CDG | Chapter 1.5

Taejoo brushed back Seoyul’s damp hair. Seoyul blinked at the ceiling, his mind blank. His whole body felt languidly relaxed.

“…Am I alive?”

Seoyul asked weakly. Taejoo chuckled.

“You were dead to begin with.”

“Ah…!”

Seoyul pouted. Taejoo lightly pressed his lips to Seoyul’s forehead.

***

Swaaaah-

The hot stream of water cascaded down Taejoo’s firm body. The bathroom quickly filled with thick steam.

Taejoo brushed his wet hair back and looked in the mirror. Thanks to Seoyul, he’d been getting enough sleep for almost a month, and the dark circles under his eyes had nearly vanished.

But that peace always demanded an annoying price.

“…Aren’t you going out?”

Taejoo glared irritably outside the shower booth. Seoyul was sitting on the sink, resting his chin on his hand, staring intently at Taejoo’s naked body.

“Why? Can’t I look at my own meal?”

“Perverted bastard.”

“But hyung, with a body like that, why do you always wear clothes? And when you’re wet, you look even sexier than usual.”

At Seoyul’s ridiculous words, Taejoo let out a dry laugh and ignored him, turning to soap up.

At that moment, Seoyul’s body passed through the shower booth glass and stood in front of him. At times like this, he was unmistakably a ghost.

It wasn’t the first time Taejoo had been startled by Seoyul suddenly appearing through walls or doors.

“I told you not to do that.”

“So what?”

Seoyul puffed his cheeks. Taejoo chuckled and lathered up the shower ball, smearing it on Seoyul’s face.

“Ah! What are you doing!”

“It doesn’t matter anyway.”

Taejoo shrugged and began to wash himself. At that moment, Seoyul’s hand slid up from Taejoo’s balls and grabbed his cock.

“What are you doing?”

“Just because?”

Seoyul giggled, caressing Taejoo’s groin and rolling his balls. As his sly hand stroked up the shaft, Taejoo’s cock swelled instantly.

“Huuu…”

“Wow! It’s twitching.”

Taejoo bit his lip. It wasn’t the first time Seoyul did this, but his cock would reflexively get hard at his touch.

“You…!”

Unable to hold back, Taejoo grabbed Seoyul’s arm and pulled him up. He pushed Seoyul roughly against the bathroom wall. Seoyul’s back hit the cold tiles.

“Ugh!”

While Seoyul was startled, Taejoo lifted one of his legs to wrap around his waist. Pressing him against the wall, he hooked the other leg over his arm and thrust his cock in. Since they’d done it yesterday, the hole accepted his cock without resistance.

“Haaang!”

The wet sounds echoed throughout the bathroom. The sound of water pouring from the shower mixed with the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Taejoo supported Seoyul’s buttocks and thrust up with a loud smack. Seoyul, leaning against the wall, wrapped his arms tightly around Taejoo’s neck, moaning.

“Feels good?”

“Y-yeah, it’s echoing, the sound, it’s echoing too much, ugh!”

Seoyul moaned, biting Taejoo’s wet shoulder. The thick steam, the sound of pouring water, and Taejoo’s presence filling his insides—all of it was perfect pleasure.

“Hngh! Huu… ugh…”

But as he neared climax, Seoyul’s reaction began to change strangely.

“Haa, haa… hyung, I, I can’t breathe…”

Seoyul gasped for air, clawing at the air. At first, Taejoo thought it was because of the intense activity. But as he thrust faster, Seoyul’s pupils began to shake violently.

“It’s suffocating… please, open the door…”

“What are you talking about? Focus.”

Taejoo gripped Seoyul’s buttocks tightly and thrust deeper. That’s when it happened.

“Gah! Guh…!”

Seoyul suddenly pushed Taejoo’s shoulder away, twisting his body as if having a seizure. It wasn’t a moan of pleasure. It was clear fear. And pain.

“It’s burning… the smell… cough, cough!”

Seoyul flailed his hands at the air, as if trying to chase away something invisible. The white steam filling the bathroom, the tightly closed door, the enclosed space.

All of it seemed to trigger Seoyul’s trauma. To him, the steam seemed like thick smoke from a fire.

Taejoo quickly stopped his hips and held Seoyul, examining him. His face was turning pale. A ghost who didn’t even need to breathe was gasping painfully like a suffocating human.

“Hey, Lee Seoyul! What’s wrong!”

“The burning smell… smoke… ugh… the door won’t open…”

Thick tears fell from Seoyul’s eyes. He wasn’t looking at Taejoo. Even while held in his arms, he was trapped in his own terrible memory.

“Isn’t anyone… isn’t anyone there? I’m here…”

A burning smell brushed the tip of Taejoo’s nose. It wasn’t the scent of body wash, but something burning.

“Hallucination…?”

The hallucination created by Seoyul’s memory was invading Taejoo’s senses.

“Seoyul! Snap out of it!”

Taejoo shouted, but Seoyul’s body continued to lose strength, growing limp. The body that had been vivid from receiving Yang energy was fading, becoming translucent.

“I’m sleepy… I shouldn’t sleep… my friends will come soon…”

Seoyul’s eyelids trembled and closed. It seemed like the moment he died was swallowing him again.

Taejoo was terrified. If he left him like this, he’d disappear. Forever.

“No. Don’t go.”

Taejoo roughly grabbed Seoyul’s drooping chin and lifted it. He pressed his lips over Seoyul’s pale lips. He breathed life, vitality, deep into his lungs.

‘Please, breathe. Take my breath if you have to.’

Taejoo’s desperate breath passed into Seoyul’s mouth.

As their lips touched and breath passed between them, Taejoo’s vision turned white. The thick steam in the bathroom turned into acrid smoke, and a strange space suddenly appeared in his sight.

It was the house Taejoo lived in now. On the wall, a tacky balloon with “Happy Birthday” written on it was crookedly attached. On the dining table, seaweed soup and a cake sat forlornly.

And in the middle of it all was Seoyul.

‘…Seoyul?’

Taejoo called out to Seoyul, but no voice came out.

‘What’s going on? Why is this happening?’

Taejoo approached Seoyul and placed a hand on his shoulder, but his hand passed through Seoyul.

‘No way, is this inside Lee Seoyul’s memory?’

Seoyul was crouched in front of the table, staring intently at his phone. The screen was filled with unread messages.

[Can’t make it today. Sorry.]

[Something came up suddenly.]

[Let’s meet next time.]

They were all words of rejection. Seoyul’s eyes turned red. Come to think of it, Seoyul was the only one in this big house.

‘Does he live alone? Are his parents not here?’

Taejoo looked around. But the only trace of a person was Seoyul.

“Isn’t anyone… coming?”

Seoyul’s voice echoed in the empty room.

“I waited so long…”

Seoyul hugged his knees and cried. The loneliness felt like it seeped into his bones. On the table in the living room, a cake with lit candles sat.

Exhausted from crying, Seoyul lay down on the table.

‘Isn’t that going to start a fire…?’

No sooner had Taejoo worried than a gentle breeze from the open window began to sway the candle flames, transferring the spark to the pile of tissues beside it.

‘Lee Seoyul!’

Taejoo shouted in surprise, but Seoyul couldn’t hear him. The small spark rode the breeze, climbing up the curtains. In an instant, flames shot up to the ceiling.

“Cough! Gah!”

Seoyul woke up from the acrid smoke, only to find the path to the door blocked by a blazing inferno.

“Fire, it’s a fire!”

Panicked, Seoyul tried to run to the front door, but the overheated door lock was unresponsive.

“Open, please open! Ugh, it’s hot!”

Seoyul pounded on the door, but the firmly closed metal door didn’t budge. Black smoke filled the room, obscuring his vision. Seoyul crawled on the floor in agony.

‘Ah…’

Taejoo watched the scene blankly. Then, a memory flashed through his mind.

On the first day of moving in, the real estate agent had boasted about the new wallpaper. But Taejoo remembered the black scorch marks on the floor when he lifted the linoleum, and the charred wooden beam scars hidden behind the wallpaper.

“Oh, that? The previous tenant probably burned it a bit while smoking. It’s nothing.”

The agent had brushed it off, but it wasn’t just a cigarette mark.

‘This is… the trace of you dying.’

The flames engulfed Seoyul. Even in the burning agony, Seoyul crouched in the corner, muttering as he stared at the front door.

“I can’t… my friends are coming…”

What tormented Seoyul more than the fear of death was the misery of no one coming on his birthday. The foolish waiting, thinking he had to open the door in case his friends came, that he couldn’t leave his spot.

“Why is it cold…”

Even in the scorching flames, Seoyul, now a spirit, muttered. The chill of that day when no one came, it froze his soul more fiercely than the fire.

“I don’t want to be alone. I’m scared. Someone… please find me.”

That desperate loneliness pierced Taejoo’s heart. He understood why Seoyul clung to him so much, why he craved warmth.

The memory of Seoyul, like black ash, was fading, being pushed to the brink of oblivion. If left like this, he’d be trapped in this prison of loneliness forever, his existence erased.

“No.”

Taejoo instinctively shaved off his life and soul. He drew out all the Yang energy he’d never given to anyone, that had overflowed and felt like a curse.

“Don’t go! I’m here! I’m watching you!”

Taejoo embraced the Seoyul in the memory. This time, he didn’t pass through. Taejoo’s desperate will held onto Seoyul’s spirit.

“If you’re gone, I can’t sleep again. So you have to take responsibility for me!”

Taejoo devoured Seoyul’s lips, pouring in immense energy. Telling him he wasn’t alone, that he was here…

***

“Haaah!”

Taejoo gasped for breath as if surfacing from water. When he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar bathroom ceiling. Water was still pouring from the shower.

And in his arms was Seoyul.

“…Hyung?”

Seoyul slowly opened his eyes. His body, which had been fading into translucence, regained its vivid color as if it were a lie. No, it was even more vivid and clear than before. Warmth could be felt from his skin.

“You’re alive…”

Taejoo hugged Seoyul tightly in relief. Seoyul’s heart didn’t beat, but the cool, solid presence was felt in their touching chests.

“I… had a dream.”

Seoyul leaned his dazed face on Taejoo’s shoulder.

“It was so cold and hot and lonely… but suddenly you appeared and put out the fire. It wasn’t hot at all… it was just warm.”

“Yeah. That’s enough.”

Taejoo kissed Seoyul’s wet hair. The memory of the burnt house, like ashes, could now be covered.

Taejoo carried Seoyul to the bedroom. When he laid him on the bed, Seoyul wrapped his arms around Taejoo’s neck, smiling brightly.

“Hyung, I’m hungry. I think I used up all my energy.”

“…You’re something else.”

Taejoo chuckled, but naturally spread Seoyul’s legs.

“Eat. I’ll feed you until you’re full for life.”

Taejoo positioned his cock at Seoyul’s glistening entrance. The entrance, already swollen and red from the brief insertion earlier, eagerly awaited Taejoo’s presence. Taejoo applied pressure with his hips, allowing the heavy glans to penetrate inside.

“Haaang! Ah, it’s so full, warm…!”

Seoyul wrapped his legs around Taejoo’s waist, clinging to his neck. Taejoo thrust deeply into Seoyul’s innermost parts in one go.

Taejoo began to move slowly. Each time his cock withdrew, Seoyul’s inner walls clung and then drew back in.

“Hngh, hyung… faster…”

Taejoo swallowed Seoyul’s lips. The cold lips quickly heated up. He pushed his tongue in, exploring the inside of Seoyul’s mouth. He grazed his gums, licked his palate, and captured the fleeing tongue with his own, entwining it tightly.

“Haa… does it taste good?”

“Yeah, ugh! I love it, hyung’s, it’s so good…!”

With each thrust, Seoyul’s body absorbed Taejoo’s Yang energy like a sponge. Taejoo’s cock, deep and powerful, crushed Seoyul’s prostate, injecting pleasure.

The lewd, wet sounds filled the room.

“Deeper, deeper…”

Seoyul whined, digging his nails into Taejoo’s back. Taejoo gripped his buttocks tightly and pounded madly.

“Yeah, take it all. Don’t leave anything behind.”

With Seoyul’s sharp moan, Taejoo released his load deep inside. Thick, hot semen filled his insides.

“Haaah!”

Seoyul let out a moan of ecstasy, mouth open. His hole twitched, sucking Taejoo’s essence. It tightened as if squeezing out the last drop. Taejoo pushed his hips, pouring everything out.

Outside the window, hungry low-level spirits still lingered, but inside this room, it was their perfect fortress. As Taejoo climaxed inside Seoyul, he thought.

He would love this terrible insomnia, the lonely yet complete rest Seoyul gave, all of it.

The night was deep, and their night would never end.

Currently Being Drained by a Ghost – The End