Non-Resistance Chapter 38

If it had been him receiving such a scolding in front of many people, he would have become timid, but Haejin bowed deeply, saying he had really wanted to attend Professor Shin’s lecture so he had sat in.

The professor, who seemed to view him favorably, allowed him to sit in just this once, so Haejin was able to sit next to Yeongin again.

“Hyung, I don’t have the book. Let’s look at it together.”

“Ah, yes. You can start from here.”

Yeongin pointed to a page with his finger and whispered in a pleasant voice.

“Uh…”

At that moment, Haejin hesitated and opened his mouth. Ah, does it smell? Yeongin reflexively pulled his body back as he recalled that he had been sucking Dogeon’s cock just moments ago. His face flushed bright red and heated up.

“Hyung, you smell really good. What perfume do you use? Can I buy the same one?”

Contrary to his expectation, however, Haejin, who had sniffed closely, asked while smelling Yeongin’s body scent that seemed both sweet and refreshing.

Yeongin was the one who became flustered when Haejin pushed his face too close. When he pulled his body back uncomfortably, Haejin, who noticed belatedly, spoke.

“Ah, I went to an all-boys middle and high school, so I usually don’t keep much distance. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s okay…”

Yeongin shook his head at Haejin, who was scratching his head, and pushed the book further toward him while swallowing dryly in the awkward atmosphere.

The two-hour lecture, which felt short if short and long if long, ended. Haejin, who seemed tired from the lecture that continued without a break, stood up while massaging his body and shook his head.

“Wow. I almost just said sorry and left in the middle. How can Professor Shin continue for two hours straight without giving a break?”

It was Professor Shin’s usual characteristic. That was why on days when he had Professor Shin’s class, Yeongin tried not to drink much water and always went to the bathroom before the lecture.

“Then if it was hard, you could have left in the middle. Why did you keep listening?”

“Ah, a man shouldn’t go back on his word. I have to keep my pride.”

At Haejin’s refreshing words, a faint smile seeped onto Yeongin’s lips. Whether because he was still young or because that was his original personality, Yeongin was envious of his bright and lively nature.

As Yeongin walked toward the entrance of the engineering building where he had promised to meet Dogeon, Haejin continued to follow beside him. Haejin suddenly straightened his head as if he had remembered something and asked.

“Oh right, Hyung. Do you have a girlfriend or someone you’re dating?”

“Me? No, I don’t.”

“Oh. Really?”

At his answer that he wasn’t seeing anyone, Haejin said it was great and turned on his phone while placing his hand on Yeongin’s shoulder as he continued.

“If you have time this weekend, would you like to go on a blind date with me…”

“Ha Yeongin.”

At that moment, Dogeon, who appeared in front of the two, looked down at the hand placed on Yeongin’s shoulder and coldly hardened his expression. Yeongin, who could tell the man’s uncomfortable mood just from his face, felt his heart sink in fear.

“Who…”

Yeongin, who had turned his gaze to Haejin who was glancing at Dogeon and asking him, quickly removed the hand from his shoulder and said.

“I have plans. Let’s see each other next time.”

“Ah, really? Okay. See you later, Hyung!”

Haejin bowed his head politely to Dogeon, who was standing next to Yeongin, and then turned around. Left alone with the man, Yeongin trembled finely like a herbivore standing in front of a carnivore.

“Who is he.”

“That’s… well…”

“I asked who he is and why you were together.”

“He’s just a junior I know.”

Yeongin watched Dogeon’s eyes, not knowing what he might do, and hurriedly grabbed his arm.

“He’s really just a junior I know. I ran into him by chance in the lecture hall earlier. That’s all.”

“…”

“Nothing like what you’re thinking happened. It’s true…”

Dogeon looked down at Yeongin, who was making excuses with a scared face even though he hadn’t asked. Seeing him chattering that it was really nothing, it didn’t seem like a lie, but he didn’t like that someone had touched Ha Yeongin’s body so casually.

“Behave properly from now on.”

“Okay…. Sorry.”

Fortunately, seeing Dogeon turn his head as if he would let it go, Yeongin secretly let out a sigh. The man grabbed his wrist and pulled him, taking Yeongin into the car.

“Aren’t we going to the freshman orientation?”

“That’s right.”

“But why…”

“Is that all the clothes you have?”

When Yeongin lowered his head toward where Dogeon’s gaze landed, he saw the pilled knit sweater. It was old but cleanly washed…. As Yeongin fiddled with his reddened earlobes like a well-cooked sweet potato and avoided his eyes, Dogeon, who was driving at high speed, asked.

“What do you do with the money I give you.”

“Ah…”

He had never once thought of that money as his own, so he couldn’t spend it freely either. Yeongin closed his mouth as he thought of the bankbook where he had steadily saved the money Dogeon had given him.

“Haa. We’re going to buy clothes. You just shut up and follow.”

With his mouth shut tight like a clam, Dogeon, whose insides felt stuffy, put a cigarette in his mouth and stepped hard on the accelerator.

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Dogeon’s sports car stopped in front of a building in Seoul. Yeongin narrowed his brows as he looked at the flashy exterior and the sign written in an unrecognizable font.

“What are you doing.”

“Ah, uh…”

Dogeon, who had pulled Yeongin by the wrist, entered the editing shop with familiar steps. As soon as he entered, the staff member in a black uniform recognized Dogeon and hurriedly approached.

“It’s been a while since your last visit. We were just about to contact you because the S/S season products have arrived.”

Seeing the woman speak warmly, Yeongin shifted his gaze to him. Well, with a lot of money, he must come to places like this often. Yeongin looked around the enormously large interior, which had surprisingly few clothes hanging, as if it was unfamiliar, then lowered his head.

The old sneakers and the luxurious marble-like floor did not match. Feeling embarrassed, he wiggled his toes inside his sneakers when Dogeon’s voice came from above his head.

“Today it’s not for me, but for this side.”

“Ah, you came to shop for your companion’s clothes. What style should I show you? Is there a style you usually wear often or like?”

Yeongin blinked in confusion at the gaze that immediately turned to him. Dogeon smiled as if amused by the movement that looked like it would jingle if bells were attached to his eyelashes and said.

“Set it up as expensively as possible so he doesn’t look cheap.”

The man sat in the seat guided by the staff, crossed his legs, pointed at Yeongin, and flipped through the catalog. The staff member, who quickly understood Dogeon’s meaning, stared at Yeongin and then bowed slightly as he spoke.

“Yes, understood.”

The manager, who had turned and approached Yeongin, spoke kindly while examining him closely. His shoulders had a pretty, straight shape, so even in the shabby knit, it was quite noticeable. His legs were on the long side, and especially his thin ankles and calf lines were noticeably beautiful.

The manager, who had meticulously evaluated Yeongin’s body, checked the measurements and smiled brightly before gesturing to the staff. The woman who quickly selected clothes from the new arrival hanger spoke.

“Would you like to try these on and come out? Your skin is very good and your skin tone is bright, so bright colors will suit you well.”

“Ah…”

Yeongin was completely lost, not understanding what was happening. Why were they touching his hair? The cosmetics applied to his face had such a strong scent that his nose hurt.

“Sir?”

“Ah, yes. Where should I change?”

It seems Dogeon wants to play with me like a doll.

Realizing there was nothing he could do, Yeongin took the hanger the staff offered and asked. Following the staff to the fitting room inside, Yeongin let out a long sigh and took off the clothes he was wearing.

He had thought the knit he originally wore was pretty decent, but that thought disappeared once he put on the new clothes. It was clearly lighter and thinner, yet warmer. It clung softly to his body without any roughness, and the texture felt good.

After changing into the pants and jacket as well and coming out, Dogeon was standing in front of Yeongin.

“Ah.”

Flustered, Yeongin took a step back and then belatedly noticed the staff member standing next to the man, pressing his lips together.

“It suits you very well indeed.”

He knew it was just a polite remark, but Yeongin felt embarrassed under the eyes that stared fixedly at only him.