DASH
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Chapter 81
Jiheon raised his head and locked eyes with the big guy sitting across from him. When their gazes met, Jaekyoung blinked and asked:
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re really shameless.”
“Sure. So tell me the password to your front door, hyung.”
Jaekyoung said casually. Since he was told that he was shameless, he seemed determined to act shamelessly.
‘Isn’t he overly confident?’
“Why should I tell you that?”
Jiheon said with a smile. He tried to keep a straight face, but it was too absurd not to smile.
“Why aren’t you telling me?”
Jaekyoung asked again, displaying the same confidence. In response to his attitude, Jiheon replied with equal confidence.
“Because I don’t want to tell you. Is there any other reason I need?”
Jaekyoung looked him silently and responded:
“Fine. Then don’t tell me.”
Before Jiheon could be surprised by that unexpectedly cold attitude, Jaekyoung picked up a water bottle and continued:
“If I wait outside alone for you to come home, I’ll catch a cold. The weather has gotten chilly these days, perfect for catching a cold.”
“Hey….”
“If it turns into pneumonia and I can’t even go to the Olympics, well, wouldn’t that be great?”
Jaekyoung said as he poured water into his glass.
“Are you threatening me now?”
Jiheon questioned, to which Jaekyoung shrugged.
“…….”
Jiheon put down his cell phone and rubbed his forehead.
Honestly, if it were someone else, he might have jokingly replied, “Sure. Go ahead and try me.”
However, he couldn’t say something like that to Kwon Jaekyoung, even as a joke. If this bastard said he would do it, he was really going to do it. That might not mean he’d catch a cold right away, but if there was a problem with his condition, all of them would be screwed.
‘No, not all of us. Kwon Jaekyoung will be fine. Kwon Jaekyoung is the only one who lives and everyone else dies.’
In the end, Jiheon picked up his cell phone again and sent a text message to Jaekyoung. He typed the four-digit password for his front door and sent it without any further explanation. After a moment, he heard a notification sound from Jaekyoung’s pants pocket.
Jaekyoung seemed to have guessed the content of the message and retrieved his cell phone from his pocket. After checking the password Jiheon sent, he suddenly called him in a low voice.
“Hyung, change your passcode.”
“What? Why?”
“These are the last digits of your phone number. I heard it’s not a good idea to set a passcode like this. It can make you an easy target for stalkers.”
“What, stalker?”
Jiheon chuckled at the unexpected word, but Jaekyoung didn’t find it funny.
“Do you think stalkers only target certain celebrities? There are stalkers who target everyone. The most dangerous ones are those who drive people like you crazy without them even realizing it.”
Jaekyoung spoke with a serious expression, and it seemed like he wouldn’t listen even if Jiheon told him that the only one driving him crazy was Jaekyoung himself.
“Then forget about the stalkers and change the passcode. I heard you shouldn’t use things like your birthday or the last digits of your number for a passcode. It’s common sense.”
Hearing THE Kwon Jaekyoung talking about common sense felt strangely out of place. But since he had a point, Jiheon agreed to consider changing it.
“I’ll change it later.”
“What will you change it to?”
“I’ll think of something.”
Jiheon explained that he had used the same passcode for three years and couldn’t change it hastily, fearing he might forget it and get in big trouble. Jaekyoung thought for a moment and then suggested:
“Then change it to 0728.”
“Where did that come from?”
“It’s my birthday.”
“……Hey. You said I shouldn’t use birthdays!”
Jiheon gritted his teeth.
“I said not to use your birthday. Who cares if it’s someone else’s birthday? How would anyone guess that your passcode is my birthday?”
Jaekyoung shamelessly insisted.
“Fine, then I’ll put you on the list.”
Feeling tired from the conversation, Jiheon gave a brief reply and picked up his cell phone. He abandoned the single bed he had initially chosen and looked at double beds of the same brand. However, he was very distraught to see that the price had doubled in an instant. He also added a mattress protection topper, which brought the total cost to the equivalent of a month’s salary.
He had made this decision thinking it was better to spend a bit more for a good product rather than opting for a cheap one that would break quickly. Still, when he was about to pay, it felt kind of hurt. But he couldn’t ask Jaekyoung to cover the expense now.
‘If this one breaks too, I’ll have to tell Kwon Jaekyoung to buy the next one. He’ll have to get a new bed frame too.’
He gritted his teeth as he completed the purchase, and just as he finished, their sushi arrived.
Jiheon put down his cell phone and picked up his chopsticks. He picked up the eel sushi from the edge of his plate and offered it to Jaekyoung.
“Here, you can have mine.”
“Why?”
Jaekyoung stopped mixing wasabi into his soy sauce and looked at Jiheon.
“You said you wanted eel sushi earlier.”
“That was just something I said.”
‘This little… He did it on purpose, didn’t he?’
Jiheon observed Jaekyoung carefully and then placed the eel sushi on Jaekyoung’s plate.
“Still, go ahead and eat it. I’m not going to eat this one anyway.”
“Why not? Do you hate eel sushi?”
“I don’t hate eel, but I don’t like the eel sushi here because the sauce on top is too sweet.”
“You don’t like sweet food like this?”
Jaekyoung seemed genuinely surprised.
“Yeah, no. I like salty food only when it’s not dessert.”
“You don’t even eat desserts much.”
When Jaekyoung mentioned that he had never seen Jiheon eat desserts, Jiheon smiled and confirmed that.
“I’m not really into sweets. That’s why I don’t eat fruits or anything like that. But you really like sweets, don’t you?”
Jaekyoung contemplated the question for a moment before responding.
“I don’t like them.”
“You do. You have a taste like a child.”
Jiheon deliberately teased him.
“You like ice cream and milkshakes.”
“I had them because it was hot that day.”
Jaekyoung replied with a hint of irritation. Jiheon noticed the veins on his forehead and decided not to push it any further.
‘Ah, I should stop finding this cute.’
Jiheon suppressed his laughter and handed over the egg roll sushi from his plate to Jaekyoung.
“Here, try some of this too. The egg rolls here are sweet.”
“Ah, it’s okay. I don’t like sweets either.”
Jaekyoung told a simple lie in annoyance.
“Fine, I get it. Just eat it. Finish your meal and quietly head home, okay?”
Jiheon spoke in a calming tone, but Jaekyoung didn’t respond until the end.
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“Oh my, you look like you’re going to tear your mouth apart.”
Assistant Manager Nam remarked, flicking away cigarette ash. Jiheon, who had been unconsciously yawning, felt embarrassed and quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Fortunately, the smoking room was empty, with only him and Assistant Manager Nam.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t sleep.”
Jiheon straightened up his somewhat slouched posture. Assistant Manager Nam shrugged and replied:
“You don’t need to apologize. But why couldn’t you sleep? You seem to be leaving work on time these days.”
“Oh, well… I recently changed my bed, so.”
Jiheon quickly made an excuse.
“Ah, yes. Beds are indeed important.”
Assistant Manager Nam nodded in agreement. He even shared his own experience of changing his bed and experiencing back pain, but Jiheon found it hard to sympathize.
In Jiheon’s case, he didn’t really have any complaints about his bed. In fact, it was quite satisfying. It felt comfortable because it was expensive, and most of all, he liked how the springs remained dead-silent no matter how much he moved or jumped on the mattress.
The reason why he couldn’t sleep even though he had such a nice bed was because of the person he was lying in that bed with. Kwon Jaekyoung had been staying at his place for several days and showed no intention of leaving.
Jaekyoung entered and exited Jiheon’s house effortlessly, just as he had said. He came and went regardless of whether it was a weekday or weekend. On some days, he even arrived before Jiheon finished work.
Even the day the new mattress was delivered, he arrived in broad daylight, opened the door himself, and even gave signs to the installer.
Well, it was nice to have someone receive packages and watch over the house during daylight hours. When Kwon Jaekyoung was home alone, he was in a strict energy-saving mode and didn’t move much. He didn’t make a mess or wander around the house. Jiheon appreciated that part, at least.
However, the problem was after he finished work in the evening. From that point on, whenever Jiheon came out of the shower, Jaekyoung would unconditionally pull him onto the bed, hold him, and refuse to let him go.
Jiheon had promised to accept any form of physical affection at any time, except for penetration sex, so he couldn’t tell Jaekyoung to stop—which was driving him crazy. Moreover, there was no way Jaekyoung would be able to withstand it when he was hugging, biting, and sucking Jiheon like that. This guy was a 21-year-old athlete who couldn’t control himself due to his physical strength, and it was actually even stranger if he didn’t get an erection in that situation.
The real issue was that a 27-year-old office worker, who had depleted his stamina at work, would also get hard.
Well, perhaps that meant his thing was still usable. Although it wasn’t the same as when he was 21, being 27 was still relatively young, and he could consider it his prime. Jiheon reasoned that there was something positive in that.
The only thing that pissed him off was that, while he would always finish it alone in the bathroom, Kwon Jaekyoung insisted on doing it in front of Jiheon. He didn’t even listen when Jiheon told him to go to the bathroom. Instead, he confidently demanded, “You should do it here too, hyung. Show me how you do it.” But every time, Jiheon would take a deep breath and speak in the calmest voice he could muster.
‘Jaekyoung-ah, could you please conserve your energy? I’m different from you. I’ve told you many times that if you want us to do it on the weekend, I need to replenish my stamina as much as possible during the weekday.’
He expected Jaekyoung to say, ‘I don’t think we need to do that,’ but in the end, he nodded and agreed.
However, yesterday, Jaekyoung was unusually stubborn. The moment Jiheon came out of the shower, he embraced him, bit him, sucked him, touched him, and made him hard as if it had been planned all along. He dragged Jiheon to the bathroom and urged him to do it in front of him.
‘If you show me, I won’t do anything this weekend.’
In the end, he even offered such an unconventional deal. Jiheon’s first mistake was not being able to refuse because the offer was too tempting.
‘You have to keep your word.’
Only after receiving repeated confirmations did Jiheon take off his clothes in front of Jaekyoung. He did so with the hope of being able to rest on the weekend. In his eagerness, he showed himself with all his heart and soul— this was his second mistake if he thought about it—but it was only belatedly that Kwon Jaekyoung, who had watched it all, said something else.
‘I can’t. You’re turning me on so much; I should have just waited for the weekend.’
‘Hey…… do you want to die?’
Jiheon grabbed Jaekyoung by the collar.
‘Or are you doing this to kill me?’
Jiheon said with a stern expression. Jaekyoung looked briefly concerned, as if he didn’t want Jiheon to actually die, before speaking again.
‘If you let me do it just once now, I promise I won’t do it over the weekend. Really. I promise.’
Jaekyoung said with a serious face. To be honest, Jiheon would be a fool to believe it, but he still did. That was his third mistake.
Kwon Jaekyoung did promise not to do it over the weekend in exchange of doing it just once now, but in the end, he did it twice without leaving any out, and Jiheon, who went to work today, had to bear the aftermath alone.