ACM | Chapter 3.10

Hyung was famous not only in the College of Business Administration but across the university itself, and even in Art College there were plenty of female students who were tugging at me, begging me to set up one meeting with “those hyungs you hang out with.”

Just the fact that Jinhoo hyung, whom I was sleeping with, could not belong entirely to me and had to be shared with Chorong nuna already felt like a lot, so for Sungmin hyung, who was insanely popular, to go through the trouble of coming all the way to my neighborhood on a busy weekend evening to treat me to dinner was almost overwhelming.

As we ate delicious sashimi, spicy fish stew, and even steamed snow crab I did not know when he had ordered, while drinking sweet liquor along with it, my gloomy feelings drifted away quite a bit. Maybe it was because the food was delicious, or maybe because I was sitting with another handsome hyung who could make me forget Jinhoo hyung.

The soju hyung ordered had a lower alcohol content and a sweeter taste than usual soju, making it easy to keep drinking. Thanks to that, heat rose to my face and I could feel the intoxication starting to build. Hyung drank about the same amount, but unfairly, only I got drunk. Maybe it would be better if we both got so drunk we could not stand, I thought.

“Hyung… thank you for being nice to someone like me!”

“What are you talking about. I’m the one who should be thankful you’re hanging out with me.”

“Someone as perfect as hyung… I’m totally an awful guy. Cough!”

A big, strange sound that I could not tell was a cough or a hiccup burst out of my mouth. I thought I should stop drinking now, but honestly, it was probably already too late to control how much alcohol I was taking in. My body had already gone past its limit, and the alcohol was surging harder and harder inside me.

“You’re not awful. Jinhoo is the bad bastard.”

“Huh? Jinhoo hyung? Th-that hyung is awful… But you know? Hyung is, how do I say it…?”

Even I could not keep track of what I was saying and babbled incoherently. I had no idea why Jinhoo hyung’s name even came up. Had I said it because I was drunk…? Sungmin hyung’s elegant face, smiling softly at me, filled my blurred but occasionally sharp field of vision.

Hyung helped me up, saying I was drunk, so I should get up. I could not keep my balance and swayed around, and my phone, which had been precariously resting on the edge of the round table, fell down.

Crack!

The sound of the phone screen shattering brought me a little back to my senses. The moment I checked the screen, thinking how unlucky it was that I had just bought it not long ago, all the alcohol haze vanished in an instant.

[Jinhoo hyung_Missed call (18)]

“I need to… g-go quickly…”

“I’ll take you.”

Sungmin hyung, who had already settled the bill, had a firm expression as he grabbed my arm and led me out of the restaurant. Jinhoo hyung, who had ignored my calls for two days, had now left 18 missed calls because he had finally felt like speaking to me.

I wanted to hear his voice as soon as possible. My heart started pounding again and my head cleared, but there was no strength left in my legs, and I could barely walk straight. That was why Sungmin hyung had no choice but to support my body and walk me home.

“Sungmini hyung. Hic! Thank you for the delicious meal… and for treating me, hic!”

“Haha, sure.”

After the moment the alcohol suddenly hit me, I did not drink any more, and seeing traces of Jinhoo hyung’s calls had also made a good part of my drunkenness fly away. Even so, my walking and pronunciation were a complete disaster, as if I were dead drunk. From the way I sometimes lost consciousness while walking and then came back to my senses, I was definitely drunk for real. Any moment of clarity was only brief.

It had been nearly impossible even to move my own feet and walk upright, and whenever I regained consciousness and looked down, it seemed like both my feet were lifted off the asphalt entirely, so it looked like Sungmin hyung was carrying me on his back.

‘Ah…’

It was when we reached the villa where my studio was. I smelled the familiar scent of cigarettes, so I lifted my head and looked around, only to see the silhouette of someone with a cigarette clamped in their mouth leaning against the wall. At first I thought it was a ghost and jumped in shock, but looking closer, it was Jinhoo hyung.

I was reminded of the time during our cold war when hyung had come here and stayed up all night waiting for me, smoking through several packs of cigarettes. Even drunk, I still remembered something like that, so I really was helpless.

“You’re just coming back after hanging out with the two of us this whole time?”

“Yeah.”

Once I heard the voice too, it really was Jinhoo hyung. Hyung’s voice sounded very displeased. He must either be angry that I had not answered him, or unhappy that I was so drunk and being carried on Sungmin hyung’s back… Probably one of the two.

“Have you been doing this often?”

“What?”

“Do you usually meet just the two of you like this?”

“Wasn’t I supposed to?”

“Fuck. There’s manners to it. I told you to tell me when you were going to see him.”

‘Why are they fighting…? But my head hurts like it’s splitting…’

Along with the feeling of a huge headache crashing down on me, my ears started buzzing too, as if something was wrong with them. I must have really drunk a lot. For whatever reason, the hyungs were getting sharp with each other while talking. The tense voice of Jinhoo hyung, who had suddenly turned irritable, and the body of Sungmin hyung, whose strength had gone tight in the shoulder and arm carrying me, created a very strange atmosphere.

Even in the middle of that, my hearing went dull like I had fallen into water, and the hyungs’ voices sounded like a muffled hum. More than anything, I was so sleepy that my consciousness kept flickering on and off.

Hey, just go already.

…Again today? Cut it out already.

Wow. Fuck! Who the hell do you think you are, Oh Sungmin.

The conversation between the hyungs or maybe my dream kept going, and it was noisy in some unclear way. They must still be arguing. Why are they fighting…? Then, just before I fell asleep, my body floated up once more and landed in a pair of broad arms somewhere.

Now it was Jinhoo hyung’s scent. A familiar, long-missed scent.

“S, Sungmin hyung went home?”

“Why are you looking for him?”

Before I knew it, I was nestled in Jinhoo hyung’s arms like a princess, and I murmured with my eyes closed that I had not even properly greeted that hyung. Meanwhile, Jinhoo hyung opened the front door by entering the passcode for the lock. The passcode to my door lock was obvious. 0905… Jinhoo hyung’s birthday.

“You like me a lot. Don’t you? Ryu Doyun.”

“…Yes.”

“Is it okay to ignore my calls and get all lovey-dovey with someone else? It’s not okay, right?”

“Uh…”

“How long has it even been since you two started sticking to each other? Huh? Fuck.”

Hyung carried me inside without even taking off his shoes. He tossed me down onto the topper, which I had not even put away when I went out earlier and had just left spread out, and while he panted in frustration, he reached for the waistband of my pants. Even though I was drunk and just about to fall asleep, I instinctively knew what hyung was about to do.

“Hyu… hyung, I’m not feeling well right now…”

“Shut your mouth.”

While stripping off my pants, Jinhoo hyung had a genuinely furious expression. As expected, there was no way I could refuse him. Becoming obedient again, I let myself be handled by hyung’s rough gestures.

This was the most forceful sex we had ever had since I started sleeping with hyung. My clothes were ripped off as if they had been torn away, and before I had even come to my senses, my hair was grabbed by hyung’s rough hand. The physical pain from my scalp being yanked hard followed too, but the fact that hyung was seriously angry made me even more afraid.

Between my lips, which were half-open in confusion, Jinhoo hyung’s half-erect cock pushed in along with some pubic hair. As his thick flesh smell rushed into my nose, even though I was being forced through it, heat still rose in my lower body. Maybe I was the one who was really a freak addicted to sex. Or maybe the one I was addicted to was Jinhoo hyung.

Hyung’s cock drove hard over my palate and deep into my throat, scraping at the delicate flesh around my esophagus. Because of that, the inner part of my mouth was strongly stimulated by his glans and I felt a little nauseous.

“Hup. Mmph! Mph!”

“Damn, this won’t do.”

Hyung, while forcefully hammering his cock into my narrow mouth, suddenly pulled back and changed positions. After practically tossing me onto the thick topper, he took off his own top too and became completely naked like me.

Even in that state, I felt a rush of ecstasy when my gaze fell on hyung’s fully erect cock, glossy with my saliva, and his clearly defined abs. The rough way he was handling me now seemed to light a strange fire of excitement in me.

“Today, you…”

“Hyu. Hyung?”

While speaking, hyung suddenly came toward me holding something in his hand. I did not know where he got it, but he brought a piece of black cloth that had not been in my room and, like last time, covered my eyes while wrapping it once around my head and tying it off.

This time, he wrapped it pretty tightly, almost like a pressure bandage, and I even had the silly thought of what if the blood stopped flowing. But the pressure around my head was nothing. Soon after, hyung’s cock shoved into my still-unrelaxed hole with brutal force.

“Ah! Hyu… hyung! It hurts so much!”

“Shut up a little. Fuck…”

I was used to receiving his cock while blindfolded and lying face down, but suddenly I started getting scared. To endure the pain until hyung’s cock was fully inside, I clasped my hands together like I was praying and stretched them out in front of me. Then hyung’s hand grabbed my wrists, which were pulled forward, and began tying them up tightly with something.

Judging by the feeling around my wrists, it seemed to be something much thinner than cloth, like rope or a jump rope. Even though being blindfolded had happened often, having both hands bound and my freedom restricted brought a new kind of fear. It felt like I had become the victim of a crime.

Ignoring my pleas that I was scared and begging him to stop, hyung focused on binding my hands tightly, all while his cock remained halfway inside my hole. Before long, once my bound hands no longer offered much resistance as I struggled while lying face down, hyung relaxed and started handling my waist however he wanted. It felt hot, like my hole had been torn open.

Pwoosh-.

Before I knew it, hyung’s cock was all the way inside my inner walls. I could vividly feel his balls pressed against my perineum.