ACM | Chapter 4.1

These days, my life revolves completely around Jinhoo hyung.

When hyung met both me and Chorong noona on the same day, I would get hurt every time and it would cause a rift between us, so now hyung had started adjusting the date schedule first. Noona and I, each of us, thoroughly separated our date days.

Because of that, naturally, my schedule had no choice but to be affected by noona’s schedule. On days she was busy, those were the days I could meet Jinhoo hyung, and on the days she dated hyung, I was left alone.

There were exceptions sometimes. Jinhoo hyung would occasionally finish a date with noona and, after asking for permission in advance, come find me too.

As if he was worried I might fly into a rage and ask why he was coming somewhere with another woman’s perfume scent clinging to him…. Of course, every time he came, I would rush out barefoot like an innocent woman and throw myself at him, making a fuss.

When hyung came to find me on the day he met his girlfriend, it was usually late at night, and I thought maybe it was to relieve his sex drive through me, limited to days when he hadn’t had sex with her.

Well, whatever. Even body affection is affection, and hyung was having sex with me far more often than with Chorong noona. What else could that be but proof that I was the real lover?

Today too, hyung came to the front of the house on a late night past 11:30. Most of the time, hyung would just press the door lock and come straight into the room, but today he replaced that with parking his flashy convertible in front of the villa and honking. Maybe he’d come back after going on a long date with noona by car….

Worried that a vehicle that didn’t fit at all with a villa district lined with old multi-family buildings of roughly the same height might draw unnecessary attention, I hurriedly climbed into the passenger seat. Sure enough, the passenger seat had been pulled noticeably forward compared to last time. Adjusted to Chorong noona’s height.

‘I shouldn’t be jealous…’

On the other hand, when noona got in this car again, she probably wouldn’t care much that the passenger seat position had been adjusted. She could just brush it off like always, saying that a male junior like me or Gyuseok hyung or Sungmin hyung had ridden in it. This is where I really feel my situation, that because I’m a man, I don’t raise any suspicion from her at all.

A twisted thought popped up, wondering if I should secretly hide some used condoms or other traces of sex that hyung and I had left behind. But that feeling faded quickly. Hyung hardly ever used condoms when he was with me, so there were almost no items of proof, and above all, I absolutely did not want to do anything that would put hyung in trouble.

“Where are we going?”

After checking that I had even put on my seat belt, hyung smiled without answering and drove the car to a quiet park. The small nearby park, already closed, had no one passing through anymore, and there was no other car parked in the lot besides ours.

Suddenly, the backrest of the seat I was sitting in tipped backward, and a dark shadow fell before my eyes. Hyung had reclined the passenger seat backrest and climbed on top of me.

The body top that had been open all along slowly closed, and hyung’s convertible transformed into a fortress where nobody could look inside. Hyung’s car had every window deeply tinted, so once the roof was on, privacy could be fully protected, and with the sense of relief that we had been completely cut off from the surrounding eyes, a relaxed smile formed on my lips. Right then, a wild sex session began with hyung’s hot tongue covering my lips.

The inside of the car had the air conditioner running strongly, but both of us were soaked in sticky sweat from the heat of sex. Not only that, the expensive leather seats even had semen from hyung and me splashed all over them. While I hurriedly wiped the seat with wet wipes I took out of the glove box, hyung opened all the car windows and lit a cigarette, then asked casually.

“So. Do you like having your eyes covered, or car sex?”

“Um…. I like both, in different ways.”

“Then how would it be to cover your eyes in the car?”

In the darkness, under the moonlight, hyung’s sculpted features shone vividly. With those words, spoken like a joke, I thought hyung was about to move on to the second round and blindfold me.

But hyung, who read my thoughts, said there wasn’t anything prepared that could be used as a blindfold today. When I complained that it was lame, hyung covered the bridge of my nose with his lips as if he would swallow it whole, then bit it in a playful tease.

“About the blindfold thing and car sex, I’ve only ever done that stuff with you.”

“Will you only do things like that with me from now on?”

“We’ll see how you behave.”

It was a way of speaking that could lift someone up and drop them down from the position of the one holding the knife in the relationship. Hyung, with a very relaxed attitude, threw the cigarette butt, burned more than halfway down, out the car window, then drove toward my house.

An unusual kind of sex that only strayed a tiny bit from ordinary sex…. In a field full of all sorts of crazy play, it might not be all that special, but anyway, for Jinhoo hyung, who had endless dating experience, it was also a first-time experience. If I couldn’t have hyung entirely while I was dating him, I wanted to monopolize at least this kind of play.

If he ever tried this kind of sexual relationship with Chorong noona too, I really might be so heartbroken I’d go crazy.

“What were you doing at home?”

“I was posting everywhere about looking for tutoring jobs. If I pay tuition, there won’t be any allowance left at all….”

“Yeah, I hope you find one well.”

Hyung dropped me off in front of the house and pulled my face toward him, peppering my lips with light kisses. Hyung, who was always focused on sultry physical affection, sometimes showed these small and cute expressions of love, and they acted like a mire that kept my heart from being able to run away. My chest was already swelling with excitement for the next date as I went into my studio room.

After I started dating Jinhoo hyung, I had quit the cafe part-time job I used to do. That was because I prioritized being ready to run out whenever hyung called. If I were a normal lover based on mutual trust, I could probably date without ruining the fixed routines of school classes and part-time work.

But since I had taken on the role of hyung’s second, with another girlfriend, my life instead became a mess because I kept almost all appointments and other schedules open just so I could catch him during the gaps when he wasn’t meeting his girlfriend.

I had almost given up on school attendance, exams, and assignments too. Sometimes, when I recognized reality, I couldn’t help feeling dumbfounded at myself. Me, who had been a model student until high school, was now living recklessly for nearly half a year because of nothing but some mistress game.

Since I’d already blown first semester this year, there was almost no chance of being chosen not only for a full scholarship from the department, but even for one of the roughly ten merit scholarship students who received a small amount. In the end, that meant I had to earn my tuition money from scratch myself.

I had stubbornly insisted on living near the school, and after getting the villa deposit, monthly rent, and allowance little by little, I was in a situation where I couldn’t bring myself to ask my parents for tuition too. If I gathered up all the money I’d saved so far together with the allowance my parents gave me and used it for tuition, I’d be practically penniless now.

So while I was looking for tutoring jobs that would bring in a lot of money for the time spent, luckily, I landed one for a second-year high school student. The house I was in now was that house.

“This house is so nice!”

“Thank you. Ah, our second child also goes to P University. But that kid doesn’t have the personality to teach anyone, and the first one is smart too, but busy working, so in the end, tutoring seemed best. You said you were an Art College student, right?”

“Yes, but I got a perfect score in language too, so I can teach all the humanities subjects well.”

“Then of course you’ll be good at it, since your school is P University~. I wasn’t doubting your ability.”

After exchanging simple greetings while adjusting the schedule, fee, and other details with the tutoring student’s mother, I went into the student’s room. It was a fancy brand apartment in a good location in a nice neighborhood, and even the size was big and the luxurious interior caught my eye.

When I saw a famous Korean modern and contemporary sculptor’s work sitting right in the middle of the living room, I blinked in surprise. It must be the real thing, right? A rich house like this wouldn’t buy a fake….

“Our kid, Lee Taejun. He’s a second-year high school student this time.”

“Hello.”

“Hi.”

I greeted the male student sitting neatly at the desk as I opened the door and went in. His tidy face and properly worn black-rimmed glasses gave off a model-student feel. Luckily, the kid was eager to study and seemed polite, and I eased my slightly tense mind and went ahead with today’s tutoring.

[How is the tutoring?]

[The kid seems good and nice, and the house is super nice too!]

[Anyway, you really like rich people lol]

[I don’t.]

[I’m with the guys now. Want to come?]

After making Taejun do the textbook problems, my phone, which I was fiddling with, was busy exchanging messages with Jinhoo hyung. My chest started tingling again at the message telling me to send the location of where he and his friends were gathered and join them when I was done. When a date with hyung was suddenly set like this, I felt so happy.

The place where the hyungs were gathered was another whiskey bar that served expensive alcohol. Jinhoo hyung had come by car, but he was so excited to drink as much as he wanted today since he would call a designated driver.

There was one seat empty next to Jinhoo hyung, so I naturally went and sat down. It was a seat close to a whitewashed wall renovated in an industrial style. While pouring water, my arm bumped lightly against the wall and it hurt badly.

‘Of all places, it’s a seat where my arm touches the wall.’

Last night, while having sex at Jinhoo hyung’s house, I had gotten a severe bruise on my elbow. I had been blindfolded, and while I couldn’t see in front of me, I had carelessly flailed around and crashed directly into the bed headboard. It was pain enough that I was lucky nothing was wrong with my bones.

“Switch seats.”

“Pardon?”

“If your arm touches it, doesn’t it hurt?”

“Ah….”