TSOTI – Chapter 1.2

He thought he’d slept enough on the intercity bus, but the journey had been more exhausting than expected. Doyoung fell asleep almost immediately after dusk. As a result, he skipped dinner entirely and remained deeply asleep for a long while. When he came to, everything around him was pitch-dark. He turned on his phone to check the time—it was already past midnight, edging toward dawn.

Doyoung pushed himself up from the bed. He’d downed a whole can of beer in one go before passing out, and now the urge to pee surged up. Recalling what Seungbin had told him earlier that day, he left the room and headed across the backyard toward the main house.

At the far right end of the main building was a metal door that looked slightly different from the other doors in the rooms. He instinctively knew it was the bathroom-slash-toilet and carefully pulled the handle.

Perhaps because it was well-oiled, the door opened without a sound. Through the crack, the inside was revealed. Unexpectedly, the lights were on—there was someone inside. At this hour, he’d assumed no one would be around, so it was an awkward surprise. Cursing himself for opening the door without knocking, Doyoung quietly tried to close it.

He definitely meant to.

“Huuh… huh….”

Some sound from inside stopped his hand. A deep, low breathing—someone was letting out heated breaths, moaning softly.

TAP TAP TAP TAP.

Along with it came the sound of flesh slapping, friction rising and falling.

It was a sound any man would recognize. The sound of gripping a hot, fully risen piece of flesh and shaking it—masturbation.

Doyoung’s hand on the doorknob trembled. He should have shut the door immediately and left, but for some reason, his feet stayed rooted in place.

The moans drifted out—the sticky, obscene sounds ringing in his ears,they stirred his desire. Coupled with the memory of Seungwoo’s naked body he’d seen earlier that day, his impure cravings swelled.

Gulp.

Dry saliva slid down his throat. His grip on the knob tightened, his hand shaking violently. Doyoung wavered. He knew he absolutely shouldn’t—but desires he’d long kept festering in the dark kept dragging his gaze back into the bathroom.

In the end, his body, weak to instinct, couldn’t tear itself away. With a trembling hand still on the knob, Doyoung slowly shifted his gaze inside.

He saw Seungwoo at once. Even from behind, he recognized him instantly. Standing before the sink with the mirror, Seungwoo was jerking his cock. The way he wrapped a large hand around the long, hard-swollen shaft and pumped it was rough and unrestrained.

He’d dragged his training pants down past his hips, far enough that the cleft of his ass was visible, leaving only his cock pulled free and clenched in his hand. He had the hem of his undershirt clenched between his teeth, his well-defined abs fully exposed.

Doyoung’s eyes were drawn to the cock in his grasp. The reddened glans had split open, leaking clear fluid, and the wrinkles running from the parted head down the shaft showed starkly each time it reared up.

In that instant, saliva pooled in Doyoung’s mouth. It was a particularly dark-colored cock. It looked delicious enough to taste like chocolate if he sucked on it—the deep hue only made it more tempting. Veins bulged grotesquely along the thick pillar, far larger than anything he had. That ugly, obscene sight only aroused him more.

The sharply defined ridge of the glans looked perfectly shaped to burrow into a female hole and scrape along the inner walls. If that solidly packed mass pressed heavily inside, it felt like it would utterly wreck his insides. The cock was long enough that it couldn’t be fully grasped by one hand—perfect for hitting the deepest point. It was clearly the kind of cock that hole-having brats would go insane for.

‘I want to suck it. I want him to shove it all the way down my throat and violate me like that.’

Watching Seungwoo jerk his cock, those thoughts slipped out of Doyoung before he could stop himself. He wanted to suck it. He wanted it shoved into his mouth until he was a mess.

No—if he were more honest, he wanted to take it below. He wanted it inside the hole he had, pounded until he went slack. Leaning against Seungwoo’s solid chest, sucking on his thick lips, listening to his ragged breaths—he wanted to swallow the semen Seungwoo poured out.

It was a desire he’d held back for so long. Stepping into a strange place, feeling this kind of excitement for the first time, made the cravings Doyoung had suppressed explode in an instant.

“Fuck.”

From the tip of the cock Seungwoo was gripping, white fluid burst out. His ass tightened above the lowered pants, the large glute muscles clenching hard. He screwed his face up and bit down on his lip. Beneath the lifted shirt, his abs flexed wildly.

The bright-red head gaped open, spewing out the white fluid. His cock shook its head roughly as he came.

SPLAT. SPLAT.

White liquid splattered all over the sink. In an instant, it left the surrounding area a complete mess.

“Huu, huh, huh.”

Seungwoo let out rough breaths. The low moans escaping around the shirt clenched in his mouth, and the look in his eyes, made Doyoung’s lower half fully hard.

Doyoung’s chest trembled. The face Seungwoo made as he climaxed, the jaw and neck corded with veins from the force—everything slashed mercilessly at his heart.

It was obscene. Just watching made it feel like he’d burst any second. He wanted him. He wanted to take that hot, throbbing mass into his hole and swallow the semen Seungwoo gave him.

“Huh….”

Finished, Seungwoo exhaled and lazily stretched, stroking his softened cock. His lust-soaked eyes were half-lidded, creating an even more indecent atmosphere. His rough breathing gradually slowed, the heaving of his chest settling down.

He released the shirt from his mouth and tidied the mess of his cock, tucking it back into his training pants. His dark bangs shifted slightly over his neat forehead. Just as he lifted his gaze—

“…!”

Their eyes met.

Through the mirror, Seungwoo’s gaze collided with Doyoung’s—the gaze of someone who’d been secretly peeping. It felt as if Doyoung’s heart stopped outright. All the sensations that had been raging through him froze in an instant.

Seungwoo’s expression sharpened when he spotted Doyoung. His eyes narrowed as he glared at him through the mirror. Doyoung’s body jolted. Without realizing it, he sprang away from the door and began backing up.

A few steps away, he turned and ran. He tore across the unfamiliar backyard in the dark, chest pounding as if it would burst. In that moment, resentment toward himself for being so stupid and getting caught surged violently.

“hff— hff. hhu— hff.”

Barely reaching the annex, Doyoung gasped for breath. He kicked off his shoes and stumbled into the room. In contrast to his wildly racing heart, everything around him was quiet. As if nothing had happened at all, the room lay steeped in silence. Leaning back against the door, Doyoung stood there for a long while.

***

The next day, it was late afternoon by the time Doyoung finally came out of his room. He’d tossed and turned all night before managing to sleep at all, and he’d slept straight through even Seungbin calling him to come eat.

As he headed toward the main house, his face looked a mess. He’d slept, but not deeply—his mind was still unsettled. He had no idea how he was supposed to face Seungwoo. They’d only met yesterday and barely exchanged a few words—so how had he ended up like an idiot, spying on the man masturbating?

“Haah.”

A sigh slipped out. If Seungwoo confronted him, he’d have to apologize no matter what. Bracing himself, he finally moved his feet. Just as he reached the front yard of the main house, the one person he least wanted to see—Seungwoo—was sitting on the wooden platform talking with Seungbin.

When Doyoung approached with an awkward expression, the two of them sensed him and stopped talking at the same time, as if on cue.

“Oh? Hyung, you’re up now?”

Seungbin greeted him cheerfully. Flustered and embarrassed, Doyoung couldn’t even lift his head properly as he replied.

“Mm… yeah….”

“You must’ve been really tired. I called you to eat this morning, but you didn’t answer, so I just let you sleep.”

“Ah… I see.”

“You’re hungry, right? Want me to fix you something?”

“No, it’s okay. My stomach’s not feeling great.”

“Still. You’ve got to be starving.”

Seungbin looked at him with genuine concern. From his attitude, it seemed like he had no idea what had happened between Seungwoo and Doyoung the night before—or perhaps he was deliberately pretending not to know out of consideration.

Either way, Doyoung couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable. He’d never really experienced other people’s consideration before, so this kind of situation felt unfamiliar.

“Wouldn’t it be better to eat something?”

While he stood there awkwardly, a voice cut in—one that wasn’t Seungbin’s.

It was Seungwoo.

Wondering if the words were even directed at him, Doyoung blinked his large eyes and looked at Seungwoo. It wasn’t a particularly warm tone like Seungbin’s, but considering Doyoung had spied on him masturbating, it sounded unexpectedly gentle. He couldn’t help being surprised.

“You didn’t even eat dinner yesterday. You’re skinny as it is—you’ll collapse at this rate.”

Not only Doyoung, but even Seungbin looked startled, turning to Seungwoo with a surprised expression. Then, seizing the moment, he chimed in enthusiastically.

“Exactly, hyung. Yesterday, all you had was a can of beer after you got here—you’ll seriously pass out like that. I’ll grab something right away. Just sit here for a bit. Don’t refuse.”

With that, Seungbin jumped to his feet. Flashing Doyoung with a bright smile, he headed for the kitchen. Left alone with Seungwoo, Doyoung fidgeted, not knowing what to do. He felt like he should apologize for what happened last night, but the thought of bringing it up himself was so embarrassing that his mouth wouldn’t open.

Yet pretending nothing happened felt wrong, too, especially since they’d be seeing each other for a whole month. Unable to find any solution, he just lowered his head, his eyes darting aimlessly.

“Don’t just stand there—sit down.”

Doyoung flinched and snapped his head up. With how many times Seungwoo had startled him today, it felt like his heart wouldn’t survive.

“No,—I’m… more comfortable standing.”

“Who’s comfortable standing?”

“……”

“Quit the nonsense and just come sit. No one’s going to eat you just because you sit here.”

With Seungwoo insisting that far, Doyoung had no choice. He shuffled over and carefully sat beside him. Sitting shoulder to shoulder like this only doubled the awkwardness. His face heated up, his heart pounding wildly.

“……”

Doyoung tensed, half-expecting Seungwoo to bring up what had happened at dawn. But for some reason, he said nothing. Silence settled naturally between them, and Doyoung stayed there holding his breath.

A moment later, Seungbin returned carrying a tray. He set a small table with rice, soup, and several side dishes on the platform.

“I just threw together what we had. I hope it suits your taste, hyung.”

For something he claimed was just “what we had,” the spread was impressively well-prepared. Doyoung’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected much food-wise from a guesthouse run by two young guys—but this was practically on par with a decent diner.

“Oh! Hyung, where are you going?”

As Doyoung greeted the meal and picked up his spoon, Seungwoo, who’d been sitting beside him, stood up. To Seungbin’s question, he replied curtly, “Stay,” and headed toward the gate across the front yard.

“He always does that. What would kill him to sit a bit longer?”

Seungbin grumbled in dissatisfaction. Then he quickly changed expressions, turning back to Doyoung with his usual bright smile.

“Hyung. Eating alone’s boring, right? Want me to keep you company?”

He looked at Doyoung as if asking for permission. Doyoung hesitated briefly, then nodded awkwardly.

“Yes!” Seungbin exclaimed, plopping down across from him.

While Doyoung quietly ate, Seungbin started chatting about this and that. Listening to him talk, Doyoung’s awkwardness gradually began to fade. This kindness, maybe it wasn’t so bad. Scooping up his soup, Doyoung thought quietly that he really had made the right choice coming to this island.