F Side Story 15

Overwhelmed with emotion, Yeonho suddenly sat up and pinched Siwoo’s cheeks with both hands as he sobbed uncontrollably. Finally managing to break through Yeonho’s emotional dam, Siwoo accepted the fists that rained down on his shoulders without resistance. He licked away the tears that dropped onto his lips and said,

“Was it really that hard to make Joo Yeonho cry?”

With his tears, Yeonho’s long-suppressed feelings came pouring out.

“I hate you. I hate Kim Siwoo so much I could die.”

I love you so much I could die. That’s what Siwoo heard.

“Then hate only me, for the rest of your life. I’ll be happy just being the one you hate.”

Then love only me, for the rest of your life. Yeonho understood exactly what Siwoo meant.

Siwoo cupped Yeonho’s small face in his large hands and licked up every tear. Even the ones that rolled down his cheeks and under his chin. Yeonho, stroking the back of his head, tugged on Siwoo’s hair.

He cried so hard that his head hurt, and finally, the tears stopped. Grabbing Siwoo’s neck as if to strangle him, he yelled,

“Then why is that guy moving out?”

“I don’t know anything about it. You told me not to give him any attention, so I haven’t even looked his way.”

“It wasn’t you who told him to go? You didn’t get a place for the two of you to meet behind my back?”

Shuddering at his own wild thoughts, Yeonho bit Siwoo hard on the nape of his neck. Siwoo held Yeonho tightly, patting his backside as he spoke gently,

“Yeonho-ya, if that were really true, you’d be allowed to chop me into pieces.”

“…You?”

Yeonho asked, rubbing his eyes. As his blurred vision cleared, he saw Siwoo glowing before him. Gently touching the seams of Siwoo’s body, Yeonho murmured,

“How could I… This beautiful thing… It’d be such a waste.”

“If I ever slept with anyone other than you, even once in my whole life, I’ll cut myself into pieces.”

Siwoo looked straight into Yeonho’s eyes. What mattered most at that moment was his conviction in himself. Even if he couldn’t remember that night, he couldn’t let doubt take root. Because if it did, Yeonho would suffer.

“Yeonho, I’m not that kind of person. Even if I was so drunk I couldn’t remember anything, I wouldn’t make that kind of mistake.”

Yeonho stared at him. Even though he couldn’t logically explain the photo he received, and Siwoo couldn’t explain the night either, something about the honesty in Siwoo’s gaze made him believe it. Not out of self-deception, but because it felt real.

Yeonho wrapped his arms around Siwoo’s neck and buried himself in his embrace. Holding Yeonho close, Siwoo closed his eyes, feeling the heartbeat against his chest.

“I want to have sex with you.”

Yeonho’s heartbeat grew faster and stronger. Siwoo continued,

“But I can’t be the one to start it. When I touch you, your body still tenses up.”

“…”

“Don’t do it just to please me. Only when your body truly wants it. That day will come eventually, right?”

Siwoo let out a self-deprecating laugh. Yeonho, tilting his head, caressed his cheek for a long time. He traced his forehead, neat eyebrows, and the bridge of his nose before answering quietly. The answer had been clear from the beginning.

“I want to.”

“…”

“I want to do it.”

He smiled tenderly at Siwoo. It wasn’t just forgiveness. He placed his thumb below Siwoo’s lower lip and tilted his chin down, opening his mouth. Then, Yeonho pressed their lips together.

As Yeonho’s tongue slid into his mouth, Siwoo intertwined his own, slipping his hand under Yeonho’s shirt to caress bare skin. Even as he moved deeper, Yeonho’s body didn’t tense. He was grateful.

How can I make this person even happier? How can I protect him from pain? His life’s mission had only grown heavier.

The sound of wet lips and tongues clashing stopped briefly as Yeonho’s shirt was pulled over his head. Breaking the kiss, Yeonho kissed the bridge of Siwoo’s nose and asked,

“Can I really whine and pout if I want to?”

Laying Yeonho down on his back and pulling off his pants and briefs, Siwoo replied,

“Please. As much as you want.”

He stroked Yeonho’s pale calves, slipping his hand deep between his thighs. As he rubbed between Yeonho’s legs, his other hand reached for a condom and lube from the bedside table.

Siwoo licked and sucked Yeonho’s nipples until they were stiff, then pressed his lips to the now-firm tip.

As Siwoo’s long and thorough foreplay continued, Yeonho pouted and pressed his lips together.

“Park Jihyun came to me and said something.”

“What did that bastard probably said?”

Shifting positions, Siwoo grasped Yeonho’s ankles, licked behind his knees, kissed his thighs, then slowly ran his hands along his calves. Gripping the moist hollow of Yeonho’s knees, he spread his legs and pinned them down, burying his face in the parted cheeks and licking the tightly closed entrance.

While Siwoo carefully prepared Yeonho’s rear, Yeonho confessed what had been bothering him.

“He said you didn’t take time to prepare him properly. That it was too good and you couldn’t control your excitement.”

As he tenderly licked Yeonho’s folds and eased his tongue into the tight space, Siwoo paused. The spot he had touched with his breath twitched.

Being falsely depicted that way made him feel disgusted, like he had been sexually violated. Fighting the urge to gag, he met Yeonho’s gaze and gently pushed a slick, lubed finger inside.

“Were you upset?”

Yeonho, who’d always been slightly self-conscious about how long their foreplay was, nodded.

Siwoo inserted another finger and swirled them along the soft inner walls, kissing Yeonho’s temple.

“It was all a lie. That crazy bastard’s words hurt you a lot, didn’t they?”

“I know it was a lie. But still…”

Yeonho trailed off, then asked as Siwoo slowly moved the fingers buried inside him,

“Hyung, can I ask you something honestly?”

“Yeah.”

“Am I not sexy to you? I mean, I guess you wouldn’t get hard if I weren’t… but not that sexy?”

“What?”

Caught off guard, Siwoo furrowed his brow. Flushing, Yeonho hid his face in his hands and continued,

“I used to think it was just because you had crazy self-control, but after what he said, I started wondering. Like… maybe I’m not stimulating enough, and that’s why you take so long to put it in.”

Adding another finger, Siwoo quietly continued preparing the path to enter Yeonho’s body.

Naked and spread open, Yeonho was offering himself fully, his bare body, his trust, everything.

Every time Siwoo touched him, every time he looked at him, his brain lit up like a firework.

Yeonho was that kind of person to him.

He felt Yeonho’s inner walls gripping his fingers tightly, as if pulling him in deeper. A raw urge to bury himself in there, to swell Yeonho’s belly with his own heat, surged through him. But instead, he answered gently.

“…Because you’re too precious.”

At that, Yeonho’s hips jumped. His nipples and erection were already so sensitive it hurt.

Siwoo pulled his fingers out of the pulsing entrance and gently ran his palm over Yeonho’s chest and wet length.

“When you forget, I’ll remind you again. I’ll tell you over and over. That it’s because you’re precious. I won’t let you get hurt.”

Siwoo leaned over him, burying his face in Yeonho’s neck, and whispered with a soft laugh, like confessing a secret:

“Yours is hidden too deep, so I have to thrust hard to reach it. That’s why I take my time to soothe you first.”

***

The next morning on the way to work, Yeonho finally explained why he had written that will.

“When Park Jihyun said that like a warning, I thought… I might really die before you got back from your trip. So I rushed to the lawyer. I’ll change the contents, make it how you want. I’m sorry. I won’t do that again.”

Siwoo, who was driving, bit his lip. Yeonho reached out and traced his lips, stopping him from hurting himself.

“Back then, I thought it was just pointless worrying. But now… I’m not so sure.”

At the red light, Siwoo stopped and looked at Yeonho with concern. Yeonho met his gaze calmly, but his voice was filled with desperation as he said,

“Protect me.”

Siwoo headed to the CEO’s office at Yeonho’s mother’s request. During lunch, they were supposed to review the dashcam footage together.

Before that, he needed to tell her: Yeonho was being threatened by his parents.

As he entered the office in a hurry, she greeted him.

“Oh, Siwoo.”

Not Kim Siwoo-ssi, just Siwoo. This wasn’t about business. She continued,

“You were really shocked that night, weren’t you?”

“Pardon?”

“The night you got really drunk. You don’t remember?”

That night.

What in the world had happened?