Double Junk - 85

Ajin endured Seokju’s desires for four days. It hurt like being stabbed with a knife after a strenuous exercise. Swollen, torn, and stretched, now he could easily take Seokju’s advances without any difficulty, even if he were to insert it directly.

Although the pain didn’t diminish, Seokju seemed satisfied that the hassle of turning him around had decreased.

“You… bastard…”

Ajin muttered Seokju’s reproach through his stiff and swollen throat. At the same time, a cough emerged, as if he were being punished for cursing Seokju.

“Cough, cough…”

Ajin coughed, wrapping his throat with his hands. The cold sensation of his skin could be felt.

“It’s cold…”

He raised the blanket, which was draped over his waist, up to his shoulders. It was Seokju’s, but it wasn’t like Seokju had covered him. Ajin had pulled it from the laundry basket near the bathroom during a doze.

The scent of Seokju was overwhelming, yet… pleasant. Because it allowed him to recall that warm body temperature that embraced him every night.

While Ajin indulged in such pointless fantasies, a distant creaking sound echoed, as if the floor was being stepped on.

Seokju’s house was spacious, with many residents. However, if you entered through the front door, turned left into the corridor, there were only Seokju and Myungjin’s rooms. But since Myungjin wasn’t at home now, if someone was coming, it could only be Seokju.

Ajin licked his dry lips. At the same time, the door opened with a thud, and a massive figure appeared – as expected, it was Seokju.

Seokju raised the switch next to the door. The room brightened. Ajin frowned, turning his head away from the dazzling light piercing his eyes.

“…”

Seokju looked at Ajin. He raised an eyebrow at Ajin, who was wearing his inside-out dress. Then he turned his head.

Seokju discarded his dress and jacket onto the sofa in one go. Then, pulling his tie, he headed to the study.

He acted as if Ajin wasn’t in the room. After the first glance, he didn’t bother to look at Ajin again. He continued sipping whiskey from the lined-up bottles, smoking a cigarette, and searching through papers while sitting in his chair.

In contrast, Ajin kept looking at Seokju. In his heart, he wanted to run over, curse him, and maybe even use a knife, but moving was too burdensome and painful. This way, he could just lie there, and when Seokju was finished with his work, if he opened his legs, he would have to accept it and faint again.

It would repeat until he paid back that damn one million won, continuously.

Ajin closed his eyes firmly. A silent tear rolled down from the corner of his eye, following the tear duct.

How long had it been? Ajin, who was chilled by the neglect, slowly rose. He wanted to wash. His throat was dry. He hadn’t eaten anything other than bathroom water for four days. Every time he drank the cold bathroom water, it felt like his throat was tearing, but he had no other choice.

It seemed like Seokju was trying to starve him to death.

Ajin loosely put on the dress, and with trembling legs, he headed towards the bathroom. Thanks to the fact that Deok was asleep in the bathroom, he could pass through the bathroom door with just two steps.

Then it happened. A solid voice pierced the back of Ajin’s head.

“You don’t greet me these days.”

Ajin, with a face halfway lost in thought, looked at Seokju. Suddenly, he was strange, talking about greetings.

Seokju, who had his back buried deep in the chair, smoked and stared at Ajin. He seemed to genuinely want to hear Ajin’s greeting.

And it made sense. Previously, Ajin used to bow his waist, bowing slightly, and greet him as soon as Seokju returned from work. “You’re here, boss,” or “Hello, boss,” or “Have you had dinner, boss?” He would say such words while shaking with a respectful nervousness.

Now, not doing so might be because there was no need to win his favor anymore, or maybe he hated the person who had bitten him like a dog.

Whatever the reason, Seokju seemed quite displeased. He wasn’t overly conventional, thinking that he must always receive greetings from subordinates, but, you know, something felt off.

…Damn.

Yeah. Honestly, it was regrettable.

Ajin, who used to laugh heartily while sticking to my side, was missed quite a bit. I wished Ajin could be warm to me even after tearing his small body apart.

It was a selfish and contradictory emotion, too shameless and inconsistent to express to anyone else.

“…”

Ajin didn’t say anything. The only thought in his head was, ‘Who cares about greetings.’

He didn’t want to greet Seokju, but he wasn’t in a state to do so even if he did. Opening his mouth was difficult, and producing a voice was challenging. Bending his waist here could undoubtedly result in a thud, a crash from head to the ground.

Silence filled the room. As Ajin scratched the bathroom door frame with his fingernails, Seokju put the cigarette in the ashtray. Then, tapping the right side of the desk with his index finger, he ordered in a low tone.

“Come here.”

“…”

At that, Ajin subtly shifted his gaze to the side. It was an attempt to pretend not to hear. Going there would undoubtedly result in getting hit, receiving Seokju’s genitals from behind, or hearing harsh words to the point of feeling nauseous. He didn’t want to go.

At Ajin’s feeble resistance, Seokju let out a small chuckle. He rested his chin on the back of his chair. Then, using a warmer tone than before, he called Ajin.

“Ajin.”

Ajin’s shoulders trembled. It was a familiar voice. A voice that called him affectionately. A voice full of affection and care. The real voice of Seokju that Ajin hadn’t heard for the past few days.

When doubts crept in, wondering if he misheard, or if it was an auditory hallucination.

“Come here.”

Seokju repeated the words affectionately. Ajin looked at Seokju with surprise.

There was a faint smile on Seokju’s lips. It was also a familiar face. The face that always looked at him with such an expression before going to sleep or when waking up. The Seokju who lay beside him always looked at him with that kind of expression.

‘Did you sleep well? You can sleep more.’

Ajin, as if possessed by something, took a step towards him. Although his steps were slow and precarious, there was no stopping. The robe slid softly on the floor. Breathing heavily with various colors, Ajin crossed the spacious room. When he finally reached the study, cold sweat had formed on his forehead.

Why did he approach Seokju so obediently and painfully? Well, actually, he knew.

Because Seokju had returned.

In case he embraced him again.

Because Seokju, who used to hold and cherish him, who used to care for him and love him, had come back.

In case he embraced him again.

It would be nice if it was just a bad joke, a light-hearted excuse, or if he apologized and bought that expensive and tasteless summer apple again.

“I’m sorry, boss.”

Ajin finally stood in front of him, leading his collapsed body. Seokju’s navy blue eyes were full of Ajin.

Seokju also looked at Ajin. The two gazes met at close range. Soon, Seokju’s lips slowly dropped.

Ajin stared at it as if piercing through. His eyelashes lifted slightly, and his earlobes tilted slightly backward. It happened when a dark expectation arose in his dark-brown eyes.

Seokju grabbed Ajin’s wrist and pulled him towards him. Ajin, who was standing defenselessly, collapsed into his arms. His face hit Seokju’s firm chest. However, since Seokju didn’t grab his waist or back, he slid through his legs without any hindrance.

“Ah…”

Kneeling on the floor, with his face pressed against Seokju’s thigh, Ajin whimpered softly. He gently touched the chilly knees with his hands. It hurt as if his knees were broken. The already twisted leg didn’t matter, but he feared even the healthy leg would become disabled.

Ajin, who had lowered his head deeply, continued to whimper, and Seokju wrapped his hand around Ajin’s chin, forcing eye contact.

“Suck it.”

At the unexpected words, Ajin’s mouth opened in surprise. A bright red tongue appeared. The numb eyelids became even redder, and the cheeks and jaw, where some weight had been lost over the past few days, were thin and delicate. His face was incredibly vibrant. The pale and delicate features fueled forbidden desires.

Seokju, stroking Ajin’s cheek with his lower part, said, “If you do well, I won’t touch you today.”

“…”

“I won’t do anything, and I’ll pay for it.”

For a moment, Ajin’s pupils clouded like frosted glass. It was a moment when the happy imagination he had briefly expected shattered into pieces.

Ah. I still haven’t woken up from the dream. I’m still dreaming, and I don’t know what is real. Whether Seokju, who used to cherish me, was a dream, or Seokju begging for mercy was the dream. I was so confused that my mind became muddled.

As Ajin was foolishly lost in thought, Seokju lightly tapped his swollen eyelid with his thumb, not being careful. Ajin closed his eyes tightly at the tingling sensation, then opened them again. The eyes that disappeared and reappeared were sparkling, unlike before. They were eyes filled with resentment and anger, hardened by suffering.

“I hate it.”

Ajin said calmly. There was no emotion in his voice. It was neither angry nor sad. It was a voice that lacked emotion. His gaze at Seokju was different. It showed a determination not to be swayed.

Seokju chuckled at his cute defiance. He licked his lower lip. While doing so, he lightly tapped Ajin’s cheek with his thumb. It was a delicate action, considering how swollen Ajin’s eyes were.

Seokju’s thumb gently touched Ajin’s swollen eyelid. Ajin winced at the tingling sensation, closing his eyes, then opened them. For a moment, the eyes that disappeared and reappeared were different from before. They sparkled with a glint of defiance, unlike the previous dullness.

“If you don’t like it, what should I do to punish you?”

Seokju chuckled as his lips twisted slightly. His thumb became damp. Seokju lowered his eyes. He saw Ajin silently shedding tears. It was pitiful to see Ajin, with his mouth tightly closed, shedding tears with wide-open, moist eyes.

Seokju paused briefly, taking in Ajin’s tears up close. Did he notice the trembling? Ajin, with his hand wiping his cheek, pleaded earnestly to Seokju.