Double Junk - 184

Ajin invariably had a dream. But it was quite different from the dreams he had before.

The reason was that his previous dreams were memories. Scenes of experiences he had lived through. But today’s dream was truly a dream. A complete dream, pure imagination.

How did he know? Because he had s3x with Seokju…….

Well, one could brush it off, thinking, sure, they’ve spent nights together before. But the problem was…… there were two of them.

In other words, there was Seokju from his past life and Seokju from his current life. He was sandwiched between them, enduring all sorts of lewd acts. He was kneaded by their large hands, licked by red and hot tongues, penetrated by cocks like huge snakes, and it was utterly chaotic.

No matter where he tried to escape, there was Seokju. He couldn’t move an inch. It was more promiscuous and sordid than any of his previous lustful dreams.

When he woke up, he was completely dazed. His hair, soaked in sweat, wasn’t just sticky but embarrassing. How focused must he have been in the dream to sweat like this…… And his hard lower body, what was he supposed to do about that…….

Ajin stared at his bulging pants and suddenly ran to the bathroom. He stood under the water until his body was ice-cold.

After a while, he came out. The electronic clock showed two in the morning, and the quiet room was filled with the sound of rain.

Ajin slumped onto the sofa and rubbed his wet hair. But just moving made heat rise again, so he threw the towel carelessly and lay down.

“Haaa…….”

Ajin let out a deep breath. His bl00d was boiling. Not in the metaphorical sense of youthful vigor, but literally boiling. Not cool like water, but thick and heavy like porridge. It felt like there were heating elements in his veins. The pitter-patter of rain on the window only made his head feel like it would split.

Ajin took deep breaths, focusing on the air conditioning. He tried to kill the Seokju filling his head, his naked body, and his sticky gaze.

I should sleep. I must sleep. Sleep. Please. Just stop. I want to sleep.

Wishing this, he squeezed his eyes shut. But he ultimately failed to fall asleep. The lewd thoughts only grew larger.

“Fvck…….”

Ajin covered his eyes with his arm and muttered a curse. Then he suddenly got up.

I’ll go to the study. I’ll look at books. Or watch a drama. Anything is better than just sitting blankly.

Ajin put on loose home wear pants and a roomy short-sleeved shirt and left the room. His steps instinctively turned toward the kitchen. There, he filled a large cup with ice. Rolling an ice cube in his mouth, he headed to the study. At the corridor, he saw Seokju standing there.

Ajin quickly spun half a turn and hid behind the corner. Then he closed his eyes tight and blamed himself.

Why am I hiding? Seokju has no way of knowing about the dream he had.

Biting his lip, Ajin’s heels were trembling when he heard Seokju’s soft laughter. His shaking legs suddenly stopped. Pressed against the corner, Ajin peeked out half his face.

Seokju was on a phone call. Holding a phone in one hand and a coffee mug in the other, he seemed to have stopped in the kitchen before returning to the room to take the call.

Well, that seemed normal. But his faint smile bothered him. It was a face he often saw. That very face at the company. He smiled like that at women half a head shorter. And he also smiles brightly at men.

Yes. He had smiled at that woman in the elevator too.

A forgotten scene surfaced. Discomfort and irritation surged simultaneously.

Seokju was unnecessarily handsome, unnecessarily warm, and unnecessarily kind. Even if he was different from the Seokju in his past life. They were too different.

What if he’s not close to Myeongjin? He seems friendly with everyone in the world.

“No. It’s fine. Isn’t Hee-jin also working late?”

Seokju turned his body halfway. Then he leisurely sipped his coffee. Listening silently to the other person, he nodded.

“Yes. That seems like a good way to handle it. Yes, thank you. I’ll see you at the company on Monday.”

Yes, go in. Seokju ended the call with a short greeting. He ran his hand through his hair, looking tired. His hair, softly fallen in the late night, followed his hand’s movement.

Ajin, maintaining a neutral expression, entered the corridor.

“Why do you smile so much?”

“…… President? Aren’t you asleep?”

Seokju’s eyebrows rose at Ajin’s sudden voice. Putting his phone in his pocket, he approached Ajin with determined steps. Ajin just had to stand still and wait for him.

Leaning his weight on one leg and standing slightly askew, he looked up at Seokju dissatisfiedly.

“Didn’t I ask first? Why do you smile so much?”

“…… Me?”

“Yes, secretary.”

“I’m not…… particularly smiley.”

Seokju touched his lips and denied it. Ajin’s eyes narrowed sharply.

“That’s right. You don’t smile much in front of me. But you seem to smile a lot at company people. Your voice is soft, kind.”

“Ah…… It’s part of my job.”

“Is flirting with women part of your job?”

Such a thing being a job. You’re a pervert. Ajin barely swallowed the nasty words rising. Calling Seokju a pervert to his face. Something he would never have thought of before. It seemed he was mixing with the original Ajin.

Seokju looked down at Ajin’s face, twisted by petty irritation, and defended himself in a low voice.

“To understand the company atmosphere and know what rumors are circulating, I need to make some effort.”

“Effort? Smiling is effort?”

“Yes. Smiling when I don’t want to is effort.”

“…….”

“Knowing the company atmosphere, understanding what employees think of the president makes it easier to determine the company’s management direction. These days, employees are as important as customers.”

“…….”

“Besides, there’s nothing wrong with me being kind to others as the president’s person.”

“The president’s person…….”

“But if you dislike it, I’ll stop.”

Seokju spoke decisively. If Ajin truly disliked it, he seemed ready to become unfriendly to everyone in the world. His voice was stiff and flat, yet somehow seemed in a good mood. This could be gauged by his softened gaze and the subtle smile at the corner of his mouth.

Ajin liked his demeanor. Especially the phrase “as the president’s person.” That sentence particularly pleased him.

Ajin’s cheeks, swollen with spite, deflated like a punctured balloon. Moving the ice cup to his other hand, he looked up at Seokju. Seokju, holding a warm coffee cup, met his gaze firmly. It was a silent question of whether he had anything more to say.

Ajin opened his mouth, then closed it. His pretty navy-blue pupils moved restlessly. After pondering something briefly, he spoke with difficulty.

“Why… do you keep… using formal speech?”

“Yes?”

“No, something… just came to mind. I once argued with my brother about formal speech.”

“…Shall I stop?”

“I don’t know.”

Ajin furrowed his brow slightly and shook his head. He really didn’t know. He hoped Seokju would use informal speech with him. It would be nice to hear him call “Ajin” in that low, heavy voice. Being called “president” wasn’t bad either. It felt like having Seokju, standing at the pinnacle of masculinity, beneath his feet.

While Ajin looked at his reflection in Seokju’s pitch-black pupils, suddenly something warm trickled down his nose. Ajin casually brought his hand to his nose. But shock filled Seokju’s eyes.

“President.”

Approaching quickly, he gently wrapped his hand around Ajin’s nape. Red liquid flowed down his chin. Wiping it with the back of his hand, Ajin belatedly realized he was having a nosebleed.

Was it because he hadn’t been sleeping recently? About a week had passed since Juhyuk’s birthday party. During that time, he hadn’t slept more than three hours. So a nosebleed was understandable.

“I’m fine.”

As Ajin casually wiped his nosebleed, Seokju put down his coffee cup on the console. He took away the ice cup Ajin was holding and pulled him to the bathroom at the end of the corridor. Ajin obediently followed.

Entering the bathroom, Seokju sat Ajin on the sink shelf and brought a towel, placing it under his nose. When Ajin kept tilting his head back unconsciously, Seokju gently held his nape to prevent it. This was to prevent bl00d from flowing into his throat or windpipe.

“Am I hurt somewhere?”

Ajin, with the towel blocking his nose, asked Seokju about his physical condition. Seokju, examining him with a serious expression, shook his head.

“No. I believe it’s because you haven’t been sleeping.”

“Oh…….”

Ajin nodded. So that was it. If it wasn’t an illness, he didn’t care. From Seokju’s reaction, it seemed to have happened several times before.

While Ajin blankly stared into space waiting for the nosebleed to stop, Seokju wiped the dried bl00d from Ajin’s chin and washed his hands. Then he massaged his forearms and calves.

Those touches felt very good. Cool and refreshing. His body, tingling from the nosebleed, seemed to become soft and pliable.

Fortunately, the nosebleed stopped quickly. Ajin removed the towel and washed his face with cold water. After carefully washing up to his philtrum and shaking off the water from his hands, Seokju handed him a new towel and asked,

“Aren’t you going to masturbate?”

At those words, Ajin froze stiff.