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“Jiho.”
“Yes.”
I went out as I heard Park Youngjun calling me, and a familiar customer was waiting for me. I bowed my head, greeting him, and then walked over.
“Good afternoon.”
“Yes.”
The man who was waiting for me was my regular customer. Well, for a regular, he only came once every few months, but he was my customer in that he requested for me every time he came. The man was a quiet one, so I felt comfortable with him, and the boss said the man seemed comfortable with me too since I didn’t talk.
With the other customers, I would have asked how they were doing, but I didn’t have to say anything to the man. When he was waiting, instead of looking at his phone or magazine like other customers, he would watch what I was doing or look outside.
He was modest in his dress and speech. I didn’t know what his actual personality was like, but I thought it wouldn’t be bad to be like him when I got older. Of course, my number one role model was Yeon Woojeong.
Yeon Woojeong said he would get off work early today. I should have called him after this customer went. I checked at the time before taking a look at the man’s car.
“Your hair’s gotten long.”
“Sorry?”
I looked back at the sudden voice, and the man hesitated before saying it again.
“You have very long hair.”
“Oh, yes.”
“…”
“I can’t find time to go get a haircut.”
I guessed the man noticed how I squeezed my eyes because of my bangs. Looking back, I realized this was the first time the man talked to me. Are my bangs that disturbing? The man looked shy as if it took a lot of courage to initiate the talk. I smiled, thinking that it was amusing that a man of that age could be shy. Well, it wasn’t a bad thing to know there were many kinds of people as I got older.
“Thank you. Please come back another time.”
I checked at the time after sending the man to go, and a vibration came from my pocket. It was a call from Yeon Woojeong.
—Why did you smile?
“Huh?”
I blinked blankly as I heard the question that rang as soon as I picked up the call. I couldn’t help but think alone since Yeon Woojeong didn’t say anything even though I asked back. I only smiled at that time…
As soon as I turned my head, I saw a car parked on the roadside across from the car center. The black car’s window rolled down a little, and white fingers slipped out of it, waving in the air.
“When did you get here?”
—A bit ago.
“Hold on a second. I’ll tidy up quickly.”
—Okay.
When I was about to end the call, Yeon Woojeong called me. Looking at the car window rolling up, I put my phone to my ear.
“What’s wrong?”
—Are you going to change your clothes?
“Mhm.”
“Just go like that.”
“It won’t take long to change.”
“Just come here like that.”
“… Okay.”
Does he want to go ASAP? Oh, maybe he’s hungry. After tidying up, I told my coworkers that I would go first and then went to the locker room. It felt uncomfortable to just go home wearing my work uniform, but anyway, I only took out my clothes from my locker and shoved them into my bag.
“See you on Monday.”
“Yeah, see you, Jiho.”
I left the car center and stood in front of the crosswalk. I wanted to cross quickly, so I waited for the light and sprinted ahead as soon as the light turned green. As I got into the passenger seat, Yeon Woojeong reached out and squeezed my cheek. I turned my head and kissed his palm before fastening my seatbelt.
“You’re early.”
“Yeah. I’ve been working hard these few days.”
His tone was somewhat coy, but I knew best that he worked hard. Wouldn’t Yeon Woojeong’s work decrease a bit if all the prosecutors in this world worked as hard as him?
“So, why did you smile?”
His question overshadowed my random thought. I didn’t smile for such a big reason, though.
“He was a regular, and he’s shy. But he talked to me for the first time today. He said my hair is getting long.”
“That person must have left a good impression on you. You don’t like it when your customers talk to you, do you?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it, they just make me annoyed.”
Yeon Woojeong let out a light laugh. I grabbed his hand while the car stopped at the traffic light. He glanced at me before squeezing my hand once. I squeezed his hand back, and then he squeezed my hand again. We played like that for a while, and I let go of his hand as the light changed.
“Oh! Mr. Yeon, are you hungry?”
“No.”
“Then are you tired?”
“No, why?”
“Well, you told me to go quickly.”
“No reason.”
He gave my body a quick scan. What’s that? I ducked my head to look down, but there was literally nothing on me.
The jammed road was only cleared when we got close to home. I ate noodle soup for lunch, and it made me hungry quickly. While I was thinking about what to have for dinner, we arrived home.
“What do you want for dinner?”
I asked Yeon Woojeong as we got on the elevator. He didn’t answer me and tapped his finger on his thigh. His gaze was fixed on the rising floor number. Is he not hungry? Recalling what we had in the refrigerator, I walked out of the elevator as it arrived on our floor.
“How about kimchi fried rice?”
I asked as we got to the entryway, and Yeon Woojeong took off his shoes and tossed his briefcase aside. I belatedly realized that Yeon Woojeong was acting strange. He ignored my questions twice. I read his face after taking off my sneakers, but he suddenly cocked his head and scanned me from head to toe.
“Ah.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve been waiting too long.”
My back was against the wall as Yeon Woojeong pushed my shoulder. He pulled the corner of his mouth up. His fingertips slid down from my shoulder and groped my chest. I could finally read the excitement in his face. Why suddenly? I couldn’t figure it out, but it wasn’t bad. I caught Yeon Woojeong’s fingers as they tried to move down.
“I’ll take a shower first.”
“Let’s just do it.”
“Here?”
“It’s nothing new.”
“I’ll take off my clo—”
He suddenly sat in front of me. I held back my breath, looking down at him. The pants wrapping around his spread thighs were pulled taut. Yeon Woojeong, looking up at me, was dressed neatly, even his tie. With both hands, he grabbed my thighs, stroking them, and then brought his hands to the front of my pants. My chest swelled up and down. Yeon Woojeong traced my penis behind my pants and stroked it, making it harden underneath with just a brief touch.
“My clothes, are dirty.”
“You’re cleaner than anything else in this house.”
Yeon Woojeong leaned his head forward and put his lips on the front of my pants. My nape felt tight. As he looked up at me, the white parts of his eyes showed more. Heat rose under his gaze, and I couldn’t help but touch Yeon Woojeong’s hair. And as if that was a cue, Yeon Woojeong smirked, bit down on the zipper behind the padded fabric with his teeth, and pulled it down roughly.
I never expected that part would be used in times like this. Yeon Woojeong’s hands probed in the opened zipper. He groped my penis over my underwear before pulling it out. It was hard to see the sight of my penis out of the coveralls that covered me fully to my wrists and ankles. So, I looked elsewhere, but Yeon Woojeong stuck out his tongue and licked the tip.