THM Ch 16

“Nanbaek will want you to do that, too.”

Sanggoo bowed his head so that his cheek was cupped in his palm. It was acquiescence. It meant he completely understood his heart that had no choice but to push him away from his side.

“What are you going to do, hyung-nim…”

Like words he had thought about since long ago, the answer flowed from his mouth.

“From then on, I have to live well on my own.”

After sending Sanggoo away, he pulled out his phone for the first time today. Calling someone, he spat out words as soon as the other person picked up.

“Come to the office right now.”

The other person took less than 5 minutes to show up. As if he had been standing on the sidewalk across the street the moment he received the call. Whether he ran or not, the sound of breathing heard was strangely rough.

Even though it was well past clock-out time, the bastard was still staying in this neighborhood. Telling him to come closer, he looked up at the bastard. There was no tie around his neck, and he hadn’t buttoned his shirt properly. Omitting even his waist belt, his shirt tail was in an unkempt state as well.

A situation worth knowing unfolded inside Nando’s head. Was he in the middle of lying down with even a woman beside him because he couldn’t shake off that taste? He blinked his eyes slowly and asked the bastard.

“Did you sleep nearby and then come?”

The bastard hesitated slightly and answered.

“…I was nearby, but I did not sleep and come.”

“Ah, you were just stripping your clothes off. Not sleeping.”

“Yes.”

“…”

“…I was alone. Me alone. …Continuously from the beginning.”

“…”

“Because there was a monthly room I got near the company.”

“…”

Explaining smoothly without even being asked, at the end he bowed his head saying he was sorry. Wonderfully, his chest heaved at that. The moment he heard the laugh that left with his own voice, such a thought suddenly brushed Nando’s head. You son of a bitch, you’re making me laugh aloud. Then maybe something really is a bit different.

He forcibly raised his body that was slumping heavily like collapsing soil. Reaching out a hand heavy as a thousand pounds, he turned on the light and looked at Goo Taegyuk. The disheveled appearance stood out starkly to his eyes. It was an appearance that gave rise to the thought, He was waiting for my phone call, my summons all along. This was not a part Nando had arbitrarily interpreted and accepted. The bastard’s flushed face was confessing, You saw correctly, Director.

“You take off everything.”

He spoke as he began stripping off, leaving only his underwear. Goo Taegyuk, who flinched for a moment, also slowly moved his body upon seeing him becoming semi-nude.

Today, rather than just hitting alone continuously, he wanted to try matching blows with each other for once. It was Nando’s theory that since his body’s condition was different from usual, the method of resolution also had to be different. If the bastard’s skill hadn’t rusted, Nando’s fists would miss absurdly, and from that, a situation where he might even get hit by mistake could happen. If anger rather surged up by becoming so, at least it would be easier to endure than now.

The bastard seemed to be just as he was during his light and agile boyhood days. There seemed to be not a single point that differed from the image of young Goo Taegyuk inside the video he had gotten with difficulty. Whether he hadn’t learned boxing in vain or not, the nimble senses that made one’s nerves stand on edge were loaded on the bastard’s two fists and running wild to this day. Even if he couldn’t stand on the ring anymore, it seemed he had lived without letting go of the training of using his fists.

To the extent that he wondered if he had made a threat that he would die if he went easy on him for nothing, and to the extent that it was rather felt as mockery, Nando was not able to land a hit on Taegyuk properly even once. Taegyuk possessed skills that far surpassed Nando’s limit. That didn’t mean the bastard was hitting Nando from his side, either. Because his body remembered the heat of past matches intact, there were of course times when a fist reached out toward Nando’s face occasionally, but every time, Taegyuk flinched and quickly turned the angle of his wrist.

From a certain moment, instead of throwing fists in the air, he extended his arms straight out as they were and embraced Nando’s torso. When he tried to break free, he wrapped both arms around his back, neck, or shoulder, squeezed tightly, and drove him into a corner. As if desiring so much for their bodies to rub against each other, Taegyuk attacked Nando solely in that manner.

“…Crazy bastard.”

“…”

“Fine, you son of a bitch, let me embrace you too.”

So Nando also changed his method. Just like what Taegyuk was doing, he swung his two arms strangely. Embracing the bastard’s thick neck as if hanging on, he pushed him against the wall. He thought he would hold out, but he was pushed meekly, and from then on, he became completely defenseless and began receiving Nando’s fists.

Nando was not realizing that he himself was coming alive. Swept away by the emotions swirling while raising his body’s temperature, he was recklessly concentrating only on wrapping one arm around Taegyuk’s neck and driving his fist into Taegyuk’s abdomen.

The two competed continuously until one side quit, without even knowing that their cheeks were rubbing, the bridges of their noses were grazing, their breathing was mixing, and then the sweat shed by each other was smearing onto each other’s lips. And that one side was, of course, Nando.

Beginning to feel fine sensations in his limbs that felt like they would melt away, Nando woke up. Feeling as if he were breathing at last, he thought while smelling the scent of Taegyuk’s sweat wafting from nearby. When he forcibly got up and went to the airport, endured insults to see off his maternal uncle, and caressed Sanggoo’s forehead while whispering ‘Go,’ even if he was awake, he was not awake. Having been submerged in darkness until now, he had awakened only now.

The bastard’s chest, which he was supporting with his palm, was bulging as it throbbed. The movement felt through bones, thick muscles, and the skin hide was the exact opposite of helplessness. Being alive. Something that could never be killed. Or something that must not be killed. Life.

“…”

“…”

In front of Nando’s nose, not a ceiling that would gradually lower and collapse, but the face of a man was placed. A face panting as much as Nando, sweating as much as Nando, and flushed bright red as much as Nando.

He slowly lowered his hand that had been touching the bastard’s chest. At that place where there was not a single scrap of cloth, another life was lurking, harboring strong power. He laughed. Raising his head and bringing his face up under the bastard’s chin, he whispered.

“Crazy, right?”

Now, touching flesh to flesh in a dark space with only the two of them. Nando realized everything about what was making Taegyuk heat up. From now on, there was no need to use all of the five Ws and one H. As long as there were ‘who’ and ‘how,’ making the guy erect was a piece of cake.

He gripped the tightly erect penis from the end. The bastard let out a groan, but he didn’t twist his head. He didn’t offer an apology saying he was sorry for erecting, either. He didn’t make excuses, nor did he try to cover his crotch with his hands. He merely stared at Nando with eyes harboring dangerous desire, heaving his chest as if going crazy. As if he would act like this from his side if Nando didn’t do this.

The window of the building across, where the light had been off, suddenly brightened. The light extending from there crossed over while licking Nando’s shoulder blade and covered the bastard’s face. The bastard’s pupils, which had been hidden in the dark, were revealed in an even lighter color. The thing that was black but not black harbored heat.

“…”

“…”

Come to think of it, it had been quite a while since he had sex. Nando realized that at a distance like this, the person in the nude he had dealt with for a while was only Taegyuk. That a bastard crazy about orgies, a promiscuous and dirty bastard who shakes after inserting into this hole and then suddenly pulls out and rams into that hole, had not been doing that shit for over a week was not a matter to be passed over lightly.

“…Come here.”

However, that wasn’t the entirety of the reason he kissed the bastard. Snatching the bastard’s Adam’s apple with his hand to push him against the wall, and shoving his tongue into the mouth opened like that were not solely because of that, either. He was a rationalist who quickly acknowledged what was to be acknowledged and planned the next affair. So he quickly accepted this matter as well. That it was not an action triggered by simple sexual frustration. That it was a matter that wouldn’t have happened if the opponent hadn’t been Goo Taegyuk.

Taegyuk’s two large hands stuck to both of Nando’s cheeks. The bastard persistently searched the inside of Nando’s mouth with clumsy tongue movements. At the same time, he moved the penis gripped in Nando’s hand back and forth. Nando’s thought was right. The bastard had been waiting all along since that incident happened for Nando’s phone call, Nando’s summons, and for an intimate situation like this to happen again.

“M-Mm…”