Double Junk - 8

Chapter 8

08

Seokju turned around quickly at Ajin’s call. He was standing in front of the liquor cabinet in one corner of the common room, holding two expensive whiskey bottles in his hands. His attire was as usual, wearing only an undershirt with a robe draped over it.

But something was different in his expression. His eyes were darker, and his sharp jaw was as sharp as a knife. Deep-set eyes were filled with annoyance and fatigue. He had lost weight, and his muscles were more pronounced, visible through the robe.

“What’s up with you?” Seokju asked in a gruff voice. If Ajin tried any funny business, he seemed ready to use the hefty whiskey bottle as a weapon. Ajin swallowed his words.

“Uh, I’m Ajin…”

“What?”

“I mean, I’m one of the servants here.”

Seokju’s face displayed utter confusion, like he had no idea who Ajin was. Ajin let out a short sigh, rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

“My hair…”

Ajin lowered the forelock he had pushed back. It was divided into four strands due to the rain, but still, he hoped Seokju would recognize him this way.

Seokju’s eyes narrowed slightly. He seemed to recall who Ajin was.

Ajin laboriously climbed the stairs to the common room. Water dripped from his hair. Ajin quickly wiped it away with his hand and onto his pants. It was a relief that Seokju didn’t just smack him with that heavy whiskey bottle.

“Do you want some alcohol?”

Seokju remained silent.

“You shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach. You haven’t eaten lunch or dinner.”

Ajin mumbled as he closed the door to the liquor cabinet that Seokju had left open.

Seokju stared at him intently. Ajin’s white, thin arms moved slowly. His slender waist, concave back, and prominent shoulder blades, which twitched with every movement, exuded an odd atmosphere.

Add to that the flushed pink n1pples and areolas that had bulged due to the cold.

Watching this, Seokju suddenly remembered a young man he had seen in a gambling den. He was among the prostitutes, shamelessly flaunting his legs. He had messy hair, an elongated neck, and exposed his legs shamelessly. The man had trembled with fear, his legs shaking, and his body quivering. That man had left a black mark in his memory. He hadn’t been significant enough for Seokju to remember him on his own.

…I probably didn’t see his face back then.

Seokju, with his disheveled hair, looked at Ajin’s face that was slowly becoming visible through the gaps. As he did, a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on Ajin’s lips.

There’s a young man here. What a lucky discovery. Since there were no prostitutes, why not make use of a young man? If he could sleep for a couple of hours, even if it meant embracing a man with a hard lower body, why wouldn’t he take the opportunity?

In Ajin’s dreamless sleep, these thoughts were uttered with his plump lips.

“Shall I prepare some snacks for you? There might be some leftovers from dinner-”

“Come here.”

“…Yes? Oh, sure.”

Ajin limped closer to Seokju. He stopped a couple of steps away and lowered his head slightly. In response, Seokju took a big step toward him. The strong scent of alcohol wafted over.

Seokju seemed to have already had quite a bit to drink. Ajin opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Seokju abruptly flipped Ajin’s forelock backward.

“Uh…”

With a forceful tug, Ajin’s head was thrown backward. He fell over with his upper body, reflexively waving his hands, and grabbing Seokju’s robe in the process. His fingers brushed against the smooth fabric. Then, he regained his balance, but in doing so, he quickly let go of the robe. He unfolded the crumpled robe, brushing it lightly.

All the while, he kept a wary eye on Seokju.

“…?”

Seokju remained silent, showing no signs of reaction. Ajin blinked his eyes and looked up at Seokju in the dim, lantern-like light.

In the dusky glow, Ajin’s face was clearly visible. His forehead, which rose gently. Large eyes that were so big that one would wonder how they could be hidden by hair. Thick, dewy eyelashes that clung like dewdrops. A sharp, straight nose like a polished jewel. Plump and red lips. Cheeks that had turned pale from the cold. A slender jawline. And a slender neck.

Seokju’s eyes twitched.

Regardless of appearance, he wasn’t one to embrace men, but with a body like this and a face like that, there might be no harm in trying. He had even entertained a boy back in Japan.

What was this guy Myungjin up to? He had a young man in the house and hadn’t said a word until now.

Seokju resolved to scold him severely tomorrow as he tossed the whiskey he had been holding onto a stack of cushions. Ajin, who was startled, stared at it. Seokju then grabbed his wrist.

“Let’s go.”

“Go where? Where are we going?”

“I’ll pay you well.”

Ajin cocked his head in confusion. He couldn’t understand what Seokju meant by “let’s go” and “I’ll pay you well.” Was he planning to go outside in this pouring rain? To buy something? Or was he asking Ajin to go somewhere and come back?

Ajin hesitated and Seokju pulled his hand with a force like crashing waves.

Ajin was “dragged” into Seokju’s room. Before he could even feel the joy of finally entering that room he was so curious about, before he could look around the spacious room as if four servants’ rooms were connected, he was pushed and fell face down onto the bed. Fortunately, the thick blanket cushioned his fall, so it didn’t hurt.

Even in the midst of struggling to free himself from the blanket, Ajin worried about whether the rainwater on his body would stain the expensive bedding, whether it would leave stains, and what he would do if he were asked to wash it. He could wash it as much as needed, but washing this kind of fabric could lead to trouble.

While Ajin was wriggling to get out from under the blanket, his clothes suddenly slipped down next to him. It was Seokju’s robe. Ajin turned his head quickly when he saw it.

Seokju sat down on the bed, his knees on the blanket. Then he moved towards Ajin. His elongated collarbone and bulky muscles, along with dark, sunken irises, were intimidating.

Seokju grabbed Ajin’s wet thigh. As he did, the loosely tied pants slipped down easily.

Ajin’s eyes widened. It was only now that he realized what Seokju meant when he said he would pay well.

He wanted to buy his body. Spend the night with him. Have s3x with him. Why on earth would he want a man like Ajin? There were female servants in the house, after all. Not to mention plenty of pretty maids who could be seen as well.

Ajin didn’t know what to do, and while he was in a state of shock, Seokju grabbed his wrist and pulled him close.

Ajin was dragged into Seokju’s room. Before he could even feel the joy of finally entering that room he was so curious about, before he could look around the spacious room as if four servants’ rooms were connected, he was pushed and fell face down onto the bed. Fortunately, the thick blanket cushioned his fall, so it didn’t hurt.

Even in the midst of struggling to free himself from the blanket, Ajin worried about whether the rainwater on his body would stain the expensive bedding, whether it would leave stains, and what he would do if he were asked to wash it. He could wash it as much as needed, but washing this kind of fabric could lead to trouble.

While Ajin was wriggling to get out from under the blanket, his clothes suddenly slipped down next to him. It was Seokju’s robe. Ajin turned his head quickly when he saw it.

Seokju sat down on the bed, his knees on the blanket. Then he moved towards Ajin. His elongated collarbone and bulky muscles, along with dark, sunken irises, were intimidating.

Seokju grabbed Ajin’s wet thigh. As he did, the loosely tied pants slipped down easily.

Ajin’s eyes widened. It was only now that he realized what Seokju meant when he said he would pay well.

He wanted to buy his body. Spend the night with him. Have s3x with him. Why on earth would he want a man like Ajin? There were female servants in the house, after all. Not to mention plenty of pretty maids who could be seen as well.

Ajin didn’t know what to do, and while he was in a state of shock, Seokju grabbed his wrist and pulled him close.

“Boss.”

“Yeah.”

“Boss, I don’t sell my body.”

“Why? Not selling it anymore?”

“No, it’s not that-”

“I’ll pay you generously for today.”

Seokju buried his face in Ajin’s neck. Beyond the pungent scent of rain, he could smell Ajin’s natural fragrance. It was soft and clean, like the scent of freshly laundered bedding. It was like the fragrance of white flowers blooming in an untouched greenhouse. Plus, it had the chill of rain-soaked, cold body temperature.

Seokju was on the verge of falling asleep right there.

He opened his eyes forcefully and spread his tongue wide, licking up Ajin’s neck. He didn’t usually have a hobby of licking a man’s body, but he was curious about Ajin’s original scent hidden beneath the rain.

Ajin shuddered at the unfamiliar sensation. His sapphire blue irises wandered aimlessly. The bulb-shaped light fixture hanging from the ceiling was causing confusion.

Seokju’s breath on his skin grew increasingly warmer. He seemed to have a high body temperature, almost as if he had a fever. He had claimed he couldn’t stand the heat, but his body temperature was remarkably high.

Ajin, lost in thought, suddenly snapped out of it when Seokju opened his mouth wide and began sucking on his chest and n1pples. The cold n1pples gradually warmed against Seokju’s tongue.

“Boss! Please, Boss, don’t do this.”

Ajin pushed Seokju’s shoulders. It was unheard of for someone lower in status to touch the body of someone higher, but there was no other choice now. If he continued to be in a daze like this, he would end up becoming a servant without any resistance.

However, with his slender wrist, Ajin couldn’t push away the burly man who was 190 cm tall. Instead, his wrist was grabbed tightly. Seokju’s grip was incredibly strong. It felt like his wrist might break. Ajin’s eyes welled up with tears from the pain.

“Boss, it hurts…”

At that moment, Seokju pressed his handsome face right up to Ajin’s. His cold face felt like ice. Ajin held his breath and stiffened. Seokju spoke softly in a low voice.

“I don’t like people who talk too much. It feels like my head’s going to split if it gets too noisy. Even now, I feel like my head’s about to burst because of the sound of the rain.”

“…Yes?”

“It’s noisy, you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m so… sorry.”

Ajin apologized with his head bent while lying beneath Seokju. Having lived as a servant all his life, his body instinctively moved to avoid displeasing his master. Seokju brushed Ajin’s hair aside with his large hand.

“Just be quiet. I won’t force you to do it. Just stay quiet.”

Ajin had no idea what Seokju meant by “suck” or “spread,” but he couldn’t figure it out. He knew how s3x worked in a general sense but had no detailed knowledge. In the gambling den, Ajin had only done jobs like working in the kitchen and selling cigarettes.

It seemed like Seokju was telling him to stay still and quiet. Maybe he shouldn’t ask for clarification. If he kept complaining, Seokju might just rip out his tongue.