PO 64

Woojeong bit his lower lip and moved his hand backward. As he wrapped his hand around Han Jaegang’s hard, erect penis, a sigh escaped Han Jaegang’s lips.

“I want to…”

“……Huh?”

“I want to.”

Woojeong rubbed the cock in his hand a few times, his fingers dampening with the precum oozing from the tip. He pressed the sticky, wet head against the crevice of his own flesh and rubbed it.

“What if it hurts?”

“I’ll be gentle, so it won’t hurt…”

Han Jaegang’s voice, asking softly, was deeply subdued. Woojeong trailed off and pushed his hips back. At some point, the glans, slipping and rubbing against the wet cleft of his buttocks, forced its way into the tightly closed opening.

The pain Han Jaegang had feared did not come. Each time Woojeong shifted his body slightly, his member slid smoothly into the damp, wet flesh.

“Haaah…”

As the hard cock pressed against his inner walls and dug deep, Woojeong tilted his head back and let out a small moan. Even as his inner walls instinctively twitched and tightened around the shaft, Han Jaegang only stroked Woojeong’s thigh, refusing to move.

With no other choice, Woojeong moved his hips. Following his clumsy, slow movements, Han Jaegang’s penis began sliding in and out of his body. His breath quickened in sync with Han Jaegang’s increasingly ragged breathing.

“Woojeong.”

“Mmm…….”

Woojeong moaned impatiently, tilting his head back and lifting one leg. He tried moving his body, wanting deeper penetration, but it still felt unsatisfying.

“Tell me if it’s too hard.”

“Huh, ah….”

“Don’t hold back.”

Whispering soothingly in his ear, Han Jaegang cupped the area beneath Woojeong’s thigh with his hand. Soon, the heavy, fleshy tip dug deep into the flesh.

The tip, penetrating slowly, pressed against the inner walls, stimulating them before slowly withdrawing. Each time it pushed back in, the tip of the glans touched deeper and deeper places, and Woojeong let out a desperate moan.

“Woojeong, ah…”

The slow, cautious thrusting gradually quickened. Each time Han Jaegang moved his hips, gripping Woojeong’s hips, the slick friction filled the quiet room.

Woojeong closed his eyes, listening intently to Han Jaegang’s breathing. His rough breaths gradually mingled with sticky moans. Thinking he was also lost in this dizzying sensation like him, he felt a heat rising deep inside his body.

“Ha. Why are you squeezing so tight?”

“Haah…”

“What if you get hurt?”

Han Jaegang spoke with concern, turning Woojeong over. Raising his upper body, he sat close, lifting Woojeong’s thighs. Fixing his gaze on the exposed junction, he began thrusting slowly. Repeatedly pushing his thick shaft all the way in, then pulling back until the tip caught at the entrance.

His agonized moans and the sticky, tightening walls of his inner flesh pushed him to the brink of unbearable desire.

Han Jaegang wrapped his entire body around Woojeong and began thrusting his hips fiercely. With each slap of flesh, the mattress shook noisily.

“Ah, ah……!”

Han Jaegang buried his nose in Woojeong’s neck, where the scent of pheromones rose thickly, his thrusts fierce. When he pushed deep enough to touch his pubic hair and pressed down with his weight once more, the limp Woojeong jerked.

Beads of sweat gathered at Han Jaegang’s jawline, plopping onto Woojeong’s pale skin. His arms, glistening with sweat, stretched out to grip the mattress as he devoured Woojeong’s body. Suddenly, he jerked his hips back.

The moment he withdrew his penis, his ejaculation erupted. The gushing semen drenched Woojeong’s flushed, intimate area, leaving it sticky and wet. Panting heavily as he released his seed, Han Jaegang kissed Woojeong, as if to calm his own ragged breath.

Having reached climax together, they shared their ragged breaths through a kiss before clinging tightly to each other’s bodies.

“Woojeong.”

Han Jaegang, propping himself up with his arms to avoid weighing him down, planted countless kisses on Woojeong’s face, his eyes closed in exhaustion. He was so utterly adorable, he could not bear not to kiss him.

“……I love you.”

It was unclear if Woojeong, his eyes tightly shut, had heard him clearly, but the smile that bloomed on his lips lingered for a long while.

•••

One afternoon, Woojeong, who had been sleeping on the sofa, opened his eyes at the touch of a hand caressing his cheek. Han Jaegang, who had been standing beside him, sat down and brushed the hair from his forehead.

“Woojeong. You need to get up for a moment.”

“Why?”

As Woojeong sat up, Han Jaegang checked the watch on his wrist.

“My grandparents are coming. They should arrive in about ten minutes.”

“Huh? Suddenly…….”

Woojeong jumped up in surprise at the unexpected news. Han Jaegang, as if it were nothing to be alarmed by, took his hand and sat him back down.

“They’re just stopping by for a moment, so there’s no need to be startled. Just wash your face and come back.”

“What should I do? I should have woken you up a little earlier.”

Woojeong went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water. He felt completely out of it. He also worried about meeting the adults for the first time with his sleepy face still showing.

Even as he changed into neat clothes, his mind was cluttered with all sorts of thoughts. Han Jaegang said there was no need to be nervous, but for Woojeong, it was not that simple.

There must be a reason his grandparents suddenly wanted to see the Snow Reflection Residence. The thought that the reason might be because of him made Woojeong’s heart race.

When Woojeong finished getting ready and stepped outside, Han Jaegang was standing by the front door. His heart sank, wondering if they had already arrived.

“They’re here. They’ll be right in, so come here.”

Han Jaegang pulled Woojeong close, buttoned his cardigan, and spoke quietly.

“There’s no need to worry. Just think of it as saying hello.”

“How can you say that? They’re the family of the Executive Director.”

“Do you think meeting any of my family members would change anything?”

Han Jaegang reassured Woojeong with a tone that suggested there was nothing to worry about. As he stroked his pale, tense cheeks, he suddenly remembered something and added one request.

“Nothing else matters, but we should change that ‘Executive Director’ title. Older folks tend to be sensitive about such things.”

“Then what should I call you?”

“Just use my name. Jaegang.”

Woojeong had called him ‘Executive Director’ ever since they first met. The title ‘Jaegang’ felt awkward even before he tried saying it.

“Don’t worry about anything. Just stay by my side.”

Unlike Woojeong, who was tense at the sound of footsteps outside the door despite his request, Han Jaegang opened the front door with a calm expression.

“Welcome.”

“Yes.”

“If you need anything, you should have call me. It must have been a difficult trip.”

“Why didn’t you come by sooner, before your old man had to come himself?”

Han Jaegang’s grandfather was much more imposing than Woojeong had imagined, possessing a keen gaze despite his advanced age. The aura that made those around Han Jaegang tense seemed to run in the family.

“You’ve fixed up the house nicely. I was worried you’d make it look tacky like the houses kids live in these days.”

His grandmother, with her refined features, surveyed the interior and gave Woojeong, standing beside her grandson, a cool, piercing look.

It was Han Jaegang who broke the tense silence.

“Woojeong, say hello. This is our grandfather and grandmother.”

Too nervous to move, Woojeong stood frozen for a moment before quickly bowing his head in greeting at Han Jaegang’s words.

“Hello, I’m Lee Woojeong.”

The elderly couple quietly looked at Woojeong as he greeted them, then walked right past him. They entered the living room with ease through the front door, as if they had been to Snow Reflection Residence before.

Before he could offer them seats, the elderly couple took places on the sofa themselves. Han Jaegang asked Madam Kwak to bring some warm tea.

He walked over to the sofa, his arm draped around Woojeong’s shoulders. Once the two sat down facing them, the elderly couple stared at Woojeong. Han Jaegang spoke up to block their gaze.

“What brings you all the way here without any notice?”

“Can’t a grandfather visit his grandson’s home without permission?”

“I always call ahead when I visit your place, Grandfather. Next time, please give us a heads-up before coming.”

Just as the atmosphere threatened to turn frosty from his seemingly demarcating words, Madam Kwak arrived with tea. Han Jaegang quietly placed teacups before his grandparents.

Woojeong felt the stares directed at him. His grandmother seemed to want to probe him about something, but she turned her gaze to her grandson instead.

“Jaegwan came and mentioned you several times.”

“What did he say?”

Han Jaegang asked calmly, lifting his teacup. He seemed already aware that Han Jaegwan had relayed his news. His nonchalant reply made his grandmother’s voice rise slightly.

“Must I repeat such talk? Even after hearing it, I couldn’t believe it. I never imagined someone with your character would do something to become the subject of gossip.”

His grandmother, who had lived her entire life with refinement, did not mention the issue directly but gently admonished Han Jaegang.

“At your age, who would criticize you for meeting people? But you should have been more careful when forming connections. Have you forgotten everything this old woman warned you about? And bringing people into the house so carelessly? What on earth is going on…….”

“Why create something for people to hear and gossip about in the first place? You’re a boy who knows enough about how the world works.”

The elderly couple seemed to know everything about Woojeong’s situation too. While outwardly scolding Han Jaegang, their words were essentially directed at Woojeong.

Han Jaegang, who had been listening quietly without much response, turned the teacup in front of Woojeong so it would be easier to grab, meeting his gaze. He gave a slight reassuring smile and lifted his head.

“I wish you cousin had properly looked into things before relaying the message, but since he clearly didn’t, I’ll tell you myself.”

Han Jaegang’s voice was clear and very calm. It seemed to soothe Woojeong’s trembling heart.

“You remember, Grandma. You used to bring people into my room whenever you got the chance. You were hoping, just in case, that one of them might be the right match for me, weren’t you?”

“I did it because I was so worried about you, dear. And why are we talking about that now, here?”

“You don’t need to worry about me anymore.”

Han Jaegang answered firmly, reaching out to take Woojeong’s hand. He didn’t let go, even as the elderly couple’s eyes instantly focused on them.

“Because I have this person.”

Han Jaegang had been careful all this time to keep his health condition from reaching his grandparents’ ears. That was also why he had chosen Kim Junghyun as his primary physician instead of the doctor who had treated him since childhood.

Deciding there was no longer any reason to hide it, he honestly revealed how bad his condition had become. His grandmother clutched her chest in shock upon hearing he was nearly at the point of giving up treatment because no medicine worked properly, and that he had recently suffered a heart attack requiring CPR.

“How could you hide something this important from us!”

“Even if I had told you, there was no other solution anyway. You would have only worried yourselves for nothing. I know how you both feel, and why you came here. But you’ve misunderstood.”

“What do you mean?”

“You both think Woojeong is blocking my path, but the truth is different. I’m the one clinging to him.”

It wasn’t hard to tell the truth as it was. Han Jaegang had survived a life-threatening crisis and found stability, escaping an uncertain state where anything could happen at any moment, all because Woojeong had been by his side.

There had been a foolish time when he vowed to keep Woojeong by his side, but now Han Jaegang was grateful for every moment he could spend with him.

“…So, the fact that I’m sitting here perfectly fine in front of you two is all thanks to Woojeong. If you check with the center, you’ll see there’s not a single exaggeration in what I’m saying. It’s true that Lee Woojeong holds my life in his hands.”

The elderly couple looked speechless. If it were any other matter, they might have said something, but with Han Jaegang’s life on the line, they couldn’t add their two cents. The grandfather, who had been listening, stepped forward.

“A person should know their place. If you intended to live like this, you should have come earlier, introduced yourself, and asked for permission first. Don’t you agree?”

Hearing the words he had been waiting for, Han Jaegang smiled gently. There was never any reason for Woojeong to be afraid in the first place.

“I intended to come pay my respects. But some matters came up, and since this person needs rest right now, I postponed it for a while.”

Han Jaegang explained matter-of-factly, but Grandmother’s eyes widened as she listened. She leaned closer to the table and asked.

“What are you talking about? You can’t be saying…?”

The gazes of everyone gathered instantly turned to Woojeong. He looked flustered, but fortunately realized he needed to speak up. Licking his lips slightly, Woojeong cautiously opened his mouth.

“…I couldn’t come greet you because I’m pregnant. I’m sorry.”

Even his grandfather couldn’t hide his surprise at this unexpected confession. His grandmother turned completely toward Woojeong.

“You’re pregnant? How many months along are you? No, how far along? When’s the due date?”

Han Jaegang wrapped an arm around Woojeong’s shoulder and answered calmly.

“By winter, you’ll be seeing your great-grandchild.”

At the word “great-grandchild,” Woojeong involuntarily gasped. He had only considered the baby coming between himself and Han Jaegang; he had never imagined the family ties expanding in such a way.

“You’re having the baby in winter?”