The man was only visible from the back of his head from where I sat, so I couldn't see him well, but together with the woman, they could be described as a handso couple. The woman, sitting with her legs crossed, had sleek, shiny calves. Her toenails were ticulously manicured, gleaming with a satanic red pedicure.
I had never really found won's bodies sexy, but her short skirt, the hairless and glossy long legs, and the strap sandals encircling her slender ankles with that satanic red pedicure looked quite sensual.
As I looked on thoughtlessly, the woman noticed my gaze and scanned my face with displeasure, slightly twisting her seat away. Embarrassed by the sudden treatnt as a pervert, as if I had stared too blatantly, I awkwardly turned my eyes elsewhere.
I slipped back into a state of self-forgetfulness, listening to the night view and the lounge music, leisurely waiting for Kim Jaemin to return. This ti, I turned my head as I felt her gaze, and our eyes t. The woman, flustered, quickly turned her head towards the man. It was a look of curiosity or perhaps affection. But I'm sorry, I was just like her, an animal in the sa situation; there was nothing I could give her.
I wasn't trying to listen, but their conversation naturally reached my ears. It was mostly the woman asking questions, and the man, whether indifferent by nature or not, responded lackadaisically.
Ah, if I were that woman, my pride would be hurt, and I might have thrown the drink in the man's face and stord off. Of course, lacking such passion, I would have just silently gotten up and left. I listened to their conversation with idle thoughts.
"That golf course isn't great, and it's not well-maintained. Maybe there's a problem with your driver? You should change it."
"Sit further away."
He warned the woman who kept clinging to him. It was a near-dismissal. She moved back a bit, trying to act like a mature woman who matched him.
"Golf isn't really your thing, Woojin."
The conversation often stalled due to the man's uncooperative nature. When it did, the woman sipped her juice. The man was constantly checking sothing on his cellphone. He seed very busy.
A considerable amount of ti had passed. I left the lounge, signing the bill nonchalantly handed to by an employee, and stood in front of the elevator.
Kim Jaemin might have returned. Then he might have seen my cellphone ringing alone on the table. Knowing that I hadn't bolted but stayed quietly in the hotel he had suggested, he might be looking for now. The thought made reluctant to return to my room.
Maybe I should swim. Or perhaps exercise.
I wasn't particularly fond of physical activities. However, I forced myself to exercise as it was necessary to maintain the quality of my performances. Without deciding whether to go straight to my room, the elevator arrived.
There was no one inside. I pressed the floor button. Just as the doors were about to close, they opened again. It was the couple from the table next to . The woman, clinging to the man's arm, hesitated when she saw . I stepped aside to give them space to enter.
As I turned away, my eyes t with the man's. When I had seen him seated, I had thought of him as just another wealthy young businessman, but he was quite different from what I had expected.
He was not just a handso man. His distinct features and ticulous gaze were imposing. It felt like facing a black wall, not a person. It was the first ti I felt sothing from soone's appearance alone. If he had been dressed in a proper suit instead of golf wear, I would have felt even more overwheld.
"What floor?" he asked.
"40th floor."
The woman's question was answered by the man as he unwrapped his arm from hers. Coincidentally, it was the sa floor where Kim Jaemin was staying. The button had already been pressed. The woman glanced at again, and the man withdrew his interest.
I could sll his cologne. I stepped back and leaned against a secluded wall. I was so indifferent to others that I struggled even to match nas with faces of fellow symphony mbers. That was how uninterested I was in others. Yet, for so reason, I was perturbed by him.
I hadn't seen him before. Yet, I was enveloped by a strange feeling that I knew him. It was déjà vu. To see such a man and forget him ant sothing was wrong with my mory. Despite searching my mind, I couldn't recall anything. As I pondered his retreating figure, the elevator reached the 40th floor.
They exited first. Unfortunately, they were heading in the sa direction down the corridor. There were only two rooms in this direction. To the right was where Kim Jaemin was staying long-term, so they must be on the left. As expected, they went left, and I went the opposite direction.
"I'm bored alone, hurry up and finish talking."
The woman flirted. The man ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) seed to have another appointnt. He did not respond. Just before using his key card to open the door, he glanced back as our eyes t again. She quickly averted her gaze and leaned more into the man.
I entered my room before them. Kim Jaemin had returned; his jacket was carelessly thrown over the sofa, and the bathroom light was on.
Where had I seen him...
No matter how hard I thought, I couldn't rember. I eventually gave up thinking and collapsed onto the bed. The images of the man and woman faded from my mind like an afterimage.
As I rubbed my face against the creaking bed sheets, Kim Jaemin approached, fresh from the shower. He was naked, water dripping from him.
He sprawled over , imdiately pulling down my pants and underwear. As I turned to look at him, he pressed his lips to mine without any gap or signal, thrusting his tongue passionately. I slightly parted my lips, letting him explore easily.
It seed the officials had already heard today's recording. The record company had contacted . I hadn't expected this kind of reaction. I had worked too hard and garnered attention. My workload had increased, but I wasn't too pleased about it. Watching continually reject calls, Kim Jaemin asked strangely.
"People who can't get work would curse at this. Is loafing around your life's task?"
"I'm not doing this just for the money."
"Where did the person who used to talk about rates go?"
"I still believe in getting paid properly when I do sothing."
He smiled at my blunt tone.
Kim Jaemin offered coffee that had arrived via room service. Lying on the bed, I gestured towards the side table with my eyes. He smiled slyly and set up the coffee, milk, and sugar neatly on the table like a diligent and faithful butler.
"You'd be better off being a pet in so house than a pro."
"If I'm treated like this, being raised by soone's hand doesn't sound too bad. Eat, sleep,... and ss around."
"But you're sexiest when you're playing."
I propped up my upper body to reach for the coffee on the side table, but Kim Jaemin slipped his hand inside my open gown and caressed my chest, lightly grazing the nipple, then pulled the gown off over my shoulders. Drained from several bouts of desire, I found his touch botherso. I twisted my upper body, telling him to stop.
"Have your coffee."
"That expression when you lower the bow slowly while playing the violin on your shoulder, completely imrsed..."
He recalled playing in the booth, his eyes growing tender. I pushed his hand away from my chest and reached for the coffee, only to be stopped by him again. I gave up on the coffee and lay back down on the bed.
"That's why I don't play in front of people. It gets weird..., there are people around."
I positioned my knees between his thighs, spreading my shower gown. Slowly, I pressed my heated flesh against his groin, firmly pushing with my knee.
Despite the pain it might cause, Kim Jaemin didn't shift his position; instead, he slightly lowered his hips, pressing his groin directly onto Haewon's knee. The heat spread to his leg. Haewon tensed his toes and lifted his knee, slowly rubbing against him.
"Music is for listening."
"Don't stop. Keep going."
When Haewon tried to push him away more firmly, Kim Jaemin pressed down on his shoulders. Haewon grimaced. Pleasing soone was not sothing he was accustod to. He let his knee drop. Then, Kim Jaemin lowered his waist, pressing his clothed genitals against Haewon's bare thighs, moaning like a dog in heat clinging to its owner. Haewon, uncomfortable with him lying on top, tried to push him away.
"The coffee will get cold."
"Ah, uh... just stay still."
His breath was ragged. Kim Jaemin pressed his face against Haewon's cheek, and his whole body writhed as he bore down with his weight. He slid his hand down between Haewon's legs. Not satisfied with just rubbing, he slowly raised his torso and asked,
"Can you give a blowjob?"
"No."
Oral acts were almost never perford, especially not by him. While it was true that he derived pleasure from a man's genitals, Haewon didn't like them enough to want to suck on them. Kim Jaemin's face looked incredibly frustrated and disappointed. He unhurriedly unbuckled his pants and unzipped them, revealing his erect penis.
He took Haewon's left hand, which was accustod to pressing violin strings, and made him grasp his hard mber. Haewon wrapped his hand around the moist, sticky shaft. Kim Jaemin moaned as if in pain.
"You can do it with your hand, right?"
"If that's what it takes to get you to move, then I'll do it."
Haewon slowly stroked him, as if playing a man like an instrunt, watching the clear, youthful excitent grow in his hand. He ran his fingers over the swollen tip and circled the head with his thumb, then added his right hand, usually used for holding the bow, to properly pleasure him.
"Ah... this is driving crazy."
It was an arousal he could hardly believe himself. A man seasoned with countless sexual encounters was overwheld by re handwork, like a boy unable to contain his passion for the first ti.
Haewon looked up at him, locking eyes. Tuning his strokes to the rhythm of Kim Jaemin's thrusting hips, the muscles in his supporting arms beca pronounced. Soon, Kim Jaemin moaned like a beast and ejaculated. The hot, thin liquid spurted onto Haewon's stomach.
Haewon continued to stroke the sticky penis until it left a long trail of aftermath. He wiped his wet hand on the shower gown and pushed the still panting man away. Haewon sat up and said,
"The coffee must be cold by now. Order a new one."
As he stepped off the bed, Haewon's nape was grabbed. He felt a sharp pain from the sudden grip. Before he could twist his head away, Kim Jaemin grabbed his hair, forcing him to face him. Surprised, Haewon looked up to find Kim Jaemin's hot lips crashing against his. His body fell back onto the bed with him.
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After their intense lovemaking, Haewon fell into a deep sleep, floating in a dark dream as if subrged in water. A distant sound woke him. It was the sound of his cellphone ringing.
The noise stirred the sleeping consciousness of both Haewon and Kim Jaemin.
Kim Jaemin rolled over, wrapping his arms more tightly around Haewon's waist. Haewon also turned in the tightening embrace. Annoyed by the incessant ringing, Kim Jaemin let out an irritated sigh.
"This is really like a stalker."
Mumbling in a subdued voice, he released Haewon and picked up the dropped cellphone.
Haewon didn't care whether he answered the phone or not. He didn't have the energy to even twitch a finger. He had thought he liked Kim Jaemin's rough style of sex, but not anymore. He detested the sight of himself pinned down and unable to even open his eyelids. Haewon lay face down, barely wrinkling his forehead, motionless.
"Who did you say this was? Lee Taeshin?"
Kim Jaemin attacked the caller as soon as he picked up.
"Do you know what ti it is? It's past three in the morning. It's not mannerly to call at this hour, no matter how close we are. Isn't this too much?"
From the other end of the phone, Taeshin seed to be earnestly apologizing, lowering himself. Haewon disliked both Kim Jaemin for losing his temper and Taeshin for apologizing. Haewon managed to sit up, his hair falling over his forehead and blurring his vision. He brushed his hair back and reached out for the phone.
"Give the phone."
Kim Jaemin looked like he wanted to say more but reluctantly handed over the phone and then collapsed onto the bed. His well-tanned and well-maintained body ford shadows in the darkness. Haewon stared between his legs and put the phone to his ear.
"It's ."
―Sorry. Did I wake you up again? You're usually awake at this hour, so I thought you were still up.
Taeshin's rambling excuses were irritating. Haewon asked irritably,
"What is it?"
―No, it's nothing special. Just... I couldn't sleep. Thought I'd call and talk to you.
Haewon sighed quietly, inaudible over the phone, and collapsed back onto the bed. He covered his eyes with his arm. Taeshin's voice seed to co from a distance, heard but not registered. Like radio noise, neither the content nor the voice was worth listening to.
Lying half-conscious from sleep, Haewon slowly opened his eyes. Beyond the uncurtained hotel window, the crescent moon was obscured by clouds. The moon cast a soft, cold light, spreading like fog.
"What? Say it again."
―I slept with that person.
"You slept?"
―I told you, right? That man's a special prosecutor. Turns out, a friend of my father's involved in this case. I helped him out, and he wanted to thank by treating to dinner. I wasn't sure what to do, so I called you, but you didn't answer... Anyway, I went out and t him. I must have been crazy. All I could think about was confessing.
"Didn't you say he had a girlfriend?"
That was a detail Haewon had always considered unimportant, but now, pushed by an overwhelming drowsiness, it piqued his interest.
Haewon finally listened to him intently for the first ti. He had never truly believed that Taeshin's unrequited love was a real person. This wretched creature had confessed his love and physically intertwined with such a person. It was irresistibly curious.
―I don't know. I confessed without thinking... He looked at like I was insane. At that mont, I wanted to die, but he said he'd think about it.
"So?"
―Haewon, he's really kind. We've t a few tis since then. Then he asked if I was sure about him.
"What certainty?"
―Certainty that I like him, that I can undress in front of him.
"Can you undress in front of him?"
If it were Haewon, he would have scoffed at such a ridiculous proposition, but Taeshin took it as an answer to his confession.
―I went to him and said I could. He hugged then.
His voice was filled with elation. At the ntion of being hugged, the silhouette of a man embracing a trembling Taeshin in the darkness ford in Haewon's mind.
"And you slept together?"
―It was blissful. You can't imagine how tender he was. I wanted to tell you first.
"..."
―I really like him. I think I'm truly in love with this man.
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