The Land of Fantasy

Seo Junwon’s face looked as if he had been struck, leaving him speechless.

Meanwhile, Inwoo sat up, then crawled on his knees until he was right before Seo Junwon’s face.

Through the open folds of his robe, Inwoo’s bare skin was brazenly revealed.

Unsure where to fix his gaze, Seo Junwon subtly recoiled, but Inwoo firmly gripped his thigh, preventing any escape.

“May I borrow your thigh again?”

Seo Junwon nodded, captivated by the intimate whisper.

He had expected Inwoo to simply rest his head, but to his astonishment, Inwoo straddled him, spreading his legs.

Before Seo Junwon could even think of pushing him away, Inwoo draped his arms around his neck and met his gaze with tender affection.

“Now I can properly see your face. You’re quite handsome, Seo Junwon.”

“Wait, just a moment. Hold on. No, this position is a bit… I don’t think this is right.”

“Why? I’m comfortable, and I like it.”

“Yes, I like it too, no, that’s not what I mean. Someone might come in, and—”

“No one will come at this hour. Don’t worry.”

“It’s not that, it’s just, if you do this so suddenly…”

“It’s not sudden. We’ve already known each other for eight hours, haven’t we?”

Seo Junwon stared at Inwoo, his face on the verge of tears.

His erection was already so swollen it seemed ready to burst through his pants. With Inwoo’s hips resting directly above him, threatening to pierce through, Seo Junwon desperately sought an escape from the situation.

Yet, Inwoo seemed to have no such intention, as he untied the sash of his robe.

As the robe parted, a smooth chest was revealed. While not overtly muscular, his body was undeniably firm.

Seeing the pink nipples at its center, Seo Junwon’s eyes widened to the size of lanterns.

He was intimately familiar with them from photoshoots, but seeing them in person, they were even closer to a true pink.

He found himself staring, mouth agape and unable to blink, when Inwoo offered a subtle smile.

“Is this your first time seeing pink?”

“Yes…”

“Our Junwon certainly has a lot of firsts, doesn’t he?”

Inwoo gently brushed back Seo Junwon’s disheveled bangs.

As Inwoo shifted his hips, pushing his chest further forward, Seo Junwon’s breathing quickened, and his pupils dilated.

“Want to give them a taste?”

Seo Junwon, who had been staring blankly, violently shook his head.

This can’t be happening. This isn’t right.

Just as he managed to gather his wits and reached out to close Inwoo’s robe, one corner of Inwoo’s mouth twisted into a crooked smile.

“If you close it, I’ll kill you.”

Inwoo’s hand, which had been cradling his nape, moved up to the back of his head, slowly pulling him towards his chest.

Seo Junwon’s face drained of color, and he stiffened his neck, resisting.

Yet, a myriad of conflicts raged within his mind.

“No… Please don’t do this.”

No sooner had the words left his lips than Inwoo brought his own hand to his chest.

He squeezed and cupped his breasts, then brazenly rubbed his nipple with his index finger.

It’s okay to eat.

The pink nipple, despite being pressed by his fingertip, quickly became taut and erect.

Seo Junwon lifted his gaze to Inwoo’s face.

“Say ‘ah’. Quickly.”

A thick gasp escaped his lips, and with it, the fragile thread of his reason, which he had barely clung to, snapped.

Seo Junwon instinctively lunged forward, engulfing the nipple and areola in one voracious bite.

A seductive moan, “Ah-ung,” escaped from above his head. Driven by this stimulation, Seo Junwon’s jaw moved frantically.

The hand caressing the back of his head also tightened its grip.

“Ah, gently, mm? Gently.”

Soothed by the soft murmur, Seo Junwon barely managed to regain his senses and release the nipple from his mouth.

The nipple, swollen and red from the stimulation, was slick with his saliva.

Seo Junwon gasped, his breaths ragged. His chest felt tight, and a profound thirst began to burn within him.

Looking up, he saw Inwoo gazing at him with a sticky, affectionate smile.

“Want to taste something else?”

Seo Junwon nodded, his face completely bewildered.

Yes. I want to eat.

Inwoo then cupped Seo Junwon’s cheek, stroking it as if praising him.

“Such a good boy. It’s so much better when you’re honest.”

Inwoo pushed his robe completely off his shoulders, letting it fall behind him, then stretched out on the sofa.

As he spread his legs and bent his knees, Seo Junwon instinctively covered his mouth.

Between his parted legs, an opening became visible. Above it, firm, engorged testicles and a hairless penis, unable to stand erect and lying to one side, were brazenly exposed.

This time, Inwoo put his own finger into his mouth, sucking on it until it was thoroughly wet.

Before Seo Junwon could wonder what he intended, Inwoo slid his hand downwards, touching the entrance of the opening.

Then, he pressed into the opening with his middle finger. A dizzying sensation washed over Seo Junwon as he watched the reddened flesh twitch.

As Seo Junwon gasped like an animal, Inwoo gestured with his other hand.

“Come here and taste this too.”

Seo Junwon abruptly stood up.

As if to provoke him, Inwoo wiggled his middle finger inside the opening, moving his hips up and down.

Unless he’s a living Buddha, this should be enough to push him over the edge.

Licking his lower lip, he arched his hips higher, allowing Seo Junwon a closer view of the opening.

A tremor ran beneath Seo Junwon’s eyes. His vision blurred, feeling faint.

Is it normal to struggle for breath like this, as if being choked, when excited?

He couldn’t distinguish reality from a dream. Inwoo, swaying his naked hips towards him, felt like an apparition.

Even amidst this confusion, instinct drove his hand towards his pant buckle. A profound dizziness overcame him.

As he panted like someone who had forgotten how to breathe, Inwoo narrowed his eyes.

At first, he thought it was due to excitement, but Seo Junwon’s breathing was far too ragged.

He subtly lifted his head, meeting Seo Junwon’s gaze.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, yes…”

Seo Junwon merely nodded, like an obedient puppy.

His hands fumbled as he unbuckled his pants and lowered the zipper. Meanwhile, his chest and shoulders rose and fell incessantly.

His vision narrowed, and objects blurred. What’s happening? Before he could comprehend the situation, his body pitched forward.

Believing Seo Junwon was lunging at him, Inwoo spread his legs even wider.

Come on in, to the land of fantasy.

However, Seo Junwon didn’t fall upon Inwoo, but the table.

Before anyone could catch him, his body collapsed with a loud thud.

“Tell me! Huh? Did he give you hell? What did he say to make you collapse?!”

Seo Junwon lay in bed, wrapped tightly in his blanket, not moving a muscle.

Behind him, his manager, Taehoon’s voice boomed. Although Seo Junwon had insisted it was nothing, Taehoon was already convinced Inwoo was to blame.

“Do you know how worried I was? You, who’s never been sick in your life! How much did that guy harass you to make you collapse from hyperventilation? Huh? Speak up, you idiot! Let’s talk to the director and sue him. Just because he’s a celebrity doesn’t mean he can treat people like dirt!”

Seo Junwon kicked off the blanket and abruptly sat up.

Taehoon approached, examining his complexion. In the short time he’d been in the hospital, Seo Junwon’s face had grown gaunt and even turned a yellowish hue.

Taehoon placed a hand on his shoulder and called out, “Hey,” but Seo Junwon remained seated on the bed, staring out the window without a flicker of movement.

“Hyung, Inwoo isn’t at fault. I just wasn’t feeling well today. If anything, I… caused Inwoo trouble.”

“Really?”

Seo Junwon nodded meekly. “Yes.”

“Will you be okay for the match tomorrow? Or should I have Jaesung fill in—”

“I’ll be fine. After a night’s sleep… I’ll be even better. Don’t worry.”

Seo Junwon forced a smile. Taehoon started to say something more, then stopped, rising from his seat.

“Alright,” he murmured, patting Seo Junwon’s shoulder and telling him to rest before leaving the officetel. Once Taehoon was gone and he was alone, Seo Junwon lay back down on the bed, pulling the sheet over his head.

Then, he thrashed about, sitting bolt upright. Not content with that, he slammed his head against the bed, screaming to kill himself.

Idiot. Fool. You moron. Loser. Die. You deserve to die.

He repeatedly banged his head until, exhausted by his own efforts, he finally sprawled out on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He remembered nothing after collapsing from seeing Inwoo’s throbbing opening. When he regained consciousness, the doctor, nurse, and his manager were beside him.

They said he’d had hyperventilation. He didn’t know why, but he simply couldn’t bear to stay there any longer. It was a blessing that Inwoo wasn’t present.

He rejected the doctor’s recommendation for further tests and fled the hospital room. A desire to see Inwoo’s face one more time warred with the urge to never, ever encounter him again.

I’m making all the idiotic mistakes of a lifetime today.

With a melancholic expression, he curled his large body into a ball. After a long while, he got up and went to the dining table.

He picked up his phone and unlocked it. There were several missed calls, but no separate messages from Inwoo.

“I wouldn’t… like me either.”

He muttered a self-deprecating thought, then took his phone to bed. Lying down again, he placed it on his chest.

Moments later, a buzzing vibration startled him, and he snatched up the phone. It was his older brother. The message asked if he was okay, apologized for not calling earlier due to being busy, and wondered if he’d been harassed by reporters.

He had already received calls from his parents and other family members earlier in the day, all expressing concern for his well-being. After sending a reply assuring them he was fine, he habitually logged into Inwoo’s social media.

Aside from a brief update posted long ago, there was nothing new. He scrolled through Inwoo’s traces one by one.

He had seen them so many times he could memorize them, yet he didn’t dislike it. Underneath Inwoo’s brightly smiling photos, countless praises overflowed.

I must be just one of those many people to Inwoo.

The image of Inwoo smiling tenderly at him, and the lewd face that had caressed his chest, urging him to touch and suck his opening, flashed in his mind simultaneously.

His lower body suddenly throbbed. Crazy, I’m crazy. He tossed his phone aside and curled his body into a ball again. He waited, hoping for a call, but as expected, none came.

Why had he done that? Was it a prank? Or did he feel a slight interest? The thoughts swirling in his mind overflowed, consuming Seo Junwon’s night in a stark white haze.