Chapter 10.8
“To be honest, I didn’t expect you to accept it. I don’t know what to say. Okay. Let’s…do it.”
“Yes. I’ll give you a call then.”
Sangwoo finished what he had to say and tried to get up from his seat, but Jaeyoung’s voice caught him.
“Wait.”
Jaeyoung didn’t move and he looked at Sangwoo with an expression that was no different from earlier.
“Why is it from Monday on and not from today? Is it because you have to get mentally prepared?” he asked in a dry voice.
“Yes, and I have to study.”
“Study what?”
“Do I really have to tell you?”
Jaeyoung’s mouth opened. His expression strangely changed.
“Oh, I get what you mean. Then Monday… Straight to a motel?”
“That’s how I understood it.”
Jaeyoung cheeks swelled and he sighed towards the ceiling.
Pooh. There was a loud noise. He swept down his face with his palm and then said: “Gotcha. Is there nothing for today? We haven’t met in two weeks, so you must have a lot of pent up sexual frustration.”
“What can I do right at this moment? I haven’t prepared for anything.”
“You know what else you can do.”
Jaeyung had a habit of saying things in roundabout ways. So whenever they talked, Sangwoo had to go over things again. However, this time, it was easy.
“I did it last Saturday at the bar, though.”
“Doing it again won’t kill you.”
‘That’s true.’
Sangwoo stretched out his legs and hung the tip of his shoes on the wheels of the chair. As soon as he pulled it, Jaeyoung slid closer. Jaeyoung’s chair was slightly pushed back a bit after their chairs collided. Sangwoo reached out his hands, held the chair in place, and then raised his head. Jaeyoung, who was right in front of him, opened his eyes wide. Sangwoo could vividly feel the fluttering urge in his stomach.
“I’m going to kiss you, sunbae, but… do you want me to lock the door before that?”
“Go ahead.”
Sangwoo got up and pressed the lock on the round handle. When he turned around, Jaeyoung had soundlessly come to stand before him.
“Holy shit!”****
Jaeyoung’s hands quickly wrapped around both his cheeks. His lips covered his mouth, so he wasn’t able to talk anymore. Sangwoo closed his eyes and felt dizzy. Jaeyoung’s lips gave off a scent of vanilla. He didn’t know what kind of ingredient his saliva contained that made it tasted sweet. There was a huge storm which paralyzed his mind. It scattered heavy rain and thunder, making it impossible for him to come to his senses. The inside of Jaeyoung’s mouth was provoked by the uncontrollable passion of Sangwoo’s tongue. His head was filled with thoughts of wanting to conquer and eat up the guy who always made him feel strange. He felt hot and dizzy, and it was hard to tell whether it was a good or a bad thing.
Sangwoo pushed Jaeyoung’s chest away when he felt suffocated and couldn’t endure it any longer. He roughly exhaled as if he was running, and he wiped the saliva off his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You, why are you so rough when you don’t look like it?” Jaeyoung whispered with a slight frown.
The low and husky voice further stimulated Sangwoo’s sexual desire. He shouldn’t have done that. It only got worse and it wasn’t relieved one bit. Sangwoo didn’t know how to relieve the urge that was boiling and overflowing, so he took a breath.
‘Just endure it until Monday, and it’ll be solved.’
His serious eyes pierced Sangwoo’s face.
“I’m confused as to whether you’re an idiot or a genius.”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to say. I’m leaving.”
Sangwoo returned to his seat and hung the backpack on his shoulders. He quickly rushed out of the studio, because he felt like he would commit a crime if he stayed any longer.
return 0;
As Sangwoo had expected, the festival was full of substandard events. Flags were fluttering in the wind, there were colorful tents, oddly dressed people, shouting, and loud music everywhere. It was a place with a collection of everything that was a disturbance to one’s eyes and ears.
“Wow, isn’t it really cool?”
Sangwoo normally thought Jihye was a student with good common sense and flexible thinking, but she was strange today. Her eyes were glistening and everything she ate and saw was delicious and looked cool.
Sangwoo met Jihye at 11:00 and watched a magic performer that dazzled both audiences who could violate the laws of physics. At 12:02, he endured the fraudulent act of drawing cards at a tarot card café, and they then had sandwiches. At 12:42, he missed his earplugs while watching the band department’s ear ripping performance, and from 1:13 p.m, he read unclean books while drinking beverages at the manhwa department’s café. When Jihye exited at 3:43 p.m., her eyes were swollen because she had cried while reading manhwa.
“I didn’t know that Aran was going to die. What do they mean leukemia! It’s so sad, really. Moreover, Hwi-hyeol and Bae are siblings?… The plot twist gives you goosebumps.”
“Yes. I’ll give you a call then.”
Sangwoo finished what he had to say and tried to get up from his seat, but Jaeyoung’s voice caught him.
“Wait.”
Jaeyoung didn’t move and he looked at Sangwoo with an expression that was no different from earlier.
“Why is it from Monday on and not from today? Is it because you have to get mentally prepared?” he asked in a dry voice.
“Yes, and I have to study.”
“Study what?”
“Do I really have to tell you?”
Jaeyoung’s mouth opened. His expression strangely changed.
“Oh, I get what you mean. Then Monday… Straight to a motel?”
“That’s how I understood it.”
Jaeyoung cheeks swelled and he sighed towards the ceiling.
Pooh. There was a loud noise. He swept down his face with his palm and then said: “Gotcha. Is there nothing for today? We haven’t met in two weeks, so you must have a lot of pent up sexual frustration.”
“What can I do right at this moment? I haven’t prepared for anything.”
“You know what else you can do.”
Jaeyung had a habit of saying things in roundabout ways. So whenever they talked, Sangwoo had to go over things again. However, this time, it was easy.
“I did it last Saturday at the bar, though.”
“Doing it again won’t kill you.”
‘That’s true.’
Sangwoo stretched out his legs and hung the tip of his shoes on the wheels of the chair. As soon as he pulled it, Jaeyoung slid closer. Jaeyoung’s chair was slightly pushed back a bit after their chairs collided. Sangwoo reached out his hands, held the chair in place, and then raised his head. Jaeyoung, who was right in front of him, opened his eyes wide. Sangwoo could vividly feel the fluttering urge in his stomach.
“I’m going to kiss you, sunbae, but… do you want me to lock the door before that?”
“Go ahead.”
Sangwoo got up and pressed the lock on the round handle. When he turned around, Jaeyoung had soundlessly come to stand before him.
“Holy shit!”****
Jaeyoung’s hands quickly wrapped around both his cheeks. His lips covered his mouth, so he wasn’t able to talk anymore. Sangwoo closed his eyes and felt dizzy. Jaeyoung’s lips gave off a scent of vanilla. He didn’t know what kind of ingredient his saliva contained that made it tasted sweet. There was a huge storm which paralyzed his mind. It scattered heavy rain and thunder, making it impossible for him to come to his senses. The inside of Jaeyoung’s mouth was provoked by the uncontrollable passion of Sangwoo’s tongue. His head was filled with thoughts of wanting to conquer and eat up the guy who always made him feel strange. He felt hot and dizzy, and it was hard to tell whether it was a good or a bad thing.
Sangwoo pushed Jaeyoung’s chest away when he felt suffocated and couldn’t endure it any longer. He roughly exhaled as if he was running, and he wiped the saliva off his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You, why are you so rough when you don’t look like it?” Jaeyoung whispered with a slight frown.
The low and husky voice further stimulated Sangwoo’s sexual desire. He shouldn’t have done that. It only got worse and it wasn’t relieved one bit. Sangwoo didn’t know how to relieve the urge that was boiling and overflowing, so he took a breath.
‘Just endure it until Monday, and it’ll be solved.’
His serious eyes pierced Sangwoo’s face.
“I’m confused as to whether you’re an idiot or a genius.”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to say. I’m leaving.”
Sangwoo returned to his seat and hung the backpack on his shoulders. He quickly rushed out of the studio, because he felt like he would commit a crime if he stayed any longer.
return 0;
As Sangwoo had expected, the festival was full of substandard events. Flags were fluttering in the wind, there were colorful tents, oddly dressed people, shouting, and loud music everywhere. It was a place with a collection of everything that was a disturbance to one’s eyes and ears.
“Wow, isn’t it really cool?”
Sangwoo normally thought Jihye was a student with good common sense and flexible thinking, but she was strange today. Her eyes were glistening and everything she ate and saw was delicious and looked cool.
Sangwoo met Jihye at 11:00 and watched a magic performer that dazzled both audiences who could violate the laws of physics. At 12:02, he endured the fraudulent act of drawing cards at a tarot card café, and they then had sandwiches. At 12:42, he missed his earplugs while watching the band department’s ear ripping performance, and from 1:13 p.m, he read unclean books while drinking beverages at the manhwa department’s café. When Jihye exited at 3:43 p.m., her eyes were swollen because she had cried while reading manhwa.
“I didn’t know that Aran was going to die. What do they mean leukemia! It’s so sad, really. Moreover, Hwi-hyeol and Bae are siblings?… The plot twist gives you goosebumps.”
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