CRANK 34

I was about to snap back at him, asking if he was talking nonsense, when a large hand reached for the nape of my neck, and Woo Dobin’s face slowly leaned in. This is a real kiss. Woo Dobin was trying to kiss me. Should I push him away? Ah, but what if his shoulder hurts? What if he gets hurt again? Should I just avoid it…. But honestly… it didn’t feel bad, so did I really have to avoid it?

“Sunbae.”

Woo Dobin, who had come to a dead stop right in front of my lips, opened his mouth. It felt as if his low voice had entered my ears and was vibrating through my entire body. It was a distance where it felt like even the sound of me swallowing—gulp—could be heard. I could feel his eyelashes trembling.

“You don’t have to… be so scared.”

What? Woo Dobin, who smiled somewhat bitterly, lightly tapped my lips with his finger and moved away. In an instant, Woo Dobin withdrew the arms that had been trapping me and widened the distance. Is this… it?

“I was the one who was too, um…. impatient last time, and if you don’t like it, I won’t do it.”

“No, but you already gave me a peck….”

Hup, I covered my mouth with both hands. Is this it? Didn’t you already kiss me? Doesn’t it sound like I’m the one feeling disappointed? That Woo Dobin didn’t give me a real kiss. Crazy, that can’t be true.

“Please let that one slide. If I can’t even do that while we’re living in the same house, I would be too….”

In no time, Woo Dobin, who was a few steps away, opened the wardrobe and pulled out a black tracksuit to put on. He winced slightly when he put his right arm through, but it was smooth enough.

“Too restless.”

Woo Dobin, wearing the tracksuit, chuckled. Wait a second…. A tracksuit? Only then did I realize something strange and stared intently at Woo Dobin.

“Why? It makes me feel even more restless when you stare at me like that.”

“Hey, you….”

Clack, I opened the wardrobe door. The roomy shirt and cotton pants that Woo Dobin wore to the filming set, and a dapper coat, were hanging there.

“What is this?”

“…Uh….”

Memories flashed through my mind quickly. December 31st, when Woo Dobin came to my house. Woo Dobin, who had come wearing a roomy shirt and cotton pants, brought a tracksuit from his car and changed. Right here in this room. That means, in other words….

“When you said you had no clothes back then….”

Even when he came with only a towel wrapped around his waist because his clothes were wet and he couldn’t wear them, this wardrobe in this room had clothes like this asleep inside.

“You….”

“I forgot too.”

Woo Dobin cut me off and said urgently.

“What?”

“Maybe it’s because I was so out of it back then. I forgot that I changed clothes here.”

As if it were the truth, Woo Dobin licked his lips and met my gaze.

“If not, why would I have gone to the hospital in such cold weather wearing your younger brother’s shorts and a tight-fitting padded jacket? Unless I was crazy.”

Is that so…? When I thought about it like that, it made sense.

“I was also wondering what to wear when I went to the filming set today, and only then did I remember.”

I looked back and forth between the wardrobe and Woo Dobin with a suspicious gaze. Woo Dobin, who quickly approached and closed the wardrobe door again, stood in front of me with an innocent face. Then, as if trying to change the subject, he cleared his throat and spoke.

“Aren’t you going to sleep? You seem tired.”

“Oh? Oh, uh…. I should.”

Now that I think about it, it was four in the morning. I didn’t have time to be doing this. Since filming was scheduled for tomorrow as well, but why was it? My feet wouldn’t move, so I stood in the middle of the room for no reason and looked around once more.

“Is… is there anything uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s great.”

“You’re sure you’re not cold, right?”

“…Yes.”

“Hmm…. If you think you need an electric pad, let me know…. And….”

Woo Dobin tilted his head with a puzzled look.

“Sunbae?”

“Huh?”

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to get the wrong idea.”

“What?”

I looked at Woo Dobin, startled. Get the wrong idea, why?

Woo Dobin, who had a subtle smile, gently raised his body from the bed. Only then did I grasp the situation of what I was doing. At a time past four in the morning, a person who had come back after filming until now was… not only asking why he didn’t kiss me when he had already given me a peck, but was even dragging things out by asking useless questions.

“I, I’m going!”

I ran out of the room in a hurry without even looking at Woo Dobin’s face. Bang—I shut the door so hard I thought it would break, and because the heat rose to my face, I stood there like a stone Buddha for a long time.

This makes no sense. I covered my face with both hands. Hot heat rose. Without realizing it, I traced my lips with my index finger. …Fuck.

I was feeling disappointed, I was. By Woo Dobin’s kiss.

I was riding on top of a stark-naked Woo Dobin. The chest of Woo Dobin that reached my hands was solid. As I kneaded and molested his well-defined chest, I kissed him as if I were pouncing on him.

Just like Woo Dobin had done, I grabbed the nape of his neck and pushed my lips against his. I scanned his even teeth and tickled his palate. As if I felt wronged that I had just stood there blankly last time, I took the lead in the kiss.

Woo Dobin’s member, which was poking at my hip, was incredibly large, but strangely, it looked like it was obscured by something, so I couldn’t see it well. I wriggled my waist and deliberately glared at Woo Dobin’s member while rubbing against it. That rock-hard erection was moving as if it would tear my pajama pants apart.

Woo Dobin let out a stifled groan as if it were hard to hold back, and I looked down at him with satisfaction.

“Sunbae, too… too….”

Looking at me with moist eyes full of liquid, Woo Dobin leaned in close to my ear. Before I knew it, my fully erect member was twitching and bumping into Woo Dobin’s perfectly sculpted abs. At the pleasure I had felt for the first time in my life, a moan leaked out on its own.

Grasping my member over my pajamas, Woo Dobin whispered subtly.

“It’s too… delicious.”

Gasp, I woke up from my dream, startled. As I jumped up to sit, my whole body was damp.

Fuck, what kind of ridiculous dream is this? I kissed Woo Dobin. I reached out first, mixed our tongues, and moved my waist as if I were trying to seduce him. And what about my rock-hard erection?

Why on earth? No, that’s not it. Even if I allowed it a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand times, I could understand having that kind of business with Woo Dobin. I must be sexually frustrated. I’ve lived for nearly ten years without a single kiss, and after doing such a stimulating thing, it’s possible I’d have such absurd fantasies.

But what on earth is that dog-like remark? Delicious? Why on earth did such a perverted-ass remark appear in my dream… why…. The comments I saw last time flashed through my head. The Sun God’s answer too.

1. A guy in my class told me I looked delicious, what does that mean?
2. It’s sexual harassment.

A sense of shame rushed over me rapidly. Sexual harassment, you say. Did I want to sexually harass Woo Dobin, or did I want to be sexually harassed?

Most of all, the most terrible thing was the fact that the inside of my pajamas was damp. With trembling hands, I carefully pushed back the blanket. Please…. let it be sweat….

But reality betrayed me once again. This is absurd. I had a wet dream. With Woo Dobin as the partner.