Black & Grey Vol. 4 Chapter 2

Jungeol released the waist he had been gripping tightly. As his penis slipped out of the hole, Yoochan collapsed onto the bed. His body, still trembling from the aftermath of his orgasm, convulsed briefly twice. Exhausted from the consecutive climaxes, Yoochan lay panting, unable to speak. Jungeol pulled Yoochan’s waist towards him. Startled, Yoochan gasped.

“Ah…! Hyung! Just wait a moment…!”

Jungeol’s penis thrust deeply into Yoochan’s body again.

“Ugh…!”

Yoochan moaned and fell forward. Jungeol grabbed Yoochan’s forearm, straightening his hips. With his arm held, the penis thrust in again with a thud. Yoochan buried his face in his other hand and collapsed. This time, his other elbow was grabbed and pulled back.

With both arms held by Jungeol, Yoochan couldn’t support his body. His chin and chest pressed into the bed. Jungeol, holding Yoochan’s arms like reins, rode him like a horse, thrusting his hips upward.

“Ugh…!”

Yoochan twisted his upper body, feeling a tingling sensation throughout. Jungeol gripped Yoochan’s elbows tightly, preventing him from moving, and thrust his hips forcefully.

“Huh…!”

As the penis buried itself deeply in the loosened hole, Yoochan let out a scream-like sound, stretching his neck taut. Seeing the deep hollow between Yoochan’s tensed shoulder blades, Jungeol panted quickly. He released one of Yoochan’s arms and reached for his reddened nape.

With one hand lightly gripping Yoochan’s elbow and the other his nape, Jungeol quickly thrust his hips upward.

“Huh, huh, huh…! Ugh…!”

Yoochan grabbed Jungeol’s wrist, which was around his neck, arching his back to prevent his neck from being pulled, and panted heavily. Seeing Yoochan’s muscular back and the prominent spine, Jungeol looked satisfied and released Yoochan’s nape and elbow. He then wrapped both arms around Yoochan’s waist, pulling him close.

“Huh…!”

The hot and sweaty body slumped forward, sticking to Jungeol’s chest and stomach. Jungeol tightly held Yoochan’s waist, rubbing his palm against Yoochan’s chest. He kissed Yoochan’s tanned nape repeatedly, thrusting his penis deeply. Yoochan’s inner walls, now sensitive, felt painful, and he kept tensing his buttocks and hips.

Then, Yoochan let out a short moan, trembling as he tightened his hole. The squeezing sensation made Jungeol press his forehead against Yoochan’s shoulder, burying his hips deeply one last time.

“Huh… uh….”

Amid Yoochan’s panting, Jungeol’s low moan escaped. Jungeol’s back twitched a few times before he gently rubbed his forehead against Yoochan’s nape and closed his eyes. A satisfied sigh escaped his parted lips.

As Jungeol slightly relaxed his hips, Yoochan collapsed onto the bed, and the sticky penis slipped out. Semen flowed from Yoochan’s open hole, staining the blanket.

Jungeol removed Yoochan’s military pants, which were still hanging on his calves, and dropped them to the floor. He took out a wet tissue and carefully wiped the semen and sweat from Yoochan’s lower body, his own penis, and the blanket. Even after putting on his pants and wiping a few more times, the moist and sticky traces of their lovemaking didn’t disappear easily. Jungeol leaned over Yoochan and spoke to him.

“Should we change the sheets and rest?”

Jungeol turned his upper body slightly, meeting Yoochan’s gaze. Yoochan, looking visibly tired, patted the spot next to him, gesturing for Jungeol to lie down for a moment. Jungeol dropped the wet tissue he was holding onto the floor and lay down next to Yoochan.

Jungeol pulled the blanket, which had been pushed aside, over their legs. The cool air from the fluttering blanket made Yoochan, with his large frame, snuggle closer. He rested his head on Jungeol’s shoulder, his bare legs entwining with Jungeol’s like vines.

“When did you cut your hair?” Yoochan asked, rubbing his palm over Jungeol’s collarbone and chest. Jungeol ran his hand through Yoochan’s now-familiar short hair and replied.

“About two weeks ago, I think.”

“Oh, that’s when you said you were going to the salon with Taeho Hyung. I thought you were just going to trim it a little. Why didn’t you send me a photo?”

“I wanted to show you in person.”

Yoochan’s furrowed brow relaxed at Jungeol’s response. Seeing Yoochan’s expressions mirror his feelings so transparently, Jungeol smiled comfortably and asked,

“Do you like it?”

Yoochan nodded, touching Jungeol’s front hair, which now had fewer curls.

“You didn’t straighten it, right?”

“No, it just looks less curly because it’s shorter.”

“Phew, that’s a relief. Hyung, your curly hair is really charming. It feels better to touch than my hair. Don’t straighten it, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jungeol, who had no intention of straightening his hair anyway, nodded agreeably. Yoochan looked pleased. Lying on his side, Jungeol touched Yoochan’s smooth, stretched lips, then moved his hand to Yoochan’s nape. Yoochan winced as Jungeol’s fingertips rubbed a sensitive spot.

“Ouch. Is there something there? It stung just now.”

“It’s not a bump,” Jungeol replied, squinting.

“It’s a scratch.”

“Oh, really?”

Jungeol examined the red diagonal line, resembling a mark drawn with a red pen, amidst the bite marks. He realized something and looked at his left hand.

“It must be because of the ring.”

During their intimacy, the edge of Jungeol’s thick ring must have scratched Yoochan’s skin when he grabbed his neck from behind. Yoochan scratched the itchy scratch on his nape and placed his hand on Jungeol’s waist. Jungeol, however, seemed more concerned, looking at the scratch with a displeased expression.

“Oh, speaking of the ring,” Yoochan suddenly remembered something and started to speak.

“Shall we get new rings? Today… or maybe on your next leave.”

“Why all of a sudden?”

Jungeol furrowed his brow, puzzled at the suggestion to suddenly change the rings they had worn for a year and a half. Yoochan replied casually.

“Well, I just bought these rings because I wanted to give one to you, Hyung. I want to get proper couple rings this time. What do you think, Hyung?”

Jungeol rubbed the underside of his ring with his thumb, replying, “Well,” in thought. He had grown attached to the ring, which he rarely took off, feeling like it was part of him now. Seeing Jungeol’s reluctance, Yoochan looked at his own ring and said.

“One of my seniors who runs a jewelry store visited me recently. He told me to change our couple rings. He saw a photo of our rings before and has been teasing me about how weird they look.”

“Really?”

“They look nice to me, but Jaehyeok Hyung also keeps saying they look weird, so it’s kind of upsetting.”

“It must have been tough.”

Despite his words of sympathy, Jungeol’s eyes remained soft, finding Yoochan’s sulking over the ring’s criticism endearing. Yoochan sighed deeply and looked at Jungeol with a serious expression.

“Hyung, were you honestly a bit embarrassed too?”

With a worried look, Jungeol stared at the ring he had been fiddling with out of habit and shook his head.

“Really? You’ve never been embarrassed?”

“Yeah.”

Jungeol added, touching Yoochan’s forehead and hair with his other hand.

“It looks a bit strange, but it’s not embarrassing.”

“Oh, come on, what kind of answer is that!”

Yoochan flared up, half-annoyed.

“Fine. I’ll just get us new ones when I get discharged in a few months. This time, let’s get them from the place where my parents got their wedding rings.”

“Sure.”

Jungeol smiled as he replied.

“I’ll buy them this time.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah.”

Yoochan’s flared-up expression softened instantly, his eyes widening in disbelief as he tugged a corner of his mouth into a smile.

“So, when will you buy them?”

“We can get them now, but let’s pick them out together after you get discharged to save your leave time.”

Nodding in agreement, Yoochan said,

“Good. Oh, I like thicker bands. Let’s get substantial ones next time too.”

“Sure.”

Yoochan, smiling happily, suddenly remembered and grabbed Jungeol’s right arm, turning it.

“You haven’t done the cover-up yet.”

Looking at the crudely etched ‘U’ tattoo on Jungeol’s right arm, Yoochan asked,

“You said you were planning a couple’s tattoo. Was that a lie?”

“I’ve been sketching it in my spare time. I’ll show you later.”

“So, when will you do the cover-up?”

“When you get discharged, we’ll do it together.”

“…Are you really going to get one with me?”

Despite frequently bringing up the topic of couple tattoos during their calls, Yoochan seemed genuinely surprised at the thought that Jungeol might not have agreed to it. Jungeol slowly nodded, meeting Yoochan’s eyes. Seeing the trust in Jungeol’s gaze, Yoochan smiled and gently touched the tattoo he had inked.

“Do you finally trust my heart now?”

Puzzled, Jungeol raised his eyebrows. Yoochan softly clasped Jungeol’s wrist, looking at him confidently.

“You didn’t let me get the tattoo back then because you were worried I’d change my mind and regret it. I know you were looking out for me.”

Jungeol closed his lips at the pointed remark. Yoochan, feeling hurt that Jungeol didn’t trust him back then, yet understanding why he had to make that decision, spoke calmly.

“It means you trust my heart now, so it’s okay.”

Yoochan said proudly, then leaned his cheek against Jungeol’s chest, closing his eyes as if he was getting sleepy.

It seemed like only a few seconds had passed since their conversation stopped, but soon, soft breathing sounds were heard. It was ten o’clock. It seemed like it was Yoochan’s bedtime.

After pulling the blanket up to Yoochan’s shoulders, Jungeol found himself staring at Yoochan’s face.

— Hyung, when I get discharged, should we live together?

— Take your time thinking about it. I was just saying it casually.

The anxiety that had washed away upon meeting Yoochan resurfaced as Yoochan slept. Jungeol sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing Yoochan’s cheek with the back of his hand, deep in thought.

What he thought would be a fleeting worry kept him awake quite late. Jungeol finally fell asleep at dawn, only to be awakened by strange whining sounds. His dark eyes, still heavy with sleep, glanced at the empty spot beside him and then at the closed door.

With a headache from waking up abruptly, Jungeol rubbed his forehead and got up. He picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and stepped outside, only to be stunned by the sight before him. Yoochan, wearing only underwear, was humming an unknown tune while washing dishes, clad in Taeho’s flamboyant red apron and red rubber gloves.

Seeing Yoochan’s muscular body bulging like a pony under his underwear, Jungeol wondered if he was dreaming. As he slowly regained his senses, Yoochan’s buttocks flexed energetically as he moved sideways to put the dishes away. Yoochan had mentioned that he exercised more diligently than in school since there was nothing else to do after training, and it seemed to be true.

Still drowsy, Jungeol leaned his head and shoulder against the door frame, watching Yoochan’s even more toned body, which he hadn’t noticed the night before. Yoochan, taking off his rubber gloves and shaking his shoulders excitedly, made Jungeol chuckle. But seeing Yoochan grab the frying pan handle, Jungeol quickly moved forward with a startled expression.

“I’ll cook.”

“Oh? Hyung? You’re up? You looked tired, so I didn’t wake you.”

Unaware that Jungeol had rushed over to stop him from cooking, Yoochan spread his arms wide and hugged his lover, holding the frying pan. Despite their passionate night a few hours ago, Yoochan’s face beamed with joy at being with Jungeol in the early morning.

“I wanted to make breakfast for you today, but I guess I can’t. But I did hang the laundry.”

As Jungeol drizzled olive oil into the frying pan, he realized he hadn’t hung the laundry he had washed last night and glanced at the balcony. In one corner of the balcony, where sunlight streamed in, black laundry was neatly hung on a two-tier drying rack.

Instead of thanking him, Jungeol rubbed Yoochan’s cheek with the back of his hand and told him to sit. Yoochan nodded, raising his eyebrows, then opened the refrigerator and skillfully took out vegetables, eggs, tofu, and miso, sneaking up behind Jungeol and hugging him, burying his face in his shoulder.

“Ah, this is nice. I wish every day could be like this.”

Jungeol smiled at the warmth, but Yoochan’s next words made him look as if he had been hit on the head.

Noticing that Jungeol had stopped moving, Yoochan, who had been happily nuzzling his head against Jungeol’s broad shoulder and enjoying his scent, straightened up and looked at Jungeol’s face. Jungeol, staring at the empty frying pan as if he had malfunctioned, placed the three eggs he was holding into a bowl, turned off the stove, and faced Yoochan.

“What’s wrong?”

Yoochan asked, holding Jungeol’s hands with a playful look. Jungeol, staring at Yoochan shaking his hands, finally spoke.

“Yoochan.”

“Yes.”

“You mentioned living together a while ago.”

Sensing the seriousness in Jungeol’s voice, Yoochan stopped smiling and closed his lips. Jungeol placed a hand on Yoochan’s shoulder and said,

“Do you remember I said we should talk about it face-to-face?”

Feeling a sense of foreboding, Yoochan pursed his lips and lost his smile. Jungeol rubbed Yoochan’s cheek with the back of his hand and said,

“If you thought I was indirectly rejecting you, that’s not it….”

Before Jungeol could finish, Yoochan quickly interrupted, waving his hands and laughing.

“Oh, I was just saying it casually, so don’t feel bad.”

“I didn’t really care. Were you worrying by yourself? It’s okay. Now that I think about it, living together might be inconvenient too.”

Thinking Jungeol was worried he might have been hurt, Yoochan hurriedly added an excuse. Jungeol furrowed his brow, suspicious of Yoochan’s sudden change in tone. Yoochan turned Jungeol around and spoke loudly on purpose.

“But are you making doenjang jjigae today? Should I chop all these vegetables? I went to bed hungry last night, so I’m really starving.”

Seeing Yoochan about to chop unwashed vegetables, Jungeol silently took the knife from Yoochan’s hand. He handed Yoochan the zucchini and carrots, asking him to wash them instead.

Yoochan seemed happy to have something to do, diligently washing the dirt off the carrots. Jungeol had no choice but to postpone what he wanted to say.

* * *

After finishing their meal, Yoochan, who was washing the dishes, told Jungeol, who was getting ready for work, that he was going to meet some friends.

“Who?”

Jungeol asked while putting on his coat. Yoochan mostly met his college friends, and since he often mentioned their names, Jungeol had a rough idea of who they were. But Yoochan, who contacted elementary, middle, and high school friends, judo acquaintances, and even former seniors whenever he was on leave, made Jungeol curious about who he would meet this time.

Yoochan widened his eyes and answered.

“…I’m meeting Jinhong.”

Jungeol chuckled at the anticlimactic answer and put on his shoes. Yoochan, putting down the dish he was washing, ran to the entrance with a regretful expression.

“It’s only a four-day leave, and I feel sad thinking I won’t see you during the day today.”

“But it’s better than waiting alone on the sofa.”

Jungeol kissed Yoochan’s cheek gently. Yoochan actually wanted to go to the shop with Jungeol and meet the other employees. However, even if he went to the shop with Jungeol, they wouldn’t be able to talk properly due to Jungeol’s packed schedule.

Spending his precious leave eating snacks on the shop sofa wasn’t an option, and Yoochan’s friends had been bombarding him with messages after seeing his Instagram post of breakfast with Jungeol. Unable to ignore them, Yoochan decided to postpone his date with Jungeol to the evening and saw him off.

“I’ll leave in an hour. See you later, Hyung!”

Standing at the entrance, putting on his sneakers, Jungeol hugged Yoochan, who was still in his underwear and apron, and kissed him lightly before leaving.

When Jungeol arrived at the shop, Gaang came running at full speed from a distance. Jungeol bent his knees slightly and extended his folded arms, and Gaang jumped up, landing on his arms. As Gaang’s front and back paws climbed onto his arms, Jungeol straightened his back, holding Gaang with his other hand.

“Oppa, I heard Yoochan is on leave? He didn’t come with you?”

Manager, who was eating a snack bar, asked with a delighted expression when she saw Jungeol. Jungeol put his bag on the counter and held Gaang securely as he answered.

“Yeah, he went to meet friends. He’ll come later. The first client is at eight, right?”

“Yes. But they arrived thirty minutes early and are lying down at spot 1.”

Hoping for a brief coffee break, Jungeol reluctantly put Gaang down and went to his workspace.

After spending six hours without a bathroom break, the first session finally ended. Jungeol had just enough time to eat lunch, so he opened the sandwich Taeho had bought and looked at the photos Yoochan had sent. Yoochan, who had been at the billiard hall in the morning, had eaten meat for lunch and was now at a screen baseball park with friends.

Jungeol chuckled at the video of Yoochan hitting a home run, seemingly taken by a friend, and took a bite of his sandwich just as the second client arrived. Leaving Taeho and Manager’s regretful gazes behind, Jungeol wrapped the remaining sandwich in its packaging and guided the client to the spot.

For nearly five hours after that, Jungeol was on an empty stomach. When the client, in pain, requested a short break, Jungeol finally had fifteen minutes to catch his breath. After eating a homemade burger Jinwoo had brought, Jungeol rotated his stiff left shoulder and checked his phone. There was a text from Yoochan asking if he could call. Jungeol pressed the call button, and Yoochan answered immediately.

[Oh? Hyung, how much longer do you have?]

“About an hour. Where are you?”

[I’m shopping with friends.]

“What did you buy?”

Jungeol asked, leaning back on the sofa.

[Sunscreen and silicone insoles. I don’t know where I put the ones you bought me. Can I come over now?]

“Yeah, come over.”

[I’ll be there soon. Let me know if you want anything to eat. Oh, by the way, Hyung, I found a really pretty couple ring. I’ll send you a picture.]

After the call ended, Yoochan sent a photo. Expecting another odd ring, Jungeol was surprised to see a simple and elegant design. As he remembered the jewelry brand name under the photo and wondered if it would suit Yoochan’s knobby, dark fingers, Manager approached to inform him of his work schedule.

Standing up straight, Jungeol stretched his shoulders and headed to his workspace.

While drawing the praying hands of the Virgin Mary, the outside became noisy. Without looking, Jungeol knew Yoochan had arrived and smiled quietly as he heard Taeho’s voice.

“Yoochan, you look even more tanned than last time.”

“Ah, really. Don’t say that. Hyung kept teasing me about being dark, so I’ve been using sunscreen every day.”

“You’re on leave again?”

“Jaehyeok Hyung, long time no see. But ‘again’? That’s really disappointing.”

“I wondered why it was so noisy outside, and of course, it was Yoochan. I could only hear your voice from outside.”

“Yoochan talks a lot.”

“When did I ever talk a lot? Manager Noona, do I talk a lot?”

“You’re a chatterbox.”

Jaehyeok and Jinwoo, who seemed to have just finished their work, were joined by Manager. Yoochan protested loudly.

“I don’t talk that much! It’s the first time I’ve heard that in my life.”

Listening to their conversation while working, Jungeol couldn’t help but laugh at Yoochan’s last remark. When the client lying down looked at him curiously, Jungeol apologized politely and barely suppressed his laughter as he picked up the machine.

As the work was nearing completion, a small commotion erupted outside. Hearing sharp male and female voices, Jungeol glanced at the entrance covered by blackout curtains. It sounded like someone was fighting outside, and Gaang was barking excitedly. Jungeol frowned, distracted by the noise, but hearing Jaehyeok handling the situation, he refocused on his work.

Finally, the procedure was over. Just as Jungeol was about to clean the wound and give aftercare instructions, loud voices erupted again outside.

“I really didn’t steal it!”

Hearing Yoochan’s voice, Jungeol quickly excused himself to the client and stood up.

Pulling back the curtain, he saw heads over the partition next to the stainless steel bed outside. It seemed all the employees and clients had come out due to the commotion. Jungeol instructed Manager, who had just come out of the bathroom looking confused, to inform the client at spot 1 of the aftercare instructions. Then he quietly placed a hand on Jinwoo’s shoulder, who was calming Gaang with his back turned.

“Ah, Hyung.”

Jinwoo looked up, surprised.

“What’s going on?”

Jungeol asked, gesturing inside. Jinwoo, stroking Gaang’s back to calm him, explained.

“That couple is Jaehyeok Hyung’s clients. They accidentally left their wallet in the smoking room and came back five minutes later to find 300,000 won missing from it.”

Listening to Jinwoo’s explanation, Jungeol looked inside. According to the clients near the smoking room, Yoochan was the next person to enter after the couple left.

The person who entered after Yoochan was Jaehyeok’s client. They found the wallet on the chair and handed it to the couple as soon as they came out.

“Who was that client?”

Certain that Yoochan wouldn’t have done it, Jungeol asked Jinwoo.

“They went home.”

“What?”

Jungeol frowned. Jinwoo, looking troubled, continued.

“At first, the couple suspected the client who found the wallet and got permission to search them. They even took off their pants in the bathroom, but no money was found. That client only had a card to pay for their tattoo today. They left, saying they’d come back at their appointment time. Now the couple is convinced Yoochan is the culprit. Hyung, what do we do? There’s no CCTV in the smoking room.”

Having grasped the situation, Jungeol walked past the clients and went inside. Yoochan was desperately explaining to the angry couple.

“I didn’t even see the wallet.”

“People here say you don’t even smoke. Why did you go in there?”

“I went to find Taeho Hyung. He wasn’t there, so I came right out.”

“Alright, just show us your wallet so we can confirm. We just want to check if there are six 50,000 won bills. The other person even allowed a body search, so why won’t you show yours? Are you hiding something? Should we call the police and search you?”

The man in the couple shook his empty luxury wallet aggressively, speaking in a sharp tone. As Yoochan, looking offended, took out his wallet from his back pocket, someone gently grabbed his wrist. It was Jungeol.

“Hyung.”

Yoochan looked at Jungeol with a relieved expression and said,

“I really didn’t steal the 300,000 won.”

“None of the staff think you did. If you don’t want to show your wallet, you don’t have to. I’ll handle this.”

Reassured by Jungeol’s words, Yoochan, still feeling wronged, shook his head and threw his wallet to the man.

The man, catching the wallet with both hands, began searching it in front of everyone. He meticulously checked every compartment, but all he found were a few ID cards, some bank cards, and two 10,000 won bills.

Thinking this might clear Yoochan’s name, the man threw the wallet back to Yoochan and said,

“Let’s check your pockets and inside your clothes too.”

“What?”

Yoochan replied irritably to the man’s demand. He was furious at being treated like a thief and having to undergo a body search in front of so many people. The man, mentioning the previous client who allowed a body search, urged Yoochan to empty his pockets if he was innocent.

As Yoochan, fuming, reached for his pockets, Jungeol gently pulled his hand away and said,

“Let’s check the CCTV first.”

Yoochan, knowing he had nothing in his pockets, looked at Jungeol with wide eyes, thinking it was unnecessary. But Jungeol had a different idea. He knew the couple wouldn’t back down even if nothing was found in Yoochan’s pockets. If they demanded Yoochan to strip to prove his innocence, Jungeol wouldn’t be able to tolerate it.

“They said there’s no CCTV in the smoking room.”

“The camera over there covers the entrance.”

Jungeol pointed to a camera on the opposite wall. The woman in the couple interjected,

“Other people confirmed only two people went in. Is it necessary?”

“Someone might have missed something. Let’s check it.”

Jaehyeok, the couple’s tattoo artist, sided with Jungeol. The couple, seeing no harm in checking the CCTV, nodded in agreement. Jungeol gestured to Taeho to handle the situation and led the couple to the counter.

Manager, who had just finished with Jungeol’s client, quickly assessed the situation and turned on the CCTV footage. Setting the approximate time, they saw the couple leaving the smoking room. About a minute later, Yoochan entered and quickly exited.

A few seconds later, a man in his twenties, wearing a hat, entered the smoking room with a cigarette in his mouth. He came out almost immediately, holding the wallet. Jungeol, finding it odd that the man left so quickly, frowned as Manager paused the video.

“See? We were right.”

The woman said, and Jungeol frowned. According to the couple and the people at the entrance, only Yoochan and the man with the hat entered the smoking room during that time, and no money was found on the man with the hat. The wallet’s location was a blind spot behind the door, not visible through the large glass window. If things continued this way, Yoochan would be wrongly accused.

“Can we search him now?”

As the man reached for Yoochan, Jungeol pushed Yoochan back and pressed the space key. The video resumed, and the man glanced at the computer.

The man with the hat held a phone in his left hand and kept his right hand in his coat pocket.

“Wait, it looks like he’s putting the wallet inside his coat.”

Manager pointed at the monitor, and the couple, sensing something was off, looked closely. Contrary to his claim of immediately finding the wallet’s owner, the man with the hat went straight to the rarely used bathroom instead of the sofa where the couple was sitting. It was suspicious that he came out almost immediately after entering.

“Did anyone else use the bathroom after that man?”

“Uh… probably just me? A client complained about the smell in the men’s urinal, so I closed the door and cleaned it until a little while ago.”

Manager answered while checking the footage.

“Yes. I’m sure I’m the only one who went in.”

With that, Manager seemed to realize something and looked up at Jungeol. Manager and Jungeol headed to the restroom simultaneously. The couple followed, looking hopeful, while Yoochan, who hadn’t yet figured out what was happening, followed them curiously.

“What’s going on? Why are you doing this?”

While Yoochan peeked around, trying to see what was happening as the four entered the bathroom stall, Manager found something and shouted loudly.

“Hey! There’s something here!”

“What? Money? Is the money there?”

Yoochan tried to peek in, but Jungeol’s head blocked his view. Jungeol asked Manager instead.

“Is it there?”

“Yes. There are several 50,000 won bills here.”

Manager stood up, holding the money. Yoochan, standing behind the relieved couple, asked.

“Did you find the money?”

Jungeol nodded at Yoochan. Seeing Manager hand the money to the couple, Yoochan sighed in relief.

“Do you want to report this? Should we call the police for you?”

Outside, Manager asked the couple. The couple exchanged looks, seemingly considering it, but then shook their heads, deciding against it. They didn’t want to deal with the hassle of going to the police station since they had found the money.

“We’ll contact you if we need the CCTV footage later.”

The man, satisfied that they had found the money, wrapped his arm around the woman’s shoulder and moved towards the door. Just then, Jungeol, who was standing next to Yoochan, silently moved to close the door, blocking the man’s way.

Startled, the man looked up at Jungeol. Jungeol looked at the man, gestured for Yoochan to come closer, and spoke politely.

“Don’t you have something to say to my friend?”

Standing behind the stiffening couple, Yoochan finally let his anger show, frowning and glaring at them menacingly. The couple, sandwiched between two imposing figures, hesitated before offering a half-hearted apology.

Annoyed by the insincere apology, Jungeol frowned, but Yoochan, with his hands on his hips, looked down at the man and said,

“Alright, I’ll accept it.”

Jungeol shifted his gaze to Yoochan, who shrugged casually, indicating that he was okay.

Yoochan, who had already lowered his arms, was looking at Jungeol calmly. As if his job was done, Yoochan stood silently until the woman pulled the man’s arm, and they left. Then, Yoochan suddenly smiled, picked up Gaang, who had approached, and laughed. Jungeol’s frown disappeared, and he smiled wearily.

“Losing money is frustrating, so you have to understand that. Besides, I got an apology.”

When Jungeol asked about the incident on the way home with Yoochan and Gaang after work, Yoochan answered cheerfully.

“But it felt good to see you trust me, Hyung. And Jaehyeok Hyung supported me until you arrived. Taeho Hyung too…”

Yoochan added joyfully, sinking into the warm seat. Jungeol chuckled and replied playfully.

“I know 300,000 won is less than your daily allowance.”

“Is that why you trusted me? Because my mom has money? That’s a bit disappointing, Hyung.”

Yoochan jumped up and shouted, making Jungeol smirk while keeping his eyes on the road. Yoochan, looking anxious, leaned towards the driver’s seat and asked.

“Is it true? Did you trust me because of that?”

Jungeol shook his head, smiling. Yoochan squinted doubtfully. Feeling Yoochan’s sharp gaze, Jungeol exhaled calmly. Like the other staff, he couldn’t imagine Yoochan doing something bad.

The confused expression Yoochan had among the crowd was vivid, but now he was cheerfully playing with Gaang. Seeing Yoochan quickly recover and laugh made Jungeol’s mood improve.

It was always like that with Yoochan. Just having him around was like basking in pleasant sunshine, naturally easing stress and banishing negative thoughts.

“By the way, Hyung, aren’t you hungry? Taeho Hyung said you hardly ate today.”

After arriving at Jungeol’s house, Yoochan asked with concern if Jungeol had eaten properly. Only then did Jungeol realize he hadn’t had a decent meal. Although he had been quite hungry around dinnertime, he wasn’t feeling very hungry now. Instead, he craved something else.

As Yoochan put Gaang down and took off his shoes, Jungeol pulled Yoochan’s arm and kissed him. The intent behind the gesture was clear, and as their lips parted, Yoochan playfully said,

“You know, Hyung, you’re surprisingly eager.”

Jungeol, having no intention of arguing, smiled and took off his ring, placing it on the side table. He kissed Yoochan’s lips again. Yoochan, unable to hide his joy, quickly unzipped his jacket. After hurriedly taking off his sweater, Yoochan helped Jungeol remove his coat.

As soon as the coat hit the floor, Yoochan’s nose touched Jungeol’s. Jungeol placed his hand on Yoochan’s waist and kissed him. Yoochan wrapped his arms around Jungeol’s neck and suddenly jumped up, clinging to him. Jungeol’s body, which had been neglected due to recent scheduling issues, momentarily swayed under Yoochan’s increased weight from military training. However, Jungeol quickly regained his balance and supported Yoochan’s thighs.

They headed straight to Jungeol’s room. Gaang, who had been following them, rushed ahead and plopped down on the cushion next to the bed.

Jungeol playfully tossed Yoochan onto the bed and immediately unbuckled his pants. As he pulled down the zipper and underwear, Yoochan’s penis sprang out, and Jungeol took it into his mouth. Yoochan let out a soft moan.

“Ah….”

Jungeol removed Yoochan’s pants and moved his head. As the tip of Yoochan’s penis touched the rough roof of his mouth, Yoochan bent his knees and lifted his hips. The dry lips brushing against the shaft sent a thrilling sensation. Now completely naked, Yoochan placed both hands on Jungeol’s head and mischievously asked,

“Can I do to you what you do to me?”

Yoochan was referring to Jungeol’s rough behavior when receiving oral sex. Jungeol made a sound like a deflating balloon, and Yoochan gently pressed Jungeol’s head down, rubbing the tip of his penis deep into his throat.

“Ah… ah, shit. This feels so good….”

With both hands pressing down on Jungeol’s head, Yoochan unconsciously moved his hips. He wondered if this was what sex with a penis would feel like.

“Ah… ah…!”

As Yoochan tilted his chin up, biting his lower lip and moving his hips wildly, he felt Jungeol’s finger slowly entering him and laughed, twisting his body.

“Ah, ah, I was just kidding. Ah!”

However, the finger did not stop and went deeper into the hole. With Jungeol’s mouth sucking the front and his finger stirring the back, Yoochan couldn’t think straight. After a while, Jungeol’s lips released the tip of Yoochan’s penis, and the finger stimulating the inner walls also slipped out. Yoochan, who had his eyes closed and was feeling the sensations with his hand under the pillow, looked down curiously.

Jungeol slid his hand under Yoochan’s relaxed body and turned him over. As Yoochan’s cheek hit the pillow, he furrowed one brow. Jungeol lifted Yoochan’s hips, putting him in a doggy-style position. Suddenly in this position, Yoochan lifted his head from the pillow and asked,

“Do you like doing it from behind, Hyung? Lately, it seems like we mostly do it from behind.”

“Don’t you like it? Should we do it face to face?” Jungeol asked in response.

“No, it’s not that I don’t like it.”

Yoochan shook his head and rested his chin comfortably on the pillow. As Jungeol’s hand, along with the oil, penetrated him, Yoochan let out a short moan in response.

“I just thought Hyung might prefer this.”

“When we do it face to face, you keep pushing me away with your feet.”

“Did I do that?”

Yoochan hadn’t intended to do that, but he recalled thrashing around whenever the intense stimulation became too much. While Yoochan was reflecting on his actions, Jungeol quickly prepared Yoochan with his fingers and then positioned his penis at the entrance. The blunt thickness, different from his fingers, made Yoochan gulp. Soon, the penis slid in smoothly.

“Uh… ah….”

“Does it hurt?”

Yoochan gripped the pillow tightly and said,

“Every time we do it, it feels intense again because we get used to it and then are apart… ah… ah… ugh!”

Still, perhaps because of their intimacy the night before, the penis entered more easily today. Feeling the fullness inside him, Yoochan panted as Jungeol wrapped an arm around his neck and began to move his hips.

“Ugh! Uh! Ugh!”

“Relax your hips.”

At those words, Yoochan released the tension in his stiff upper body and leaned into Jungeol. Jungeol wrapped his hand around Yoochan’s saliva-soaked penis and gently stroked it.

“Ah, uh, huh, huh…!”

Jungeol listened to Yoochan’s moans and lightly bit his nape. He tickled it with his tongue and sucked hard with his lips, leaving a red mark next to the leopard tattoo.

“Ah! Hyung! Don’t… don’t suck! Ugh…!”

Yoochan quickly covered the spot with his hand and urgently said. During his last leave, Jungeol had left marks on Yoochan’s body, which led to teasing from his superiors about how passionate his nights with his girlfriend must have been.

Remembering Yoochan’s complaints over the phone, Jungeol whispered an apology in his ear. He had forgotten Yoochan’s request not to leave marks, tempted by the sight of his tanned nape.

Yoochan reassured Jungeol by grabbing his forearm, which was wrapped around his neck, with both hands and moving his hips. Perhaps because of the angle, every time Jungeol moved, the penis forcefully pulled the entrance upwards.

The size was overwhelming and challenging, but the sensation of the flesh filling him completely and thrusting against his stretched inner walls was exhilarating.

“Ah, ugh, ugh, ugh…!”

Yoochan’s moans poured out in rhythm with Jungeol’s movements. Jungeol, who had been holding Yoochan’s neck, wrapped his arm around Yoochan’s waist and pulled him close. After pushing his penis in to the root and grinding slowly, Yoochan trembled and tightened his hole.

“Ugh….”

Jungeol kissed Yoochan’s shoulder and then rubbed the tip of his glans with his fingertips. The stimulation was too intense, and Yoochan grabbed Jungeol’s wrist to stop him. Jungeol began to thrust his hips lightly again and licked Yoochan’s nape.

“Ah….”

Jungeol’s careful caresses and rhythmic thrusts made Yoochan furrow his brow. He shook Jungeol’s wrist, which was holding his penis, urging him on. Jungeol complied, gripping Yoochan’s penis tightly and moving his hand quickly up and down.

“Huh, huh, huh, huh…!”

Feeling his climax approaching, Yoochan began to move his body on his own. Jungeol released his penis and pushed Yoochan’s back. Yoochan fell face down on the bed, and Jungeol firmly grasped his hips with both hands. With one knee propped up, Jungeol pulled Yoochan’s body forcefully towards him.

“Huh! Huh! Huh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh… ah… huh…!”

The sound of their skin slapping together echoed loudly. Yoochan gripped the sheet, lifting his hips in response, his forehead furrowed and his neck stretched out.

“Ah…! Ah, ugh…!”

The sensation of his prostate being crushed made Yoochan’s hips twitch. Jungeol, undeterred, continued to move his hips, kissing Yoochan.

“Huh…!”

Yoochan convulsed, tightening his hole around Jungeol’s penis. Jungeol, realizing Yoochan had climaxed, thrust even harder.

“Ah…! Ugh…!”

The intense sensation in his sensitive inner walls made Yoochan writhe, tensing his lower abdomen. Feeling his own climax approaching, Jungeol flipped Yoochan over while still inside him.

Yoochan naturally wrapped his arms around Jungeol’s neck and kissed him. Jungeol let out a low moan at Yoochan’s eager kiss and suddenly pulled him close, pushing his penis deep inside.

“Huh….”

“Haah….”

A soft moan mixed with a sweet sigh escaped Jungeol’s lips as he rested his head on Yoochan’s shoulder. Exhausted, Yoochan also embraced Jungeol, panting heavily.

Jungeol lightly kissed Yoochan’s cheek, then got up and put on his pants. He put on the ring that was on the side table and found a wet tissue to clean Yoochan’s body. Yoochan looked at him and said,

“Hyung, let’s use a condom next time.”

Jungeol nodded and asked,

“Don’t you like it without?”

Yoochan shook his head, feeling embarrassed, and hugged the pillow.

“I like it, but it’s a hassle to clean up. The blanket gets dirty too. If we use a condom, we can just wipe off and lie down together for a bit. It feels gross with the semen. Ah… I’ll go wash up.”

As Jungeol’s hand reached towards the hole filled with semen, Yoochan quickly snatched the wet tissue and awkwardly stood up. Holding his bottom to prevent the semen from leaking, he rushed to the bathroom. Only then did he notice Gaang watching him from the floor, and he laughed embarrassedly.

The first time Yoochan and Jungeol had sex in front of Gaang was during Yoochan’s first leave as a private first class. At that time, Gaang was still not fully trained, and Taeho had other things to do, so they had no choice but to be together. Every time Yoochan moaned, Gaang would bark in sync, causing both of them much embarrassment.