VSP 118

Sejun tried to protest, but at that moment Dogyeong pulled him into his arms and lifted him up. Before Sejun could even process it, his feet left the ground, the door closed behind him while he was still stammering “uh, uh,” and he was naturally carried into Dogyeong’s house.

Before he had any chance to take in the familiar yet barren interior, Dogyeong’s voice rang close to his ear.

“Sejun-hyung, do you hate me?”

As if that could be possible. Sejun shook his head.

“Then do you like me?”

That question, however, wasn’t one he could nod to so easily. His face heated up again.

This wasn’t good. Cha Dogyeong seemed determined to drag a confession out of him today, no matter what.

For Sejun, who had cleared the sub-mission with nothing but the pure intention of wanting to earn Cha Dogyeong’s feelings and had made a perfectly upright resolution to start something with him afterward, this was a serious crisis. And yet, it didn’t feel like something he could stop. Today’s Cha Dogyeong was a bulldozer.

Sejun realized it too late. Damn it, I only thought about my own pace and not his. He belatedly regretted, and it was useless.

When Sejun remained silent, Dogyeong tilted his head to one side, humming softly.

“You don’t even like fully automatic coffee machines and insist on grinding the beans by hand. Guess our hyung is manual all the way.”

“Hey……”

“Then I’ll match Seo Sejun’s pace.”

Before Sejun could ask what that was supposed to mean, Dogyeong continued.

“If you like it, stay still. If you don’t, refuse.”

Instead of slowing down to match Sejun, bulldozer Cha Dogyeong chose to go straight ahead.

Their lips collided again. Only then did Sejun realize that what Dogyeong had told to refuse if he didn’t like it was Dogyeong himself.

Of course Dogyeong had said to refuse if he didn’t like it, but for Sejun, there was no way he wouldn’t like it. Not the kiss, and not Cha Dogyeong.

After laying out a situation where refusal was impossible, Dogyeong looked satisfied when Sejun didn’t resist and obediently parted his lips.

Realizing that by not rejecting him he had basically made a forced confession, Sejun punched Dogyeong’s shoulder.

“Ow.”

“Ow my ass!”

It didn’t hurt at all. Watching Sejun bristle, Cha Dogyeong laughed with his eyes curved and muttered,

“You’re really difficult, Seo Sejun.”

“What?”

After saying that, as if he hadn’t just completely outplayed him, Dogyeong pulled Sejun into his arms again and lifted him up.

Just like that, he carried Sejun into his bedroom. By the time Sejun blinked and went “huh,” he was already lying on Cha Dogyeong’s bed.

Wait. The bed?

He’d lain on it a few times when drunk before, but the mood was completely different. At the very least, Dogyeong hadn’t laid him down with the intention of closing his eyes to rest.

And besides, the two of them were already a relationship that had crossed all kinds of lines they shouldn’t have.

No matter how dense Sejun was, even he couldn’t fail to understand Dogyeong’s intentions

“Seo Sejun, are you all better now?”

Cha Dogyeong asked as casually as if he were making small talk over tea, while climbing on top of Sejun, who had ended up flat on the bed.

A large, solid body pressed down on him with weight from above. Sejun’s gaze wandered, with nowhere to settle.

This, this really looks like that. This has to be that.

“Uh…… I’m not in pain or anything.”

Even then, Sejun answered honestly with a dazed expression, and Dogyeong smiled.

“That’s a relief.”

Why did that “that’s a relief” sound so obscene? Maybe it was just the situation playing tricks on him.

But as if to prove it wasn’t a misunderstanding, a heavy sentence slid into Sejun’s ear.

“Hyung, Dogyeong has condoms today.”

“…….”

Dogyeong took out a box of condoms from the bedside table. The box was opened, and a small gold wrapped packet appeared inside.

Anyone with half a brain could comprehend what this meant. If they had been caught up in the moment at the amusement park, Cha Dogyeong was now openly demanding an answer from Sejun.

So that’s why he asked if I was better. Sejun’s face burned as if it might explode.

Today, Cha Dogyeong showed him not a shred of mercy, pushing him again and again, making it impossible to endure without answering, without spilling his true feelings.

Sejun’s gaze slowly traced up Dogyeong’s body to his face. The firm body he had secretly envied for a long time and the handsome face were right there. A face that looked like it could charm anyone if it wanted to was smiling down at him.

Cha Dogyeong was saying that he liked Sejun. That he wanted him.

If this were Sejun from the past, he might have been celebrating mission success right about now. But at this moment, the mission didn’t cross his mind.

No matter how unfamiliar Sejun was with emotional exchange, he wasn’t clueless enough to reject someone he liked when that person said they liked him and wanted him.

At that moment, even worrying about whether Dogyeong’s feelings were genuine felt like a luxury.

All he could see was Cha Dogyeong, saying he liked him and wanted him.

But just before he completely fell for that handsome face, Sejun barely came to his senses.

“Wait a second…… can I borrow your phone?”

Dogyeong tilted his head at the sudden request.

“Why?”

“I need to…… contact my mom. I told her I’d be home soon.”

It was practically the same as giving permission. At the same time, it completely ruined the mood.

Even as he spoke, Sejun’s face turned red with embarrassment. He wondered if saying “I need to contact my mom” made any sense in this situation, but no matter what, he couldn’t make her worry more.

If a child who had nearly died suddenly went out and went silent, she would obviously worry. Dogyeong, who had been staring at him, got up, grabbed his phone, and handed it to him.

“Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing.”

Though the way his shoulders shook suggested he was barely holding it in.

Sejun hurriedly contacted his mother using Dogyeong’s phone. I can’t come home today. He wondered if he should add some kind of excuse, but nothing convincing came to mind, so he stopped there.

“Sejun-hyung, you’re cute enough to kill me.”

“…….”

Fortunately, even Sejun’s foolish interruption didn’t cool the atmosphere too much.

Suddenly, he remembered running into Cha Dogyeong at the Association not long after getting this damned mission, how Dogyeong had irritably said, “You have to act like a hyung to be called hyung.”

He’d heard “hyung” plenty of times since then, but today, he didn’t know why that word sounded so ticklish.

Sejun returned the phone, knowing he’d be hearing “hyung” a lot today. Dogyeong put it on the bedroom table and set it to quiet.

It was like a declaration that from this moment on, he wouldn’t respond to any incoming calls.

Only then did reality sink in.

This was different from their previous joke like relationship. Today, Cha Dogyeong was going to see it through. The comment about having condoms wasn’t just sexual posturing.

Around then, Sejun realized a serious problem.

“Cha Dogyeong, wait. I haven’t showered yet.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I do!”

How could he not shower? Sejun, who had never dated and was therefore oddly faithful to the basics, could excuse it at the amusement park, but today, when he could wash, he absolutely couldn’t not wash.

Dogyeong frowned, but after thinking of something, he quickly beamed.

“That works. We can shower together.”

“……What?”

Sejun stared at him, having never imagined the thought would jump there so suddenly, but today’s bulldozer Dogyeong had no intention of stopping.

He lifted Sejun right up. Even carrying a man over 180 centimeters tall over his shoulder, Cha Dogyeong didn’t sway. Their destination was obviously the bathroom.

“Hey, hey Cha Dogyeong!”

Dangling over Dogyeong’s shoulder like luggage, a flustered Sejun grabbed at the bathroom door frame and tried to resist, but there was no way he could overpower Dogyeong. His resistance was easily subdued, and the restroom door was quickly closed.

In the meantime, the overcast weather that had lingered all day finally began to clear. For the first time that day, sunlight filtered into the house, but it was a change Dogyeong, already inside the bathroom, never noticed.