment.

Right now, he didn’t have the time to worry about such details. Having come to that conclusion, Yeonwoo took the sleeping pills he had prepared out of his pocket.

“Going to drink?”

Just then, Chahyun appeared behind him, and Yeonwoo reflexively shoved the pills back into his pocket.

“Uh? Yeah.”

Yeonwoo quickly grabbed one of the two glasses filled with whiskey and took a sip, hoping to appear natural.

“…Just a little.”

Sensing that Chahyun was about to object, Yeonwoo smiled, his eyes crinkling, and pleaded.

“Please? Just one glass.”

“Just that one.”

“Okay. Dry my hair for me.”

Yeonwoo sat on the sofa, still holding the glass. Chahyun went to the bedroom, saying he would get the hairdryer.

After confirming Chahyun had disappeared into the room, Yeonwoo took the sleeping pills out again and dropped them into the glass. He swirled the glass, hoping they would dissolve quickly.

“What are you doing?”

However, only a few seconds later, Chahyun came back out with the hairdryer, forcing Yeonwoo to awkwardly set the swirling glass down.

“Nothing. …Have a drink too.”

“What is this?”

Chahyun asked what kind of alcohol it was, reaching for the glass Yeonwoo had been swirling.

Yeonwoo’s heart dropped. The sleeping pills hadn’t fully dissolved yet and were floating in Chahyun’s glass.

It would be a disaster if he saw them.

I should have crushed or powdered them beforehand. Regret was useless now.

“Chahyun.”

Yeonwoo called Chahyun’s name without thinking. He got up and wrapped his arms around Chahyun’s neck. He had to stall for time until the pills dissolved.

Chahyun met Yeonwoo’s eyes, as if asking what was wrong.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“Honestly, one house isn’t enough.”

Chahyun tilted his head slightly, asking what he meant.

“You said you’d give it to me. The apartment.”

“Do you need anything else?”

Chahyun put down the hairdryer and gently stroked Yeonwoo’s wet hair as he asked.

Yeonwoo racked his brain, trying to distract Chahyun from looking at the glass.

“The building in Nonhyeon-dong. The seven-story one.”

He immediately regretted blurting that out. Did he ask for too much? What if Chahyun thought he was a money-grubbing person?

He had never asked for something like this before, so he was nervous about how Chahyun would react.

“Should I give you that?”

Contrary to his worries, a clear smile spread across Chahyun’s face.

Yeonwoo nodded vigorously.

“Yes. I need it.”

“You need it?”

Chahyun repeated his words, finding them endearing.

“Yes. I realized I don’t have much. Give me that commercial building.”

This time, Chahyun burst out laughing. It had been a long time since he had seen him throw his head back and laugh like this.

“You sounded like a debt collector just now.”

“So, are you going to give it to me or not? The building. Seven stories. Nonhyeon-dong.”

Yeonwoo pressed him as if challenging him. Even he thought he sounded like a gold digger trying to fleece her rich boyfriend.

“I have to. Hong Yeonwoo needs it.”

But strangely, Chahyun seemed to really enjoy it. He even covered his face with his hands and shook his shoulders with laughter.

Is this his type?

It felt a little unfair if that was the case. He’d had plenty of opportunities to take things from him before. If he had known Chahyun was going to marry another woman, he should have at least taken some money.

Would he be less sad and angry now if he had? He didn’t know.

Yeonwoo, forgetting about his hair being dried, accepted Chahyun’s kiss, and then slightly opened his eyes to check the whiskey glass.

The sleeping pills seemed to have mostly dissolved.

“What else do you need?”

Chahyun asked, his tongue exploring Yeonwoo’s mouth. He lifted Yeonwoo and laid him down gently on the sofa so his ankle wouldn’t bear any weight.

Yeonwoo responded to the kiss enthusiastically.

“Hmm, if I tell you…. Will you give me everything?”

“I will.”

Chahyun nibbled lightly on Yeonwoo’s lower lip.

“But there’s a condition.”

“What is it?”

“Let me sleep with you tonight.”

“Hey, that’s…”

“Please? Just tonight. I’ll use a condom.”

Yeonwoo was flustered. That meant he would have to stay with Chahyun all night.

This was especially problematic since he had to escape without waking Chahyun up early in the morning.

“Something else… My ankle is uncomfortable in that position.”

“Then after your ankle heals?”

“…Okay.”

Yeonwoo reluctantly agreed. Chahyun sought confirmation again.

“You promised, Hong Yeonwoo.”

“I get it.”

Yeonwoo shifted, placing his hand on Chahyun’s shoulder. Pretending to get into a comfortable position, he naturally glanced towards the glasses. The sleeping pills had completely dissolved, becoming invisible. Finally.

“Since you said no, we’ll have to do something else tonight.”

“What… are you going to make me do?”

“Spread your legs.”

Wearing only one of Chahyun’s t-shirts after showering, Yeonwoo hesitated, then spread his legs. He then lifted the t-shirt himself.

Chahyun, who was reaching inside the shirt to pull down his underwear, froze. Yeonwoo wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

His pink groin, penis, and hole were all clearly visible between his legs.

As Chahyun’s surprised look transformed into sticky desire, Yeonwoo, embarrassed, pulled the t-shirt down again.

“Lift it again. Let me see properly.”

Chahyun commanded. Alpha pheromones flowed in blatantly. Yeonwoo, trying to control his increasingly rapid breathing, gripped the fabric.

He hadn’t been this proactive in bed before, so it was difficult to comply with Chahyun’s request while sober.

“Drink… that first.”

Yeonwoo reached out and brought his glass from the table to his lips, draining it.

Damn it. I shouldn’t get drunk.

Muttering inwardly, Yeonwoo offered the remaining glass to Chahyun.

“You drink too.”

Chahyun, his chest heaving with excitement, didn’t immediately take the glass from Yeonwoo but stared at it intently.

Did he notice something strange…?

As he nervously watched Chahyun, he snatched the glass and drank it all in one go.

The movement of his thick Adam’s apple was clearly visible.

Yeonwoo relaxed, relieved.

“Done? Show me again, quickly.”

Chahyun, placing the empty glass carelessly on the table, urged Yeonwoo.

Yeonwoo, braving his embarrassment, lifted the fabric again. It was loose like a dress, probably because it was Chahyun’s shirt. He hadn’t worn underwear on purpose, but receiving such a blatant stare made him unsure where to look.

“Fuck, have I been living with a nine-tailed fox?”

Chahyun muttered under his breath. Then he reached down and inserted his index finger directly into Yeonwoo’s hole.

“Ah!”

“Were you waiting for me to fuck you?”

Chahyun nibbled Yeonwoo’s ear and moved his finger inside him.

Yeonwoo’s body stiffened at the familiar intrusion. His entrance was still dry, so even a finger was uncomfortable.

“Slowly… a little slower…”

“So damn tight. Ha.”

Despite his words, Chahyun carefully moved his finger to widen the inner walls.

“You… like it tight.”

Yeonwoo reached down and rubbed Chahyun’s already growing erection. He could feel it hardening under his touch.

He wondered if he was provoking Chahyun too much, but Yeonwoo soon dismissed such worries. Chahyun would be asleep soon because of the sleeping pills. So it was okay to do this much.

“Why are you being so sweet today?”

Chahyun stared intently at Yeonwoo, who was saying only what he wanted to hear, as if slightly intoxicated. He was finding it increasingly difficult to control his desire. His lower abdomen tightened, stimulated by Yeonwoo’s omega pheromones.

“Because I have to get that building from you.”

Yeonwoo smiled bashfully and pulled Chahyun’s erect penis fully out of his pants. Chahyun, seemingly mesmerized by Yeonwoo’s flushed face, clenched his jaw against the rising lust.

“It’ll be a problem if you don’t give it to me, damn it.”

“Yes, you have to give it to me.”

Chahyun removed his hand and quickly pulled out a condom from the drawer next to the sofa. He was very adept at tearing open the foil packet with his teeth and rolling it onto his penis.

“Lubricate my cock with your fluids.”

Chahyun whispered, rubbing his hard penis against Yeonwoo’s perineum. Yeonwoo’s ears flushed at the blatant, almost vulgar request.

“Ah, that’s a bit…”

“Quickly. Ha, it’ll hurt if I just put it in.”

“I don’t want to, just… do it. Or we have lube.”

“Why use lube? There’s so much fluid here.”

Chahyun deliberately rubbed his length around the opening, as if to make Yeonwoo hear. As he said, a squelching sound came from Yeonwoo’s now wet entrance.

“Rub it on my dick, hmm? With your hand.”

“You already… uh, did it.”

“You want that building, don’t you?”

His husky voice dropped low, as if they were making a secret deal. He seemed unwilling to budge.