Mother Tape Chapter 12.1 - extra 1

Wisoo started sleeping more. Really, really, truly a lot more. Jaekwon always kept the house at a consistent temperature, and within that cozy warmth, Wisoo lived without even noticing the weather outside.

When it snowed, Jaekwon would wrap a scarf around him and bundle him up tightly in clothes, and as if that was not enough, he would hold Wisoo in his arms and waddle outside to walk together. He had to be especially careful because it would be a huge problem if he fell, and besides, the date of Wisoo’s hospitalization was just around the corner.

In the case of male omegas, the baby is usually delivered early through surgery at the 7-month mark, and the remaining months are spent in an incubator. It was said that if the omega had a large build and there was less strain on the internal organs, they could even go up to 8 months. In Wisoo’s case, because he had been through so much and had lost a drastic amount of weight in the early stages, he had been told to prepare his heart for the worst.

Of course, Jaekwon did not tell this story to Wisoo. He thought that although the baby’s survival rate would drop significantly if delivered at 6 months, with modern medicine, they could somehow make it through, and he could just inform Wisoo of the results afterward.

However, just as Wisoo quickly adapted to his newfound freedom, his health also recovered rapidly. He slept for so long that Jaekwon grew a little concerned, but when he woke up, he never missed a chance to eat when he could, and after passing the initial period of being quiet, he started chattering away again.

“……”

That was why Jaekwon felt particularly bored and particularly quiet whenever Wisoo fell asleep. An excessive silence was sometimes also an excessive noise.

Sitting next to the bed, he rested his chin on the mattress and poked Wisoo’s sleeping cheek. Even so, Wisoo did not wake up.

Half of him wanted Wisoo to wake up, and the other half wished for him to continue sleeping soundly like this. Jaekwon swallowed a sigh at his own childish actions.

“Not even an elementary schooler….”

The sharp jawline, which looked as if it had been carved by a sculptor’s knife, had become somewhat rounder after he finally gained some weight. Jaekwon gently stroked that subtly rounded line with the back of his fingers.

Perhaps that was more ticklish than being poked, as Wisoo furrowed his brow. Jaekwon withdrew his finger, but seeing him soon start to breathe evenly again, he quietly went and lay down next to him.

The 150 million won mattress supported even Jaekwon’s considerable build firmly without sinking, so it did not disturb Wisoo’s sleep. Jaekwon turned his body to the side, propped his head on his arm, and rubbed his face against Wisoo’s hair.

Just as the texture of their pubic hair was different, Wisoo’s hair was much softer than Jaekwon’s. It was as light as a dandelion seed. His hair had been cut haphazardly with the sole purpose of adjusting its length, so the ends were coarse, but that also added to Seon Wisoo’s charm in its own way. To Jaekwon, who possessed a keen eye for beauty despite appearances, there was no part of Seon Wisoo that did not seem beautiful.

“…What time is it?”

Wisoo mumbled.

On the day they set the surgery date for a month later, Wisoo’s doctor, who had newly become the vice director, advised that it would be good to start exposing him to pheromones little by little from now on.

The baby’s secondary gender could be roughly guessed a year after birth. And it would be confirmed through a test at the age of fourteen. They did not know if the baby would be a beta, an omega, or an alpha, but in the case of a beta, they are not affected by pheromones in the first place, so that was fine, and in the case of a different secondary gender like an omega or alpha, they could have a rejection response if not exposed to their parents’ pheromones beforehand, so the doctor’s advice meant that it was good to let the baby adapt gradually.

Thanks to this, there was no longer a need for injection marks on Jaekwon’s arms. The days of wearing mismatched character or colorful bandages that Wisoo put on him were over. And Wisoo became able to find Jaekwon by the faint pheromones he exuded even when there was no sign of him. Just like right now.

Jaekwon gently rubbed Wisoo’s eyebrows with his clean arm and answered.

“It’s 3:30. Do you want to sleep more?”

“No…. I want to get up. What if I can’t sleep at night.”

“You say that to get my hopes up, but you always pass out as soon as the sun sets.”

With nothing to say, Wisoo opened his eyes. His eyes were slightly swollen because he had eaten his fill of bungeoppang before bed.

“What if the baby is born with fish eyes because I ate so much bungeo.”

“You don’t believe in things like that.”

“That’s right. I don’t. And logically, it’s our baby, so how could it not be pretty. I was really pretty when I was young.”

Wisoo stared blankly at the high bridge of his nose, his dark eyebrows, and yet, upon closer look, his delicate eyes and elegant lip line, and muttered.

“You’re still pretty now….”

Jaekwon’s eyes widened slightly before he quickly smiled. This expression was something he had come to resemble from Wisoo. Now, traces of each other were beginning to show in them.

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Even though the tiled floor was warm enough to melt the chill all the way up to his shoulders just by touching his bare feet to it, Jaekwon always made him wear slippers. Wisoo, waiting for Jaekwon dressed in a shirt-style pajama, a thick gown, and even fluffy slippers, looked just like a well-rolled, white rice cake.

“I heard Hwang Gujo is coming over in the evening.”

“Gujo hyung?”

Wisoo’s face lit up. Jaekwon, who was chopping green onions with a knife with his back to him, twisted his lips as he answered.

“Yes. Hwang Gujo hyung.”

Wisoo, who had been briefly mired in melancholy, had brightened up a lot by the time Hwang Gujo returned from his vacation. Hwang Gujo, who had come back after finally conquering Hallasan Mountain in Jeju Island, brought a large armful of baked goods that could only be bought in Jeju. It had become the gathering of friends sharing sweet things that they had spoken of as a joke.

And Wisoo completely let his guard down at Hwang Gujo’s pleasantries. To the point where half the time he would call him Gujo hyung.

“By the way, Mr. Wisoo, you know I’m the same age as Hwang Gujo, right?”

“Yes. You two are friends.”

“Yeah. Good that you know. Make sure you remember that well.”

“That’s actually why I feel a bit weird calling him hyung…. Do you think Mr. Hwang Gujo would be offended if I called him uncle?”

Hwang Gujo might not be, but Jaekwon’s mood turned strange. The age gap, which made him uncle-like, suddenly hit him hard. A deep sigh rose from his solar plexus and scattered with a whoosh.

Jaekwon was thinking about his age difference with Wisoo when he ended up cutting his hand.

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“What happened to your hand? You’re hurt?”

Hwang Gujo, who had arrived carrying yellowtail and traditional soju, along with Korean beef that Wisoo could eat, asked.

Jaekwon, who took the soju and yellowtail from Hwang Gujo’s hands, retorted bluntly.

“Because of you.”

“Huh? Because of me? I just got here?”

“Stop letting Wisoo call you hyung.”

“Why. It’s cute. And that way, later on, I can say, say ‘uncle’ to the baby.”

“Uncle, my ass.”

“Will you make me the godfather?”

“You’re not even Catholic.”

“I can just cram for it.”

As Hwang Gujo smoothly took off his coat, his way of speaking also became more casual.

Jaekwon had incorporated all of Kwak Bonyoung’s assets and, while remaining the major shareholder, entrusted each company to a professional manager. He had no desire to work intensely. He did not feel the need to, and Kwak Jaekwon’s top priority was Seon Wisoo, and his own life with him.

Therefore, although Hwang Gujo was still Jaekwon’s secretary, it was not a major position anymore. Jaekwon had offered to give him a part of the business, and Hwang Gujo had asked for time to think about it, putting the decision on hold, so their relationship was more clearly that of friends than employer and employee.

And just as the two of them had definitely become more comfortable in private, the same went for their relationship with Wisoo.

“Aigoo, Seon Wisoo… ssi.”

When it was just the two of them, he would sometimes call him Wisoo, but right now, Seon Wisoo’s husband was glaring at him from the side, so he could not do that. Hwang Gujo glanced furtively at him and opened his arms towards Wisoo.

Wisoo approached slowly, as if his back was starting to ache and his body felt heavy from his organs being pushed aside. Still, his expression was bright.

“I was waiting for you!”

Jaekwon’s expression immediately turned sullen.

Hwang Gujo looked older than his age compared to Jaekwon. He argued that he just looked his age, but anyway, when he stood next to Wisoo, the thirteen-year age gap was starkly felt. Jaekwon wedged his arm between the two who were embracing each other and swallowed a bitter taste of frustration.

“Seeing as you brought alcohol, you must be planning to sleep over. Call for a designated driver.”

“Ah, why are you being so cheap. You have so many rooms.”

“They’re the baby’s rooms.”

“I know you have the baby’s room, the bedroom, the dressing room, the study, and even a separate annex!”

“Why? Is Mr. Hwang Gujo busy?”

Wisoo, oblivious to Jaekwon’s feelings, asked worriedly.

“Ah, Mr. Seon Wisoo, that’s not it. Right now, Kwak Jaekwon is….”

“Sleep over.”

Jaekwon cut Hwang Gujo off sharply as he was about to tell Wisoo that that bastard was jealous. Thirteen years…. The age gap felt particularly real, and he did not want to play the role of a man who acted his age and was jealous in front of him.

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Wisoo did not drink alcohol. It was not to his taste, and he was not in a condition to do so. Jaekwon secretly hoped that alcohol would never be to Wisoo’s taste. This was because he had heard the doctor’s opinion, worrying about Wisoo’s liver due to his long-term medication intake.

‘As of now, there are no issues, but the liver is an organ that dies quietly. As a doctor, my opinion is that it wouldn’t hurt to be careful, since he has been taking strong medication for a long time.’

“Want some shrimp? Is it okay to eat shrimp?”

The clams and shrimp that came with the yellowtail were grilled to a golden brown by Hwang Gujo’s hands. With all the living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows open, Wisoo was left inside while Hwang Gujo and Jaekwon stood side by side in the yard in front of the grill.

“It’s fine if it’s grilled.”

Jaekwon, who had erased the doctor’s opinion about something that had not even happened from his mind, peeled the shrimp shells with his gloved hands. Holding a glass of soju with ice in one hand and a plate full of shrimp and clams in the other, Jaekwon came and sat down next to Wisoo.

“Ah.”

His tone was indifferent, but affection dripped from the thoroughly peeled grilled shrimp. Wisoo, who had yet to find the appeal in fishy things, chewed carefully on the well-grilled shrimp that was even sprinkled with salt. He had no interest in the yellowtail sashimi.

“How is it?”

“It’s sweet.”

“You really like sweet things.”

With a small smile, Jaekwon next detached a scallop.

“It’s fresh and good, right? I got it from a captain I befriended in Jeju Island. He said you can’t even get this quality at the seafood market at the crack of dawn.”

“Yeah. It’s delicious.”

Jaekwon, who had not eaten anything himself except for the yellowtail sashimi, readily answered. Jaekwon’s hands were busy feeding Wisoo.

“I can eat on my own.”

However, as if the mouth that opened to say he could eat was an opportunity in itself, Jaekwon moved even more busily. It was because he was so happy just watching him eat anything, as it had not been long since Wisoo’s particularly long morning sickness had ended. It was Jaekwon’s greatest pleasure recently. Feeding Seon Wisoo.

“It’s good to see you eating well. But eat carefully so you don’t get an upset stomach. When did you say Mr. Wisoo’s surgery date was?”

“Two weeks from now.”

“Not much time left…. You haven’t decided on a fetal nickname yet, right?”

Asking with two weeks left was late, but since they were a couple who had always responded with ‘we haven’t decided yet, we still haven’t decided’ whenever he asked, Hwang Gujo asked in a resigned voice.

At that, Jaekwon raised a slanted eyebrow as he brought the glass to his lips.

“The baby is the baby, what else.”

He sometimes calls Mr. Seon Wisoo ‘baby’ too….

“Somehow you’re more interested than I am.”

“It’s my first nephew.”

Hwang Gujo grumbled and continued to ask.

“You don’t know the gender either. When are you going to decorate the room?”

“Ah. The room is all decided.”

“We’re going to do it in lavender. We were worried it would be too glaring if it was all white.”

This time, Wisoo also answered. As if he was the only one who was nervous, Kwak Jaekwon and Seon Wisoo were so calm.

“Oh my. I’m the one who’s nervous. Aren’t you scared, Mr. Wisoo?”

At Hwang Gujo’s words, Kwak Jaekwon shook his head and let out a small laugh.

“No. I’m not scared.”

Wisoo, with his mouth covered because of what Jaekwon had fed him in the meantime, mumbled his reply.

“Seon Wisoo is surprisingly fearless. It’s fascinating.”

“Yeah. I was the only one who was nervous, this person isn’t scared at all.”

“It feels very much like Seon Wisoo.”

And it was also fascinating how Kwak Jaekwon had met someone so much like himself.

Hwang Gujo placed some cuttlefish on the almost extinguished grill to cook it until golden brown, and this time, he opened a beer.

“Do you have to make me the godfather?”

“If it’s possible without baptism, do it. Godfather.”

“Alright.”

An excited Hwang Gujo bounced as if riding a rhythm and held out his glass. As Wisoo looked at the extended glass with a puzzled expression, Jaekwon clinked his own glass against it as if to teach him. Only then understanding what it meant, Wisoo lifted the glass of pineapple juice he was drinking.

The three people’s hands lightly touched and then separated.

It had been bitterly cold for the past few days, but today it was warm enough to have a seafood barbecue in the yard like this.

Everything was going smoothly.

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On a night one week before the surgery, Wisoo woke up with his eyes wide open.

He stared at the ceiling with bright, alert eyes before finally giving up and getting out of bed. Wearing Jaekwon’s t-shirt, he was rummaging in front of the freezer, so Wisoo did not even know that Jaekwon had followed him out.

Jaekwon, wearing only pajama pants, yawned and leaned against a pillar.

“What are you looking for?”

Wisoo, who looked pale under the freezer light, said, “Ah…” and apologized.

“Did I wake you?”

“No. That’s okay. Are you looking for ice cream?”

Jaekwon, who had come closer, took out a tub of ice cream he had bought in abundance for Wisoo, who was hooked on the cookie dough flavor. After skillfully peeling off the plastic with his eyes closed, Jaekwon even got a spoon and brought Wisoo over to sit on the sofa. After seating him between his legs and handing him the spoon, Wisoo began to gently scrape the surface of the ice cream and eat.

Jaekwon had his arm draped over the back of the sofa, his head propped on it with his eyes closed. Wisoo, who had been glancing at him, urged.

“If you’re sleepy, you can go back to bed.”

“No. It’s okay.”

Jaekwon yawned and opened his mouth to stop Wisoo from saying more. He wanted a bite too. So Wisoo diligently scooped up the still not fully melted, hard ice cream and put it in Jaekwon’s mouth. It was not to his taste. Although he ate sweet things well, ice cream was outside of Jaekwon’s preference.

“How is it?”

“It’s sweet. Mr. Seon Wisoo likes sweet things.”

“Lately, I like spicy things too.”

“As long as you eat well, that’s all that matters.”

Jaekwon unconsciously rubbed Wisoo’s stomach gently.

It was a stomach that was barely showing, to the point where it was hard to believe there was really a baby in there. It was said that first pregnancies were often like that, and male bodies showed even less. Imagining the incubator for the small baby that would be born, the image of a boat floating on a calm sea came to mind, and eventually, he began to doze off.

“Mr. Kwak Jaekwon.”

Wisoo, who had eaten his fill, woke up the dozing Jaekwon.

“I’m done eating.”

“Mm. Good job.”

Getting up from his seat, he took the ice cream and put it away. In the meantime, Wisoo went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Jaekwon followed him like a shadow, trapping Wisoo between the sink and his arms, and then squashed his large frame to nuzzle his cheek against Wisoo’s head.

“Mr. Kwak Jaekwon… you’re hard.”

“Yeah. It’s because I just woke up.”

Wisoo’s nape turned red at the heavy lump of flesh pressing distinctly against his back. The hand brushing his teeth started to move faster and faster. Jaekwon had his eyes closed as he was very sleepy, so he did not even notice that Wisoo was speeding up.

Wisoo, who hurriedly rinsed his mouth, looked at Jaekwon through the mirror, then bit his lip and pushed his hips back.

“Hmm…?”

Jaekwon’s eyes opened lazily. Wisoo avoided his gaze and pretended not to know. But their lower bodies were pressed tightly together.

Wisoo was in the age of going from twenty-two to twenty-three, and that number meant he was full of vigor. The same was true for Jaekwon. It was just that he had not aged for nothing compared to Wisoo and had cultivated self-control.

Even so, he was not such a block of wood as to maintain his sanity when the person he was crazy about was subtly grinding his pelvis against his dick.

“What do you think you’re doing right now?”

“……”

Even at Jaekwon’s sinister voice, Wisoo pretended not to know.

Jaekwon looked at Wisoo’s reddened nape as if he would bite it, then slammed his hips forward as if thrusting up.

“Ah…!”

Wisoo almost fell face-first into the sink. Jaekwon caught his upper body with his arm. And he naturally began to caress his nipple through the t-shirt with his hand.

Under Jaekwon’s persistent touch, Wisoo’s nipples had become a particularly sensitive spot. Even after non-penetrative sex was permitted, Jaekwon had not inserted himself, but that did not mean he had neglected Wisoo, who whined like a young beast just starting its heat. The week before last, he had tied Wisoo’s nipples with thread to make them red, hard, and ripe, then licked them persistently, making him ejaculate without even touching his dick or his rear.

As if the sensation from that time still remained in his memory, Wisoo twisted his body.

“My husband is too lewd, I’m worried.”

Jaekwon grumbled something like a post on an internet forum. Of course, it was a joke. Lewd and worried my ass, it’s fucking great.

“Oh, wouldn’t it be okay to put it in today?”

“Hmm. I don’t think so.”

Instead, Jaekwon pressed and rubbed his hips firmly enough that the sensation of quasi-penetration could be felt even through two layers of underwear. The head of his penis was peeking out over the waistband. Pre-cum soaked the space between Wisoo’s underwear waistband and the deep of his spine. Of course, it was an entirely intentional act.

“Ah, ah….”

“Here? You like it here?”

Jaekwon asked, gently rubbing Wisoo’s nipple. Wisoo closed his eyes with a tormented expression and nodded his head.

“You really like your nipples, anyway.”

“Ngh, ah, th-then, you don’t like it?”

“How could I not.”

Jaekwon bit the back of Wisoo’s t-shirt. Then he pulled down both his own underwear and his. Wisoo, who understood without a word, brought his feet together so his thighs touched. It was a sight so lewd it made one’s head spin.

“My back, my back… it feels empty….”

“I told you, no.”

Jaekwon mumbled, his words muffled because of the shirt in his mouth.

He pulled Wisoo slightly and opened the drawer under the sink. Inside, there was a storage compartment tailored to the depth of the drawer, where various types of imported condoms that fit Jaekwon, as well as finger cots, were neatly organized. Jaekwon took out a finger cot from among them and skillfully put it on his hand.

“Aah, ah….”

Jaekwon endlessly accepted Wisoo’s whining, but he was merciless when it came to things that were not allowed. Penetrative sex was one of them. Wisoo’s expression turned tearful when he saw it was a finger cot this time as well.

Still, with a stern expression, Jaekwon grabbed Wisoo’s buttocks and spread them. Perhaps because of the baby, the color of his nipples had darkened somewhat, and so had the hole below. His eyes narrowing, he took a rough breath and rubbed Wisoo’s entrance with his fingertips. In truth, it was so wet that the help of the condom gel was unnecessary. It was undeniably exposed under the bathroom light.

“Hah, ngh, ah….”

“Wait a minute.”

Jaekwon slapped Wisoo’s buttock with a smack. Wisoo’s back straightened with a jolt. Jaekwon fit his own thing between Wisoo’s thighs and bent his wrist to allow his index and middle fingers to enter the hole.

“Hah, hak… haah.”

A moan, high with anticipation, flowed from Wisoo. Jaekwon pressed down as if to spread Wisoo’s entrance and thrusted his hips up strongly. Wisoo pitched forward, leaning his body over as if lying on the sink.

He had to stand on his tiptoes due to their height difference. Jaekwon aimed so that his own thing and Wisoo’s genitals would interlock and began to move his hips.

“Go-good…. There…. Nngh.”

Wisoo whimpered. It was good, so very good, but it was not enough. The way his bottom twitched looked greedy. Jaekwon scrunched his face and smiled.

He only put his fingers in up to the second knuckle. He absolutely never put them in any further. Thanks to this, Wisoo had become responsive to any part of his inner walls rather than just the prostate, but still, the feeling of emptiness was unavoidable.

“Hnng…. Huk, ah, inside, just a little more….”

“I… told you no.”

“Please, sob, please….”

Rubbing the tips of his raised feet together, Wisoo began to plead, sniffling.

The inside also puckered, tightening around Jaekwon’s fingers. It had become quite narrow because he had only touched it with his fingers all this time. Jaekwon’s head also grew hot as he imagined burying his own thing inside here.

“Can’t we… just a little? Just until I cum once….”

And when Wisoo turned his head over his shoulder and begged with wet eyes, he finally ended up compromising.

“Uat!”

Wisoo shouted in surprise as Jaekwon’s arm was suddenly wedged under his armpit and his body was lifted. Jaekwon, holding Wisoo with one arm, opened the drawer again. Then he reached into the very back and took out a device he had never used before. It was hot pink and looked like a peeled quail egg.

“Wh-what is this….”

“I really didn’t want to use this.”

Jaekwon muttered and put it in his mouth. The hot pink cord that came out of the corner of his mouth was disturbingly obscene.

Their eyes met in the mirror. Jaekwon did not avoid Wisoo’s gaze and sucked on the vibrator with all his heart. Then he spat it out onto his palm and showed it to Wisoo.

“I won’t put it in too deep, and it’s only until you cum once.”

“…Tw-twice.”

“Are you kidding me.”

Jaekwon scoffed.

Then he set Wisoo down again.

“Hold on tight here.”

He made him grip the sink and then had him push his hips back. Wisoo’s entrance was clenched tight with tension. Wisoo was extremely nervous about the device whose purpose he did not know and which he had never seen before. And the tension further fueled his swelling arousal.

“Ah….”

The device, with a texture quite different from fingers, slowly pushed its way into Wisoo.

The tips of his toes stood up with a jolt. Jaekwon gauged the depth with his fingers as he inserted the vibrator, then tied the cord connected to the switch that came out to Wisoo’s thigh. Then he pressed his body against Wisoo’s again.

“Mr. Seon Wisoo needs to become a bit of a coward.”

“Ah, what did you put inside?”

“Something cute.”

Jaekwon answered shortly and flicked the switch on.

“……!”

Startled, Wisoo threw his chin up and gripped the sink.

The sound of vibration echoed through the bathroom of the quiet house in the dead of night.

“Ah, aah, ah!”

It was strange. And it was tantalizing. It felt like he was going to go crazy. Jaekwon’s fingers had precisely pressed the area around his prostate, but the device did not. It just vibrated his entire inner wall and relentlessly pounded the spot where Wisoo was particularly sensitive without any consideration.

“Ah, aah, wa-wait a minute. Ah, it’s strange. Wait…. This….”

“Why? You said you were ticklish.”

“Hauk!”

Jaekwon held Wisoo’s waist firmly and pressed it against his own hips. Then he moved his hand to the outside of Wisoo’s thigh and inserted his own thing between them.

The heavy, weighty lump of flesh moved wildly inside his thighs. The inside of his thighs became wet as if he had wet himself with the water he had secreted and Jaekwon’s pre-cum, and they grew hot. And inside….

“Wh-what do I do. Ah! Ah, no, just a little….”

Wisoo twisted his hips and then reached his hand back. He wanted to put this device that was torturously tantalizing without any control deeper inside.

But the hand he reached back was caught by Jaekwon. It was the same for his other hand. With both arms caught by Jaekwon, Wisoo was shaken roughly.

“Ah! Ah! Aah!”

Pfit, pfit, Wisoo’s thing wet the sink. Wisoo, without realizing it, wanted to cover it and leaned his body forward, rubbing against it. The semen he had ejaculated was smeared on his thigh.

“Did you come?”

“N-no. Ah, more…. Just a little more….”

“Our husband is such a lewd one.”

Jaekwon laughed wickedly and licked up Wisoo’s outstretched nape.

If he had his way, he would have lifted this body right up and pinned it with his groin spread open against the mirror. It was not as if Jaekwon did not have such desires. But he had no choice but to endure.

Because of Jaekwon’s penis, Wisoo’s thing, which had reached its peak, began to helplessly stand up again. Jaekwon’s coarse pubic hair scraped roughly against the soft skin of Wisoo’s perineum and under his testicles, as it always did.

“Hnngh…!”

And, something he could never tell anyone, Wisoo was aroused even by the rough sensation of that pubic hair.

“Ah, wa-wait….”

Wisoo’s expression in the mirror slackened helplessly in ecstasy. His unfocused eyes stared into the air before his face scrunched up as if he were about to cry. Then a warm liquid gushed onto Jaekwon’s dick. It was what Wisoo’s back entrance had spat out.

“It’s warm… like Mr. Seon Wisoo’s mouth. Hmm?”

Jaekwon chuckled and, with his hand, pushed the vibrator, which had been slightly pushed out along with it, deep back in.

This time, it was a depth that slightly passed the second knuckle. Wisoo could not even let out a moan and trembled, his legs stretched straight.

A squelching sound was made. It was to the point where foam was forming on the inside of his thighs.

“Hah….”

Jaekwon, nearing his own climax, closed his eyes and grimaced. Wisoo really liked the expression Jaekwon made when he was feeling it, so he barely gathered his wits and tried to look at him in the mirror.

Even amidst the shaking, Jaekwon’s expression that came into view was so excessively lewd that Wisoo’s reddened cheeks rounded as he smiled.

“Pretty….”

Wisoo muttered.

Jaekwon did not hear that and leaned Wisoo over the sink, spreading his buttocks.

The hot pink cord was sticking out, trembling gently. Spreading his buttocks as if to split them, he ejaculated a thick and copious amount of semen onto the wet, glistening entrance. The amount that came out in gushes was considerable.

“Nngh….”

Wisoo squirmed at the warm sensation that generously soaked up to his pelvis.

Jaekwon, who was watching that sight with dilated pupils, collected the liquid that dirtied the buttocks with his thumb and pushed it into Wisoo’s gaping entrance.

“Ah… aah….”

Wisoo’s body, which had become extremely sensitive due to two climaxes, flinched. Jaekwon tormented Wisoo’s entrance with just the one joint of his thumb, making squelching, popping, and plopping sounds.

Inside, the vibration had not yet died down, and at the entrance, Jaekwon’s hand pushed Wisoo even after he had ejaculated. Wisoo scratched at the ceramic sink and this time, without ejaculating, reached an internal climax, his thighs just shaking violently.

“…The end.”

Even though his own thing was still erect, Jaekwon stopped everything as he watched Wisoo’s trembling back.

When he grabbed the cord and pulled it slowly, the vibrator, whitened by the semen thickly smeared around the entrance, was pulled out. Because he pulled it out so slowly, the time it was caught at the entrance felt like an eternity.

“Hngh, ngh….”

When Wisoo shook his head weakly, Jaekwon pulled it out with a slick sound. Anything more would be excessive. He took off Wisoo’s t-shirt, sat him in the bathtub, turned on the warm water, and washed the vibrator in the water while also cleaning the sink.

Wisoo, who had learned that muscle aches could occur after having several intense climaxes, let his body relax completely in the warm water and looked at Jaekwon’s back. And then he continued to look at his waist, and his groin was so bulgingly swollen that it was visible even from a diagonal angle behind him.

“You’re still hard….”

“It’s okay.”

Having finished cleaning the sink, he took off his pants. He threw them into the laundry basket and got into the bathtub, settling in behind Wisoo.

“It’ll go down with time. It won’t fall off from being hard for too long, so don’t worry so much about Mr. Seon Wisoo’s thing.”

Jaekwon referred to his own dick as Wisoo’s. And since it was also true that he liked his thing, Wisoo had nothing to say.

Do you hate it if I’m too lewd?

He had asked this once. He could not stand the desire to constantly be in contact with Jaekwon, to a degree that was puzzling even to himself. But he had thought that if he said he hated it, he would try to endure it a bit… but Jaekwon had answered without a moment’s hesitation.

I like it so much because you’re so lewd.

He loved how he would say such honest things in an indifferent tone. Wisoo, feeling a renewed surge of affection like the bubbling water filling the tub, hugged Jaekwon’s arm.

Jaekwon looked at Wisoo’s body wrapped tightly around his arm, and then frowned as he felt a certain memory was about to surface.

There was definitely some memory…. He remembered seeing something similar to this.

Jaekwon, who had been pondering for a long time while pressing his temples, opened his eyes with an ‘ah’.

“A conception dream.”

“Pardon?”

“No, it seems like a conception dream. Or maybe it was just a dream.”

Jaekwon had many dreams during his rut. But they mostly disappeared without him remembering them. Even while he was suffering from the heat pains before Wisoo came, there must have been numerous dreams he could not remember, but strangely, there was one that came to mind clearly.

It was a very beautiful snake. It was yellow like a lemon candy, and even for Jaekwon, who had no fear of snakes but also no particular preference for them, there was a snake that made him think, it’s really pretty.

It was not on the bare ground but in a vast flower field, and the scenery was so unbelievably beautiful that Jaekwon ended up sitting next to the snake. Then that very beautiful snake slowly approached him, wrapped itself around his arm, came up, and then rested its head completely on his shoulder.

“A snake… appeared.”

However, while Jaekwon was good at efficient explanations, he was not good at rich descriptions.

Wisoo’s eyes, which had been full of anticipation at the words ‘conception dream,’ immediately drooped at the word ‘snake.’

“A snake…?”

“No, it was a really pretty snake. It was yellow and….”

“Wasn’t it an anaconda?”

“What are you going to do if it’s a real conception dream. The baby who’s listening will be disappointed.”

“I’m disappointed too. A snake, of all things.”

Wisoo seemed to have decided not to listen out of disappointment. He moved away from Jaekwon’s arm and sat with his back to him.

Jaekwon, at a loss for words, kept his mouth firmly shut, and then, before the water cooled, he got out side-by-side with Wisoo, dried himself, and headed to the bedroom.

Jaekwon shook Wisoo, who had started to doze off as soon as his head hit the pillow, and showed him his phone screen.

“Look. It says a snake dream is a good omen.”

Wisoo stared at Jaekwon. His expression said, ‘Since you, who doesn’t even believe in this stuff, are going this far, I’ll stop being disappointed for now.’ Jaekwon had nothing to say and kept his mouth firmly shut.

“I’m telling you, it was a really good dream.”

“Okay.”

“…Are you scared of snakes?”

“……”

“Aha.”

Jaekwon, finally understanding, chuckled.

“And what else? What else are you scared of?”

Jaekwon followed Wisoo, who was wriggling his way under the covers, got in, and hugged him like a spoon as he asked.

“Hurry. What else are you scared of?”

“…You know everything.”

For a moment, Jaekwon was inwardly nervous that the answer ‘teacher’ would come out again. But what Wisoo said next was completely different.

“You told me to be scared of Mr. Kwak Jaekwon.”

Wisoo shifted his body to turn over and face Jaekwon.

“I’m incredibly scared.”

“Are you?”

“You’re the scariest thing in the world.”

Wisoo does not hold onto negative emotions for long. That must have been Wisoo’s survival strategy. Watching Wisoo, who was now gently folding his eyes into a smile, Jaekwon let out a silent gasp as if he were seeing something brilliant, his lips slightly parted.

“You know I’m most scared of you, right?”

“I know.”

Jaekwon barely managed to answer.

“And I also know that when Mr. Seon Wisoo says he’s scared of me, it means he likes me.”

It’s strange. Without him even saying it, Jaekwon already knows everything. It was like he was performing magic. To Wisoo, Jaekwon was the Wizard of Oz, the White Rabbit, and a savior.

“Anyway, it was a pretty snake.”

And the world’s greatest stubborn person to boot.

Jaekwon burst out laughing at Wisoo’s back as he turned over again.

❖ ❖ ❖

Three days before the surgery, Jaekwon and Wisoo went through the admission procedures. He still hated hospitals, but thanks to Hwang Gujo and Jaekwon having decorated the hospital room to be as much like home as possible for Wisoo, the feeling of unfamiliarity was lessened.

In particular, Jaekwon, perhaps worried about the hospital’s distinctive smell, had generously sprayed his pheromones, which he had kept tightly sealed until now, all over the hospital room. Thanks to this, Wisoo felt not like he was in a hospital, but like he was being held in Jaekwon’s arms.

“Feels like I’m sending my youngest brother off to some scoundrel.”

Hwang Gujo whined, pretending to cry. Kwak Jaekwon, who was leaning against the station and writing down necessary items, let out a hollow laugh in disbelief.

“Is he your youngest brother?”

“I said it feels like it.”

Hwang Gujo had now stepped down from his position as Jaekwon’s secretary and was set to be appointed as the president of a newly established distribution line. Jaekwon was still the majority shareholder, but Jaekwon had declared that he would not be involved in the management at all.

Thus, Hwang Gujo, who was now completely just a friend, stood crookedly and pointed out Jaekwon’s memo.

“You look like someone who’s going to live here for a year. Why do you need so many things?”

“They’re not to have on hand, just things I’m writing down just in case.”

“Anyway, Kwak Jaekwon’s preparedness.”

“……”

“Are you nervous right now…?”

“Yeah.”

Jaekwon answered, scrunching his brow.

“I can’t even get food down.”

“What?!”

Hwang Gujo was startled, but soon he began to feel bloated himself, as if the tension had been transferred to him.

“Mr. Seon Wisoo too? I bet Mr. Wisoo is nervous now too.”

At those words, Jaekwon let out a sigh. A gentle smile soon followed.

“He’s eating yogurt right now.”

“Aha….”

“I guess he’s not nervous because he’s been through so much.”

That composure, on the contrary, made the person watching feel more upset.

It was the same for Hwang Gujo. His expression became somewhat somber.

“And he’s a little mad at me.”

Soon, Jaekwon’s smile turned mischievous.

Hwang Gujo followed closely behind Jaekwon, who handed over what needed to be handed over at the station and shoved the rest into his pocket as he headed to the hospital room, and asked.

“Mad? Why? You again…. Hey. Mr. Wisoo is not even a single body… did you do something perverted?”

“Something perverted…. Shit. And Wisoo likes it more.”

“You trash….”

“I didn’t. I said I didn’t.”

Jaekwon clicked his tongue.

“It’s just because I said I think I had a conception dream about a snake.”

After waking up, Jaekwon had tried to explain the dream he had in more detail. But he had no talent for it. It seemed Wisoo had imagined some kind of bewildering and incomprehensible jungle from Jaekwon’s explanation. He had been lukewarm about it, and Jaekwon, finding that cute and funny, ended up teasing him a little more.