GBAS 8

It couldn’t be true.

If the concept of being impotent, meaning sexually dysfunctional, refers to the presence or absence of “it,” Hyunwoo was confident. Hyunwoo’s “it” was very much attached. Every time he went to the bathhouse with his father, he heard, “Wow, that’s a good one,” and since puberty, he was so tired of the guys who peeked every time he went to the bathroom that there was nothing wrong with his hardware.

It was all because of the software.

An extremely conservative view of love that would be considered unusual these days. That was the problem.

‘Why would I do it if I don’t love them? I’m only going to do it with the person I’m going to marry.’

Isn’t it disgusting for those guys to do it when they don’t even like each other? Jiwoo shook his head as he watched Hyunwoo, who was expressing his sincere feelings.

“……Goodness.”

A guy who looks closer to promiscuous than pure from a kilometer away is a stuffy premarital chastity Confucian boy. Six months was a long time for a slowpoke who kept hitting the brakes every time he wanted to take the next step.

But no matter what others said, Hyunwoo was sincere. He had no intention of having a physical relationship with someone he didn’t truly love.

He had been asked what it would be like if, by any chance, he happened to meet such a person early on. Every time, Hyunwoo made the same unwavering argument. Wouldn’t a relationship with someone so compatible be satisfying even with just mental exchange? Wouldn’t that be the perfect form of love?

…But why am I thinking about this now?

“Sigh….”

Last night was truly an unforgettable time for Hyunwoo. Following the sudden announcement of a relationship between the male guild master and the new male guild member, another two men kissed.

Fuck.

Thinking about it again made him feel disgusted. How could men do something that even their girlfriend would find repulsive?

The memory was hazy because he was so drunk, but the thing that disgusted him the most was the slightest hint of excitement in Kwon Seonwoong’s expression as Jooin held his chin. At the time, it was so, so disgusting that he felt like throwing up.

There was another thing that grated on Hyunwoo’s nerves. While he was lying sprawled out on the lawn after drinking a lot of penalty drinks, Hyunwoo lost the single room he had luckily drawn in the king game.

He had been waiting for the time to fall asleep, rolling around on a bed twice the size of his studio apartment’s super single mattress, and it all went down the drain.

He didn’t even want a white knight, but someone suddenly intervened…. If he hadn’t been so pissed, he wouldn’t have had to drink the penalty drinks, and if that hadn’t happened, he wouldn’t have lost his precious single room….

As he recalled the infuriating events, his hazy consciousness gradually became clearer.

“Ugh….”

Hyunwoo groaned and wriggled, pulling the warm lump nestled in his arms closer and lifting the corners of his mouth.

The guild master must be rich. It was supposed to be a vacant villa, but the blankets smelled nice. And a body pillow that also provides warmth. I should ask him where he bought it when I see him later.

As his sleep slowly faded, he could hear the sound of people talking outside the room. It seemed like it was time to get up. Hyunwoo stretched, extending his shoulders.

But something was strange.

‘Why is my body so stiff? Did I do gymnastics in the moonlight or something?’

Sometimes, when he drank a lot, he would have body aches the next day as if he had been beaten up. It felt like muscle pain in an unfamiliar area, but it was probably similar.

Hyunwoo, who didn’t think much of it, tried to hug the warm lump of blanket again when he felt a smooth touch on his fingertips.

…What is this?

Startled, Hyunwoo fumbled around the area to check what he had touched.

‘Ah.’

The moment he realized what the soft, smooth texture was, the memory of last night flashed through his mind.

The night sky he saw lying on the lawn, the wooden stick he forcibly pulled out, the older brother and sister who supported him on either side, himself leaning against the bed and rambling on about his love life, and the one in front of him who kept hitting his chest to stop his hiccups….

‘Baek Jooin?’

No way. That can’t be true.

…Really?

Fully awake, Hyunwoo slightly lifted one eyelid. What he saw below his chin was….

“…….”

It was indeed the black hair of someone he knew well, someone who shouldn’t be there.

At this point, let’s go back and recall the answer to the question we posed earlier.

1. When do accidents occur most often?

That’s right. Generally, accidents occur most frequently when one is careless. And the scale of the accident tended to be larger when one rashly judged that such a thing would never happen.

A good example is yesterday’s situation.

Being dumped, wondering if there’s something wrong with me, feeling like nothing is going right, feeling depressed, drinking a lot. And right in front of you is the person who made you feel bad, and there’s no one to stop your loose lips.

‘This is crazy.’

Something had gone very, very wrong.

He wanted to check what had happened quickly, but it was difficult because he had closed his eyes pretending to be asleep. Having no other choice, Hyunwoo decided to rely on his sense of touch to make a guess.

Hyunwoo collected the data he felt from all directions while minimizing his movements. And as time passed, the more he pieced together the clues, the more Hyunwoo’s face turned blue.

Just what happened that he could only feel bare legs under the blanket?

He tried to recall the repeatedly interrupted memories, but he couldn’t remember anything other than his chest hurting from the incessant hiccups.

‘I can’t wake him up and ask….’

It was at the moment he was about to secretly open his eyes to peek at Baek Jooin, who wasn’t moving a single finger. Jooin, who had been nestled quietly in his arms, slowly sat up.

“…….”

A small sigh echoed in the quiet room. Jooin sat on the edge of the bed, and Hyunwoo felt his gaze on his closed eyelids, as if he was looking at him.

Flip-

Not long after, the sound of the blanket being pulled back, the bed creaking, and the sound of footsteps sticking to and peeling off the wooden floor followed. Where is he going? Just as he was about to slightly open his eyes to follow his movements, a rattling sound followed by Jooin’s small moan could be heard.

“……!”

What unfolded before Hyunwoo was Jooin’s back as he stood precariously, holding onto the bed frame.

The white t-shirt Jooin was wearing looked too big, as if he had borrowed it. Whether his clothes were caught on the metal frame or not, Jooin, standing at the edge of the bed, was struggling while holding onto the hem of his shirt. As the clothes that were caught in the gap slipped out and lifted upwards, Jooin’s pale, thin legs were revealed underneath.

‘Wh, what…!’

Just as a surprised Hyunwoo was darting his eyes around, flustered, and trying to close his eyes again, something trickled down the inside of Jooin’s thigh.

What is that.

Hyunwoo, startled by the unexpected sight, stiffened, and the blood drained from his face. Even though he advocated for premarital chastity, he wasn’t so stupid as to not know what that was and what this situation meant.

Jooin moved toward what appeared to be the bathroom door, seemingly oblivious to what was flowing down his leg. He pulled the doorknob and disappeared inside.

Click-

The bathroom door closed, and soon after, the sound of pouring water could be heard.

Only then did Hyunwoo open his eyes wide and sit up. He looked around the bed he had been lying on and the room, and then, upon discovering his naked body under the white blanket, he put his hand to his forehead.

Why, why. Why in the world.

Why did everything turn out like this whenever it involved Baek Jooin?

‘Let’s just do it once.’

To make matters worse, the memories from last night, which he thought he had forgotten, flooded back.

“Fuck….”

I’m screwed.

👾🎮

The next day, lunchtime.

He didn’t know how time had passed since then.

It seemed like there was a strange event on the beach yesterday afternoon, and in the evening, it seemed like they almost started a forest fire while trying to build a campfire.

“Hey.”

Until just a moment ago, he thought he was lying on the lawn, lost in thought….

“Hey, Jeon Hyunwoo!”

When he came to his senses, he was standing in the ocean, and Jooin was sitting under a parasol on the beach, fiddling with a guitar.

He felt like he needed to talk to Baek Jooin, but he couldn’t figure out how to start the conversation or what he wanted to say.

A refreshing spray of seawater poured over Hyunwoo’s back as he stood there with a serious expression.

“Why are you posing again?”

“Please just leave me alone.”

“What the heck. Who took care of you after you got wasted yesterday? Unnie, look at this ungrateful jerk.”

Han Jiwoo, who was floating on a yellow tube, glared at Hyunwoo with a disgusted expression and tattled to Rainy Day, Harim.

“After we kindly let him join us.”

“Let him join us? He dragged us here.”

“They’re leaving the island after lunch. When are we going to come here again? We should enjoy it while we’re here.”

“I’m good.”

“Oh, what’s his problem again? Fine. Go, go! Your loss, not mine.”

Wow, the water is so clear. Hyunwoo left Jiwoo, who was splashing around with Harim, laughing happily, and stepped out of the water. He took off his soaked t-shirt and wrung out the water.

As Hyunwoo patted his wrinkled t-shirt and put it back on, he heard someone call out, “Hey!” Turning his head towards the sound, he saw Jiwoo waving his hand and shouting.

“Choi Neoksal said let’s have another drink in Seoul! You’re coming, right?”

That damn alcohol, alcohol, alcohol. He was sick of it.

Already exhausted, Hyunwoo listlessly shook his head, and Jiwoo’s expression contorted as if he had seen something strange. It was unbelievable that Jeon Hyunwoo, who had drunk all those strong penalty drinks and still walked around fine, was refusing a drink.

“Hey! Don’t play hard to get!”

When Jiwoo raised his voice, Hyunwoo waved him off and turned around.

“Hey, hey!”

Leaving behind the sound of his name being called, Hyunwoo walked along the small path leading to the accommodations.