VSP 119

Sejun, lifted like a piece of luggage, ended up perched on the edge of the bathtub.

The bathroom, which he’d already used a few times before, was spacious, comfortable, and spotless, with no other notable features. Up until now, he’d only thought something like “It’s filthy clean” and nothing more, but now that he was being shoved into it by Cha Dogyeong’s hands, his fingers curled up involuntarily. It was all too obvious what was about to happen next.

Unlike Sejun, who was too awkward and embarrassed to even make eye contact, Cha Dogyeong started stripping off his own shirt as soon as he’d sat Sejun down.

As the single layer of shirt peeled away, defined abs that looked not just toned but rock-hard came into view. Sejun, who had been looking at the broad shoulders smoothly extending from his neck, met Dogyeong’s eyes in that split second and quickly looked away with an “Ah, hot!”

This is driving me crazy. It feels like I was sneaking a peek!

Well, technically, if you think about it, it was sneaking a peek. No, he showed it himself, so why should I…! While Sejun was inwardly protesting his innocence alone, Dogyeong approached him with a smirk.

Sejun reflexively tried to back away, but with the empty bathtub behind him and nowhere else to go, he could only hunch his shoulders.

Dogyeong, now close in front of Sejun, gently brushed his bangs aside.

“Seo Sejun, why are you so nervous?”

“…Wouldn’t you be nervous if you were me?”

“Hmm.”

Dogyeong seemed to ponder for a moment before chuckling softly.

“Yeah. It’s understandable.”

Having coolly acknowledged it, he started to unbuckle his pants, but then his eyes met Sejun’s staring gaze, and his eyes immediately crinkled.

“Want to take them off for me, hyung?”

He said something completely unexpected.

“What?”

Sejun retorted in disbelief at the unforeseen words, but Dogyeong remained unfazed.

“I said, take them off for me, hyung.”

With that, he released his hands from the belt buckle. Spreading his palms wide to show he wouldn’t touch it anymore, and with Sejun sitting on the tub edge where even a slight tilt of his head revealed Dogyeong’s crotch right in view, Sejun turned his head away in flustered protest at the outrageous demand.

“Why are you looking away? Take them off to loosen up a bit.”

“Are you insane?”

“Sejun-hyung, how can you be embarrassed by this?”

We’re going to do way more than that. Sejun was left speechless by the follow-up words. It was the truth, after all.

To be blunt, it wasn’t like this was the first time seeing each other naked or having this kind of relationship; though last time he was out of his mind and the car was dark, but the unfamiliarity still made it impossible to hide his embarrassment.

And it hadn’t been long since he’d been forced into confessing, making it even more shameful and awkward.

Someone might say, “You’re an adult, and you’ve confirmed your feelings, so what’s there to be embarrassed about?” But for Sejun, this was a monumental first relationship. It was hard to play it cool.

But is this really dating?

Maybe because he’d only learned about romance through media, Sejun—who thought that without a “Let’s date” it wasn’t official—was anxiously biting his lips in worry when Dogyeong, tired of waiting, grabbed his hand and placed it right on his pants.

“Seo Sejun, hurry up.”

“Ugh.”

There was no more time to deliberate. Sejun fumbled with his fingers and unbuckled the pants. The click sounded unusually loud.

In that dizzying situation where his fingertips were curling up, Sejun thought to himself.

How did I end up like this? If I don’t like it, I could just say no.

The thought flowed that way, but the problem was that he didn’t dislike it.

He didn’t dislike being like this with Cha Dogyeong.

…Am I coming off as too easy?

A worry crossed his mind, but his hands continued moving. Like during the kiss earlier, his mouth felt hot, and Sejun bit his lips as he zipped down.

There was no particular reason to hesitate there, and dragging it slowly would be even more embarrassing, so he pulled it all the way down…and the bulging part poked its head out through the gap.

“…?”

Sejun looked up at Dogyeong in disbelief, but he wore a nonchalant expression as if to say, “What’s the problem?”

“Why is it already hard?”

Sejun asked in irritation. Though it was more out of fluster than actual anger.

“What’s wrong with that? It’s because I’m turned on by you, hyung.”

“But we haven’t done anything yet!”

“What do you mean nothing? We kissed. I’ve been like this since kissing you, hyung.”

It was hard to tell if this was shameless, bold, or both. Realizing that waiting for Sejun would take all night, Dogyeong pulled his own pants down.

Thanks to that, his thick lower half, barely covered by a single layer of underwear, was exposed right in front of Sejun’s eyes.

Sejun swallowed dryly without realizing it. Even not fully erect, Dogyeong’s lower area had impressive volume. Sejun knew well how big and substantial it was. Though he’d never seen it in bright light…

While Dogyeong tossed his pants aside, Sejun, who had been deliberating, made up his mind.

“Hey, hey…”

“What.”

Fuck, is it right to say this? After some back-and-forth hesitation, Sejun finally closed his eyes and blurted it out.

“Don’t make it hurt.”

Dogyeong’s movements froze abruptly.

The bathroom fell into a silence for a while. Of course, during that time, Sejun’s face was red like a balloon.

Why so quiet? Why no response? Did he not get it? All sorts of thoughts raced through his mind, but there was no way he hadn’t understood. Unable to meet his eyes, Sejun couldn’t hold back his curiosity and lifted his head.

Dogyeong was covering his mouth with his hand. But the curved eyes and the smile spilling out from the edges were impossible to miss. This bastard?

“Don’t laugh!”

Sejun shouted in a surge of emotion, but naturally, his face, scarlet with embarrassment, wasn’t the least bit threatening. Dogyeong finally burst out laughing loudly, unable to hold it in.

“How am I supposed to not laugh? You’re all set to take it? You were talking big about topping before.”

“It’s just realistic thinking!”

Sejun had never once in his life imagined being on the receiving end until he got this damn main mission, which forced him to contemplate such positions. At first, he naturally had no intention of bottoming.

He’d planned to date women, thought of women when imagining anything steamy, and even now, after admitting he liked Dogyeong, he wasn’t particularly aroused by other men. So it was hard to picture himself bottoming.

But during the amusement park incident, he’d realized it bone-deep. In the end, he’d be the one bottoming.

If it was an unavoidable reality, his conclusion was at least to avoid seeing blood. He knew it sounded pretty ridiculous.

Watching Dogyeong burst into laughter, Sejun grew annoyed.

“If you don’t like it, then you bottom!”

“As if I’d dislike it. And that’s not my preference.”

“Whose preference is it then?!”

Sejun jumped in protest, but inwardly felt relieved. That sharp-eyed Cha Dogyeong hadn’t caught on to the fact that he’d secretly searched a ton out of fear of bleeding. Only the system knew that…

Wait, the system?

Sejun’s face turned pale in an instant.

After the amusement park incident, Sejun had writhed in embarrassment for a while. It was hard to even look in the system’s direction, even though he wasn’t physically manifested.

He had been with him constantly since awakening, watching everything he did, so it was weird to suddenly care now, but! And the system didn’t seem to mind at all! Even so, showing him a sex scene was embarrassing.

So Sejun had vowed to turn the system off next time before doing anything like this with Dogyeong, and he hurriedly tried to shut him down, when Dogyeong suddenly pulled off Sejun’s pants.

“Ah!”

The sudden coolness down below made the system and everything else evaporate from Sejun’s mind in an instant. The bathroom wasn’t even cold, but his lower half felt chilly.

Dogyeong didn’t care about Sejun’s shock and proceeded to pull down his underwear too.

“Hey, hey, wait…!”

Sejun yelped in alarm, but Dogyeong didn’t stop. He casually pushed aside the clothes that had dropped to the floor, forming a puddle, and slipped his hand under the hoodie Sejun had thrown on in haste when rushing out.

The cold fingertips touching his chest made Sejun shudder.

But soon enough, the hoodie was stripped off too. Sejun, turned stark naked without a moment to prepare mentally, didn’t know what to do with himself.