Formless Chapter 3

Gangwoo frowned as he looked at Heewoon, who had suddenly burst into tears. Tears were overflowing from his large eyes, which had only been glistening before.

“Why are you crying?”

“Hic… I can’t die…. Don’t kill me…. I won’t… hic, tell anyone. I-I’m serious.”

His crying grew louder as he spoke. Gangwoo sighed in irritation as he watched Heewoon sob his heart out. At that sound, Heewoon’s shoulders trembled violently.

“How fucking shitty do you think I feel when you suddenly start crying in the middle of a conversation?”

“Huuuh… I-I’m sorry. Hic…”

“Stop crying.”

It was a warning, not a consolation.

Heewoon turned pale and covered his mouth, but gasping sounds leaked through the gaps between his fingers. His chest rose and fell in a highly irregular rhythm. It wouldn’t have been strange if he had passed out right then and there.

Gangwoo thought.

Should I just kill him?

His hand slid down from the wet cheek. As his fingertips touched the white, slender neck, the Adam’s apple bobbed.

“I really won’t, hic, tell anyone. Gangwoo.”

Heewoon managed to say, terrified that his neck would be choked at any moment. His wet eyes carefully studied the murderer’s expression. Not that he could read it.

Gangwoo. Gangwoo, please…. I’ll really stay quiet.

“……”

Gangwoo, who had been staring intently at Heewoon, gently touched the corner of his wet eye. Everywhere he touched was damp and red. The round pupils watched him anxiously.

These eyes. It was because of these eyes that he had left the clumsy stalker alone. While his expression and tone were blunt, his eyes alone sparkled, and they would send longing gazes his way whenever he turned his back. It was amusing.

At first, it was only on campus, then only on the way home, then only in front of his house. Woo Heewoon, who had been gradually expanding the scope of his stalking, had stopped there.

It was rather commendable that a bastard who did nothing but stalking was, in his own way, observing a line, and it was a little disappointing. I wish that bastard could see all of me. Such a malicious thought had occurred to him.

However, he had intended to leave it at that. Until he realized that the taxi Woo Heewoon was in was following his car.

‘What should we do?’

The driver had asked, glancing at the rearview mirror. He, who had been leaning back loosely, had propped his chin on his hand and looked out the window. And after a short while, he said.

‘Just leave it.’

He was probably smiling at that time.

“They say greed brings misfortune, you know.”

Gangwoo said, wiping a tear from Heewoon’s chin as his eyes took in one thing after another. The reddened corners of his eyes and nose, the plump lips stained with blood, the slender neck, and the faintly visible collarbones.

The corners of Gangwoo’s lips slowly curved up.

He met the eyes that looked only at him with longing and asked.

“Did you want to fuck me? Is that why you followed me around?”

“Huh?”

When he asked back at the unexpected question, the large hand lightly wrapped around his nape began to gently rub his collarbone with its thumb.

“Tell me.”

“N-no…”

“I think I’ll feel bad if you say no.”

At the quietly spoken words, Heewoon was startled and bit his tongue. A stinging pain spread, but the feelings of the person holding his life in his hands were the priority.

“Because right now, I want to fuck you, sunbae.”

Heewoon’s mind started spinning. Was Seo Gangwoo gay? The police should be on their way now, so the more time passed, the higher his chances of survival would be. If so, it might be better to have sex as Seo Gangwoo wanted. That was much better than dying.

“I-I have… thought about it.”

Heewoon said in a voice so small it was almost a whisper. When he peeked at him, Seo Gangwoo smiled. The hand that moved past his nape to caress his tense shoulder was gentle.

“Then shall we fuck?”

The gently smiling face was one that, in the past, would have certainly made him so happy he would have lost sleep at night. Now, looking at the face of his unrequited love, which was only terrifying, Heewoon nodded. Gangwoo’s smile as he looked at Heewoon turned wicked.

“Take everything off.”

Gangwoo said, straightening his knees and getting up.

Heewoon, who had been frozen for a moment, placed his hands on the ground. Here? Just not asking that question back was a great feat for him. His arms and legs were trembling uncontrollably, so he staggered as he got to his feet. Displeased with the slow movement, Gangwoo sighed loudly enough for him to hear. Heewoon’s trembling hands sped up a little.

It seemed fortunate that he was wearing a button-down shirt, but considering the sharp gaze fixed on his hands, a shirt without buttons might have been better.

With each button he undid, his pale white skin was revealed. The shirt slid down his sharp shoulders and got caught on his arms.

Heewoon glanced furtively as he pulled his arms out and let the shirt fall. Although it was early October, the air here was exceptionally cool. Could it be because of the people who died here? He squeezed his eyes shut at the thought that flashed through his mind. It was to avoid seeing the pool of blood that would be visible if he turned his head.

Ziiip. Heewoon unzipped his jeans and glanced at Gangwoo’s face. The expressionless face was leisurely observing his body.

Why aren’t the police here yet? Heewoon’s gaze shifted to the phone lying on the floor.

“Hmm…”

Startled by Gangwoo’s movement of stroking his chin, Heewoon hurriedly took off his pants. After a quick glance for approval, he took off his shoes and socks as well. Then he politely clasped his hands together.

“What are you doing? You have to take off your underwear for me to fuck your ass.”

Heewoon flinched. Being naked alone in this vast, empty space was extremely shameful. So he put his hands on the waistband and hesitated.

Staring intently at the flat stomach, Gangwoo licked his lower lip. The thin fingers resting on the waistband just wouldn’t move.

Only after Gangwoo sighed as if to make a point and took a large step forward did Heewoon, startled, pull down his underwear.

“I-I took them off!”

Gangwoo withdrew his outstretched hand and crossed his arms. Then he stared intently at Heewoon’s lower body. Although the color was pale, it was an ordinary thing by any standard. Moreover, it was shrunken to its smallest size.

“Don’t cover it.”

The white hand that had been slowly moving down as he brought his legs together stopped. He walked behind Heewoon and scanned him with his eyes—the thin back, the ass that was at least decent with some flesh on it, and the slender legs extending downwards.

“I guess I really have to fuck you.”

Gangwoo muttered as if he found it amusing.

Heewoon felt a sense of despair after confirming that the front of Gangwoo’s pants was bulging. Unlike his resolve that he could do this much to survive, his gaze kept going to the phone on the floor. What do I do if the police come while I’m naked? No. That’s not what’s important.

“Hey.”

Startled, Heewoon looked up. Gangwoo was looking down at him with a dumbfounded expression.

“You can’t let your eyes wander. That’s just a lack of basic manners.”

The hand that had been stroking his back rather gently came up and lightly tapped his red cheek. Every time the hand touched him, his large eyes would flinch and blink.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“You followed me around because you wanted to fuck. You should concentrate when your wish is coming true. Huh?”

Finally, with a smack, the hand was withdrawn.

“Ack!”

Heewoon, who had screamed, squeezed his eyes shut. Afraid that the large hand would strike his cheek again.

Such a baby. Gangwoo clicked his tongue, bent down, and picked up Heewoon’s phone.

“Is there anyone who’ll contact you?”

It had a pattern lock, so he nudged Heewoon with his elbow. At that, he flinched and stepped back. His feet must have gotten tangled, as his naked body staggered and then fell backward.

“Are you dancing?”

“N-no…”

Heewoon glanced at his phone in Gangwoo’s hand and staggered to his feet. The phone was immediately held out to him.

“Check it.”

Heewoon’s face turned deathly pale. It must be a message from the police, but he didn’t know how Seo Gangwoo would react.

“Who told you to show me?”

“Ah…”

“You’re the stalker, sunbae, not me.”

Gangwoo snorted with a laugh as he watched Heewoon nod. Then he slowly scanned the white body in front of him.

“Uh oh…”

Heewoon made a foolish sound after checking the message. This can’t be happening. He checked the message list several times.

“Why? What is it?”

Gangwoo, who had been fondling Heewoon’s body, suddenly craned his neck forward.

“A loan? Do you need money, sunbae?”

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The white hand gripped the angular chunk of metal tightly.

It wasn’t a dispatch text from the police.

Were they unable to dispatch because there was no address? Then, they should have asked for the address. How can they just ignore someone like this when a person is dying?

Hope shattered and vanished. Anger surged up as if to fill the empty space. Heewoon took a ragged breath and glared at the innocent loan advertisement.

“Did you think it was the police?”

The voice whispering in his ear sent a shiver down his spine. Heewoon turned his neck, which felt like it was creaking. Seo Gangwoo was snickering.

“Do you know what you texted, sunbae?”

“…That s-someone was dead…”

“Really? It didn’t look that way to me.”

Seo Gangwoo opened his eyes wide in an exaggerated way. Placing his hand over Heewoon’s, he pressed the text message sent to 112.

[smeoneisdedhre]

“Look. How does it look to you?”

Heewoon stared blankly at the message.

“On a Friday night, the police are much busier. There are a lot of morons who get shit-faced and cause trouble.”

“……”

“Don’t bother busy people. If you do it again…”

Snatching the phone and putting it in his inner jacket pocket, Gangwoo gripped Heewoon’s hand.

“I’ll make it so you can’t use this.”

Heewoon let out a faint moan at the force, which felt like his bones would be crushed. His complexion turned pale, as he was reminded of the other man’s mangled hand from earlier.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes. Yes.”

The terrified Heewoon nodded his head several times. Gangwoo toyed with the long, slender fingers for a moment before letting go of the hand. Then he spoke casually.

“Go on and suck my dick.”

Gangwoo smiled brightly.

Heewoon thought.

The police aren’t coming. Then, I have to survive on my own, somehow.

“Okay.”