Stranger

The door opened. When I looked at my watch, it was a bit past nine o’clock. 

“Are you studying?”

Yeon Woojeong walked in with a grin. Staying sitting, I turned my head to chase after him.

“Did you pack an umbrella?”

He walked over, glanced at my workbook, and asked as he walked to his room. Umbrella? I wondered why he brought it up all of a sudden, so I looked in my book and it was raining on the page that had been graded. I flipped over to the next page calmly.

“What is this?”

Yeon Woojeong, who came out after changing clothes, suddenly stopped and picked up something from the floor. It was a business card. Oh. It seemed to have fallen when I took out my phone from my pocket. He sat on the sofa and looked at the business card, and I climbed up the sofa and sat next to him.

“A woman gave it to me.”

The hand flipping over the business card stopped. He stared intently at me.

“You should also say the rest.”

“She said she had a clothing store and asked if I wanted to be a model.”

“And then?”

“She told me to call her if I wanted to, and I said nothing. I was thinking of throwing it out.”

He, who turned back to the business card and read it, put it on the table and smirked.

“Why? You don’t want to do it?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? How could I be a model?”

“Just do it. You’re pretty…”

Yeon Woojeong put his hand over my cheek. The tip of his fingers swept down my cheek and grabbed my chin. He slowly scanned me over.

“Tall, and have a good body.”

I ignored Yeon Woojeong and turned away to look at another place. I didn’t think Yeon Woojeong was lying, but it sounded like praise to a stone.

“Do you really never think you’re pretty? Shouldn’t you have heard such a word many times?”

“…”

“You never heard of it?”

He tilted his head. I looked back at Yeon Woojeong’s face. As I scanned his eyes, nose, and lips, something suddenly came to mind.

“When I was in middle school, there was a time when the female students came up to me at once.”

“Why?”

“They asked me to wear the same clothes and dance at the school festival. They said that way, our class would win.”

Yeon Woojeong laughed. I was sitting quietly in my seat during the break, but the female students came at once and gathered around me. Before I could even get flustered with the sudden situation, all of them, including those who had never talked with me, asked me to do something ridiculous as if they had planned it all together. 

“So, what did you do?”

“I got annoyed and left the class.”

All the eyes in the classroom turned to me because of the disturbance. I stared straight ahead, with my fists clenched, but then I had enough and stormed out of the room. When I returned after cooling off myself, they carefully approached me and apologized to me. I said okay and after that, I slept on my desk for the rest of the class. 

Yeon Woojeong laughed and stroked my hair.

“So? Did you find out then that you’re pretty?”

“No. I thought my face was irritating.”

“Hmm.”

“Those who hate me hate my face too.”

It had always been that way. When they insulted me, they would also insult my face or my eyes. It wasn’t surprising because people would likely hate the face of the person they hated, but I had always heard the same insults.

I wanted to live as if I were not there. When I was in school, unpleasant gazes always followed me if I got attention, so I really hated being in the spotlight.

Yeon Woojeong caressed my eyes using his thumb. His face came closer.

“You have beautiful eyes. They look like they were drawn by someone.”

“…”

“If there were really someone who drew them, I’m sure that person can’t ever draw them again.”

Yeon Woojeong’s lips touched my eyes. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them back, he smiled and kissed me everywhere, cheeks, nose, chin. He then lifted my hand and brought my fingers to his lips.

“Your hands look like they’ve been meticulously carved. They were carved and carved…”

His lips trailed over my fingertip, then down to the underside of my nail, the knuckles, the base of my finger, and the gap to the next finger. My hand flinched at the touch of his lips, but I couldn’t bring myself to make a fist. 

My ears felt hot. Yeon Woojeong’s voice was both sweet and hot.

“And I think they were then sucked like this.”

What does he mean by getting sucked after they were carved? Yeon Woojeong looked at my eyes with his lips curved up. He pushed down my shoulders.

As I lay down on the sofa, he sat on my legs and pulled my T-shirt up. My T-shirt was rolled up to the bottom of my neck, exposing my upper body. He ran his fingers down my chest. 

“Your chest is—”

“I got you. Stop it.”

He seemed to be unhappy that I didn’t like my face. Or maybe he was thinking of teasing me. Yeon Woojeong smirked and with his thumb, he brushed up and pressed down my right nipple.

“Have you ever taken a good look at your body?”

“…”

“You need to look at yourself and get to know about yourself. Where it feels good, where it tickles…”

Yeon Woojeong ended up taking off my T-shirt completely. Then he lowered his head and brought his lips to my nipple. He rubbed my nipple with his lips, and his hand softly played with my other nipple.

It was pointless to pick a place I felt good. Each lick of his soft tongue brought a subtle sensation that made my body languidly relax. Yeon Woojeong soon laughed. My erect genitalia poked his ass.

He brought one of his hands behind, slowly massaging my penis over my pants, and he caressed my upper body with his other hand. My eyes chased after Yeon Woojeong’s fingers. A tickling sensation bloomed wherever his delicate fingers went. 

“Jiho. Have you ever done it alone?”

“…”

“I’m asking if you have ever masturbated?”

“Do you think I never did it?”

Sometimes, I had no idea what Yeon Woojeong thought of me. He opened his eyes wide at my blunt answer. He had a mischievous look on his face. 

“You have? When?”

“When I was young.”

“You’re still young now.”

“…”

“Ah. I feel grumpy.”

That last one really got on my nerves. I lifted my hand that had been lying still and grasped Yeon Woojeong’s crotch. 

“Do you like doing things like this with a little kid?”

I meant it as a way of telling him that he would be the one at a disadvantage by treating me like a child, but Yeon Woojeong smirked, looking unbothered at all, and slipped his hand into my pants. The bare hand grasped my penis hard.

“Yeah, I like it.”

I relaxed my furrowed brows and touched Yeon Woojeong’s crotch softly. I could feel the soft penis in his pants gradually getting hard. 

When I put my hand in, brought his penis out, and stroked the glans softly, Yeon Woojeong let out a low sigh.

We rubbed each other’s genitals, me lying down, him on top of me. He lowered his gaze, staring closely at my face. Looking at him from the bottom up, he seemed colder than usual, and there was something oddly intimidating about him. But when he looked down like this, the corners of his eyes facing down, and burst out into exclamations…

“Ah…”

He winked and laughed.

“Don’t claw with your toenails.”

“Ah.”

Yeon Woojeong dipped his fingernail into my penis. I jolted, and so did Yeon Woojeong. He propped his body by touching my chest, then he took off his pants and underwear. It wasn’t toenails but fingernails. I grabbed his penis back while having such a thought, and he moved back, grabbing the band of my pants and pulling it down. 

My underwear was gray, so the round wet spot was clearly visible. Yeon Woojeong’s gaze also went there. I tried to take it off quickly, but he slapped away my hand and rubbed the wet spot. Yeon Woojeong, who was looking at my underwear, turned back to me, and as we made eye contact, he pulled it down.