Romantic Gangster

#67

…This is crazy.

Looking down, he noticed slightly trembling shoulders. Lee Hyun-joon felt tense seeing that trembling. Though it might seem inappropriate to feel this kind of tension in such a situation, it was beyond his control.

“Do you like it when I touch you here?”

Not knowing how to phrase it differently, and not being the type to silently enjoy the tension alone, he bluntly asked. He felt Ji-woo shake his head while keeping his face buried in his shoulder. The gesture was incredibly endearing.

“Why are you lying?”

Lee Hyun-joon slowly ran his hand down Ji-woo’s back again, smirking as he watched Ji-woo’s visible reaction.

“Seems like you do like it. Really not?”

“Ah…”

As if to verify, he stroked the same spot again, causing Ji-woo to tense up even more. Lee Hyun-joon exhaled heavily and took in the sight of Ji-woo curling up before him.

Ji-woo’s pheromones were releasing as he trembled, clutching his own clothes with both hands. The castella scent that Hyun-joon loved so much quickly filled the surroundings. Hyun-joon carelessly brushed up his bangs that he had carefully styled all morning to impress Ji-woo.

“Should I touch you more?”

Instead of answering, Ji-woo’s pheromones intensified. Still seemingly embarrassed, Ji-woo shook his head, making Hyun-joon smile.

“Well, I can’t stop now.”

Hyun-joon’s voice grew deeper, causing Ji-woo to shrink further.

“I want to touch you more.”

“……”

“Ask me to touch you. Tell me it’s okay to continue.”

When his lips touched Ji-woo’s reddened ear, he felt hot breath against his neck. Hyun-joon pressed their bodies even closer together, his school uniform revealing his evident arousal.

“Don’t… keep doing that… it keeps touching… it feels strange…”

“Strange? Want to touch it?”

“W-why touch something so strange…”

“It might not be strange once we get closer.”

“C-closer…”

Hyun-joon smiled at Ji-woo, who looked up with a mix of embarrassment and surprise, unable to finish his sentence. He pulled his hips back slightly before moving forward again with a distinct sound. Even though they were fully clothed with no skin contact, the motion felt incredibly suggestive.

“…damn, this is going to kill me.”

Though he was genuinely aroused, the physical contact was meant to be playful. He enjoyed seeing Ji-woo’s sensitive reactions and hoped he might seek comfort in his embrace.

But contrary to his initial intentions, things had gotten completely out of hand. It was his miscalculation. The consequences of not considering that he might be the one in trouble, rather than Ji-woo, were severe.

“…w-what should we do…”

Ji-woo’s gaze briefly fell to the obvious tension in Hyun-joon’s uniform pants before quickly looking away. Seeing Ji-woo turn his head with a reddened face, as if he’d seen something forbidden, only intensified Hyun-joon’s condition.

“Let’s go home quickly.”

“…Can you even walk?”

“Just a minute. I’ll try to calm down. I know how.”

Hyun-joon separated himself from Ji-woo and walked to the window. Looking outside, he tried to think of things that would cool him down – faces that usually killed both his arousal and appetite.

Baek Ju-seung’s face as he said goodbye like they’d meet again, the chatty principal, that bastard PE teacher who pushed his shoulder with a baton…

Ah, it seemed to be working. The tension was easing slightly. He placed his hands on the windowsill, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. He closed his eyes to try recalling those unpleasant faces again.

But behind his closed eyelids, he saw Ji-woo’s face instead. The face when he’d told him they’d naturally live together even without wishing for it. Ah, damn. This isn’t good… Hyun-joon tried desperately to think of something else.

‘Why didn’t you read my messages… I sent so many… You didn’t answer calls either. I was worried.’

But again, he saw Ji-woo’s face, almost crying while asking why he couldn’t be reached. His whining was incredibly endearing and attractive.

Ah… damn. This isn’t helping.

The tension that had started to subside returned stronger. He kept seeing Ji-woo’s face when he burst into tears after receiving flowers. Those long eyelashes heavy with tears, those clear, soft cheeks becoming wet… He looked pitiful and sorry, vulnerable yet incredibly cute.

And… it happened again.

Opening his eyes, Lee Hyun-joon covered his mouth with the hand that had been holding the window frame. There was no solution. He realized clearly that nothing would work. The world seemed completely filled with Seo Ji-woo, as if he’d forgotten how to think about anything else.

If he kept enduring until this subsided, he’d clearly never graduate. Hyun-joon slightly turned his head to look at Ji-woo, who was sitting quietly waiting for him on the desk where he’d placed him. Even with some distance between them, the smell of castella cake wafted through the air. It smelled so delicious he wanted to rush over and devour it all.

“…I need to go to the bathroom for a moment. Wait just 10, no, 15 minutes.”

“Seo Ji-woo, what do you mean by ‘help’?”

“…”

“What are you going to help with? You know why I’m going to the bathroom. You know why I’m like this.”

Now that he was closer, Ji-woo couldn’t meet his eyes and just moved his lips silently, which Hyun-joon found incredibly endearing. He didn’t mind if Ji-woo didn’t touch him. Just the fact that Ji-woo had such thoughts for him was enough. Even if he had to take care of it himself, just having Ji-woo kiss him or call his name would be more than wonderful.

“Should we do it here instead of going? Right here in front of you?”

Hyun-joon smiled at Ji-woo, who couldn’t verbally respond but nodded. He tilted his head and deeply kissed Ji-woo’s lips. The moment their tongues met, he could sense Ji-woo’s pheromones becoming stronger. Just realizing that Ji-woo was as excited as he was made him feel close to the edge.

Wow, that was close.

Lee Hyun-joon held Seo Ji-woo’s tongue, which tasted like castella, and unbuckled his school uniform pants with one hand. When they first entered the music room, it felt a bit chilly inside despite being indoors because it was so cold outside, but now, with their pheromones flowing out, it didn’t feel cold at all.

“……”

Seo Ji-woo watched Lee Hyun-joon resolve it on his own. He thought that he just had to wait a little bit, just a little bit longer, as it would be over soon, but he kept getting curious. He was curious about Lee Hyun-joon’s face as he exhaled roughly, and also… he was curious about what he had seen earlier, down there. It was so embarrassing that he could go crazy, but strangely, he didn’t dislike this situation. He liked that Lee Hyun-joon was excited because of him.

“……”

Seo Ji-woo exhaled briefly as he turned his head slightly and saw Lee Hyun-joon’s hand moving faster than before. He wondered what would happen if he really touched Lee Hyun-joon, just as Lee Hyun-joon sometimes jokingly said. Seo Ji-woo gathered his courage and reached out to Lee Hyun-joon, lowering his hand that was gripping near Lee Hyun-joon’s waist.

Their breathing was heavy. Lee Hyun-joon caught his breath and gently stroked Seo Ji-woo’s cheek.

“Was it good?”

“Yeah. What about you, Hyun-joon? Did you like it too?”

“I didn’t just like it, I died.”

Lee Hyun-joon closed his eyes, pretending to die, and then laughed and lightly kissed Seo Ji-woo’s lips again.

“It was so good. Because you looked at me, because you were so warm, and also because you like me.”

Seo Ji-woo smiled brightly at Lee Hyun-joon’s kind words and pressed their lips together a few more times before looking down at the wet feeling.

“Ah, I’ll wipe it off for you. Just a moment.”

Lee Hyun-joon, who had been staring blankly at the traces that needed to be wiped here and there, took off his school uniform jacket and unbuttoned his school uniform shirt.

“… Why are you taking off your clothes?”

“It’s not a good idea to go get tissues like this. We should roughly clean up before going out or not.”

Lee Hyun-joon took off his school uniform shirt, leaving only a short-sleeved t-shirt on, and wiped Seo Ji-woo’s body with the part of the shirt where there were no buttons. Seo Ji-woo, who was looking somewhere else out of embarrassment and just blinking his eyes, was so cute.

All day long, Lee Hyun-joon felt like he had become a damn happy fool who could only think that Seo Ji-woo was cute, lovely, pretty, sexy, and that he liked him so much he could die.

“It’s done. Even if it’s still a bit sticky, just bear with it for a little while. Just until we get home. I’ll wash you when we get there.”

“… You’ll wash me?”

“Yeah. Can’t we wash together now?”

“That, that’s… different. That’s that, and… washing is washing.”

“Wow, suddenly acting conservative now, pretending you didn’t do it?”

Lee Hyun-joon laughed, teasing Seo Ji-woo, and put his clothes on properly. Once he regained some of his senses, he could see where they were and the situation properly. His reason, which had returned to normal, instructed him.

The graduation ceremony was over. So, before Seo Ji-woo catches a cold, hurry up and leave this dusty and chilly music room and go home.

“Can you walk? No, standing comes first. Come down and try standing.”

Since they had been doing that on the desk for quite a while, Lee Hyun-joon thought that Seo Ji-woo’s legs might have lost all strength. Lee Hyun-joon held Seo Ji-woo’s hand as he got off the desk and helped him stand on his two feet. Fortunately, Seo Ji-woo stood firmly on the floor with his two feet.

“Come, come over here.”

Lee Hyun-joon took three or four steps back and clapped his hands, telling Seo Ji-woo to walk over to him on his own. Seo Ji-woo laughed softly as he looked at Lee Hyun-joon.

“It’s not like I’m learning to walk, what is that? I’m fine.”

“Learning to walk? It suits you damn well. Ji-woo, come here to daddy.”