Formless Chapter 12

Gangwoo only came when Heewoon was having so much trouble breathing that he really felt like he would stop. Gangwoo rubbed his thumb over the semen seeping out of the rose-red hole, spreading it.

“I don’t know how I endured this for a week.”

His roughened voice was gruesome. Without a care for Heewoon, who was trembling with his eyes squeezed shut, Gangwoo bit his shoulder blade. He persistently tormented the same spot, creating a red mark, and then leisurely straightened his back.

“Shall we see how much you cried.”

A warm hand grabbed Heewoon’s stiffly frozen arm and pulled him up. Looking at the face that was sure to be a mess from tears, Seo Gangwoo smiled with satisfaction.

“Ah. Seeing your face got me hard again.”

Gangwoo smiled playfully and rubbed his erect penis against his thigh. Heewoon wiped away his tears and swallowed. He felt sick to his stomach. It was probably natural since he had had an uncomfortable meal and his insides had been thoroughly churned.

“I… I feel… sick.”

“Are you playing coy again now?”

“No. I really feel… Urp—.”

Heewoon was speaking when he clamped a hand over his mouth at the sudden surge of nausea. After a few dry heaves, Gangwoo frowned and let go of his waist. Heewoon staggered and ran to the bathroom. His legs gave out, and he almost fell several times.

He threw the door open and urgently lifted the toilet lid. As soon as he lowered his head, the food came back up. He threw up for a long time before he could finally, barely, get up.

He rinsed his mouth at the sink and lifted his head, and his eyes were bloodshot. His hand trembled minutely as he washed his face, which was damp with tears.

3.

Contrary to Heewoon’s wishes, Seo Gangwoo called Heewoon out on the weekend as well. They had sex and ate meals together.

In just a few days, Heewoon had lost 3 kilograms. On top of throwing up lunch with Seo Gangwoo every single time, when Seo Gangwoo called him out in the evening, he would flail in terror while taking his penis with his ass. After his part-time job ended at dawn, he would study for exams and do assignments, and since he only got about 3 to 4 hours of sleep before waking up, it was inevitable that he would lose weight.

“I’m feeding you well, so why are you losing more weight.”

Thrust, thrust. Thrusting from behind, Gangwoo fiddled with the vertebrae protruding along Heewoon’s spine.

“Heut…”

“It’s because you work so, many, part-time jobs, isn’t it. Hooo…”

What time did you sleep yesterday? Gangwoo asked, his body layered over Heewoon’s back, his lips to his ear.

“5 o’clock, Aack… Ah, it hurts.”

“Where does it hurt. Here?”

Gangwoo took hold of the penis dangling from his flat lower abdomen. Yesterday, a sudden curiosity had arisen, and he had touched his cock, discovering an unexpected pleasure. The way Woo Heewoon, startled with wide, rabbit-like eyes, awkwardly pushed his hand away had a certain way of arousing him.

“Hnngh…”

“When I’m fucking your ass, you just tremble. Does it feel good when I touch your cock?”

“N-No… Hnngh…”

Stimulating his penis did lessen the pain, but he hated that for what it was. He was scared that he might get used to taking a penis with his ass.

Gangwoo bit the nape of Heewoon’s neck hard enough to make a crunch sound and came inside him. Gangwoo, who had been planting little kisses on Heewoon’s limp nape, showed signs of moving again.

“Gangwoo. I have to go now.”

“Go where.”

Gangwoo licked a long stripe over the red mark left on his neck. Letting out a faint moan and shrinking his shoulders, Heewoon turned his head.

“Please, Gangwoo…”

Heewoon grabbed Gangwoo’s fingertips and met his eyes.

“Can you do better tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I’ll do better.”

After being at a loss for what to do with Gangwoo’s petulant words—asking how he would do better, and if he knew how many times he had said he would do better—he was finally released.

In the bathroom of Gangwoo’s house, he took out the semen held inside him, brushed his teeth, and then came out. After calling a taxi, a sigh escaped him. Because he kept coming to Seo Gangwoo’s house, the taxi fare was adding up. At least he didn’t have to pay for lunch, but at this rate, it seemed like it would be difficult to get through the month with the money he had left.

He took a taxi, got off at a nearby bus stop, and dozed off on the way to the student’s house. Because he almost missed his stop, he got off in a hurry, and he fell once from running distractedly.

“Teacher. Stop eating so much.”

He felt empty inside because he had thrown up dinner today as well. When he snacked on a few of the individually wrapped cookies on the tray, the student scowled.

“Ahem. Did you solve them all?”

“Yes. But Teacher.”

“Huh?”

The pupils inside the round glasses stared straight at Heewoon. The student spun the mechanical pencil in his hand once, sighed, and said.

“Aren’t you being too half-hearted lately? I kept going because even though your pronunciation is bad, you were working hard, but lately you’ve been a bit, off. You arrive right on time for class to start. Are you even making the midterm prep problems?”

Heewoon stared blankly at the gold glasses frames that glinted in the fluorescent light.

“I haven’t told my mom yet, but please pay a little more attention. You should be concerned about my midterms, not your midterms.”

How old was this kid again? 16?

“And if you can, please have some dinner before you come.”

The youthful face looked at the small wrappers in front of Heewoon as if fed up. Heewoon answered belatedly.

Okay. I’m sorry. I’ll pay more attention.

He didn’t take a nap on the bus back home that day. He stared blankly out the window before taking out his phone. The phone, which had been off its 3-year contract for a while, still didn’t have any major problems.

He went into his schedule, confirmed that he had an assignment due by tomorrow, and looked at the clock. 1:14 AM. I’ve done more than half, so I should be able to sleep by 3 today.

Since I have a 9 o’clock class, I should wake up at 7, wash up, and leave right away. I’ll study a bit for my major exam while walking. The exam is next Monday, so I still have time to study. And then at lunch, I’ll eat with Seo Gangwoo, and in the evening, we’ll have sex. I’ll prepare for my lesson on the bus, teach with more care, and when I’m done, I’ll do my assignment…

Pshhhh, the bus stopped with the sound of air being released. It had been caught by a traffic light. The Han River could be seen out the window. The boundary between the black sky and the black river was faint.

Until the bus started moving again and buildings blocked the Han River, Heewoon’s eyes followed that faint boundary.

🧸

“Ah, I’m seriously fucking sorry. I’ve got some family stuff piling up right now so I don’t have time. I’ll really take responsibility and do a good job on the presentation.”

Lee Hyukjin was blatantly avoiding Heewoon. He would sit far away during class and leave right after it ended, but just now, he had happened to run into him in front of the lockers and had struck up a conversation.

Surprisingly, Seo Gangwoo had made the PowerPoint really well, which had lessened Heewoon’s burden, but if he messed up the presentation, it would all be for nothing. It was a presentation as important as an exam, and if his score was low, it would be difficult to get an A+, which meant he wouldn’t be able to get a scholarship. And he had already missed some of his other classes once, so he was focusing even more on studying for exams and doing assignments.

“You can’t present well if you don’t know the content. The professor might ask questions, too.”

“Just send me the materials you used.”

Huh? Hyukjin rubbed Heewoon’s shoulder. Heewoon looked up at Hyukjin with a sour expression, and Gangwoo, after staring intently at Hyukjin’s hand on Heewoon’s shoulder, opened his mouth.

“Hyukjin sunbae. There are 3 days left until next Monday, now.”

“I know. I’m telling you I’ll practice well, okay?”

“Heewoon sunbae did a lot of research, so I think it might be inconvenient for you to look through, sunbae. I think it would be better to go over it together at least once to organize it. What do you think?”

Gangwoo looked down at Hyukjin and smiled gently.

“…Well. That’s true, but. It’s the weekend now, you know. Coming all the way to school on the weekend is a bit much. I have to study for exams too…”

Heewoon glanced at Gangwoo’s hand, which was down by his thigh. He found it strange that the hand that so often came up to him was staying still. And, he felt resentful. Why did he have to see that and suffer like this.

“Hmm…”

When Gangwoo made a sound that rumbled in his throat, Heewoon tensed up. Hyukjin wasn’t paying any attention and was looking at his phone. Heewoon thought Hyukjin, who knew nothing, was a fool.

“Then would you like to do it at my place?”

“Your place?”

Hyukjin’s eyes went wide. It was Seo Gangwoo, who was rumored to be a third-generation chaebol. Perhaps because he was curious about such a Gangwoo’s house, Hyukjin hesitated.

A few hours later, Hyukjin sent an affirmative reply via KakaoTalk.

Heewoon bit his lip hard.

He can’t come to school, but he can go to Seo Gangwoo’s house.

🧸

“Wow, this is insane. You live in a place like this by yourself?”

Hyukjin kept looking around, his eyes wide. He had been like that since he came through the main gate. After seeing the living room with its high ceiling, the spacious kitchen, and the study with a large desk, he grilled Seo Gangwoo with all sorts of questions. The massive guy with his eyes shining innocently looked ridiculous.

“Are you really a chaebol?”

Gangwoo just smiled benignly and said nothing. But Hyukjin seemed convinced. A credible rumor that Seo Gangwoo was a chaebol would probably soon spread throughout the department.

They sat around a large table. Heewoon and Hyukjin sat side by side, and Gangwoo sat across from Hyukjin. A laptop, positioned so that all three of them could see, had the PowerPoint up. Hyukjin, who had flipped through the PowerPoint, said in admiration.

“Wow, fuck. This is fucking well made, isn’t it?”

It was clear he was seeing it for the first time.

“I sent it two days ago. You haven’t seen it yet?”

“I skimmed it, you bastard.”

Hyukjin laughed awkwardly and patted Heewoon’s back, pat, pat. Hyukjin was large and his hands were thick, so when he hit him, there was a dull ache. Gangwoo watched Heewoon’s frowning brow intently.

Knock, knock. Just then, a knock was heard and a housekeeper came in with a tray. It was coffee and macarons served in pretty glass cups with intricate patterns.

“Thank you.”

“Oh. Is this an Americano? I don’t drink coffee.”

Hyukjin, scratching his chin, snatched a macaron and popped it into his mouth in one bite.

“Then shall I prepare some orange juice for you?”

“Ah. Yes, well.”

Hyukjin gave a casual nod at the housekeeper’s question.

Heewoon knew Lee Hyukjin’s type well. He was the classic type of person who is strong against the weak and weak against the strong, who treats people weaker than him poorly.