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It had been an exhausting time, and Byung-hun was drained out.
The press tour for the third season of Squid Game was turning out to be far more demanding than those for the first two. Considering the scale of the event, the global phenomenon the show had become, and the fact that this would be the final season, it made sense. Still, endless flights, the same repetitive interviews, and being constantly under the spotlight were starting to take their toll.
The only thing that wasn’t exhausting was being with his castmates. They weren’t just colleagues anymore; they’d become companions, friends — almost a second family.
That afternoon, nearly all of them were gathered in the Plaza Hotel lobby in New York, waiting for the next stop of the tour.
As always, Si-wan and Yu-ri were perched together at the bar, laughing at a video on a phone. Behind them, sprawled across the couches, Ae-shim, Dong-geun, and Ha-neul were chatting nonstop, as if they hadn’t already stayed up half the night doing the same thing.
Sung-hoon had just emerged from the bathroom and dropped into the seat beside Ae-shim, who gave him a large smile. Meanwhile, Gyu-young stood near the tall windows overlooking Central Park, phone pressed to her ear, busy on a phone call.
And then there was him.
Jung-jae, late as always, was descending the grand staircase alongside Jin-wook, the other habitual straggler. Jung-jae was dressed beautifully and looked flawless in his white suit. The two men were smiling, nudging each other’s shoulders. God knew what had delayed them this time.
They slipped into the seats beside Byung-hun, still murmuring between themselves.
“About time!” Byung-hun muttered.
Jung-jae rolled his eyes.
“You’re such a pain. We’re only ten minutes late, and the cars are not even here yet.”
“And besides,” Jin-wook added with a sly grin, “we were held up.”
“Huh?”
“Looks like there was a die-hard Jung-jae fan upstairs. A girl hiding behind flower pots and columns to snap pictures of him. We caught her right away, but that didn’t stop her.”
“At least not until security showed up...she bolted faster than lightning.”
“Why are you all still here? Let’s go, the cars are here!” Director Hwang stormed through the revolving doors, waving his arms. “Come on!”
His panic was a little misplaced as they still had an hour and a half before the interview, but everyone scrambled to their feet and headed outside.
Two sleek black Audi A6s were waiting right in the front of the hotel. Byung-hun and Jung-jae ended up in the second car with the director, Jin-wook, and Gyu-young.
“Any word from Ha-joon?” Hwang asked as soon as they set off. “I’ve called him a dozen times, nothing.”
Ha-joon had a photoshoot that morning and was supposed to meet them directly at the interview site.
“Relax, Dong-hyuk. You know he’s always on time,” Byung-hun reassured him.
Jung-jae lifted his head.
“Was that a jab at me?”
“Touchy, aren’t you?” Byung-hun shot back, setting off his friend’s laughter. Of course, Byung-hun had a natural, infectious sense of humor, able to lighten up any situation, but Jung-jae laughed at every single one of his jokes, even the truly terrible ones.
Byung-hun smiled to himself and looked out the window. It was one of those early March days that already smelled like spring. In New York, the weather was cool and sunny, the trees were starting to bloom, and people walked down the streets in light jackets, looking content. All things considered, he thought being here wasn’t so bad after all.
×
The interview went really well. Surprisingly, it wasn’t one of those usual chats filled with predictable, boring questions. Later, inside the building, the staff had set up a small play area with children’s games: a classic move, making the Squid Game cast play the same games they had on screen. And everyone had the time of their lives.
Ha-neul absolutely dominated at gonggi, after a series of matches where he defeated every opponent, leaving the colleagues speechless, while, Si-wan once again showed off his athletic skills playing jegi, nailing every set of kicks while the rest of the cast cheered enthusiastically in the background.
Ddakji, the flying stone, and the spinning top were all fiercely contested, but in the end, Jin-wook came out on top in the first two games, while Ha-joon won the last one.
The final round was the classic Red Light, Green Light, where Si-wan triumphed once again. The cast laughed harder than ever during that last game, teasing and pushing each other, doing whatever it took to reach the finish line victorious. It definitely would have made a long, hilarious video that fans would have absolutely loved.
On the way back to the hotel that day, Director Hwang finally showed some mercy: since the next interview wouldn’t be until the following afternoon, the whole group was officially allowed to go out and blow off some steam.
By ten o’clock that night, the entire cast had crammed into the dingiest karaoke bar in Manhattan, the last place anyone would expect to find famous actors like them. For the first time, everyone was there, and with the whole bar effectively turned into their private room, it didn’t take more than a round of drinks for the chaos to begin.
The singing competition was set up in pairs. Naturally, Jung-jae and Byung-hun teamed up.
“But...hyung?!” Ha-joon cried, offended. “You’d rather be with him than with your own flesh and blood?!”
“Team up with me, Ha-joon,” Ha-neul called. “Forget about those two traitors.”
Ha-joon pouted, then shot Byung-hun a mock glare.
“I’ll have my revenge, hyung.”
“I don’t doubt it!” the other laughed.
The night’s theme was “Greatest Hits!” and the playlist swung wildly between Michael Jackson, Madonna, Queen, and the Rolling Stones. Yu-ri, unsurprisingly, left everyone in the dust, though Si-wan gave her some serious competition.
Then it was Byung-hun and Jung-jae’s turn. Fate chose My Heart Will Go On.
“A wonderful love song for our 457!” Hwang cheered, the drunkest of them all. He’d always had a special eye for the fandom’s favorite pairing: Gi-hun and the Frontman.
Byung-hun groaned.
For god’s sake...
Jung-jae urges him on, completely ignoring the director’s comment.
“Oh, come ooon! I’ll start singing. We’ll do one verse each and the chorus together.”
He downs the last sip of his drink and heads toward the console, his friend following right behind him.
“Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you
That is how I know you go on”
Jung-jae burst out laughing mid-song, eyes locked on his friend as if the whole thing were some private joke between them. The crowd screamed and whistled.
“Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on”
Thank god Byung-hun was drunk, because sober, there was no way in hell he’d make a fool of himself like this at his age, especially in front of so many young people. Not that he couldn’t sing...let’s just say his vocal range was nowhere near Céline Dion’s.
Then the two of them launched into the chorus, completely off-key, with Jung-jae’s arm wrapped around his shoulders. Half-hugging, half-swaying, they shouted the lyrics together like idiots.
“Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more, you open the door
And you’re here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on”
When the song finally ended and their friends burst into applause, the two of them froze. Eyes locked, caught in a moment that burned like a spark flaring into flame.
Byung-hun snapped out of it quickly, bowing and soaking up the compliments, but the memory of that glance lingered, etched deep in his mind.
Long after midnight, Yu-ri was crowned champion of the night, but the others weren’t ready to stop.
“Last game!” Ha-neul shouted. “Let’s play truth or dare!”
“I’m too old for this kind of stuff...” Ae-shim shook her head, looking defeated.
“I agree,” Byung-hun nodded.
“Oh, come on, let’s just go for one round, it’ll be fun!” Si-wan immediately backs up Ha-neul, and soon everyone’s on board, full of excitement.
“Alright, the rules,” Ha-neul announced once more. “When it’s your turn, you pick truth or dare. If it’s a dare, we’ll draw a player to decide what you have to do. If it’s truth, you have to answer the question from whoever gets picked.”
“There are limits, I hope,” Ae-shim cut in.
“We’re all adults here. No limits. Go wild!” Ha-neul was practically buzzing with excitement.
“Okay, who’s going first?” Sung-hoon asked.
“I say...the one with the lowest number in Squid Game starts.”
“Oh, come on, that’s not fair!” Byung-hun protested. “I’m also the Frontman. Actually, I’m way more Frontman than player.”
“Don’t be such a baby,” Jung-jae teased. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Byung-hun declared, sighing.
The bottle is turned. And it's pointing right at Director Hwang.
“Excellent,” Hwang said, rubbing his hands together. “Tell me. Out of everyone in this room, who’s the most attractive?”
“Me.”
Everyone bursts out laughing, as if he’d just told the funniest joke of the century.
“Come on, be serious.”
The actor’s eyes swept over the room, but he already knew the answer. And he knew it would delight the director.
“Lee Jung-jae.”
“Did you record that? For the fans.” Dong-geun bursts out laughing, quickly followed by everyone else.
“Are you done?” says Byung-hun with a straight face, which only makes the others laugh even harder.
“Enchanté!” Jung-jae stood up, bowing theatrically, while the others applaud.
The night spiraled into more confessions, dares, and drinks, until Jung-jae finally said the fateful word: “Dare.”
The bottle spins on itself...and once again, it points straight at Director Hwang.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Si-wan whispered, in astonishment.
“A dare, is it?” Hwang grinned. “Then I dare you to kiss Byung-hun. On the lips.”
Byung-hun nearly fell out of his chair.
“What? That’s not fair! Nobody else had to do something like that!”
Jung-jae gets to his feet, completely unfazed.
“Oh, come on! Let’s just get this over with.”
He bows toward Byung-hun, takes his face in his hands, and plants a loud, playful kiss right on his lips.
Mmmmmwah!
He pulls away, satisfied, while the whole group bursts into laughter and loud commentary.
“Hey, I didn’t even have time to pull out my phone and record it!” Dong-geun whines. “We could’ve gotten a ton of views out of that, damn it!”
Through it all, Byung-hun is left momentarily stunned by his friend’s clarity. Sure, he’s drunk, but he still would’ve expected at least a little hesitation from him...he never thought Jung-jae would actually take the initiative. Still, no one seems to pay it much attention, and eventually Byung-hun comes to the conclusion that maybe it wasn’t such a big deal after all.
Finally, the group declares the night over. Tipsy and unsteady on their feet, they all head out of the bar, making their way back to the hotel.
×
Sleep didn’t come easily to Byung-hun. Half an hour of tossing and turning later, he gave up, slipped into his robe, and sat by the window with a glass of water, watching the city lights.
New York was spectacular, always had been. The first time he’d visited, years ago, it had taken his breath away. Tonight was no different. Maybe tomorrow, if there was time, he’d walk through Central Park.
While he was lost in his thoughts, a muffled noise in the hallway caught his attention, followed by a curse.
Curious, he peered through the peephole. It was Jung-jae, wobbling slightly as he rummages through his pants pockets, presumably looking for his room key. Byung-hun lets out a sigh and opens the door.
“Hey.”
Jung-jae nearly jumped out of his skin.
“Jesus! You scared me. Did I wake you?”
“No, I couldn’t sleep. What’s up? Lost your key?”
A sheepish nod.
“Too drunk. Must’ve dropped it somewhere.”
“Come in. You can crash on my couch.”
“Seriously??? Thanks, man!” Jung-jae hugged him enthusiastically, as if Byung-hun had just offered to let him stay for the rest of his life, and stepped into his room ahead of him. Then he closed the door and followed.
“I couldn’t just leave you out in the hallway, could I?”
Jung-jae took off his pants and shirt, left standing there in just his boxers in front of his friend, who stared at him, speechless at such boldness. Then he threw himself onto the couch, but not before grabbing a can of beer from the minibar.
“No! That’s enough drinking,” Byung-hun jumped forward and snatched it out of his hands. “And where the hell have you been all this time? Down at the bar?”
“Relax, mommy. Go make yourself some tea.”
Byung-hun couldn't hold back a smile. His friend was a mess when drunk, so unguarded and unfiltered. He sat beside him, shaking his head, while Jung-jae stayed there sulking.
“Listen. We need to get some rest now. Tomorrow we’ve got the interview with Dong-hyuk at three, then the other event after that. And it’s already half past two in the morning. Just get some sleep, okay?” He gives him a faint smile as he stands, eyes lingering on his bare chest. “And maybe put something on, will you? It’s freezing, you shameless thing.”
Before he could walk away, Jung-jae caught his arm.
“Wait...”
In one reckless move, he pulled him close and kissed him. Hard, mouth open, tongue insistent.
Byung-hun froze. For one dizzying second, he kissed back. Then reality hit, and he shoved him away.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
Jung-jae staggered, falling back onto the floor.
“Christ...how much did you drink?” Byung-hun muttered, hauling him onto the couch.
“One of these days you’ll stop acting like a horny teenager...”
But Jung-jae was already out cold, snoring loudly.
Byung-hun sighed, pulled a blanket over him, and stood there for a long moment.
“You’re a disaster, my friend,” he whispered. “Goodnight.”
Notes:
So...how was it?
*runs and disappears from the world*
Chapter 2
Notes:
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And thank you for the love on Twitter too <3
I really, really appreciate it...it means a lot!
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The next morning was a mess for everyone. Exhausted, they’d taken refuge in the large private dining room on the second floor, where breakfast was being served.
Only then Byung-hun learn that after the karaoke almost the entire cast had kept drinking at the hotel bar. Everyone except him, Ae-shim, and Jin-wook.
“Had yourselves a blast without us old folks,” he said dryly, sipping his third coffee of the day. And it was only 11:30 in the morning.
“Speak for yourself, old man!” Jin-wook shot back.
“Besides,” Si-wan added, “Jung-jae was with us, so your old folks excluded theory kind of collapses.”
“Speaking of...where is Jung-jae? He was just here.”
“Over there!” Sung-hoon chuckled, clasping his hands together and tilting his head like a lullaby. “Nighty-night...” he hummed.
Sure enough, Jung-jae was sprawled on a couch at the far end of the room, sunglasses on, snoring like a chainsaw.
“Oh my god, he snores so loud!” Yu-ri said, peeking over the back of the couch.
“Don’t even get me started. I had to wear earplugs last night.” Byung-hun immediately regrets saying it. Now they’ll never stop with the jokes.
Oh, for heaven’s sake...
“Last night?!” Even from across the room, Dong-geun immediately heard the fatal words. “Do we have a new love blooming?”
“Wait till Director Hwang hears about this!” Si-wan was already in stitches.
“I found him in the hallway in the middle of the night and had to scrape him off the floor. He’d lost his room key, and out of the kindness of my heart I provided him shelter for the night.”
“How magnanimous of you, hyung!” Ha-joon laughed.
Byung-hun smiled at him. The bonds formed with his castmates were so intense, so real, they warmed him to the core. They were like a second family now, and the thought that in a few months it would all be over...he’s already overwhelmed by a wave of melancholy.
While his friends gulp down coffee after coffee and stuff themselves with bacon, eggs, and fruit-topped waffles, Byung-hun drifted toward the window. It would be a good time for a short walk in the park, before they have to leave for the next round of commitments. Maybe that would help him feel a little less like a mess.
“I’m heading out,” he announced.
“Where to?” a few voices chorused.
“Quick walk in the park. See you later, guys” he said, and slipped out before they could reply. He loved them, he did—but right now he needed a little quiet to think.
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Ten minutes later, he already felt reborn.
Walking in nature has always had a refreshing effect on him, and that day was no exception. He lets his mind wander as he watched people jogging, children playing, and families spreading out blankets on the grass, ready for a picnic.
He hoped he wouldn’t be recognized. He was wearing a cap and sunglasses, dressed very casually, and he was counting on that. Usually, he didn’t mind being stopped, sharing a few nice moments with fans and taking some pictures together, but today he just didn’t have the peace of mind for any of it. His thoughts were clouded by a single thing, and Byung-hun thought he knew exactly what it was.
That kiss.
Well, technically, the second kiss.
God. Did Jung-jae really kiss me twice in one night?!
His friend had been very drunk, so at the time that act hadn’t worried him much. The only problem was that now, with a clear head, he realized he’d liked it. Feeling Jung-jae’s wet tongue briefly brush against his own still sent a shiver down his spine.
Wait, what are these thoughts now? Damn him.
Byung-hun has been happily married for many years, and despite what anyone might say, he has always been faithful to his wife. Min-jung was sweet and understanding, and he couldn’t be happier about the family they had built together. He missed her deeply during this hectic time, her and their children, so he took the chance to send her a voice message. It was the middle of the night in Seoul, and the last thing he wanted was to wake her with a phone call. They rarely got to speak while he was away for work.
“Hey, love. I’m walking through Central Park and thinking of you. I miss you. You and the kids. Give them a kiss. I love you.”
He smiled and slipped the phone away. Everything was fine. Nothing to worry about.
An aroma from a nearby cart drew him over, and he ordered a jumbo hot dog with mustard. He’d slept late and only had coffee; now hunger was roaring. Five minutes later he was on a bench, eating contentedly and watching the city move around him. He lost track of time until his phone buzzed. It’s Jung-jae.
“Hello?”
“Where the hell are you? Dong-hyuk is fuming, wondering why you’re not here yet. Cars arrive in ten minutes.”
Byung-hun checked his watch. 1:35 p.m.
Oh, crap.
“Shit!” He shot to his feet. “I’m running!”
“You’d better.”
He hung up the phone call and took off. Better not tempt fate when it comes to Director Hwang.
×
They didn’t get back to the hotel until after eight that evening.
Byung-hun was dead on his feet. He said goodbye to his friends, who protested loudly because they feel abandoned without him, Ha-joon’s exact words. He headed straight to his room, and he immediately ordered room service. While he was waiting for the dinner to arrive he took a long, hot shower, and let the steam rinse the day away.
Half an hour later he was planted in front of the TV, watching an American action flick and demolishing a burger and fries. So much for a balanced diet. Today’s menu: three coffees, one hot dog, Korean pastries after the interview, and now the burger.
“Whatever. I’ll deal with this when I’m back in Korea,” he muttered to himself, with no intention whatsoever of giving up his burger.
Two hours later the blockbuster was about to end, and during the commercial break, the man started getting ready for the night. While he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, someone knocked on the door. He glanced at the clock: it was almost midnight. Who could it be? Jung-jae again, maybe? He quickly rinsed his mouth and went to open the door.
And there he was: his friend, standing in front of him. In tears.
“Jung...Jung-jae?”
Byung-hun had never seen him cry before. But he wasn’t just crying...he was sobbing. Tears streamed down his face without stopping as he staggered in front of his friend. He’d been drinking again tonight, that much was obvious.
“What happened?” Panic bloomed in Byung-hun’s chest.
“Se-ryung...” The other man sobbed.
“Oh god...what happened to her?” He instinctively brought a hand to his mouth.
Jung-jae shook his head.
“She left me...” The words broke apart as another sob tore out of him.
Byung-hun was speechless. The two of them had been together for nearly a decade, and even though they were an odd couple, they had always been very close. He had never sensed the slightest crack between his friend and his partner. Finally, he shook himself from his thoughts and let him into the room.
They sat on the couch. Byung-hun turned off the TV right before the final scene of the movie he was watching. He’d catch it later...this mattered more.
“Jung-jae...breathe,” he said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Tell me what happened.”
Jung-jae shook his head. “I can’t...”
“When you’re ready. But please...try to calm down, okay? It hurts to see you like this.” And he meant it. Seeing his friend so broken hurt his heart so bad.
Jung-jae blinked at him, surprise breaking through the fog. His voice was suddenly steady, serious.
“Hyung...do you care about me?”
“Of course I do. Have I ever given you a reason to think otherwise?”
And just like the night before, Jung-jae lifted his gaze and brought their lips together. Byung-hun tasted the salt of his friend’s tears and kissed him back. Jung-jae raised his hands to cup his face, deepening the contact. Byung-hun slid his hands around the other’s waist, unwilling to let go.
He wasn’t thinking anymore. Their tongues met and clashed, their breaths growing heavier with every second. It was only when Jung-jae grabbed him with even more urgency, his hands pressing harder against Byung-hun’s cheeks, that he truly understood what was happening, and when a familiar heat pooled between his legs, he finally came to his senses. It took every ounce of willpower he had to pull his friend away from him.
“What the hell is wrong with you lately, huh?!”
For a moment, they just stare into each other’s eyes, breathing hard, cheeks burning.
“Didn’t look like you were refusing,” Jung-jae said softly.
The tears on his face had almost dried.
“Maybe you should think about that,” he added before walking out the room, leaving Byung-hun on the couch, stunned.
He was right, and Byung-hun knew it. He hadn’t just failed to pull away.
He’d wanted it.
Notes:
Uh-oh...
Chapter 3
Notes:
Thank you so much to everyone, I'm so grateful for every one of you <3
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A week had passed. The cast had been back in Korea for three days now, and they had a few days off before the next events, which, thankfully, would all take place within the country. Thank God, there were no trips abroad scheduled for the next few weeks.
Byung-hun had spent the last few days in a daze. Not even the joy of finally spending time with his wife and children could shake him from his thoughts. What had happened with Jung-jae was too big, too important to simply set aside.
At night, when darkness fell and he lay down next to his wife, all he could do was reflect. What had happened? Why? And most of all, why didn’t he feel the slightest bit of guilt over it? After all, this was full-on betrayal. He had literally made out with one of his best friends two nights in a row...and he had gotten turned on.
Byung-hun had never felt attracted to a man, let alone kissed one. But ever since that night, Jung-jae had been at the center of his thoughts. In the days that followed, the two of them behaved as if nothing had happened; always friendly during interviews, always playful during breaks. They hadn’t spoken of it again, despite Jung-jae’s last words that night being more than telling.
“Didn’t look like you were refusing”
“Maybe you should think about that”
He was definitely reflecting on it. He had confirmed, with a certain relief, that the emotional and sexual bond with his wife was still the same as always, that he hadn’t stopped feeling anything for her. But then, why did he feel those same emotions toward Jung-jae as well? And then...what had happened between him and his partner? Why had they broken up? Had he realized that something in his tastes had changed?
Thinking that Jung-jae might be gay wasn’t such a far-fetched thought. His friend had always been rather eccentric. But was “eccentric” enough to define someone as homosexual? He didn’t think so.
They hadn’t spoken since they parted ways at the Seoul airport. Not that it was unusual, they often went several days without texting or calling. But still...after what had happened, Byung-hun thought the other man would’ve reached out. Or maybe he was the one who should’ve?
Enough. He was home with the kids today, and he wanted to focus entirely on them. He’d been missing too much of their growing up lately, and it pained him.
But it was just as he was completely lost in his younger daughter’s eyes that a chime announced a new message. His heart leapt into his throat when he saw the name on the screen, like a middle-schooler getting a text from his crush.
“Hey, Byung-hun. Are you free today?”
Before replying, the man briefly opened his friend’s profile picture. It showed Jung-jae smiling, wearing sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt slightly open at the chest. He knew that photo had been taken during his friend’s last vacation in the Maldives with his girlfriend – ex girlfriend. Looking at that picture sent an unexpected shiver down his spine.
“Hey, Jung-jae. Sorry...I’ve got the kids today.”
Unexpectedly, his friend didn’t reply to the message. And he still hadn’t replied hours later, in the evening, when Byung-hun went to bed with his wife, who had a very clear idea of how the night would unfold. But even while making love to her, Byung-hun kept glancing at his phone, hoping that notification would show up sooner or later.
×
No answer the next day either. Maybe Jung-jae had expected him to suggest another time to see each other? Probably. The truth was, Byung-hun didn’t feel ready for a serious conversation. His thoughts were a knot; he needed time.
And then, all of a sudden, it hit him. He still didn’t know why his friend had broken up with his longtime girlfriend, and maybe he just needed someone to talk to.
I’m being a selfish jerk.
So, right after his wife left for work, he grabbed his phone and did the only thing that made sense: he called Jung-jae. It was early, but his friend picked up on the first ring.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Jung-jae. Sorry, I’ve been taking these days to spend some time with the kids while Min-jung’s at work, so she doesn’t have to call the babysitter and I finally get to be with them...I’ve missed them so much.”
Freaking idiot.
Byung-hun felt like an insensitive fool for bringing up his wife and their family life.
“I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have mentioned any of that.”
“Are you stupid? Just because I got dumped doesn’t mean you can’t talk about how happy you are with your family.”
“Jung-jae...how are you? Can you tell me what happened?”
A sigh drifted through the line.
“There isn’t much to tell, really. I hadn’t been attracted to her in a long, long time. Honestly...was I ever?”
Byung-hun suddenly felt uncomfortable. He couldn’t believe what his friend was telling him. The dinners together? The vacations with the four of them? The photos taken at sunset by Min-jung while the two of them kissed, laughing and holding hands? How could all of that be fake? But he stayed silent, waiting.
“I think she had figured it out by then...even though I wasn’t ready to accept the truth, she said it out loud for me. And I, unlike her, didn’t think it was that obvious what I was feeling inside – I hoped I had buried it deep down. But ever since she left me two months ago, I haven’t been able to think about anything else. This is simply who I am, what, deep down, I’ve always known myself to be.”
Byung-hun didn’t immediately grasp his words, too caught up in what he’d just heard his friend say.
“Se-ryung left you TWO MONTHS AGO?!”
“Wait, let me finish–”
“And you didn’t think to tell me right away? Fuck, Jung-jae, what am I to you, exactly? I thought we were friends.” The hurt came out sharper than he expected.
“Byung-hun...did you hear anything I just said? I’m gay.”
Byung-hun felt the floor drop beneath him. He reached for the first thing within reach and steadied himself against the kitchen counter.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Byung-hun...that’s why I...” he hesitated.
“Why you what?” The man suddenly felt furious, as if his friend had betrayed him, as if he’d done him the worst wrong imaginable.
“I don’t think you’re ready for what I’m about to tell you. I’ll see you next week.”
“Jung-jae???” But it was too late, the other had already hung up.
“JUNG-JAE!” He didn’t realize he’d shouted until a sleepy voice sounded behind him.
“Appa?”
He turned, hands shaking, disbelief still stamped across his face.
“Oh God, Joon-hoo...did I wake you?”
The boy nodded, rubbing his eyes. In just a few days, he would turn ten...but to Byung-hun, he was still the little boy he’d held in his arms for the first time all those years ago. He glanced at the wall clock: it was only 8:10 a.m.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Appa, what happened to Jung-jae samchon?”
A twist of pain. Jung-jae samchon.
“It’s okay, sweetheart...nothing happened to him, he’s perfectly fine. I’m just a little on edge today. How about we make breakfast together?”
×
It had been five days since Byung-hun last heard from Jung-jae.
Tomorrow, the two of them – just them and Director Hwang – were scheduled for an interview together. He had no idea how to approach his friend now that he...knew. And that unfinished confession? Byung-hun had replayed it a hundred times.
Jung-jae had kissed him two, no, wait, three times in the U.S. Three. Could he actually be in love with him? The thought made Byung-hun laugh out loud. The fans would eat it up if they knew. But why was he even entertaining it? It couldn’t be true.
And yet, the more he thought about it, the more it made perfect sense.
And then, what about himself? He hadn’t pulled away from those kisses, Jung-jae was right. He hadn’t refused, he’d gone along with his friend’s crazy impulses and, if anything, had returned them with just as much passion. But he wasn’t gay! Ever since he was young, Byung-hun had been a notorious womanizer; the number of women he’d been with couldn’t even be counted on two hands by now. Never, not once in his lifetime, had he thought about a man in a romantic way, let alone in a sexual one.
And yet, the way he reacted with Jung-jae suggested that maybe that truth no longer held. Wait, can someone just become gay? But when he thought back to the past few nights with his wife, he doesn’t feel gay at all...however, what happened with Jung-jae hadn’t left him indifferent. It didn’t leave him indifferent even now.
One thing was crystal clear: the two of them absolutely needed to talk.
Byung-hun remained restless all day. Min-jung had gone with Joon-hoo on a school trip, and they wouldn’t be back until after dinner, leaving him alone with little Seo-yi. That afternoon, he’d taken her for a long walk around the neighborhood. Now they were at the park, and the girl was playing on the swings. Byung-hun never took his eyes off her; there were quite a few people at the park that day, and the world had become a dangerous place by now.
But his mind wandered. What bothered him so much? The fact that Jung-jae was gay? He had never thought of himself as homophobic, so why did he now feel this discomfort around him, almost as if he were a different person from the one he’d known for thirty years? Perhaps the discomfort came only from the fact that he responded to the attention his friend gave him. And that, in turn, called his own sexuality into question.
And there it is again, back to his sexuality. And that’s the part that scared him the most.
Seo-yi was skipping her way back to him.
“Appa, appa.”
“What is it? Tired? Want to go home?”
She rubbed against his leg and wrapped her arms around it.
“Alright, let’s go.”
As she climbed onto the stroller, he took out a small piece of bread and handed it to her. She squeaked with delight, and the two of them headed home.
That night, after dinner, Byung-hun and his daughter were dozing off together on the bed when he received two messages, one right after the other.
One was from his wife, telling him they were leaving the school and would be home in about ten minutes, and the other was from Director Hwang, reminding him of the next morning’s appointment – 10 a.m. at Netflix’s Seoul headquarters. Not that he needed the reminder; Byung-hun had been looking forward to it.
He replied to both messages, then got up. He carried his daughter into his arms, gently laid her down in her crib, then went downstairs to the kitchen to get something to drink while waiting for the other two members of the family to come home.
×
The next morning, at 9:45, Byung-hun arrived at the building where the interview would take place. He was greeted warmly by a staff member who escorted him to a small room, where he waited for Dong-hyuk and Jung-jae. His nerves were buzzing, a mix of anxiety and excitement. At exactly 10, the two finally peeked into the room.
“Good to see you,” Byung-hun said. Jung-jae gave a quick nod in return.
“Good morning to you,” greeted Director Hwang. “Are you ready? Come on, the interviewer’s already outside.” And with that, he left the room without even waiting for them, as restless as ever.
That left a brief, awkward pause among the two actors, now alone in the room.
“You...doing okay?” Byung-hun asked.
“I’m fine. You?”
“Yeah.”
Jung-jae pointed at the door. “We’d better get going...unless we want to be lynched by Mister Nervousness.”
Byung-hun nodded and followed him. On the way to the studio, he couldn’t stop glancing at his friend. Was he really okay? Maybe, if there was time afterward, they could finally talk.
The questions were always the same: What can we expect from the next season? Can you give us any spoilers? Will we see new games? Will Gi-hun become the new Frontman?
Of course, this side of things had inevitably became part of his job, more than ever in recent years, with the rise of social media and the success of Squid Game, but Byung-hun just wasn’t in the mood.
All he could think about was Jung-jae. While his friend talked, he sneaked several glances at him, which were often returned, and despite the distance between them in the past few weeks, they chuckled together at some jokes and smiled at each other as if nothing had ever happened. For the first time in a while, Byung-hun felt at peace, and confident again: their friendship had remained intact.
At the end of the interview, however, Jung-jae slipped away in a hurry, and his friend didn’t even have the chance to say a single word to him...and the anxiety came rushing back.
On his way home by taxi, he made up his mind: he absolutely had to ask him for a private conversation. He couldn’t stand the distance anymore, neither physical nor emotional.
“Jung-jae, I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to talk just now. Can we meet in the next few days? Somewhere downtown, maybe?”
He suggested a neutral place, so that neither of them would feel too uncomfortable, being among people and in a public space.
The reply came immediately.
“I’ll come to your place tomorrow. If that’s not a problem.”
Direct as always.
“That’s fine. If you come in the late afternoon, Min-jung will be home to watch the kids while we talk.”
“Good. Tomorrow then.”
Byung-hun’s pulse quickened. He couldn’t wait.
Notes:
So...what do you think is going to happen now? 👀
Chapter Text
The next day, Min-jung asked her husband if they could all go to the movies together, for a carefree family night out.
Byung-hun felt a pang in his chest. He had to see Jung-jae. He needed to.
“Love, Jung-jae’s supposed to come over today. Something happened, and he needs to talk to me. I’d hate to tell him to postpone...” Luckily, he didn’t have to lie.
She sighed. “Don’t worry, honey. Maybe I could ask your sister to come with us instead.”
Byung-hun’s heart skipped a beat.
“You’re still going?”
“Yes...otherwise Joon-hoo will never forgive me.”
“I’m sorry I can’t come with you.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll make it up to me later.” She gave him a mischievous look and kissed him in a way that left little to the imagination.
“Ah..."
Okay, he definitely wasn’t gay. Or he wouldn’t have that instant reaction, that heat pooling low in his belly at the thought of what would happen later with his wife.
Still, he had to figure out why he had had the exact same reaction with Jung-jae.
×
His friend rang the doorbell at 5:30 p.m. His wife and kids had just left in a taxi, planning to pick up his sister on the way before heading to the 6 o’clock movie. Byung-hun couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine at the thought of Jung-jae stepping into his house – completely empty.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” he replied, stepping inside.
He looked around, noticing how unusually quiet the house was. “Are you...alone?”
“Yeah. They had plans.”
"...oh.”
That single oh was enough to send Byung-hun’s mind drifting into uncharted waters.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Come on in...let’s go up to my study.”
Jung-jae nodded, and after taking off his shoes, he followed him upstairs. He settled onto the small couch by the window, while Byung-hun, after a moment’s hesitation, chose his usual armchair across from his friend.
“So...” he hesitated, unsure, “how are you feeling? Have you...recovered a little?”
“I’m better, hyung. Thanks. Se-ryung and I talked.”
“Oh yeah? Did you two clear things up?”
“Of course not. But she was understanding.”
A strange lightness settled in his chest, and he couldn’t believe that feeling had taken root inside him. Because what he felt when he learned that they hadn’t gotten back together wasn’t sadness; it was relief.
“Uh...okay.”
“Don’t you have anything to ask me?” Jung-jae looked at him so intensely that Byung-hun was afraid he might be able to read his mind.
“I thought you had something to tell me.”
“Do I disgust you, huh, Byung-hun?”
“What the hell are you talking about? Why on earth would you disgust me?” He felt deeply unsettled by the accusation.
Jung-jae let out a strained laugh.
“First I kiss you...then I tell you I’m single, and kiss you again...and then I tell you I’m gay. Come on, don’t tell me that didn’t throw you off.”
“It did, of course it did...because you didn’t tell me sooner.”
“Tell you sooner? And then what? What difference would it have made?” Jung-jae looked shaken.
“Well, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself tangled up in a relationship with a woman, or at least, you might have ended it earlier.”
“Oh, so now it’s my fault, huh, Byung-hun? I made a woman suffer for years pretending to love her?” His voice rose, sharp with anger.
“I’m sorry, Jung-jae, that’s not what I meant...” his friend said quickly, mortified.
“No, don’t apologize. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I shouldn’t have buried who I was for more than fifty years.”
The truth of it hit him square in the chest, and Byung-hun suddenly felt a pang of sorrow for his friend. Now he truly saw it. Jung-jae had always had to hide, to pretend to be something he wasn’t. He couldn’t even imagine what that must have felt like.
“I’m really sorry,” Byung-hun said, moving to sit beside him on the couch. “I didn’t think about all that. God...it must have been so hard for you.”
Jung-jae looked straight into his eyes, sensing that his friend was being honest and sincere.
“It was hard. But not as hard as holding myself back from kissing you right now.”
Byung-hun was completely speechless. He just stared at him. Jung-jae, and that gentle, earnest face studying him so intently. Then he spoke again.
“Can I...”
The man felt completely disconnected from reality. Nothing else existed but Jung-jae now, looking at him with that hopeful, bright gaze.
And slowly, Byung-hun nodded.
A second later, Jung-jae was already on him, warm and demanding, a hand cupping his cheek. Byung-hun reacted instantly: he pulled his arms around his waist, pulling him closer, and this time it was he who deepened the kiss, forcing his way into Jung-jae’s mouth, which opened for him eagerly.
His mouth was so warm, so wet, and he tasted so delicious that in seconds Byung-hun was hard, feeling his erection throbbing in his pants.
Jung-jae seemed to feel the same, because between kisses he groaned, making Byung-hun’s mind go blank. With one hand, he pulled his friend’s head back and pressed his lips to his neck.
“Hyung...” is all Jung-jae manages to say before he feels his friend’s erection pressing against his thigh. In a sudden, fluid motion, he swings a leg over and straddles him, their aching cocks meeting for the first time, still trapped beneath their pants. Jung-jae started grinding slowly, his lips finding Byung-hun’s again.
Byung-hun was in sheer ecstasy. Feeling Jung-jae as excited as he was and having his body pressing down on him...that was far too much for him to keep even a shred of control.
Jung-jae suddenly stood up and began to undress. Byung-hun, still seated on the couch, followed suit. The two of them never once looked away from each other as buttons came undone and shirts slipped off, as zippers lowered and pants gathered on the floor.
“Wait...” Jung-jae was down to his boxers, and he stopped his friend with a hand just as he began to remove his own. “Let me do it...”
Jung-jae was utterly sensual, and Byung-hun couldn’t fathom how he never noticed it before. It turned him on deeply.
He moved closer to him and knelt down, sliding the fabric down slowly, never breaking eye contact.
“Fuck...” Jung-jae couldn’t hold back, while he freed his friend's penis. He pushed the fabric aside, discarding it without a second thought. “Fuck, Byung-hun. Fuck.”
Shame never touched him, not even once. It was the first time he had ever been aroused by a man, in front of a man, his body completely exposed, with no more secrets. But after all, this was Jung-jae, and with him there is no shame.
His friend’s hand wrapped around him, stroking slow, deliberate. Desire twisted every line of his face. Byung-hun was overwhelmed by excitement too, while Jung-jae jerked him off.
Jung-jae was lost in the rhythm, devouring every little shiver of Byung-hun, every slightest reaction, every moan, every drop of precum spilling from his hard length.
“Jung-jae...” Byung-hun stopped him with a hand, not without some effort – God, that movement felt too good. “I want to see you...”
Jung-jae understood instantly. He stripped the rest away, baring himself, cock flushed and slick. Byung-hun was in awe of his friend’s body. He had seen him in swimwear or underwear before, but never like this. Never aroused. Never because of him. And seeing him now, standing in front of him like this...he couldn’t hold himself back.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, hand drifting down his own shaft.
Jung-jae mirrored him, stroking himself with abandon, eyes locked on him.
“Fuck, Byung-hun...yeah...touch yourself for me.” His voice broke, high with need, and Byung-hun lost his mind.
“Yes...talk to me like that...”
“Hyung, please...don’t stop...come for me,” Jung-jae moaned, pumping harder on the length of his cock.
“Jung-jae...fuck...” He could already feel the orgasm building, and there was no stopping now. He couldn't break what they were doing.
“Hyung...” Jung-jae moaned, “fuck, you’re so damn sexy...touch yourself for me, come with me...please.”
Byung-hun speeds up, his eyes locked on his friend pleasuring himself, on that face overwhelmed by ecstasy.
“Jung-jae...I’m gonna come...”
“Oh God...”
Byung-hun’s hips jerked as orgasm ripped through him, spilling hot across his stomach and the couch.
“Oh shit...” Moments later, Jung-jae came hard onto the floor. He almost screamed, overwhelmed by the sensations, and then collapsed to his knees, exhausted.
Byung-hun was drenched in sweat. Suddenly, he felt outside of his own body, as if he were watching the scene unfold from somewhere else.
He and Jung-jae locked eyes for several long moments, both panting. Then his friend got up, grabbed the tissue box from the desk, and started wiping the floor before tossing it to Byung-hun, who did the same with himself and the couch.
He’d need to clean it properly to get rid of all the stains...but he’ll have time for that later, before his family got back from the cinema. Silence fell over the room. Neither of them says a word.
Jung-jae was slowly starting to pull his boxers back on, while Byung-hun headed toward the hallway, intent on going to the bathroom to clean himself up, when they suddenly hear a noise.
The house alarm beeped. A key turned in the lock.
"Holy shit..." Byung-hun muttered, glancing at his friend standing there in just his boxers, their eyes meeting in shared, startled terror.
“Love? We’re home!” Min-jung’s voice rang out from downstairs.
The two men were caught in a race against time, scrambling to get dressed and make themselves look halfway decent, while she told their son to go wash up and started climbing the stairs.
They barely managed to sit down – Jung-jae on the couch and Byung-hun in his armchair – when she peeked through the half-open door, knocking lightly.
Byung-hun’s heart was pounding in his throat, and Jung-jae looked utterly shaken. Luckily, they’re actors...today, more than ever, it’s time to put their skills to work.
“Jung-jae! It’s been so long. I’m so happy to see you here!” She walked toward him, and he stood to greet her, kissing her on both cheeks.
“Are...are you alright?” she asked, noticing the faint flush on his face.
“I’m fine, thank you,” was all he said.
“How come you’re here already?” Byung-hun asked, smiling at his wife.
She let out a quiet sigh.
“We were at the cinema. We were about to line up for tickets when an attendant told us that, due to a malfunction in the Dolby system, the theater would remain closed until at least 9 p.m. A bit too long to wait around. But at least they gave us complimentary tickets for tomorrow.”
Her husband didn’t comment.
She turned to Jung-jae. “Stay for dinner. We’re having Chinese.”
“Oh, Min-jung, no need–”
“I insist. See you both downstairs in half an hour.” And with that, she was gone.
They both exhaled hard. Jung-jae slumped back onto the couch. “Shit...”
“Jung-jae. You can’t stay for dinner.”
He looked at him with shock.
“What? But she–”
“No. Now you’re going to say Se-ryung is waiting for you for dinner. She doesn’t know the truth anyway.”
Jung-jae didn’t say anything else. He looked at his friend with a serious, unreadable expression, then turned and walked out of the room.
Byung-hun sat, elbows on his knees, hands tangled in his hair.
What the actual fuck had just happened?!
×
It had been two days since Byung-hun had stayed in bed. He had even canceled a meeting with his agency staff that afternoon. It was as if time had stopped two days earlier, after he and Jung-jae...well, after they had done what they had done.
Min-jung was worried. Her husband had merely told her that he wasn’t feeling well, refusing to get out of bed or see a doctor. Even that morning, as she left to take the children to school, she paused beside him, trying to understand what was wrong.
“Don’t worry. I’m fine.”
Always the same answer. But it was obvious it wasn’t true. The next day, she would call the doctor, whether her husband agreed or not.
As for Byung-hun, the day passed in a haze of tangled thoughts. He had no idea what to do, no idea what his next move should be.
His mind kept fighting it, refusing to dwell on what happened, pushing the thought aside. And yet, whenever he let his mind wander, it inevitably circled back to those moments. Jung-jae stripping in front of him, his face burning with desire. Jung-jae jerking him off while staring straight into his eyes. Jung-jae slipping off his underwear. Jung-jae, completely naked, touching himself right in front of him...and every single time, Byung-hun ended up with an erection he had to take care of. By now, it was the fourth time in two days he’d gotten himself off thinking about his friend.
Friend...
While he was in the bathroom cleaning himself up, he thought. What had Jung-jae become to him? The word friend felt far too small for what he felt. But then...what were they? Lovers? No, that couldn’t be. He had never thought of himself as someone capable of cheating...but now he was cheating, and he was already looking forward to seeing Jung-jae again, to do things that were anything but friendly.
Was he really that easy to sway? Had two kisses been enough to send him tumbling into the trap of desire and betrayal? No. He knew that wasn’t true. Otherwise, anyone he had ever kissed would have become a potential temptation. Even the people he’d kissed for work. But that had never happened, unless he had been truly attracted to the other person. And all of that had been long before he met Min-jung. As for the people he kissed in scenes nowadays...he had never, not once, felt aroused because of them. It was just work, nothing more.
But with Jung-jae, everything was different.
He remembered filming seasons two and three of Squid Game, all those looks he had to throw him, the attention his character gave. Back then he hadn’t thought much of it. Looking back now, he realized he had liked a lot giving him that attention, maybe too much. In those moments, it hadn’t been In-ho obsessed with Gi-hun. It had been Byung-hun exchanging glances with Jung-jae. He was sure of it. And considering how things had turned out...it must have been the same for his friend, too.
Jung-jae had broken up with Se-ryung because he’d fallen in love with him. The more he sat with it, the more certain it felt.
Oh, come on, always the center of the universe...
No. He was sure of it. Jung-jae had always known he was gay, yes, but there had to be a reason Se-ryung noticed something only in these last months. That something, or rather, someone, had to be Byung-hun.
Before he knew it, afternoon had already come. He hadn’t eaten anything that day either, but he didn’t feel hungry at all.
He checked his phone for the first time since the night before. No messages, aside from the agency group chat. Oh, and one from his wife, sent many hours ago by now.
“At work. I love you.”
He couldn’t bring himself to answer.
5:40 p.m.
Enough.
He got up, tossed the sheets into the washing machine, took a long, refreshing shower, and got dressed. It was hot outside, so he went for shorts and a casual sweatshirt. He checked himself in the mirror, satisfied with what he saw: almost fifty-five, yet he really did look like a kid. A quick fix to his hair, sunglasses on, one last smug grin at his reflection, and he was out the door, heading for the car. Finally stepping outside gave him a rush of freedom, and he smiled as he looked up at the sky.
Five minutes later, he was already on the road. Half an hour after that, he pulled up and rang the doorbell, wondering if he had made the right choice.
“Come in,” the voice said simply, as the gate unlocked. Of course, he’d recognized the car on the cameras.
Byung-hun parked by the garages and headed up the path toward Jung-jae’s front door.
Notes:
Well...what can I say. Things are finally moving, huh? 😌
Chapter Text
Jung-jae was already there waiting, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Incredibly serious.
He was breathtakingly handsome, effortlessly so, perfectly put together even at home, wearing a Gucci tracksuit. He could have walked into an interview dressed like that and no one would ever guess it was casual wear. Then his eyes dropped to his feet: he was wearing a pair of green-Squid-Game slippers with the number 456 printed on them. Byung-hun couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped him.
“Nice slippers.”
Jung-jae didn’t move to let him in.
“You’ve got some nerve showing up here like this.”
Byung-hun stayed silent.
“I didn’t think you’d want to see me after the way you treated me the other day,” he added with a grimace. His voice was deeply irritated.
“I’m sorry...can we talk?”
He waited so long that Byung-hun really thought Jung-jae was about to slam the door in his face, but then he stepped aside and gestured for him to come in.
It had been a while since Byung-hun had last set foot in his friend’s house, since that party Jung-jae had hosted months ago with the entire Squid Game cast. The place was spotless, immaculate, without a single streak on the large windows overlooking the garden. Jung-jae was a notorious mess, so the cleaning lady had clearly been there not too long ago.
“What brings you here?” Jung-jae flopped down on the sofa.
Byung-hun copied him, taking the opposite end.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“You said that already. So talk.” He crossed his arms and legs and stared at him, waiting.
“Uh...” he hesitated. Was he an idiot? Two days of thinking this over and he hadn’t prepared a single speech. “Jung-jae, first of all I’m really sorry I basically threw you out the other day. But try to put yourself in my shoes.”
Pause. Jung-jae said nothing; he had to fight his way through it.
“I mean...I’ve never doubted my sexual orientation. But what happened the other night...holy shit, Jung-jae, you gave me a handjob!” he blurted, then blushed hard and looked down. “And fuck did I liked it.”
Jung-jae leaned in a little, still silent.
“You can understand that with a wife and two kids I was, uh, a bit worried.”
At that, his friend finally spoke.
“I never said you shouldn’t feel that way. You’ve got every reason to be scared. But that doesn’t give you the right to treat me like that, without giving me a single word. We could have talked right away.”
“I needed time. Time to process. And I already told you I’m sorry."
Neither of them said anything for a while.
“Jung-jae. Explain it to me. What’s going on? What do you feel for me?”
He swallowed.
“Byung-hun, oh dear Byung-hun.” Jung-jae shook his head softly. “You never noticed, but I’ve been...I’ve felt something for you for a long time. And all the time we spent together on set didn’t help.” He paused, nervous. “God, Byung-hun...how I wished you’d devour me with your eyes the way In-ho did with Gi-hun.”
I knew it!
Byung-hun blushed again, but didn’t interrupt him.
“Se-ryung figured it out a while ago. She knew I’d been pretending with her. And then when I told her about you–“
“You told her?!” Byung-hun couldn’t hold back.
“Of course. I had to be fully honest.”
“And what did she say?”
“Well...she was furious, obviously. I felt awful. I really thought I loved her. For years I’d convinced myself I was cured.”
“You’re not sick...you never were.”
He looked up, sadness and gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you, hyung.”
“And now...how are you? After what happened between us...”
“Byung-hun, I’ve never been this happy. I don’t kid myself about the future, but what happened between us I’ll keep forever. Every time I close my eyes...I see you in front of me jerking off.”
Was that supposed to sound flattering?
How embarrassing...
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Jung-jae said, sensing his friend’s uneasiness.
“No,” Byung-hun cut him off. “It’s been the same for me these past two days. I feel like shit toward my wife.”
“You just listened to yourself. To what you needed. Don’t be so harsh on yourself.”
“Don’t try to justify me...I’m a damn cheater, fuck.”
Jung-jae said nothing.
“And yet...” Byung-hun continued, “I can’t stay away from you. Not mentally, not physically...I can’t. I don’t want to.”
He moved closer to him, shifting along the couch.
“Hyung,” Jung-jae swallowed, eyes fixed on him, “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.”
By then, Byung-hun was already right beside him. He let out a quiet breath and murmured: “But I do want to.”
Byung-hun leaned in and kissed him. Jung-jae didn’t resist...he couldn’t resist him.
When he felt Byung-hun’s hand slip under his shirt, he understood that something had begun. Something neither of them could stop. It was like a wave, unstoppable, sweeping away everything in its path. Jung-jae let out a shaky breath as his friend pulled his shirt up and off, touching him everywhere.
Byung-hun’s hands moved slowly across his chest, tracing his collarbones, lingering over his abdomen, touching every bit of exposed skin. He looked at him as though he were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, wanting more with every touch. He leaned down to lick his nipples, teasing them with his tongue and drawing soft moans of pleasure from Jung-jae, before lifting his head and moving to his neck, leaving a trail of deep, wet kisses along his skin.
“Jung-jae...you’re so damn beautiful...” Byung-hun was utterly lost, and as for Jung-jae...he was already fully aroused. All that physical contact from the other had only made him want him even more desperately. Jung-jae hadn’t expected it, and he welcomed his advances with surprise and pleasure.
“Wait...” he gently moved him aside and tugged off his sweatshirt in return, slowly, his hands gliding over Byung-hun’s perfectly sculpted chest. Right after, Byung-hun took off his shorts, and Jung-jae followed, revealing his bulge under the fabric.
“Oh, God...” the friend blurted when he saw it. Jung-jae noticed he was just as aroused and guided his hand between his legs, rubbing him lightly.
They kissed deeply as Byung-hun gasped at each touch. Finally, he felt bold enough to touch Jung-jae’s cock through his boxers for the first time. Jung-jae jolted in surprise.
“What?”
“Oh, nothing...I just wasn’t expecting it.”
Byung-hun gave him a sly smile and they kept touching each other, eyes locked. It felt like a slow ritual, paced only by their breaths and the deepening of their caresses. Byung-hun craved him, wanted him – oh God, how he wanted him. He leaned in to kiss him and slowly guided him back onto the couch, lying down over him. Jung-jae let himself be carried by the other’s momentum, as Byung-hun settled between his legs, moving his hips, their hard cocks pressing against each other as their mouths kept searching, hungry and relentless.
A few minutes later, Jung-jae froze.
“Hyung...” he hesitated, unsure.
“What is it? Are you okay?”
He said it so softly that, even in the heat of the moment, Jung-jae felt his heart swell with love.
“Hyung. I really want to blow you.”
Jung-jae watched his friend go pale and crimson at the same time. He didn’t know that was possible.
“Yes,” he said after a few beats, “yes. Do it.”
Jung-jae felt like he was floating. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The two of them sat up from the couch, and Byung-hun settled back, waiting, looking at him with eyes full of anticipation. Jung-jae knelt down, eager, and took hold of his friend’s boxers where his hips rested at the edge of the couch, pulling them down and letting them fall to the floor.
“Oh fuck...” Jung-jae couldn’t be indifferent to the sight before him. His friend’s thick, hard, slick cock was something he’d never get used to. “Fuck...”
Without looking away, he stood to pull down his own boxers, freeing his equally rigid cock. He quickly noticed Byung-hun was devouring him with his eyes.
He knelt down again, his friend watching hungrily. Once in position, he took him into his mouth. Byung-hun’s reaction was immediate: as soon as he felt the warm, wet cavity tighten around his cock, his head fell back and he started moaning.
It was unlike any oral sex he’d ever received. Jung-jae was so intent, so skilled in every tiny flick of his tongue licking him, so arousing, that Byung-hun felt his control slip. Every slow drag of his friend’s tongue, every subtle shift of his lips along him was deliberate, confident, unbearable in the best possible way.
When he managed to regain a sliver of control and looked down, the sight of his friend blowing him drove him wild all over again.
“Christ, Jung-jae,” he panted, “please...keep going. Yes...”
Jung-jae got even more excited and quickened, pumping faster and deeper, Byung-hun’s cock sliding up and down his throat. One hand held him firm; the other stroked himself.
“I don’t think I’ll last much longer...” Byung-hun gasped loudly, rolling his hips and pushing even deeper into his friend’s mouth.
“Jung-jae...yes, Jung-jae, I’m coming...” he spilled into him, almost shouting his name and gripping the sofa.
Hearing his name like that and feeling his friend’s release fill his mouth, Jung-jae didn’t need long to climax as well, while he swallowed his warm liquid and let go of Byung-hun’s cock. The latter watched as he finished himself off and came. Jung-jae was sweating, breathing hard, licking his lips.
“Fuck, hyung...” he dropped onto the sofa beside him.
Byung-hun turned to look at him and smiled. His hand searched for the other’s, almost shyly, and Jung-jae took it without hesitation, their fingers interlacing as if they had belonged together all along. He smiled back at him, softly. The two of them stayed there, looking at each other for a moment, and Byung-hun felt something inside him begin to change.
×
Ten minutes later they were both washed and clean, sitting at the kitchen table.
After learning his friend hadn’t eaten all day, Jung-jae was making him bibimbap.
“Unbelievable...not eating for two days and spending all your time in bed...” Jung-jae muttered as he cooked.
Byung-hun chuckled. Then, he suddenly remembered he had a wife at home.
“Shit.” He pulled his phone from his shorts: a missed call from her and a few texts. He called back immediately.
“Look who came back to life!” she teased.
“Sorry...I came over to Jung-jae’s.”
Hearing that, Jung-jae jolted, and the ladle slipped from his hand, clattering loudly to the floor.
“You sure did come, no doubt about that...” he commented, deadpan.
“Jung-jae!!!” Byung-hun went crimson.
“What are you two up to?”
Phewww.
Thankfully his wife didn’t seem to have heard. Damn innuendos.
“Never mind. Anyway, sorry I didn’t tell you...”
What a lousy husband.
"Don’t worry. I’m just happy you finally got out of bed. Even if it’s JJ’s doing and not mine," she said, laughing. Byung-hun laughed along – that was exactly how things had gone.
“I’ll eat here. Sorry again, love...”
“It’s fine. Enjoy dinner, both of you. See you later,” she said, then hung up.
Ugh.
His wife was so understanding…
“You’re an idiot!” he snapped at his friend.
“I may be an idiot, but I’m very funny..." and he burst out laughing at his own joke. Seeing him laugh, Byung-hun couldn’t resist and laughed too.
“Stupid!” he shouted between laughs, getting up and moving closer to Jung-jae, who was still doubled over, leaning on the counter.
“And the Oscar for Best Performance goes to...” joked Byung-hun. Then, suddenly, his friend’s laughing face, so familiar and yet so new, became the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
“Come here, dummy.” Byung-hun tilted his head a little and Jung-jae understood immediately. He hugged him and kissed him, and they stayed like that until a burning smell hit their noses.
"THE BIBIMBAP!" Jung-jae shouted, pulling the pot off the stove and trying to limit the damage while Byung-hun laughed.
Luckily, dinner was saved, and the two of them sat down at the table to eat.
“I didn’t realize how hungry I was. God...this is amazing, Jung-jae-ya!” Byung-hun said.
“Of course it’s good, you haven’t eaten since yesterday. You’d like anything.”
“It’s delicious anyway.”
In the end, he wolfed down another plate. The two of them cleared the table, loaded the dishwasher, washed the pot, and tidied up the kitchen, exchanging a few smiles every now and then.
“Feels like a domestic scene, huh?” Jung-jae said.
Byung-hun smiled sadly. He could have easily gotten used to this. But they would only ever have stolen moments.
“Come on, let’s go sit.”
“Jung-jae, I should go...” he whispered, glancing at the clock. It was already 8 p.m.
"Please. Stay with me a little longer..." he begged, looking at him with those big, unfortunate puppy eyes.
“Doing Gi-hun is always going to work on me, I’m afraid,” he sighed, following him to the living room.
“You’ll always be obsessed with me, Front Man,” Jung-jae grinned, confident.
They sat on the sofa.
“How do you feel, hyung?”
“I feel great.”
“Did you...like it...earlier?” he asked shyly.
“Oh, did I like it...Jung-jae, you’re going to drive me insane.”
“That’s exactly what I’m hoping,” he murmured, stroking his leg. Byung-hun could feel himself getting hard again. “I hate to ask, but I’d be a real jerk if I didn’t, given the circumstances...how do we handle all this?” Jung-jae went on.
Byung-hun took his time answering. He wanted everything that was happening. Viscerally. He couldn’t afford to lose it. Even if it meant...cheating.
“I want to live all of this with you. I don’t care about anything else. Please, Jung-jae. Let me...be with you.”
“You’ll never have to beg me for that. Beg me only when I’m kneeling between your legs again.”
A spark shot through Byung-hun.
“God, Jung-jae...careful or I’ll get hard again.”
“I already am,” he leaned in to brush his lips, “but we should stop for tonight. You need to go home.”
Byung-hun groaned in protest.
“I know...go let your wife handle it. She’ll be happy.”
“No...I could never have sex with my wife while thinking of you.”
He paused, thinking.
“Fuck...it’ll happen anyway, won’t it?” he asked, more to himself than to his friend.
“Go on, shoo,” Jung-jae urged.
Byung-hun stood up. They said their goodbyes at the doorway, and he headed to his car.
For the entire drive, he couldn’t think about anything but Jung-jae.
×
“I’m home! But I have to run to the bathroom!” he shouted as he came in, making his wife laugh as she teased him from the kitchen.
He rushed into the downstairs bathroom and locked the door. He had a massive hard-on. He couldn’t show up in front of Min-jung like this. In the car he hadn’t been able to stop picturing Jung-jae sucking him off for even a minute, and this was the result.
He jerked off for less than two minutes before coming, overexcited. He had to bite his lip to keep from yelling.
He turned on the shower and checked his phone. There was a message from Jung-jae about twenty minutes earlier: a photo of him with eyes full of desire. Gorgeous, so gorgeous that, as always, Byung-hun was left speechless. He read the text beneath it.
“In the end I couldn’t resist. That jerk-off was all for you.”
Byung-hun felt his heart leap into his throat. His friend had masturbated thinking of him, too.
He sent a selfie back: messy hair and flushed cheeks.
“Half an hour driving and I did nothing but think of you. I had to sprint to the bathroom to fix it.”
Jung-jae replied with a fire emoji.
“Good night, Jung-jae-ya.”
“Good night, hyung. I’ll think of you all night.”
Byung-hun smiled, knowing it would be exactly the same for him...and in that moment, he was nothing but happy.
Notes:
Are we feeling okay or are we going crazy just like Byung-hun?! lmao
Chapter Text
Two weeks went by before Byung-hun and Jung-jae saw each other again.
Life, unfortunately, had taken over. Byung-hun’s agency kept him busy and, when he wasn’t working, he was home with the kids.
Jung-jae, for his part, had his hands full with interviews and running his company.
But not a single day passed without them calling each other. Every evening, right on time, they had their daily phone call – an appointment Byung-hun thought about all day.
That night was no exception. While his wife was out to dinner and the kids were asleep, he called.
“Finally...”
“Hi, Jung-jae-ya. How are you?”
“Tired. Long day. And tomorrow will be just as long...but at least I’ll get to see you again.”
Byung-hun smiled. The next day they would finally have another interview with some Squid Game cast members.
“It’s going to be hard to keep a straight face. But what choice do we have?”
“Well...we can blow off steam now so we won’t be too worked up tomorrow.”
“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” Byung-hun was already buzzing.
“I’m suggesting exactly what you think.”
They’d already had phone sex once, many days earlier, and it had been more satisfying than expected. Byung-hun lied down on the bed.
“Then,” he began, “tell me where you are, what you’re wearing, and what you’re doing.”
“I’m sitting on the couch. Exactly where I sucked your cock last time.”
“Mmm...go on...”
“I’ve got a light sweater on...but I’m naked underneath. I was already touching myself before you called. Just on time, hyung.”
“Shit,” Byung-hun started touching himself too, over his clothes. “And what were you thinking about?”
“I was thinking about you on top of me. I was thinking that tomorrow I’d like to fuck you in front of everyone.”
A shiver ran down Byung-hun’s spine. He’d love to be fucked by Jung-jae.
“Tell me more...”
“Imagine. We’re sitting next to each other during the interview. The journalist asks the classic question: What do you think of fans who say you’re in a bromance? and I look at you. I look at you, and then at the journalist and say, Watch this. I start kissing you and undressing you, and you’re turned on. You get hard instantly. You undress me too. We jerk each other off looking into each other’s eyes...just like now.”
Jung-jae pauses while he stroked himself. On the other end, Byung-hun was doing the same.
“Then I slam you to the floor. My cock is hard as marble. I lift your legs and lick your hole. I slide a finger in and you start moaning. I add a second finger and you moan even louder. Until I can’t take it anymore and I push my cock into your ass. And I thrust hard, so hard you can’t stop yelling. What would you say to me?”
“Jung-jae, push harder, oh yes, go on, don’t stop.” Byung-hun was sweating. Giving in to his friend’s fantasies was wildly arousing.
“And I oblige you. I drive my cock in deeper and scream with you. God, Byung-hun, you’re so tight and so hot. God, I want to fuck you even harder.”
“Then fuck me harder. I want to feel all of you. Fuck me, Jung-jae, please, go.” By then he was panting, his cock leaking precum into his hand.
“I get even more worked up and snap my hips without mercy. You beg me, I cry out. We’re one.”
“One,” Byung-hun whispered.
“I thrust until I feel the orgasm building. At that point my cock is so hard it almost hurts.”
“And I feel you inside me. Yes, you’re so hard it hurts. I’m stroking myself while you’re in front of me, watching. Every thrust hurts but turns me on even more.”
“And finally...” Jung-jae broke off. He still hadn’t come.
“Finally...” Byung-hun echoed. “Jung-jae. I’m rock hard. I wish you were here to suck me.”
“Oh God...I’d wreck you. I can’t hold it. Byung-hun...I’d fuck you raw while everyone watches. I’d suck you so hard I’d drain you. God, hyung...I’m coming...” Jung-jae moaned so loudly it sounds like he was right next to him.
“Good, Jung-jae-ya...come for me...” Byung-hun jerked himself faster. “Ah, yes, I’m coming, I’m coming...” and he came, spilling over himself while imagining his friend deep inside him. Their breathing is ragged now.
“Hyung...baby, you were amazing.”
“Jung-jae, you naughty boy.”
“Only for you...I like it.”
“I like it too. God, I love it when you’re that dirty.”
They stayed on the phone in silence for a bit.
“That was incredible. I really wish we could do it tomorrow. And tell everyone, hey! You’re getting exactly what you wanted from us!”
“Paradoxically, it would be much easier to have sex in front of everyone than to hold myself back from jumping you.”
“Well...we’ll see how it goes. Bye, hyung.”
“Bye, you pervert.”
The call ended. Byung-hun closed his eyes for a moment.
“Fuck...”
This thing was serious now. And he couldn’t wait for that fantasy to come true.
×
The next morning, Byung-hun woke up early. He made breakfast for the whole family, humming in a good mood.
“Honey?” Min-jung called from the stairs. “I didn’t hear you get up.”
“Come on down, I’m cooking rice.”
“Wow, you’re in a good mood today.” She joined him and kissed his cheek. “You miss your Squid Game colleagues, huh?”
“Yeah, let’s say that’s it.”
“Of course it is. You play tough, but you’re a softie.”
He laughed and hugged her.
“Come on, I’ll take you out to dinner tonight, how about it?” He kissed her nose.
“I’d like that. But don’t make promises you can’t keep. I know that if Jung-jae’s around you can’t resist.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cold sweat.
“I can see you two are close again...and I know if you all go out to dinner after the interview, you won’t be able to say no.”
He nodded. “Could be.”
She laughed. “Go call the kids.”
He headed upstairs. The day had started beautifully, and he couldn’t wait to see what else it would bring.
×
A few hours later, as the driver took him to the interview location, Byung-hun snapped one of his famous selfies. But this time he doesn’t post it to Instagram; he sent it to Jung-jae.
“Ready for today.” with a winky emoji.
No reply. Maybe his friend was already there, though that would be pretty strange given his spectacular talent for showing up late.
Today’s interview included the two of them, Sung-hoon, Yu-ri, Si-wan, Ae-shim, and of course Director Hwang. They were going to shoot Most Likely To for Variety. It was definitely going to be fun. They had already done one the year before for season two, and he was pretty sure they had filmed one with the season one cast years earlier as well.
A buzz interrupted his thoughts.
“Leaving now...oops. Wait for me, hyung.”
It was a blurry, shaky selfie, probably as he was rushing out of the house. He was wearing light blue...stunning as always.
Fifteen minutes later, Byung-hun was inside the building with the colleagues. Everyone was already there, except, of course, the big star.
“Byung-hun!” friends rused to greet him.
“Hey, how are you?”
And there were kisses and hugs, polite words and smiles exchanged all around.
“Byung-hun-ssi, Yu-ri and I were wondering if you’d like to join us for dinner later, after the interview,” Si-wan asked.
He thought of his wife at home. She was right...good thing he postponed the dinner.
“Sure! Aren’t you all coming?” he asked the director and the other two actors.
“Not me this time, I really have to get home,” Ae-shim said, regretful. “Director Hwang needs to head back right away too,” she added.
“Sung-hoon?”
“I’ve got a shoot early tomorrow...can’t stay, sadly.”
“Oh...then I don’t want to be a third wheel with you two,” he said, turning back to the younger pair.
“No way! We’d love it!” Yu-ri claps, excited. “And maybe Jung-jae-oppa will join too!”
“Join where?” said a voice behind them. It was him, approaching with a smile.
The others greeted him warmly. Jung-jae hugged and kissed everyone, grinning.
Byung-hun couldn’t help staring, seeing how handsome he was in that suit.
“Hi,” he finally greeted him.
“Hi. Great to see you,” and Byung-hun hugged him. He tried to keep it brief, but as they separate it still felt like everyone was staring. No, they weren’t. Just fear talking.
“Right!” Jung-jae rubbed his hands. “What’s the plan?”
“Jung-jae, these two kids were inviting us to dinner tonight,” Byung-hun explained.
“Oooh! Dinner out with everyone will be fun.”
“It’ll just be the four of us. These traitors have better things to do,” Si-wan said.
“A foursome then...even more exciting!” Jung-jae winked, though it wasn’t clear at whom.
The others laughed. Byung-hun was already thinking about the after dinner...assuming there would be one.
Just then, they were called into the room for the interview, which would start in a few minutes. They took their seats, and of course Director Hwang planted himself right between him and Jung-jae. Well...maybe that was for the best.
The interview turned out to be quite fun. The questions weren’t the same boring ones as always, and Byung-hun was feeling sharp, so he let his humor fly, especially at Jung-jae’s expense.
“Do you glow in the dark?” he asked, while they were all answering Most likely to win hide-and-seek? and their eyes met for just a brief second. A second that filled Byung-hun’s chest.
For the rest of the recording, Jung-jae avoided him quite a bit, but he tried not to take it personally. He understood. Being in the same room was complicated.
After the interview, everyone lingered chatting for a while before saying goodbye to one another. Si-wan had already called a taxi to take them to the restaurant.
“I’m really happy to go out with you, sunbaenim,” the young man said, giving a short bow.
“We are too,” Byung-hun replied for all of them, “and we need to get used to being together again, since we’ll be leaving for Los Angeles soon.”
“Soon?” Yu-ri laughed. “There’s still a month left!”
“Ah, that long? What a shame.”
Dinner took place at one of Seoul’s most renowned Korean restaurants, Maple Tree House. Si-wan had booked a private room.
The meal was exquisite, and the four of them devoured fried dumplings, short-rib soup, and expensive beef.
“Speaking of work,” Si-wan said suddenly, spearing the last piece of meat, “what do you all have planned after Squid Game?”
“I have a film coming out, No Other Choice. I’ll probably go to promote it at the Venice Film Festival, and later in Busan,” Byung-hun explained.
“Oppa! You’re always incredible!” Yu-ri exclaimed, genuinely admiring him.
“I have a new drama coming out, Nice to Not Meet You. I am the lead, along with Lim Ji-yeon,” Jung-jae said.
“Oh my God! Ji-yeon, the one from The Glory, right?” Yu-ri asked.
“Exactly.”
“Aaah, lucky! I love her!”
“And you, Yu-ri?” Jung-jae asked her.
“My mini album is coming out in July. After that, I’ll be acting in a series called Variety. It’s about the K-pop world.”
“Wow, congratulations!” he exclaimed, impressed.
“And you, Si-wan?” Byung-hun asked, turning to the younger man.
“I have the film with Gyu-young coming out soon. You might remember, we talked about it once.”
“Ah, right, now I remember. Fantastic.”
As they talked about their projects, and inevitably ended up discussing Squid Game, Jung-jae and Byung-hun didn’t stop exchanging glances, not even for a moment.
At the end of the evening, a little tipsy, they head out to catch taxis home.
“You’re not riding with us?” Si-wan asked as their cab pulls up.
“No, we’ll stay out a bit longer,” Jung-jae smiled at his friend.
“Ah, sure. Old-people stuff, I guess...have fun at bingo!” Si-wan quipped, making Yu-ri crack up.
“What a cheeky kid...” Byung-hun muttered.
The two men waved as the younger pair’s cab disappeared into traffic.
Jung-jae pulled out his phone and tapped quickly.
“I called one for us too. You’re coming to my place, right?” He looked suddenly unsure, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course I’m coming to your place. I hope I’m coming at your place,” Byung-hun smirked.
“Hey, don’t use my lines against me! You cheeky bastard.”
×
“So!” Jung-jae exclaimed once they’re inside, kicking his shoes aside and slipping on his comfy 456 slippers. “What now?”
“Idiot,” Byung-hun said, taking off his shoes too.
Jung-jae chuckled with a sly look.
“Let’s go upstairs...”
Byung-hun followed him up, ending up staring at his ass.
“Damn, you know you’ve really got a great ass?” he blurted, unable to hold back.
Jung-jae turned, surprised, and smiled, shaking his head.
“What? I like your ass, okay?”
“Since when do you like talking about asses so much?” Jung-jae led down the hall into the last room on the right: his bedroom.
“I’ve always liked asses.”
Jung-jae burst out laughing.
“I didn’t think my ass would be the main topic tonight.”
Byung-hun smirked and threw himself at him, wrapping his arms around him. His hands moved down to his hips and then to the curve of his backside, kneading gently, almost without thinking.
“Your ass will just be the first of many topics tonight.”
The two of them began kissing slowly, touching one another. Byung-hun guided him back until his shoulders met the wall, their hands still exploring each other. Jung-jae slipped his hands under his lover’s shirt, sending a shiver through him.
“Hyung, I want to have sex with you tonight...you know that, right...” he murmured, his voice low and seductive, his hands still moving as he slid off his jacket, his touch soft as it traced the line of his shoulders.
“I know...that’s exactly why I’m here...”
Jung-jae kept running his hands over the other’s body, pressing soft kisses to his neck while his fingers worked at his belt. The jeans fell to the floor, and he looked at him with longing, almost reverence, as he slipped off his shirt as well. Byung-hun lifted his arms and reached to remove Jung-jae’s light blue jacket in return, savoring the moment.
“You have to stop wearing that shirt.” Jung-jae and his damned mesh tops.
He laughed.
“I thought you liked it,” he grumbled, feigning offense.
“That’s why you have to quit it,” Byung-hun moved in, hands under the shirt, hungry. “You can see everything...”
Jung-jae paused to enjoy his touch on his chest, then eased him back and pushed him onto the bed, where Byung-hun lay down at once. Finally, he peeled off the shirt and the trousers too and started grinding against him, both bulges already obvious under their underwear.
“Byung-hun...you’ve never been with a man, right?”
“Never.”
“Yeah, figured,” Jung-jae rose on all fours for a second, kicking his own boxers away. “Then we need a little prep.”
“Pain doesn’t scare me.” He was honest about it; he had tried plenty of odd things in sex, though none involved taking a cock up his ass.
Jung-jae smiled faintly. “Okay, Front Man. I’ll prep you anyway.”
“You know, we could make it a roleplay sometime,” Byung-hun said as his friend hungrily tugged off his boxers. Jung-jae paused, pondering.
“Yeah, that could be pretty hot.”
“I’ll bring the mask and cape.”
“And I’ll bring the player tracksuit I swiped from set.”
“We’ll finally reshoot the season three ending.”
“I think we should film it...the fans would be thrilled.”
“And Director Hwang would approve the most.”
“Sorry, why are we talking about Dong-hyuk while we’re about to have sex?”
Byung-hun cracked up.
“He’s always in our heads now.”
Jung-jae chuckled.
“But now, back to us...” He leaned in again between Byung-hun’s legs, their cocks brushing. A light kiss, then he continued.
“Listen to me. You want to play tough, but a cock up your ass hurts, especially the first time.” He reached to the nightstand for something. Lube.
“Is this how you greet all your guests?” Byung-hun smirked.
“Oh, shut up...” Jung-jae twisted the cap and dipped in his right index finger, coating it with the clear gel. “Hyung...I’m going to use a finger.”
Byung-hun drew his knees in slightly. His friend’s long finger entered him, and a shiver ran through him as the finger moved in and out. He moaned softly.
“That’s it, good...just like that...” Jung-jae was watching him, savoring every flicker in his eyes.
“Now I’ll add another...” He brought index and middle together and eased them inside. Byung-hun closed his eyes, relishing the moment.
“And now a third and last...”
He nodded faintly, waiting. Jung-jae gently slid three fingers in and his back arched.
“You like that, hyung?”
“Yes...oh my-“ he breathed harder. He wanted to roll his hips and pull those fingers deeper, but he held still.
Jung-jae grabbed his own cock and moaned, aroused.
The other doesn’t say a word, he simply followed Jung-jae’s movements. He closed his eyes, his breathing growing heavier with each slow, deliberate touch inside him, with every subtle press of Jung-jae’s fingers against his prostate, pleasure spreading outward from deep within, flooding every nerve in his body. When he opened his eyes again, the sight of Jung-jae above him – beautiful, sweating, tense – stole what little breath he had left.
“Hyung...” Jung-jae murmured, the rest of the words hanging in the air.
“Please, baby...” He couldn’t wait any longer. He shivered slightly when Jung-jae pulled his fingers out of him, already missing them.
“It’s going to hurt,” the other repeated for the umpteenth time.
“Jung-jae, quit it and fuck me!” he blurted, almost whining.
He looked at him, then took a bit more lube and spread it along his own length. Finally, he positioned himself between Byung-hun’s legs.
Jung-jae’s cock pushed in slowly, stretching him open, and a loud moan was ripped from Byung-hun’s throat. God, it hurt. But at the same time…he loved it already.
“You okay?”
He nodded, speechless.
As soon as Jung-jae was sure he was fully inside, he began to move, thrusting into him slowly but steadily. Byung-hun clutched at the sheets. Feeling Jung-jae’s cock pushing deeper and deeper into him made him lose his mind. Pleasure flooded through him, the pain pushed into some distant corner of his mind. All he could feel was pure ecstasy.
“Hyung, you’re so tight...” Jung-jae’s voice was ragged with arousal as he varied the tempo. “Hyung...look at you...so messy for me...”
Byung-hun could feel the effort Jung-jae was making to stay gentle, and he was grateful for that, but the need to have him deeper, harder, was growing quickly, almost overwhelming.
“You can go harder...”
“Hyung...do you really want me to– ”
“Yes. Harder.”
Unexpectedly, Jung-jae pulled out.
“W-what...”
“Turn around,” he ordered. He obeyed, on all fours. This time, Jung-jae’s cock slid in without trouble, drawing a groan of pleasure. “God, Byung-hun, feel that...you’re so damn tight...”
All he could do was murmur an excited yes.
Jung-jae started taking him almost all the way out, then slamming back in, thrusts to the hilt. Byung-hun could barely breathe, his whole body overwhelmed by the most intense pleasure he had ever felt.
“Ah...yes, go...”
“You like that?”
“Yes...harder, please...” he begged, overwhelmed.
“Fuck, hyung,” Jung-jae whined, “you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”
He bent over him and with his right hand he searched for Byung-hun’s cock, starting to stroke him.
“Ah...!” he cried, surprised, knowing that he can’t hold out much longer. Jung-jae’s cock gliding in and out, and his hand working him from base to tip, it’s too much to handle. “I can’t hold it...ah...”
“Yes, come for me, please, let go, go on...” Jung-jae murmured, breathless, not easing up.
Byung-hun finally came in a long orgasm, moaning hard and rolling his hips. His release splatters the sheets. The movement of his hips and his climax triggered Jung-jae’s, who stilled deep inside and came, almost shouting, spilling into him. Afterward he slid out carefully and collapsed at the foot of the bed.
“Shit...” he whispered.
Byung-hun rolled over and curled up with him, head on his chest. After a moment, Jung-jae gently stroked his hair.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
“Wonderfully.” He finally felt satisfied.
“Did I hurt you a lot?”
“The best pain I’ve ever felt...taking it from you was unbelievably hot.”
“So I haven’t lost my touch.”
Byung-hun tilted his head to look at him.
“Have you slept with many men?”
“Oh, far fewer than you think. And only when I was really young...it had been years since I’d had sex with a man.”
“Well, then wow. And don’t you dare ever do it with anyone else. I want you and your talent just for me.”
“Hyung,” Jung-jae pushed himself on his elbows, making the other sit up with a huff, “haven’t you figured out yet that I’m in love with you?”
Of course he had. But hearing it out loud...
Byung-hun smiled tenderly, meeting his eyes.
“I think I could fall in love with you too.” He raised a hand to brush Jung-jae’s cheek.
Jung-jae gave that half-resigned, adorable smile of his.
“You don’t have to say it.”
“No one made me.”
Jung-jae looked at him for a moment, then stood.
“Better take a shower now.” He glanced at the bed.
Byung-hun followed his gaze to the mess of his own cum.
“Damn, Jung-jae-ya! I even got the pillow...damn, sorry,” he said, hurrying to find something to clean with.
“Don’t worry.”
But he had already grabbed toilet paper from the bathroom to blot up as much as possible.
“There,” he said after a minute. “Now I’ll strip the bed and–”
Jung-jae, who had been watching, amused, steps close and lays a hand on his arm to stop him.
“Hyung. I can handle it. Thanks. Now: are you coming to shower with me or not?”
×
Needless to say, the shower became the backdrop to more heated moments.
As soon as they stepped into Jung-jae’s huge shower, their cocks were too tired to react, but a few minutes of soaping each other’s backs and a handful of filthy words later, they were back to full strength.
“Shit, Jung-jae...I hadn’t gotten this many times in a row since I was a teenager. Didn’t think I was physically capable,” Byung-hun said, glancing down at his hard cock.
Jung-jae peeked around his back to look, and then pressed his own erection to his rear.
“Fuck, baby, you’re hard as a rock,” he panted.
“Holy shit...you’re right. It’s been ages since I felt like this. I’m a young man again, constantly horny.” Jung-jae starts rubbing against his back, then pushes him forward, bending him slightly. “I can’t help it. I’m going to fuck you again, right now.”
Without waiting for an answer, he slid back inside, drawing a cry of pain.
“Jesus Christ!”
Jung-jae froze.
“Shit...sorry.”
“Are you stupid?! Keep going!” he snapped. “I want you to fuck me again, and again, and again, don’t stop.”
Jung-jae moaned, and for the next ten minutes they were locked together under the running water. Byung-hun stroked himself lazily with his left hand, his right braced back on Jung-jae’s hip; he planted one hand on the wall and the other on Byung-hun’s hip. Then it slid up to grip his hair, tilting his neck, and he started kissing and lightly biting.
“Mmmh, hyung,” he murmured, thrusting faster and faster.
“Jung-jae, I could stay here all night getting fucked by you.”
“When we’re on tour,” Jung-jae said, “I’ll fuck you every night.”
He hadn’t thought of that: more than two weeks of Squid Game promo around the world, just the two of them. The idea hit him hard and he started stroking himself in earnest.
“Jung-jae, I’m about to come...”
“I am too, Byung-hun, wait for me...”
When he felt Jung-jae tense and groan against him, Byung-hun finally let go too.
The two of them remained still for a moment, joined, as if they were one. When Jung-jae wrapped his arms around him from behind, his face buried in his hair, his warm breath brushing against his neck, Byung-hun realized he would never be able to live without this again.
Notes:
I was sooo curious to explore their sexual relationship in a way that felt intimate, intense, and a little unexpected...and I loved writing about JJ being a sexy top, and BH as an eager and desperate bottom!
Btw as you've read in the tags this is a switch sex fic...so there's more to come hehe
Thank you so much for reading, if you want to leave a comment I'd be glad to hear from you <3
Chapter Text
When Byung-hun got home, it was almost one in the morning.
He was exhausted, his ass aching painfully. All he wanted was to sleep until noon, but the alarm would go off in less than six hours. He stripped down and collapsed onto the bed.
Min-jung stirred. “Byung-hun...?”
“Shhh, it’s me...go back to sleep.”
“You okay?”
“Perfectly.”
She nodded and turned over.
Finally, Byung-hun closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly.
×
He jolted awake, heart pounding.
He’d dreamed he was a participant in the Squid Game, and remembered clearly seeing Jung-jae and Si-wan jerking each other off in the bathroom.
Shaking his head in disbelief at his own brain, he got up to go to the bathroom, glancing at his phone. Only 4:10.
After peeing and washing his hands, he glanced distractedly at the mirror, then turned toward the door. Something made him stop. He leaned back in and looked at the side of his neck. His eyes widened.
Fuuuuuck!!!
Jung-jae had given him a hickey.
What the fuuuuuck.
An enormous one. Red – no...purple.
Holy shiiiiit!
Panicking, he rifled silently through his wife’s makeup, finding her concealer. He dabbed some on with his finger, but it wasn’t enough. His mind raced through upcoming interviews with the cast, business meetings...he shut his eyes and tried to breathe.
Okay, all he have to do was just grab his phone and look something up. He snuck back into the bedroom, grabbed his phone, and rushed into the bathroom again.
He snapped a photo of his neck and sent it to Jung-jae.
“I’m gonna kill you, Jung-jae...start running.”
Then he whispered into Siri: “Hey Siri, how to get rid of hickeys fast.”
A deafening voice blasted from his phone. Siri was answering at full volume.
“According to the results: remedies for hickeys on the neck.”
Caught off guard, Byung-hun didn’t have the clarity to lower the volume in time, and Siri had already shouted the entire sentence at full blast. His face turned red as he froze, listening for a moment to see if Min-jung had heard anything. Nothing. Thank God.
Then he found himself stifling a laugh. The situation would have been absolutely hilarious, if it hadn’t been so tragic.
He checked the results. The first one read: Applying ice wrapped in a cloth for 10–15 minutes helps reduce swelling and discoloration.
Ice. He could do that.
The second result said: First use a green concealer if the hickey is very red, then a skin-tone one on top. Blend well and set everything with translucent powder: et voilà, flawless neck.
Who the hell owned a green concealer?! He didn’t even know they existed.
The third result read: Turtlenecks, shirts buttoned up to the collar, or a light ‘artsy’ scarf.
Yeah. That one. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to leave the house for days.
He checked one last suggestion, which claimed: Aloe vera, arnica, vitamin K oil help the bruise fade. A gentle massage with a soft toothbrush or a warm spoon can stimulate circulation, but only after 24h.
Too much. Too complicated. And he definitely didn’t have 24 hours. He needed it gone now.
Already fully awake, he stepped out of the bathroom, glancing around as if afraid of being caught, and headed downstairs straight to the freezer. He grabbed a handful of ice cubes, wrapped them in a towel, and pressed it against his neck, a sharp shiver shooting through him at the sudden cold.
Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from upstairs. He froze, sweating.
“Love?” Min-jung’s voice, a soft whisper. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I was thirsty,” he answered, frantically looking for somewhere to hide the ice. Silence. No further sound.
After ten minutes, he dumped the melting cubes in the sink and tossed the cloth into the laundry basket.
As long as the night kept him hidden, everything felt manageable. He slipped back into bed.
“Love? Why was my concealer on the bathroom counter?”
Byung-hun froze, unable to answer. He’s stupid, by any chance?!
Thankfully, Min-jung mistook his silence for confusion.
“I must’ve left it out...weird.”
Idiot, idiot, idiot.
He felt so restless he thought he’d never fall asleep again. But sleep came sooner than expected, wrapping around him all at once.
When the alarm rang at 6:45, it felt as if he had only just closed his eyes. He felt awful. Instinctively, he brought a hand to his neck and shifted on the pillow so the incriminating spot rested against it.
“Good morning, love.” Min-jung kissed his cheek and got up.
“Morning...I’ll be right up.”
As soon as she left for the bathroom, he jumped to his feet. He checked his phone screen reflection: the hickey was still there, even darker than last night.
Wow. Great job, ice.
He pulled a beige turtleneck from the closet, threw it on, paired with black pants and socks.
“Why so informal today?” His wife voice startled him.
“Bit of a stiff neck. Needed something high-collared,” he lied.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She stepped closer to him and rubbed his neck gently. “Everything go well last night?”
“Last night?” Byung-hun didn’t immediately understand what she meant, considering that the night before he had done nothing but get fucked by Jung-jae. Then he pulled himself together.
“Oh, right. Yeah. Dinner was great, and after that we had a really fun time.”
She smiled and left the bedroom to go wake the kids.
Byung-hun let out a quiet breath. For now, he was safe.
×
Jung-jae’s reply didn’t arrive until 9:30 a.m., while Byung-hun had already been at the agency for an hour. The sleeping beauty...
“Fuuuck, hyung, didn’t think I’d made it that bad!”
Byung-hun’s eyes went wide.
“Are you telling me you gave me a hickey on purpose?!”
“Sorry, Byung-hun...I got carried away in the shower with you...”
Desperate. That’s what he felt.
“At least tell me next time!” he typed, adding a crying emoji.
“I thought you noticed...”
“Noticed WHAT? Your dick in my ass was keeping me a little busy!”
Jung-jae sent three laughing emojis.
“What the hell are you laughing at?! I really wanted to kill you last night.”
“I’m really sorry...I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
“Fine...I’m back at work now, stuck at the agency all day.”
“Then good luck with your work.”
Byung-hun couldn’t help smiling as he put the phone away. He simply couldn’t stay mad at him.
×
It was 2:30 p.m., and Byung-hun was at his desk, buried in résumés. Even with his reading glasses on, his eyes felt tired, and a wave of exhaustion weighed him down.
Sun-hee, his secretary, knocked on the glass door and peeked in.
“Boss, someone’s here for you. Down at reception.”
“Oh, sure.” Byung-hun got to his feet. He’d been waiting for a package of flyers for days now, and it must have finally arrived.
He headed down the hallway, took the elevator to the ground floor, and walked toward the reception desk with his phone in hand.
When he looked up, Jung-jae was standing at the counter, grinning from ear to ear and waving at him.
“Jung-jae?!” He looked around, as if everyone would instantly know their secret. “What are you doing here?!”
“Surprise! I brought you coffee!” he exclaimed brightly, swinging the little Starbucks bag in front of him. “To make it up to you,” he added in a softer voice.
At that, something swelled in Byung-hun’s chest, warm and overwhelming, so strong he almost stepped forward to hug him. God, how far gone was he for this man?!
He grinned wide and rested a hand on Jung-jae’s shoulder.
“You’re too sweet. Thanks,” he murmured. “Come up to my office, let’s drink it together.”
In the elevator, Jung-jae leaned closer to him.
“I missed you so much...you look so damn sexy in glasses,” he whispered, lips brushing his ear.
“Jung-jae, back off...I can’t resist you when you’re this close.”
“Does your office have a blind spot?”
“Ha, ha,” Byung-hun forced a laugh. “I would never do anything inappropriate in my office.”
Jung-jae pulled back, chuckling. When the doors opened, they walked to his office. A few employees greeted him, and Jung-jae returned their smiles, as dazzling as ever.
“Sun-hee,” Byung-hun said to his secretary, “I’ll be on break for fifteen minutes, having coffee with Jung-jae. Don’t let anyone in. If the flyers arrive, take them.”
“Of course, boss,” she replied, nodding politely at Jung-jae.
Byung-hun closed the door and sat down. Jung-jae slid into a chair beside him.
“Come on, let me see the damage,” he teased.
Sighing, Byung-hun pulled down the collar of his turtleneck.
“Holy shit...” Jung-jae muttered, half proud. “A masterpiece.”
Byung-hun gaped, and the other burst out laughing.
“Just kidding...it’s awful. Did you see it? It’s even more purple now.”
They sipped their coffee while Byung-hun recounted the whole disaster. Jung-jae nearly doubled over laughing.
"What a story...too bad we can’t tell anyone." Jung-jae set the empty paper cup down on the desk. A hand slid, quiet and bold, onto Byung-hun’s thigh.
“What are you–” he whispered.
“I need to make it up to you. Hyung, let me fix my mistake,” Jung-jae murmured, his hand moving higher.
“Fuck, Jung-jae...I can’t–”
“You can.” He got up and drew the blinds on the glass door. “There. Fixed.”
Byung-hun groaned, hesitant. “What are you planning?”
Jung-jae unbuttoned his pants.
“Going down on you.”
“God, Jung-jae, you’ll never give me a break, will you?”
He shook his head.
“Now you’re inevitably and entirely mine.”
×
A few minutes later, Jung-jae straightened up from Byung-hun’s cock, wiping his lips.
“Well? Any regrets, Mr. I-would-never-do-anything-inappropriate-in-my-office?”
Byung-hun smirked, cleaning himself with a tissue.
“You know you’re ridiculously good at sucking dicks? Congratulations.”
Jung-jae burst out laughing. “You idiot.”
“You’re a fucking pervert, Lee Jung-jae. And I like it.” He brushed a hand over his face.
“Can I use the bathroom before I go?” Jung-jae smiled, eyes flicking down at his light trousers, showing a dangerously obvious bulge.
“Of course...I’ll show you.”
“Careful, Byung-hun, or I’ll drag you in with me.”
Leaving the office, the two men smiled at Sun-hee, who smiled back. She had no idea what had just happened between them.
“Bathrooms are over there,” Byung-hun pointed. “Go, before someone sees you like that.”
“Thanks, hyung..”
“Want me to wait? Or are you heading out alone?”
“Don’t worry, get back to work. I’ve got it.”
The two said goodbye, and Jung-jae disappeared into the men’s bathroom. Byung-hun returned to his office. Knowing that his friend was in there, just a few meters away, jerking off while thinking about him, didn’t exactly give him the concentration he needed to work...but somehow he managed, and the day passed quickly.
That evening, it was Byung-hun who texted first.
“Thank you for today. Really...it was such a sweet, unexpected gesture.”
The reply was instant.
“You mean the coffee or the blowjob?”
Byung-hun couldn’t help laughing.
“The blowjob, obviously.”
“Thought so...you never change.”
“Jung-jae, when will I see you again?”
“Not sure, hyung. Hopefully soon...and hey, only three weeks until Los Angeles.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me neither.”
Notes:
This was so funny to write lol
As always, thank you so much to everyone <3
Chapter Text
Those three weeks flew by.
Both Jung-jae and Byung-hun had been incredibly busy. Byung-hun was tied up organizing his company’s schedule, knowing he’d soon be abroad for several days. As for Jung-jae, he had been traveling nonstop for weeks, flying around the world for various events. He had barely recovered from the trip to Monaco before he was already boarding another plane to the opposite side of the world.
They only saw each other a couple of times, and always for Squid Game promotions, which meant they barely managed to brush fingertips.
On May 27th the jet left at dawn, and the cast showed up at the airport armed with vats of coffee. The flight was bound for California. The ones boarding were Jung-jae, Byung-hun, Sung-hoon, Ae-shim, and Seung-hyun. Other cast members, as well as Director Hwang, would join in the following days. They’ll head back to Korea briefly later, then continue the tour in London, New York, and Seoul, where the June 28th event will officially draw Squid Game to a close.
Right after takeoff, Sung-hoon declared: “I’m hungry,” glancing at the monitor.
“I’m starving too. I woke up at five and didn’t even have breakfast!” Ae-shim exclaimed.
“Same. I woke up like twenty minutes before leaving for the airport,” Seung-hyun said, kicking off his shoes and putting his feet on the little table.
Breakfast arrived right then. Sung-hoon rubbed his hands.
“How do you think these last events will go?” Seung-hyun asked, peeling back the lid on a tray of rice and vegetables.
“I think we’ll have a lot of great experiences. I’m very happy to see the fans. But the questions...well, let’s just say sometimes they’re a bit lacking,” Byung-hun shrugged, pulling a wet wipe for his hands.
“It’s like they’ve run out of imagination. And there are so many things they could ask,” Jung-jae added, mouth full.
“I’d love for them to ask more about my character. Some anecdote from her life. I’ve got Geum-ja’s entire biography printed in my brain,” Ae-shim said, tapping her temple.
“You’re one of a kind, Ae-shim. You should present it to us sometime,” Sung-hoon replies as she nodded enthusiastically. “I, on the other hand, hope they ask me about my new look. I basically did it to force a different question,” he joked, shaking his head to show off the haircut.
“You should’ve worn Hyun-ju’s wig! That would have done the trick!” Ae-shim laughed, swatting his leg.
The five colleagues chuckled. Soon after, with breakfast gone, the cabin quieted.
Ae-shim lowered her sleep mask, while Sung-hoon and Seung-hyun popped in their earbuds and closed their eyes. Jung-jae and Byung-hun traded a quick glance.
“How are you?” Byung-hun asked.
Jung-jae leaned close to his ear, whispering so the others wouldn’t hear. “I want to slam you right here, on these seats.”
Byung-hun exhaled, squeezing his eyes shut to stay calm. “Fuck, Jung-jae...”
“You know what? You’re sexy when you pretend to stay in control.”
“There are going to be a lot of moments like that these days, I’m afraid.”
“But there’ll also be moments we can let go...like in a bedroom.” Jung-jae’s fingers barely brushed his hand, and a shiver ran through him.
Byung-hun sighed, while Jung-jae grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief.
×
When they landed, it was night again.
“The time difference never stopped messing with me,” Seung-hyun whined. “I’ve never managed to handle jet lag and I never will.”
“If you can’t handle it when you’re this young, imagine me,” Ae-shim remarked as they all walked together toward the car that would take them to the hotel.
“What does age have to do with it...look at Jung-jae, for example. He sleeps like a baby every time, jet lag or not,” Byung-hun said, pointing to his friend.
“I’m lucky, no doubt about it. And thank God, considering I’ve been getting on planes for the entire planet for months now,” he admitted casually.
The ride to the hotel felt even longer than the flight itself.
“I’m wrecked, fuck,” Sung-hoon complained. “When do we get there?”
“Google Maps says twelve minutes,” Seung-hyun reported, staring at his screen.
“Thank God.”
There were already a few reporters outside the hotel despite the late hour.
“What a pain...” Jung-jae muttered. Still, when he stepped out, he flashed smiles and waves to everyone.
Ten minutes later they were all in front of their rooms along the same corridor.
“Well then, no alarms tomorrow, right?!” Ae-shim said.
“At least for tomorrow...thank goodness,” Seung-hyun yawned.
“Good night!”
“Night, everyone!”
They all headed into their respective rooms.
Byung-hun received a message immediately.
“Wait for me. I’ll freshen up and come over.”
He answered with a happy emoji. He was tired, but he needed desperately to be with Jung-jae. He opened his suitcase, brushed his teeth, tidied up, and waited.
A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door. Byung-hun went to open it and quickly let his friend inside.
“Finally alone...” Jung-jae whispered.
“I missed you so much...” Byung-hun answered.
They hugged, holding each other tightly.
“Should we go to sleep?” Jung-jae suggested.
“I’d say yes.” Byung-hun took his hand and led him to the large king-size bed.
They settled close together under the covers, the air conditioning keeping them cool.
“This is the first time we ever shared a bed,” Jung-jae observed.
“Yeah...stay close to me.” Byung-hun pulled him gently against his chest and started kissing him. But they were both far too tired to go any further, and after a few slow kisses, they fell asleep peacefully, wrapped in each other’s arms.
×
A sunbeam straight to the eyes.
It was 8 a.m., and the sun was already high. Byung-hun shielded his face, grumbling. Annoying, he was sleeping so well...
Jung-jae was snoring peacefully. Byung-hun held back a laugh: he had been so tired that he hadn’t heard him snoring at all during the night.
He felt rested. Having slept on the plane as well, he had probably already gotten enough sleep. And of course, being close to Jung-jae again had given him a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in days. He stayed there, watching him sleep, realizing he’d never really had the time to reflect on what he felt for the man in front of him. He was not sure he could call it love, not yet, at least...but the intensity and sheer magnitude of his feelings were overwhelming, and at times his heart felt as if it couldn’t possibly contain it all.
Another strange thing was that he didn’t feel like a cheater. It’s almost as if the sexual experiences he’s sharing with Jung-jae existed outside his relationship with Min-jung, transcending the physical dimension. That’s why he stopped feeling guilty about his wife very early on. Byung-hun craved him with every fiber of his being, and even in the weeks they spent apart without touching, he thought of him every single day, and almost every day he touched himself because of him. And here he was again...hard.
Jung-jae stirred, making a little sound. Byung-hun stroked his hair gently, smiling.
“Hey...you awake?”
Jung-jae grunted, eyes closed, scowling adorably.
“Jung-jae...I’m hard.”
“Then go jerk off. I want to sleep.” He rolled to the other side.
Byung-hun frowned, then thought, why not?, he tugged his pajama pants and boxers down just enough and began stroking himself.
Barely a few seconds passed before Jung-jae turned his head toward him.
“Are you actually jerking off?”
“You told me to,” he said, not stopping.
Finally, with bedhead and a sleepy face, Jung-jae turned back toward him, propping his head on his own hand.
“Oh? You’re into it now?” Byung-hun asked with a smirk.
“I can’t miss the show.” Jung-jae murmured. Slowly, his hand slid down his bare chest, slipping inside his boxers to stroke himself.
The two men kept touching themselves, eyes locked the whole time. It didn’t take long before Byung-hun came, his release spilling across his stomach and up to his neck. A few drops even landed on his left hand, the one he had placed beneath his face to shield himself from the mess.
Jung-jae, still lying on his side, pushed himself up on one elbow and, quick as a flash, he caught Byung-hun’s cum-smeared hand. Without breaking eye contact, he brought it to his mouth. He sucked each finger slowly, one at a time, licking them clean without the slightest hint of shame.
Byung-hun was as stunned as he was captivated.
“Sexy...” he murmured when Jung-jae finally let go of his hand.
“It’s called craving your dick,” Jung-jae corrected him.
Byung-hun chuckled, a little embarrassed, saying nothing.
“And that turned me on too...a lot...” Jung-jae rolled his hips and panted as he came, literally in his underwear, soaking them in seconds.
“Oops...didn’t make it out in time.”
“Oh fuck, you’re unbelievable,” Byung-hun grinned. “Now neither of us can get out of bed. We’re trapped by our own cum.”
“Good thing my phone’s on the nightstand...I can call for rescue.”
“Who should we call? Ae-shim or Sung-hoon? Or maybe Seung-hyun, because he’s the youngest, maybe he’ll be less traumatized by all this...”
“I’d call the fire department. They can revive Ae-shim after she faints,” Jung-jae laughed.
“Ooh, I have an idea!” Byung-hun raised a finger. “You could lick it all off my chest.”
Jung-jae howled with laughter.
“I was serious...” Byung-hun deadpanned, which made him laugh even harder.
“You’re an asshole! I’m getting up.” He slowly turned, his boxers soaking through. He very carefully swung his legs out to avoid making a bigger mess, then sprinted for the bathroom, leaving a trail of cum on the floor. “Shiiiit!”
Now it was Byung-hun’s turn to dissolve into laughter.
“I’m dying!” His chest shook as he laughed, making even more cum drip back onto the sheets, to his horror. “Noooo, it’s running everywhere!”
“Hold on, I’m coming to save you!” Jung-jae yelled from the bathroom.
Byung-hun couldn’t stop laughing, and hearing Jung-jae cursing in the bathroom made it a lot funnier.
“Fuck...gross...goddammit...”
“Jung-jae! I’m impregnating the bed with all this cum! Help!”
He heard Jung-jae burst into laughter again.
“Hyung, what the hell! I can’t concentrate, I’m laughing too hard!”
“Concentrate on what? You writing a novel?”
Byung-hun heard Jung-jae laugh even harder and smiled to himself. He loved making him laugh like that...in moments like these, his heart had everything it needed to be happy.
Finally, Jung-jae emerged from the bathroom completely naked, holding a clean towel in his hand. He was clearly trying to keep a straight face, but his expression gave him away, and the second his eyes met Byung-hun’s, seeing him lying on the bed with cum dripping everywhere, he folded in half laughing, absolutely losing it.
“You look like baby Jesus!” he choked out.
“Oh, sure, because everyone knows Christians worship baby Jesus and his cum.”
Jung-jae collapsed on the floor, laughing even harder.
“I’m going to die!”
Byung-hun was laughing just as hard now, because seeing him like that was too much.
“I’m actually crying,” Jung-jae wheezed, and when he lifted his head, Byung-hun saw two huge tears rolling down his cheeks.
“You’re such a dork! Just give me the towel!”
Jung-jae tossed it, and missed terribly. Byung-hun had to lean over the edge of the bed to grab it, which only caused more cum to drip onto the sheets.
“At this point I should just wipe myself with the damn sheets,” he muttered, shaking his head, finally cleaning his chest with the towel before getting out of bed.
He walked toward Jung-jae, who was just pushing himself up from the floor.
“Sorry, hyung...”
“There’s nothing to apologize for. I couldn’t have asked for a better morning. Your laugh fills me up.”
Their eyes locked for a second.
“How much I love you, Lee Byung-hun...”
He froze, flattered and speechless. He knew already, but Jung-jae hadn’t said it so plainly before. Jung-jae noticed his hesitation.
“Oh, no...I embarrassed you. You don’t have to say anything, I’m sorry.” He turned away without waiting for a reply, and started grabbing his clothes.
Byung-hun couldn’t get a single word out.
Coward.
“Um...hyung? Could I borrow a pair of underwear?”
×
The first two days went by smoothly, between interviews and dinners, event after event, and countless transfers: first to Santa Monica, then back to Los Angeles. Byung-hun and Jung-jae kept sharing the same bed.
On May 30th, during an interview, the two of them teased each other, creating moments that clearly highlighted the bond between them.
“Jung-jae and I have known each other for a long time, so we didn’t have to force any chemistry even if it was our first time sharing scenes. I think the connection was there from the start,” Byung-hun said.
Jung-jae smiled softly.
“And I don’t know, maybe as the Front Man I am darkness and he’s the light...but you know what? In real life I think it’s actually the opposite.” Jung-jae looked both shocked and amused, while everyone laughed.
“Director Hwang has worked with both of us and know us well. That’s why he made Gi-hun as light and the Front Man as darkness,” Jung-jae explained with a smirk.
Byung-hun reached out to swat him affectionately, and Jung-jae lifted his hand at the same time to gesture him while he spoke, their fingers brushing for a brief instant. All that public touching...they laughed it off, but a shiver ran through them.
After what felt like a billion photos and blinding flashes, the actors finally made it back to the hotel, completely exhausted. The next day promised to be just as intense, with Netflix’s big TUDUM event, where the five actors are expected to walk the red carpet, meet fans, answer questions, and pose for several photoshoots.
Before going back in their rooms, they all stopped at the hotel bar for a drink with Director Hwang, who arrived a few hours earlier.
“What a day...I’m exhausted,” Ae-shim was practically draped over the armchair.
“How come?” Seung-hyun asked.
“I slept terribly. Kept having Squid Game nightmares.”
“Oh shit, really?” the director chuckled.
“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you...the nightmares are your and your show’s fault!” she said, pointing at him.
Sung-hoon stood and massaged her shoulders. “Come on, you’ve got this.”
“It wasn’t that bad today, all in all,” Seung-hyun said.
“Yeah, aside from the little hearts, right?” Byung-hun laughed.
Seung-hyun pretended to faint. “God! All those heart selfies,” he laughed, making Thanos’s famous heart gesture from the show. “But I had fun.”
“Of course you did, since you came up with the heart thing. If it were mine, you’d never let me live it down,” Hwang grumbled, drawing giggles.
Sung-hoon checked his phone. “Right! Bedtime.”
They all agreed, drained their drinks, and stood. They chatted on the way to the elevator, with Byung-hun and Jung-jae bringing up the rear.
“Finally alone again...” Jung-jae murmured.
“Can’t wait.”
They went quiet and rode up with the others. All their rooms were on the fourth floor.
“Good night!”
“See you tomorrow.”
Jung-jae lingered with Byung-hun, waiting for the others to disappear into their rooms.
“Tomorrow will be another hard day...full of pretending.”
“But tonight isn’t tomorrow yet, is it?” Byung-hun smirked and headed down the hall without waiting, knowing he would follow.
Jung-jae was right behind him, voice low and sensual, barely more than a whisper.
“Open the door.”
Byung-hun didn’t even have time to close it before Jung-jae was already on him.
“Easy, Jung-jae, or we’ll get caught,” Byung-hun whispered between kisses.
Jung-jae pushed him back until they reached the bed. Their bed.
“You were way too sexy in that suit today,” he said, tracing a finger down Byung-hun’s chest, “but all I could think about was finally taking it off you.”
“Even while I roasted you on stage?”
“You really wanted to make things clear in front of everyone, huh...”
“I was honest without giving anything away...”
Onstage, Byung-hun had opened with: “one thing is clear. You do not want to be friends with this guy. It won’t end well.”
“I can already see the edits on Instagram and TikTok...” Jung-jae chuckled, then yanked off the jacket, revealing a carved torso.
“Holy hell...I’ll never get tired of looking at you. How are you fifty-five?”
“Fifty-four, sweetheart. Don’t rush it. And you’re no spring chicken either...and look at the seducer you are.”
Jung-jae smiled, stroking his chest. “I liked when you called me dangerous earlier...”
“You really are, damn it...” Byung-hun reached out and slipped off the other’s light blue jacket.
“Tell me more...”
“Well...look at us...it didn’t take you long to convince me to become your...” he hesitated.
“Your what?”
Byung-hun didn’t want to say lover. That word sounded dirty, secret, like something hidden in the dark, and that wasn’t what he felt he was to Jung-jae.
“Your person.”
Jung-jae weighed the word, smiling widely.
Byung-hun pressed his body closer to the other’s, sliding his hand down into his pants, slipping beneath his boxers. It was the first time he had touched Jung-jae’s bare cock, and Jung-jae arched his back instantly.
“Ah...yes...”
“Don’t know if I’m as good as you...”
“Don’t even joke...” Jung-jae yanked down pajama pants and boxers in one go, leaving himself hard in Byung-hun’s hand. Holding the most vulnerable part of the other man lit him up...he felt suddenly powerful. He stroked fast, and Jung-jae grabbed his wrist after a few seconds, fighting to stop him.
“This is driving me insane...but I can’t come yet.”
“Oh? You’ve got other plans?” Byung-hun feigns innocence.
“Remember what I told you in the shower at my place?”
Oh, of course he remembered.
“That during the press tour you’d fuck me every night.”
“Good boy,” he murmured.
Byung-hun stripped in a flash, now naked, his erection pressed against Jung-jae.
“Shit...”
They tumbled onto the bed, kissing and grinding until Jung-jae took control.
“On your side...” he breathed into his ear.
Byung-hun obeyed, and Jung-jae positioned himself behind him. His hand touched him with practiced ease, brushing lightly over his most sensitive spot, not gripping, not claiming, just enough to make him shiver. Then it slid slowly down the inside of his thigh, his fingers massaging lightly as if savoring every small sound that slipped from Byung-hun’s lips, every faint shudder running through his body.
Jung-jae leaned forward and reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand.
“Baby, are you ready?”
Byung-hun nodded, almost reverent.
Jung-jae took a generous amount of lube, then moved in closer. He wrapped one arm around him from behind, pulling him gently against his chest, while the other hand traveled downward from his shoulder. His fingers trailed lazily along his ribs, the curve of his waist, the line of his hips, drawing a slow, invisible path. His hand finally brushed over his ass, and Byung-hun instinctively lifted a leg, granting him access.
Jung-jae found the tense muscle and eased his fingers inside smoothly, preparing him for what was coming next. He moved slowly, unhurried, while the man in front of him rolled his hips, just barely, seeking more.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, kissing his shoulder. Byung-hun nodded, breathless, and they kept moving together like that, in a private and intimate moment, until Jung-jae finally decided he was ready. He grabs Byung-hun’s top leg and folds it back to open him up, cock thick and ready.
“You’re set,” Byung-hun whispers, telling him the angle is right.
Jung-jae slid inside him, and in an instant they were tangled in a forbidden, thrilling embrace. Byung-hun turned his head back to capture the other’s lips, their tongues chasing each other, making Jung-jae’s thrusts all the more intoxicating.
“Byung-hun, Byung-hun...” Jung-jae groaned, eyes pinched shut. “You’re so fucking tight...”
“You really love hearing how small my hole is, huh...”
“Yeah...you’re soooo tight and it makes me so hard...” He started to move faster.
“Oh yes, go on...more, Jung, give me more,” pleasure twisting across Byung-hun’s face.
“I’d pin you down anywhere.”
“Yes, talk to me like that, filthy.”
“If we lived together, I’d fuck you so much you’d never walk straight again…oh yeah, I’d tell everyone: he’s mine, I fuck his ass every day.”
“Jung-jae,” his control was slipping, “please, can I touch myself…”
“Yes, baby. Touch yourself, hyung, and come for me.”
Byung-hun wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked. The orgasm was building fast.
“Jung-jae...I can’t...I can’t hold it...” he panted harder and harder.
“It’s okay...let go...oh, let go...” Jung-jae slowed his tempo but drove deeper with each thrust.
Byung-hun came with a muffled moan, biting down to keep from shouting, and Jung-jae followed moments later, clutching him tight.
They loosened their embrace, sweaty. One look said everything.
Nothing more was needed.
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The next day’s event was another success, everything running smoothly. The days rolled by in a blur of interviews, YouTube features, and meet and greets. The five actors were used to this kind of hectic routine by now, but doing it several days in a row was starting to wear them down.
Jung-jae flew to New York for a day to attend an event with Director Hwang, and that night Byung-hun practically had to scrape him off the floor.
Despite the exhaustion and despite Byung-hun’s insistence that Jung-jae should get some rest, the latter kept his promise. In the end, Byung-hun could do nothing but give in to his partner’s seduction.
Their return to Korea was right around the corner. That evening, they were take the jet home for a couple of days, to attend an event in Seoul.
“Good morning, everyone,” Director Hwang greeted as he walked into the breakfast room, where the others were already eating. “Wow, am I the last one today?”
Everyone turned to look at Jung-jae, the group’s habitual latecomer.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, chewing his toast with feigned innocence.
“He’s right, you can’t give him any grief, he’s been really good these past few days,” Ae-shim said, sipping her juice.
Byung-hun smirked. Of course he was on time. He always woke up with him, who’s always punctual.
“What are you laughing at?” Jung-jae shot him a knowing look, aware of exactly what he was thinking.
“Oh, nothing. We’ll see if you can keep it up.”
“Well, so...thank goodness this is one of the last trips,” Dong-hyuk remarked.
A flicker of sadness crossed Jung-jae’s face. “I can’t believe it’s almost over.” His eyes went to Byung-hun without thinking, and Byung-hun gave him a small, sad smile in return.
“It’ll definitely feel strange to say goodbye to all of this,” Sung-hoon sighed.
Byung-hun’s heart twisted. He could only hope that the end of Squid Game wouldn’t also mean the end of...whatever it was...he had with Jung-jae.
×
Going back to Korea and slipping back into his routine, even briefly, felt like a weight pressing down on Byung-hun. Peace and clarity seemed impossible with the looming question of after. What would come after all this? The thought was hard to swallow, and he couldn’t muster optimism. He was terrified of losing Jung-jae. Once July came, their schedules would no longer be aligned. His family would demand more of his presence. Meeting up would become harder and harder. He knew how these things usually ended: We’ll make it work, don’t worry...and then, slowly, their story would fade away.
Story?
He’d called it that, hadn’t he? A story.
But what kind of story is this? A story of sex, of wild, unrestrained passion that Byung-hun has never experienced in his entire life? No, it’s not just that. The feeling he has for Jung-jae runs much deeper, more rooted. He’s not ready to call it love yet, but it is certainly far more than brotherly affection.
Two days later, after the June 9th Seoul event, they were heading off to the UK with part of the cast, and of course, Jung-jae. Byung-hun knew he needed to find a chance to talk to him before Jung-jae silenced him with another consuming kiss.
While taking little Seo-yi out for a walk before lunch, he decided to call, even though they’d see each other tomorrow at the event.
Jung-jae picked up on the first ring, his voice groggy.
“Morning.”
“Morning, princess. You’re up already?”
“Ha, ha. Very funny.”
“How are you?”
“I’m exhausted...I’m so tired of all these endless trips.”
“I get it...and you’ve done more than I have. Got plans today?”
“Sorry, hyung, but I’m too tired to–”
“No, you misunderstood,” Byung-hun cut in, “I just wanted to talk.”
“Oh. Well, no, today I think I’ll sleep the whole day. Maybe even tomorrow morning and afternoon too...I’ll just wake up in time for hair and makeup at the event.”
That was enough to tell Byung-hun he didn’t feel like talking.
“Of course...sorry to bother you. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Bye, hyung.”
Byung-hun froze for a moment, phone still in his hand.
He lifted his gaze to his daughter, who was pointing at something among the trees from her stroller.
“Yes, the kitty...” he murmured, distracted.
He couldn’t deny that it stung. He had only needed him, just for a moment, and he’d been dismissed without a second thought.
Stop it now.
Jung-jae was just tired, that’s all. Damn it, why was he reacting this way? He wasn’t ten years old anymore, sulking because his friend didn’t want to talk. Shaking his head, he started pushing the stroller back toward home.
That evening, while cooking dinner with Min-jung, the doorbell rang.
“Can you get it?” she asked.
“Sure.”
He opened the door, and right in front of him stood Jung-jae.
“Jung-jae?!” His face flushed instantly.
“Surprise!” Min-jung called out from the kitchen.
Jung-jae grinned, raising his hands. “Your wife was my accomplice.” Then he pulled him into a hug. Just two seconds of contact, but it was too much, almost overwhelming.
“But...why?”
“Jung-jae said you sounded off when you talked earlier,” Min-jung explained as she peeked into the hallway. “So he invited himself to dinner to cheer you up. He says he can always make you laugh.”
“Yeah, that’s true...thank you.” Byung-hun raised an eyebrow, smiling.
And of course, Jung-jae looked stunning. Light shirt, trousers, glasses perched on his face.
“Wow,” Byung-hun muttered under his breath, biting his lower lip as he looked him up and down. Without waiting for a reaction, he turned and walked back into the kitchen.
“Jung-jae-samchon!” Joon-hoo came running down the stairs and flung himself at him.
“Hey, Joon-hoo!”
“My son doesn’t even greet me like that,” Byung-hun grumbled.
“What’s wrong, hyung? Are you jealous?” Jung-jae laughed.
The other shook his head and went back to his wife, to help her finish cooking.
Jung-jae walked into the kitchen with Joon-hoo in tow and spotted Seo-yi in her high chair, clutching a carrot stick in one hand and a little book in the other. Her face lit up when she saw him.
“Hi, sweetheart!” Jung-jae leaned close to her, who stretched out her arms. He picked her up and smiled, and brushed their noses together. “How are you? What were you up to?”
“Seo-yi, show samchon how the cow goes.”
She mooed, and Jung-jae showered her with praise until she laughed, glowing with pride. Soon he was asking her all the animals’ sounds, piling on the affection.
“Come on, stop spoiling her,” Byung-hun muttered.
He ignored him, waving a hand for him to be quiet without even looking at him.
“Leave him alone!” Min-jung cut in, clearly happy to see her daughter so delighted.
Byung-hun grumbled under his breath but couldn’t hide a smile. Jung-jae would’ve made an amazing father, and he was glad his kids had such an affectionate godfather.
“Can I help you?” Jung-jae asked, stepping closer to them, the little one still in his arms.
“No, JJ, thank you,” Min-jung smiled, heading toward the stove.
“Ah, bibimbap?” Jung-jae pressed his lips together and shot a glance at Byung-hun, who grinned back. Both were clearly remembering that amazing dinner they shared not too long ago.
“Yes, and for dessert we have the cookies I made with eomma yesterday afternoon,” Joon-hoo announced, heading to the pantry and pulling out the cocoa cookies.
“Mmmh! Good thing I skipped lunch today.”
“Why didn’t you eat lunch, samchon?”
“Ah, Joon-hoo, I was so tired I ended up sleeping all day,” he said with a yawn, flopping onto the couch with Seo-yi. The little girl wriggled until he set her down, then started toddling around.
“Are you tired because of all those trips for Squid Game?”
“Yes, sweetheart, exactly. And soon your dad and I will be leaving again, for the last leg of the tour.”
“You’re going to New York, right?”
“London first, then New York. And finally back to Seoul for the June 28th event. After that, I’m sleeping for an entire year.”
“Come on, Jung-jae, enough work talk! Dinner’s ready,” Min-jung called, setting steaming dishes down on the table.
Seo-yi squealed happily, clapped her hands, and ran toward the table and trying to climb into her highchair. When she couldn’t, she called for her dad to help.
“Ah, see? You come running back to me when it’s convenient,” he teased, settling her into the seat. Min-jung swatted him playfully on the arm.
Dinner was warm and cheerful, until Min-jung asked the infamous question.
“Why didn’t Se-ryung come to dinner?”
Jung-jae froze. “She...had plans.”
But Min-jung wasn’t buying it, not after the look Byung-hun shot to his friend.
“Joon-hoo, go get a bottle of water from the pantry.”
“But eomma, we still have some–”
“I said go!”
He huffed but went. Then, the woman turned to Jung-jae.
“What happened?”
He sighed. “We broke up.”
“What?!” She slapped a hand over her mouth, in shock. “What happened? When?”
“It’s a long story. We ended things about six months ago.”
“Six months? And no one thought to tell me?” She shot her husband a sharp look.
“I didn’t know right away either...and I was pissed when I found out,” Byung-hun said defensively.
“Oh my god...she must think I’m awful for not even sending a message.” Min-jung started fumbling for her phone, but Jung-jae stopped her.
“There’s a reason no one knows. We decided it was better not to say anything, to avoid scandals during the press tour. Not even our parents know.”
“Scandals? Why?”
Shit.
Jung-jae had definitely stepped right into some serious shit, about as big as the second portion of bibimbap he’d just scooped out of the pot.
“Jung-jae, you don’t have to...” Byung-hun started.
“No. You’re my friends, she deserves to know too before it comes out in some shady way. Min-jung, I’m gay.”
“Jung-jae-samchon is gay!” Joon-hoo’s voice rang from behind the door.
“You were eavesdropping?!” Min-jung shot up, furious.
“I’m not a little kid anymore, I can listen to your conversations,” he protested.
He was only ten, but wise and mature for his age. Min-jung let it go, too shaken by the news to push it further.
“Sorry to ask this, Jung-jae...you and Se-ryung were together so long. Are you telling me you only realized now?”
“No. I’ve always known. But don’t get me wrong – I cared deeply for Se-ryung. I really thought I’d found a kind of balance, and I did love her in my way. I never wanted to hurt her.” His eyes dropped, guilt etched into his features.
“Wow...I need a minute to process this.” Min-jung set her chopsticks down.
“I understand.” Jung-jae looked like a kicked puppy, clearly not expecting the night to go this way.
“Jung-jae,” Joon-hoo said quietly. All eyes turned to him.
“We never talk about stuff like this at school...but I know what it means. And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being gay. I love you just the same.”
Jung-jae’s eyes filled with tears, his mouth spreading into a wide smile.
“Thank you. Truly.” He bowed his head a little, grateful, as a tear rolled down his cheek.
“Excuse me for a second.” He got up from the table and went away.
Byung-hun immediately followed, shooting his wife a pointed look, like look what you’ve done.
“Jung-jae-ya!”
He found him in the bathroom, door ajar.
“Can I come in?” No reply. He stepped in anyway. Jung-jae stood at the mirror, trying to steady himself, tears still streaking his face.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look it.” Byung-hun quietly locked the door, just in case, and wrapped his arms around him from behind.
“I’m so sorry the topic came up like that, and that it hurt you.”
Jung-jae leaned his head back against his.
“It doesn’t hurt me, I made peace with my sexuality a long time ago. The thing is, your son...no one has ever said something so sweet to me about being gay. A ten-year-old kid was kinder to me than all the adults I’ve met throughout my life. Korea is a tough place for people like me. But Joon-hoo...he touched my heart.”
Byung-hun kissed his cheek, tasting the salt of his tears.
“Are you sure that’s all?”
He nodded.
“Then I’m glad my son could give you that.”
Jung-jae turned and hugged him tight.
“Thank you, hyung.”
They hesitated, then shared a soft, brief kiss on the lips. Soft, innocent. They smiled at each other and went back to dinner.
×
Later that night, Min-jung and Byung-hun were gtting into bed.
After that conversation, dinner went on peacefully. Min-jung had hugged Jung-jae and apologized for making him feel out of place, and Jung-jae had thanked Joon-hoo for his words, praising him for his open-mindedness. After dinner, they all sat on the couch eating cocoa cookies and flipping through old photo albums of Byung-hun and Min-jung, laughing heartily.
“I’m so sorry about how things went tonight,” Min-jung said to her husband as she lay down.
“Don’t worry, it all turned out fine in the end.”
“What did he tell you in the bathroom?”
“That Joon-hoo’s words touched him deeply, because nowadays it’s rare to find an adult who reacts like that, let alone a child.”
“We have such a wonderful son...but who could he possibly take after?” Min-jung moved closer to Byung-hun, her intentions written all over her face.
For the first time, Byung-hun made love to his wife while thinking only of Jung-jae.
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Chapter 10
Notes:
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The London and New York events were a huge success. The launch of Squid Game’s third and final season had become a global triumph. The cast couldn’t be more grateful for the love and warmth pouring in from fans all over the world. Every time they saw the joy and excitement on people’s faces, every ounce of fatigue seemed to melt away.
Byung-hun could hardly believe he’s become this famous on a global scale. Even though he had appeared in several Hollywood films, his true worldwide success had only come now, with Squid Game. And the fact that it all happened thanks to a Korean production made it even more incredible.
Finally, the last event arrived: the crown jewel of everything related to the series. In Seoul, along Seul-daero, a grand parade stretched out with cosplayers, floats inspired by the show’s sets, marching bands playing the soundtrack, and even a giant Young-hee.
The actors were watching the parade from Netflix Korea’s press lounge, and soon they’d head to Seoul Plaza, where they would appear together onstage before fans and cameras worldwide, streamed live across the globe. They were grabbing a quick bite after the group photoshoot, the one that finally brought everyone together.
“Holy crap, did you see that giant Young-hee? It’s incredible!” Ho-yeon exclaimed, eyes glued to the screen. “It feels like we’re back on set four years ago…I’m so nostalgic!”
“Yeah, this parade is insane,” Anupam agreed. “Who would’ve thought, on our very first day of shooting, that it would come to this?”
“Oh my god, I’m gonna cry! Look at that float with the dorm beds!” Yu-ri clapped her hands. “And that one with the stairs and hallways, look!”
The day was pure emotion. To be reunited, cast old and new, celebrating the end of Squid Game together...it was a once-in-a-lifetime moment.
Seung-hyun was snapping selfies with Jae-won and Si-wan. Hae-soo chatted animatedly with Jung-jae. Ha-neul couldn’t stop hugging Seo-hwan, who laughed as he tried to wriggle free. Ae-shim was crying into Dong-geun’s shoulder, who teased her with a “come on, Mom!” while Sung-hoon captured the moment on camera, laughing. All the other actors were chatting and laughing in every corner of the room.
The parade rolled on outside, a backdrop to these last precious moments together.
Byung-hun was happy, unbelievably happy, as he looked at all those wonderful people who’ve become friends thanks to what, for all of them, had turned into much more than just a job.
Right then, he was watching the parade while eating snacks with Ha-joon.
“What a story, huh?” the younger man said, nodding at the people in the streets, pretending to play Red Light, Green Light.
“Impressive. Really, who could’ve imagined something like this?”
“A global hit like this…and we’re a part of it, hyung.”
Byung-hun smiled at him. “We’ll always be part of something special.”
At that moment, Director Hwang appeared in the doorway.
“Everyone, ten minutes until we’re on stage! Time to head to the limos.”
“Wait!” Jung-jae stepped forward. “I just want to thank you all. You’ve been an incredible cast. I’ve worked with nearly every one of you, and not once did I ever have a problem. You’re all amazing, every single one of you. So I can only say thank you, from the bottom of my heart.” He bowed three times, hands pressed together over his chest.
Applause broke out. People cheered, snapped photos of Jung-jae, took group selfies – a beautiful, chaotic mess. A few burst into tears.
“This might be the last time we’re all together,” Yu-ri said, wiping at her eyes. Si-wan hugged her tightly, his own eyes glistening.
Jung-jae was engulfed in hugs and pats on the back as the group spilled out into the hall. He turned to Byung-hun, waiting for him. They exchanged a smile, then walked out side by side, arms slung over each other’s shoulders.
Showtime.
×
They say that for something to be truly beautiful, it has to end someday.
But what Byung-hun felt as he returned home after the event and the party with his castmates was nothing but heartbreak.
This four-year journey had been one of the most fulfilling experiences of his entire career, not to mention the bonds they had built.
When it came time to say goodbye at the afterparty, he’d struggled to hold back tears. Many of them had cried, embracing and kissing each other goodbye.
And now he knew: the relationships would remain, but nothing would never be the same again.
×
The alarm went off right on time that Tuesday.
Ten days had passed since Squid Game’s final event, and Byung-hun was slowly easing back into routine.
School drop-offs, daycare runs, heading to the agency, bouncing between meetings, thinking about new projects...but there was a hollow place in his chest that nothing could fill.
He and Jung-jae had only managed to see each other once, for a quick lunch, no chance to even brush hands.
Saturday would be Byung-hun’s birthday; he’d planned a big party with friends and family, and theoretically Jung-jae was supposed to be there too. But these scraps of contact weren’t enough. He wanted more.
He wanted to wake up with the other man’s body pressed to his, make love before breakfast, laugh together while getting ready for the day, and come home at night to a house where Jung-jae would be waiting. Just the two of them, and their reckless love.
Those thoughts weren’t easy to accept, and there was no way he could abandon his family – not now, with the kids still small and needing him every day.
But it was hard.
Unbearably hard.
The day crawled by, filled with the usual commitments that, for Byung-hun, have become nothing more than a slow drift from one routine to the next.
As he did every evening, while the driver took him home, he wrote a message to Jung-jae.
"Hey, how was your day?”
He hesitated before hitting send, then added five more words.
“I miss you like crazy.”
A few minutes later, the reply came:
“I miss you too.”
Another message, right after:
“Saturday I’ll be there.”
Byung-hun smiled, happy they’d at least see each other. But he decided to be honest.
“It’s not enough anymore, Jung-jae. I need to see you...just us.”
“Believe me, Byung-hun...me too. I swear, after this week I’ll find the time.”
“I want you.”
This time, no immediate reply. He had time to get home and greet his wife and kids before his phone buzzed.
It was a photo: Jung-jae in the mirror, hair tousled, bare chest, and...a very obvious bulge in his boxers.
“I want you too.”
Byung-hun sighed. He already knew what he’d be thinking about in the shower.
×
Byung-hun’s birthday turned out to be an oddly happy day. He woke up with a smile on his face, feeling like things can get better. He didn’t always need to expect the worst – his family life could coexist with the life he shared with Jung-jae; he just needed a little patience. Everyone’s days were packed, and it was normal not to be able to see each other often. He finally realized that, until a few days ago, it had been the nostalgia and the melancholy of what used to be that kept him from thinking positively.
Furthermore, he had an idea he’d been wanting to share with Jung-jae for a while.
That evening, as the party was winding down, he caught Jung-jae’s eye and the two of them slipped into a quiet corner with their last cocktails.
“It was a good party,” Jung-jae said.
“Yeah...it went great.”
“You wanted to talk to me?”
Byung-hun looked around. Only a few guests were still around. Min-jung and the kids had gone home a while ago, and just a handful of old friends remained, still sitting at the dinner tables. Even so, he lowered his voice.
“Remember that idea I had...a while back?”
“Which idea?”
He wasn’t sure why, but he felt a little shy saying it out aloud.
“The...roleplay thing.”
“Oh, right. Of course.”
“What do you think?”
Jung-jae set his glass down.
“You’re actually suggesting it?”
“Yeah...if you’re up for it.”
Jung-jae seemed to mull it over for a beat.
“It’s such an intriguing idea that, frankly, I’m already getting hard.”
“Not helping...you’ll get me worked up too.”
They both took a breath, trying to calm themselves down.
“Okay, how about this,” Byung-hun said. “Text me when you’re free next week and–”
“Monday night,” Jung-jae cut in.
A shiver ran through him. Monday wasn’t far away at all.
“Eight o’clock. I’ll be there.”
“And I’ll be home waiting for you.”
“Jung-jae, promise me one thing. Whatever happens, we never break character.”
“Of course, otherwise it’s not real roleplay. And we should set a context, by the way. To act...you know, properly.”
“You know what? Let’s rewrite season three ourselves. Say the Front Man has captured Gi-hun after killing Jung-bae. We pick up there, after the murder.”
“Guess I need a crash rewatch of season two.”
“Yeah...so, let’s be as faithful as we can to our characters and what they feel.”
“Don’t worry. I remember exactly what Gi-hun felt for Young-il...we’ll see how it evolves.”
“We should probably head back to the table now, or I might jump you right here.”
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Chapter 11
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Monday, 7:15 p.m.
Byung-hun drove out with a small bag on the passenger seat beside him.
Before heading to Jung-jae’s house, he made a detour. Pulling into a deserted street just off the highway, he slipped into the Front Man’s cloak and boots. In his pants pocket he had tucked one of his son’s old toy guns. The mask stared back at him from the bottom of the bag. He’d put it on only once he reached Jung-jae’s place.
The day before, he’d managed to find some time to rewatch a few clips from season two. He hadn’t watched it again since it first came out, and he had to admit he finally understood why people were so obsessed with In-ho and Gi-hun’s dynamic: the entire season, those two do nothing but eyefucking each other. Hard to blame the fans.
Byung-hun was ready. Wired. Turned on. He’d styled his hair close to his character’s look and already had the entire evening’s script mapped out in his head.
Tonight, he was the one running the show.
“A very Front Man thought,” he murmured to himself as he started the car again.
He arrived at Jung-jae’s house at 7:50 p.m., and the gate slid open immediately. After parking the car, he walked quickly to the front door, and before ringing the bell he put on the mask. Holy hell...having that mask on again felt dangerously familiar. It made him feel powerful, and that was exactly what he needed tonight.
Jung-jae opened the door right away, his expression furious and terrified at the same time.
Byung-hun smiled beneath the mask: what a perfect start. Jung-jae was wearing the green tracksuit of Player 456, and he’d even cut his hair to look exactly like he did in season two. He even had the same white sneakers from the games. No doubt about it...Jung-jae had exceeded every expectation. It truly felt like stepping back onto the set.
Byung-hun stepped inside, shut the door behind him, pulled the toy gun, and leveled it at Jung-jae. The other man staggered back and dropped to his knees, hands raised.
“Didn’t you hear me? Player 456, did you enjoy playing the hero?”
“You killed Jung-bae...you bastard!” Jung-jae shook, eyes brimming with rage and unshed tears.
What a fucking actor.
“Collateral damage from your little rebellion. Now get up,” he ordered, prodding him with the gun.
Jung-jae stood up and followed his silent instructions, dictated by the gun pressed into his back. Byung-hun led him to the second floor, into the study. The curtains had been drawn throughout the entire house, and soft lights were lit everywhere. Jung-jae hadn’t left anything to chance...he truly wanted to recreate the darkness of the Front Man’s lair.
“Sit down, Gi-hun.”
He did, never breaking eye contact.
“You’re probably wondering why I brought you here.”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“If I were you, I’d listen.”
Jung-jae trembled, clutching the arms of the chair, while Byung-hun stayed impassive.
“You’re my guest now. You won’t be returning to the games.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?? My friends are down there, and they need me!”
“Friends? You think they’re your friends? Soon you’ll all be against each other. Trust me, being here is your only chance to survive.”
“I don’t give a damn if I get out of here alive. They’re the ones who need to make it out! Those people don’t deserve to be here. Jun-hee is pregnant, for fuck’s sake, you piece of shit, do you not care if she dies while carrying her child??”
Byung-hun needed to simulate a crack in his composure. He couldn’t just ignore that line, not with what it meant for his character.
“Don’t you dare say something like that,” he threatened.
Jung-jae gave him a little smirk. “Ah, so you do feel something, huh? Prove to me that you actually care! Let Jun-hee out of this hell!”
“You know I can’t.”
“Coward...you don’t want to look weak in front of your VIPs, right? Otherwise, who would pay you to run this bloodbath?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Why not?!” Jung-jae shouted. “Be a man, take off that fucking mask and show me what’s so complicated about saving people!”
Byung-hun froze. Yes, this was the moment. Slowly, he pushed back the hood. Then, even more slowly, he lifted off the mask, his eyes lowered to his knees. When he finally raised his head, he met Jung-jae’s stunned gaze.
“W-what...?” the other man barely whispered. But disbelief quickly gave way to a blinding rage that spread across his face as he shot to his feet, knocking the chair over.
“It was you...all this time?!” he screamed, a tear streaking down his cheek.
Byung-hun stayed impassive, holding onto the role.
“Gi-hun. Sit down. Please, let me explain.”
“Explain?? What the hell was there to explain?? You infiltrated the game and earned my trust...what else was there to say, Young-il? You BETRAYED me!” Jung-jae clenched his fist as if he were seconds away from lunging at him and beating him to the ground.
“In-ho,” Byung-hun said calmly.
“What?”
“In-ho. Hwang In-ho. My real name.”
Jung-jae’s arms dropped at his sides. His subconscious connected the dots faster than his conscious mind. Then he crumpled to the ground.
“No...fuck no...you are the detective Hwang’s brother!”
Byung-hun looked at him without saying a word, not a flicker of emotion crossing his eyes.
Jung-jae was the very picture of fury. Tears streamed down his face as he realized that both Jun-ho and his own brother had been making a fool of him all along.
“Gi-hun...I was like you once. I played the game, years ago. And I won.”
“You...you were a winner? Are you telling me you went through the games yourself...and still decided to put yourself in charge of them?!”
“It’s more complicated than that.”
“Stop saying everything is complicated!”
“My wife’s story wasn’t a lie. I just...wasn’t in time. When I left the games with the money, my wife was dead. Along with our child, inside her.”
“I’m sorry, but that doesn’t change anything. Why become this monster? Why not fight back against what they did to you?”
“What good would that have done? I lost everything. Nothing mattered. This place gave me purpose again.”
“You had your brother! You could have gone to him!”
“It’s too late for me. I made my choices. I don’t like them, but here I am.”
Jung-jae was drowning in emotion.
Byung-hun was starting to get turned on just watching his partner’s flawless performance.
“You’re a sick, twisted fuck,” Jung-jae snarled. Then he lunged, grabbing Byung-hun by the cloak. Without flinching, Byung-hun shoved him lightly to the ground - careful not to actually hurt him - then turned his back, walking toward the bedroom.
When Jung-jae caught up, Byung-hun was shrugging off the cloak.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Showing you just how twisted I can be.” He moved in a flash, so close their noses almost touched. “You don’t have the guts to kill me, because you were falling for Young-il.”
“Young-il is dead,” Jung-jae pointed out furiously.
“Young-il is still me.”
“NO! Young-il would never have done this! He wanted to help me, save me, stand by me...”
“And isn’t that exactly what I’m doing?”
The words struck deep. Jung-jae froze.
“Lie down, Gi-hun,” Byung-hun ordered.
And Jung-jae obeyed.
“You have to understand that what we had was real. And it still is. I would never let anything happen to you, Gi-hun.”
“Oh? Is that why you killed Jung-bae? If I’m not mistaken, he was your friend, too.”
“Jung-bae’s death was inevitable. If I had let him live, I would’ve had to answer to my superiors.”
“Inevitable...you talk about him like he was a fly.”
Even so, Jung-jae stayed where he was, propped on his elbows. Byung-hun stripped to his underwear, intentions clear. He climbed onto the bed, body pressing against Jung-jae’s, and there was no denying the other man was hard too.
“Gi-hun...you’re getting hard, aren’t you?” he taunted, his face deformed in a wicked grin.
“You fucking bastard...”
Yet he didn’t resist. He stayed still, without moving.
Byung-hun slid a hand into the tracksuit bottoms, into his underwear, and gripped him firmly. Jung-jae let out a single guttural moan.
“See? Your body knows it’s still me,” he whispered, starting to stroke him slowly.
Jung-jae said nothing. It was hard to stay in character like this. Suddenly, Byung-hun pulled back to his knees, and yanked off his pants and underwear entirely.
“Well, Gi-hun...you’re well-endowed,” he commented, pleased.
Jung-jae was still frozen, shocked by what he was letting his character do to him, the very man who was supposed to be his greatest enemy. And yet he couldn’t stop him, because he could still see Young-il flickering in his eyes.
Byung-hun’s heart was pounding. Because the power, for that night, belonged to him. Because he was the Front Man. Because finally, for the very first time, he was going to be the one to fuck Jung-jae.
He slid off his underwear and lunged at him again. Their mouths crashed together in a messy, hard kiss. The Front Man wasn’t sweet or romantic, the Front Man wanted to get straight to the point.
Byung-hun reached out and grabbed the bottle of lube, already waiting on the nightstand.
Then he spoke against his ear. “Gi-hun...lift your legs for me.”
Jung-jae stared at him, spellbound, and obeyed. Byung-hun pushed a finger inside him, slowly, savoring every tiny shift in Jung-jae’s body language. Then he added a second finger. He could feel his cock throbbing painfully, so hard it almost hurt.
“Gi-hun, have you ever had sex with a man?”
The other shook his head.
“Good...then it’s the first time for both of us.”
Byung-hun pulled his fingers out of the other man’s opening and leaned forward to adjust his position. He would’ve liked to savor the moment more, but he was so turned on he couldn’t think straight.
The moment he pushed in, pleasure shot through him so sharply he had to stop, just for a heartbeat, to take in the sensation of being fully inside Jung-jae for the first time. He couldn’t remember ever feeling anything this thrilling. Then his gaze lifted to the man beneath him.
The sight of Jung-jae panting, eyes squeezed shut, fists gripping the sheets, was so intoxicating that Byung-hun had to exhale just to steady himself.
He finally began to thrust slowly, careful not to hurt him. Keeping control was incredibly difficult, and hearing Jung-jae moaning loudly did not help.
“In-ho...” Jung-jae breathed. “In-ho...”
“You like that, Gi-hun?”
“In-ho...I want more...”
The moment those pleasure-soaked words reached him, Byung-hun arched his back and started thrusting faster, driving into him as hard as he could, moaning with him. Fucking Jung-jae while he was still wearing the green 456 sweatshirt was wickedly arousing, and once again that rush of power surged through Byung-hun’s veins.
“Gi-hun...you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, In-ho.”
Byung-hun leaned down to kiss him, and the new angle made Jung-jae cry out. He kissed him hungrily, all tongue and teeth, never once stopping the relentless grind of his hips, going deeper and deeper into him.
When they finally pulled apart, their mouths were red and slick, and Jung-jae had never looked more beautiful.
“I can’t hold it anymore, In-ho.”
“Then let go...come for me, Gi-hun.”
Jung-jae wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking himself under Byung-hun’s burning stare. It didn’t take long before he fell apart in a violent orgasm that shook him from head to toe, his face twisted in pleasure, his eyes rolling back.
Seeing him so undone, so wrecked beneath him, pushed Byung-hun over the edge. He slammed into him with a few final thrusts, chasing his own climax, and soon he reached it, burying himself deep until the last pulse of his orgasm faded.
He held still for only a few seconds, then pulled out and immediately stood up.
“Remember this, Gi-hun...from now on, you’re mine. You’re my obsession.”
“In-ho...”
Byung-hun cleaned himself quickly in the bathroom and got dressed again, passing through the bedroom long enough to toss a wad of tissues at him.
He shot him a look full of wicked promise, then left.
Five minutes later, he was driving home, the mask and cloak tucked back into their usual bag, and excitement still pounding through his chest from those forbidden moments born out of a simple roleplay – one that had turned out far better than he had expected.
Only then did he look at the time: it was only 9:30 p.m. Which meant they hadn’t even been together for two full hours. Even though his heart ached at not staying longer, breaking character afterward would have ruined everything. The roleplay had to remain intact, pure, untouched, without smudges.
Byung-hun sighed, turned on the radio, and continued driving home.
×
“I’m home.”
“Back already? Why so early?” his wife called from the living room, rising to greet him.
“Yeah, Jung-jae wasn’t feeling well. Asked me to come back tomorrow night to finish helping him.”
He had lied again to his wife. He had told her that Jung-jae was finally clearing his house of Se-ryung’s things and that he needed a friend there for support.
“I see...”
“I think it was just an excuse, you know...I think he didn’t feel ready for that step, even though it’s been months since they broke up. He really cared about her, after all.”
“Poor thing...I feel bad for him. It must be hard. Good thing he has you.”
Byung-hun nodded. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”
As soon as he was in the bathroom, he turned on the water while checking his phone. No messages. So he wrote to his friend himself.
“I invited myself over to your place. I told Min-jung that tomorrow night I’ll be going back there. Will you be home?”
“I’ll be there. I’m expecting you for dinner too. 7 p.m.”
Byung-hun smiled. He couldn’t wait.
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Chapter 12
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Chapter Text
The next day, Byung-hun arrived at Jung-jae’s right on time, carrying a cake his wife had baked.
“Who are you and what do you want,” Jung-jae said over the intercom.
“I’m Byung-hun, and I come in peace.”
“State your intentions.”
“I have no good intentions. But I do have cake.”
That answer must have satisfied him, because the gate swung open. By the time Byung-hun parked, Jung-jae was already waiting on the doorstep, with a huge smile. Byung-hun wanted to run up and throw himself into his arms, but decided to keep it together, just a little.
“Hi.”
“Hey...”
As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Jung-jae pulled him into a hug.
“Welcome back, Byung-hun. It’s been ages,” he whispered with a wink.
“Yeah...way too long,” he replied, easing out of the embrace and kicking off his shoes.
“What kind of cake is that?”
“Apricot crostata, Italian recipe. My wife made it for you.”
“Mmh! Tell your wife I love her,” Jung-jae said, taking the cake and heading for the kitchen.
“What smells so good? What are you cooking?”
“Mexican tacos.”
“International dinner tonight!”
They chatted while Jung-jae finished the meat and veggies for the filling, and Byung-hun perched at the island with a bottle of soju in hand.
“Are you sure you don’t need help?” he asked after a while, watching him slice peppers.
“Nope! You’re my guest. Sit and stay.”
But Byung-hun stood up anyway, wrapped him up from behind, and hugged him tight.
“Maybe I could help cut something.” His hands drifted lower and lower, finally settling between Jung-jae’s legs.
“Byung-hun...you’ve been here less than fifteen minutes and your hand’s already on my dick,” Jung-jae murmured, aroused, still trying to keep chopping, with undeniable difficulty.
“Just relax...keep cooking.” Byung-hun lingered a moment over his pants, then slid his hand into his boxers.
“Mh...” Jung-jae groaned, tipping his head back.
“Shhh...” Byung-hun stroked him slowly, maddeningly.
At this point, Jung-jae couldn’t cook another second. The knife lay on the board, both hands pressed to the countertop.
“Hyung...” he breathed, lit up.
“Maybe you’re right...maybe we should wait until after dinner,” Byung-hun said, withdrawing his hand far too slowly.
“No...you bastard...” Jung-jae whined, palming his erection through his pants.
Byung-hun returned to his stool, sipping soju like nothing had happened.
Jung-jae shot him a look that could kill. “You’re going to pay for that. Dearly.”
“Oh, I’m terrified.”
Dinner stretched past an hour, as they fell into shared memories from their youth and swapped commentary about the most recent Squid Game trips.
“It really is nice to actually talk to you, once in a while,” Byung-hun observed.
Jung-jae burst out laughing as he cut another slice of cake.
“Yeah, we haven’t exactly been chatty lately, have we?”
“We’re still in the teenage phase of our relationship.”
“No, we’re literally going backwards...first we’ve known each other for thirty years, and now we’re finally teenagers again, following every impulse.”
“We have a lot of impulses, huh?”
Mouth full of cake, Jung-jae nodded vigorously.
“I didn’t even have this much sex with my first girlfriend.”
“True. I’ve done it more with you than with my wife.”
His friend burst out laughing again. “You liar!”
He finished his second slice in complete silence while Byung-hun watched him. After a quick tidy-up, they finally collapsed onto the couch.
“So,” Jung-jae began, “what did you think of last night?”
“Last night was incredible, Jung-jae. You were phenomenal, nothing else to say.”
“When I opened the door and saw you dressed as the Front Man...I won’t lie, I felt a chill run down my spine. Yeah, that was terrifying.”
“PTSD.”
“Something like that. Until you took the mask off, I was this close to peeing myself.”
“Seriously, Jung-jae. You were amazing. I mean, you cried twice! And you even cut your hair! You took our little game very seriously.”
“Of course. I told you, the idea was electrifying.”
“And...the after?”
“The after...” he sighed. “You were incredible. Honestly, what turned me on most was how deep in character you were. You looked so powerful, so commanding...you had me hard in two seconds.”
“Yeah, I felt powerful,” he admitted. “It was part of the game, and it was exactly what I hoped for. No, better. A thousand times better.”
“I liked that you were the one on top of me...”
“I'm already addicted to that.”
Jung-jae glanced down, hesitating. “Can I confess something?”
“Always.”
“I...keep all our footage.”
Byung-hun went pale. “Footage?”
His gaze followed Jung-jae’s toward the little camera on the media console.
“There are security cameras in every room. Se-ryung was obsessed with them, so we installed a system to keep an eye on the house when we were away. I kept everything even after she left and...well, let’s say I saved the recordings of our encounters.”
“You pervert,” Byung-hun grinned. “And then what, do you rewatch them?”
“I haven’t...not yet.”
“What a maniac...with that angel face of yours.”
Jung-jae’s smile curled, just a little.
“Maybe you’d like to film a new one?” Byung-hun asked, hand sliding onto his thigh.
“With immense pleasure.”
It was enough to pull the two men into a heated kiss, hands skimming over skin as they stripped off their shirts. Fingers traced along chests only to slip lower, touching the most vulnerable parts. Pants and underwear dropped to the floor, leaving them both naked, staring at each other. Jung-jae climbed onto him, settling on his lap, making Byung-hun's back perfectly straight against the couch.
“Hyung...” he breathed, squirming just a little as their arms wrapped around each other, their cocks now fully hard, pressed together almost painfully.
“Hyung,” he repeated, “please...”
At first, Byung-hun didn’t understand. Then Jung-jae grabbed the hand resting on his back and brought it to his mouth, sucking his fingers. After that, he guided it down along his spine until he placed it on his ass.
“Fuck, Jung-jae,” Byung-hun muttered once he understood what the other wanted. He slowly slid a saliva-slick finger to the center of Jung-jae’s ass, and at the same time he closed his legs, forcing Jung-jae’s legs to close with them, making everything easier. Gently, he pushed a finger inside him, in this new, intoxicating position.
“Oh...yes...” Jung-jae moaned, tilting his head back.
Byung-hun pulled him close by the free arm, forcing him to look him in the eyes as he added a second finger. The pleasure reflected in Jung-jae’s gaze was enough to make his own breath stutter, overwhelmed by how erotic it all was. He didn’t wait long before adding a third finger.
“Hyung, don’t stop,” Jung-jae moaned, as the other kept fingering him and rocking his hips to grind their bodies together.
“God, Jung-jae, you’re so damn sexy...”
“Say it again...”
“You’re sexy and fucking irresistible. You drive me insane.”
“Fuck, Byung-hun, I’m gonna come.”
He tried to move, but Byung-hun held him in place with his free arm, never stopping the thrust of his fingers.
“Come on me, Jung-jae,” he growled, eyes burning.
And Jung-jae came all over him, spilling warm, hot release across his chest.
“Oh god...”
“Wait...” Jung-jae grabbed his cock, now slick with his own cum, and began pumping it.
“Did I turn you on, hyung?”
“Yes...”
“Did you like watching me come all over you? Look at yourself...you’re drenched...”
Byung-hun rolled his hips a little, chasing more friction as Jung-jae stroked him.
“And did you like fucking me with your fingers? It turned me on so much I came in two seconds...fuck, Byung-hun, now it’s your turn. Come for me...”
Their eyes stayed locked, hungry and hazy with lust, and only moments later it was Byung-hun who came, spilling all over Jung-jae, who watched him with reverence.
They pulled each other into a tight embrace, sharing one last kiss.
“Fuck,” Jung-jae murmured as he stood, dripping with cum, “that was hot.”
Byung-hun stood and brushed his fingers over his face.
“It really was.”
After a revitalizing shower, they tried to bring the living room back to something like a decent state, wiping the couch and the floor clean.
“It’s almost ten,” Byung-hun said, dropping onto the couch once it was dry.
“What time do you have to go?”
“No curfew. You?”
“Me neither. I’m working from home tomorrow.”
At that moment, something occurred to Byung-hun.
“Oh! By the way. I told Min-jung that tonight I’d help you sort through some of Se-ryung’s stuff that was still here. That you didn’t feel up to it yesterday, you were too sad and it was too heavy emotionally; so that’s why I came back tonight. Which is also why Min-jung baked you the crostata, by the way.”
“Oh,” Jung-jae said, glancing toward the kitchen. “Now I feel guilty.”
“Why? I’m the one who came up with the lie.”
Suddenly, Jung-jae took his hands, eyes soft. “Byung-hun. Come on holiday with me.”
His eyes widened. “Holiday?”
“Let’s use that excuse. I’m fine with it.”
Byung-hun fell silent. He wanted to say yes so badly...but he had responsibilities at home.
“I’m sorry,” Jung-jae said softly. “I feel like shit asking to come before your family’s needs. Hyung, I love your family. I care about all of them. Your wife is wonderful, a treasure, and your kids? Joon-hoo is more mature than most adults in Korea, and my little Seo-yi? She’s an angel,” he added, smiling faintly.
Byung-hun squeezed his hands gently, nodding for him to go on.
“But I can’t be without you. I can’t, I won’t, and I don’t know how. You know how I feel about you. Byung-hun, I love you. That’s not going anywhere. I remember like it was yesterday the first time I saw you walk onto set while I was shooting the glass bridge scene. You lit up the room, and you’ve never left my head since. What I feel for you isn’t trivial; it’s four years old, it has been growing and thriving. Byung-hun, I don’t expect you to return, word-for-word, what I’ve built over four years after only a few weeks...but if you’re here, there’s a reason.”
Jung-jae sighed, interrupting himself for a moment. “You feel something deep for me too...and I want more. I never want to stop kissing you in the morning, while we’ve just woken up. I want to make love with you before we even get out of bed. I want to make breakfast with you while we act like idiots. And at night, I want to come home and find you there waiting for me. My heart hurts because it knows that won’t ever fully come true. And yet, as long as it’s possible...I want to feel all of this with you...my love.”
Byung-hun was spellbound by Jung-jae’s words. More specifically, he couldn’t pretend he hadn’t been thinking the exact same things just a few days ago. He’d been fantasizing about a life together too.
“That’s the most beautiful love confession anyone’s ever made to me.”
His head was buzzing with thoughts that need to be sorted out, structured, and uttered.
“Jung-jae, I dream of that life with you too. I really do, fiercely and deeply. Like you, I know it can’t fully happen...I can’t leave my family, not now. And believe me, that breaks my heart, because what I feel for you isn’t just delirious, passionate desire. You’ve always mattered to me...but now, I can’t be without you either. Yes, yes, and yes again, I’ll go on vacation with you, whatever it takes, because it’s exactly what my heart needs to be happy.”
Jung-jae smiled, eyes bright with tears, fingers tightening around his. A single tear slipped down his cheek.
“Don’t cry,” Byung-hun whispered sweetly, brushing it away with his thumb. “It’s okay. I’m here, and I’ll always be here.”
“Thank you for your words. I’m happy. Simply, wildly happy.”
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Chapter 13
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The rest of the month went by quietly, and even if the two partners didn’t see each other much, Byung-hun felt calm. Most of his good mood came from the fact that, very likely, he’d be going on holiday with Jung-jae at the end of August. They already had a handful of ideas, but nothing nailed down yet...and they still had to bring it up with his wife.
Jung-jae took care of that on August 1st, invited to dinner by Min-jung.
“So,” Jung-jae began as he polished off his dessert, “Min-jung, I’m here to ask for Byung-hun’s hand in marriage.”
Byung-hun choked on his injeolmi ice cream and started coughing. His wife thumped his back hard to keep him from dying.
“Babe, I don’t think Jung-jae was serious,” she laughed, oblivious.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to stress you with my proposal,” Jung-jae snorted. “Okay, let’s ease in.”
Byung-hun dabbed his mouth and shot him a death glare.
“Min-jung, I wanted to ask you both something, actually...I’d booked a trip to the Philippines for the last two weeks of August as a gift for Se-ryung, since it had been a while since we’d had a real vacation. I was wondering if you’d like to come with me. It’s already paid for. The first week you could all come, with the kids, and the second week, well, I’d love to spend some time alone with Byung-hun, since we barely see each other.”
“Wow, Jung-jae...that’s incredibly generous, but we can’t accept! Right?” she said, looking at her husband.
“Yeah, it’s really too much, Jung-jae! At least let us pay our share,” Byung-hun protested.
“Out of the question! Come on, please, I’d love to have you there...it’s been such a rough year,” he murmured, eyes dropping.
Here we are with the puppy eyes...
Byung-hun mirrored them right back at his wife.
She sighed and turned to Jung-jae. “Can we talk it over first?”
“Of course. I just need an answer within four days, otherwise I’ll be charged even if I don’t go.”
“Min-jung, think about it, this is a good idea. And it’s perfect timing. The last two weeks of August are ideal,” Byung-hun added, as if he hadn’t helped pick those exact dates.
“That’s true...but weren’t we supposed to visit your mother in the country that last week?”
“You can still go. I’ll meet you there directly.”
Min-jung looked thoughtful, not entirely convinced.
“We’ll let you know, okay, Jung-jae?”
“Yeah. I’ll be waiting.”
Needless to say, ten days later they were all in the Philippines together.
×
The island they landed on looked like something out of a dream.
Its name was Banwa Private Island, a six hectares atoll in the middle of the ocean. The place has six ultra-luxury villas with every conceivable comfort, wrapped in pools, gardens, and untouched nature.
For the first week the group will share one villa, with a dedicated butler and private chef. All the other villas on the island were booked, but they didn’t risk seeing other people, as the privacy of the place is a top priority for the guests, who are often international celebrities.
“Rumor has it Tom Cruise is on the island this week,” Jung-jae said, little Seo-yi already holding his hand. “Shame we won’t get to see him.”
Joon-hoo was thrilled by absolutely everything.
“Eomma, a crab! Eomma, palm trees! Eomma, the sand!”
Indeed, not every ten-year-old got to say they’ve been somewhere like this.
“Jung-jae...you’re insane! We can’t let you spend all this money!” Min-jung gaped, taking in the villa’s exterior.
“Nonsense...”
In reality, Byung-hun had paid for that first week too, but he’d only tell his wife once they were home, otherwise he risked making her angry for not having made her pay her share too.
As for the second week, the two men barely had to spend anything: extended stays came with a discount, and they hadn’t requested the chef or butler. The real miracle was a luxury real-estate company a colleague of Jung-jae’s worked with. They wanted to court more Asian celebrities, rare in that region, and had offered a ridiculous rate in exchange for a few villa and beach photos on social media.
When they stepped into the luxury villa, greeted by the young butler Alan, they were all left speechless: polished hardwood floors, endless sofas, soaring ceilings and glass walls opening onto the sea all around, huge and spacious bedrooms on the second floor, two massive bathrooms, two jacuzzis, and a gigantic pool facing west, right where the sun sets. And on top of it all, the villa sat directly on a breathtaking beach. The butler must be used to these kinds of reactions, because he simply watched them with quiet satisfaction, the faintest smile on his lips.
After following Alan on a tour of the villa, the kids dashed down the stairs, ready to throw themselves into the pool, with Min-jung chasing after them. Byung-hun was about to follow when Jung-jae caught his arm, holding him back for just a moment.
“When we’re alone...I’m going to fuck you in every corner of this place.”
Byung-hun didn’t look away for a second, eyes already burning.
“Picture it...you and me, in every room. In the pool. On the beach at sunset. My god, Byung-hun, by the end of this trip I swear I’ll have worn you out.”
“You can’t say things like that when we still have a week to go, fuck,” he growled.
Jung-jae pulled him into a tight hug, rubbing against him, their cocks getting dangerously noticeable.
“I’m going to drive you crazy all week...and every night you sleep with your wife, you’ll only be thinking of me.”
They crashed into a rough kiss, almost biting each other’s lips.
“I want you so badly,” Byung-hun whispered.
“Hey, you two, what are you doing? Aren’t you coming to the pool?” Min-jung called from downstairs, followed by two splashes.
“Yeah, coming, we’re fighting over the nicest bedroom,” Byung-hun shouted back, pulling away Jung-jae and trying to bury what he was feeling because of him.
“I like the one by the walk-in closet!”
“Called it, babe...I had my eye on that one too.”
“Shall I bring up your luggage, madam?” they heard the butler asking from downstair.
“Yes, thank you, Alan.”
They had maybe two minutes before the butler came upstairs with their many bags.
“And what am I supposed to do with this?” Byung-hun smirked, swatting his erection.
“If we had time, I’d get on my knees right now,” Jung-jae said, licking his lips. “Maybe we’ll find a minute later.”
They heard Alan on the stairs and split for their respective rooms, forcing themselves to breathe and calm down. Jung-jae stood at his window with his back to the door; Byung-hun sat on the bed and pulled a pillow into his lap.
It’s gonna be a long week.
He smiled at Alan as the bags were set down, and the guy smiled back, blissfully unaware.
×
Their week together flew by.
It was idyllic, something Byung-hun’s family had never experienced. Joon-hoo and Seo-yi had the time of their lives, and Alan, besides being a perfect butler, turned out to be a champion playmate for the two kids. The private chef, Jerome, spoiled them with a ton of dishes and smoothies, and they all sampled cuisines from everywhere, especially local food, falling in love with the bright, tropical flavors.
After that first day, Byung-hun and Jung-jae hadn’t managed to steal another moment for themselves, barely even brushing against each other. Still, Jung-jae couldn’t resist his deadly little teasing: words tossed out almost casually.
Like when Byung-hun was stretched out on a lounger by the pool, keeping an eye on the kids playing with Alan while his wife napped a few chairs away, and Jung-jae walked past him, leaning in just enough to whisper: I could pull off your swimsuit and ride you right now, before heading back inside with his tropical smoothie.
Or when Byung-hun was relaxing on the beach, taking in the view while his wife flipped through a magazine and the kids built a sandcastle, and Jung-jae passed by murmuring: if only you knew what I’d do to you right now, before sprinting off to dive into the ocean.
Or even that evening, while Min-jung was in the shower and Byung-hun was buttoning up a dress shirt for their romantic dinner on the beach – just the two of them, and Jung-jae slipped briefly into his room, brushed his cheek with his fingers, and whispered: wearing that...you’re really just asking for it, leaving before he could even reply.
It was, in short, a delightful torture.
He and Min-jung had sex only twice, because she didn’t really like doing it knowing Jung-jae was in the room next door. Still, she gave in to her husband’s advances. He, although he had no desire to do it with his wife but rather with the man in the adjacent room, desperately needed to vent the twisted things his friend whispered to him every single day. In the end, just as Jung-jae had predicted, he ended up thinking only of him while being intimate with his wife.
Finally, very early on Sunday morning, the helicopter came to pick up Min-jung, Alan, and the two children, taking them to Manila Airport, where they said goodbye to the butler and boarded their direct flight to Seoul. The private chef had already left the night before. Byung-hun, to justify their absence, explained that to save some money Jung-jae hadn’t requested their presence during the following week of their stay – which was, in fact, true.
After the tearful goodbyes – Min-jung was devastated to leave such a stunning place – Byung-hun and Jung-jae stood on the beach, watching the helicopter dwindle to a dot.
“Well,” Jung-jae said as soon as it vanished on the horizon, “finally alone.”
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Chapter 14
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Chapter Text
As soon as they stepped back into the villa, strangely quiet, Byung-hun turned to Jung-jae.
“You were a bastard all week...you had fun winding me up, huh?”
Jung-jae took a step closer, eyes already lit.
“I had to prime you properly for when we were finally alone.”
“You didn’t need to. You know it only takes me a second.”
“A second...like this one?”
Byung-hun took his hand and guided it between his legs.
“You tell me.”
“Fuck, Byung-hun, you just said goodbye to your wife and you’re already hard for me,” Jung-jae purred, squeezing him.
“You provoke me just by looking at me.”
“I can tell.”
“So, where do we start our...tour of the house?”
“First, let’s have breakfast.”
Byung-hun shot him a confused look.
“What, breakfa–?”
The words died in his throat. Watching Jung-jae sink to his knees, he understood exactly what “breakfast” meant. Jung-jae didn’t want to eat with him; he wanted a taste of him.
“God...” Byung-hun breathed as Jung-jae tugged down his shorts.
“Mmm,” Jung-jae whined as he freed him, “I’ve been dreaming about this all week...”
Jung-jae took his time approaching the act, starting with just his tongue teasing the tip of his partner’s cock. Byung-hun began to breathe heavily, beads of precum gathering at the tip.
Jung-jae let one hand wander to his ass. He caressed it gently, then, just as he wrapped his lips around his cock, he slid a finger inside.
Byung-hun moaned in pleasure, threading his fingers into Jung-jae’s hair and tugging him closer. Jung-jae found his rhythm, working him both front and back, his mouth and finger moving in sync. Byung-hun closed his eyes and tilted his head back, completely undone by Jung-jae’s movements.
As the orgasm drew closer, Byung-hun felt an increasing urge to guide the man’s head, still tangled in his grip. He wanted to stimulate himself using Jung-jae’s mouth, and in the end he couldn’t hold back anymore. Slowly, he took his head and moved it according to the rhythm that aroused him most. Jung-jae understood immediately and followed the pace Byung-hun set.
It became overwhelming, and Byung-hun eventually let go, allowing Jung-jae to take over, sucking him fast, that finger sliding in and out of his ass. Within a minute, Byung-hun came hard into Jung-jae’s mouth, his back arching as loud groans escaped him.
“Shit,” Jung-jae said, letting him slip free, “that’s a real breakfast.”
“Pervert.”
“You call me a pervert, but you were just yelling.”
Jung-jae pushed off his own trunks, his hard-on obvious.
“I know you’ve never gone down on someone, but…”
Byung-hun knelt just before him.
“Well, you’ve gotta start somewhere, right?”
×
Twenty minutes later they were sprawled naked on the loungers by the pool, sipping iced tea. That day the sky was cloudless, the heat pressed lazy and soft.
“We’ve got days ahead of us, my love,” Jung-jae said. “How should we spend them?”
“Trying every position in the Kama Sutra?”
“Besides that?” Jung-jae laughed.
“Let’s simply savor everything...as if this were really our everyday life. That’s what we dream about, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
“Then let’s start with a swim,” Byung-hun said, standing. “I’m grabbing the floaties.”
“Naked?” Jung-jae asked, glancing from Byung-hun’s cock to his own.
“Who’s even watching us, anyway?” Byung-hun grabbed the watermelon-shaped float and tossed it into the pool before throwing himself onto it. His weight made it sink, flipping him into the water, where he went under. Jung-jae laughed and waited for his friend to resurface before attempting a cannonball dive, splashing water right into his face.
“You’re insufferable,” Byung-hun grumbled, pushing wet hair from his eyes.
Jung-jae stuck his tongue out at him and floated on his back, motionless on the surface of the water. Byung-hun grabbed the float again and slowly climbed onto it, then sat down to take in the view of the beach and the sea not far away.
“We could send the guys a selfie.” The guys he meant were the other Squid Game actors, who had bothered to add them to the KakaoTalk group, but only after the two discovered they had been excluded from it. “Even if they’re jerks, they’re still in our thoughts.”
“Good idea!” Jung-jae swam to the ladder, dried his hands, and grabbed his phone.
“Say cheese!” He snapped the shot. He looked at the photo, then froze. “Wait.”
“What happened?”
“Are we really sending the group a photo where you’re completely naked?”
Byung-hun burst out laughing.
“Christ, what idiots! Imagine getting caught like that.”
“It would be very us.”
Byung-hun didn’t add anything else, because a part of him thought it would almost be a relief to get caught, so he wouldn’t have to keep hiding from everyone just to be with him. He quickly pushed that thought aside. He climbed down from the watermelon float and positioned it in front of him as a shield, resting his elbows lightly on it.
“Like this? Crisis averted?”
“Done! All good. Sending it now,” Jung-jae said, thumbs flying. “And let’s add a caption. I’ll use your line: Even if you’re jerks, you’re always in our thoughts.”
“No!” Byung-hun yelped.
“Sent.”
“Idiot.”
“How dare you…now I’m coming to get you!”
×
One swim and many kisses later, they finally hauled themselves out of the pool. The sun was climbing toward noon.
“Hey, hyung!” Jung-jae called, checking his phone. “The guys replied to our selfie.”
“Let me see.” Byung-hun peered over his shoulder.
“Look at you! Living the life!” said Ae-shim, plus a swarm of smiling emojis.
“We’re working in Korea while you two lounge in the water...if I were you, I’d be ashamed...” Sung-hoon wrote, complete with a scolding emoji.
“I agree with Sung-hoon! Shame!” Si-wan chimed in.
“Oppa 1 and Oppa 2!” Yu-ri wrote, with rainbow hearts.
“Have fun...especially my brother with that watermelon...” Ha-joon wished.
Other members of the group didn’t reply; they just reacted to the selfie with heart emojis.
“I miss those all-together moments,” Jung-jae said, a soft, sad smile on his lips.
“Yeah. Me too.” Byung-hun squeezed his shoulder.
“Shall we make lunch?”
“Oh, right...we no longer have our poor overworked staff who cook and work for us,” Byung-hun complained jokingly.
The two headed toward the pantry, which was ridiculously full. They went for a very demanding lunch to prepare: tuna and vegetable sandwiches. As they walked down to the beach with their little bag, Jung-jae reached out and laced his fingers with Byung-hun’s. Byung-hun looked at their intertwined hands, not even trying to hide the smile forming on his face.
“Finally I can hold your hand without being afraid,” Jung-jae whispered.
The sea shimmered faintly, smooth as glass. They ate their sandwiches in silence, sharing a bag of Chippy, those super-salty chips. Every now and then their eyes met, and each time they shared a soft, tender smile.
“I’m not used to any of this,” Byung-hun said, licking his fingers.
“Me neither...I still can’t believe I get you to myself for a whole week.”
“We can finally try out the life we’ll never have.”
Jung-jae nodded, gaze falling.
“I guess we’ll have to settle for this, huh?”
“Yes, Jung-jae,” Byung-hun answered softly. “But think of it this way: we’re lucky we get to experience this at all. It was never a given.”
“You’re right.” Jung-jae stood and gathered their wrappers. “What shall we do now, love?” he asked tenderly.
Byung-hun’s heart swelled every time he heard Jung-jae calling him love.
“How about a walk along the shore?”
×
They walked for more than two hours, talking with open hearts, trading stories, peeling themselves back layer by layer. Byung-hun thought that maybe this was all he needed to be happy: Jung-jae and the ocean. Nothing else. The world could end right here and he’d be exactly where he wanted to be: hand in hand with the person he loved.
So now...do I love him?
As soon as they got back to the villa, they went for a refreshing shower, switched on the satellite TV and put on an English music channel, and belted out Lady Gaga at the top of their lungs while lathering each other’s backs, laughing so hard their stomachs were hurting. Forty minutes later, they were sprawled out on the couches in front of the TV, half-watching a random Filipino cooking show. Byung-hun rested his head on Jung-jae’s chest, while the other idly ran his fingers through his hair. His breathing was steady, soothing...Byung-hun could fall asleep right there.
His phone buzzed, waking him up.
“Damn...”
A message from Min-jung lit the screen.
“We just landed in Korea!”
“Great. Have a smooth trip home.”
He sighed. He’d been sleeping so well...
“Good nap?” Jung-jae asked as he sat up beside him. The TV was off.
“Very. How long was I out?”
“Not long, half an hour.”
Judging by how dark it had gotten outside, it didn’t feel like only half an hour. In the Philippines, the sun always set quite early, around 6 p.m., and that moment was fast approaching. And indeed, just a few minutes later, the sky deepened into those cerulean and scarlet shades so typical of sunset, while the two companions kept cuddling, mesmerized by the wonder of dusk. The sun continued its slow descent into the sea, painting the horizon with hues that shifted and changed with every drop in its height.
“Jung-jae...”
“Yeah?”
Byung-hun looked at him steady, intent.
“Do you want to make love here, in front of the sunset?”
And Jung-jae didn’t need to be told twice, as their faces drew closer.
×
Night had fallen.
They lay tangled on the couch, sweaty and breathless. They’d made love tenderly in front of the Philippine sunset, finding and refinding each other.
“It was beautiful,” Byung-hun said after a while.
“Beautiful and romantic,” Jung-jae added.
Byung-hun smiled, stood, and pulled on boxers.
“I’ll make dinner, okay? You pick a movie.” He headed for the kitchen and settled on soy-sauce noodles with veggies and chicken. A few minutes later he was humming at the stove, completely unaware of Jung-jae sneaking up behind him.
“Boo!” Jung-jae shouted, and Byung-hun jolted.
“You scared me to death. Good thing I didn’t spill anything on myself, fuck,” he hissed, eyeing the pot full of broth.
“Oh, poor baby,” Jung-jae teased. “Do you want me to kiss it better? Where’s the boo-boo?”
“Right here, on my dick.”
Jung-jae burst out laughing.
“You’re an idiot!”
“Movie picked?”
“Yeah. Kill the Love.”
“You’re joking, I hope.” Byung-hun glared. Kill the Love was one of his first film, and it embarrassed him to no end.
“Of course I’m joking,” Jung-jae grinned. “But one day I will watch it.”
“Without me.”
“I picked Interstellar.”
“A real light movie.”
“Oh, hush, it’s a masterpiece.”
By the time they finished eating and the credits rolled, it was 10:45 p.m., and the early wake-up was catching up with them.
“Shall we go to bed?” Jung-jae suggested, yawning.
“Yeah, let’s go,” Byung-hun replied, caught up in the other’s yawn.
Jung-jae switched off the lights and paused to admire the nighttime seascape and the countless stars scattered across the sky. Byung-hun joined him.
“Tomorrow night we should lie outside and stargaze,” he said.
“That’s a really romantic idea,” Jung-jae said, nodding, then headed upstairs. “Are you sleeping in my room?”
“Isn’t that obvious? Did you think we’d sleep separately?!” Byung-hun exclaimed, a bit taken aback.
“No, dummy...I was just asking which room you prefer. Of course we’re sleeping together. Sleeping apart was never an option.”
All three master bedrooms overlooked the sea, and falling asleep at night to the sound of waves crashing on the shore and the cool breeze on your skin is simply magical.
Byung-hun flopped onto the mattress and stretched.
“Aaah! This feels amazing, the bed is so comfortable.”
Jung-jae was still standing beside the bed, watching him with a little grin.
“God, you’re so sexy.”
Byung-hun, still lying down, shot a glance at his friend.
“You too...with that thirty-year-old body of yours,” Byung-hun said, eyes tracing the narrow waist and smooth chest.
“Rude. You were supposed to say twenty,” Jung-jae scolded, climbing onto the bed and crawling up to him.
“What are you planning?”
“I want to make you scream my name so loud that Tom Cruise, all the way on the other side of the island, will think it’s a call for a new Mission Impossible.”
Byung-hun burst into a loud laugh.
“Well, a threesome with Tom Cruise could be interesting.”
“...says the man who’s totally not gay,” Jung-jae laughed.
“Right, I’m not gay, I’m super straight...with a very specific fetish for sexy fifty-two-year-olds with tiny waists.”
“I’m sure there are loads of those out there.”
“Only one I care about...”
Byung-hun stretched his arms out in front of him and pulled Jung-jae along with him. Their kisses grew hungrier and hungrier, as if they hadn’t touched each other in days.
“We are really just two hormone-crazed teenagers,” Jung-jae remarked as they rubbed against one another.
“Yeah...in less than twenty-four hours we’ve already sucked each other off, fucked once on the couch, and now we’re about to do it in bed.”
“Wow...you keep track of our sexual performances? I like that. Do it every night.”
“I have a feeling that if we keep going like this, by the end of the trip we’ll have broken every possible record.”
“Mmmh,” Jung-jae suddenly grew impatient. “Get up. I want to fuck you standing,” he whispered into his ear before getting up.
But Byung-hun held him back. “No.”
“No?”
“Not so fast. Tonight, I’m the one running the game.”
He tugged him gently by the arm and forced him to lie down, leaving the other speechless.
“Let me spoil you...”
Byung-hun began caressing him slowly, his hand gliding over his chest and down his stomach. He leaned in to kiss every bit of skin, every mole, every exposed inch.
His hand drifted lower over his shorts, feeling the hardness beneath, resting there with just a light pressure. He turned to look at Jung-jae, who was watching him with hunger written all over his face.
The younger man’s boxers ended up on the bed in an instant, forgotten.
Byung-hun leaned down until he was face-to-face with Jung-jae’s hard cock. He lowered himself just enough to trace its outline with his tongue. With immense satisfaction, he felt Jung-jae tense and roll his hips ever so slightly. A moment later, he straightened up again, and with his free hand gently pushed the younger man’s legs apart, slipping a finger inside him.
“Hyung!” Jung-jae gasped, caught off guard.
In response, Byung-hun began moving his finger, pushing deeper, sliding in and out at a slow, steady pace. Jung-jae moaned, more turned on than ever, lust building with every tiny movement of his finger inside him.
After a while, Byung-hun pulled his hand away and simply said: “stand up.”
Jung-jae jumped off the bed and stood in front of the open windows, his cock painfully hard with excitement. Byung-hun grabbed the lube from the drawer and positioned himself behind him, lubing them both up.
“Oh, yeah, just like that,” he moaned as he slid his fingers into Jung-jae’s opening again. “Nice and wet.”
“Fuck...” he muttered, bending slightly against the window.
“Feel how hard I am?” Byung-hun teased, sliding his cock between his cheeks.
“I feel it, but I’d like to feel it better inside me,” Jung-jae growled through his teeth.
“Oh, so you like it, huh? You want me to fuck you?” Byung-hun taunted, provocative.
“Please...” the other whimpered, “hyung, please, fuck me.”
Byung-hun pushed into him easily, leaning over his already sweating body.
When he began to thrust, he didn’t do it gently, like the sex they had hours earlier. He used a wild, almost violent force that took Jung-jae by surprise, making him moan loudly. Alone in that remote place, they didn’t have to worry about noise; they could finally shout and pleasure themselves at whatever volume they wanted. And they took that literally, not holding back a single sound as they fucked.
“Hyung, more!” Jung-jae yelled, his arms braced against the wall, absorbing each of the other’s thrusts. Byung-hun’s hands clamped down on his hips hard enough to leave marks.
They surrendered to the moment, moving together in a rhythm that only they knew, clinging to each other in the Philippine night.
When they both reached the climax, they remained holding onto each other for a while, Byung-hun still inside Jung-jae, kissing his shoulders softly. In the end, he pulled out with a sigh.
“I’m going to take a shower. You coming?”
“Of course.”
They washed in silence, tired but satisfied, their hands moving over each other’s skin to rinse away the sweat. When they returned to the bedroom, they both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
“I’m too old for this pace, Jung-jae.”
“It doesn’t look like it. We’re two gorgeous forty-year-olds.”
“I wish!”
Without even realizing it, they slipped quickly into sleep, not even managing to say goodnight.
But their fingers remained laced together.
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Chapter 15
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Chapter Text
The next morning, Byung-hun woke early as usual. Outside the window, the sun was already high in a cloudless blue sky, with nothing but the sound of the waves breaking the perfect stillness. He turned his head to the left, where Jung-jae was curled up and sleeping so peacefully he looked like a child. Their hands never let go through the night, like something out of a perfect love story. Byung-hun lingered for a while, smiling softly as he watched his friend sleep, until he too drifted off again.
When he woke up again, it seemed to him that he had only dozed for a few minutes, but the shadows cast by the sun revealed that it wasn’t so.
Jung-jae was awake, reading a book.
“Morning,” he said, setting the book on the nightstand and turning toward him.
“Morning, princess,” Byung-hun teased, stretching up for their first kiss of the day. “Sleep well?”
“Like a rock. You too, from the looks of it.”
“Yes, actually I woke up early as usual, but then I managed to fall back asleep. At home I never manage to.”
“You’re a lot more relaxed here than at home.”
“I’m never relaxed at home.”
Jung-jae smiled.
“Breakfast?”
“What time is it?”
“9:20.”
“Come on, then. This morning I really felt like trying those Filipino rolls with jam again...”
“Pandesal. I could go for juk, but I can eat that at home.”
“Right. Let’s not be those Koreans who only eat Korean food on vacation.”
The two decided to have breakfast at the kitchen peninsula while they enjoyed the dreamy view of the beach in front of them.
“What about a run later?” Byung-hun asked, buttering another roll.
“Yeah. We did practically nothing for a whole week. Before lunch?”
“Perfect.”
“What else should we plan for today?”
“I’d say we should take our evening walk at sunset and then lie on the beach to watch the stars.”
“But what if we ate on the beach tonight? We could bake the pizza. Jerome had prepared one and left it in the freezer just for us.”
“Yummy. Sold.”
Once they had finished breakfast and tidied up the kitchen, Jung-jae got up.
“Now I’ll put on my swimsuit and go for a swim in the pool...and then, before the run, I’d like to finish reading my book.”
“I’ll join you by the pool, but I’m married to my watermelon float.”
Jung-jae laughed and headed toward the stairs to go get his swimsuit from the bedroom.
“You know you don’t need a suit, right?” Byung-hun called, stripping and tossing his boxers onto the couch. “It’s just us.”
Jung-jae looked him up and down, one eyebrow arched.
“I’m wearing it anyway. I can’t stand swimming with everything flapping around,” he snorted as he climbed. “But you stay like that. You’ll be my reward after thirty laps.”
Byung-hun chuckled to himself and went to dive into the pool, swimming toward his beloved watermelon-shaped float.
When Jung-jae came down the stairs, he broke into a run and dove straight into the pool, cutting through the water in smooth strokes. Byung-hun moved closer to the edge, hooking one leg over it as he watched his friend swim. Finally, he closed his eyes and let himself relax, lulled by the steady rhythm of Jung-jae’s strokes.
After a while, he felt a weight on the side of the watermelon. Jung-jae must have leaned against the float.
“Hey,” Byung-hun said without opening his eyes.
“Hey. I’m done. Gonna read.”
Byung-hun nodded, but even so, he didn’t feel any further movement beside him. He opened one eye and looked at Jung-jae.
“What are you looking at?” Byung-hun grinned, perfectly aware Jung-jae’s eyes were on his cock.
“No, nothing...”
Byung-hun hummed, pretending not to notice. Jung-jae didn’t budge.
“I’m hard, hyung.”
“Christ, you’re always hard. And what exactly do you want to do about it?”
“Get off that watermelon and I’ll show you.”
Byung-hun slid into the water, shivering.
“Come here.” Jung-jae caught him, dragged him close, and kissed him.
Their bodies came together and stayed wrapped in that embrace, while the two lovers kissed and brushed each other with their hands.
“Do you want to do it in the water?” Byung-hun murmured between kisses, his erection thickening by the second.
Jung-jae nodded hard.
“Turn around.”
“No,” Byung-hun said, steady. “You turn around.”
Jung-jae threw him a mischievous little smile before turning his back to his friend.
“Whatever you say, boss. You’ve gotten a taste for it, eh?”
Being the bottom for Jung-jae and obeying every order was something he loved, but he was really starting to enjoy being the one on top. It was a role that suited him, one that felt entirely his.
While he gently pressed a hand against the small of Jung-jae’s back, bending him forward, he slid his right hand between his legs, pushing two fingers inside him at once. Jung-jae arched slightly and braced himself against the pool edge.
“Ah...yeah...”
Byung-hun had quickly learned how much Jung-jae loved this kind of foreplay, so he always devoted himself to it with a mix of excitement and focus, savoring every soft gasp and twitch the other made. When he added a third finger, slipping in deep, the thrill rushed through him so intensely he already felt close to bursting, spurred on by Jung-jae’s moans.
“Hyung...”
“All right.” Byung-hun withdrew his fingers and pushed into him with his cock, taking a moment to relish the strange, exquisite sensation of being submerged in water while inside him.
Gripping Jung-jae’s hips to steady himself, he couldn’t help thinking about how this relationship – and the intimacy they were sharing every day – made him feel more alive than he had in years. What they shared wasn’t just physical need; it was a form of deep connection that both of them were desperately craving.
As soon as Byung-hun felt his orgasm building, he pulled himself even closer to Jung-jae and reached for his cock, but Jung-jae pushed his hand away.
“Don’t. I don’t want to come in the pool. You go first...”
Moments later, the air filled with Byung-hun’s cries of pleasure as he released inside Jung-jae. After a few seconds, they parted, and Jung-jae climbed out of the water.
“Stay there. I’ll finish myself,” he said, settling wide-legged on the lounger facing him.
“Hey,” Byung-hun tried to protest.
But Jung-jae is already taking care of it, never once breaking eye contact with his friend. His long legs sprawl out on either side of the lounge chair as he pumps faster and harder, cheeks flushed, lips parted, his gaze lost in the pleasure washing over him. After only a couple of minutes, he came, spilling his release all around him.
“Good boy, hyung...I liked your initiative,” he said as he stood, rubbing his sore backside. “You fucked me good.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Well, you really went for it, as anyone would.”
“I’m sorry. I got carried away.” Byung-hun got out of the pool and moved closer to him. “Forgive me...”
“What are you talking about? You don’t have to apologize, having sex in the pool was amazing. A bit of a sore ass is normal.”
“You’ve never hurt me, except maybe the first times. My ass has always been fine.”
“That’s because I’m a sex god and you’re a little slut.”
×
After they had gone for a run for an hour and a half and enjoyed a nice, comforting Korean lunch of bulgogi, the two flopped onto the couch to mess around on their phones, staying in their own little world for a couple of hours.
“Look at this,” Jung-jae snickered at one point, handing the phone to Byung-hun. “People are fucking sick.”
On the phone screen sat a pencil fan art depicting Gi-hun hanging from his wrists, blindfolded and naked to the waist. In front of him stood In-ho, wearing the Frontman’s cloak, holding him with one hand while the other was about to slip into his pants. In-ho was saying: you’re playing my game now.
“Holy shit,” Byung-hun uttered, shocked. “Fucking unhinged.”
“Right?! Good grief...and to think all this is our fault. Look at this one.”
A colored fan art showed Gi-hun and In-ho dressed as players, touching each other. In the panel below, In-ho had his mouth on the other’s neck, murmuring his name.
“Wow, that's amazing. Where are you finding all this filth?” Byung-hun sat up, shoulder to shoulder with him.
“Some of them are on Twitter. Others are on this social platform called Tumblr. I didn’t know it. It seems full of the worst sex-crazed people...though I have to admit, some fan art is amazing.”
The two men spent a while staring at the images and edits scrolling by, both fascinated and unsettled.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Jung-jae declared. “Now I’m finally finishing my book.”
“Enjoy. I’m grabbing a nap.”
“Goodnight, grandpa.”
After only five minutes, Byung-hun was already snoring. Soon Jung-jae began closing his eyes as he read, scrolling over the same words again and again. He lay down next to Byung-hun and fell asleep instantly.
When he woke, Byung-hun was on a pool lounger snapping photos of the view.
“Princess! Rise and shine,” Byung-hun called.
“Huh?” Jung-jae felt foggy.
“We slept for more than an hour. It’s past 5 p.m. Shall we go for our walk? The sunset will start soon.”
“I dreamed we were on set acting out gay scenes for the fans,” Jung-jae went on, ignoring him. “I mean, the fans had every right to create that kind of content...because we were actually performing it in Squid Game,” he explained, shaken.
“Why so shocked? We do worse.”
“True...but in the dream I was so uncomfortable…”
“Having sex in front of Dong-hyuk wouldn’t be easy, actually,” the other laughed, “but now get up! Come on, the sunset is waiting for us.”
×
Several hours later, Jung-jae and Byung-hun were on the beach, lying under the stars. They had moved two loungers from the garden in front of the pool and settled there to admire the night sky, which had never looked so wide and bright.
“Incredible. We think we see the sky every night...but we don’t. What we see in Seoul isn’t the real sky,” Jung-jae murmured.
“Yeah…it’s breathtaking to be surrounded by this darkness and see how many stars there really are. You can even see the Milky Way...I’m almost emotional, damn.”
“Tell me about it…I have tears in my eyes. I can’t believe we live surrounded by this wonder and never see it. It’s so sad.”
The two spent almost two hours under the stars, talking quietly. Only the sound of the waves and their breathing could be heard.
Byung-hun checked his phone.
“Almost one. I’m not sleepy. You?”
“Me neither,” Jung-jae turned his head toward him, “we’d really need something intense to tire us out.”
He stood and leaned over him, and Byung-hun opened his arms.
They made love there beneath the stars, like it was the last night in the world.
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