INFB Ch 28

Furthermore, Jaegyu knew his back hole better than he did. Since that day when Jaegyu touched his back hole for hours on end, they had met twice more, and those two times had involved similar acts being repeated.

Which meant that Jaegyu had only shoved his fingers into his back hole. Meanwhile, Seobin took Jaegyu’s member into his mouth. He had even assumed the utterly scandalous position where he lay upside down on top of Jaegyu, sucking his member while Jaegyu touched his back hole.

At any rate, there was no need for Jaegyu to ask about the well-being of his back hole. This was nothing more and nothing less than a cheap, low-grade taunt.

Yet Seobin could neither get angry nor ignore it. He had no choice but to avert his gaze while feigning serene composure.

“…Yes. I applied it.”

However, looking at the outer rims of Seobin’s ears, which turned red as if blood were about to seep out at any moment, Jaegyu easily noticed that a tsunami was raging inside his mind.

Whenever he witnessed that quiet commotion so unique to Seobin, he couldn’t stop teasing him like a low-class punk. He felt as though he were rubbing and kneading the fair buttocks of a noble angel—how could he possibly stop?

Still, there was no need to make him cry here, so perhaps he should leave it at that.

Jaegyu loosened his grip on the arm wrapping around Seobin’s waist. Sensing that like a hawk, Seobin leapt down from Jaegyu’s lap like a frightened cat. He then scurried over to the corner of the sofa.

Crossing his legs, Jaegyu watched Seobin before getting straight to the main point.

“Where’s the money?”

At those words, Seobin straightened his back. His expression brightened subtly, making him look like an exemplary student holding a report card with a single top mark written on it.

“I brought it.”

Seobin unzipped his backpack, which had been resting on its side. He reached deep inside and rummaged around, but as the backpack tilted sideways, it ended up falling to the floor. Seobin quickly caught the bag, but the contents had already spilled completely out of its wide-open mouth.

“Ah…”

Seobin clicked his tongue with subtle annoyance and began picking them up one by one. Jaegyu’s grey eyes moved along with Seobin’s hands.

A thick major textbook, a thin pencil case, a worn luxury wallet, and the prestigious university student ID card that had slipped out from it.

They were items that represented Seobin’s identity. At the same time, they were pieces of a daily life in a completely different dimension from Jaegyu’s.

“…”

The corners of Jaegyu’s mouth dimpled deeply past his cheeks before returning to normal.

Seobin quickly finished tidying up. Then, without fail today as well, he held out a crisp envelope with both hands. Written on it in neat, clear handwriting—which was now familiar to the eyes—were Seobin’s words:

14,000,000

It was a clean, exact figure. There were no messy thousand-won bills mixed in, nor was the money absurdly short. Of course, it was far from enough to cover all the debt Seobin had failed to repay so far, but the fact that he had brought this month’s portion was what mattered.

It was all thanks to Jaegyu. It was thanks to Jaegyu calling Seobin several times a week this month and giving him nearly millions of won in tips on top of that.

“…”

Letting out a long plume of cigarette smoke with a huu, Jaegyu accepted it with one hand. Rubbing his thumb over Seobin’s handwriting, he casually tossed the envelope back over his shoulder. A syndicate member standing nearby quickly caught it. Then, as always, he began counting the amount inside the envelope.

Seobin was watching it with quite a proud face. Even though he had been crouching as if stripped completely naked before, he seemed immensely satisfied to have met the target amount.

Seeing that, Jaegyu let out a sneering laugh.

“You look like you’re in a good mood.”

At the words thrown in his signature low voice, Seobin opened his already large eyes even wider. His pretty pupils rolled around, and his slender jaw moved up and down.

“…A little bit. It’s the first time I’ve repaid the money like this, after all.”

“If you’re happy, I’m happy too.”

Jaegyu curled the corners of his lips up wickedly. His eyes, however, were not smiling.

If seeing Seobin smile made him feel irritated, was it because his disposition was far too twisted?

…Of course it’s twisted, fuck. Had he ever once wished for his happiness, even for a split second? Rather, he desperately wished for him to be miserable.

Acknowledging his thoroughly twisted nature only made him even more annoyed.

Just how good was his mood that he went around showing off his bright, sparkling face with his hair cut short, without even getting scared after seeing a lump of meat carried out beaten to a pulp?

It made him angry and frustrated that the misery he diligently poured over him seemed to have little effect. His fingertips tingled with the urge to grab Seobin with both hands, squeeze him tight, and burst him open. And then he’d lick away every single drop of his blood dripping between his fingers.

Jaegyu crossed his legs the other way. Smothering the cigarette butt out in the crystal ashtray, he asked in a casual tone:

“Should we meet more often from now on?”

“Pardon?”

“At night, I mean.”

Seobin blinked rapidly. At night. More often. Repeating those words in his head, he grasped the meaning a beat late.

“Ah…”

Surprisingly, the moment Seobin processed the offer, his heart fluttered a little. It wasn’t because he was looking forward to the acts with Jaegyu, but because he was looking forward to seeing himself pay off his debt again next month.

They had met four times this month alone, so if it was more often than that, how many times was he talking about? Six times? Or eight times? Either way, it meant at least 6,000,000 or 8,000,000 won…

Seobin bit his lower lip inward and released it.

It was an offer he could never refuse. Moreover, except for their first meeting, the acts were merely embarrassing rather than painful or unbearable, making it even more tempting.

Of course, tears would naturally spring forth every time Jaegyu obsessively gouged into his hole with his fingers, but that sensation and emotion disconnected the moment he stepped out of Mae Daebu. Even their meeting a few days ago felt distant and hazy like an old memory.

The problem, however, was that he couldn’t be certain whether the acts with Jaegyu would continue to be this easy in the future.

While all their other meetings were faint, he remembered their very first act with crystal clarity. The pain that had caused him to sob and suffer for a whole week was etched into his bones, making it impossible to forget even if he tried.

As Seobin hesitated, scratching his knee with his fingernails, Jaegyu pulled out a new cigarette and spoke:

“It’s good if you earn a lot of money.”

“…”

It was true. Earning a lot of money was good. Why wouldn’t it be?

Besides, exams were approaching soon. If he met Jaegyu frequently, that much more money would come in. Perhaps he might even be able to take a break from the construction site work and the restaurant work for a month—no, even for just a single week. Then his study time would increase, allowing him to take his exams with ease.

It was an immense temptation for Seobin.

Because studying, graduating, and getting a job were the only ways to escape this damn situation. Because that was the only lifeline Seobin could grasp.

Swallowing his saliva, Seobin nodded his head.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

“What would you like?”

Jaegyu asked back while exhaling cigarette smoke. Seobin answered offhandedly.

“Meeting more often at night.”

“…”

At that, Jaegyu’s eyes narrowed finely. Seobin blinked his eyes with a clear face before letting out a short gasp, ah, and then mumbled stammeringly in a barely audible voice:

“Meeting Hyung… more often at night, and me… selling my body.”

The last part was so quiet it was almost inaudible. Seobin squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He felt embarrassed—because there were far too many people in the office.

“…”

Jaegyu was delightfully observing Seobin’s cheeks turn from pale to red. Then, uncrossing his legs, he rested his elbows on both thighs and leaned his upper body toward Seobin. As Jaegyu drew closer, Seobin’s gaze turned toward him like a magnet. Looking straight into his amber eyes, Jaegyu spoke:

“Go over there.”

“What?”

“I’ll be there within an hour.”

At the sudden announcement, embarrassment seeped across Seobin’s entire face.

Jaegyu tried to get up as if the conversation were over. Seobin quickly grabbed Jaegyu’s wrist. Normally, he would have grabbed his shirt sleeve, but since his sleeves were rolled up, he ended up grabbing his bare skin. Unlike the chaotically etched tattoos, smooth flesh was felt.

“What.”

Frowning slightly, Jaegyu looked at Seobin. Startled belatedly, Seobin quickly let go. He then stammeringly laid out his circumstances:

“Uh… well, I, I have… a tutoring session.”