JKA 44

And so, the hellish week of midterms passed, and the deadlines for the onslaught of assignments were safely met. When a brief moment of rest finally arrived, Jiwoon felt a sincere desire to die for the first time in a long while. It was a day like any other, a day he ate the meal Zeo had prepared, worked on the video editing job that came his way, and fell asleep at a decent hour for a change.

He was somewhat tired, but not tired enough to die. The editing work from Seungyoon, who had sent it over asking for it to be done as quickly as possible now that midterms were over, was a nuisance, but not a nuisance to the point of wanting to die. Besides, he had been spending his recent days very diligently. He had done well on his assignments and had not done badly on his exams.

He got along well with Hanbyeol, too. He no longer ate lunch alone, and apart from being occasionally scolded by Zeo, nothing happened. The scolding was no different from nagging; they did not get into any particular fights. It was a succession of days as if nothing had happened, as if, that is, nothing at all had ever happened between Zeo and him.

So, that was probably the problem with what was happening right now.

“Ah…”

Jiwoon’s eyes flew open in the darkness. Seeing that the whole world was pitch-black, it seemed to be the dead of night, still a long way from dawn. Cold sweat was trickling down, making the small of his back damp, and the inside of his blanket was as hot as a sauna. And his lower body felt extremely sticky.

First, since it was hot enough to feel suffocating, Jiwoon threw off the blanket and sat up. Jiwoon still did not know where Zeo went after he fell asleep. At the very least, he knew for certain that they did not sleep in the same bed together. It was physically difficult for two men to sleep squeezed together in this narrow bed.

Jiwoon wiped his forehead with his hand, and felt moisture on the back of it. Then, Jiwoon instinctively looked around. Nothing was visible to his eyes, which had not yet adjusted to the darkness. But the dream he had just had was vivid. At this point, without weighing his options, Jiwoon quickly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Whether Zeo was there or not was not important. He had to escape to the bathroom right away. Thus, as soon as Jiwoon reached the bathroom door, he flicked on the light, then fled inside as if running away and stood leaning against the bathroom door. When his surroundings suddenly became too bright, his eyes were dazzled, making it hard to even open them properly.

Jiwoon, squinting his eyes shut, scrubbed the sweat that had even beaded on his palms against his t-shirt and hurriedly pulled down his pants and underwear together. What he saw then was, just as he had expected, his underwear soaked with a cloudy white liquid. Moreover, his lower half, tangled in the messy white fluid, was still semi-aroused.

“…Crazy.”

The moment he saw the sight, the dream replayed itself. It was a dream where he and Zeo were tangled together on the bed, naked. They held and rubbed each other’s genitals and kissed. In the dream, he had repeatedly called Zeo’s name. Except for when he had given him the name, Jiwoon had never called him Zeo since.

As he recalled the dream, his semi-aroused member grew even larger, its head lifting stiffly. Was it because his head was not working properly after waking up? Jiwoon felt his body gradually heat up in a daze. In response, Jiwoon instinctively lowered his hand and gripped his painfully swollen member.

“Heut…!”

It was not someone else’s hand, but his own that gripped his member. But his body trembled with a start and a moan escaped, as if someone else had stroked it for him. Tingle, a wave of pleasure shot up his spine, and Jiwoon lifted his cumbersome t-shirt to bite down on it, gripping his lower half with both hands and rubbing frantically.

“Mm, heup!”

Biting down hard on his t-shirt with his eyes closed, Jiwoon imagined Zeo. His fingers, his colder-than-average body temperature. And at that moment, from beyond the closed door, a familiar and low voice was heard.

“Open up.”

With both hands, he completely enveloped the glans and moved his hand quickly and roughly as if penetrating something. He had already come enough to soak his underwear. He had had a wet dream. And it had been about Zeo. But then he heard his voice.

Even now, what happened in the dream was replaying in his head. Jiwoon was moving his hand, imagining Zeo’s touch. But the moment he heard the voice from behind, the fantasy was dragged into reality. At this, Jiwoon felt as if the world before his eyes was turning completely white. A dizzying sensation traveled to his fingertips and toes, and his whole body tensed up.

His jaw, which had been biting the t-shirt like a gag, also clenched tight, and Jiwoon reached his climax in silence with his lips clamped shut. He could feel his member throbbing in his palm and ejaculating semen. The thick, sticky white fluid pooled between his fingers, then trickled down his still-stiff shaft.

His body went limp, and Jiwoon slowly, slid down to the floor. He felt the chill of the cold tile floor against his bare buttocks. Only then was Jiwoon able to snap back to his senses. In the middle of the night, there was only one person who could demand he open the bathroom door, and the owner of that familiar voice was also only one person.

With the heat rising from his lower body, his body trembling in fits, and his vision gradually adjusting to the light, Jiwoon realized he was completely in reality, not a dream. At that, goosebumps broke out all over his body. Had he really been sleeping alone in that dark room? Could Zeo have been sitting somewhere, watching him?

No, could he have called his name in his sleep? While all sorts of thoughts tangled in his head in confusion, the handle of the closed door behind him rattled. At this, Jiwowoon hurriedly tensed his back and leaned more tightly against the door, exclaiming urgently.

“I-I felt sick, so I was throwing up…”

“…”

“I-I think dinner d-didn’t agree with me…?”

“Bullshit. Do you masturbate when you have indigestion?”

He heard a dumbfounded voice, but Jiwoon first got up awkwardly, took off the rest of his pants and underwear, and reached for the toilet paper holder. Then he wiped his wet hand roughly and locked the door. At that, Zeo called out to Jiwoon from outside, even more irritated. Jiwoon, ignoring him, first turned on the faucet and began to scrub his hands.

The sound of Zeo’s calls grew faint over the sound of the pouring water. Frantically rubbing his hands, even lathering up meticulously with soap, Jiwoon cursed up a storm in his mind. What was this? It was like a bolt from the blue. It was completely unexpected. Who would have thought he would suddenly have a wet dream?

Next, Jiwoon picked up his underwear, which was lying sprawled on the tile floor. He knew there was no point in hiding it when he had already been caught, but he did not want to show Zeo his wet panties. While he placed the underwear in the sink and scrubbed it under the water, the locked door continued to rattle.

“Myeong Jiwoon, open the door while I’m asking nicely.”

“…”

“You think I’m doing this because I can’t open it?”

At those words, Jiwoon stopped his hands abruptly and turned his head. But he had no intention of meekly opening the door. It was not the first time he had a wet dream while sleeping, nor was it the first time he had a wet dream where Zeo appeared. And Jiwoon already had a record of being caught by Zeo for that very fact.

“P-please just p-pretend you don’t know.”

“What.”

Instead of answering, Jiwoon twisted and wrung out his underwear. When he lifted his head slightly, he saw his own face reflected in the mirror. Flushed red with a feeling of shame or something unknown, his face was such a mess that he was reluctant to show it to anyone. The face of Zeo who had appeared in his dream just now had been like that as well. It was a face he had never seen in reality.

He had thought it impossible to imagine him pouncing, wet with excitement, but it had appeared in his dream as if to taunt him. He was a being with a member that could get erect as Jiwoon wished, and could shoot something that was not semen. He had not gained any sexual satisfaction from his relationship with Jiwoon.

Was it just satisfaction? Unlike himself, who gasped and groaned in pleasure, Zeo held Jiwoon with an indifferent expression. He could not feel any warmth from their overlapping naked bodies. Since he was not excited, no heat rose. To Zeo, it was just a job. A job that temporarily erased Jiwoon’s thoughts of wanting to die.

The past Jiwoon had liked that. In fact, whether Zeo felt anything from their relationship or not was not important. No, he had never even thought about it. He just liked his hands that never pushed him away when he clung to him. He liked that he made him so dazed that his vision blurred white and his mind drifted in and out of consciousness.

He could completely forget everything that had happened to him. When his heat transferred and seeped into his cold skin, he would gasp for breath in his arms. Only then did he feel alive. It was a blind act. In fact, it was not even sex. But it did not matter, that was all there was, but with two wet dreams, Jiwoon vaguely realized that was not what he wanted.

In the first wet dream, he had been unable to contain his excitement at the single phrase that his member was meant for him, and had ejaculated. It was just a replay of what had happened on their first night. But the dream he had tonight was different. In that dream, Zeo and Jiwoon wanted each other. They skimmed over skin, licked mucous membranes, and were desperate to reach deeper into each other.

The other day, Seungyoon’s words were the trigger. His asking if Zeo might like him—after pondering and pondering those words, he had the dream of their first night. This time, there was no such pondering. He had been spending peaceful days. He had not had thoughts like, does he like me.

And yet, the fact that he had such a dream had a clear reason. Whether he liked him or not was not important. This dream was proof that he, himself, no longer regarded 1129, Lee Zeo, as just an angel. The previous wet dream and the current one were both equally embarrassing, but the texture of the emotion was different.

The shame from back then and the shame now were different. Back then, he might not have cared, but now he did not want to be caught. If Zeo pressed him about what dream he had, like last time, this time he really would not be able to say a word.

“J-just everything…”

Jiwoon answered with difficulty. He was currently cornered. With Zeo standing there so solidly in front of the door, he had no idea how he was supposed to get out. Moreover, while he had managed to deal with his underwear, his lower half was still a mess.

“Are you embarrassed about masturbating after a wet dream?”

At Zeo’s question, Jiwoon narrowed his brow and stared at the closed door. It hurt his feelings when he responded in a teasing tone, as if he did not understand his inner turmoil. He was starting to hate himself for ejaculating at the mere presence of Zeo and his single command to open the door. Why, of all things, was this happening to him? It really felt like hell.

“…I-it’s my private life, isn’t it.”

“Does such a thing as privacy even exist in this tiny little house?”

“…”

“It’s not the first time you’ve had a wet dream in your sleep, so why are you hiding in there digging yourself a hole?”

Zeo asked in a genuinely dumbfounded voice, and Jiwoon let out a deep sigh.

“Do you think it’s only been a day or two that I’ve washed your panties for you…”

“Excuse me!”

“It’s not ‘excuse me,’ you should be calling me ‘Mr. Lee Zeo.’”

“…”

“Do you have any idea how many times you called for me in your sleep?”

At Zeo’s words, Jiwoon froze for a moment as if he had turned to ice, unable to say anything. He had hoped against hope, but to think it was true. At this, Jiwoon hurriedly opened his mouth.

“Th-that’s a lie.”

“…”

“Y-you weren’t in my dream.”

“Here we go again.”

“Wh-what did I… H-huh?”

At that moment, the locked doorknob turned naturally and the door flew open with a bang. At this, Jiwoon hurriedly pulled the t-shirt he was wearing all the way down to cover himself. Standing in front of the wide-open door, Zeo had a deeply scowling expression, as if annoyed.

“You lie every time you open your mouth. Are you doing this on purpose? Do you like it when I get pissed off?”

“…”

“What did I say last time you pulled this crap? I told you to think a little, didn’t I? But it seems you’ve completely forgotten what I said back then.”

Entering the bathroom in an instant and yanking Jiwoon’s wrist, Zeo stared intently at Jiwoon and spoke. The t-shirt he had been pulling down rode up, and his erect member was clearly exposed. As if that was not enough, their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Jiwoon’s member was pressed firmly against Zeo’s body.

Even though Zeo had suddenly opened the door and burst in, a situation that should have made it go limp, Jiwoon’s member was instead trembling, having swelled even larger after ejaculating. His lower half had become extremely sensitive, so Jiwoon fidgeted in his arms.

“I said I wished your head would keep up with your body. Has it been about two weeks? Three?”

“Heuu…”

Zeo then grabbed Jiwoon’s buttocks with both hands and pulled him closer. At that, Jiwoon pushed against Zeo’s chest and shook his head. The long, thick fingers held his buttocks tightly so he could not escape, and the touch felt so explicit.