Hit by a Pitched Ball Chapter 3

Come to think of it, normally a man wouldn’t easily say something like that to another man. There’s no way. He had no idea why his thoughts had raced to such an extreme. His vision went white. No way to fix it came to mind. Yunjae simply squeezed his eyes shut. Then he forced himself to speak.

“Anyway… now that you know, let me say this.”

“…”

“If you go out with me, you won’t hear anything good.”

Yunjae tried to act as calm as possible. Making a fuss here would only make the other person more uncomfortable, and he didn’t want things to get noisy.

“Hmm…”

Looking quietly at the flustered Yunjae, Taebeom closed his mouth as if lost in thought. Embarrassed by the lengthening silence, Yunjae tried to slip away.

At that moment, Taebeom grabbed his wrist again and shoved the ice cream, now pushed back to the part with the bite marks, hard against his lower abdomen.

It was a position and posture that would easily be misunderstood if a passerby glanced over. Taebeom even ground the now-crushed ice cream in with a sharp motion, as if stabbing a knife into it.

“With this, I think it’ll work.”

“…Excuse me?”

“Hyung accidentally ruined my clothes, and because of that, I’m in a bad mood. Let’s settle it with this.”

Taebeom strode closer. With Taebeom standing against the security light at the alley entrance, a large shadow fell across Yunjae’s face.

As Yunjae stared blankly at Taebeom’s face, trying to gauge his intent, Taebeom must have read his eyes because he slightly lifted the corner of his mouth. The distance was excessively close. Finally realizing this, Yunjae glanced toward the alley entrance over Taebeom’s shoulder.

Taebeom leisurely traced the reddened earlobe beside his shifting pupils. He could feel his gaze traveling along the earlobe, where blood had rushed, following the jawline as if drawn, down to the exposed nape of the neck. Don’t like it? Taebeom tilted his head with a furrowed brow and whispered in a subtle voice.

“Have you ever slept with a man?”

“No.”

“It might be different from what you imagine.”

“I’ve never imagined it?”

Yunjae slowly closed his eyes and opened them again, letting out a hollow laugh with a sigh. His dull mind creaked and misfired. A strange emotion, long submerged, surged up.

“So there’s nothing different about it.”

Ha Taebeom was sharp, mischievous, and excessive in every way. Carefully brushing away the strand of hair that blew across his cheek, Taebeom sought consent again with his eyes. Meeting his gaze, which held a firm resolve that if rejected, he truly wouldn’t do anything, the back of Yunjae’s neck prickled.

Yunjae bit the inside of his lip and lowered his gaze. This kind of thing, I really don’t like it. His rational thinking wasn’t working. He couldn’t understand himself, unable to distinguish impulse.

But the other party wanted it, and there was no particular reason to refuse. It’s just one day, isn’t it? It’s not like it’ll ever happen again, and since he’s a celebrity, the risk is low. It was a flimsy rationalization. But he was drunk anyway. Yunjae didn’t deliberate long. The convenient excuse of alcohol led him to deviate.

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“Hyung. You can’t fall asleep. You have to tell me.”

“…Just, hnn, put…”

…put it in. At the mumbled words that couldn’t be properly understood, Taebeom clicked his tongue. Yunjae, who had struggled a few times and then fallen asleep for good, was absurd. Taebeom stared blankly at Yunjae, who had collapsed with only his buttocks exposed, and pondered for a moment.

As his wet tongue traced his dry lips, they reddened as if blood were circulating. Taebeom, standing on his knees, considered the strangely positioned Yunjae, face-down, for a moment. He then shrugged and proceeded to take off the rest of his clothes. He said to do it, right? Well, it’s not like I’m forcing him.

“Phew, ah… shit… Just stay still.”

But it wasn’t as easy as he’d thought. In fact, at first, he’d thought he just needed to shove it into the hole that was there.

Taebeom moved as he’d heard from those with sordid tastes. Out of curiosity, he first pinched and spread the plump, pale buttock flesh that was revealed. The naturally hidden hole peeked out. Taebeom couldn’t take his eyes off the reddish entrance. To be honest, he’d been worried about getting an erection. Right now, it was just an imagined cock, and he’d assumed that the moment he saw reality, it would shrink from revulsion. If that had happened, he’d have been happy to end it as a ridiculous incident. After all, his own desires were important too, not just the other person’s.

“Hnn…”

“Hah, fuck…”

His arrogant gaze wavered for a moment with agitation. His pupils, darker than usual, traced a long line over the perineum exposing reddish flesh. Even in his drunken state, Yunjae twisted his waist to escape, but Taebeom grabbed his buttock tightly enough to leave handprints. Like a child seeing eyes for the first time, he stared unblinkingly at the place where his cock would enter.

The sexual urge that he’d worried might kill him joined hands with curiosity, revealing base desires and drooling. It had been quite a while since he’d been with anyone, but he hadn’t thought he was this starved. Taebeom spread the sharply honed scissors before his clearly defined sexual identity.

Saliva pooled in his mouth. He stuck out his wet tongue and slowly licked his dry lower lip. Taebeom alternated his gaze between his own red genital, still stiffly erect and leaking pre-cum like saliva, and the twitching hole. He stared for a long while, as if observing. But neither his excitement nor his curiosity was satisfied. Taebeom grabbed Yunjae’s limp popliteal space and pushed him up with his leg, intending to resolve it by rubbing against his body. It was the moment he unhesitatingly cut across the boundary of sexuality.

“Ughp, brr…”

His waist lifted and his face buried in the sheet, Yunjae flailed his arms and struggled. Taebeom ignored him and buried his face between the perineum that had drawn a little closer into his view. Taebeom’s eyes gleamed with interest in the hole that twitched incessantly before him, like a puppy fawning for its owner’s attention.

‘Ah. Right. Taebeom is Yunjae’s sworn enemy, wasn’t he?’

Then, the trivial conversation from the drinking session suddenly came to mind. Taebeom snorted immediately. The white face that had averted its gaze, startled by the sudden revelation, flushed quickly, whether from the alcohol or embarrassment.

‘He’s a Buffaloes fan.’

‘Ah…’

No wonder. From the moment he’d sat down, the eyes looking at him had seemed frozen solid. Yunjae, who looked like he had no interest whatsoever in sports but claimed it was his only hobby, somehow piqued his interest. But as the trivial conversation dragged on, his interest in the topic faded.

Making excuses of the bathroom and cigarettes, Taebeom moved closer to Yunjae while seats got mixed up. He’d joined the gathering just to kill time with Mingu. But the moment he encountered Yunjae entering the shop, a strange thought struck him.

So he kept staring. Even knowing that Yunjae, feeling the gaze, was uncomfortable, he couldn’t stop. He was probably the kind of person who’d stand out no matter where you sat him. A type completely absent from his surroundings. Taebeom closely observed the seemingly sensitive but mild face, busy minding others’ gazes.

Should I try to get close? Taebeom, who had been persistently observing the white face contrasting with the dull-patterned shirt, stood up and sat across from him. Because of the cramped space, their knees brushed under the table.

Suppressing a laugh as he saw Yunjae flinch and cautiously withdraw, Taebeom leaned his arms on the table and brought his face closer.

‘Are you a Buffaloes fan?’

‘…Huh? Ah. Well.’

‘Then you must have watched yesterday’s game too.’

At Taebeom’s mention, Yunjae’s face immediately contorted. That was understandable—yesterday’s game had been between the team Yunjae supposedly supported and the team Taebeom belonged to. The starting pitcher was Taebeom, and naturally, the victory was theirs. Moreover, Taebeom had led that game to his first complete-game shutout of the season.

When Yunjae made it abundantly clear with his attitude that he should go away, it only came across as amusing. The way his cheeks, despite saying he hated him, faithfully flushed red made him look even more ridiculous.

‘I really hate you, don’t I? Surely not?’

‘No. I was just saying that. Are you drunk?’

‘With this much? Oh, I’m hurt—I’m just trying to make a living too.’

Watching Yunjae clear his throat and gulp down the remaining beer, Taebeom burst out laughing. You’re laughing? Yunjae twisted one eyebrow in displeasure, and Taebeom grabbed his thigh and laughed for a long time. What was so funny?

‘Can I call you hyung?’

‘Whatever turns you on…’

‘Whoa, caught you.’