JD 126

Even though some time had passed since Kim Taeyoung had vented his rage about Kang Hakyung, his hand still trembled.

It was the same hand he’d injured a few months back while fleeing with his family in the middle of the night, forced out by penalty fees and threats.

He hadn’t received proper treatment, and the aftereffects lingered.

Every time he saw that pathetic trembling, his fury toward Kang Hakyung boiled back up.

To let off the anger rising again, he slammed at his keyboard a few more times, exhaling sharply.

On the beer-stained screen, Kang Hakyung kept smiling and singing with joy, repeating endlessly.

Gleaming like he didn’t know the first thing about anything sticky or dirty.

“Haa… Kang Hakyung…”

The only sound in the small room was the grinding of teeth.

***

His real broadcast career had barely started, and already it was exhausting.

Thank God it was just a short-term contract, not a full one.

Singing all day? He could do that. But chatting naturally with strangers and reacting on cue? That was hard labor.

Especially for Hakyung, who was seriously shy around new people.

A multi-hour talk show felt like pure torture.

Under the constant blaze of studio lights and the weight of countless eyes, his back tensed involuntarily.

Even with Muheon right in front of him, once inside the studio, he was alone.

He experienced the loneliness of being in a crowd in the most brutal way.

If he lost focus even for a moment, he’d miss the flow of conversation and instantly feel like a prop, just another “potato sack in the corner.”

That one came bundled in, like a buy-one-get-one-free deal.

Luckily, everyone filming with him was friendly and kind.

If not for that, he might’ve cried on the ride home.

Watching Hakyung flounder beside him made Muheon’s insides twist.

It wasn’t anything new, Hakyung had always been shy, but at least Muheon used to be able to step in and help.

Now all he could do was sit and watch.

The phrase “like a child left by the water” had never fit more perfectly.

Each day felt like walking on a sheet of ice.

Muheon swore to himself, once this was over, he’d never let Hakyung go on TV again.

Of course, what really grated on him was how everyone was too damn nice to Hakyung.

Fueled by jealousy, his petty, stingy little heart grew bigger by the day.

When Hakyung arrived home completely wiped, he groaned.

“Ugh… I didn’t even sing, but my throat hurts.”

He massaged the front of his neck and cleared his throat with a dry cough.

Muheon rushed to get him a cup of water.

Hakyung downed it in one gulp and flopped straight onto the bed.

His makeup was still on, but rest came first.

After sitting stiffly in an uncomfortable chair all day, his muscles were screaming for mercy.

“That was rough. Let me give you a massage, lie on your stomach.”

“Ah, I should shower first… Let me rest just a minute, and I’ll go wash up.”

“Just stay there.”

Without waiting, Muheon started massaging his shoulders and down his body.

Hakyung knew just how good Muheon’s massages were. Even as he murmured that he really shouldn’t, he didn’t move a muscle.

His stiff muscles melted under Muheon’s precise, controlled pressure.

Soft groans of relief spilled from Hakyung’s lips.

“Ah, right there…! That’s it! That spot’s been bothering me all day. Couldn’t reach it. This is amazing!”

“Starting to feel better?”

“Totally. Thanks—ugh…!”

As Muheon pressed near the shoulder blades, his hand suddenly grazed Hakyung’s side.

A ticklish, electric feeling spread through him, making Hakyung let out a quiet, involuntary moan.

So soft you wouldn’t hear it unless you were really listening. Muheon’s mouth curled into a smile.

He gently teased Hakyung’s side again and again, and each time Hakyung’s body squirmed in response.

“Your schedule tomorrow’s in the afternoon, right?”

“Huh? Yeah…”

Caught off guard, Hakyung looked at him suspiciously.

Muheon smiled sweetly, then in one smooth motion flipped him over like a pancake.

The concern from earlier for poor, exhausted Hakyung? Gone.

Now, Muheon looked like a predator with its prey in sight.

Pinned beneath Muheon’s large frame, Hakyung gave a sheepish smile.

He gently rubbed Muheon’s arm, searching for an escape route, but sadly, both his upper and lower body were completely blocked. No way out.

“I-I’ll go shower.”

“You don’t need to.”

“My makeup…”

“Most of it’s off already.”

Muheon dismissed every excuse and pressed his lips to Hakyung’s.

The slight stickiness from lip balm only made him want to kiss him more.

Muheon licked Hakyung’s lips slowly, then clicked his tongue.

“Ugh, strawberry flavor sucks. Kang Hakyung tastes way better.”

He deepened the kiss, as if to wash away that artificial flavor.

At first, Hakyung tried to push him off, but by the second kiss, he clung to him eagerly, just like always.

Muheon’s kisses were like a sweet oasis after a long, dry desert of a day.

Once Hakyung started actively responding, Muheon moved his hands in earnest.

One slipped under Hakyung’s loose shirt, caressing bare skin.

Every spot his fingers touched made Hakyung shiver slightly—it was clear as day.

“Ha… ngh…!”

“God, you’re too pretty.”

Muheon murmured to himself, shaking his head.

The way Hakyung gasped under him was an absolute sight.

Why did he keep getting prettier and sexier?

Impatient now, Muheon tugged his clothes off.

The pale skin, goosebumps rising, only stoked his hunger.

He bent down and bit Hakyung’s shoulder. The round joint fit perfectly in his mouth.

Without letting go, he moved his tongue across the skin, savoring the soft scent of Hakyung’s body mixed with the air from outside.

It was exquisite.

Chup, chup.

Muheon’s devouring sounds filled the room.

Each time his mouth touched down, Hakyung’s heels dug into the sheets—the only part of him that could move freely, trapped beneath Muheon.

“Ah, mmm…”

Muheon’s mouth trailed down from his shoulder to his collarbone, sternum, and chest.

He gently tugged on a small, firm nipple with his teeth. The way it stretched made him laugh.

“Eeek—d-don’t laugh! It tickles…!”

The nipple he was biting stung and tickled all at once.

It was a weird, sensual kind of sensation, driving Hakyung crazy.

Muheon, meanwhile, was too amused to stop.

He used his fingers to twist and toy with the other nipple.

Pinned on both sides, Hakyung squirmed helplessly, unsure whether to push out or pull in.

After a long, thorough session of licking and teasing, Muheon admired his work.

Slick with spit, his nipples were swollen and shiny like fresh fruit.

Driven by deepening hunger, Muheon suddenly grabbed Hakyung’s ass.

“Ah!”

Too hard. His round butt squished in Muheon’s grip.

The jolt of pain made Hakyung cry out sharply.

Muheon quickly eased off, but finger-shaped marks were already there.

Still, he didn’t feel sorry, not really. The marks suited him.

He didn’t know what exactly he was feeling, only that he was overwhelmed with how much he adored Kang Hakyung.

“Oops… well, it happened. You’re so pretty. Pink looks great on you.”

“What the hell are you saying?!”

He wasn’t thinking at all.

With his butt still stinging, all Hakyung could do was laugh helplessly.

It was a rare glimpse of Muheon being clumsy and silly.

Hakyung reached up and cupped Muheon’s cheeks.

Muheon obediently leaned into his small hands, rubbing against them like a cat.

Hakyung chuckled softly and pulled his face in to kiss the tip of his nose.

Once, twice, then again.

He kissed Muheon exactly as much as he wanted.

“Why’s my husband so damn cute? Seriously, it’s crazy.”

“Cute…?”

“Yeah. You get cuter every day.”

He’d said it before, but Muheon still couldn’t get used to being called cute.

He scoffed. Even if he’d had parents, they wouldn’t have said something like that.

Still… coming from his adorable river dolphin, it didn’t sound bad at all.