Double Junk - 92

Seokju continued to kiss Ajin’s cheek while moving his hips. Ajin clung to Seokju’s shoulders.

“Boss, boss…”

“Hoo, hoo…”

“Oh… What should I do…? Ugh! You’re… too good… Ahh!”

It didn’t take long for Ajin to reach climax again. Seokju grabbed Ajin’s pink member and shook it as if pulling it taut. Ajin writhed and screamed in pleasure, bouncing his hips.

After trembling for a while in the climax, Ajin eventually relaxed. Seokju pressed his body against Ajin’s. Then, from a close distance, he whispered to Ajin’s ear.

“Ajin, smile.”

It was a sudden and unexpected request. Not only Ajin was affected by the excitement-inducing drug. Seokju, too, was losing his sanity due to the effects of the long-forgotten substance.

Ajin blinked his eyes slowly, as if pondering Seokju’s words. Then, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, smiling seductively. His lazy eyes curved, and his parted lips traced a sensuous line, and the flushed cheeks added a charming touch. It was undeniably beautiful.

Seokju stared at Ajin without taking a breath for a while. Then, as if hesitating about something, he wavered. In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything and stood up.

Suddenly, Ajin reached out towards Seokju. He tightly embraced Seokju’s neck, pressing his chest against him. His face nuzzled against Seokju’s neck, resembling a kitten rubbing against its owner.

Seokju stiffened, unable to do anything. He was in a hurry to embrace Ajin, who had permeated into his entire being.

How long has it been? A satisfying smile appeared on Ajin’s lips. Seokju’s warm embrace felt good. The coldness that had been gnawing and stabbing at him had disappeared without a trace. Nestled like this, it felt like he could sleep peacefully, like a squirrel hibernating in winter.

Caressing and soothing Seokju, Ajin suddenly took his lips to Seokju’s ear. Whispering as if sharing a secret.

“Boss, you’re so warm.”

“…”

“Nice.”

At that word, Seokju widened his eyes. Urgently, he embraced Ajin and pulled him deeper into his arms. Ajin, as if waiting, nestled even deeper into Seokju’s embrace. The warmth that had been lingering near his spine seemed to fade away.

It was late morning when Ajin finally opened his eyes. Without even bothering to assess the situation, he rushed to the bathroom to throw up. Although later, he couldn’t produce vomit anymore, he continued to retch. His head was spinning.

Back when he was at the gambling den, newly an adult, Ajin had once drunk until his nose crooked. He spent three days in bed with a hangover. His stomach churned, and he truly thought he was going to die.

But now. It was just as bad as back then. Just as bad, but in a different way.

His stomach was churning, his mouth was parched, cold sweats broke out, and his eyeballs felt like they might pop out, yet he couldn’t perceive any smell or taste.

“Ugh…”

After holding onto the toilet for a while, Ajin crawled out of the bathroom. Then, in a hurry, he unfolded a blanket and took out a quilt. A sudden indescribable drowsiness overwhelmed him. The colors before his eyes shifted between yellow and blue. He felt like he might collapse if he didn’t lie down immediately.

Ajin crawled into bed as soon as he unfolded the blanket. Afterward, without covering himself or using a pillow, he fell asleep immediately.

So the night passed, and Seokju returned from work. Ajin, with drowsiness hanging heavily on his face, looked up at Seokju. He neither avoided nor cursed nor ran away. He was lost in thought, as if his brain had been left outside his head.

“Eat.”

Seokju forcefully administered the stimulant to Ajin. It was the same white, round pill they had taken yesterday. Seokju also held a bottle of alcohol in his hand. The determination to make Ajin take it, even if by force, was evident, just like yesterday.

Ajin did not resist. He knew that refusing or rebelling wouldn’t stop Seokju. Besides, if he had to spend this night with Seokju anyway, it was better to cry out in pain, plead, and beg in the throes of agony than to fight unnecessarily. In that case, Seokju wouldn’t be harsh, and there would be no need for unnecessary conflicts.

Ajin wanted to talk about the Flower Lady, about Myungjin, and about his innocence. However, Seokju wouldn’t listen to such things. Ajin just wanted to escape this severe cold. He only wanted to alleviate the loneliness accumulated in this luxurious room throughout the day.

Seokju watched Ajin swallow the pill in front of him. He observed Ajin becoming intoxicated, breaking into laughter, and weakening in pleasure in great detail.

Ajin slowly closed his eyes in a fluctuating state of euphoria. He felt Seokju’s hot hand gripping his forearm. Ajin let out a small moan, feeling the warmth of Seokju’s hand through his palm.

And that day.

The two of them fell asleep in each other’s arms inside a single blanket after a long time.

Ajin woke up late again today. Lately, it felt like he was indulging in a lifetime of laziness. Back at the gambling den, he never had more than five hours of sleep. The gambling den was lively from evening to morning, and in the morning, they had to clean up rooms no different from chicken coops, removing condoms and blankets. In the early evening, they had to prepare dishes to be served at the brothel. The days were truly busy.

Although things had improved a bit after coming to Seokju’s house, he still woke up early and worked hard.

But today was a day when there was no one to wake him up, and there was no need to wake up. It felt awkward, almost strange.

Ajin, who had been sitting blankly for a while, sluggishly got up from his spot. The plush blanket and warm floor felt comforting. It was a bit cold, but it didn’t hurt like yesterday. Perhaps because Seokju had only done it once and let him go yesterday.

No, not let him go, but held him and slept. Just like that.

“…”

Ajin wiggled his toes. The situation was getting weird again. However, he couldn’t understand or do anything. He had come this far, swept away by the waves, without any intention of his own. Perhaps he would continue to live being swept away like this in the future.

Whether the destination is a fertile land, a lonely island, or sinking into the black waves and dying is unknown. The future was vague and dark.

Rubbing his puffy eyes roughly, Ajin approached the door. He was hungry. The loud growling was painful.

As he turned the doorknob…

“Uh…”

Somehow, the door didn’t open. It half-turned and stopped with a click. It tried to open halfway but closed again. It was locked.

Ajin stood in the middle of the room, looking bewildered. His mind was so numb that he couldn’t think. He returned to the soft and comfortable blanket without any reaction.

“I’m sleepy.”

Ajin covered himself with the blanket up to his neck. The thick quilt felt like it was strangling his neck, but he didn’t lower it.

He realized he was trapped in this room but felt no fear or anger. Rather, he felt relieved.

Being in an environment where he couldn’t escape was comforting. Doing nothing could be justified. After all, he had to stay in this room ‘inevitably.’ It wasn’t his fault. He had done nothing wrong. He was just a victim swept away by the big and dark waves.

Knowing it was wrong, he wasted time like this. Knowing he shouldn’t waste time like this.

Ajin had nothing he could do. He was in too much pain, scared, and lonely. Dealing with Flower Lady, Myungjin, and Seokju simultaneously was too burdensome for him, who had only experienced simple misfortunes in life.

Ajin covered himself with the blanket up to his nose, wishing to die suffocated in it like someone who longs for death. Closing his eyes, he unexpectedly recalled the white, round pill.

[President Kang Seokju]

An excessively shining mother-of-pearl nameplate was placed in the middle of the desk. Seokju had made it himself when he first set up the company. Myungjin insisted that even though he was the boss, he should have something like this.

Seokju, looking at the nameplate, put down his fountain pen and lit a cigarette, not lighting it yet. He closed his eyes slowly and then opened them.

After a long time of good sleep, his body felt refreshed. It was the first time his body felt light since Myungjin got hurt. He couldn’t believe his body had regained vitality just by sleeping with Ajin in his arms. It was unbelievable.

Thinking about Ajin’s body temperature and the sound of his breath while being embraced, Seokju loosened his grip on his hand and then clenched it tightly.

Holding a lighter, he lit the cigarette. Inhaling the smoke, he approached the window.

Seokju’s office on the second floor had one side made of clear glass, allowing a view of the entire company. The building, which used to be a gambling den, was now being used for a completely different purpose. The basement served as a warehouse for imported alcohol and poetry, while the first and second floors were used as offices.

A large opening was made in the middle of the first and second floors, creating a lobby similar to a hotel. Thanks to this, Seokju could oversee the entire company from the second floor, observing who was coming and going and how the company was operating in real-time.

The company was bustling today. It hadn’t been long since the company became profitable. To be precise, it started when Seokju began releasing drugs in Seoul.