LG Chapter 50

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN WILL.

Translator: She.Wee

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Chapter 50

Extra 1: Last Night

Kyungsoo, who had expected to breeze through college just like he did in high school, ended up being dragged around everywhere as a freshman and led a surprisingly diligent college life. A semester passed that way. Of course, his grades didn’t quite match his efforts.

By the second semester, he often stayed up all night working in the studio, which left Noeul quite shocked. Since Kyungsoo was now a college student, Noeul had assumed he’d have more free time and that they’d be able to spend more time together. But reality rarely aligned with his expectations.

“♥♥♥♥: I’m submitting my portfolio today and probably crashing at the studio. Don’t call, just study hard~ (7:18 PM)”

“Me: ?? Are you drinking againㅇㅅㅇ!” (7:30 PM)”

“♥♥♥♥: Hey, it’s really the end of the semester. Not drinking would be a disaster T^T Our department’s semester ended the latest, you know. (7:45 PM)”

Kyungsoo had complained about this enough that Noeul was well aware. Because of it, they couldn’t even spend Christmas together. Even after the semester officially ended, Kyungsoo wasn’t truly free. According to him, the semester only truly ended when all his work was compiled into a portfolio and stored in the school archives. Wanting to be a mature boyfriend, Noeul held back and endured it.

“Me: Okay then, just drink moderately and rest. (7:40 PM)”

But after thinking about it for a moment, Noeul realized this wasn’t right. Staying out overnight on a day like this? No way. He picked up his phone again.

“Me: But seriously, why would it be such a disaster? LOL It’s not like you’d die, so why is it a big deal? I’m just curious… (8:10 PM)”

He decided not to check his phone until Kyungsoo replied. To avoid temptation, he placed it face down on the table. But despite his resolve, he found himself picking it up every minute or so. No reply came.

“Me: Are you still drinking? (8:30 PM)”

“Me: T.T Still…? (9:18 PM)”

“Me: Still ㅇㅅㅇ???!!!! (9:52 PM)”

“Me: Why aren’t you answering T^T Is the alcohol that good? It’s freezing outside, and you’re planning to sleep there? Why? At least pass out after seeing my face…. (10:00 PM)”

At this point, it was clear Kyungsoo wouldn’t be coming to see him tonight. He wouldn’t be spending the night with him. And yet, in just a few hours, the new year would begin.

His beloved boyfriend would finally turn twenty, crossing the threshold from his teenage years into adulthood—an incredibly significant moment. So why wouldn’t Kyungsoo share it with him? Were his friends that important? Was alcohol more important? More important than him?

Staring daggers at his phone, Noeul felt a surge of anger and disappointment as he furiously typed and hit send.

“Me: Why aren’t you coming to see me? T-T (10:20 PM)”

As expected, there was no immediate response. Noeul sighed deeply.

“Damn those drinking parties…”

He should have known when he saw the endless contacts in Kyungsoo’s phonebook. Kyungsoo had always been the type to attract people effortlessly, thanks to his friendly personality. Because of that, they’d spent even less time together this year.

With his entrance exams as an excuse, their meetings were limited to weekends only, and he barely saw Kyungsoo on weekdays. As the days passed, his feelings of disappointment piled up.

I can manage my grades on my own. Can’t you at least see me a bit more often? You see your classmates every day, so why can’t you spare just one evening during the week for me?

But he never voiced these thoughts aloud, fearing Kyungsoo would dismiss them as childish. That single year age gap suddenly felt wider than ever. Noeul had never felt particularly young before, but this year, he found himself wishing he could grow up faster.

I held back for an entire year, wanting to see you every day, and now we can finally be together… Do you expect me to listen to the New Year’s Eve bell alone, crying into my pillow, hyung?

It was infuriating.

To be honest, Noeul sometimes wished Kyungsoo would be a little meaner to people. He couldn’t deny that he felt anxious. The worst thing he’d heard all year was the saying, “You’ll get a girlfriend in college.”

Unlike high school, college was filled with all kinds of people, making it feel more dangerous somehow. Of course, Noeul knew there was no way Kyungsoo would stray—he was confident in himself. But it still made him uneasy, as if the entire world had its eyes on Kyungsoo.

He regretted not being born a year earlier.

“♥♥♥♥: Nnngh”

“♥♥♥♥: Are you asleep…? (11:10 PM)”

The text practically reeked of alcohol. Clearly, he had no intention of coming over. This hadn’t happened all year—except once, earlier in the year.

Imagining how Kyungsoo would call him tomorrow morning, all apologetic and flustered, made Noeul sigh with a faint smile.

“♥♥♥♥: You’re sleeping, huh…T^T (11:11 PM)”

“Me: I’m not asleep! ㅇㅅㅇ (11:11 PM)”

Noeul replied immediately, waiting for a response. About two minutes later, Kyungsoo responded with a series of typos.

“♥♥♥♥: Ama…zing hehe You’re not asleep? Hagha”

“♥♥♥♥: Our Noeul, why? Hagha (11:13 PM)”

“Me: Why am I only ‘our Noeul’ when you’re drunk… (11:13 PM)”

“♥♥♥♥: Why aren’t you sleeping??? (11:13 PM)”

“Me: You should go to bed. You’re gonna call me tomorrow morning again, right? (11:13 PM)”

“Me: Seriously, you should’ve just come home and slept T^T You know I sulk forever, so how are you planning to make it up to me? (11:14 PM)”

“Me: Kyungsoo Hyung? (11:20 PM)”

Curious why he’d asked if he was sleeping, Noeul was now wide awake. It felt like Kyungsoo wanted to say something but was too drunk. Then, suddenly, his phone rang.

When he answered, all he could hear was Kyungsoo’s breathing before the call was abruptly cut off. Moments later, it rang again.

“Hello? Hyung?”

—”….”

“Hello?”

—”Yeah… it’s me.”

Noeul blinked, confused. What was with his voice?

“Are you feeling okay, Hyung?”

—”I’m fine… but, Noeul, why aren’t you asleep? It’s so late… why?”

His voice sounded perfectly steady, as if he wasn’t drunk at all. But the strange phrasing told Noeul otherwise.

“You? Why aren’t you asleep? How much did you drink?”

—”Not much. I’m totally fine. You know that, right?”

“…How would I know that?”

—”Huh? Why don’t you know? Everyone else knows… Oh! A cat.”

“A cat…?”

Checking the time, it was ten minutes to midnight. He could hear the sound of passing cars and the fierce wind.

“Wait… are you still outside?!”

—”Gasp. How did you know?”

“Why are you wandering around drunk?! It’s freezing—go home and sleep.”

—“Good night then”

“You’re gonna forget about this call tomorrow right?”

—”No No I won’t forget… but, Noeul, can you come out? …To see the cat? It’s orange like cheese.”

From that, Noeul realized Kyungsoo wasn’t near his school. He immediately got up, slipping on his shoes, and asked urgently.

“…Hyung, where are you right now?”

– Me? Near your house. I’m between… some trees. I’ll be watching the cat while I wait.

“What trees? …Hyung? Kyungsoo hyung!”

That was all he said before hanging up. Alarmed, Noeul redialed, but he didn’t pick up. Imagining his boyfriend shivering somewhere outside in the freezing cold made the biting chill seem insignificant. On the small TV inside the chicken shop, a New Year’s Eve broadcast was playing. He’d been so eager to watch it together, but if his boyfriend wasn’t there, it felt pointless.

Wandering around the neighborhood, Noeul finally found Kyungsoo sitting among the bushes in a nearby park, petting a cat. The cat, perched on a heat pack, purred softly with its eyes closed.

“…Kyungsoo hyung.”

“Hmm?”

At the sound of his name, Kyungsoo’s expression immediately softened. The moment he recognized Noeul, he shot up and ran toward him. Kyungsoo hugged him tightly around the neck, his icy cheek pressing against Noeul’s hands.

How long had he been outside? His face felt like ice. Kyungsoo rubbed his face against Noeul’s hands, giggling. It was such an unusual sight that Noeul felt both flustered and secretly wished this moment would last forever.

“Ugh, you smell like alcohol.”

Still clinging to him and reeking of alcohol, Kyungsoo lifted his head with a grin.

“Noeul, what are you doing here? Did you miss your hyung that much?”

“…Hyung you came to my house, remember?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Then I must’ve missed you a lot. So much.”

“…Seriously?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Kyungsoo gently brushed Noeul’s hair aside. He was being too sweet and open. Of course, Noeul already knew how much Kyungsoo cared for him, but hearing it felt different. The words “I missed you” melted away all the lingering resentment he’d been feeling.

Liar. He said he doesn’t seem drunk, but he’s obviously wasted.

The thought that so many other people might have seen him like this made Noeul’s head throb. He resolved that starting next year—no, this year—he wouldn’t let Kyungsoo be alone with anyone else when drinking.

Kyungsoo, who had been walking perfectly straight and holding himself together, collapsed the moment they passed through the front door. He slumped down by the shoe rack as if all the tension had left his body. Startled, Noeul bent down to help him up, but—

“Ugh! …Hyung?”

“…….”

Kyungsoo buried his face in Noeul’s neck. Then, gently nibbling at his skin, he began sucking hard, as if trying to leave a mark. When that didn’t seem to work, he wiggled his eyebrows and occasionally bit softly, just enough to sting a little.

Noeul couldn’t bring himself to dislike the possessiveness. If anything, he loved it too much. He slid his fingers through Kyungsoo’s hair, the strands tangling around his fingers like they belonged there. Kyungsoo just buried himself deeper into the crook of his neck.

“Hyung, you know what day it is today? It’s January 1st.”

“Hmm?”

“But because you suddenly showed up, I missed the New Year’s bell. If you’d been a little less busy, we could’ve gone to see the fireworks together.”

“So what? I was busy. What do you expect me to do about it?”

“Even so, I’m really happy….”

Noeul smiled brightly.

“What are you even saying? Stop ruining the mood and stay still.”

Who’s the one ruining the mood here… Noeul grumbled internally, tilting his head slightly with a playful pout. Then, wearing the expression he knew Kyungsoo was weak against, he whispered:

“Hyung, you know… I’m really an adult now. Really….”

“I didn’t ask. I told you to stay still, didn’t I?”

“….”

Noeul had never been the most obedient boyfriend. Rather than staying still, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the flushed skin of Kyungsoo’s neck, trailing down to his collarbone. He sucked gently, leaving a faint red mark before brushing his thumb over it.

In the silent space where only the two of them existed, their eyes met. Kyungsoo, his eyelids heavy with sleep, slowly lifted his gaze. Neither of them could tell who moved first, but their lips met. The kiss burned with heat.

The shower head poured out water at just the right temperature. The water enveloped the two of them, flowing from their heads to their toes. He’d stopped mid-kiss and walked into the bathroom so suddenly, Noeul had thought he was just washing up. But a while later, when there was no sound, Noeul went in to find Kyungsoo struggling with his soaked clothes. The memory still made him chuckle.

He’d approached to help Kyungsoo undress, but Kyungsoo pulled him into the shower stall, getting Noeul wet in the process. After tossing aside their wet, clinging clothes, Noeul noticed Kyungsoo staring at him with a strange look.

“Uh, hyu…ung.”

Without hesitation, he reached for Noeul’s lower body. Noeul wasn’t exactly conscientious, so he decided to enjoy whatever Kyungsoo did.

“How… how is it this pretty every time I see it? Don’t your friends tease you about it being pink?”

“Only hyu…ung teases me… uh…!”

“Only me?”

Kyungsoo grinned, looking oddly satisfied. The scent of alcohol had been mostly washed away, leaving behind his original, subtle body scent. Noeul liked Kyungsoo normally, but sometimes he thought it was okay for him to have a drink. He really liked Kyungsoo when he was bolder and more honest than usual. Kyungsoo lightly grasped his long, straight dick and shook it gently.

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T/N: I was at a wedding so I couldn’t post on time. I’m sorry. You can read 10 chapters ahead on my Patreon!