SWAP 117

“…….”

Saheon, feeling dizzy for many reasons, buried his face in Seoul’s shoulder.

It was because the reckless remarks he had made in front of Lee Seoul without knowing the truth were coming back to him one by one.

He had said to his face that they hadn’t had their first kiss yet, or questioned how someone who hadn’t even dated could have had a first kiss… Only then could he understand the Seoul of that time, who had talked back without backing down unlike his usual self. He understood why Seoul’s gaze had flickered and dropped like a toy that had run out of fuel at his reactions.

‘…Forget it. Why are we bickering over this. It’s a story that has nothing to do with you, so stop.’

‘…Sorry about earlier. Actually, you’re right. I lied without realizing it because I was embarrassed in front of the others.’

‘I haven’t had my first kiss either.’

‘No, I’m sorry….’

With what kind of heart had he apologized? Recalling that utterly dejected face, regret rushed in so strongly it felt as if his throat were tightening. Spitting out nonsense without knowing anything, fuck…. Even if he didn’t know, it was all too obvious what Lee Seoul must have thought while watching him dismiss it as if it had never happened at all. Thinking that Seoul must have suppressed his hurt and tried to act as if nothing were wrong made Saheon feel like his own chest was going to burst.

“I thought it was a dream.”

Saheon, having barely swallowed the curses that felt ready to jump out, whispered as he rubbed his eyes against Seoul’s shoulder.

Unlike a moment ago when he was shouting, crazed with jealousy, the man looked infinitely gloomy after learning the whole truth.

When no answer came from the person he was holding in his arms, he slowly lifted his head. The Seoul he faced had a somewhat blank expression. At that, Saheon, suddenly seized by urgency, hurriedly opened his mouth. This was not something that could be explained with just one such sentence.

“That day, kissing you…. I really just thought it was a dream.”

“…….”

“You were in an important period back then. Thinking that I was having shitty delusions about a kid who was struggling and even cutting back on sleep…. I decided things couldn’t go on like that. I judged that I should keep some distance at least until filming ended because of that…. Ha. I wasn’t avoiding you.”

Imagining how Seoul must have blamed his own heart while having such ridiculous misunderstandings during that long time made Saheon’s head burn. Even as he gritted his teeth, feeling the surge of boiling rage at himself, he used his open mouth to ceaselessly admit his faults.

There wasn’t a single pathetic excuse about being drugged by cold medicine or not knowing until now. He blamed his own stupidity while pressing kisses like a small bird pecking against the cheeks he had made wet several times.

I’m sorry, I was wrong. I’m sorry for forgetting. For making Lee Seoul suffer with my misunderstandings, hmm? I should have just endured it more. It was bad of me to cut off contact. I should have just stuck right by your side no matter what….

Mwah, mwah, mwah. Every bit of the echoing voice was sweet. The kisses that started on the cheek were now pouring over every corner of the face. Saheon, having bitten and licked the eyes, nose, and mouth—none of which had a single ugly part—groaned as if in pain.

His face is so tiny, too. He’s already shiny here and there after just a few licks. Finding that cute and precious, Saheon brought his forehead to Seoul’s and rubbed them together; Seoul, who had kindly offered his face, asked hesitatingly.

“Heon-ah.”

“Yeah.”

“Really, it wasn’t… because you knew I liked you and avoided me for that?”

It was as long as ten years. He didn’t think he could resolve every misunderstanding with just a few words. However, he couldn’t help his heart aching when he read the anxiety contained in Seoul’s gaze. Unable to hold back a surging sigh, Saheon muttered as if vomiting the words.

“Ha. Seoul-ah…. If I had known that, I wouldn’t have acted like this….”

Saheon was a man who had appeared on a variety show of his own accord—something he would never have done in a million years—just to hold onto Seoul when he suddenly declared his independence. If he had known they felt the same way, he wouldn’t have had any reason to show the side of Lee Seoul that only he knew to other bastards.

The time wasted on pointless “shoveling”—doing all that hard work for nothing—was already far too long.

Feeling terribly aggrieved by that one thing, Saheon exhaled another sigh and asked softly while wrapping his arms tightly around Seoul’s waist.

“So you thought I avoided you?”

Nod, nod. Seoul, who only gave a small tilt of his head, cautiously revealed his inner thoughts.

“You were with a girl back then….”

“…A girl?”

“Dajeong. Don’t you remember? I couldn’t get in touch with you so I went to find you, and you were with her…. I thought that was your answer. You even told me not to come to the graduation ceremony….”

Only after hearing that did Saheon’s face turn cold as he remembered which time Seoul was talking about. Ah, now that I think about it, we did run into each other then. He muttered it under his breath, but since he had no intention of explaining further, he brushed off the creeping memory as if it were a bug and answered casually.

“She just barged in on her own using the excuse of being at the same university. I don’t even remember her name well. I wasn’t interested.”

“…….”

“What else. Tell me everything that hurt your feelings.”

“…Then why did you avoid me a few days ago?”

“Ah….”

“I… saw that in the bathroom…. I thought you had noticed my feelings. So I thought you were avoiding me again.”

The butterfly effect stemming from a single misunderstanding was terrifyingly large. Saheon, who had never imagined his attitude would cause such a misunderstanding, let out a low groan. Realizing late that this was why Seoul’s attitude had been strange these past few days, Saheon loosened the arms that were wrapped around his waist. Then, he grabbed Seoul’s lean pelvis with both hands and jerked him down firmly.

It was the moment Seoul’s hips slid down and settled on Saheon’s thighs. Seoul’s face flushed hot as he blinked at the large foreign object felt suddenly. It was a physiological response a man couldn’t fail to recognize. Saheon’s penis, tucked against his left thigh, was swollen to the point of being tight. When Seoul, realizing this firsthand, shut his mouth as if he were holding honey, Saheon answered in a low voice.

“Because of this.”

“Ah, that….”

“Because just looking at your face made my dick twitch.”

“…….”

“I’m not a eunuch, so how could I not get hard after seeing that in the bathroom. I avoided you because I thought I’d get so hard it would be obvious if I touched you, but did that make you feel sad?”

Simultaneously with those words, thump, Saheon’s thigh buckled. Seoul, who involuntarily let out a shrill sound because the penis touching below was rubbed explicitly, hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand. The size felt through the thin pants was not ordinary. He had vaguely known it wasn’t a standard size, but this was, how should he put it…. He was dazed, wondering if the size he was gauging right now was truly correct.

“Seoul-ah, but I think it’s true that you’ve become bold…. Who gauges their lover’s dick size here, hmm?”

Along with the ridiculous frame-up, a large palm touched his waist. Without a chance to escape, he was held and pressed down softly. While he sucked in a breath—hup—at the way he seemed to be fixed in place, Saheon began to move his hips slowly as if to say he had the right answer.

“I’ll rub it for you, so gauge it carefully. We’re going to be close soon, so don’t be shy….”

“No, that’s not, it’s not like…!”

Gauge, my foot. The distressed Seoul shook his head, but he was still in his lover’s arms. The way Saheon rubbed his erect cock against the Seoul who was sitting on top of him was as messy as if they were actually fucking. The terrified Seoul put strength into his knees and struggled, but it was no use. Rather, at the fact that they touched more strongly the more he struggled, he gripped Saheon’s collar tightly with reddened eyes.

Lowering his gaze, Saheon watched Seoul’s every reaction without missing a beat.

He hadn’t even thrust upward with real strength, he had only rubbed lightly like child’s play, yet the back of Seoul’s neck was flushed bright red. It was true he was pestering him with excuses because he couldn’t hold back, but the advice not to be shy was sincere, so he laughed lowly and kissed the wet hair.

Originally, these things are better shown through actions rather than words. Deciding it was better to shake him until he lost his mind rather than watching him dig a hole for himself with strange misunderstandings, Saheon whispered as he pressed their heated lower halves together.

“I liked you before you liked me.”

“Heu-eut, wait, a m-moment…!”

“If you knew what kind of fucking imaginations I had about you while I was getting off, hmm? You’d faint, Seoul-ah….”

He was worried about the future since Seoul was already making crying sounds at just this much. Of course, he didn’t intend to go all the way here, so he only planned to make him lose his mind moderately.

How much filming is left. Saheon, who barely recalled today was the 10th day, gnashed his teeth. How was he to endure four days. Just as a sigh broke out at the thought that he wouldn’t even be able to kiss him, let alone do this, once they entered the house.

“I, I did it too….”

Seoul, who had at some point wrapped his arms tightly around Saheon’s neck, was murmuring something in a trembling voice. Saheon, feeling curious, bowed his head and asked back affectionately.

“What.”

“Those… imaginations… I had them too. It’s not… just you….”

Ah.

This really….