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It was cold out. Yoojin shivered, jaw clenched tight as he fought back an agonized sigh. His leg throbbed painfully with each step. Thankfully, there had been a pharmacy near where he got injured, and Yoohyun had managed to find crutches. If not for that, Yoojin wouldn’t have been able to move around on his own. His leg was completely useless.
“Don’t push yourself, Hyung,” Yoohyun urged, returning to Yoojin’s side after checking out the area ahead of them. It was strangely empty of zombies. Yoojin could see plenty of corpses around, their skulls crushed. Were there other survivors around? “We should stop somewhere for the night. I have a bad feeling.”
His dongsaeng’s instincts were almost always right. So, Yoojin nodded in agreement, and he let Yoohyun lead the way to a nearby apartment building. He felt bad for not being the one taking charge, but every time he tried, Yoohyun would shut him down and say to take it easy.
He must seem unreliable with his injured leg. Yoojin’s teeth sank into his bottom lip. He felt like dead weight. Yoojin had spent many nights curled up, trying not to cry out loud and alert his dongsaeng to something being wrong, wondering if he should just end it. He didn’t want to be a burden to Yoohyun. His dongsaeng was strong and smart. He had a far better chance of surviving without Yoojin.
Despite such thoughts, Yoojin couldn’t bring himself to go through with it, even though it would be so easy. The thought of leaving his dongsaeng alone in such a terrible, ruined world made him want to burst into tears. Even in such a situation, when Yoojin was utterly useless and only dragged him down, Yoohyun still seemed to love him. Still curled up next to Yoojin at night and held onto him, as if Yoohyun didn’t feel the least bit of resentment at Yoojin for being so weak and pathetic.
They only went up one floor, with Yoohyun supporting the vast majority of Yoojin’s weight as they moved up the stairwell, one arm slung around Yoohyun’s neck and over his shoulder. The door to the room closest to the stairs was already unlocked, and Yoohyun stepped in first.
It was quiet inside. Yoojin stood in the doorway while Yoohyun searched the rooms, used to the routine by then. Once Yoohyun deemed it clear, Yoojin moved inside and closed the door.
The apartment was in good condition. No blood or signs of a struggle, and no looting had been done. Yoojin peeked around in the kitchen cabinets, ignoring Yoohyun’s disapproving stare. His dongsaeng probably wanted him to sit down and rest, but Yoojin already felt useless enough. The least that he could do was look for food.
«☾»
Yoojin stirred at the sound of an engine running. Next to him, he felt Yoohyun shift, rising slightly and propping himself up on an elbow. Yoojin’s heavy eyelids lifted.
His dongsaeng’s eyes were fixed on the balcony. They flickered down to Yoojin, and Yoohyun held up a finger to his lips.
Yoojin frowned slightly. He pushed himself up, ignoring Yoohyun’s hand trying to gently push him back down. As quietly as possible, Yoojin whispered, “I’m going to look.”
“Hyung, no.” A hand gripped his wrist, stopping him from reaching for his nearby crutches and standing. “It could be dangerous.”
“Maybe they can help.” Yoojin didn’t know how much longer they could keep going. He was injured and only getting slower with every day that passed, the pain in his leg worsening. One day he was going to get unlucky, and a zombie would catch up to him. It was inevitable. If they could find a group to join, or if Yoojin could at least find some people trustworthy to send Yoohyun with….
“Hyung—”
Yoojin pushed himself up, jaw clenching with pain as he stood, all of his weight on his good leg. Yoohyun released Yoojin’s wrist, and he grabbed his crutches, exhaling in relief at the support. The engine outside went silent.
It was early morning, the sun barely rising in the sky. Yoojin quietly opened the sliding door and stepped onto the balcony, then peeked over the edge.
A head tilted back, seeming to immediately notice his presence. Blue eyes blinked up at him. A blonde woman stood next to a large military truck, lips parted with confusion. Yoojin felt a large hand land on his shoulder—Yoohyun.
Before Yoojin could speak, Yoohyun opened his mouth first. “We’ll leave. We aren’t a threat.”
Yoojin’s lips curled downwards. He turned to look at Yoohyun. “Leave? I want to talk—”
“Are you hurt?” the woman below abruptly asked, drawing Yoojin’s attention back to her. Her eyes were fixed on his leg, lips pursed with sympathy. He felt Yoohyun’s grip tighten. “We have a doctor. Not here, but at our base. I think he’ll be able to take a look!”
Yoohyun’s expression was frozen. Yoojin hesitated. We? There must be more people around then.
The offer was tempting. But what would they gain from helping him? It was slightly suspicious.
Yoojin considered declining, but before he could, Yoohyun spoke once more. “Thank you. I’ll repay you.”
“Oh, no!” She waved her hands, looking a bit flustered. “We’ll have to check with my boss first, but he’ll probably agree!”
“Thank you,” Yoojin barely managed to get out before he was being pulled back inside. Yoohyun was already collecting their things, and Yoojin barely had time to tie his own shoes before Yoohyun was opening the door. His shoulders looked the most relaxed that they’d been since before Yoojin had gotten injured. “Yoohyun-ie?”
“I don’t trust them,” Yoohyun said firmly as Yoojin stepped out of the apartment. “But your leg, Hyung….”
“She seemed nice,” Yoojin tried to reassure his dongsaeng. Yoohyun’s jaw tightened slightly. “If they seem suspicious, we can just run away.”
The pointed glance at his leg went ignored. Yoojin made his way to the stairs, and with Yoohyun’s help, they went down the stairwell.
«☾»
Everyone seemed nice, especially the blonde woman, who introduced herself as Kang Soyoung. Yoohyun sat next to Yoojin in the back of the vehicle. Their group had been going through a convenience store next to the apartment, gathering supplies. They had been out most of the night, while the zombies were sluggish and easier to deal with, and were about to return to base.
Yoohyun was pressed flush to his side, a comforting warmth. Yoojin reached up and gently guided Yoohyun’s head to rest on his shoulder, flushing a bit at Kang Soyoung’s soft coo.
The ride didn’t last too long. When they arrived, Yoohyun got out first, then helped Yoojin out of the truck. Yoojin glanced around, and he found that he was unable to recognize where they were. Somewhere in or close to Seoul still, most likely, but not in any of the crowded areas. It was quieter, with trees around. Wherever they were though, a tall fence had been erected. It looked very sturdy.
The building looming above was large. A hotel? Yoojin glanced at his surroundings. There were quite a lot of people wandering around, taking care of tasks. Many sent glances their way.
“The doctor is—oh!” Kang Soyoung jumped in shock as a hand landed on her shoulder. A man—also blond, and very tall. Could they be related? They both looked like foreigners—had stepped up behind her, his golden eyes slowly scanning Yoohyun. They shifted to Yoojin. Yoojin felt a chill shoot down his spine.
“Hello.” The man’s lips curled upwards into a pleasant smile. “Who are these two?”
“They’re…. I forgot to ask their names,” Kang Soyoung admitted, glancing back at the man.
Yoojin stepped forward, noticing Yoohyun shifting, as if he were about to move to stand in front of Yoojin. “I’m Han Yoojin—this is my dongsaeng, Han Yoohyun. If it isn’t much of a burden, we’d like to join.” Yoojin bowed as far as he could manage, ignoring the pain in his leg that came with him shifting his weight.
“Hmm.” The man touched his chin, looking contemplative. After a few moments of silence, his gaze slid back to Yoohyun. “We’ll see. Why don’t you take them to the doctor first? Make sure that neither of them are infected.”
Kang Soyoung quickly agreed. Yoojin tried not to look the blond man in the eyes, feeling strangely uneasy. He didn’t seem outright hostile, but there was something off about him. Maybe he was just worried about the infection potentially spreading through the group.
«☾»
On the way to the room that the doctor worked in, Kang Soyoung explained to them that the man that they had just met was Sung Hyunjae, the one that had brought the group together. According to her, he was a very good leader, and he was generous, so they would likely be allowed to stay.
They arrived at the doctor. Yoojin insisted on Yoohyun being checked first, and though his dongsaeng’s expression was sour, he went with it. It was a quick check-up, and soon afterwards, Yoojin was the one being looked at.
Both were cleared for bites that could have spread the infection, but Yoojin remained there for much longer than Yoohyun, jaw clenched tight to stifle any pained noises as his leg was checked.
In the end, much to his disappointment and Yoohyun’s clear frustration, Yoojin was let go with no changes. Due to a lack of equipment and supplies, there was nothing he could do but try and rest it.
He and Yoohyun were given a room on a lower floor to stay for the time being. At Yoohyun’s insistence, Yoojin lay down in the bed, and he watched through lowered lashes as his dongsaeng looked around the room, visibly tense and upset.
“Yoohyun-ah,” Yoojin called. Yoohyun’s shoulders flinched slightly. He hadn’t looked at Yoojin even once since entering the room. “Come here.”
After a moment, Yoohyun slowly approached, then perched lightly on the edge of the bed. Yoojin patted the mattress insistently, and eventually, Yoohyun lowered himself down next to Yoojin. His expression was carefully blank, wiped of emotions.
“Yoohyun-ie, you don’t need to feel bad,” Yoojin said, reaching over to pet Yoohyun’s wavy hair. His brother’s lashes trembled. “Aren’t things better already? We might be able to stay here, where it’s safer. A cure will be found one day, everything will return to normal, and my leg will be fixed.”
Yoohyun’s lower lip quivered slightly. Yoojin watched his dongsaeng’s eyes grow misty. “Hyung….”
Arms wrapped around him, strong and warm. His dongsaeng was still only sixteen, but he had grown so much taller and stronger than Yoojin already. Yoojin was so proud of him. He patted Yoohyun’s back, lips curling up into a warm smile. “It’s okay. Everything will get better from here.”
Yoohyun didn’t respond. Just buried his face in the crook of Yoojin’s neck and breathed in shakily. His dongsaeng had been so brave and responsible the past few weeks—Yoojin hoped that Yoohyun could finally find some relief here, if they were allowed to stay.
«☾»
A day passed, then two and three. Yoojin felt a growing sense of unease.
He had barely stepped out of the room during that time. Yoohyun brought him his meals, and would vanish to help around the base, as was to be expected of those wanting to stay. Yoojin couldn’t do much in his state. His dongsaeng must be working hard for both of them.
The guilt that he felt was overwhelming. So, Yoojin slipped out of the room while Yoohyun was gone. Before he could find someone to ask where he should try and help out, someone found him first.
“Ah, Han Yoojin-ssi, was it?” Yoojin nearly stumbled, startled by the voice coming from behind him. He turned his head, looking over his shoulder, then up. It was the blond man from a few days ago. Sung Hyunjae, Yoojin thought his name was. Where had he come from…?
“Yes,” Yoojin responded, turning around slowly. His leg throbbed, though far less than it would have a few days ago. All of the rest he’d had seemed to be doing quite a bit for him. “Is something wrong?”
“Hmm….” The man looked slightly troubled. “Kang Soyoung may not have mentioned this, but we don’t usually take in minors or those that are impaired.” Golden eyes flickered down, landing on his leg.
Yoojin was more worried about the first part though. “Yoohyun may be a minor, but he’s very capable for his age. He’s so tall and strong already. I’m sure that he can be of help.” Yoojin, however…. He bit down on his bottom lip. His chest tightened with anxiety at the thought of being separated from Yoohyun. “I’ll leave if told. I just want Yoohyun to be safe.”
Yoohyun might try to come after him though…. That’s what made Yoojin worried.
Sung Hyunjae hummed. “Still. Having a hormonal teenager around is quite the issue. What if he causes problems?”
“Yoohyun-ie is very gentle,” Yoojin said defensively. “He’s never gotten into a fight with anyone before, and he listens well.” To Yoojin, at least.
“And if you leave? He could become unstable. He seems very attached to you, Han Yoojin-ssi,” Sung Hyunjae pointed out.
That… was true. Yoojin chewed on his lip. Desperation began to well up. He really, really just wanted Yoohyun to be safe. No matter what. “I’ll do anything. Please, let him stay. I’ve raised him ever since we were little. If he were to get hurt, or worse….”
Yoojin didn’t think—no, he knew that he couldn’t live if Yoohyun died before him. Yoojin would have to follow. Without Yoohyun, Yoojin was nothing.
A long moment of silence passed. Sung Hyunjae tilted his head, looking thoughtful. Finally, he spoke. “Alright. Then I’ll give you something to do. As long as you do it well, you both can stay.”
Yoojin suppressed a sigh of relief. A task to do? Yoojin had no choice but to accept in order to keep his dongsaeng safe, but it was suspicious. Quietly, he asked, “What do I need to do…?”
Sung Hyunjae’s lips curved upwards into a smile. “Shall I show you?”
Even more suspicious. Yoojin swallowed, and after barely a moment of hesitation, he nodded. Whatever it was, he would do it. As long as he could make a place there for Yoohyun—and himself, it seemed.
Sung Hyunjae turned and began to walk, and Yoojin followed. The man’s pace was slow and relaxed. It wasn’t too hard to keep up with him, even with Yoojin’s bad leg. Was he doing that intentionally?
They reached the stairs. Yoojin grit his teeth, but didn’t falter as he followed the man up the steps. His pace slowed considerably. He could feel Sung Hyunjae’s gaze burning into the top of his head from above, the man moving on ahead of him.
They made it up one floor, and Sung Hyunjae kept going. It was hard to make it up without putting weight on his bad leg. Usually, Yoohyun was there to help him with going up stairs.
The third floor arrived. Then the fourth. Yoojin’s teeth were grinding together by then, sweat gathering on his nape, but he kept going.
Finally, at the fifth and final floor, Sung Hyunjae stopped. Golden eyes watched Yoojin unsteadily finish walking up the steps. The man, ever so helpfully, held open the door. What a saint. “Han Yoojin-ssi looks tired. He should be quite comfortable here. The suite is—” Sung Hyunjae paused, lips pursing before he finished, “—decent.”
Not up to his standards, huh? Yoojin wondered if the man was rich. He looked like he had been born with a shiny golden spoon in his mouth. Even if he hadn’t, with that face, he could easily become a model. Not that his looks topped Yoohyun’s. His dongsaeng had the cutest, most handsome face in the world.
He was led down the hall, and Sung Hyunjae unlocked and opened another door. Inside was a room far nicer than the one that Yoojin and Yoohyun had been sharing. Hearing the door click shut behind him made his unease grow.
The room contained a nice kitchen, and a comfortable living room. The curtains were open, allowing light to come through the large windows.
Yoojin watched Sung Hyunjae step into another room off to the side, and slowly followed. A bedroom. The bed was large and neatly made. The man stood near it and inclined his head toward it. It was obvious that he wanted Yoojin to sit down.
Yoojin hesitated, but obeyed. His crutches were left propped against the nightstand. He was beginning to suspect what might happen, but he had his doubts. Why would someone like Sung Hyunjae want to do that with Yoojin? Was the man’s personality so terrible that even his handsome face couldn’t make up for it?
Still, even knowing what might happen, Yoojin would go through with it. To keep his brother safe, he would do anything.
“Han Yoojin-ssi seems to be a very good brother,” Sung Hyunjae abruptly commented. Yoojin’s fingers twitched. “I will make sure that your efforts are rewarded well.”
Yoojin nearly flinched as the man leaned down. A hand landed lightly on his injured knee. Golden eyes flickered down.
“Has your leg gotten any better since arriving?” Sung Hyunjae inquired. Yoojin suppressed a wince as a light pressure was applied.
“A bit, yes,” Yoojin responded. He heard Sung Hyunjae hum.
The man pulled back, and with no further delay, instructed, “Undress.”
Yoojin’s mouth went dry. A moment passed, but he obeyed, slowly pulling off his shirt. Golden eyes dragged over his flat chest. Yoojin tried not to pay it any mind, and began to try removing his bottoms.
That task was more difficult. Yoojin moved slower, attempting to avoid jostling his injured leg. Sung Hyunjae continued to watch, not bothering to offer to assist. Did he like watching Yoojin struggle?
The man’s eyes seemed to be unabashedly glued between Yoojin’s legs. Yoojin pressed his thighs together, lips pursing. “What?”
After a brief moment, Sung Hyunjae’s gaze lifted to Yoojin’s. “Nothing. It’s just unexpected.”
“If you don’t like it, tell me so that I don’t have to take my clothes off all the way,” Yoojin grumbled. The man’s eyes flickered back down, as if trying to see the cunt now hidden between his thighs.
“No. I quite like it, in fact,” Sung Hyunjae said as he reached out. Yoojin twitched as deft fingers pulled his pants and underwear off the rest of the way, gentle enough to remove them without causing his leg any pain. The fabric was dropped onto the floor. “Lie on your back.”
Yoojin slowly lowered himself onto his back, legs still dangling over the edge. A fine blond brow rose, but Sung Hyunjae said nothing. Had he wanted Yoojin to move further back?
The man reached over, plucking a thick pillow from where it rested against the headboard, and set it next to Yoojin. Yoojin bit his lip when Sung Hyunjae moved closer, sliding between his knees after carefully nudging them apart. An arm slid beneath his rear.
Sung Hyunjae was surprisingly gentle with him. Yoojin’s lower half was pulled upwards, slow enough to not jostle his leg, and the pillow was pulled beneath him before he was lowered once more. Yoojin’s brows wrinkled slightly. He didn’t know if he liked having his rear propped up. It was embarrassing.
Fingers trailed lightly over his stomach, the muscles beneath tensing at the ticklish sensation. They moved down slowly, their goal clear. Yoojin gnawed on his bottom lip, and was unable to help commenting, “Do you normally skip foreplay?”
The man’s eyes lifted. A smile graced his lips. “There is no normally. Han Yoojin-ssi is the only one that has managed to be cute enough to catch my eye.”
Yoojin felt a muscle in his jaw twitch. Cute…?
“Han Yoojin-ssi seems upset with the lack of foreplay though. Shall I indulge him?” Sung Hyunjae’s smile grew. Yoojin quickly turned his head away when the man leaned down, avoiding a possible kiss. A soft laugh filled his ears, and he felt the man nuzzling against his neck. Blond locks tickled his jaw.
“It was just a comment. Hurry up and—ugh.” Yoojin grimaced as Sung Hyunjae’s lips pressed to his throat. He shouldn’t have said anything.
He felt a suctioning sensation on his neck, then teeth biting lightly at his skin. Yoojin’s face scrunched. He swatted at the man’s back, but Sung Hyunjae didn’t so much as flinch.
“Don’t leave marks,” Yoojin grunted. A tongue darted out to lick at him. “I don’t want Yoohyun to know.”
There was a soft sigh, then Sung Hyunjae began moving once more, kissing his way up to Yoojin’s jaw. A hand rubbed at his side and made its way to Yoojin’s chest, where fingers lightly pinched a pink nub and rolled it between them. “Not even where your clothes would cover them?”
“We’re brothers. Yoohyun sometimes sees me changing, and it’d be strange if I suddenly stopped—” Yoojin sucked in a sharp breath as Sung Hyunjae lowered his head, sucking the opposite teat into his mouth. Teeth grazed it, sending shocks through him that had his toes twitching. Had he always been so sensitive?
The man’s other hand found Yoojin’s hip, rubbing circles into it with a thumb. He felt Sung Hyunjae’s tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, then he pulled off with a wet, filthy pop. Golden eyes peered up at Yoojin through thick, blond lashes. The man began to slowly move down, lips trailing against Yoojin’s skin as he moved—
Yoojin’s thighs tensed as he realized what Sung Hyunjae intended to do. He quickly fisted a hand in the man’s hair and yanked. “No,” he said sharply.
“Why not?” Sung Hyunjae leaned into Yoojin’s grip, lashes fluttering almost innocently. “I may lack experience, but I believe that I will be adequate enough to please you.”
“That’s not why. It’s embarrassing. I don’t want your mouth there.” Yoojin tugged at the man’s hair again. Sung Hyunjae’s breath hitched, and Yoojin went still.
Oh. Yoojin didn’t know what expression to make. His brows quivered slightly. He loosened his grip on the blond strands. The man seemed to like having his hair pulled a bit too much.
The moment the grip grew loose, Sung Hyunjae ducked, tucking his face right between Yoojin’s thighs and kneeling on the floor. A hot, slick tongue dragged over his cunt from bottom to top, and Yoojin nearly yelped. His instinct was to clamp his legs shut, but Sung Hyunjae’s right hand gripped Yoojin’s left knee gently, as if to remind him that doing so would only cause himself pain.
“You—ugh—bastard.” Yoojin tried to pull the man away by his hair, but Sung Hyunjae stubbornly remained in place. Yoojin’s brows furrowed deeply as the man’s wicked tongue swirled around his clit. It felt good. Better than anything Yoojin had felt before, actually. But still…. “Hurry up. I can’t stay long. Yoohyun will worry.”
“It’s bad manners to talk about your siblings during intimate moments such as this, don’t you think?” Sung Hyunjae murmured, then closed his mouth around Yoojin’s most sensitive spot and sucked. His hips jolted.
The man licked and sucked attentively at Yoojin’s cunt. To Yoojin’s irritation, it felt far too skilled for someone who said that he had never done such a thing before.
The pleasure was mounting, building up in his lower half. Yoojin’s hips rocked up on their own accord, pushing himself against the man’s mouth. His eyelids trembled. He was close already. It had only been a moment, but—
Sung Hyunjae abruptly pulled away before Yoojin could reach his peak. The man gave Yoojin a frustratingly soft smile, then stood once more. Fingers pressed to his sensitive cunt, and before Yoojin could breathe a word, two abruptly pushed inside.
They pressed in deep, and without further delay, quickly began thrusting into him. Yoojin’s spine curved, lips parting as Sung Hyunjae repeatedly hit a tender spot within him. The tension in his stomach that had begun to fade returned, rapidly getting tighter and tighter.
Yoojin could feel and hear how soaked he was. The wet sounds made by the fingers thrusting into him were obscene, and slick was wetting the fabric beneath his rear. Yoojin’s middle tightened, and his fingers clawed at the sheets.
Yoojin clenched his teeth to stop any noises from escaping him as waves of pure pleasure crashed over him. His vision blurred. He could feel himself suddenly getting much wetter between his legs. Through the blur, he saw droplets of liquid spurting out, soaking into the man’s trousers—
He felt like he might faint from the sheer surge of embarrassment that slammed into him. The overwhelming orgasm continued to roll through him, leaving him unable to do anything but shudder and gasp. The thrusting into him gradually slowed, and as his orgasm died down, the fingers pulled out of his spasming cunt.
“Han Yoojin-ssi made quite the mess,” Sung Hyunjae commented lightly. Yoojin’s eyelids twitched. He felt like he could barely move a finger. “Don’t doze off. We haven’t finished.”
The embarrassment vanished. Really, Sung Hyunjae deserved to get squirted on. Bastard.
Yoojin flexed his fingers slowly, and with a hoarse voice, he muttered, “Just use my hand.”
“I’m afraid that’s not exactly what I was wanting, Han Yoojin-ssi.” A thumb swiped over his oversensitive clit. Yoojin grimaced. “Deep breaths. Relax. It should be easier now that you’ve gotten so wet.”
Yoojin blinked, trying to get rid of the blurriness. He could hear Sung Hyunjae unbuckling his belt. By the time Yoojin’s vision cleared, the man had already—
He was big. Yoojin swallowed dryly. That was scary.
“That can’t fit,” he said sharply, lifting his good leg to kick at the man’s side as he moved closer. It rubbed against his oversensitive slit.
“It will,” Sung Hyunjae refuted. “Han Yoojin-ssi is small, but he will be able to take it.”
Yoojin very much doubted it, but he didn’t really have a choice. His jaw tightened. “Fine. You owe me if I get injured.”
“Of course,” the man responded, smiling indulgently. Yoojin bit the inside of his cheek as Sung Hyunjae adjusted, pressing against his entrance. His body was loose from the man’s earlier attention, so when the man pushed forward, it didn’t hurt as much as it likely normally would have.
It did sting though. Yoojin shivered as Sung Hyunjae began to push in. The slick noise that followed made heat creep up his throat. It was barely inside, yet Yoojin already felt full.
The feeling was nothing compared to the pain in his leg though, so Yoojin wasn’t too bothered. His lips pursed when Sung Hyunjae carefully hooked his hands under Yoojin’s knees and leaned forward. Yoojin’s good leg was lifted up and over the man’s shoulder, while his injured one gently draped over the crook of Sung Hyunjae’s arm. It ached, but it was tolerable.
Sung Hyunjae’s eyes trailed over the fading bruises on Yoojin’s leg, and as he continued pushing deeper into Yoojin, he questioned, “When did you get injured?”
Yoojin wasn’t sure exactly. He had spent a few days in a fog, being tended to by Yoohyun and trying to get used to the agony. The pain medicine in the house hasn’t done much for the pain, and it was impossible to find anything that would help. Most places that had medical supplies had already been raided. He guessed, “Three weeks ago, maybe?”
“I’m impressed that you’ve survived this long. In this state, if you leave here alone, you’ll certainly die.”
“I know that—” Yoojin sucked in a breath as the man abruptly slid in the rest of the way. He was full. His insides were stretched, and he could feel the man’s cock pushing up against his cervix, settled somewhere beneath it. It felt strange. Yoojin had put his fingers inside before, but never enough to feel anywhere near as stuffed as he was now.
“I’m pleased that you’re aware,” Sung Hyunjae said, and began to pull back—only to shove back inside. Yoojin felt his insides clench involuntarily. A furrow appeared between the man’s brows.
Yoojin did his best to relax and keep his leg as still as possible. The man above Yoojin rocked into him deeply, rubbing against spots that Yoojin had never touched before. When Sung Hyunjae leaned down, gaze locked onto Yoojin’s chest, he quickly grabbed the man by the hair again and tugged him away. Sung Hyunjae’s golden eyes seemed to brighten a bit.
“No,” Yoojin scolded.
“No? Han Yoojin-ssi seems to like my mouth though.” Sung Hyunjae gave a rough thrust that had Yoojin’s spine curving and his fingers tightening in the man’s hair. He felt the man’s cock twitch inside of him.
Any comeback that he could have come up with slipped from his mind. Sung Hyunjae angled his thrusts so that they reached the deepest points within him each time, and a finger circling his clit doubled the pleasure.
The entire situation wasn’t quite what Yoojin had expected at first. It wasn’t nearly as painful and embarrassing as he had anticipated. That was a relief. Sung Hyunjae was still irritating though.
A particularly tender spot was found on the side of his clit, making Yoojin tense and arch upwards. Taking notice, Sung Hyunjae targeted that spot relentlessly, rubbing at it until Yoojin was trying to twist away, overwhelmed by the combination of Sung Hyunjae fucking into him and touching the same sensitive spot non-stop.
It didn’t take long for Yoojin to reach his second peak, his mind blanking out from the pleasure surging through him. His insides clenched tightly around the man’s cock, and he felt Sung Hyunjae’s hips stutter to a stop, his length pressed deeply into Yoojin. He could feel the man throbbing within him, spilling hot seed inside.
Yoojin lay there, panting heavily as he slowly recovered, trembling slightly. His fingers slipped through the man’s hair, and his arm fell uselessly to his side. Sung Hyunjae blinked languidly down at him.
The quiet, almost peaceful moment was interrupted by Sung Hyunjae commenting, “You didn’t make as much of a mess this time.”
Yoojin weakly swung at him, and Sung Hyunjae leaned back, avoiding Yoojin’s fist with ease. Slowly, the man pulled out. Yoojin could feel thick, warm liquid trickling out of him.
He felt heavy and exhausted. Moving would take a considerable amount of effort. Fingers kneaded at his hips gently, and after some time, Sung Hyunjae pulled away, carefully lowering Yoojin’s legs.
“I have to go,” Yoojin mumbled tiredly. He didn’t want Yoohyun to worry.
“Relax for a minute. I’m not needlessly cruel. I’ll clean you up before you go,” Sung Hyunjae said, tone slightly softer than before. Yoojin said nothing, but didn’t move, trying to gather his strength and energy.
That really hadn’t been as bad as it could have been. Yoojin’s lashes fluttered, eyelids lowering. If he had to do it all over again, he wouldn’t hesitate.
«☾»
Not long later, Yoojin was back down on the floor with the room he and Yoohyun shared. His bad leg was unusable, and his good one felt like it was made of jelly. If not for Sung Hyunjae offering to carry him down the steps, Yoojin wouldn’t have been able to make it down unscathed.
He slowly made his way back to his and Yoohyun’s room, alone. Just as he reached the door and moved to open it, it was yanked open.
Wide, frantic eyes stared down at him. A moment passed, then Yoohyun’s hands shot out, gripping Yoojin’s arms. “Hyung!”
“Yoohyun-ie.” Yoojin released a crutch, not caring that it clattered to the floor, and reached out to try and reassuringly pet his dongsaeng’s ruffled hair. Yoohyun looked shaken up. He was so pale. “What’s wrong?”
Yoohyun’s breaths were uneven. Yoojin’s arms were pulled, and Yoojin stumbled forward, barely able to keep his face from twisting in pain. Arms wrapped tightly around his middle. “Hyung…. I thought that you left me…. Where did you go?”
His dongsaeng buried his face in Yoojin’s neck, on the opposite side of where Hyunjae had been kissing. Yoojin clumsily patted Yoohyun’s back with his free hand. “Just… around. Looking for anything to do. I spoke to that Sung Hyunjae guy for a bit too. I’m okay, Yoohyun-ie. See? Completely fine.”
Yoohyun’s arms tightened around him, almost to the point of causing pain. “I was scared….”
“I’m sorry.” Yoojin tried hugging Yoohyun back as best he could, chest clenching with guilt. “I’m really fine. I won’t leave you, if that’s why you’re scared.”
“Hyung….” Yoohyun rubbed his face against Yoojin’s neck. He reminded Yoojin of a sad, lonely puppy. It was pitiful. “Don’t do that again. And don’t talk to that man. He feels dangerous.”
Yoojin just patted Yoohyun’s back again. That wasn’t a promise that he could make and keep. Yoojin would do anything to keep his dongsaeng safe, and to do so, he might need to make another arrangement with that man.