Double Junk - 18
Chapter 18
Seokju stared at Ajin’s face in a daze, and Ajin, with a pointed upper lip, said, “Don’t call me pretty.”
Seokju chuckled quietly at his insistence. It was quite wicked of you to have a face like this and not want to hear that.
Seokju gently ran his thumb over Ajin’s delicate eyebrows and asked, “Don’t you know that you’re handsome too?”
“Huh?”
“Because you take care of your appearance.”
“Just because the florist lady told me to. I live in the wrong era; if I show my face, I’ll get married.”
Ajin scratched his eyebrows as if they were itchy. Seokju moved his hand to Ajin’s cheek. The plump and tender cheeks were as white as a full moon. Seokju was afraid that his hand might crease his cheek, so he touched it gently. Ajin allowed his warm palm to caress his face, seemingly without complaint.
“Is the florist lady a shaman?”
“Kind of. But everything she says is right.”
Seokju nodded. It seemed like I had discovered a hidden treasure that the florist lady had hidden away. While looking at Ajin’s face, Seokju whispered softly.
“Okay. Don’t cut your hair. Don’t show your face to others. Lower your head whenever possible.”
Seokju had no intention of revealing this treasure to the world. Instead, he wanted to hide it where even the florist lady couldn’t find it. Although I had no right to do so, I felt that way.
Ajin chuckled at Seokju’s serious words. “You say the same things as the florist lady.”
He shook his head and pulled his face out of Seokju’s hand. Then, he turned his body slowly. Seokju ended up only staring at the back of Ajin’s head. Seokju wanted to complain, but Ajin was faster and gave him a flick.
“I’m sleepy.”
“…Okay.”
Seokju couldn’t say anything. If he complained for no reason, Ajin might suddenly get up and leave. It was best not to bother people too much, and Seokju was well aware of that.
Seokju embraced Ajin from behind as he wanted. Ajin’s cool body exhaled a deep breath. From his abundant and soft hair, a strange herbal scent wafted. Even the back of his neck had a fresh scent. Seokju’s lips curled up without a purpose.
Seokju, and even Ajin, had a slight smile. Seokju snuggled up to Ajin’s back and inhaled deeply. The scent of fresh herbs was incredibly comforting, and Seokju felt like he was in heaven.
“Boss, you’re really warm.”
Ajin said with closed eyes. Seokju stroked Ajin’s cheek gently with his hand.
“You’re cold. That’s probably why you sleep well.”
“Am I a substitute for a heated blanket?”
“Don’t you have a heated blanket? But mine is warmer.”
Ajin’s reply was accompanied by a light chuckle. He turned his head back to look at Seokju. Seokju looked at the back of Ajin’s head. Seokju wanted to complain, but Ajin was faster and gave him a flick.
“I’m sleepy.”
“…Okay.”
Seokju couldn’t say anything. If he complained for no reason, Ajin might suddenly get up and leave. It was best not to bother people too much, and Seokju was well aware of that.
Seokju embraced Ajin from behind as he wanted. Ajin’s cool body exhaled a deep breath. From his abundant and soft hair, a strange herbal scent wafted. Even the back of his neck had a fresh scent. Seokju’s lips curled up without a purpose.
Seokju, and even Ajin, had a slight smile. Seokju snuggled up to Ajin’s back and inhaled deeply. The scent of fresh herbs was incredibly comforting, and Seokju felt like he was in heaven.
“Boss, you’re really warm.”
Ajin said with closed eyes. Seokju stroked Ajin’s cheek gently with his hand.
“You’re cold. That’s probably why you sleep well.”
“Am I a substitute for a heated blanket?”
“Don’t you have a heated blanket? But mine is warmer.”
Ajin’s reply was accompanied by a light chuckle. He turned his head back to look at Seokju.
“…”
“…”
A brief silence passed. Ajin pushed his belly forward and separated from Seokju’s lower body. Even though Seokju remained still, Ajin seemed to be squirming on his own. It was starting to feel like there might be a real snake between his legs.
If he was going to move secretly, he should either make it bigger or not at all. It was enormous, and it was burning like a heated iron rod, so there was no way to ignore it.
Seokju bit his lower lip, then let go. “Sorry. It’s not something I can control.”
Ajin let out a deep sigh. Well, if the pepper moves on its own, it’s as if a snake is wandering between your legs. Ajin was a man, so he knew that the pepper could be quite unruly.
He seemed to have no choice but to pull away from Seokju’s embrace. Seokju grabbed his waist and pulled him back toward himself. Then, he whispered something in Ajin’s ear that was meant to be provocative.
“Can I put it between your thighs?”
“What? The pepper? My thighs?”
“Yeah. It’s uncomfortable if it keeps poking.”
Ajin’s mouth hung open. It was such a ridiculous thing that it left him speechless. Seokju said it seriously, and that left Ajin at a loss for words.
He couldn’t find the right words to respond, so he just mumbled. Unable to find a response, Ajin only mumbled, and Seokju naturally raised Ajin’s thigh and slipped it between his own. Then he let go of Ajin’s thigh.
“Ah…”
Ajin shivered at the strange sensation. The way it was moving between his legs brought back memories of that night.
Entwined bodies, pressing chests, flowing sweat and tears, the heat, the pleasure that pierced through the entire body, the throbbing sensation below the navel, the tingling sensation.
Ajin’s cheeks turned increasingly red. Seokju’s warm breath brushed against his ear. Startled, Ajin quickly pulled away from Seokju’s hold and closed his eyes. Seokju’s laughter, as if he found it amusing, could be faintly heard.
Ajin thought about what he had to do tomorrow. Cooking, washing dishes, cleaning the veranda, brushing the floor, doing laundry, and such things. And Ajin’s pepper began to feel more familiar.
Ajin fell asleep without even realizing it.
And thankfully, throughout the night, Seokju didn’t confuse Ajin’s thighs and buttocks.
The next night, when the snores of the other workers had reached their peak, Ajin stealthily crawled out of the room. Wearing a clown’s expression, he crept down the hallway like a cat.
Standing in front of Seokju’s door, he took a deep breath and knocked softly. Unlike yesterday, the door opened immediately. Seokju, dressed in a shirt and with a cigarette in his mouth, grinned at Ajin, who hesitated.
Ajin entered the room while Seokju patted his head, allowing himself to be pampered. “Ajin, you’re here early.”
“Um… I had some extra time.”
Ajin melted his words away. Seokju chuckled.
“Is that so?”
Seokju closed the door and, leaning against it, cocked his head, looking at Ajin’s face. His gaze was overly insistent and lengthy. The feeling of the prickly cheeks made Ajin scratch his face with his fingers, and Seokju grabbed his hand to stop it. Then, Seokju frowned at the small scars on his hand.
“Why are you making a handsome face look so unsightly?”
“It’s itchy, that’s why…”
“Go wash your face. There’s a lotion next to the soap.”
“Lotion?”
“It’s in a white tube labeled ‘lotion.’ Wash your face and apply it.”
Seokju looked down at Ajin with a firm grip on his hand. The gaze was overly insistent and lengthy. Ajin’s cheeks felt itchy, and he scratched his face with his fingers. Seokju grabbed his hand to stop him, and he frowned at the small scars on Ajin’s hand.
“Why are you making a handsome face look so unsightly?”
“It’s itchy, that’s why…”
“Go wash your face. There’s a lotion next to the soap.”
“Lotion?”
“It’s in a white tube labeled ‘lotion.’ Wash your face and apply it.”
Seokju glanced down at Ajin, who was still rubbing his hand.