Sunshine Shower Chapter 112

Around this time of year, his nerves would always become a bit more on edge.

Woo Yeonjae checked how much food Moon Seoyoon had left on his plate. He had eaten a decent amount, so it wasn’t bad.

As Moon Seoyoon grew lazier in the summer, Woo Yeonjae became sharper. Moon Seoyoon had never acted impulsively before, but Woo Yeonjae wasn’t the type to let his guard down just because nothing had gone wrong so far.

That’s why he would occasionally observe Moon Seoyoon—to gauge whether he was entertaining any dangerous thoughts.

‘Last year and the year before were fine…’

It had been their first summer apart, and he remembered feeling anxious the entire time. The only relief came from knowing that Moon Seoyoon had a habit of falling asleep quickly when he was exhausted, and his father had connections within the military to keep an eye on things.

As time passed, it seemed like Moon Seoyoon was slowly emerging from his deep depression. This year was definitely better than three years ago.

“If we can just get through this summer, it’ll be a relief.”

One reason Woo Yeonjae had brought Moon Seoyoon to his studio apartment was to manage his seasonal depression. While he couldn’t control his sleeping hours, he at least planned to make sure he ate well and got through the summer.

Woo Yeonjae checked the date again. It was close to the anniversary. After it passed, Moon Seoyoon would slowly regain his usual state, so there was probably no need to worry too much.

Nothing would happen—as long as nothing unusual occurred.

‘It should be fine.’

And since he was keeping Moon Seoyoon close to prevent anything unusual, it had to be fine.

* * *

Woo Yeonjae drove his car, a bouquet of white and pink flowers resting in the passenger seat.

“It seems like something happened at his family’s place…”

Even while driving, the image of Moon Seoyoon’s pale face stuck in his mind. He had clearly been crying, yet when asked, he brushed it off as nothing.

Today was an important day for Moon Seoyoon. Even though Woo Yeonjae had left early in the morning, the fact that Moon Seoyoon hadn’t woken up before he left meant something must have happened. He had likely been emotionally exhausted and had retreated into sleep.

Given the sensitive timing, Woo Yeonjae didn’t press him for details, but he couldn’t help but worry.

He tapped the steering wheel. Even if he didn’t find out right away, eventually he would learn what had happened.

When they arrived at their destination, Woo Yeonjae grabbed the flowers from the passenger seat and got out of the car. His black suit and shoes stood out on the ground. Though it wasn’t a funeral, his formal attire seemed excessive for a visit to a forest burial site. Still, he always dressed respectfully for these visits.

Perhaps it was because he couldn’t forget the image of the small child crying silently in mourning clothes.

He walked confidently until he reached a large tree, stopping there. He had heard the deceased had been laid to rest in the forest according to their wishes—something that felt very true to them.

“I’m here,” Woo Yeonjae greeted softly as he placed the bouquet beneath the tree. A gentle breeze stirred the delicate petals.

Though it was early in the morning, the summer sun was already quite bright. However, it wasn’t unbearably hot. The air was slightly humid, hinting at the possibility of rain by evening.

Woo Yeonjae stood quietly, staring at the tree trunk.

Sometimes he was consumed by thoughts like these—wondering what it would have been like if Moon Seoyoon’s mother were still alive.

He knew well that Moon Seoyoon’s affection for him stemmed from a sense of emotional deprivation. Had his mother not passed away, that void wouldn’t have existed, and Moon Seoyoon would likely have continued playing the piano. So many things would be different now.

“…”

Woo Yeonjae lowered his gaze slowly. The bouquet stood out vividly against the lush green grass.

A snippet of light conversation from the flower shop echoed in his mind.

“Are you picking out flowers as a gift?”

“Yes.”

“How about these? They’re lisianthus, and they’re quite popular for their beauty.”

The soft, delicate feel of the flowers had reminded him of Moon Seoyoon.

“They’re lovely. I’ll take them.”

“You’ve made a great choice! They have a nice meaning too—‘unchanging love.’”

Unchanging love. Woo Yeonjae mulled over the words, wondering if such a thing even existed.

As he thought back on it, he found himself curious about when Moon Seoyoon had started liking him. Not that he intended to ask—he’d likely never get an answer.

Looking down at the bouquet, he parted his lips as if to speak. Though he visited this place every year, today was the first time he’d spoken aloud to the tree.

“I brought flowers because I know you liked them. I hope they’re to your taste.”

He could only hope that Moon Seoyoon’s affection for him would last just as long.

“I’ll take care of Seoyoon on your behalf, for as long as I can…”

He intended to keep Moon Seoyoon within his boundaries for as long as possible. So rather than forcing him, it was better to make sure Moon Seoyoon wouldn’t even think of leaving on his own—whether he was overwhelmed by affection or simply grew too accustomed to him.

“Please, make sure Seoyoon keeps his heart only for me.”

As long as he didn’t suddenly get fed up and try to run away, that was all that mattered.

“Make it so he can’t even think of escaping from me.”

That was all he wanted.

After showering, he saw Moon Seoyoon sitting idly on the living room sofa. Despite giving him wine to put him to bed early, it didn’t seem to have had much effect.

“What are you doing sitting there?”

Only after Woo Yeonjae spoke did Moon Seoyoon slowly turn his head, previously staring blankly out the window. His expression was unreadable, and Woo Yeonjae didn’t like the vacant look on his face. He frowned slightly and grabbed Moon Seoyoon’s pale cheek.

“Stop thinking about other things and go to sleep. That’s why I gave you the drink.”

Moon Seoyoon didn’t respond, simply looking up at him.

It seemed better to get him to sleep quickly. Woo Yeonjae tilted his head and smiled.

“Should I sleep with you?”

It was a joke he sometimes made to tease Moon Seoyoon.

“…Okay.”

Contrary to Woo Yeonjae’s usual expectation that Moon Seoyoon would grimace and run off to his bedroom, he replied unexpectedly.

Woo Yeonjae narrowed his eyes. The sound of the rain was grating on his nerves, making it hard to gauge what his gloomy childhood friend was thinking.

“Yeonjae.”

The calm voice calling his name made his brow furrow.

“Let’s have sex.”

Woo Yeonjae frowned slightly.

“Hug me…”

Moon Seoyoon looked as if he was about to drown at any moment.

“Hug me.”

“Moon Seoyoon.”

“Huh, ah…”

Woo Yeonjae brushed back the hair falling messily into his eyes, calling out to the person beneath him. Moon Seoyoon didn’t answer, instead tightening his legs around Woo Yeonjae’s waist.

Although the force wasn’t enough to push his body, the pressure on his cock increased as Moon Seoyoon shifted. The inner walls, barely accommodating him, clenched and twitched as if trying to squeeze him tighter.

“Ugh.”

Woo Yeonjae let out a groan. It was already painful enough just to get inside, so the discomfort outweighed any pleasure. Moon Seoyoon was likely in even more pain, yet tonight he kept pushing, making it difficult for Woo Yeonjae.

“Woo, Yeon, jae… hngh…”

“Yeah, what?”

Woo Yeonjae slowly withdrew, the condom-clad cock half-revealing itself before disappearing again as he thrust back in.

“Ah!”

“Ugh, damn…”

It seemed it would be better to make him feel good quickly. After sex, Moon Seoyoon would always fall asleep as if dead, making it easier to put him to bed. Woo Yeonjae braced himself and thrust his hips again.

With a slapping sound, his dark-red cock slid back into the tight hole between Moon Seoyoon’s pale buttocks. The stronger the sound, the more veins bulged along his arms and hands, which supported his weight.

“Ah, ah, hngh… ugh…”

The problem was that he hadn’t loosened Moon Seoyoon’s body enough. The narrow space was struggling to accommodate the large, hard flesh forced inside, and the strain was inevitable. Woo Yeonjae realized that Moon Seoyoon was having just as hard a time as he was.

“I’ll make you feel good soon…”

“Hngh, ugh.”

“Just bear with the pain a little longer.”

“Ahh, uh, ah!”

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh drowned out the rain. After a few more thrusts, Moon Seoyoon’s body began to tremble. Woo Yeonjae instinctively knew he had struck the swollen part of Moon Seoyoon’s inner walls with his cock. He immediately pulled back and slammed in harder.

Thud!

“Ahh! Ahh, haa…”

Unable to endure the sudden wave of pleasure, Moon Seoyoon grabbed onto Woo Yeonjae’s wrist, where the veins stood out prominently.

“Haa…”

Woo Yeonjae didn’t stop moving, his eyes scanning Moon Seoyoon’s face. Every time he blinked, his wet eyelashes fluttered, and tears spilled from the corners of his eyes. It wasn’t just physiological tears from the sex.

‘It’s better to relieve it this way, I guess.’

Sex was better than self-harm. If it were anyone else, that would be an absurd thought, but Woo Yeonjae was the one sharing this moment with Moon Seoyoon. He wasn’t going to hurt him, so pleasure from sex was certainly better than the pain of self-inflicted wounds.

The act of intertwining their bodies would empty Moon Seoyoon’s mind, leaving no room for any other thoughts. Woo Yeonjae planned to keep thrusting until Moon Seoyoon, consumed by pleasure, cried his heart out and passed out as if he’d fainted.

“Yeonjae, hngh, ahh, ugh… Hold, hngh, me.”

Moon Seoyoon clumsily reached out, his slender arms repeatedly sliding down Woo Yeonjae’s back with each thrust, even as he tried to hold onto him.

“Damn it,” Woo Yeonjae cursed under his breath, sliding his arm around Moon Seoyoon’s waist and pulling him up.

“Aah!”

With Moon Seoyoon now straddling his thighs, the penetration deepened, causing his moans to grow louder.

“Haa…”

Even as Woo Yeonjae steadied his breathing, he didn’t stop moving. The warmth of Moon Seoyoon clinging to him, as if he was all that mattered, was more satisfying than ever. Burying his nose into Moon Seoyoon’s pale shoulder, he inhaled the deepening scent of skin while continuing to thrust relentlessly.

“Hngh, ugh, ahh.”

When Woo Yeonjae glanced down, he saw Moon Seoyoon’s body shaking helplessly with each movement. His head kept falling back, as if he could barely hold on. Sensing his struggle, Woo Yeonjae adjusted his grip, supporting the back of Moon Seoyoon’s head with his arm. Understanding the gesture, Moon Seoyoon pressed his forehead against Woo Yeonjae’s shoulder, seeking comfort.

“Hngh, ugh, ahh…”

With Moon Seoyoon’s arms wrapped tightly around his neck, their bodies melded completely.

“Haa…”

Though Woo Yeonjae wanted to see Moon Seoyoon’s face, clinging desperately to him, the position made it impossible to do so.

He began to move his hips in slow circles.

In any case, his plan was to make sure Moon Seoyoon slept deeply, without any space for unnecessary thoughts.