The Unbelievers

Chapter 74

Yoo Siwoon, dripping with moisture and facing Eunseong in the nude, soon turned around as if nothing had happened. The muscles in his thighs, buttocks, and back, which he had been honing for a long time, twitched together.

He opened the drawer, took out his underwear, and slipped one foot in at a time, pulling it up to cover his flesh. He quickly dressed in a shirt and pants and asked Eunseong.

“Do you have something to say?”

His voice was as usual. Eunseong, who had frozen in shock, quickly regained his composure and spoke.

“I’m… I’m hungry. I didn’t eat dinner. I was wondering if we could eat together, you know, with you…”

“Is that so? I was just feeling a bit peckish myself. Do you want to go out first?”

“Yes? Yes.”

Eunseong, standing there as if in a daze, lost strength in his legs and stumbled slightly, leaning against the wall as he hurriedly left.

“……”

Only after Eunseong had completely disappeared did Yoo Siwoon let out a rough breath he had been holding.

He gripped the wardrobe with both hands to steady his dizzy mind.

There was truly no way to help it now. If Eunseong had taken just a few more steps inside, if he had come right up to him, Yoo Siwoon couldn’t guarantee what he would have done.

He might have knocked Eunseong down on the floor and, like a beast, pounced on him, tearing his clothes apart without hesitation to find that mark. Wherever that mark was, Yoo Siwoon would have pressed his lips against it, greedily sucking on the child’s flesh. He would have held on so tightly it would have hurt, enough to make him scream.

In that moment, a rough premonition brushed past his mind, making his heart ache.

Eunseong was also not in his right mind. He rushed into the kitchen, standing in front of the sink, turning on the faucet even though there was nothing to wash. Water poured down, splashing into the sink. He shook his head, trying not to think of his own nakedness that had invaded his sight, but it was in vain.

His face turned bright red. Only then did he feel the pounding of his heart.

Yoo Siwoon’s nakedness was primal, resembling a large wolf. His body was not the pitiful and insignificant imagination he had held until now, but a reality overflowing with vividness.

While Eunseong stood there, dazed and unsure of what to do, Yoo Siwoon approached. He turned off the faucet that was running aimlessly. The loud sound of water pouring ceased, and silence enveloped the space.

Eunseong awkwardly spoke without even looking at him.

“Can you cook? I can cook a little.”

“What can you cook?”

“I can make a lot of things. I can make seaweed soup, I can make soybean paste stew, and I can make omurice too.”

“Then shall we make omurice?”

His voice was calm as it always was. He didn’t seem like someone who had just been caught naked.

Yoo Siwoon opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients. Eunseong also forced himself to calm his racing heart and moved as if nothing was wrong.

They stood side by side at the counter, preparing onions and potatoes.

“I’m not sure where the meat is. Do you want to add something else?”

“What do you have?”

“I have a can of tuna. Should we use that?”

“Yes, that sounds good. I think it will taste nice.”

Yoo Siwoon opened a drawer and took out a can of tuna, placing it on the counter. They silently peeled the potatoes and onions assigned to them. While Yoo Siwoon chopped the potatoes, Eunseong found eggs in the refrigerator and brought them out. He cracked the eggs into a bowl.

Yoo Siwoon, glancing at Eunseong skillfully mixing the eggs with chopsticks, smiled contentedly and asked.

“Do you cook often?”

“I like cooking. What my dad makes doesn’t taste good, so I just cook for myself. My dad can’t cook and can’t even boil ramen well.”

“……”

“Have you been in touch with your dad?”

“……No. Not yet. I’m looking for him.”

“He’s probably off drinking somewhere again.”

“……”

“Please chop the onion too.”

By now, Yoo Siwoon had finished chopping the potatoes. This time, he handed the onion to Eunseong.

Their hands brushed against each other several times as they searched for tools and ingredients in the same space. Each time, Eunseong flinched and glanced at him. He had always kept his distance, feeling awkward around Eunseong.

Pretending not to notice, Yoo Siwoon chopped the onion, moved the prepared ingredients to the frying pan, and washed his hands. As he turned to look for olive oil, Eunseong approached with the beaten eggs, their paths coinciding.

“……”

“……”

As Yoo Siwoon stepped aside, Eunseong flinched and moved in that direction too. They exchanged awkward glances, and when Yoo Siwoon moved to the opposite side, Eunseong, trying to dodge, inadvertently blocked his path.

The more they tried to avoid each other, the more entangled they became. Standing still, Yoo Siwoon gazed down at Eunseong. Eunseong, who had been hesitating to step aside, looked up at him.

Something heavier than responsibility seemed to reside in his eyes, as if he was trying to acknowledge something.

“This is… the egg mixture.”

He extended the bowl in his hand toward Yoo Siwoon. Yoo Siwoon didn’t seem inclined to take it. No, he was staring at Eunseong’s face as if he were invisible.

The winter night deepened, longer than ever.

Eunseong, as if entranced, approached him while holding the bowl, lifting himself onto his toes. He pressed his rough lips against Yoo Siwoon’s, rubbing them slightly.

The warmth of his skin touched Yoo Siwoon’s lips and then pulled away. Eunseong lowered his heels and looked up at him. There was no change in Yoo Siwoon’s expression. He was no longer as indifferent as before.

“……Just don’t look for him. Just let me live like this.”

“……”

“Ahjussi, you made a mistake. I’m going to keep doing this.”

“……”

“I’ll kiss you whenever I get the chance, and I’ll cling to you whenever I can, even if you don’t like it, ugh!”

In an instant, hot lips, an unbearable weight, overwhelmed Eunseong. As if he had wanted to embrace him tightly, Yoo Siwoon wrapped his arms around Eunseong’s waist and back.

The egg mixture in Eunseong’s hand spilled onto the floor. His lips painfully pressed against Eunseong’s. It was like the movements of a wolf biting and tearing. The hot skin rubbed against him, and the tongue that was hastily swallowing parted the trembling lips, forcing them open. The wet flesh invaded his mouth, sucking Eunseong in as if to devour him.

“Ugh… huff, mm!”

Eunseong’s hand roamed over Yoo Siwoon’s back, gripping his clothing tightly. The sensation of their tongues and lips racing together dulled his senses. He couldn’t tell if he was standing upright, if he was standing on two legs, or if he was just being held by him. Eunseong gripped Yoo Siwoon’s clothes tightly with both hands, lost in the deep kiss that enveloped him.

The flesh touching his lips was all just hot. A desperate moan scattered breathlessly between their overlapping lips. The powerful heartbeat resonated through their tightly pressed chests.

This was not a ridiculous dream he had been weaving in the early morning. It was not a solitary fantasy that made him blush. The strong, solid chest and firm arms belonged to Yoo Siwoon without a doubt, and the lips, and the wet, hot tongue that was invading him, were entirely different from dreams or fantasies. It was a sensation so real it felt strange and frightening. At the same time, it was so raw and primal that it could not be compared to anything he had only imagined.

As their hurried breaths calmed, Yoo Siwoon gently nibbled on Eunseong’s lips and asked.

Eunseong, panting, rubbed his lips against him. He squirmed, wanting to touch him just a little more, wrapping his hands around his back.

In an instant, his body was lifted. Yoo Siwoon gently picked up Eunseong. He felt weightless, almost like a feather. He sat Eunseong on the counter, spreading his legs apart. He pressed his body against him, invading that space. Yoo Siwoon lifted Eunseong’s chin and continued the deep kiss.

“Huff, ugh, mm.”

The strength of the arms that had been squeezing Eunseong tightly loosened, and the sensation that had been teasing his lips and tongue gradually faded.

Eunseong opened his hazy eyes. Yoo Siwoon’s face, gazing at him with longing, his lips and nose, and his endless eyes were right in front of him. His lips glistened with saliva.

“……Hah, hah.”

“……”

Eunseong gasped for breath, his chest heaving. Yoo Siwoon, who had been so fervently invading him, was as calm as his gaze. The rough movements and biting kisses felt like a lie.

Eunseong’s lips trembled, and his hands shook as if they had just released a powerful grip. He touched Yoo Siwoon’s solid shoulders and cupped his cheek with a warm palm.

“……If you do this, aren’t you trash now?”

“……”

Clearing his throat with difficulty, Eunseong whispered. Yoo Siwoon seemed to be somewhere far away. His pitiful warning didn’t seem to reach his ears at all.

At that moment, Yoo Siwoon’s voice broke out harshly.

“I am trash.”

He lifted his head and pressed his lips against Eunseong’s again. Eunseong’s eyes squeezed shut. His arms wrapped around Yoo Siwoon’s neck, hanging on with his weight.

Knowing full well that this shouldn’t be happening, the sweet scent of his soft lips and the moist tongue that he swallowed deep into his throat made Yoo Siwoon swallow a pained groan along with it.