PAHO 25

His fingertips, which had been tapping his knees like a keyboard, suddenly dug into the space between his legs. Nam Gyeonhwa flinched and quickly grabbed his wrist to block him.

“What, the hell, are you doing right now.”

“I just told you. If we’re going to be misunderstood anyway, let’s do it properly.”

“What?”

“I’ve never done it with a bastard who has the same thing, but, well, the parts that get you excited when touched should be similar, right?”

Na Taebeom tilted his head, his hand still caught, and pushed between his legs. He reflexively clamped his knees together, but it was not enough to stop the hand that pushed its way in with force.

“I was wondering, but it turns out you do have one.”

“Don’t!”

Startled by the warmth that abruptly enveloped his crotch, Nam Gyeonhwa flailed his other arm and pushed Na Taebeom away. For a moment, it seemed like he was obediently retreating, but then Na Taebeom was on top of him in an instant, pinning down Nam Gyeonhwa’s limbs as if to crush them.

“Fuck, don’t, I said!”

“Telling me not to makes me want to do it more.”

“Let go of me, you crazy bastard!”

He thrashed his head from side to side and screamed, but despite his tenacious struggles, the large body that filled the space between the driver’s and passenger’s seats wouldn’t budge at all. Pinning down the fiercely struggling body once more, Na Taebeom slapped Nam Gyeonhwa’s cheeks hard from side to side.

The car body lurched violently from the impact, and the horn, which had been brushed, blared distractedly. Nam Gyeonhwa, slumped against the car seat, blinked his eyes weakly. His cheeks were hot and his body was so heavy that he didn’t even have the strength to get up.

Fragments of headlight beams filtering through the car window danced around his blurred vision like moths. The messy static drilling into his hazy ears sounded like the footsteps of someone pacing in combat boots, suffocating him. Na Taebeom flicked his index and middle fingers to draw his attention and said.

“If you pull this shit one more time, I might just break all your arms and legs. You want to show your little one the sight of you crawling around, unable to even walk?”

At those words, his limp body launched itself at Na Taebeom with fierce tenacity. Thud. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had finally managed to push him back and pin him down, threw a punch at his face. He was so exhausted that there was no real power behind it, making it half a miss, but his intention was to vent his anger somehow. Na Taebeom, who had been taking the hits as if he were dead, suddenly caught an incoming punch with his hand.

“Five hits should be enough.”

Looking up at the pale, sweat-drenched face, he ran his tongue over his split lip. He had taken it lightly, thinking it was a weak punch, but if he hadn’t been paying attention, his jaw would have been more than just shattered. To think he would lunge like this the moment he mentioned his younger brother, even after being beaten like that. A mirthless laugh escaped Na Taebeom as he held his hand tightly and raised his head to meet his eyes.

“Want to hit me more?”

“What are you—!”

Na Taebeom pulled the hand he was clutching and flipped it over. Their positions reversed again, Nam Gyeonhwa glared fiercely at Na Taebeom, who was now on top of him, looking down leisurely.

“If you let me do what I want first, then I’ll let you hit me one more time.”

“Cut the nonsense.”

“Then, shall we do it after I break your arms and legs?”

He uttered the utterly ruthless words casually and grabbed his wrist. He had only applied a little pressure, but the grip was strong enough to feel like it was tearing his flesh.

The ticking sound of the wipers filled the silence. Nam Gyeonhwa soon let the tension leave his body with a sigh. It was a kind of resignation, a compromise, telling him to do as he pleased.

He had learned painfully through countless days that the longer he pointlessly resisted in a reckless fight, the more he alone would suffer. So, for now, it was wiser to humor him as much as possible and get it over with. Besides, the man seemed to enjoy it more the more he resisted and got angry. So perhaps it was better to deal with it with as little emotion as possible.

“Good thinking.”

Na Taebeom whispered in a satisfied voice and looked down at him as if admiring a piece of art. His nosebleed, flowing down the center of his handsome, chiseled face, looked vulgar and obscene, like smeared cheap lipstick. His gaze, which had traveled down his swollen cheek, slowly swept down his body. He had thought, what’s so great to look at in the body of a man with a dick, but maybe because of his slender waist, his figure in clothes was at least tolerable.

“Have you ever used this place?”

“…”

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin? Huh?”

Nam Gyeonhwa responded with silence to the question, which was intentionally meant to provoke shame. Instead of moving the hand on his chest downward, Na Taebeom raised his knee and roughly fumbled with his crotch.

“If you’re not a virgin, are you impotent?”

“Heup.”

At the rough stimulation, Nam Gyeonhwa tilted his neck back and pressed his lips firmly together. Creak. As the car swayed up and down with a dull thud in time with the persistent rubbing against his crotch, all sorts of ringing sounds tore through his ears. Na Taebeom checked the bulging area below his pants and grinned.

“Looks like it’s not a useless dick after all.”

His voice was excited, as if it were so enjoyable that he had gotten a physiological erection. Crazy psycho bastard. Nam Gyeonhwa, glaring at him with a frown, swallowed down a curse along with his dry saliva.

The situation was no different from when he had first encountered Na Taebeom. It was less about dealing with an insolent intruder and more like dealing with a toy he had just happened to find. Right now, too, Na Taebeom was simply acting on impulse. Rather than trying to avoid it tooth and nail, it would be better to push him away when the opportunity arose, the moment his idle interest waned. The moment he turned his head to the side, a hand slipped into his pants.

“It’s uncomfortable to leave it hard.”

It had been tolerable when he was rubbing over his pants, but now the situation was different. The stimulation, where he could feel every bit of the rough calluses and warm heat of the palm, made the pit of his stomach ache.

“Stop! St-stop…”

“You say stop, but this thing here is dripping because it likes it.”

“Son of a, bitch, ah, heut.”

His breath came out in ragged gasps at the same time as he spat out the curse. At the quite different reaction, the corner of Na Taebeom’s mouth lifted crookedly. He had wondered what could be so great about touching another guy’s dick, but perhaps because it looked as neat as his features, the feel of it was surprisingly not bad.

More than anything else, what aroused Na Taebeom was Nam Gyeonhwa’s expression. Just a few minutes ago, he had acted like a monk enduring penance, but now he was busy squirming, as if it were too much to even hold back his moans. His face, already swollen and red on both cheeks, was beautifully lewd and had an erotic hue.

“Ah, wai-wait a moment.”

Nam Gyeonhwa, trembling, grabbed Na Taebeom’s wrist to stop him, then bit his lip and opened his mouth.

“I’d rather, you just, hit me.”

“Why?”

“It would just, be better to, get hit. So, just stop, now.”

His gaze, looking down at the disheveled face that matched the clumsy plea, was tinged with a sinister, unusual light. How much more of a strange expression would he make when he was on the verge of cumming? What sounds would he make as he spilled his cum? Na Taebeom ran his tongue over his lips and smiled.

“I don’t want to.”

“Ah!”

“It’s pretty entertaining to watch you not knowing what to do with yourself when you’re excited.”

“Asshole, ah, heuk.”

Na Taebeom, as if to show him, moved the hand holding his penis up and down even faster. At the persistent hand movements, he could feel the penis enclosed in his palm throb and pulse.

“Ah, ahh!”

Before long, with a shrill cry, fluid gushed onto Na Taebeom’s palm. Na Taebeom, who was silently looking at the semen pooled in his palm, looked down at Nam Gyeonhwa, who was lying limply beneath him. He was catching his breath, unable to even close his spread-eagled thighs. Na Taebeom tilted the palm filled with semen. The semen that trickled down his face, already a mess with blood and tears, created a sight like a piece of obscene art.

“Fucking hot.”

The voice that uttered the quiet observation was deep and resonant. Lying on his side, Nam Gyeonhwa gasped for breath, listless. Even the afterglow of his orgasm was heavy and painful, like a dull ache. Then he suddenly realized his wrist was vibrating. A notification sent to the smartwatch shared with Na Taebeom had to be a fairly important message. Just as he raised his wrist to check the contents, he lifted his head at a heavy force that suddenly pressed down on his body. Na Taebeom had spread his legs and was pressing his crotch against his.

“What are you, doing.”

“It’s not fair if only you have fun.”

“Get off, me.”

Despite the threat, his face, which was rubbing against him relentlessly, was tinged with fierce excitement. At this rate, he seemed poised to shove it in without thinking. Nam Gyeonhwa pushed him away with all his might, twisted his body, and frantically fumbled for the car door. After barely finding the lock button and pressing it, Nam Gyeonhwa tumbled out of the car as if pouring out.

He steadied his staggering body and forced himself to walk. He didn’t care about the churning in his stomach or the headache. He just wanted to get away from this situation as quickly as possible.

“Where are you going.”

At the sound of Na Taebeom calling after getting out of the car, Nam Gyeonhwa walked straight ahead in silence.

“It’s a call from Doctor Yeo.”

Only at those words did Nam Gyeonhwa stop and check the device on his wrist. Several missed calls had been left while he was making that commotion. A call from Yeo Eunjae was synonymous with contact related to Haejin.

“Seeing as he’s called several times, something must have happened to your kid.”

Na Taebeom, leaving the car door open, approached Nam Gyeonhwa, who was standing stock-still in the rain. He stared intently at him, soaked to the bone in the downpour as if he were a fool, then tilted his head toward the passenger seat.

“Want a ride?”

It was a detestable offer, as if bestowing a generous favor. He could walk for days, or beg for a ride from a passing car. Having experienced both, he knew that neither was a very good option. Nam Gyeonhwa, who had been glaring at him with his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, finally turned toward the car.

As soon as he arrived at the medical center, Yeo Eunjae greeted Nam Gyeonhwa at the entrance as if he had been waiting.

“He had several seizures in the span of a day. There was no time to wait, so I administered emergency treatment.”

At the words “several seizures,” Nam Gyeonhwa’s face turned cold, and he tried to rush to the hospital bed without thinking. Yeo Eunjae, blocking the glass door marked ‘Emergency Treatment Room,’ shook his head with a serious expression.

“You can’t go in. If there’s a problem during the administration of the medicine, he could have trouble breathing.”

“You clearly, said just a little while ago that he was showing signs of improvement. That if he just continued to receive medication, at the very least, it wouldn’t, get any worse. But, a seizure, why?”

Nam Gyeonhwa, who had been speaking like someone in a daze, bit his lip. The illness Haejin was currently suffering from was not a simple disease that could get better or worse in a day. Although a complete cure might be difficult, once he entered the recovery threshold, he could lead a normal life as long as he received management, and he had worked tirelessly for that until now.

His fingertips trembled as soon as he saw Haejin lying on the bed through the narrow gap in the glass window. The fact that Haejin was sick now was all his fault. Leaving a sick child in an unfamiliar place, not even at home, was the root of the problem. His complacent judgment that it would only be for a moment had clearly brought about this situation.

Nam Gyeonhwa, sitting in a waiting area not far away, clasped his hands and stared blankly into space. A shadow flickered amid the hospital lights and faint noises, all of which felt numb and distant. Two sneakers stained with muddy water came into his field of vision.

“Seeing your long face, the kid must be really sick.”