PA 33

Even though he had stayed up all night for several days, Junhyuk held the ball and ran like a madman. However, five or six defensive linemen soon swarmed him, throwing their entire bodies to block Junhyuk’s reckless drive.

“What are you all doing? You can’t stop that one bastard?”

The opposing team’s quarterback finally erupted in frustration and shouted loudly. When Junhyuk, who had been buried under the opposing team’s players, got up, the players, who were nearly two meters tall, glared menacingly at him. Thanks to Junhyuk, the morale of his teammates, who had advanced closer to the opponent’s end zone, was sky-high.

Junhyuk was more comfortable throwing his body against the other players with all his might and running to the point of being out of breath. It was because he could escape the feelings of helplessness and defeat that came with being unable to do anything. Junhyuk, who had the ball again, made eye contact with his team’s running back. Then, he started running like crazy not toward the opponent’s end zone, but in the opposite direction.

The flustered opposing players belatedly followed Junhyuk, and Junhyuk passed the ball far to his teammate who was waiting in the opponent’s end zone. At the same time, Junhyuk was once again knocked down onto the grass by the opposing players’ rough tackles. However, his teammate safely caught Junhyuk’s ball and made an end zone touchdown. It was the moment a full six points were added.

“Amazing! Junhyuk.”

“…”

If one were to pick the player who had run with the ball the most today, it would undoubtedly be Junhyuk. Junhyuk, who had been like a beast running fiercely on the field, once again closed his mouth. However, his teammates had no problem with the stoic Junhyuk. Hadn’t Junhyuk brought the team, which had always been in last place in the amateur college football league, all the way to the top four? They were so happy about going to the finals for the first time that they felt like they could kiss Junhyuk on the cheek.

“We’re having a party today…”

“I have an assignment due by midnight. Next time.”

Despite his teammate Tommy’s persistent suggestions, Junhyuk gave a short refusal. It was just as Junhyuk was about to get on the team bus and lean back on the seat to rest. He thought he caught a glimpse of Yejun’s back outside the window, his shiny black hair fluttering.

“Lee Yejun!”

Junhyuk quickly got off the bus, grabbed his shoulder, and called Yejun’s name.

“Ah…”

“Who… Ah, that running back from earlier!”

“Ah, I’m sorry. I think I mistook you for someone else.”

Junhyuk quickly apologized and got back on the bus. However, his heart, which continued to pound violently, did not calm down easily. Tommy, who had been watching him quietly, casually sat down in the seat next to Junhyuk.

“Junhyuk, you… you usually treat women like they’re nothing, but were you into that sort of thing?”

“What are you talking about?”

Junhyuk turned his head away as if annoyed. But Tommy didn’t give up and continued.

“A moment ago, the look in your eyes.”

“…”

“It was the first time since I’ve known you that your eyes looked alive.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s true.”

Tommy got up from his seat, leaving behind Junhyuk, who closed his eyes as if he didn’t want to say another word to him. Shrugging, he moved to another seat and started talking about today’s intense game. They praised Junhyuk almost to the point of worship, but Junhyuk did not open his closed eyes.

There was only one reason Junhyuk, who had almost completely cut off interaction with people, engaged in such strenuous exercise. It was because he could sleep a little better after intense workouts. The bus started, and inside the moderately swaying vehicle, Junhyuk slowly drifted off to sleep.

☂︎

Sirius’s promotions for their second full-length album were successful. After Yejun rejoined the activities, they began to sweep first place on various music shows. Yongsik, conscious of Yejun’s hiatus, had Sirius promote for about a month, longer than the average promotion period for other groups, and their fanbase grew exponentially in proportion.

“I looked into the conditions for participating in the year-end awards ceremonies. You know? They say that not only do you have to release an album that year, but you also have to win first place on various music shows more than six times.”

“No way… But is that really true?”

Taeyi, the tallest in the group, wrapped his arm around Yul’s shoulder and whispered as if telling a secret. Yul looked up at Taeyi as if he couldn’t believe it, then pushed his arm away and said.

“Then that means we can attend too.”

“Right.”

“You, you! Don’t just bring some unverified information and get people’s hopes up. What if we get our hopes up for nothing and end up disappointed? Right? Yejun.”

Yul called out loudly to Yejun, who had been staring blankly out the window. When his name was called, Yejun was startled and shot up from his seat.

“Ye-yes?”

“Our Yejun has been acting strange lately.”

“I know. He keeps making that startled face like someone who’s committed a crime.”

Wooju, who was cooking something simple in the kitchen, peeked his head out and added a word in Yejun’s defense.

“Yejun was very sick. Just let the kid rest.”

Following Wooju, Suho, who had changed into comfortable clothes, came out and stroked Yejun’s hair as he spoke.

“How are you these days?”

“…I’m okay now.”

Yejun smiled awkwardly and answered a little late. It was then. Yejun’s phone, which was on silent, lit up. Pretending to go to the bathroom, Yejun turned on his phone and checked the text message that had just arrived.

[A driver will come to pick you up in thirty minutes.]

It was a message from Sanghyeon. Yejun checked his phone calmly and then, forcing a bright expression, left the bathroom.

“I’m going to go to my mom’s hospital for a bit.”

“What about dinner? It’s all ready, eat before you go.”

“No, it’s okay.”

Wooju looked back and forth between the well-set table and Yejun with a worried expression. But since he knew well that Yejun was the only one to look after his sick mother, he couldn’t stop him.

“What about the caregiver?”

“She said she has something to do this evening, so I decided to go.”

“Still, you should have something in your stomach…”

“I’ll eat with my mom for the first time in a while.”

After Junhyuk left Korea, Eunseong had been moved to the VIP ward of Seil Hospital. Yejun was in a situation where not only his father but also his mother were being held hostage by Sanghyeon. As time went on, the sparkle in Yejun’s eyes began to fade.

☂︎

Yejun could not get used to this vast mansion, with its many places to pass through before reaching the bedroom located in the innermost part of the second floor. Yejun would refuse the staff’s guidance and, with his head bowed, would go up to the second floor with quick steps.

Just as he passed through the entrance hall, Yejun felt someone grab his wrist and looked up. It was Sanghyeon. He took Yejun into the dining room on the first floor.

“Dinner?”

“I ate.”

“You couldn’t even put up a fight last time. At least eat this before you go up.”

“I don’t want to.”

Yejun cut Sanghyeon off coldly as if in protest.

“I’m off tomorrow. I’m going to go until tomorrow… Are you still okay with that?”

“…”

Yejun lowered his eyes and said nothing.

“Eat.”

“…”

“This isn’t a request, it’s an order. Sit.”

Sanghyeon said in a low voice, as if pressing down on Yejun’s shoulder. He knew all too well that he would lose if he tried to be stubborn. As Yejun picked up his chopsticks, Sanghyeon also sat across from him and began to eat slowly.

Yejun shoved the fresh sushi placed in front of him into his mouth. He was just chewing the top-grade sushi as if it were rubber. After eating in protest, Yejun felt his stomach clench. He drank some water and carefully looked at Sanghyeon.

“Eat more.”

“I can’t eat anymore.”

“You’ve gotten thinner lately. If you’re too skinny, our bones will clash when we have sex.”

“…”

At Sanghyeon’s shameless words, Yejun crammed two pieces of sushi into his mouth at once. Then he started choking and gulped down water.

“I can’t eat anymore.”

“…”

Sanghyeon did not force him any longer. Yejun finally got up from his seat and followed Sanghyeon, who was walking ahead, into the bedroom.

“Wash up.”

“…Chairman.”

It was starting again today. Yejun tried to persuade Sanghyeon again today.

“Can’t you just let me go?”

Sanghyeon, looking out the window, could picture Yejun kneeling before his eyes.

“What about my money that went into your company?”

“Let me go. Please…”

Sanghyeon turned around and looked down at Yejun again. As expected, he was on his knees, shedding tears.

“Hah…”

Honestly, even Sanghyeon didn’t know why he was so obsessed with Yejun. The only reason he could find right now was one thing. He quite liked Yejun’s body. Comparing it to all his experiences so far, there was no one who could make him feel such intense pleasure as Yejun. After looking at Yejun with confused eyes for a moment, Sanghyeon concluded that it was because of his body.

“Stop talking nonsense and wash up.”

Today’s defeat was Yejun’s as well. Yejun got up and went into the large bathroom. The bathtub was filled with steaming hot water. With a limp hand, Yejun began to unbutton his shirt one by one.

“Are you deliberately dragging this out?”

Sanghyeon’s body was so solidly muscular it was hard to believe it belonged to a man in his forties. He had already taken off all his clothes and approached Yejun, quickly stripping off his clothes.

The light spreading softly from the cream-colored lamps transparently colored Yejun’s stripped-white body like a watercolor painting. Sanghyeon’s large hand slid viscously over Yejun’s body. A wave of shame washed over Yejun, and he took a step back.

“You still have some shame left in you?”

“I’ll wash up and come out.”

“I don’t want to.”

Sanghyeon pulled Yejun’s thin waist into an embrace and with his other hand, he grabbed his milky-white ass, the only fleshy part of his body. Yejun reflexively pushed against Sanghyeon’s hard chest. However, Sanghyeon lightly lifted Yejun’s body and gently placed him down in the bathtub filled with hot water. He sat perched on the edge of the tub, which was spacious enough for two people, and smiled faintly, pointing to his hugely swollen lower body with one hand.

Yejun’s eyes, as he stared at Sanghyeon’s massive cock, which was swollen to the size of a child’s forearm and twitching, became soaked with a mixture of despair and humiliation. Realizing that resistance was futile, Yejun crawled between his legs.

“Good boy.”

Sanghyeon gently swept Yejun’s hair up. Yejun grabbed the massive cock with both hands. Yejun licked the slit of the glans, where translucent pre-ejaculate was beading, with his tongue. Sanghyeon closed his eyes and let out a long breath, feeling as if his entire body was momentarily engulfed in a thrilling current of electricity.