South Korea, 2018
There are two types of fear, or, at least, that's the classification, I use. I think we go through life, experiencing mainly tivish fear. For example, when we wait for the results of a blood test or come home from the library in the dark and think about the bad guys, lurking in the bushes. We don't really get scared because of this shit, because deep down we know, that the tests won't show anything terrible, and there won't be anyone in the bushes. Why? Because such misfortunes happen to people only on the TV screen
("Everything's eventual" by Stephen King)
It had been several months since the party at Muyong's house, and all that time Jungsuk had been restless. He became irritable, angry, absent-minded. Jonghyong did not want to fall under his "spell", and, to be honest, senior was frankly annoyed. The guy was literally in a state of prostration, couldn't concentrate on studying, everything was falling out of his hands, his head didn't think anything. Before his eyes were only the image of the defiant junior, who did not want to give in to his will. Park was used to always getting, what he wanted, and the guy was terribly annoyed with the current situation. It seemed, that in a little while he would go mad.
"Hey, Jungsuk-a!" from wandering thoughts Jungsuk was brought out by an overly amused friend, who plopped down next to him on a chair, ignoring the sight of his disgruntled classmate, and completely disregarding the boundaries of personal space. Previously, Jungsuk would only have laughed at such antics of Muyong, but now he was not in the right mood, so it was worth a friend to sit next to him and put his hand on the shoulder of Jungsuk shoulder in a familiar gesture, Park jerked at the touch so hard, that he almost pushed Muyong off the chair.
The guy cursed, casting a discontented glance at his overly agitated friend, but still for his own safety sat a little further away.
"What the hell is wrong with you lately, Jungsuk? You're acting even worse than usual."
Jungsuk gave his friend such a look, that seemed, that if Park had been able to kill with his eyes alone, Muyong would have been dead on the floor. This slightly surprised the guy. He rarely saw his friend in this state. For the most part, Jungsuk was calm, reasonable, and even in places boring and banal. And Muyong wondered, what the hell was going on with this guy. Jungsuk was like a raw nerve. Literally. And this has been going on for a long time. He stopped amusing with Jeon, as he used to, didn't go to the club, didn't date anyone. In general, he did not let off steam in the usual way. And it seems to have greatly affected his current condition. But Muyong couldn't figure out why. To be honest, the senior still had certain thoughts on this matter. More precisely, one: with brown hair, bold eyes and looks, like a Korean idol. Muyong knew immediately, that there would be more problems with this Jonghyong. Jungsuk got a crush on him as soon, as he saw him for the first time. And he was serious about getting this weird junior. It wasn't that Muyong didn't like him. Kim was smart enough for his age, and polite enough for young people today. His appearance could not fail to attract attention, even when he was at Uni in a normal university uniform. His make-up and chaotic hairstyle were temporarily sidelined, tattoos were hidden behind long sleeves, only the variety of piercings on his face remained of all his usual image outside of the educational institution. But there was something about the younger guy, that bothered Muyong. He couldn't figure out, what was wrong with him. From the first meeting, Muyong realized, that Jonghyong is quite reserved and quiet for a teenager of his age, unlike, for example, his friend, Chaebom. He was always talking incessantly, flirting with all the girls and guys, he met on the way and generally presented the image of a flighty and unreliable guy. But according to Jonghyong, the junior was one of the best in his faculty. Maknae claimed, that Chaebom can rely on, despite all his tongue-in-cheek view. But Jonghyong himself was a closed book, that Muyong personally did not want to open. His friend, on the other hand, was determined to win the younger guy over. And, to tell the truth, his insistence was even a little intimidating. What's so special about this maknae? Just a headache. But Jungsuk never sought the simplest options. He always liked to face difficulties. With that the more complex, the better. But the consequences of these difficulties usually fell on Muyong. That's why Jeon wanted to know, what the fuck? What Jungsuk is going to do, what it will lead to, and what Jeon will eventually face this time when his friend achieves his goal. Because, that-that, and this Jungsuk knew how. He'll smash his head against the wall, but he'll get, what he wants.
"Listen, let me ask you, my dear friend when was the last time you fucked at all?"
"Why do you care so much?" Jungsuk's voice was too flat and calm. And that didn't bode well. Senior gripped the fork so tightly in his hand, that it would just bend in half.
"You're twitching and exciting, that's all. Jungsuk-a, I don't like your state. You don't relax at all. You get angry at the slightest provocation, you snap at people around you, and you don't even notice it yourself," Muyong raised an eyebrow and folded his arms. The lecture to Jungsuk was an exercise in futility. It was easier to make a hare learn to smoke. A friend could always find a logical excuse for one or another of his actions or simply ignore the situation. But Muyong still kept trying, from time to time met with the same result.
"I'm all right."
"Really? And Le May wouldn't say so," Muyong stared accusingly at his friend, but as Jeon had expected, Park only snorted in response.
May – a classmate of theirs, had been subjected to a rather rude lapel-turn by Jungsuk a few weeks ago. This gal was quite obsessive and cajoled for Park, not a day or two. Jungsuk, as he could, refused the girl, openly not hiding, that he was not interested in her person. But she was simply restless. Was always looking for an excuse to be alone with Jungsuk, to ask for a little help, always touching and pawing him with her bony fingers. Jungsuk was a fairly tactile person and did not mind touching his body, but this was already beyond the bounds of reason. And recently, the guy just couldn't stand it after another unsuccessful flirtation with a stupid maiden. Considering the state senior had been in lately, the girl's advances were far more irritating than usual. And Park just has broken: rude to an incompetent girl, which brought her to tears.
Muyong admitted, that there was no other way. Some people don't take the hint and don't want to back down. Hell, there was a living example right in front of his eyes. But he still thought that friend had a little overdone with words.
"I don't care, what she thinks. This maiden has been troubling me for three years now. What could I do?" Jungsuk raised his voice a little and shook his head so, that his reddish-tipped fringe fell straight into his forehead, making the green eyes look even more intimidating. Jungsuk was courteous, polite, and easy-going, but it was better not to mess with him when he was angry. He flashed up in a split second and calmed down after this state for a long time, especially, if someone threw firewood into his raging fire inside.
"Jungsuk," Muyong put a hand gently on Jungsuk's shoulder, "you're too focused on this junior."
"That's not the point," Park said, even though he knew, it didn't sound like the truth.
"Yep, of course. As soon as you met him, it's like, that you were been replaced. I understand, that he is quite cute and smart, and he has a cool ass," Muyong immediately raised his hands, when his friend angrily flashed his green eyes in his direction, "but is it worth it? You try too hard, and you end up with nothing. What is it about Jonghyong, that any other guy his age doesn't have? Hell, a lot of people would kill, to be in your bed!"
"I want him."
Muyong gritted his teeth, to keep from cursing again. As he had expected, it was no use. Jungsuk didn't want to listen.
The more Jonghyong avoided him, the more Park tried to get in his eyes, the more junior pulled away, the more often Jungsuk tried to, at least, briefly touch him, when they did manage to collide in the corridor of the building or the dining room. The more often and fiercely Kim hid his eyes, the more confident and assertive Jungsuk stared at him, trying to literally crush him with his powerful aura. And senior felt, that, if he pushed a little, nudged a little, junior would give up. Succumbs. Park saw, maknae lose himself in his presence, biting his lips nervously, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, literally trembling, when senior was around. This sight made want to clamp right in the nearest corner of this pushy guy and make him admit, that he wanted him just as much, as Jungsuk did. Park saw it, felt it. But the younger guy stubbornly resisted. And every time Jungsuk retreated, even though he would have taken, what he wanted long ago. Just come and take. But something stopped him. Something kept Jungsuk from doing, what he was used to doing. Something in the younger guy's eyes, when he did catch a glimpse of him, gave no peace. A fleeting shadow of fear, carefully disguised under the mask of a confident and defiant guy, ran across Jonghyong's face every time, when Park was too close. And if he touched Kim, just a little, fleetingly, junior flinched, as if he had been heavy slapped. What the hell is wrong with this maknae? And why was Jungsuk so desperate to find out, even neglecting his own principles?
"Look, always appears, when you think about him," the voice of a friend once again brought Jungsuk out of the fog of oblivion, and he saw two first-year students enter the dining room. Jonghyong looked calm and confident. He was talking to his friend, who was literally bouncing up and down beside him at every step. This red-haired guy reminded Jungsuk of Muyong. He was always excited and cheerful too, although he could become too serious and reasonable when the situation demanded it. He was a good friend, a reliable person, and a nice guy in general. But most often he preferred the image of a flighty teenager, explaining, that life is too short, to take it too seriously.
"You know, you're right," Jungsuk suddenly came up with a crazy idea, which he immediately intended to implement, taking advantage of his best friend's love for all sorts of parties and hangouts, "I need to relax. We really haven't been to the club for a long time."
"Of course, you do. You…" Muyong brightened up at first, pleased, that his friend would finally give up the idea of bothering poor maknae and lift his ass off the chair, to go somewhere with him. Recently, moping had been visiting Muyong more often, than those of the most pessimistic person in the world. Jungsuk stopped supporting his crazy ideas, and Jeon did not like to hang out alone. Besides, he liked to see, how Jungsuk rolls his eyes at the senior's next suggestion. But still supports and never condemns. Even takes part, although not as enthusiastically, as Jeon himself. Sometimes it seemed to Muyong, that there were two people inside Jungsuk, who were constantly competing with each other. One of them is calm and reasonable, ready at any moment to take the situation under strict control, and the other is flighty and without brakes, constantly looking for an adventure on his delicious, without exaggeration, ass. And the other side was often lost, which made Muyong very unhappy.
But as soon as Jeon realized, what Park was up to, he rolled his eyes and moaned throughout the dining room, causing some students to turn toward their table.
"You want to invite him…"
"Yes. And don't tell me, you haven't got your eye on his friend, Muyong-a. I'll never believe you," Jungsuk's mood improved noticeably, and he winked playfully at his friend, for which he immediately received a poke in the rib.
"Ya, Park Jungsuk! I didn't say that."
"You don't have to. I can see, the way you look at him every time, he and Jonghyong pass by. So, stop lecturing me and go about your business. You think I can't hear, you jerking off and moaning his name when I'm staying with you?"
"Damn you, Park Jungsuk! What a dirty tongue of yours, aish!"
"You just can't imagine, how much," Jungsuk did not miss the opportunity to tease his friend. Muyong was flighty about relationships and tried not to get close to anyone, at least, not close enough to get serious. That's why Park was surprised when he first heard a familiar name from his best friend. It wasn't the first time he'd spent the night at Muyong's house, and it wasn't the first time he'd heard Muyong masturbating. They are still young, and this is absolutely normal. To be honest, both of them had long passed the point, where they had to be shy of each other in such a piquant state of affairs. In their freshman year, both guys got into a slightly awkward situation, when Park caught a friend doing it, barging into the room without knocking, not seeing any particular need for it. Muyong had been horribly embarrassed at the time and had even wanted to stop his morning session. But Jungsuk did not betray his surprise and with a completely calm expression offered to help his friend fix the situation.
"Are you crazy or what?" Muyong asked, blushing up to his neck.
"Why are you so embarrassed? I've seen you in far more explicit situations, Muyong-a. We've known each other since childhood. Fuck, we're like brothers to each other."
"Yes, but brothers don't fuck."
"I could give you a thousand reasons, why you're wrong, but we don't have time for that right now. I'll just help you. Relax. An aborted erection can have a bad effect on your future health."
Muyong could not relax for a long time under the gaze of his friend, who continued to slowly, but surely run his palm over his cock, trying to regain the erection, that had eluded from fear. And when he did, Muyong was happy to receive help. The other hand still felt different from his own. Despite his small hands, Park knew exactly, what he was doing. His fingers were running up and down on the trunk of a friend, which now stood almost a stake, and brought untold pleasure. Muyong tried to push the image of his friend away, focusing only on the mind-boggling sensations, that the gentle hand gave him. But as soon as he opened his eyes, he was met by the insistent and even slightly self-confident gaze of Jungsuk, who did not seem at all uneasy. To be honest, Muyong doubted, there was anything in the world, that would embarrass his friend. Behind senior's sweet appearance, plump cheeks, and seemingly diminutive body, there was such strength and power, that Muyong sometimes wondered, how such a person could be real at all. The fist was a tight ring around the cock, moving faster and faster each time, and Jeon hissed with slight pain, as his hand ran along the trunk almost to dry. Despite the excitement, the natural lubricant was still not enough, and after two intense actions of Jungsuk, the tender skin of the cock began to rub against the palm, bringing dislike on the sensitive organ.
Jeon's eyes widened in fright, as he realized, that Jungsuk realizing this, was leaning closer, intending to… take it.
"No…" Muyong's voice was low, almost helpless, but he really didn't want to. Although he had always been interesting, how Park did it. In high school about his friend was almost legendary, how he skillfully owned his body in bed. And Muyong doubted, that had changed now. But he still didn't want to cross that line. Jerk off with each other, as a sign of help and support, is one thing. But to go to the next stage is quite another. Muyong could have done it if he had been in the arms of someone else. But only not with Jungsuk. Park had been his best and only friend since childhood, and Jeon didn't want, that a trivial affair, however innocent, to ruin, what they had.
"Why not?" Jungsuk's eyebrows shot up. Is he serious?
"I don't want to overstep the bounds, this is too much, Jungsuk-a," Muyong focused his gaze on his friend, as best he could, and the other seemed to understand him without words, so he nodded. But the next thing Jungsuk did, knock Muyong out of the rut. Park still went down to the friend's cock a little lower, and Muyong was about to stop him again, thinking, that the friend, as always, just intends to take, what he wants. But Jungsuk smiled and… spat on the reddened head, smearing the saliva, some of which stretched from his defiantly plump lips right up to his hand, along the entire length, from which the palm immediately began to move more freely and not so painfully.
"Aish, Jungsuk-a!" Muyong, seemed, blushed, like an inexperienced youngster. Jungsuk's confident yet playful gaze confused him to the roots of his hair. But what he did, the way his hand continued jerk him off with force, overrode the arguments of reason. Muyong cum with heavy and noisy breathing moments later, and the stars flashed before his eyes. He was afraid to imagine, what Park could do his mouth if his hands were so skilled, that Jeon forgot, how, damn, to breathe. Park didn't demand a favor in return, though Muyong could see, how the fabric of his friend's light pajama pants stretch, betraying the morning's excitement, fueled by his dirty work with Jeon. Jungsuk's self-control was enviable. Muyong had also heard of this. And, frankly, was glad, when realized, that didn't have to "help" his friend in return. Yes, Jungsuk was terribly beautiful, sexy and in bed, according to rumors, fucked like a God, but still, Muyong blushed, when he thought, that he would touch cock of his childhood friend.
This incident was a long time ago and only once. More between the guys did not occur such a connection, although they were not shy about their intrigues in front of each other. It seemed to bring them closer together. Still, Jeon still wondered, how Park could get him off balance with just one word, despite, what they had been through together. Indeed, Park Jungsuk could be a monster, when he wanted to be.
"Spare me your ambitions, Jungsuk-a," of Muyong willfully grimaced, continuing to look in the direction of first-year students. Or rather, one freshman.
"Why didn't you try to put him down all this time?" Jungsuk was frankly surprised. It was never difficult for Muyong to seduce a guy. He was quite nice and open. And his aura of ease literally attracted people of all genders and ages to him.
"I don't think, it's going to be that hard. Chaebom doesn't look as unapproachable, as his friend," Jungsuk said to Muyong, watching his friend blissfully examine the red-haired guy, turning his gaze in the same direction and immediately paying attention to the object of his lamentation.
Muyong hesitated to answer, and Jungsuk turned on him a surprised glance. When had his friend become so confused and insecure? There was no other person in the world, who was more reckless, than Jeon Muyong.
"Wait," Jungsuk said and pointed a reproachful finger at his friend, shaking it, like an angry parent at a guilty child, "you don't just want to have sex with him, right? You like him, and you're afraid to get close to him because you think, it might lead to something more. Am I right?"
Muyong rolled his eyes but did not contradict his friend's assumption. He had liked Chaebom immediately when they had first met in the University building. That's why he invited him and Jonghyong to his party, hoping to look attentively at junior, watch him and figure out, how to quickly and painlessly get him into his bed. And at first, Chaebom even amused senior. He liked, how cheerful and sociable he was. Chaebom made a pleasant impression, even if he wasn't particularly selective in his communication. And senior was seriously interested in him since they saw each other often. After all, studied on the same stream. And the more Muyong crossed paths with Chaebom, the more he got to know him, the more junior attracted him with his energy and adventurous nature. Senior realized that he got a crush like an urchin, so stopped trying to get closer to junior so, as not to expose himself to rash actions encountered in the past, limited only by communication and light flirting, that Chaebom without hesitation answered, not even hesitating. And it got worse every day. Muyong taunted Jungsuk, accusing him of being fixated on a certain person, although for the first time in a long time he realized, that he was not too far away from him in this matter.
"I don't know. Yes, I like him, but I have no idea, what that might lead to. You know me. I don't have a serious relationship. And Chaebom, judging by his behavior, too. But something stops me. Gnawing on the inside. Keeps me from getting any closer to him, then I should."
"Is that why you moan at night, trying so desperately to imagine him beneath you?" Jungsuk couldn't help but chuckle and twitch his eyebrows at Muyong.
"Aigoo!" Muyong immediately pushed Park in the shoulder. "Shut up, Jungsuk-a. Why are you better, than me? You look so important. I'm afraid to imagine, what you do at night when I can't hear you!"
"At least, I don't sigh at the object of my adoration, but try to win his favor in some way. But you're right though," Jungsuk factitious thought, tapping his tiny finger to the jaw, "I'm afraid, I'm not much different from you when it comes to this," Park made a fist like a ring and simulated process wank, too much biting his lip and closing his eyes, as if in ecstasy.
"Do you know, what we look like now?" Muyong asked, after honoring his friend with another kick for his blatantly and flagrant obscene behavior.
"Unsatisfied maidens, who secretly dream of being fucked by the captain of the football team?" Jungsuk raised his eyebrows, not joking at all.
"Hell, why don't I sometimes know, if you're joking or not?"
"Are you going to help me, or are you just going to sigh for your lost hopes?" Jungsuk turned his gaze back to the freshmen, who were already seated at an empty table, completely unaware, that the two seniors were literally devouring them with their eyes at the moment.
"Fine," Muyong drew out the word in vowels but was still interested in his friend's suggestion. Jungsuk was rarely the instigator of any ideas, leaving it to Muyong, only supporting him in everything, that his sick imagination did not invent. And Muyong's imagination was something no doubt. Just one trip to Vegas last year was worth it…
"Tell me…"
***
"Jungsuk-Hyong is staring at you," Chaebom's light-hearted tone made Jonghyong almost choke.
"What?!" guy screamed too loudly and instinctively, tried to turn around, but his friend grabbed his arm, forcing him to sit still.
"Don't turn around," Chaebom shifted in his chair and leaned back casually so, that he could better see seniors a few tables away.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me right away?" Kim snarled a little more calmly, but still irritably, looking at his friend with a withering stare. But Chaebom, seemed, to enjoy, what was happening.
"I didn't see them. Besides, would you turn around and leave, if I told you, they were here?"
"Yes, damn it," Jonghyong really would have left the cafeteria and even better from the university itself, if only not to get caught by the persistent Hyong in the eyes. As soon as junior relaxed, Jungsuk appeared almost out of nowhere, literally surrounding him on all sides. Perhaps, under other circumstances, Jonghyong would have been flattered by the attention, but not from this senior. Definitely, not. Jonghyong had already unconsciously seen himself in his hands, so he did his best to stay away, so as not to provoke a storm. But the more he moved away, the more insistent Hyong became. Jonghyong did not miscalculate – Jungsuk will definitely ruin him.
"Jonghyong-a, calm down. I don't understand, why you're so fiercely avoiding Jungsuk-Hyong. After all, he is clearly interested in your absolutely unremarkable person. I don't know, what he sees in you, but he's flirting with you for months. I would have given up this damned business long ago in his place. All the more, knowing your character…" Chaebom grimaced and immediately received a slap on the head. "See! What am I talking about? You don't know, how to behave! Aish!"
"Stop teasing me and will be safe," Jonghyong snapped, feeling Hyong's gaze on his back now. His eyes burned through worse than any device.
"Damn it!" Chaebom suddenly straightened up and began furiously smoothing his hair, which, no matter, how hard he tried, stuck out in different directions without careful styling.
"Now what?"
"They're coming here!"
Jonghyong stiffened and frowned, like a sych. His head seemed ready to sink into his shoulders. He was completely unprepared for another attack from senior.
"What's up, little ones?" Muyong asked.
That was the only question, Kim heard more or less clearly. For the rest of the conversation, he was lost in the clouds, trying not to be lost in the abyss of Jungsuk's green eyes, which had been boring into him after a brief greeting for the past ten minutes. Jonghyong felt a tight knot tighten in his lower belly, his knees were trembling so violently under the table, that just a little more and the surface would shake, and his lip hurt so much, that he bit it, trying to focus on something other, than Hyong, who was sitting across from him. A drop of sweat ran down his temple from the intense exertion and the sudden heat in the room. All the hair on the back of his neck stood up.
"Of course, Muyong-Hyong. We'll go with joy, really, Jonghyong?" Chaebom nudged his friend's shoulder, trying to rouse him from unconsciousness.
"What?" Jonghyong shuddered slightly. The expression on his face was no different from that of a five-year-old child, who didn't know, what the hell adults were talking about.
"Muyong-Hyong invited us to the club this evening."
"I can't," Kim blurted out, before Chaebom could finish the sentence, and was immediately embarrassed to realize, that he had almost given himself away by his own overreaction.
"Why is that? You said you didn't have any plans for tonight, and you were going to come to my place, weren't you? Ouch!"
Jonghyong kicked his friend hard on the shin so that he would finally shut up and stop saying anything, that came to mind. Sometimes his friend was truly the most stupid and incompetent person on the planet! Jonghyong didn't mind unwinding. He had been under constant strain for the past few weeks. Frequent quarrels in the family did not stop, the chosen faculty added a headache in the form of grueling classes and practice, a friend constantly pestered him, and the senior did not leave his head. But as soon as he thought of seeing him again outside of the University and on the dance floor, it made his head spin.
"Pleeese," Chaebom unceremoniously grabbed the guy's arm, shaking him, like a rag doll. Muyong grinned and looked at Chaebom from head to toe, which seemed to Jonghyong even funny. This two were constantly flirting with each other, but Kim had never heard, that friend mention any intentions in favor of senior. As soon as Jonghyong turned his gaze to Jungsuk, almost relaxing again in the seemingly casual environment, he was once again caught in the trap of others' eyes. Hyong looked at him with such hope, but at the same time so aggressively, as if one look literally forced him to submit to the general opinion.
"You're too tense, Jonghyong-a. You need to relax. I would be glad, if you would join us," everything disappeared except the sound of Jungsuk's voice. Jonghyong swallowed hard, trying to moisten his dry throat at senior's rather ambiguous phrase. And then his heart sank into his boots, as he felt the touch of other's foot under the table. He restrained himself with difficulty not to jump in surprise. Jungsuk looked, as if nothing had happened, as if it wasn't his foot, that was brusquely touching Kim's limb. Senior smiled out of the corner of his mouth, which caused a heavy exhalation from Jonghyong, who couldn't tell, whether it was more embarrassment or annoyance. Senior behaved egregiously obscenely! Just crossed all sorts of boundaries. And Jonghyong couldn't resist it, no matter, how much he wanted to. It seemed, that if Jungsuk's foot went a little higher, he would whimper ignominiously at Hyong's easy and uncomplicated proximity.
"Come on, Jonghyong, don't make me beg you," Chaebom shook friend's hand again, and Kim started in surprise, completely taken aback by Jungsuk's actions. The guy immediately moved his foot to a safe distance, though he still didn't look away.
"All right," Jonghyong realized, that he had lost this time, too. Seemed, that he was simply not able to resist such insistence.
"Great! The time and place you know," Muyong childishly clapped his hands and was about to leave, waiting for Jungsuk. "Jungsuk-a, are you coming?"
Jungsuk another moment couldn't tear gaze away from junior caught off guard. He liked to embarrass him so much, that it was already out of bounds. Jonghyong almost suffocated, when a senior touched him. Jungsuk could have groaned at the thought of, how sensitive junior could be in his hands if he reacted so violently to such a simple touch.
"Yes, sure. See you," he winked at Jonghyong, who looked down in embarrassment and nodded back.
"How did you know, that Jonghyong would agree? I was sure to the last, that he wouldn't go along, you, pompous asshole," Muyong understood, that Chaebom was unlikely to go to the club with two seniors if his friend refused. So was already prepared for defeat. But Jungsuk surprised him again. He had only to look at maknae to see, that the guy had literally melted into a puddle under Hyong's scrutiny.
"I told you, I can be very persuasive."
"As if I don't know," Muyong pushed his friend toward the exit with a slight smile on his lips. Jungsuk could really be very persuasive when he wanted to.
"Well, what was that?" Chaebom glared at his friend, who was picking at his plate with a fork, carefully avoiding the subject of the recent incident. He prayed, that no one: neither Muyong-Hyong nor Chaebom would notice, how Jungsuk was "cajoles" him. And how Jonghyong failed miserably.
"If you wanted to get laid with Muyong-Hyong, could have done it without my help," Jonghyong snapped, still not looking up at his useless friend. And why does he always give him so much trouble? Although he knew, it was just an excuse. He couldn't resist the malachite eyes. And Chaebom was absolutely nothing. The more pressure, that Jungsuk-Hyong put on him, the more Kim felt, that he was losing ground. It was like a sophisticated game, and now Jonghyong stared in shame at the number "zero" on his scoreboard, while Jungsuk was rapidly gaining points in his favor.
"Ya, Kim Jonghyong, how dare you?! Can't I just relax with my friends? Muyong-Hyong is a good guy. And Jungsuk-Hyong is not disliked. Yes, he's a little pushy and a little strange, but that doesn't mean, that should be so rude. It is impolite to refuse to seniors, especially, when they themselves offer. Or have you not been taught manners?"
"He scares me…" Jonghyong bit tongue. He didn't want to tell Chaebom about his problems.
"Why?" Chaebom's eyebrows shot up, and he stared at his friend in surprise.
"I don't know, hah! What's the difference? Now I have to go to a godforsaken place, instead of spending a quiet evening at home, just because you can't keep your dick in your pants for more, than a couple of weeks."
To be honest, Jonghyong had exaggerated a little, when he called the club, they were going to with their seniors, a "godforsaken place". In fact, it was the most popular and expensive club in the entire city! And at any other time, Kim really would have liked to go there.
"Damn it, Jonghyong, say one more word about my cock, and I'll beat you!" Chaebom puffed out his fists, which amused Kim.
"Am I not right? Show me, one guy, you haven't fucked, if he's got your attention in any way."
"You," Chaebom tapped his friend's cheek, and the other dodged, grimacing. "Calm down, mate," Chaebom laughed immediately, watching Jonghyong rub his cheek too vigorously, "I'm not interested in your ass. It's like sleeping with own brother. Phew!" Chaebom shrugged and winced. "But to be honest… I don't know. I like Hyong, really. I'm not going to fuck him," Kim raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing his friend's words. "No, of course, I would. I won't argue. He's pretty hot and everything. Simply… I find him interesting, you know? And funny, and smart, and slightly eccentric sometimes," Chaebom grinned, looking somewhere ahead, clearly forgetting, where and with whom is.
Jonghyong was surprised. Such words he heard from a friend very rarely. Apparently, senior is really hard stuck in the head of Chaebom. And to be honest, it didn't play into Kim's hands. After all, Muyong-Hyong went everywhere with Jungsuk. But Kim couldn't stop himself from snicker and leaned too close to Chaebom's ear, whispering, "Now you won't be the only one, who's always bothering me. Now you will understand, what it means, to be in my place."
Chaebom came to his senses, and as soon as he realized, what his friend was talking about, he immediately began to beat him with his hands wherever he could reach.
"You little shit, not dare to tease me!" Chaebom wished a hundred times, that he had told his friend the truth about his interest in Hyong. Now Jonghyong will not miss the opportunity to get revenge for all the teasing Chaebom. He will have a hard time. After all, he had known Jonghyong since childhood, and Jonghyong had never thrown words to the wind…
***
"Calm. Why are you so jumpy? Relax, finally," Chaebom said, leaning a little closer to his strung-out friend's ear so, that he could hear him over the sounds of rather loud music.
For the rest of the day, Jonghyong was on pins and needles, waiting for the evening to come. He didn't share his friend's anticipation at all. Chaebom was literally glowing with joy, like the midday sun, when he mentioned the upcoming trip to the club with their seniors. Jonghyong, on the other hand, was uneasy. Yes, they will not be alone, yes, the club will be packed with strangers, yes, the atmosphere may be relaxed and safe. But after a few months, Jonghyong realized, that none of the above or any other reasons would stop Jungsuk-Hyong if he wanted to get close to him. And Jonghyong was trembling all over, either from fear or from the upcoming company of senior. But, strangely enough, Jungsuk-Hyong did not attempt. He had behaved with restraint during the time, that they had already been in the unfortunate place. Too much reservedly, and that scared Kim even more. He couldn't see through senior's plans, but he knew in his gut, that Hyong's feigned calmness didn't bode well. And now, when Chaebom dragged a struggling friend onto the dance floor after another drink, Jonghyong felt the other's eyes on the back of his head. Today Hyong looked divine, and Jonghyong couldn't take his eyes off him. And Park used it, fleetingly, as if casually, now correcting a stray lock of hair from a carefully coiffed hairstyle, now biting his already plump lips, then running his pink, truly sinful tongue over them. His eyes, now spiced with deep blue lenses, slid over junior's body, shamelessly studying him, and Jonghyong trembled at every such look from Hyong. That's why he followed a friend to the dance floor, though not without resistance, just to catch his breath for a while and get rid of Jungsuk's attention. But even the distance didn't help avoid Hyong's languid gaze. Jungsuk was watching Jonghyong, and he knew it. And, to be honest, somewhere deep down, junior liked it. Hell, he even moved on the dance floor, because he knew, senior was watching him, like a vulture watching its prey. But Kim didn't want to admit it, trying to put it down to alcohol and the casual atmosphere. As it is not so…
"Can I join?" Jonghyong flinched, when he heard his Hyong's voice next to him. Junior couldn't remember, how long it had been since he'd walked out on the dance floor, how much he'd drunk, and how much he'd lost sight of Chaebom as soon, as Jungsuk was there. Before he could utter a sound, senior put hands on his hips, just above the hip bones, and began to move in time with the music, drawing junior into the dance. Jonghyong tensed as soon, as he felt the burning touch of hands-on his sides. The alcohol hit his head with a new force, clouding his mind, not allowing him to think straight. Blood thundered in his ears, his heart was racing, and his arms hung limp at his sides. Junior didn't know, where to run or what to do. Hyong stared straight into his eyes, not blinking, pulling the younger guy's body closer, holding hands tighter on the other's sides so, that Kim would not be able to pull away.
Jungsuk moved actively, rotating his hips, pressing as closely, as possible, to junior. The pupils of the others' eyes widened, as Jungsuk took the younger guy's hands and placed them around his neck. Jonghyong wrapped his arms around his more out of surprise, than out of desire, although to be honest, he liked touching Hyong's soft skin. Jungsuk's hands moved easily up and down the guy's ribs, and Park could have sworn, that Jonghyong was trembling under his hands. Senior liked Kim's reaction, and he turned his back on junior with a single jerk, now clinging to his powerful and broad chest, his ass touching Jonghyong's groin. And Jungsuk smiled when he felt the guy's erection begin to grow. He grunted and arched his back, raising his arms up and now wrapping around Jonghyong's neck. He felt a loud exhalation on the back of his neck, as Kim pushed his hips forward, making it clear, that he was not indifferent to senior's movements.
Jonghyong knew, that he was trapped. Once again, the experienced and resourceful Hyong caught him. He could not restrain himself, when senior so openly and brazenly rubbed his body against him, literally teasing and seducing right on the dance floor. There seemed to be no one around, but the two of them. Jonghyong's breathing quickened with each new confident movement of Hyong, he could not control himself, the body did not listen to him. Hands unconsciously touched senior, wherever could reach. His dick generally lived a life of its own, and no matter, how Jonghyong shushed him in his head, ordering him to calm down, he continued to grow and push towards Hyong's delicious ass, which shamelessly met the uninvited guest. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck and back, his lips were dry no matter, how many times he ran his tongue over them, and his hands were trembling, though continued to thoughtlessly stroke the forms of Jungsuk, who clearly liked the guy's response.
Jungsuk was literally elated because junior was gradually losing ground. He was pawing at him so furiously, trying to keep his balance, that Park was frankly amused. The younger guy's arousal was clearly felt through the fabric of his thin, delicate trousers, and he wanted to put his hand behind his back so, that he could touch it, feel it, taste it. But senior restrained his impulses, so as not to accidentally frighten Kim. Park is patient. He's waited a long time, but he can wait a little longer…
"It's all right, Jonghyong-a," senior said, coming close to junior's ear, as turned to face him and put an arm around his shoulders, noticing the new panic. "Just relax."
Jonghyong closed his eyes and breathed so raggedly and quickly as if he had just swum at least a hundred meters. Jungsuk-Hyong's breath burned, like a raging flame, settling on the lobe of his ear, and his hands massaged shoulders with confidence and strength, but at the same time carefully, as Jungsuk continued to move, pushing his hips towards junior. Jonghyong gritted his teeth, because just a little more, and he cum in underpants from the proximity of his Hyong. He urgently needed to escape, before it got too bad. So as soon as the music finally stopped a little, he pulled away with some difficulty, slowly backed away from Jungsuk, and with a guilty look at him, ran as fast, as he could, towards the toilet.
Once in the bright room, Jonghyong squinted a little, unaccustomed to the dimness, from which he had emerged. He went to the sinks and turned on the cold water, immediately filling his hands and rinsing cheeks, trying not to touch eyes, so that the usual makeup would not spread. Taking a couple of deep breaths, Kim turned off the water and looked at himself in the mirror opposite. His eyes were wild and misty, lips were bitten almost to the point of blood, cheeks and neck were red and wet, and his hair was disheveled. In general, the kind of still. From the outside, it might seem, that Kim had just been fucked to the full, so dissolute and defiant he looked. His stomach tightened, and his groin felt heavy, squeezed mercilessly by the fabric of his own trousers. Jonghyong cursed, clutching his swollen cock, which now stood out clearly and clearly with its shape.
"Fuck," he hissed, as his hand accidentally or, perhaps, deliberately, ran the length of the trunk, sending a shiver of goosebumps all over his body, despite the stuffy room. Jonghyong bit his lips again, frantically trying to regain his labored breath and regain composure. But nothing worked. Jonghyong-junior didn't want to calm down, desperate for a release, preferably from those small, but confident hands, that had so unceremoniously stroked him on the dance floor. Jonghyong groaned, and his voice echoed through the small, closed room of the toilet, as he imagined Jungsuk's thighs pushing against his ass. As his cock plunges into his throbbing entrance, fingers forcefully squeeze his buttocks, leaving noticeable red marks on the light skin. As Jungsuk bites his ear, sensitive neck, shoulder, whispering all sorts of dirty words, from which the body begins to shake in pre-orgasm. Elegant, but at the same time, the strong body of Hyong covers his own, completely absorbing, shrouding the veil of vice, dragging into the abyss of passion and madness. Jonghyong clearly heard the sound of plopping eggs on his buttocks, the vulgar wet echoes of a member slipping into his ass, felt rough and sharp thrusts into his strained passage and noisy staccato breathing next to his ear. The images were so real, that Kim lost his head, hundreds of colored sparks flashed before his eyes, and his legs trembled and gave way. Jonghyong gripped the sink with his hands, knuckles white. He didn't even turn around when heard the sound of opening the toilet door. Perhaps, his imagination was playing with him. Perhaps, he was still at home, lying on his bed, and the filthy fantasies, that had frightened him so much, but at the same time turned him on so violently, were just the product of his masochistic and sick imagination. A dream come true.
"Jonghyong, are you all right?" the familiar voice should have sobered, but he couldn't control himself at the moment. Reality mixed with fantasy, and junior was afraid to open his eyes, afraid to see, what was happening around him.
"Jonghyong-a?" when Kim did feel a weight on his shoulder, his eyes opened involuntarily, and junior saw Hyong's reflection in the mirror, standing next to him. Senior's appearance was not much different from, that of Jonghyong himself. Tousled and panting, Jungsuk looked both sexy and intimidating at the same time. His voice was hoarse and low in the empty room, and Jonghyong didn't know if it was excitement or worry. He probably didn't want to know. He couldn't think at all now. Even the boner, that Jungsuk would definitely find if he turned junior around to face him, didn't bother him. Only the outsider closeness and the weight of the hand, and the images, that had just run through his mind, occupied Kim at the moment.
"Help me, Hyong," he didn't know, what kind of nonsense he was talking about. Just a few moments ago he had run away from senior in disgrace, to shield himself from his proximity with all his might. But lust and anticipation of excitement curbed junior, luring him into their tight impenetrable net.
"Please… help me…"
Jungsuk was slightly unsettled by this request. He became alarmed, when he saw, how Jonghyong standing next to the sink with his eyes squeezed shut, all tense and as if scared to death. But when noticed, how junior's hand was squeezing his crotch with force, immediately realized, what the reason was. Although Jonghyong's behavior still left many questions, that senior did not have answers to. He was clearly confused, that's understandable. And Jungsuk was sure, that this was the reason, why Jonghyong had run away from him, to relieve the tension in a secluded place on his own. Therefore, warning Muyong and Chaebom, which, as it turned out, danced merrily a little apart from them, Park went after junior. Jungsuk felt the excitement of Jonghyong. He felt, that he wanted him. There was no doubt about it. But something frankly scared junior did not allow him to completely relax and open up. And Jungsuk wondered, what it could be.
Jungsuk gently released Jonghyong's hands and pushed him against the nearest wall. Junior's cock was a nice picture, sticking out of his pants, even though maknae was hiding it with his hand. Park carefully removed the other's hand, replacing it with his own, and Kim's eyes widened in fright. He seemed to change his mind as soon, as Jungsuk touched his body, even though he had asked him to do so just a second ago. That's what junior asked for, when he said, that he needed Jungsuk's help, right?
"Jonghyong-a," Jungsuk whispered softly, uncharacteristically, into the younger guy's reddened ear, "I won't hurt you. You don't have to be afraid of me. Just calm down and relax. Everything will be fine. I promise you."
Jonghyong seemed to be breathing every other time. Senior's hand stroked his groin, making cock throb and smear lubrication on his boxers. He so wanted to feel Hyong's hand on his trunk, so that it went along the entire length, wrapped around the burning member with a fist, and moved in a frenzied rhythm, bringing such a long-awaited relief. Senior's calm and melodious voice rang in his ear, making every nerve cell in his body go mad. Jonghyong closed his eyes again, opened his mouth, and leaned his head back against the wall.
Jungsuk moved slowly, but steadily. He undid the belt buckle, then the button, and zipped it. He wanted to touch the younger guy's flesh so hard, that his fingers trembled, but he was still in no hurry, to give him a way out. Park was single-minded and always got, what he wanted. But he had never been a rapist and would have let Jonghyong go at once if he had asked for it. He didn't want to frighten Kim, just the opposite. His goal was to make junior want him! Want him as much, as he wanted. And so far, though not without difficulty, he seemed to be succeeding. Jonghyong let him get as close, as he could, given the situation: a crowded place, loud music, alcohol coursing through his veins a public toilet. This is not how Jungsuk imagined the first approach to the object of his desire. But if he retreats now, there's no telling, when he'll get a second chance like this.
Slowly, so as not to frighten, Jungsuk lowered his trousers and boxers a little, exposing the younger guy's flesh in half. Park almost gasped, when he saw junior's cock: thick, long, and ready for action. The head was red and swollen, dripping with natural lubricant, and it was tempting to lick it off with tongue. Aroused flesh slapped his stomach with a deafening thump, as Jungsuk pulled the fabric of junior's boxers back completely. Park reached out, to touch the work of art, his hungry gaze fixed on the throbbing flesh when junior caught his hand. Jungsuk looked up and met the eyes of maknae. Despite the fact, that the guy seemed to have asked him to do so, now Jungsuk could see the beginnings of fear in the murky brown. Jonghyong's body was trembling with a mixture of excitement and fright, and Jungsuk couldn't understand, what it was, that was scaring the younger guy so much. He certainly wanted to, but for some reason, he was terrified of what might happen now.
"Should I stop?" Jungsuk terribly did not want to be interrupted. As soon as he saw the younger guy's excitement, he was ready to fall on his knees before him and do anything, that Jonghyong did not want. But maknae's fear stopped senior, so he didn't dare act. Jonghyong shook his head violently, closing his eyes again, but still holding Park's small hand tighter, which made it clear, that tomorrow morning wrist would be bruised.
"Jonghyong-a," with his free hand Jungsuk touched junior's cheek and gently traced the line of his cheekbones. He leaned close to his ear and whispered as gently, as he could, "Open your eyes."
Jonghyong opened his eyes a little and immediately met the sky-blue gaze of his Hyong. The pupil widened with a rush of lust, almost completely filling the iris, making the senior's eyes look intimidating. Jungsuk looked at him as if he was going to eat him whole. Engulf Kim completely, without allowing him to return to reality.
"I won't hurt you," Jungsuk coaxed Jonghyong, as if he were a child, whispering words of comfort, burning his lips, and Jonghyong wasn't sure when senior had reached them. "That's what you want, hah?" Jungsuk twisted his hand out of the other's grip and lightly, almost weightlessly ran the entire width of his palm over junior's erect cock. He whimpered, biting his lower lip hard, but kept his eyes open, studying Hyong's reaction and listening to his own.
Throat felt tight, nostrils flared from breathing so fast and deep in the already stuffy room, temples were drenched with sweat, ears were filled with a ringing, echoing silence, despite the sounds of music coming from the hall, the heart was pounding, ready to burst out, like a cartoon from TV. Bright flashes of light flashed before eyes, and sparks of electrical impulses ran through the body, threatening to burn to the ground. Jonghyong couldn't breathe properly, while Jungsuk's hand moved slowly over his painfully aroused cock, bringing such pleasure, that it was difficult to imagine. No one, except his ex, had touched Kim like this in a long time… the devil knows how long! Jonghyong never thought that he would ever again allow himself to be in other men's hands. But here he is, standing in the toilet, pressed against the wall, his head painfully pressed against the tile, hands clenched into fists, and he moaning, like a lustful whore, who has been removed to be roughly fucked on the nearest horizontal surface. Jonghyong thought, that Hyong's hands would be rough and demanding, despite the size and the softness of his skin, which was visible to the naked eye. Somewhere in the back of his mind, junior even wanted, that it to be so! He'd been terrified of getting into this situation, but he'd let it happen, let Hyong break into his thoughts, let himself be seduced, let get closer to himself than any man had in a very long time. Kim was afraid of, how much he wanted to be completely at the mercy of Jungsuk-Hyong, wanted senior's cock to burst inside him, wanted to ride him all night long, wanted Hyong to be rude and unrestrained with him. But damn senior was so attentive and gentle, that it drove Jonghyong crazy. Other's touch reverberated all over his body, spreading out like molasses and taking his whole. Jungsuk acted with knowledge, then running his palm wide along the entire length, then squeezing the trunk in a tight ring, barely wrapping his miniature fingers around a considerable circle of junior's organ, then touching the overly sensitive skin of the scrotum, then playing with the wet head, sometimes scratching the tender skin with a nail, which made Kim cry out and beat his head against the wall.
Jungsuk's breathing was even, but heavy and burning, and he wanted to kiss the younger guy, feel the sweetness and softness of maknae's lips on his own, bite the bottom one, suck his tongue and literally fuck his mouth so, that he could not even think about, what was happening around him. But something was holding him back, preventing him from fully engrossing in the passion and lust, that no doubt possessed him now. He watched junior's reaction carefully, never taking his eyes off him, continuing to move his hand slowly, then faster over his blood-filled cock, without pausing for anything else. He didn't care if anyone came in and caught them at any moment. This is a public place, damn it. But the prospect of being discovered drove Park even madder. The sinful whining moans made by Jonghyong, the movement of his thighs towards Hyong's hand, all sent prickly sensual sparks straight to the groin. His own cock pressed painfully against the fabric of his rather tight leather trousers, but right now he didn't care. All, he could see and feel, was junior, trembling and whimpering in his arms. Jungsuk began to wank to Kim faster, first licking his hand with a wide smear of the tongue, to add saliva to the natural lubricant, that continued to be released from the opening of the urethra. With his other hand Park began caressing junior's sensitive testicles, feeling them tighten in anticipation of an orgasm. How senior wanted to touch own naked flesh with maknae's cock now. Vulgar images clouded the inflamed brain, which only pushed more to the ragged and disorderly actions of the palm.
"Hyong…" the word came so naturally and correctly from Jonghyong's lips, that Jungsuk groaned at the languid and hoarse voice of maknae. Jonghyong cum into his hand a few moments later, gripping his shoulders tightly, squeezing the black fabric to the creases.
Jonghyong couldn't feel his legs, and his whole body was trembling and overly sensitive after the orgasm. He had never felt this rush before. He had forgotten, what it was, like to feel others' hands on his body. Opening eyes, Jonghyong saw a rather grinning Hyong, who brazenly and vulgarly, with indecently loud sounds, licked his own fingers, collecting other's sperm from them. For some reason, this sight made Jonghyong feel embarrassed about the roots of his hair. A sudden chill gripped his naked flesh, prompting Kim to hastily pull on his pants, not even caring, that it was completely drenched with his own semen. His head was a mess, limbs were not working, and he almost fell to his knees, when he tried to pull away from Hyong. But he immediately supported him, not letting fall to the tile floor. And as soon as senior's hands touched the now sensitive body of Jonghyong, it was as if a toggle switch was switched in junior's brain. All the pre-set settings, that Hyong seemed to have put into it went to hell, and junior jumped away from Park, as if scalded, his eyes widening madly. The realization of, what he had allowed happen to him, came over him. The horror of another man's touch gripped him in a vise, and he backed toward the door, as Hyong stared at him blankly.
"Jonghyong?" Hyong's voice was muffled and indistinct as if it were far away. His presence was not at all helpful or reassuring, as it had been a few minutes ago. All, he could feel and see, was Hyong pressing against him, blocking his escape routes, trying to touch him again.
"No!" he pushed senior away from him with such force, that he almost fell to the floor, grabbing the wall of one of the nearby booths. "Not suitable. Don't touch me!" a chilling fear filled his mind, and he forgot, that he had allowed it to happen himself, that he had not felt pain in the arms of his Hyong, that he had felt peace and security for the first time. Old wounds don't heal so easily, especially, when they start to be reopened. Jonghyong turned the door handle and stormed out of the toilet, immediately heading for the exit, not even bothering to warn Chaebom, that he was leaving. He needed to be as far away from Hyong, as possible, from his hands, from his eyes, from the heat of his body, from the voice, that whispered so sweetly, but also so forcefully in the ear.
"Damn it!" Jungsuk slammed his fist into the wall, not sure, what had caused junior to react like this. One moment everything was fine, and the next Jonghyong went mad and pushed him away as if Park was a threat to him. What the hell is going on with this kid? What did Park do wrong? What is so very scared of maknae? And why did he still continue to press junior so fiercely, trying to find out the reason for his behavior? Now not only desire but also anxiety seized Jungsuk. Kim was clearly in need of help, and somewhere deep inside Park knew, that he would not be able to lose sight of him now. The wick of alarm and even a slight fear for the junior was growing stronger and fiercer by the second, and Jungsuk could not ignore it. He could not forget the horror in maknae's eyes when he tried to approach. Something happened to Jonghyong. Something terrible. And Park was determined to find out, what it was.
Jonghyong had been running for so long, that at first, he didn't even know, where he was. He stopped in an alley, leaning back against a brick wall, to catch his breath. The feeling, that he's being chased by the hounds of hell so badly, he bolted. His own weakness weighed on him, making him hate himself. He allowed Hyong to approach him, to touch him, to give him some of, what he had not allowed anyone to take for a long time. Jonghyong felt as if he was collapsing from within. His priorities and established life position went down the drain. As soon as he remembered, how Hyong had caressed him, his entire body was filled with fear of his own defeat. Male hands gave him pleasure, that Kim had never expected to experience. But as soon as it tried to touch him after the experience of orgasm, Jonghyong backed away, madly afraid, that the gentle fingers, that had just given him relief, would immediately cause unbearable pain, that would chase him an echo and prevent him from even making a sound of protest. Energized by the endorphins the brain was melted into a shapeless puddle, not giving a single rational thought to gain a foothold in the mind. It was the only way to explain his behavior with Hyong, the only way to justify, what he had allowed happen to him.
His head ached with contradictions and the mental flow of information, that Kim was trying to control. He sank to the ground, feeling, how his knees tremble, and hating himself again for his weakness. In real life, he wasn't like that. He considered himself confident, capable of taking his own life into his own hands. Total control, to which almost everything, was adhered to by Jonghyong, followed in his footsteps, being his main priority. But as soon as the fucking Park Jungsuk appeared next to him, all the barriers and life principles of Kim fell apart, like a house of cards, completely unable to restore. The massive wall, that Jonghyong was trying to build, literally brick by brick, to protect himself from senior, crumbled to smithereens every time, when Jungsuk-Hyong gave junior a quick glance. And he was sad to understand, that everything, that he believed in and followed, turned into a pile of incoherent shit if he was touched, even if unconsciously, by elegant, but strong hands of senior.
Tears of despair and shame came to eyes, gathering in the corners and treacherously trickling down his hot cheeks. He pulled the phone out of the pocket of still-dirty trousers and dialed the number in the search bar. His fingers trembled in anticipation as a familiar name appeared on the screen. Jonghyong typed a message in a hurry, then quickly looked around to figure out, where he was. Now he wanted to feel like himself again, to feel the rhythm, he was used to, to be sure, that he could still regain the little bit of control, that he was used to. There was only one way to do it.
When he clicked the send button, he knew for sure, that he would not be haunted by the blue eyes of the sky tonight.
JOHN, "Blake-Hyong, I need a session urgently. Now!"