Thunk, thunk, thunkthunkthunkthunk-!

“Honestly, even though I was curious what you tasted like all this time, I thought Hyeon Jinhoo, who was fucking men, was the one with a bullet in his head up until that time.”

“Hng…. Unngh…. Uuuhngh!”

“But now, look here.”

– So, that means it’s right to get more turned on?

The hideous Hyeon Jinhoo, who had been acting and mixing in moans even though he wasn’t the one doing the fucking, asked a question right near my face. Soon, my face, which was nodding with my head down, filled the screen.

As soon as I nodded, the white naked body fucking me turned rougher and intensified its thrusting. He seemed to be more aroused by my honest answer, that I was getting more excited without even realizing I was having sex with him.

– Ah!

“Ahng!”

“You were really pretty then. I understood in an instant why that guy couldn’t let you go even though he’s not even gay.”

Puk, puk, puk-.

“Ahhung!”

“Haw…. Good.”

Park Gyuseok’s piston-like thrusts proceeded at a pace similar to the one in the video. Since the two people having sex in the video were the same people as here, he was basically re-enacting it faithfully while recalling that time.

As I confirmed the reality of that day captured in the video, tears of despair gathered in my eyes. In contrast, Park Gyuseok, who was busily pounding his cock from behind, was losing his mind in an excited body movement as if reminiscing about that day. Two completely different reactions blooming from the same video.

The video ended with Park Gyuseok ejaculating onto my back, and then it seemed the second round of sex was skipped and not filmed. But I remember clearly. In the sex that happened right after, the cloth covering my eyes was not removed either, and as far as I remember, the cock shoved into my body felt exactly the same in both rounds. Probably, that day ended with only Park Gyuseok having sex with me. Hyeon Jinhoo had only been filming this damned video.

Five seconds later than the climax timing in the video, Park Gyuseok shot out his semen. Unlike the video where he came onto my back, he kept his cock buried deep and sprayed hot liquid inside my body like a water gun.

After cumming, he stayed inserted for a long time, then lay down on top of my back as if he was going to cover my whole body and bit my ear while shoving his tongue in without restraint. An unwanted afterplay.

Chuup, chuup.

The wet sensation and provocative sounds rang sharply in my ear. I erased that video, which had stopped playing, with trembling hands while sucking on my ear. I kept moving my finger and went into the deleted items to completely empty the file.

At some point, it seems I had been crying all along. Tears that had been falling since earlier dangled from my chin, and Park Gyuseok, while caressing my ear, stuck out his tongue and licked the stream of tears. My left cheek, which had been covered in tears, became covered in Park Gyuseok’s saliva.

Maybe he was in a pretty good mood today, because he was unusually active in the after-sex cleanup, washing my body and even taking the initiative to remove the topper cover and wash it himself. Even after finishing everything, he had no intention of leaving and instead lay on the mattress with the cover removed, gazing at me quietly.

It looked like he planned to sleep here. To me, who had my knees drawn up and was looking down, he tapped the spot beside him as if telling me to come lie down next to him.

“You hate Hyeon Jinhoo now, right?”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“It’s better to be fucked by only me than by the two of us. I’ll shake Jinhoo off.”

“…….”

“All the files are in my phone. And now you don’t even like that guy anymore. Besides, if Hyeon Jinhoo gets caught by Chorong, he’s fucked. So now he has to watch our faces instead. Why would you keep getting dragged around by him and let him do this to you?”

He was right. I thought the same thing too. But…. I couldn’t confirm whether Hyeon Jinhoo’s claims that he had something on me too were just bluffing or the truth.

“Are you sure there’s really no video with that hyung?”

“I’m sure.”

I still shot him a gaze full of distrust. Park Gyuseok and Hyeon Jinhoo were the same kind of untrustworthy bastards, so it seemed pointless to choose whose words to believe.

Since I didn’t move, Park Gyuseok reached out and pulled me down beside him. Was he planning to fall asleep like this? Like a friendly couple…. I couldn’t understand the structure of that brain, so I turned my head and looked at him. His sharp side profile had its eyes closed as if preparing for sleep. In that state, he muttered.

“Let’s date. Then I’ll get rid of Hyeon Jinhoo for you.”

“…….”

I couldn’t answer Park Gyuseok’s words at all. As he said, it would be better to suffer under one demon than two, but the situation I was in wasn’t that simple. I couldn’t easily agree with his idea of suddenly turning a relationship built on coercion and blackmail into something called “dating.” As before, I avoided answering and curled my body up as much as possible, turning my back to Park Gyuseok as I lay there.

“I made this proposal so many times and every time you came out like this, huh? This was the last chance. Are you sure you won’t regret it?”

Park Gyuseok clicked his tongue and, rather, scolded me as if I were foolish. He said that if I was going to keep opening my body anyway while being blackmailed, I was stubbornly refusing a better and more comfortable way to go about it. On top of that, he sneered at me, asking if I still had lingering feelings for Hyeon Jinhoo.

Listening to Park Gyuseok’s absurdly cruel reply, I wanted to cover my ears. My real feelings were simply that I didn’t want to be complicit in any of this, in their deceptive behavior of tricking me into having sex while hiding the identity of the partner, or in the threat of spreading the video.

If there had ever been a time in my life when I had been an unashamed accomplice, it was only when I dated Hyeon Jinhoo and deceived his girlfriend. I have no intention, not even a little, of being tied up as a criminal accomplice or collaborator in this kind of behavior.

The next day, when I woke up, Park Gyuseok had apparently left early, and I was lying there all by myself. It was a peaceful morning that had come after a long time, but this comfort was sure to break within a few hours. Because either Park Gyuseok or Hyeon Jinhoo would come again and start sexual exploitation.

“I can’t live here anymore….”

If you can’t live here, then what are you going to do? Do you even have a way out? And you haven’t even deleted all the videos? It felt like a cruel voice mocking my fate was echoing in my ear. There really was no path in sight. Even if I moved, there was no plan to shake them off safely, and besides, I didn’t even have the money to move right away.

Ah, come to think of it, I also just quit the cafe yesterday…. I need to look for another part-time job soon. My stomach was terribly hungry, but when I thought about money, even eating breakfast now felt like a luxury.

Buzz-

[Dooyoon, are you busy?]

While I was urgently searching part-time job apps and tutoring matching sites, a message suddenly flew in. Just as I was about to tap around the top of my phone screen, the message notification at the top was pressed instead, and the message window with Sungmin hyung popped open all at once. For days now I had been avoiding replying and not even showing that I had read the messages hyung sent me, and now I had accidentally opened it!

‘What should I do?’

It had been so long that I had practically ignored his contact, so I felt sorry and embarrassed. Since the message window was open anyway, I thought it would be better to apologize to hyung now. My hand hovering over the screen wrote and erased replies that sounded like excuses, saying I had been busy and had no time.

Buzzzzz-

[Oh Sungmin]

Then Sungmin hyung suddenly called me. Startled, I stared silently at the screen, and in the end, I pressed the call button.

“H, hello?”

– Is it okay to talk?

Hyung’s voice carried no annoyance or hurt at all. Someone at hyung’s level probably hadn’t experienced having their calls ignored like this before, and I was very grateful for his generous consideration in letting it pass.

“I’m sorry…. I’ve been so out of it that I couldn’t reply.”

– It’s okay. If you’re busy, that can happen. You don’t need to feel burdened by my messages.

“Yes….”

– But now that break has started, what have you been up to?

Hyung opened the conversation with warm, everyday small talk, the kind you would have with a close hoobae. I don’t know why tears were falling as I listened to his voice. Afraid that my ruined mental state might be exposed, I had been avoiding contact with my parents too, unable to reach out often lately, and yet I kept receiving comfort from Sungmin hyung, whom I hadn’t expected.

– If you don’t have anything scheduled today, want to meet for a bit? I happen to be near your villa, so I’ll buy you brunch.

There was nothing else to think about. Rubbing my tear soaked face, I said I would wash up and asked him to wait thirty minutes.

Sungmin hyung had me in the passenger seat and was driving somewhere far away. Looking at the time and distance on the navigation, it seemed like we were going to the outskirts of Gyeonggi, not Seoul. I was hungry, but if we were going to drive along a gorgeous scenic route and eat at a quiet, stylish place, then it was worth the wait. I desperately needed a change of pace.

The view of Sungmin hyung from the side looked even more like a celebrity today. His side profile, with his left arm resting on the open window and one hand on the steering wheel, was incredibly beautiful, with even his hair fluttering in the summer wind adding to the refreshing atmosphere.

If someone filmed him with a camera right now, you could easily believe it was a magazine pictorial with a cheesy title like, “A Young Master Resembling the Fresh Early Summer, Oh Sungmin.” The cream colored thin shirt that let sunlight pass through only enhanced his clean and refreshing vibe.

Then hyung turned his head and faced me. It felt like I had been caught sneaking a glance, and the moment our eyes met, my face burned hot and I got flustered. But hyung, so as not to embarrass me, folded the corners of his eyes into a crescent and smiled before turning back to driving. Maybe it was stronger because I’m gay, but somehow his smile, the kind that charms people, felt like it would work on any gender.

The place we arrived at was a gallery cafe and restaurant. The permanently displayed sculptural works gave a unique character to the interior here and there in the restaurant. The high ceiling and large open windows that greeted me the moment we entered gave a sense of spacious freedom, and the savory scent of coffee roasting naturally whetted my appetite.