Sweet Shot

#37

“Hyung, that.”

At the unexpected words, Tae-rim’s gaze finally left Ha-min’s nape.  And soon, he turned his gaze towards whatever Ha-min was pointing at.

“Th-that, why… there…”

“Ah.”

“Bl-bleeding…  You’re hurt…?  You’re hurt…?”

It was a small scratch on Tae-rim’s hand. A red mark had risen on his knuckle. It was a simple wound, but Ha-min’s face turned pale.  He looked so surprised, it was almost excessive. The injury was from a scuffle with the man who had tripped him in front of the building earlier. The man, despite being initially intimidated by Tae-rim, had some pride and tried to fight back, ultimately receiving a blow from Tae-rim. This small scratch was the result.

Ha-min’s clear eyes trembled.  Seeing Ha-min, flustered and stuttering over such a minor injury, Tae-rim forcibly suppressed the upward curve of his lips. Then, he naturally continued.

“Someone bumped into me earlier.”

“Huh?”

“So I fell for a moment.”

Tae-rim casually uttered the blatant lie, calmly looking down at Ha-min. Ha-min fidgeted like a herbivore at a loss. Over this one injury. This pure worry stimulated Tae-rim’s dark intentions. From earlier, the nape of his neck had been irritating, no, from the moment he wore that ridiculous piece of clothing that revealed his chest.

“Are you hurt badly…?  Is your leg… not hurt…?”

“Well, I don’t know… It hurts a little…”

“It looks like it would hurt, what if your leg is also injured?”

“I guess…”

Tae-rim nonchalantly let out a voice.

“They just ran away without apologizing.”

Tae-rim continued, as if tattling.  Ha-min’s rabbit-like eyes welled up. It meant he was upset.

“They should apologize…  Someone got hurt…”

“Exactly.”

Knowing that, why didn’t you say anything?

Tae-rim suddenly wondered.  He kept thinking about his calm face, unaffected even after being violently shoved to the ground and subjected to insults. Tae-rim didn’t notice the bitter taste in his mouth as he smiled softly.  Then, gently stroking Ha-min’s bangs while he stared blankly at the wound, he spoke softly.

“Hyung, it’s okay, go inside now.”

“Huh…? Ah, yes…”

Ha-min nodded vigorously at his words.  He hesitated, halfway through opening the car door. Then, he slowly turned around. A tiny voice, barely audible, escaped his light pink lips.

“If… if it’s okay with Hyung…”

“…”

“Can I… stop by for a moment…? I have medicine in my room…”

“…”

“Can I… just apply the medicine…?”

It was a face that had probably agonized over those words thousands of times.  He seemed to have pondered thousands and tens of thousands of times in that short span.

A smile appeared on Tae-rim’s lips at that sight. There was no reason to refuse.

**

The moment the door lock clicked open, Tae-rim hugged Ha-min from behind. Ha-min startled, turning his head. His face turned pale at the sudden contact.  Ha-min stumbled, unable to even take off his shoes, due to the sudden hug.

Thud.  The moment the door closed behind them, Tae-rim’s large hand went inside Ha-min’s shirt.  Ha-min was about to fall forward at the snake-like sensation, but a large hand supported his waist, preventing him from falling.  Then, as Tae-rim pulled him closer, Ha-min grabbed his arm, which was wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Wh-what are you…”

“Ha-min-ah.”

Ha-min’s spine stiffened at the whispered call, his lips close to his ear.

“You’re quite the player.”

Tae-rim’s finger tickled near Ha-min’s navel.  At the sudden remark, Ha-min turned his head towards Tae-rim with trembling eyes. Before he could ask what he meant, the voice tickling his ear rang out again.

“You know how to lure someone home.”

He let out a low chuckle.  The laughter was chillingly sweet. He lightly brushed Ha-min’s nape with his nose.  The flustered Ha-min gripped Tae-rim’s arm even tighter.

“I-it’s not like that…”

“Oh?”

Tae-rim teased, his body wriggling, as if acting coy, at Ha-min’s stammering words, unable to hide his surprise. Ha-min squeezed out his voice, worried that his pounding heartbeat might be heard.

“I really… just wanted to treat the wound…”

It was true. He couldn’t bear to see that scar on those pretty hands.  Even that one wound pained Ha-min’s heart.  The pain was so intense that he had uttered those words with great difficulty. It wasn’t at all what Tae-rim called a “lure.” He had no such intention.

Tae-rim let out a sound of regret at Ha-min’s difficult words.

“So.”

“…”

“You don’t like it?”

Tae-rim asked lightly. As he spoke, his hand slowly moved upwards. The touch, gliding along his skin, was intense. It was the same kind of question as before, suggesting a casual encounter.  The unsuspecting Ha-min froze.

“Didn’t you think of Hyung?”

It was a voice that whispered sweetly, like a child acting cute.  Tae-rim’s gaze was sharp as he looked sideways at Ha-min, who couldn’t find an answer.  As if to compete, Tae-rim hugged Ha-min tighter, pressing his lips against the nape of his neck, which had been bothering him since earlier. Ha-min’s shoulders flinched even more.

“No one’s watching now.”

“…”

“No one will misunderstand.”

It was a sweetly murmured phrase.  With each word, solving the problems Ha-min had worried about on stage, Ha-min’s hands trembled.  Feeling Ha-min’s trembling, Tae-rim moved his hand. When his large hand reached his chest, he lightly bit Ha-min’s earlobe.  Ha-min startled, his body trembling as he struggled to get away.

“B-but, Hyung, Hyung has a lover…”

At the stammered, urgent words, he chuckled. The attractive lips touching Ha-min’s ear moved leisurely.

“It’s okay.”

His red lips formed a smooth curve.

“Hyung is now single.”

**

Haa…

The small room was already filled with heat from the hot breaths. Tae-rim looked down at Ha-min’s smooth back, his shirt pulled up to his neck.  There wasn’t a single spot on his fair skin that wasn’t red.  Ha-min, lying prone with his shirt riding up, buried his face in the pillow, looking like he was about to die.

It had all happened so quickly.  The hand that touched his upper body as soon as he entered the room, the voice that pushed him without allowing him to refuse.

The hand that had reached his upper body naturally tormented Ha-min’s chest. Even when Ha-min flinched in surprise and tried to stop him, the hand stubbornly clung to him. Ha-min couldn’t regain his composure. His head spun at the sudden situation. He naturally laid Ha-min on the bed and pushed up the shirt he was wearing, feeling suffocated.

“You see.”

“…”

“Ha-min didn’t show Hyung his chest last time.”

At the whispered voice from behind, Ha-min bit his lower lip tightly. He had many excuses, but his breath was coming in ragged gasps, making it hard to speak.  A large hand was on Ha-min’s chest.  Unable to look him in the face, Ha-min buried his face deeper into the pillow.

“Hyung was actually upset.”

He let out a chuckle, his voice laced with amusement, as he squeezed Ha-min’s meager chest as if wringing it out.  The strength was brutal, contrasting with his words of being upset. Ha-min clutched the blanket tightly. He couldn’t hear what he was saying.  Whether he knew Ha-min’s state or not, Tae-rim bit his earlobe and whispered.

“You hid it from Hyung.”

“Hmph…”

“But you show your breasts to other people.”

He uttered vulgar words like an insult, and bit Ha-min’s earlobe. He didn’t bite hard, but rolled his tongue around the plump earlobe. The wet sound was distinctly audible. Ha-min wanted to deny it, but Ha-min’s breath hitched as Tae-rim’s finger lightly touched his prominent nipples.  Ha-min’s eyes trembled like a frightened puppy.

“Hy-hyung.”

Ha-min called out to him, as if trying to stop him.  Perhaps because he wasn’t mentally prepared, Ha-min trembled violently at his every touch.

“Yes?”

When Ha-min looked at Tae-rim with trembling eyes, Tae-rim smiled softly, as if comforting him.  Smiling smoothly, he pressed his fingernail firmly against his nipple.  At the new stimulation, Ha-min grabbed Tae-rim’s arm tightly.

“Ugh…!”

Ha-min unconsciously let out a strange moan.  He twisted his body at the tingling sensation.  But he couldn’t move an inch due to the heavy body pressing down on him from behind.

“Tell me, Ha-min-ah.”

He urged him to answer, rolling his finger around his nipple. He rolled it around and then twisted the nipple as if milking it.

“Ha-ung…”

A trembling moan escaped Ha-min’s mouth, merely from the twisting of his nipple.  Tae-rim smiled, amused by the sound.

“Our Ha-min.”

“…”

“Feels something just from having his breasts touched.”

He spoke frankly, using vulgar language that one would only hear in adult films.  Ha-min shook his head violently, his face a mixture of erotic sensation and shame. Tae-rim brought one hand down and placed it on Ha-min’s crotch. Ha-min’s eyes widened further.

“Seems like it.”

“…”

“Ha-min’s dick is hard, right now.”