Double Junk - 101

Tsk, Ki-heon, with his tongue moistened, lit the cigarette himself. Soon, wisps of white smoke billowed from his nostrils. He puffed several times, leaving an impression as he pleased. His wrinkled forehead twitched.

“Oh, smoking something strong. If you smoke this kind of thing, you’ll die early… Oh, what was I saying? Oh, right. The wedding. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. It’s just… me getting what I deserve for living wrong, right?”

Seokju sighed tiredly at Ki-heon’s incessant monologue. Ki-heon was annoying. I couldn’t understand why I had to endure this kind of trickery.

But then, as Ki-heon leaned his arm on the desk, he gently scratched Seokju’s feelings.

“Oh, Chairman Kang. Why pretend not to know? Haven’t you suffered too?”

“…?”

“That… your beloved brother is still in the hospital? Because he got stabbed by a whore? Seems like you have a bad habit of messing around. Well, serves you right. With women.”

Ki-heon waved his hand dismissively. It was a gesture that would have warranted a pat on the shoulder or forearm if Myungjin were present. Cracks appeared in Seokju’s impassive face. It was difficult to bear Myungjin’s story.

Sensing these cracks, Ki-heon chuckled and licked his lips.

“Looks like it’s not healing. It seems like it’s been a while since the injury… Yeah, it sucks to get stabbed in the lung, really. I know because I got stabbed in the chest when I was young.”

Ki-heon lightly brushed his chest. Whether there were real knife marks there was known only to Ki-heon himself.

Seokju tapped the cigarette on the ashtray and adjusted his posture. He didn’t want to listen to Ki-heon’s grating voice anymore. After all this circling around, it seemed appropriate to get to the point. Of course, Ki-heon, who had come this far, would know the point.

“Why did you come here? Bringing even the employees with you so aggressively.”

“Oh, uh. I have a gift for Chairman Kang. I wanted to inform you in advance so you wouldn’t be too surprised.”

“…?”

“I’ll make sure you receive it within this week, okay?”

Seokju’s gaze turned cold. A gift. It wasn’t something to be pleased about between Ki-heon and Seokju. It resonated with words like drug dealer, grenade, betrayal, robbery, and so on.

Seokju’s mind raced. He was gauging the gift Ki-heon was talking about.

Since he mentioned Myungjin earlier, was it a veiled threat to him? Or was it to return the bomb? Or was there another hidden meaning?

His fingers, hidden under the desk, moved busily. Ki-heon laughed as he waved his hand. He pushed his cigarette against the end of Seokju’s extinguished one.

“Oh, it’s not something bad. It’s not a bomb, not arson, not a knife, so don’t worry too much.”

“…?”

“Just, um, yeah. Flowers. You know, like flowers. Harmless, beautiful, makes you feel good. Something like that.”

Ki-heon nodded to himself, satisfied with his analogy, and chuckled alone. Then he stood up, saying he would leave. The member of the Jung-ho faction behind him quickly pulled out his chair. He also handed him a sturdy coat and a firm hat.

Ki-heon put them on without hesitation and turned away. Seokju, watching his retreating figure, stood up from his chair.

His Adam’s apple throbbed. Ki-heon had openly declared his intentions and left, so preparations had to be made firmly. You never knew where, when, or how things would happen. He clenched his teeth.

“Oh, Chairman Kang!”

Ki-heon suddenly turned around and called out to Seokju. Seokju looked at him, his face full of tension. Ki-heon smiled as he spoke.

“I had one thing I was curious about. Back then. That… friend who lost his legs.”

“…?”

For a moment, Seokju felt resistance as if the world had stopped. Gravity distorted, the sky seemed to sink to the ground, a feeling like that. His body felt too heavy, as if his feet were stuck to the ground.

His pupils shrank like pinholes. In contrast, his irises widened slightly and flickered hesitantly. It was the eyes of an enraged tiger.

However, Ki-heon didn’t even blink at Seokju’s fierce glare. He just continued to smirk and speak.

“That friend, how’s he doing?”

“…”

“He’s a cripple, but he has such a good impression that he comes to mind sometimes.”

“…”

“Send my regards. I hope he’s doing well.”

It was difficult to distinguish whether it was sarcasm or sincerity. Without waiting for a response, Ki-heon left the company. Rough-looking gang members followed him out. Some even spat on the floor without fear.

Taeho-pa organization members chewed out the gangsters behind their backs. Some excitedly rushed at them, only to be held back by others.

“…”

Seokju crushed the half-empty cigarette pack in his hand. Despite throwing bombs and killing Ki-heon’s family, he felt strangely defeated.

It was all because of one reason: guilt weighing on his conscience.

* * *

“Ah… oh, yes… Sir, I like it… oh! I like it…”

Supporting himself against the wall, Ajin moaned ecstatically. Every time his hot and thick member thrust backward, his vision flashed. The dull wall turned into the sky, a flower garden, or a stormy night.

“Ha…”

Grasping Ajin’s hips and lower abdomen firmly, Seokju thrust his c0ck forcefully. Thanks to Ajin’s softened body from the aphrodisiac, his member went all the way in smoothly and then slipped out smoothly. Waves of ecstasy flowed down Seokju’s spine.

Normally, he would handle Ajin somewhat gently. But today, Seokju was relentless and merciless, persistently and cruelly pushing as if he wanted to pierce Ajin’s belly with his c0ck.

As Ajin trembled intermittently, struggling to swallow the aftermath, Seokju roughly scraped his glans against Ajin’s lower abdomen. Ajin, standing with wobbly legs, ejaculated several times uncontrollably. Then, he collapsed, exhausted.

With his head against the wall, his waist sagging, and his legs writhing like a newborn calf, Ajin felt like a powerless child. The shackles on his ankles made an unpleasant clinking sound.

Ajin’s energy dropped quickly these days. His stamina, which had soared strangely, quickly hit rock bottom, and the intense pleasure dulled.

As Ajin trembled intermittently, struggling to swallow the aftermath, Seokju roughly scraped his glans against Ajin’s lower abdomen. Ajin, standing with wobbly legs, ejaculated several times uncontrollably. Then, he collapsed, exhausted.

With his head against the wall, his waist sagging, and his legs writhing like a newborn calf, Ajin felt like a powerless child. The shackles on his ankles made an unpleasant clinking sound.

Ajin, with his lips trembling, turned around to look at Seokju, tears welling up in his eyelashes. Normally, Seokju would have laughed it off, pretended to lose and hugged Ajin. He would have adjusted his posture and kissed Ajin’s forehead or eyes.

Seokju was lenient with the drugged Ajin.

But not today. Seokju grabbed Ajin’s hips and forced him to stand up.

“Stand up.”

With trembling legs, Ajin shuffled, pressing his back firmly against the wall. He thought that being in this position would make it easier to withstand.

Now, Ajin wasn’t thinking about how to escape from Seokju or end this situation as quickly as possible. His first thought was how to endure until Seokju was satisfied.

Seokju stood close behind Ajin, resuming his thrusts. His eyes were cold.

“Just, um, yeah. Flowers. You know, like flowers. Harmless, beautiful, and receiving them makes you feel good. That sort of thing.”

Today afternoon, Ki-heon’s words lingered in Seokju’s mind. He couldn’t figure out what kind of gift he was talking about. If he had to guess, it seemed to be related to Ajin. Was he going to give Ajin away? But Ajin was already in his hands, in his possession. How dare he imply he could give or take away someone like that.

Seokju gritted his teeth. Then, he pulled Ajin’s buttocks towards himself and thrust his member deep inside. He even bit into Ajin’s shoulder, already marked with his bites.

Ajin’s shoulder blades twitched and convulsed. Thoughts raced through his mind that it felt like his stomach would burst, it was too deep, he was going to die, as hands grabbed onto his arms.

Seokju pushed those hands against the wall and buried his face in Ajin’s sweaty neck as he reached his climax.

Amidst the fading heat, Ajin’s ragged breathing, and the cooling sensation of Seokju’s body, there was a slight sense of unease.

Seokju emerged from the bathroom, his damp hair dripping. Dousing himself with cold water had cleared his mind. Even though he would likely be covered in sweat again in less than 5 minutes, he felt good for now.

Tossing the towel into the laundry basket, Seokju glanced into the room. Ajin, who had already washed up, was sitting wrapped in a robe, staring at the wave painting once more.

Now, it was familiar to see him lying on his side, too tired to sit up, blinking slowly as he looked at the painting. He had been like this for the past few days, lying like that and only looking at the painting.

Without a word, Seokju walked past him and fetched a blanket from the closet. He spread out the thick, soft blanket widely, leaving a pillow as well. He also took out the cotton blanket Ajin always used to cover himself.

Since he never allowed anyone else into the room after putting up the barrier, Seokju had to do everything himself. But it wasn’t as bothersome or cumbersome as dealing with someone else in this room, other than Ajin.