“What were you thinking about? I’m talking about the cap.”

He lifted the black ball cap without permission. His heart was filled with pleasure after seeing Sangwoo’s frustrated expression. He wasn’t even a protagonist cartoon character who turned unrecognizable if he only removed his glasses, so it wasn’t a big deal. He was just a guy with flat hair. His mind was shouting that, but Jaeyoung wasn’t listening to it.

The contrast between the jet-black eyes and his white skin just looked strong. A tidy, yet messy appearance. His eyes were no longer indifferent. The filter-covered Chu Sangwoo, which could’ve been distorted by alcohol and emotion, was nothing short of an incubus who had arisen from his lewd fantasies.

“You’re not getting angry today?”

Jaeyoung’s voice was huskier than usual. These days, there wasn’t anything he could freely control when Sangwoo was in front of him. Whether it was his voice, his facial expression, his dick, or anything.

“Let go of it.”

His eyes raised sharply, and his hand touched his bangs as if he were embarrassed.

‘You have that kind of look on your face, so there’s no way I can just give you back your cap.’

“I said, give it back.”

“What are you gonna do if I say I don’t want to?”

“I told you to give it back.”

“Oh, you’re getting angry again.”

“This bastard doesn’t even know what a prank is!”

Sangwoo suddenly got up. He was neither tall nor short, instead he was of average height, which was nice to look at. Jaeyoung enjoyed the fact that Sangwoo being that way meant he had to look up to make eye-contact with him, while he himself could see his face while looking down at an angle. Jaeyoung’s chest rose and fell with exhilarated breaths.

He waited for Sangwoo to reach out for his cap, and when that moment came, he grabbed his wrist tightly and pulled it. He looked at the confused-looking pupils that were one span away from him. Sangwoo stared at the floor, avoiding his eyes.

“Fuck.”

It was the first time he heard Sangwoo curse. His voice was as low as Jaeyoung’s..

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say it to you, hyung.”

Sangwoo put power into his gaze, as if he wouldn’t lose and then stared at Jaeyoung. Jaeyoung calmly took a breath. It was hard to restrain himself from touching him.

“Sangwoo.”

“Yes.”

Jaeyoung slowly raised his right hand. The final destination was Sangwoo’s cheek. His thumb gently stroked his cheekbone. He could feel Sangwoo shaking beneath his skin.

“I’m warning you.. don’t call me?hyung.”

“Yes.”

“If you call me that one more time..”

“Hyung.”

Jaeyoung’s grip tightened. Sangwoo didn’t avoid his eyes this time.

“You’re so fucking handsome.”

Jaeyoung bit his lip because it felt as if his heart were dropping. His hand moved like a snake in search of the neck that he was always looking at. Covering the nape of the neck that was flushed and hot, he pulled him a bit towards himself and stopped just before their foreheads hit each other.

A kindled face was right in front of him. Without a single trace of shame, his gaze was in Jaeyoung’s direction. His reasoning mind that told him to block Jaeyoung was too weak. Fortunately, though, he didn’t forget who his opponent was.

“Warning. I’m going to kiss you in a minute.”

It was the final rule which he hadn’t forgotten. It was the formal manner which was far apart from his innermost feelings.

“If you’re gonna run away, leave now.”

He was out of breath. Every time he exhaled, the sound that escaped his mouth was more and more like a moan. The flesh that touched him felt hot. Their surroundings seemed to be on fire. The eyes that were staring at Jaeyoung blinked. Jaeyoung saw the appearance of a lost soul, yet Sangwoo gripped Jaeyoung’s chest with unrelenting hands. He roughly grasped the piece of clothing and pulled it towards him.

‘There are still 48 seconds left, though.’

Sangwoo’s eyes slowly closed and his lips touched Jaeyoung’s the same way they had done the previous day.

Bang.?The fuse snapped. Jaeyoung pulled Sangwoo towards him by twisting himself around his neck while tilting his head to the side and devouring his lips. His tongue popped into his mouth, which surprised him while causing him to also respond in the same manner.

He couldn’t see or hear anything from that moment on. However, only the sensations of their lips on top of each other, tongues intertwining, and their mixed breaths seemed vivid. The hot sensation wasn’t pure at all. It was barbaric and rough, and it was unexpectedly painful as the intense thirst wasn’t quenched quickly enough. The heat just extended to his hands.

The kiss, which was far from romantic, was chaotic and didn’t follow the expected narrative.. That’s because every part of it was a climax. ?Perhaps that was why he quickly dropped it when it was over. Sangwoo, who wiped his lips with his sleeves, was panting. Jaeyoung leaned his back against the wall to catch his breath.

‘Fuck, he almost got eaten.’

He truly believed his heart was going to stop.