“Hng, ah, Dohwa. Dohwa, st, stop… haa, ngh? You’re going to kill Oppa…”

Even in this state, the constant “Oppa, Oppa” was irritating, but Dohwa suppressed it with the power of love.

At that moment, Won noticed Dohwa let his guard down and quickly pushed himself upright.

Dohwa’s length, which had barely gone in past the tip, slipped right back out.

“Ah!”

Dohwa tried to grab Won in a panic, but he had already climbed off the bed.

“That felt good, though…”

Dohwa wanted to add, “Can we do more?”, but he held it back. Won had already tolerated enough of him acting however he wanted. If he said that too, he really might get hit.

Meanwhile, Won’s head was a mess of thoughts and realizations.

Thank god I stopped.

He let out a sigh of relief inwardly. It was a good thing it stopped immediately; otherwise, they might have actually gone all the way.

To think that getting poked in the back would feel good…

When Dohwa first messed around with his finger, it had just felt unfamiliar. At the time, he had just let him do it because Dohwa wanted to. More than that, he had been blinded by the stimulation in front.

But from the moment Dohwa’s fingers slipped inside, that unfamiliar sensation had gradually transformed into intense stimulation.

 In the end, he had reached a climax before Dohwa because of the stimulation from behind.

If Dohwa had actually pushed all the way inside him…A chill ran through him as he sharply turned to look at Dohwa.

Then he spoke to Dohwa, who was still erect and staring at his lower half with a half dazed expression.

“Sorry, but I really can’t do this after all. I guess guys are impossible for me. And I didn’t get to say this earlier, but I only date older people.”

“How can you say something so cruel…”

Dohwa murmured with a sorrowful face that it was too much. Regardless, Won turned away.

“Let’s wash up.”

“Huh? Together?”

“No? Separately. I’m going to wash up first, so Peachy, you go later.”

Answering firmly, Won walked toward the bathroom completely naked. Dohwa could only stare back with a vacant expression.

Left alone, Dohwa looked down at himself, still standing painfully hard.

What am I supposed to do about this…

Swallowing back tears, Dohwa recalled the way Won had leaned against him just a moment ago, letting out moans on top of him.

To put it bluntly, he was turned on.

Whether Won hated it or not, he wanted to hold him in his arms and have sex over and over again.

He wanted to fill Won’s inside with so much semen that his firm stomach would bulge, and then press down on that belly with his hand to watch the semen spill out.

Horrified by desires so shameless they bordered on ugly, Dohwa’s face burned red as he swallowed hard and reached downward.

He couldn’t exactly leave himself like this forever, so he’d have to take care of it himself at least.

***

While Dohwa was reflecting on his own desires, Won finished washing and stepped out of the bathroom, still naked.

Roughly pushing back his damp hair, Won yawned.

“You wash up too. You smell like semen.”

“I don’t mind it…”

“I do.”

“I’ll go wash.”

“Right, you should.”

Saying he had no intention of sleeping next to a man smelling of semen, Won tossed the thick outer blanket onto the floor.

Then he pulled a thin sheet over himself instead and closed his eyes.

Dohwa, who had been walking toward the bathroom shyly with downcast eyes at the mention of sleeping together, looked at Won with a bewildered expression.

“Wow, you really have no mood.”

“Oppa’s trying to sleep.”

“Hiek.”

After this somewhat foolish exchange, Dohwa scurried off to the bathroom.

Sensing that Won might be asleep by the time he came out, he hurried his shower. 

Wanting to talk to him even for a little bit, Dohwa finished as quickly as possible.

Coming out of the bathroom wearing only a loosely thrown on robe, he found Won leaning against the headboard, looking at his phone.

Dohwa trotted over and slid into the spot next to him, asking, “What are you doing?”

“Replying to nonsense.”

“Nonsense?”

“Yeah. Useless words.”

“Like what, for example?”

“‘Hyung, do you want to go on a blind date with us?’”

“Absolutely not!”

At Dohwa’s sudden shout, Won reflexively touched his ear.

His voice had been so loud and perfectly projected that for a second it felt like his eardrums had burst.

After confirming his hearing was intact, Won replied with a sour face.

“I already said no.”

“Good job. What about the next one?”

“‘I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Oppa, will you date me?’”

“That’s even more of a no!”

“Ah, you scared me. Peachy, Oppa’s hearing is still fine.”

“…Hmph.”

Letting out a timid huff, Dohwa looked at Won with anxious eyes.

Won scoffed at the giant ‘Please reject them’ written all over the small face and turned off his phone.

“I told you, I’m replying to nonsense. I’m not accepting them. Why would I accept kids who confess like this? If they want to confess, they should do it face to face.”

Slowly rolling his stiff neck from how tense it had gotten, Won muttered under his breath.

After casually tossing his powered off phone somewhere nearby, he lay back down on the bed.

“Done replying to today’s nonsense. Oppa is sleeping. Peach, you sleep too. There’s a lot to talk about tomorrow morning. Go to sleep quickly.”

The words muttered with eyes closed were strangely chilling.

Dohwa rubbed his arms for no reason and nodded instinctively, then answered aloud, thinking Won wouldn’t be able to see him with his eyes shut.

“Okayyy.”

Whether he had fallen asleep in the meantime or simply felt no need to respond, Won said nothing. He remained silent, letting out only the faintest sound of breathing.

Lying carefully beside him, Dohwa stared intently at that delicate and beautiful face.

No matter how many times he looked, he thought the same thing: Won looked like a doll. Not a porcelain doll, but a ball jointed doll.

The kind of doll made with the prettiest head, beautiful makeup, and an expensive wig. A doll crafted from beginning to end with its creator’s full devotion poured into it.

He wanted to say he was pretty, but he held it back. It might be different if a woman said it, but Won likely wouldn’t care for a man calling him pretty.

After staring at him for a long time, Dohwa eventually fell asleep facing Won’s side.

A little later, once Dohwa’s breathing settled into a steady rhythm, Won opened his eyes.

He looked at Dohwa, sleeping while turned toward him, with an unreadable expression.

“You even sleep like yourself.”

Both hands clasped together neatly against his chest as he breathed softly in his sleep.

“You’re not even a kid. What’s with the soft little breathing?”

Murmuring in a tone full of fascination, Won gently fixed Dohwa’s slightly messy hair.

His head hurt from a mix of the alcohol wearing off and various thoughts, but even then, that face was stunningly beautiful.

“If he were a girl, I’d really devour him.”

If Dohwa had heard that, he would have been delighted and devastated at the same time.

Watching Dohwa, who liked him to an abnormal degree, Won closed his eyes, turning his back to him.

“Ha, let’s just sleep…”

He felt like he was dying of sleepiness. Thinking it felt similar to when he stayed up for days because of assignments, Won slowly drifted off.

Usually, it’s hard to fall asleep without sleeping pills.

Perhaps it was because he could feel the warmth f the person lying right next to him. Won fell asleep far faster than usual.

***

Morning arrived, leaving nothing but a hangover and unpleasant pain after the alcohol had completely worn off.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Won let out a hollow laugh.

Ah… I’m fucked.

That was the first thought he had upon waking up in an unfamiliar bed.

Biting down on an unlit cigarette in a non smoking room was a desperate attempt to stabilize his mind and body.

Won blinked slowly, tracing back to the starting point of this situation.

He had liked the costume items released exclusively for offline meetings a bit too much, and after talking with guild members he hadn’t seen in a while, he had gotten too carried away.

Moreover, such a pretty kid clung to him, saying he’d even call him Oppa, so his reason had slipped a bit…

In conclusion, it was an accident caused by drinking.