Side Story 1 (2) (END)
by GideonInstead of answering, Taemo grabbed the hem of his wet shirt. He crossed his arms in an X and pulled it up, revealing a torso of solid, well-defined muscle. Perhaps it was because he spent hours each day working out, but Juhyeon couldn’t help but admire his physique every time he saw it. His skin was a deep tan, and the scars scattered across his body gave him an even more menacing air.
The sound of Juhyeon swallowing hard echoed loudly in the silence. Taemo stacked a thick pillow beneath Juhyeon’s hips, then spread his knees wide, lowering his dark gaze as he gestured with his eyes.
“I don’t know,” Taemo said. “I’ll decide after I watch you undo it.”
“U-undo it? Me? Alone?”
“Hurry up.”
The command dropped low, and Juhyeon could only blink, hesitating. When he still didn’t move, Taemo grabbed his hand and guided it between his own legs. As his wrist brushed against his own cock, which was twitching as it grew harder, Juhyeon’s body trembled violently. His body was responding faithfully.
“…”
I’ve only done this a few times on my own, so it’s kind of hard… Juhyeon chewed his lower lip, hesitating. But as the throbbing in his groin grew more intense, he knew he had to do something. He brought his trembling hand to his entrance. Even though it was his own hand, his waist flinched the moment he felt his own body heat.
“Ugh, ah!”
Even pushing his finger in properly was difficult. Watching Juhyeon’s clumsy efforts, Taemo reached down to his own still-clothed groin. The bulge beneath his training pants was starkly pronounced. The gray fabric was already stained in several places, perhaps from the water splashing when he’d washed Juhyeon earlier.
“Ah…”
His veins stood out in relief as he slowly stroked the thick outline of his erection. His intense gaze remained fixed on Juhyeon’s fingertips, which were still fumbling awkwardly at the entrance. The sheer heat of that stare made Juhyeon feel as if his own backside was being probed and pried open. Unconsciously, he gasped, his entrance twitching as he writhed his hips. When he pushed his finger in a little further, he already felt a tight, full sensation spreading through him. His thighs trembled violently, curling inward.
“Fuck it in properly. It won’t hurt as much if you do.”
“Ah, I can’t… I’m not doing it right…”
“You need to learn to do things you hate. I spoiled you too much.”
Taemo frowned, rapidly jerking his cock. The hard outline was clearly visible, straining against his training pants as it pressed closer to his lower belly. Juhyeon’s body was burning up, even though he couldn’t get his entrance to loosen. He was already too used to the pleasure of that thick cock drilling into him.
“C-can’t you just do it for me, Hyung?” Juhyeon whimpered, his voice nearly breaking. The hand buried between his thighs was still only poking shallowly in and out of his entrance.
Taemo licked his lips and gave a low command.
“Haa… Fuck, thrust a little faster.”
Taemo’s eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he urged Juhyeon on. Juhyeon squeezed his eyes shut, his wrist pumping back and forth. At first, even swallowing a single knuckle had been a struggle, but now, two knuckles sank in deep.
“Ah, ah…!”
A moan escaped him with every deeper thrust. But it wasn’t enough—not like usual. If Taemo had been the one working him loose, his fingertips would have already found that sweet spot, gently scraping against the sensitized entrance. No matter how far Juhyeon pushed his middle finger in, he couldn’t reach it. Is it because I’m drunk? Juhyeon whimpered, bending his wrist further.
“Don’t just thrust blindly. You have to twist it gently.”
Juhyeon squirmed, unable to settle, and mashed the back of his head against the seat. His face felt too hot, as if the alcohol were surging back into his system. Every time his lower abdomen tightened, the entrance constricted, making his fingers tingle with a dull ache. I must have clenched like this a lot when Hyung’s cock was in and out of me, he thought. That must have hurt him.
“H-Hah… When you told me to… relax… you weren’t just saying that, were you?”
“Starting to understand now?”
“…”
Taemo let out a soft chuckle and wrapped his hand around Juhyeon’s knee. Holding his trembling leg firmly to keep it from closing, he began to probe his own entrance more rapidly.
“Push it in deeper. It’s even tighter inside.”
Focused on Taemo’s low, heavy voice, Juhyeon worked his fingers faster inside himself. His cock, pressed against his palm, throbbed with heat. He let out a ragged breath as he pushed a second finger into his tight entrance.
“Ngh, ah…!”
“You have to stretch it out slowly.”
Usually, Taemo would be the one diligently loosening Juhyeon up, even when Juhyeon begged him to stop. But today, he was being especially cruel. Juhyeon had managed to insert his index finger, but it was too difficult to stretch himself open further.
“H-Hyung, just do it for me. It’s too hard…”
“No.”
“Nngh… please do it. Please…”
Juhyeon’s voice trailed off, his words slurred as he whimpered. He looked up at Taemo with tear-brimmed eyes. He saw the muscle in Taemo’s clenched jaw twitch. He’d played this card knowing it would work, and it seemed to have worked perfectly.
“You’re such a handful, aren’t you?”
Taemo let out a short breath and yanked down the waistband of his training pants. With a soft thud, his already wet, glistening cock sprang free. He stroked the dark, swollen shaft a few times, the pre-cum coating it like a slick glaze.
“…So, am I a nuisance? A bother?”
The words escaped Juhyeon’s lips before he could think, and he regretted them instantly. Taemo slowly pulled Juhyeon’s fingers from where they were awkwardly hooked at the entrance. Juhyeon’s thighs trembled, and his hole twitched. Taemo stared intently at the sight before finally meeting his eyes.
“How could you think that?”
His voice was low and heavy as he pressed down firmly on Juhyeon’s still-spasming thigh. He pressed his body flush against the gap between Juhyeon’s spread legs. Then, he thrust his cock against the entrance that hadn’t even been properly loosened.
“Ah, ugh…! You’re… you’re going to put it in?”
“I told you. You should have loosened up while you had the chance.”
His hard cock forced its way into the entrance. It was barely open, and even though only the head had managed to slip inside, the fit was already painfully tight. Despite the lack of preparation, Taemo continued to push, the tight folds of flesh gripping his shaft. He could feel the ridged veins of his cock scraping against the constricted walls.
“Ugh, ah…!”
“Ah…”
Taemo winced, one eye narrowing as he rapidly stroked the base of his cock. The movement caused the head, barely buried inside, to twitch. In response, his lower abdomen tightened, squeezing the shaft. With every spasm, Taemo let out a short, sharp groan.
“Huu…”
Before the cock could even be fully swallowed, it gushed a thick, viscous fluid, filling Juhyeon’s insides with a heavy warmth. He trembled violently, struggling to endure the foreign sensation. Taemo kept his head bowed low, panting heavily.
Before the semen had even fully spilled out, Taemo began to thrust his hips. Perhaps because Juhyeon’s entrance was now slicked with fluid, his cock slid in effortlessly, without the friction from before. It pushed past the entrance as if coated in gel, the thick shaft stretching his inner walls as it drove deep inside, even though he hadn’t been properly loosened.
“Ah…”
The head of the cock scraped against a sensitive spot deep inside. A flash of white light crossed Juhyeon’s vision, and a shiver raced down his spine. He threw his head back, letting out a long, drawn-out moan. Taemo gripped Juhyeon’s writhing body tightly and began to fuck him in earnest.
Thud, thud.
Taemo pulled back sharply, then plunged back in, repeating the motion. With every thrust, Juhyeon’s erect cock swayed, smearing pre-cum across his lower belly.
“Ngh! Ah…! Ah!”
The cock drove into him so fast and deep that Juhyeon’s vision blurred. The insides of his spread thighs grew sore. The semen that had filled his inner walls flowed back out with each withdrawal, only to be pushed back inside by the next thrust. The entrance burned with the friction of the rough in-and-out movements and the wet, squelching sounds.
“H-Hyung…! Hold me… hold me tight.”
Juhyeon, who had been clutching the sheets in desperation, reached out. By now, they should have been chest to chest, feeling each other’s heartbeats, but today Taemo just gripped his waist and relentlessly fucked him.
“…”
Taemo didn’t answer, only thrusting his hips with a wide, sweeping motion. Juhyeon’s hand, which he’d managed to reach out, trembled violently before clutching at empty air. His dark eyes simply stared at Juhyeon in silence. He looked like someone who was furious.
“Why… why aren’t you… ungh… saying anything…? Are you… hngh… mad?”
Juhyeon tentatively probed, a flicker of hope stirring within him. Maybe he’s jealous, just like I wanted.
“How could I be mad? If I were truly angry, you’d be dead.”
“Th-then… are you jealous…?”
“What’s there to be jealous of when it comes to those kids?”
Juhyeon flinched at the scoff and withdrew his hand. He clutched the sheets again, his grip desperate, as he stole a glance at Taemo’s face. The man’s expression remained impassive, his hips continuing their relentless drive.
“Th-then… hngh… ungh… why are you doing this…?”
“I’m punishing you. Who told you to get this drunk when Kang Yi-do isn’t around? You’ve gotten sloppy, haven’t you?”
“…”
“Did I tell you you’d die if you didn’t keep in touch properly, or did I not?”
“…D-Did you… really say I’d die?”
“Yeah.”
“Hah…”
The hands gripping his waist tightened. The pain felt like his bones were being crushed, but Juhyeon endured it. Taemo denied it, but Juhyeon felt this was closer to jealousy. The aftermath was a bit much to handle, but hadn’t he succeeded in provoking Taemo’s jealousy to some extent?
“Do it properly.”
“…Y-Yes, sir.”
Or maybe not. Did I fail? He couldn’t think straight as the thick head of Taemo’s cock repeatedly stabbed at his flushed inner walls.
“Ngh, ah, hmpf…”
His breath quickened with every thrust. Thud. Thud. Each rough impact crushed Taemo’s pubic hair against his buttocks. Despite being thoroughly drenched, it still stung. His vision blurred and spun, making his stomach churn. Juhyeon squeezed his eyes shut.
A sudden thought struck him: How did he know Kang-i left first? But the thought was cut short as the head of Taemo’s cock relentlessly rubbed against a particularly sensitive spot on his inner wall.
The unusually fierce and relentless session finally ended as dawn broke. After only a few hours of sleep, Juhyeon’s mind was a fog and his body was aching, but he still felt good. No matter how he thought about it, it seemed Lee Taemo had been jealous. Although Taemo himself had vehemently denied it to the end, Juhyeon was certain. Whether it was because of the photo where he was cheek-to-cheek with his classmate, or because he hadn’t replied to his messages—he wasn’t sure which one it was, but it was definitely jealousy.
Once Juhyeon got a taste of the satisfaction it brought, he started doing it more and more. He began deliberately ignoring messages or going completely off the grid. Kang-i would shoot him worried glances, muttering, “You’re going to regret this,” but Juhyeon couldn’t give up this way of confirming his affection.
Today, he was in a good mood. That’s why the alcohol went down so smoothly. He’d blacked out at some point, and he had no idea when Kang-i, who had been with him the whole time, had left. When he finally came to, he was sprawled across the backseat of a car. Juhyeon blinked stupidly for a moment before bolting upright.
“Huh? Huh?”
As he made those foolish sounds, someone peeked through the gap between the front seats. It was a familiar face.
“Hey, Du-hui! When did we even get in the car? Did the others all get out? Did you drive us here yourself?”
“I told you I’d drop you off, hyung! See? I’m a great driver, right?”
Juhyeon giggled as he watched the back of his friend’s head, who was shouting something or other from the passenger seat. He didn’t even notice the taxi driver’s exasperated glare.
“Student, is it past that telephone pole over there?”
“Yes, that’s the spot. Actually, that’s my hyung’s house. His name is Taemo. Lee Taemo. You might know him, sir…”
The driver didn’t say a word until the car turned into the alley and stopped in front of the house. Even so, Juhyeon seemed to be having the time of his life, pressing his face against the window to look outside.
“This is the way to our house!”
“Hyung, he’s waiting out there. I’m pulling over, okay?”
“Whoa, really? The driver knows you too? I knew it… I knew you’d be famous.”
Before Juhyeon could even finish his sentence, the rear door swung open. Startled, he gasped, having not even noticed the car had stopped.
“You reek of alcohol.”
A low sigh followed. Even through his drunken haze, Juhyeon immediately recognized the man who leaned in to meet his eyes. Oblivious to the mood, Juhyeon clung to Taemo.
“The driver knows you too! Isn’t that amazing?”
“Yeah, it is.”
Taemo offered a half-hearted reply as he hauled Juhyeon completely out of the backseat. Tucking the limp-bodied Juhyeon under his arm, Taemo said something to the driver, handed over some cash, and then roughly patted the back of his passed-out friend’s head in the passenger seat.
Juhyeon watched the whole scene blankly, then burst into giggles. When he muttered about not knowing Taemo was so close with the driver, Taemo offered a half-hearted reply: “I didn’t know either.”
The taxi pulled out of the alley. Juhyeon waved at its retreating rear. Taemo pulled down Juhyeon’s dangling hand and raised an eyebrow.
“Hey, Woo Juhyeon.”
Drunk, Juhyeon failed to notice Taemo’s hardened expression or his low, heavy voice. He just raised his hand brightly and answered energetically.
“Yes!”
“…What time do you think it is right now?”
“It was 9 o’clock earlier… What time is it now?”
“It’s 2 o’clock.”
“Huh? Really? The short hand is on the 2? Look!”
Juhyeon rubbed his eyes and pulled Taemo’s hand toward him. He leaned in so close his face almost pressed against the wristwatch, then whipped his head back up. The sudden movement sent his hair disheveled.
“Huh? That’s weird. When I saw it at the bar earlier, it was at 9. Is this thing broken?”
“It’s completely broken, this one.”
The cold expression on Taemo’s face gradually softened. It was hard to stay angry when he saw Juhyeon—tongue-tied and unable to even keep his balance, swaying on his feet—tapping the watch face with his palm and insisting it was broken. He needs to be in his right mind for me to even scold him.
“Look. How does it go from 9 to 2? It should be bigger than 9. The numbers are supposed to go backward, right? I’m telling you, it’s weird. I don’t think it’s 2 o’clock… It was definitely 9 o’clock earlier.”
Taemo finally let out a soft chuckle and smoothed Juhyeon’s disheveled hair.
“You’re cute.”
“Cute?”
You think I’m cute even though it’s not 9 o’clock? Taemo pulled Juhyeon’s shoulders closer, drawing him into an embrace as Juhyeon continued to babble, his words slurred with intoxication.
“Yeah. You’re cute even though it’s way past 9 o’clock. You’re so cute I can’t even get mad at you.”
Juhyeon’s body was warm, and he followed Taemo’s lead without resistance, having passed the point of moderate drunkenness. Taemo took him inside, washed him, and changed him into fresh clothes. Juhyeon kept rambling about how time was moving strangely, then suddenly dashed upstairs, dragged a mattress off the bed, and started counting the gold stashed inside. He counted it over and over again. After a while, Taemo finally caught the restless man and dressed him in pajamas.
He had thrown a fit, insisting he had to count the cash this time, but Taemo had threatened him into submission, and now he was finally quiet. Juhyeon was fast asleep, still curled up in a tight ball as if he were terrified. After sliding the mattress back into place, Taemo lifted Juhyeon’s curled-up form and tucked him into bed, letting out a low, weary sigh.
“Is this dating, or am I raising a son?”
He clicked his tongue and shook his head. To anyone else, it would have sounded like a complaint, but the corners of Taemo’s mouth were turned up in a smile the whole time. Even while washing him, Juhyeon had fought so much that Taemo’s own clothes and hair were damp. Brushing back his wet hair, Taemo pulled the blanket over Juhyeon, tucking him in snugly. Then, he began tidying up the clothes Juhyeon had worn.
As he pulled the phone from the pocket of the coat, he saw a message Juhyeon had started typing in his group chat with his classmates but never sent.
Let’s go for jjamppong for round 2.
The message was a mess of typos and random numbers, but Taemo recognized what Juhyeon had been trying to type instantly. Round two with jjamppong? Yeah, right. After fiddling with his phone for a long moment, he set it down quietly on the nightstand.
“…You were practically throwing a fit about wanting pizza earlier.”
Will his stomach handle jjamppong this early in the morning? Taemo scratched his forehead and slipped out of the room. Inside, the only sound was the steady, soft rhythm of Juhyeon’s breathing.
“My stomach…”
“I’m going to drink some tomato juice. It’s starting to feel a bit nauseous.”
As if he’d known Juhyeon was craving something spicy to settle his stomach, Taemo had even ordered jjamppong for him that morning. Juhyeon thought he’d felt refreshed after polishing off every last drop of the soup, but the moment he got into the car, his stomach churned again. He reclined the passenger seat halfway and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Isn’t it closer to the cafe if we get out here?”
“You’re right.”
Juhyeon shot up, straightening the seatback. In that moment, Taemo effortlessly lifted the bag he’d tossed carelessly into the back seat.
“Today’s the day your schedule aligns with Kang-i’s, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, yeah. We’re meeting up later.”
Taemo knew not only Juhyeon’s schedule but Kang-i’s lecture times as well. He never had to be told what time to be at school or when to pick him up.
“Woo Juhyeon. What about the taxi fare? Are you just going to eat and run?”
“Ah.”
Juhyeon, who had been tidying his bag, spun around. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Taemo’s cheek.
“You smell like alcohol, so just one for today. Thanks for the ride!”
It was a fleeting kiss, a small token of gratitude and the only display of affection Juhyeon could manage without feeling awkward. At first, Taemo had made a fuss, claiming it gave him the creeps and that he should be paid for his services.
“See you later!”
“Pay attention to the professor.”
“Yes, yes, I will.”
Juhyeon waved and stepped out of the car. As he walked toward the cafe, he kept glancing back. Taemo’s car remained parked in the same spot for a long time. With the windows tinted so darkly, he couldn’t tell if Taemo was watching him, but…
Why are you staring so hard? It’s embarrassing.
He was certain that Lee Taemo would stay right there, watching him until he completely disappeared from view. Juhyeon waved several more times at the man he couldn’t even see clearly.
After dragging himself through his classes, he met up with Kang-i, whose lecture had ended around the same time. The two of them wandered through the parking lot, each happily sipping a bubble tea.
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