Vol 4 Ch 1- Hidden Track

[I’m sorry. It seems like it’ll take a bit longer to finish. Wait somewhere cool.]

 

A message arrived from Aaron. It was the day they had planned to go shopping together to buy a birthday present for his mother next week. A few days ago, Aaron had mentioned that the team atmosphere wasn’t great, and it seemed like training was going to take longer.

 

[Yeah, don’t worry. I was just about to leave the house anyway.]

 

Peter replied deliberately, although he had already arrived at the gym.

 

He thought of going into a nearby café.

 

Coincidentally, he saw a café across the street. As Peter was about to cross the road, he noticed Fred’s group entering the café.

 

[…]

 

After some hesitation, Peter turned away. He grabbed a bottle of water from a nearby vending machine and looked around. The bench inside the park came to mind. With a lake nearby, there was a cool breeze, perfect for reading.

 

Peter crossed the park. Though he was sweating a bit, he picked up his pace at the thought of continuing the novel he had started reading last night.

 

After about ten minutes of walking, he spotted the bench.

 

[Phew…]

 

Peter stopped, catching his breath and wiping the sweat from his forehead. He opened the cap of the bottled water and took a sip, surveying the surroundings. A bench inside the park caught his eye.

 

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. He saw a broad back. Although he didn’t know who it was, someone had already occupied the bench and was lying down. Peter looked down with a gloomy face, adjusting his bag. Just as he was about to turn away to find another spot, the face of the person lying on the bench caught his eye.

 

[…]

 

It was a boy. Jenny’s prince charming. Philip Levin.

 

Peter stood there for a while, staring at the boy. The boy was sleeping with one arm over his forehead. He seemed to have taken a break from training, dressed in sportswear.

 

Peter rubbed his heated face with his palm, averting his gaze. It was wrong to peek at a sleeping person.

 

He should leave quickly. He clenched the strap of his bag. But then, the sleeping boy furrowed his brow and turned his body. Whenever the leaves rustled, the sunlight seemed to shine dazzlingly on the boy’s face.

 

What should I do?

 

After a moment of hesitation, Peter cautiously approached the bench. Fortunately, there was enough space on the spacious bench for one more person. Peter sat down, keeping as much distance as possible from the boy, and leaned against the bench. He realised his shadow was cast over the boy’s face.

 

…This should be fine.

 

Originally, he planned to read a book here, and since he couldn’t sit behind the boy and peek, there was nothing to feel sorry for Jenny about. …Although it was a bit hot because of the sunlight.

 

Peter took out a book from his bag and flipped through the pages he had read yesterday. It was an exciting part where the protagonist was getting involved in the incident.

 

A breeze blew over the lake. The sound of rustling leaves mixed with the scent of water and grass wafted into his nostrils with each breath.

 

As he diligently read the words, none of the content registered in his mind. His whole body tensed at the sound of the boy’s breathing behind him. His face stung from the sweat dripping down due to the sunlight.

 

Is he still sleeping? …What kind of face does he make while sleeping? Does he also dream?

 

He ran his finger over the same page. His fingertips felt itchy.

 

He was curious about the boy’s sleeping face. But he knew he shouldn’t. He kept trying not to turn his head backward.

 

No, I shouldn’t. It’s wrong. Peeking at someone while they’re asleep.

 

Peter tried to focus on reading again. The boy’s even breathing reached his back.

 

…Just once, only once, wouldn’t it be okay? Just to see how he sleeps…

 

The boy was deeply asleep. It felt strange. Staring at his sleeping face made him feel weirdly intimate.

 

Slowly, he turned his head.

 

Was it because he was Asian?

 

Black hair and eyes. Someone with the same features as him but an entirely different person. A quarterback. The most popular guy at school. He shouldn’t categorize him simply because he was Asian.

 

It was the first time he had looked so closely and intently at the boy’s face. Even when they met at the Korean Society, he always avoided looking too long, afraid of being caught peeking.

 

He’s really handsome.

 

At first, when he heard the nickname “Jenny’s prince charming,” he thought it was Jenny’s exaggeration, but now he thought it was really fitting.

 

Broad shoulders, long legs, beautiful face. Like a prince from a fairy tale who had slept for a thousand years under a curse. To break the curse, he would need a brave princess’s kiss. Jenny would probably run up to him before anyone else.

 

Peter, who had a strange thought alone, swallowed his laughter inwardly. That was the moment.

“Philip! Where are you really? Philip!”

 

At the voice searching for him, the boy opened his eyes as if startled. Their eyes met in an instant. Peter froze in his place. A boy with eyes half-opened, still groggy from sleep, looked at Peter. Peter’s face, already flushed red from the sunlight, turned even redder as the blood rushed to it.

 

“Philip!”

 

The boy slowly got up.

 

“I’m here.”

 

“I’ve been looking for you for ages. What are you doing here, turning off your phone and all…?”

 

Approaching from the bench, a girl froze as she noticed Peter’s stiffened figure, furrowing her brows. The boy stood up from his seat. A quarterback’s shoulders. That word naturally passed through Peter’s mind. The boy’s gaze met Peter’s face. Peter quickly turned his head to the book, feeling embarrassed as if caught doing something wrong, like a child unsure of what to do. As a result, the bag he had placed on his knees fell to the ground, and the books spilled out.

 

Peter’s heart began to beat faster. Inside, there was always one that he carried around with him. Peter’s face flushed even redder. He felt embarrassed as if his willingness to lend a book whenever the boy asked for it had been exposed. Peter quickly picked up the books and stuffed them back into his bag.

 

[What’s up. Do you know him?]

 

She pointed to Peter with her chin.

 

[No.]

 

The boy replied shortly, straightening his clothes. Dust scattered. When Peter coughed softly, the boy looked apologetic and smiled kindly. Peter couldn’t even lift his head properly and replied hesitantly that it’s okay.

 

[Let’s go quickly. The coach has been looking for you since earlier.]

 

The girl, wearing green and white cheerleader outfits with her hair tied high, wrapped her arm around the boy’s arm. They looked perfect together. As the backs of the two people, who had been staring blankly, moved away to the point where they couldn’t be seen, Peter smiled bitterly. It was inevitable. The boy was someone like him, who could never become close to someone like him. Peter reached out his hand and touched the spot where the boy had been lying. Perhaps this was the closest distance in his life.

 

His sunburnt cheek stung. He rinsed his face with water from the water bottle, but the lukewarm water did nothing to cool the heat. The wind blew. Peter stared at the sparkling lake surface like a broken mirror with slightly melancholic eyes.

 

—

 

Opening his eyes, Choi Inseop stared at the ceiling for a while. It had been a long time. Dreaming of his American days. Was it because he fell asleep watching a high school romance movie yesterday? Inseop, who inadvertently tossed and turned, found a face lying next to him and gulped down a breath. It was Lee Wooyeon. He was sleeping with his eyes closed, breathing evenly. Was he asleep? Inseop raised his hand and shook it near Wooyeon’s face a few times. It was rare for him to see Wooyeon sleeping. He hardly slept, and whenever he opened his eyes, he would wake up at the slightest sound. Sometimes he pretended to be asleep and blinked. Every time, Inseop would be startled, and Wooyeon would laugh mischievously, enjoying it. Inseop shook his hand near Wooyeon’s face a few more times. Wooyeon still didn’t move a muscle. …Maybe he’s really asleep. Inseop relaxed and admired Wooyeon’s face. It was a remarkably handsome face, even after looking at it several times. Even if a skilled sculptor were to sculpt it, it would be difficult to recreate such features. Inseop stared at Wooyeon’s face absentmindedly and slightly pinched his own cheek.

 

It really isn’t a dream after all.

 

Wooyeon’s dishevelled hair fell over his forehead, making him look a bit cute. Suddenly, he remembered the dream he had before waking up. He had similar thoughts in his dream. Inseop cautiously moved his hand along Wooyeon’s face, as if tracing his features. Even though he could reach him with just a little stretch of his hand, the man sleeping in front of him still didn’t feel like his lover. If someone had told him back then that he would have this kind of relationship with this man in the future, would he have believed it? Inseop chuckled bitterly. He would have thought it was crazy, of course. Because Lee Wooyeon, or rather Philip Levin, was such a person.

 

Suddenly, in Inseop’s eyes, the football team jumper and cheerleader outfit that had fallen on the ground came into view. Unbidden, memories of last night rushed through his mind.

 

“It… looks exactly the same as back then when you wear it like that. Want to spread your legs?”

 

As he lay Inseop down on the bed, Wooyeon asked. Inseop shook his head vigorously. He had forced himself into the skirt, but he didn’t want to do anything like that in this attire.

 

But there was no option for Wooyeon not to do it in the first place. He grabbed Inseop’s ankles and spread his legs. His damp tongue explored below, and when it entered the tight space, Inseop screamed.

 

“Wooyeon, please… stop… ah!”

 

Although he tried to push Wooyeon away, he didn’t budge. He continued to lick and suck persistently until the tears pooled in Inseop’s ears. Wiping away the tears, Wooyeon whispered.

 

“Damn… Do you know how beautiful you are?”

 

As Inseop’s eyes reddened from crying, Wooyeon kissed his cheek, nose, and forehead. Their soft lips met. It was such a tender kiss that Inseop’s whole body trembled. Inseop clung to Wooyeon unknowingly, parting his lips. But Wooyeon’s tenderness ended there.

 

“Ah…!”

 

Suddenly, the firm organ attempted a sudden penetration into the tight opening.

 

‘Don’t cry. I’ve done this several times, but what if you keep crying every time I insert it? I feel bad.’

 

Despite his words, Wooyeon laughed as he wiped away the tears. His neat teeth were visible. Sometimes, Inseop wanted to run away whenever Wooyeon laughed like that.

 

‘With you wearing this, it really feels like the first time.’

 

Wooyeon said as he grabbed Inseop’s skirt and pulled it towards him.

 

‘Wait, ah… too fast… wait a bit…’

 

Even though Inseop begged, holding onto Wooyeon’s forearm, he couldn’t control himself. It was strange. Wooyeon seemed unusually clumsy and nervous today. Just like a boy having s*x for the first time.

 

‘I’m such a crazy bastard. Why did I… back then…’

 

Wooyeon’s dishevelled bangs fell down. He muttered self-deprecatingly as if regretting.

 

‘…Now that we’ve met…’

 

Inseop stammered out a reply, and Lee Wooyeon gave a short laugh. Then he tightened his grip around Inseop’s waist and slammed his cock into his a*s.

 

Unable to figure out where the button had been pushed, Lee Wooyeon lunged at him several times harder than usual. He looked like a teenager in heat. The problem was that it wasn’t just the behavior that was rough. His words were also more vulgar and hurtful than usual.

 

‘Do you know that Inseop’s cock is shaking inside your skirt? …It’s so fucking cute, damn it, really.’

 

‘How was it? The feeling of fooling around with your first love. Huh? Tell me. I really liked it. Haha.’

 

‘What should we do? Today, I really feel like I could get you pregnant. What do you think? I’ll suck you off once more… Lift up your skirt.’

 

As usual, Lee Wooyeon buried his head between the short skirt and licked Inseop’s genitalia, covered in semen. Inseop felt so embarrassed that he wanted to die, eventually grabbing Lee Wooyeon and bursting into tears. Then he pleaded to undress.

 

With slightly surprised eyes, Lee Wooyeon stared at Inseop for a while before responding with his characteristic mischievous smile.

 

‘Take everything off and have s*x?’

 

Inseop nodded hesitantly, tears streaming down his cheeks. Suppressing curses, Lee Wooyeon kissed Inseop’s cheek as tears flowed. Simultaneously, his skirt was torn apart by his hands.

 

“……”

 

Seeing the mess that had become of the skirt, there was a mix of relief and embarrassment knowing that he wouldn’t have to wear it again. The scene of underwear and clothes strewn about resembled a messy teenager’s room after a party. Of course, Inseop had never experienced such a sight before.

 

For Lee Wooyeon, this scene must have been common. He never imagined being this close to Inseop’s face.

 

Carefully touching Inseop’s hair, Lee Wooyeon pinched his cheek again, feeling the surrealism once more.

 

“Ouch.”

 

Inseop whimpered softly, caressing his numb cheek. Then, a suppressed laughter was heard nearby.

 

“…Are you awake?”

 

“No.”

 

Lee Wooyeon playfully replied. His lips, tinged with a smile, were already dry.

 

“How long have you been awake?”

 

“Well, when you sighed looking at my face. I was half asleep when you pinched my cheek for the first time.”

 

It was almost the same as waking up. Inseop blushed with embarrassment. He felt ashamed of his actions, admiring Lee Wooyeon’s face and touching his hair.

 

Let’s run to the bathroom for now.

 

“Just a moment…”

 

Inseop hesitated, pulled off the sheets, and stood up. However, an arm stretched out from behind and tightly wrapped around his waist.

 

“Where are you going?”

 

“Are you trying to escape after saying that?”

 

“To the bathroom… to wash.”

 

“What?”

 

The word “escape” didn’t make sense to Inseop.

 

“It’s not a big deal once you’ve tried it.”

 

“What… What are you saying…”

 

Inseop blinked, wondering if it was a new expression he didn’t know.

 

“…Inseop, yesterday, you made out with your first love.”

 

“And if you wake up and run away from the bed, I’ll get hurt.”

 

Lee Wooyeon murmured, rubbing his face against Inseop’s waist.

 

“Was my s*x not good? Is that why you don’t want to look at my face and want to run away?”

 

Was it a joke… or was it serious?

 

After a moment of contemplation, Inseop cautiously stroked Lee Wooyeon’s hair.

 

“…It was good.”

 

“You don’t have to lie to comfort me.”

 

“No, it was good. Really.”

 

It wasn’t a lie. S*x yesterday was good. … The problem was that it was too persistent and relentless.

Lee Wooyeon rushed towards Inseop like a starving man, biting, sucking, and licking his entire body. Inseop’s chest hurt, and his lower body tingled. He was scared that if this continued, his entire body would melt and disappear. He asked several times to stop, but each time Lee Wooyeon shook his head and spoke firmly.

“You even said you wanted to take off our clothes and have s*x. I have to take responsibility.”

 

Inseop wanted to cry. Then he wanted to ask him if they had been having s*x with clothes on all this time, but it was difficult to speak properly as he burst out crying.

 

“You cried a lot yesterday. I think I was the only one who rushed in because I enjoyed it like a crazy person.”

 

Inseop smiled slightly at the slightly despondent voice. Even though he knew it couldn’t be true, Lee Wooyeon really looked like a nervous boy after having s*x for the first time.

 

“I usually cry a lot. … It was good.”

 

“How much?”

 

Lee Wooyeon suddenly raised his head. For a moment, a look passed through his eyes. Inseop blinked his eyes a couple of times, saying, “Uh.”

 

“How good was it?”

 

Lee Wooyeon asked for an answer again.

 

“Yes, a lot.”

 

“Enough to shower with me?”

 

“Yes? Um. … Yes.”

 

Although it was an expression that was hard to understand at first, Inseop nodded his head. No matter how much he studied, he was weak at idiomatic expressions, so it became a habit to smile and nod his head even if he couldn’t understand something.

 

“Is that so?”

 

Lee Wooyeon’s eyes softened. Even though Inseop didn’t know what he meant by his bright smile, he thought it was a good idea for him to say yes.