World Chapter 12.2 - Vitamin C (Side Story 3 - END.)

“Haa……, mmng…….”

With his full weight pressing down through his entire body, his lips sank deeply into Hyunwoo’s, and a hot, wet tongue surged over into his mouth all at once. Without realizing it, Hyunwoo wrapped both arms around his neck and clung to Hanse.

They exchanged frantic, breathless kisses. His vision blurred whitish before his eyes. Hyunwoo tangled and sometimes clutched Hanse’s hair, rubbing and sucking at the sensitive mucous membranes, saliva dripping from the corners of his own mouth.

“Ah, aah, Hanse hyung…….”

It wasn’t just lewd, it felt as though he had become an entirely different person. Hyunwoo wrapped his arms around the back of this unfamiliar man and called his name in what sounded like a moan.

Hanse’s head moved past the lips, down to the cheek, to the neck, to the chest, where he sucked and swallowed a nipple. Bold hands roamed over Hyunwoo’s chest and waist, then gripped his buttocks firmly. He immediately pulled hard, as though about to crash his lower body right into him.

“Ah……!”

“Haa, haa.”

Hyunwoo’s eyes, which had been half-closed in surprise, flew wide open. He looked at him. Hanse was not in his right mind. Because he wasn’t in his right mind, he was casually doing and showing lewd things and lewd behavior that Hyunwoo had never seen from him in his life.

He rounded his waist, put his weight into it, and began rubbing his erect, heated flesh against him.

“What, what are you, hyung, what are you doing…….”

Euu……, it’s awful. It’s disgusting. The way he was so blatantly grinding and rubbing below, twisting his hips wildly, it literally looked like a beast in heat.

“Hanse hyung, hyuuung……!”

“Hnng……, eu……, haa.”

With his eyes completely unfocused, he roughly yanked down Hyunwoo’s pants and, pressing their sticky, moisture-slicked flesh tightly together, began moving his hips as though thrusting inside right then and there.

“Why are you like this……, it’s so gross. Stop. Aah…….”

It was disgusting, it was shameful……, and yet it also felt good…….

Aah, I don’t know anymore. Hyunwoo wrapped his arms around Hanse’s neck and buried his forehead against his shoulder. Letting himself be swept along by whatever Hanse did, he simply pressed their bodies together and panted weakly. His whole body had grown that hot, and sticky sweat broke out all over him.

“Aah, I, I……, I think I’m gonna come.”

Hyunwoo muttered to the man who wasn’t even listening, and moved his hips along with him. They rubbed so intensely it almost hurt, and their breathing grew louder and louder.

“Haa, haa……, ahng.”

“Hyung, hyung……, Hanse hyung, aah, ah……!”

Hanse’s lower back twitched violently, and the knuckles of Hyunwoo’s hands, clutching his flesh as though trying to tear into it, stiffened. Hyunwoo dug his nails in as if he wanted to pierce right through Hanse’s skin.

“Aah…….”

The liquid that spurted out during climax splashed onto both of their bodies.

“Hnng, ngh…….”

Hyunwoo lifted the head he had been leaning deeply against him. With dazed, faraway eyes, he met Hanse’s gaze.

Hanse, who had been breathing raggedly and moaning as though in pain, suddenly blinked as if asking what on earth was going on, and their eyes locked anew.

“……Huh?”

“What……, what are you doing?”

“Huh?”

“What did you just do to me……, what the hell is this, aren’t you worried about catching my cold?!”

The man who had just been rubbing and writhing his entire body against him like a beast in heat abruptly sat up in a panic, tried to pull away and sit apart, then thudded heavily onto the floor beneath the sofa.

“Euu……!”

His black briefs had been yanked down far enough to expose his pubic bone, and the erect penis rising amid the thick bush was thoroughly soaked with sticky fluid.

Hyunwoo dazedly yanked the blanket up to cover his naked body, sat up, and looked down at him where he had fallen.

“You okay?”

“Agh……, my back. What the hell are you doing to a sick person…….”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t I tell you not to come within three meters because you’d catch my cold?”

Back to his usual self, he furrowed his brow seriously and, while pulling his briefs back up properly with an incredulous expression, scolded him. Hanse quickly gathered the scattered clothes from around and under the sofa and hurriedly put them on.

“Hey Hyunwoo.”

“Yeah……?”

“Since when were you this lewd?”

“Huh?”

“You sneak secret kisses on a sick person, then lie next to him and do stuff like that……, haa, I told you to be careful because you’d catch my cold, what the hell is this?”

Sitting cross-legged on the floor like the older one, like Hyunwoo’s guardian, he began lecturing him solemnly.

Hyunwoo pulled the bedding up to the tip of his nose, half-covering his face, and simply stared at him without offering any explanation or excuse.

“Get up. Go to your room right now.”

“…….”

“Right now. You’ll catch my cold. Hyung wants to sleep, so stop doing that stuff, go to your room, and reflect.”

“……No.”

“What?”

“I said no. I wanna stay here.”

“Are you serious? Hey, you punk. So you’re the kind of kid who likes doing lewd things like this? You actually want to do that to a sick person?”

“Yeah.”

“Haa.”

“I do. I want to do it to a sick person.”

Recalling the thick movements of that tongue that had entered his mouth and sucked his own tongue and flesh as though swallowing them, and those hot lips, Hyunwoo buried his face in the bedding and mumbled.

Hanse stared at Hyunwoo with an utterly dumbfounded, incredulous expression.

“Hyung feels nice and warm.”

“What?”

“When I touch you, it’s like a nice warm heater.”

“……Stop with the nonsense seduction and get up while I’m asking nicely. I can’t stand seeing you sick, so go to your room right now. And don’t come near me.”

Hanse quietly suppressed whatever was rising in him and spoke seriously, earnestly. This was now a warning to listen.

“But earlier I swallowed hyung’s saliva. I already ate your germs.”

“Hey, you punk.”

“……Yeah.”

“You, you punk, seriously. Haa.”

He swept his hair back roughly as though he were going crazy and glared at Hyunwoo. The eyes peeking out from inside the bedding, blinking at him, were clear and transparent.

Hyunwoo was dumbfounded. When he had been seducing him with his whole body earlier, Hanse apparently had zero awareness, now he was the one looking completely floored, letting out long sighs of “haa,” “seriously,” “wow,” “in all my years I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Hyunwoo slightly lifted the bedding and patted-patted the empty space Hanse had left, as though gently tapping his aching chest.

“Huh, wow. Haa. Look at this little seducer.”

This is ridiculous, ridiculous. Unbelievable, seriously. Muttering like that, Hanse stealthily stood up and slipped inside the bedding that Hyunwoo had lifted. The blanket covering both of their bodies wriggled.

∞ ∞ ∞

A burning thirst surged up as though his throat were on fire. Hanse lifted his heavy eyelids.

After pulling several all-nighters while already lightly coming down with a seasonal cold, he had finally spiked a high fever yesterday and couldn’t sit in the office any longer. Hanse had ended up leaving work early. It was the first time since joining the company.

To Hyunwoo, who was fussing that he needed to go to the emergency room or the hospital, Hanse forced a smile and said he was fine, then, following his personal remedy for when he caught a bad cold, shoved a massive dose of vitamin C into his mouth.

Even as he reassured Hyunwoo—who was worried about whether he should go to the hospital—that a cold of this level was nothing, and isolated himself by saying he would sleep on the sofa because he might pass it on, why was Hyunwoo lying on the sofa with him, resting on his arm?

With a bewildered look, he gazes at the back of Hyunwoo’s head as he lies beside him.

The events of last night came back to him faintly.

His sick body had been boiling with fever as if it were burning up, and he remembered clinging to Hyunwoo’s naked body all night long, only collapsing in exhaustion around dawn.

He couldn’t remember how it started or who began it. However, the ecstatic sensation of Hyunwoo’s body heat seeping into him as he fumbled and touched him last night remained vivid.

“Ah…”

Nothing would be more painful than Hyunwoo getting sick because of him.

Hanse let out a deep sigh.

Still, after taking a ton of vitamins and sweating it out last night, the sickly feeling had completely vanished, and his body felt refreshed. It seemed he had shaken off the body aches and the cold.

Hyunwoo, who had woken up early, had placed tangerines on the sofa table and was peeling and eating them while lying under the covers, resting on Hanse’s arm and watching television.

At the sound of Hanse’s sigh, Hyunwoo looked back at him, munching on a tangerine in his mouth.

“Are you awake now?”

“…What on earth is going on? Why are you lying next to me. Hyung must have clearly warned you yesterday not to come within a three-meter radius.”

Without even pretending to listen to Hanse’s pathetic lecture, Hyunwoo asked.

“Are you okay? Do you feel all better?”

“What about you? Didn’t you catch a cold because of me? I’m fine, though. The vitamins definitely work.”

“Still, how can a somewhat educated person have such blind faith in such inaccurate folk remedies?”

“The effect is certain. Look at this. I don’t have a fever at all, right?”

Hanse takes Hyunwoo’s hand and makes him place it on his forehead. Hyunwoo swept his palm over various parts of his face. The fever had subsided, and his expression was gentle and peaceful.

“You sweated so much yesterday that if the fever had gone up any more, you would have had to go to the emergency room.”

The sticky sweat had evaporated, and inside the blankets on the narrow sofa, their skin was dry from each other’s body heat, making the friction feel soft. Hanse liked the sensation and kept rubbing his legs against Hyunwoo’s.

“Want a tangerine?”

“I’m so glad today is a holiday.”

He didn’t want to get up even if he were beaten to death. The morning spent lying down while hugging Hyunwoo, the languor of the soft flesh, made him sink into a state of lethargy.

Brushing back Hyunwoo’s dry, fine hair, Hanse rejected the tangerine touching his lips with a shake of his head. The tangerine that had touched Hanse’s lips went right into Hyunwoo’s mouth.

Hyunwoo, lying sideways on his arm, turned his gaze back to the television.

While Hanse was blankly hugging him and looking up at the ceiling, Hyunwoo made a sound of recognition, saying, “Huh?”

“Why?”

Hanse looked at the back of Hyunwoo’s head.

“Isn’t that the prosecutor who fought with hyung before? A long, long time ago, that prosecutor who asked hyung if he had a brain in his head.”

“What?”

He couldn’t even remember how long ago that story was, but he didn’t like the content, so he furrowed his brows and sat halfway up to stare at the screen.

The person appearing on the news screen was Hyunwoojin. He had become a secretary in the Office of the Senior Secretary for Civil Affairs. It was nonsense. The world was going crazy. Everyone was out of their minds. It was full of crazy people. This was also the reason why he couldn’t quit being a prosecutor.

“Unpleasant jerk.”

Hanse frowned deeply and searched for the remote control, switching the channel with a rough hand. The screen changed, and a famous mountain in Korea covered in thick fog was introduced.

“Whhyyy.”

Hyunwoo looked back at him in protest, asking why he was changing the channel when he was watching it well.

“He’s unpleasant from the break of dawn.”

“That was the prosecutor, right? Is he not a prosecutor anymore?”

“That piece of trash, that thing… I was happy because I thought I didn’t have to see that bastard’s face anymore. Of all places, the Blue House. Sigh. Are there only idiots in the Blue House? How could that human trash… go there. Sigh.”

An irritated sigh pulled up from deep within his stomach flowed heavily through his lips.

“Why do you keep calling him trash. He looks like a good person.”

“…”

Hanse, who had been pushing up his upper body with his elbows and sighing repeatedly, looked down at Hyunwoo with horrified eyes.

“He looks like a good person? That? That human trash?”

“Yeah. He looks kind.”

“Hyunwoo-ya.”

“Yeah.”

“You even thought a ghost was a person.”

Hanse became serious.

The worry and concern over how this kid has such a poor eye for people rose to his expression like a dark shadow.

Hyunwoo was the one who didn’t even know a ghost was a ghost and was dragged around for months by substanceless phantoms. The problem was that he was so pure that he accepted things exactly as they appeared without any suspicion. And even though several years had passed, that nature remained the same, causing Hanse’s worry and anxiety for Hyunwoo to surge.

At his words, Hyunwoo made a “ugh” sound and couldn’t make any rebuttal, only rolling his eyes awkwardly.

“Don’t trust your eyes. Reject the judgment of your eyes. Think the exact opposite, no matter what.”

“…Hyung also looks like a good person to my eyes, though.”

“That’s the only thing that’s accurate. As for the rest, never believe things as they appear. Got it?”

Hyunwoo nodded his head, saying he understood.

Hanse hugged Hyunwoo and patted his back, and his butt too, just like one would do to a baby.

“It’s a worry. Our Hyunwoo, what should I do when your eye for people is so terrible.”

“…It’s not quite that bad.”

“What should I do with our Hyunwoo, who can’t even distinguish between human trash and ghosts. Sigh, just trust hyung. Stick right by me. Okay?”

“I am doing that.”

“More diligently. More enthusiastically.”

At Hanse’s words, Hyunwoo burst into a chuckle.

It was just as he said. Hanse is reliable and trustworthy. He is a person who is thankful and someone to lean on. Furthermore, he was a lover who was lovely and even evoked hot passion.

Hyunwoo carefully lifted his eyes and slowly moved them from his chin to his cheeks to his pupils. He meets Hanse’s eyes.

“Yes. More diligently, more enthusiastically, more, more, I’ll like you even more.”

“Right, that’s exactly it.”

Hanse’s lips, now clear of the body aches, wore a satisfied smile as he snatched Hyunwoo into a tight hug.

The chilly air of a lazy winter morning wavered outside the window, and the bedding covering them wriggled and moved as they entered overtime.