Free Web NovelSince it was already out, Haejun suggested they stop by for a light drink before heading home and led Lee Kangjoo along. Lee Kangjoo didn’t refuse. Maybe he found the effort to help him discover a hobby endearing.
Lee Kangjoo didn’t touch alcohol. He said he had to drive. When Haejun suggested calling a driver, he replied that doing it himself was better. Haejun joked, asking if he seriously couldn’t even trust a hired driver, and Lee Kangjoo answered with that same familiar smile instead of words.
Either way, once you walked into a bar, you had to wet your throat. Haejun drank alone, but thankfully didn’t have to pour his own. Whenever his glass emptied, Lee Kangjoo refilled it, and when Haejun gestured for a toast, Lee Kangjoo matched him with a water glass.
Drinking outside with Lee Kangjoo. Riding that excited mood, the alcohol went down more easily than usual. Maybe that was why. When they wrapped things up and stepped out, Haejun was pleasantly drunk, wobbling with every step. Not so bad that he couldn’t move at all, but bad enough that he needed someone solid beside him to keep from falling.
Lee Kangjoo readily became that support. When Haejun tripped on a stone and nearly pitched forward, Kangjoo caught him by the forearm and calmly pulled him upright.
“Could we sit for a minute? My stomach feels kind of off.”
He’d poured it down too fast; it felt like the booze was trying to crawl back up his esophagus. Afraid he might actually make a mess, Haejun grabbed the end of Lee Kangjoo’s sleeve.
The night air was chilly, perfect for cooling his overheated body. Haejun took a seat on a nearby bench first. When he patted the spot beside him, Lee Kangjoo willingly sat down at his side.
“So how was today? The movie, the bar, all that.”
“It was fine.”
Compared to the ambitious plan he’d put together, it was a boring answer. Haejun gripped the bench with both hands and pressed for more.
“More specifically. Like, was it fun, or was there something you didn’t like. If you tell me, I’ll plan it better next time.”
“Isn’t today enough?”
“Come on, you can’t call it a hobby if you do it just once. Don’t you need to try a few times to know whether it suits you or not?”
“Is that so.”
“Next time, should we go to an exhibition? Or how about hiking. If the weather’s nice, we could go to that hanok village over there. They say everyone walks around in hanbok. I think it’d suit you, sir. Wearing a gat, with your robe fluttering.”
With his solid build, he’d look good in anything, but dressed like he’d stepped out of a historical drama, everyone would turn to look.
He’d labeled it as something for Lee Kangjoo, but really, most of it was what Haejun wanted. Things he’d never been able to do because he’d had no time and no money—he wanted to do them with Lee Kangjoo.
Chattering nonstop, Haejun kept sneaking glances at Lee Kangjoo’s profile. Maybe it was the alcohol, but tonight his eyes kept getting stuck on those lips.
Not too flat, not stingy—just the right size, plush top and bottom, nicely shaped. His eyes, nose, jaw all earned the word handsome, but those lips were pretty enough to steal attention, like a lipstick ad model. For a while now, the urge to press them—by hand or with something else—had been popping up again and again.
How was it fair for a guy with a face like that to have lips like those too. A person needed at least one lacking corner to feel human, but Lee Kangjoo, for all he was a blood-scented gangster, had been born with an unfairly perfect outer shell. A flower hiding lethal poison, deceiving others with a sweet scent and beautiful form.
Suddenly, courage surged up. Thanks to the alcohol running through his veins, Haejun’s eyes were loose and unfocused.
“Do you know your lips are handsome too, sir?”
Lee Kangjoo slowly turned his head. Haejun tucked his hands between his thighs and giggled stupidly. This was the man he’d been terrified would kill him, but with some alcohol in him, that fear had dulled. He wanted to babble about anything.
“Seriously, you’re fucking handsome.”
“You seem quite drunk.”
“I’m fine. Look.”
Haejun jumped to his feet. He closed his eyes, stretched both arms out wide, and took three steps. A body meant to go straight wobbled diagonally, swaying left and right like he was walking a tightrope.
“See? Totally fine.”
After proving beyond doubt that he was drunk, Haejun laughed loosely. When Lee Kangjoo stared at him, he went back and plopped down beside him.
“Especially your lips...... they’re really.”
Even drunk, it seemed he couldn’t finish that last part. Haejun scratched his cheek and pressed his lips together. Then, like he was pumping himself up, he sucked in a breath and looked back at Lee Kangjoo.
“They’re really...... huh?”
The lips he’d parted so solemnly froze in a dumb expression. Haejun lifted his gaze. A big, white clump of fluff landed softly on top of Lee Kangjoo’s head.
“First snow!”
When Haejun shouted and pointed, Lee Kangjoo looked up too. Snow like cotton fluff embroidered the black sky. He hadn’t heard any forecast about first snow, but the way it was falling looked like the middle of winter. Leaves dangling from branches were knocked down by heavy flakes and dropped to the ground.
Haejun immediately pulled out his phone. He snapped photos of the falling snow like a madman, then looked at Lee Kangjoo through the screen.
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Same blank expression, but Haejun read the faint crease. He didn’t like it. Still, Haejun couldn’t give up. He pressed the phone to his mouth and stared at him pleadingly.
“Just one.”
“.......”
“Really, just one.”
He raised his index finger for emphasis. At the desperate request, Lee Kangjoo let out a long sigh.
“Do whatever you want.”
Giggling again, Haejun lifted his phone high. Haejun in front, Lee Kangjoo behind. Before Lee Kangjoo could change his # Nоvеlight # mind, he quickly pressed the button and lowered it. Haejun looked stupid, but Lee Kangjoo came out insanely well.
Haejun hugged his phone to his chest. He’d gained one photo he could never delete.
* * *
Even after breathing cold air, even after sleeping soundly in the car Lee Kangjoo was driving and waking up, the alcohol hadn’t fully worn off. Dizzy, Haejun practically clung to Lee Kangjoo’s side all the way home.
The moment the front door closed, Haejun turned and pinned Lee Kangjoo against it. Movies and drinks were nice, but he couldn’t forget his duty.
“The best way to end a date is still.”
Muttering, he slowly knelt down. The stubborn haze of alcohol was welcome. They’d already seen everything there was to see, so there was nothing left to be shy about—but doing this completely sober was still a bit embarrassing.
Fingers grabbed the back of his head and bent it back. The sensor light went out at that moment, so he couldn’t see Lee Kangjoo’s expression.
He rubbed his cheek against Lee Kangjoo’s thigh and looked up, as if asking permission. The hand that had been painfully gripping his hair fell away. A belt unbuckled, a zipper slid down, and even without being hard, a heavy piece of flesh was pulled out, scraping along the bridge of Haejun’s nose as it emerged.
The light flicked back on. Seeing it up close, its presence was overwhelming. Just as Haejun was about to put the head in his mouth, he puckered his lips.
“Humanly speaking, it’s too big.”
“What?”
“Don’t you think so too, sir? If it’s attached to a human body, it should be human-sized. This looks just like that fish back then.”
“A fish.”
A light laugh. Haejun didn’t miss the moment and quickly lifted his head. Lee Kangjoo raised a hand and lightly pressed Haejun’s jaw. A thick thumb slid into his open mouth, slowly rubbing against his tongue.
The salty taste of skin made saliva pool in his mouth. Haejun closed his lips around the thumb, then pushed it out with the tip of his tongue.
“That thing in your office. The arowana.”
“Creative comparison.”
If you added any more flesh, just the head alone would be enough to fill his mouth completely. Haejun wet his dry lips with his tongue and opened his mouth, then closed it again. An unhard dick looked enormous tonight. He didn’t think he could swallow that whole pillar.
“.......”
Greed sparked in a strange place. He wanted to try putting it past his throat.
He’d never once wanted something shoved down his throat until he was close to choking. What kind of lunatic would. He knew there were people with that kind of kink, but at least he wasn’t one of them.
But whether Lee Kangjoo intended it or not, he had kindly taught Haejun what abnormal really meant. He forced the head into the narrow gap, and even when Haejun gagged and gasped like his breath was about to give out, he didn’t go easy.
This twisted thirst he felt now—yeah. It was all Lee Kangjoo’s fault.
Haejun thought it over and turned his head. His eyes landed on the dining table by chance. An idea flashed.
“That might work.”
Like a squirrel, Haejun scampered over to the table and flopped down flat on his back on top of it. When he tilted his head back, Lee Kangjoo came into view, standing by the door with a look of disbelief. Haejun tapped his lips lightly and narrowed his eyes dangerously.
“If we do it like this, I think I can take it all.”
