TSOTI – Chapter 5.5

The weather quickly turned cold, and before long, the season arrived when people had to pull out their padded winter coats. Doyoung, wrapped tightly inside his musty old black parka, hurried home with short, quick steps.

He opened the door to the empty semi-basement room. The first thing to greet him was the broken fan. He had meant to throw it out right after returning, but still hadn’t.

He hadn’t realized—he must have left the fan running before leaving for the summer. The aged motor had given out completely. It had literally become scrap metal. In a way, it was fortunate. If it had been newer and stronger, the motor might have exploded from overload.

Doyoung took off his coat and headed to the bathroom. Most homes would have the boiler on in weather like this, but Doyoung’s was the exception—he had to save every penny. Running the boiler at all felt like luxury. Even in the depths of winter blizzards, he had survived with just an electric blanket. And since he had spent the last of his money on the trip to Banwoldo, it seemed he might not even have that this winter.

He washed his hands in ice-cold water and came back out. He pulled out the small, paint-peeling table and took out a near-expired triangle kimbap from the convenience store. Crunch crunch. He had forgotten to microwave it; the rice grains felt like pebbles. The unpleasant texture rolling around in his mouth was depressingly familiar.

After finishing another meal that way, he stood up. Too cold to do much else, he washed only his hair and roughly lay down to sleep. In the darkened room, only the streetlamp light filtering through the window filled the space. Exhausted, Doyoung struggled to fall asleep.

“…….”

Sleep refused to come tonight. Despite being bone-tired from last semester’s classes and convenience store shifts, his mind was strangely clear. Perhaps because the streetlamp outside—maybe malfunctioning—kept flickering unusually brightly today. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the light, and it bothered him terribly.

“Ah…….”

Doyoung opened his closed eyes again. Staring blankly into the dim room, he suddenly remembered Banwoldos night sky. The sky there was so beautiful. Unlike Seoul, stars poured down like they might fall, filling the dark expanse and making his heart flutter just looking at them.

Doyoung fell into thought. Picturing the island’s beautiful scenery naturally brought them to mind. What were the two doing right now? Sitting on the platform drinking beer like before? No—winter had come to Banwoldo too; the platform would be cold. They were probably warming themselves under the heated floor while drinking.

Thinking of them brought a smile to Doyoung’s face. Just thinking about them made him feel this good. Yet at the same time, longing spread through a corner of his heart. If only he could see them in person instead of just thinking.

“…….”

Doyoung suddenly remembered the day he left Banwoldo. Seungbin waved cheerfully like a child until the very end, and Seungwoo quietly smiled from behind as he sent him off—the images rose faintly.

He had held back tears until the end because he didn’t want to show them crying, but on the returning bus, he had sobbed uncontrollably. Clutching the gift Seungbin had given him.

“Oh right… the gift…”

Come to think of it, Seungbin had given him a gift that day. He had deliberately avoided opening it because it would hurt too much, and in the busyness, he had completely forgotten.

Remembering it after so long, unbearable curiosity rose in Doyoung. If he opened it now, he felt like he might cry all night…

And yet the urge to check it kept growing stronger.

Perhaps because winter had made him lonely. Because he missed those warm days, because he missed their warmth so painfully—in this season, he simply couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Ha…….”

With a long sigh, Doyoung rose. In the drafty room, he managed to stand and walk to the shabby wardrobe in the corner.

Creak.

He opened the worn wardrobe door and took out the small box he had carefully stored deep inside. He had carried it all the way to Seoul so preciously, yet the ribbon on top had become slightly crooked. He had tried so hard to preserve it exactly as Seungbin gave it, but it had been pointless. Still, he was grateful he could keep it at least like this.

Slide.

Carefully, he untied the ribbon. The mint-colored knot loosened, revealing the lid. Doyoung bit his lip for a moment, then finally reached for the box. He opened the tightly closed lid and looked inside.

“Ah…….”

Inside was a single USB drive. From the outside, it looked completely ordinary. Doyoung stared at it for a long time in slight bewilderment. He felt somewhat dazed.

Could there be a letter inside?

He plugged the USB into his laptop. The old secondhand machine whirred noisily to life. The bottom quickly grew hot against his thighs. He had once fallen asleep hugging the laptop on winter nights just to feel its warmth and ended up with burns on his arm, yet he still couldn’t give up the small heat this machine provided.

Click. Click.

He opened the files. Several videos were inside. With a slightly pounding heart, Doyoung clicked the first one. The laptop screen was filled with video. Greeting him was a body all too familiar.

—”Mm… ah…”

In the video, he was moaning. Pussy drooling cum from fingers thrusting inside, body jerking with rising arousal.

—”Hyung, does it feel good when I put my fingers inside?”

Seungbin’s voice came from the video. He was holding the phone to film, so his face wasn’t visible, but Doyoung knew it was him from the voice alone.

—”Mm… yeah… it feels good.”

—”Your body’s squeezing my fingers a lot right now.”

—”Mm… ah…”

—”You hear that sound? That’s the wet sound coming from you.”

Doyoung immediately remembered when this had been filmed. The first time Seungbin filmed his pussy and called it pretty. Probably from around then. Since that day, Seungbin had kept recording their acts.

—”How is it? The sound’s pretty lewd, right?”

Watching himself in the video, Doyoung felt embarrassed. At the time, he had been lost in pleasure, mind hazy with no real thoughts, but seeing his own obscene appearance so clearly now made his face burn with shame.

He looked far more vulgar and lewd than expected. Spreading his legs shamelessly, exposing everything—his wanton figure felt so filthy he couldn’t look straight at it.

Yet as the video continued and he heard Seungbin’s gentle recorded voice, he gradually became immersed.

—”I want to see it. Can you show me touching yourself?”

As soon as Seungbin spoke, he saw himself rubbing his pussy. Naked before the two men, pussy leaking cum, masturbating openly. Soon, the on-screen Doyoung began climaxing. Wailing like a beast, his hips bucking, squirting from his pussy.

—”Ah! Ah! It feels good!”

Doyoung stared blankly at himself climaxing in the video. Covered in spray, droplets clinging even to the lens, he looked blissfully happy as he came. Seeing that euphoric face made Doyoung’s heart pound fiercely. Something boiled up inside his chest.

—”Is that enough for you?”

Soon Seungwoo approached and lifted him onto his body. Doyoung began masturbating again with Seungwoo’s cock inside his pussy. He moved far more eagerly than when alone.

His blissful expression was plain even to those watching Doyoung.

—”Ah… it feels good. Seungwoo’s cock is so good…”

Before long, the on-screen Doyoung was spewing unbelievably filthy words. Doyoung—ashamed yet unable to look away—kept watching himself enjoy the act.

At the same time, subtle arousal began to rise. Seeing himself being cherished by the two men while engaging in such lewd acts gradually built excitement.

—”…Pussy. Impregnate my pussy.”

When the on-screen self finally begged to be impregnated, Doyoung—as if entranced—moved his hand downward. Watching himself with the two men, he slipped his fingers into his panties and began rubbing his pussy.

The three in the video were burning hot, thoroughly wet. Exchanging filthy words while fucking wildly.

—”How am I supposed to make you pregnant?”

—”Thrust your cock in my pussy…… Shoot your cum inside…….”

—”Yeah. And then?”

—”Your cum fills my uterus…… So…… hng!”

The on-screen Doyoung climaxed again. Watching himself cry out in ecstasy, the real Doyoung came from his pussy too. The heat of that day seemed to spread through his entire body again. As if held in their arms, raw pleasure set every nerve ablaze.

—”Aah! Good! Ngh! Ngh! Seungwoo’s cock, cock! Mmmngh, delicious!”

Doyoung’s moans echoed loudly in the room. The on-screen and real Doyoung climaxed together, crying out. His still-clothed underwear and pants grew soaked. The trembling body shook the laptop screen along with it.

“Aheungh, ngh! Mmmngh, ngh!”

After a long climax, pouring out cries, Doyoung breathed hard. Even after coming, he couldn’t escape the afterglow, rubbing his swollen clitoris to savor the lingering pleasure.

—”Our hyung came again. Why does even the way you come look so pretty, hyung?”

Hearing Seungbin’s gentle voice suddenly, Doyoung choked up. The affection in it made it worse. Closing his eyes slowly, he etched Seungbin’s soft voice into his heart while continuing to rub his pussy.

“I want to feel more…… Seungwoo and Seungbin’s voices…… I want to hear them closer…….”

Doyoung opened his eyes. He closed the current file and played the next. This time, it was the yard flooded with bright sunlight. There he was, drenched, playing in the water with Seungwoo.

—”Hey, stop it. It’s cold, hey!”

Running from Seungwoo’s mischievous splashing filled the screen. Droplets caught the sunlight, turning transparent. The summer sun felt hot just to look at; the sprays soaking them looked refreshingly cool to the core.

Doyoung’s eyes reddened. The two in the video were too beautiful. Like a movie capturing midsummer memories—too beautiful. Tears welled up uncontrollably.

In the video, they looked happier than anyone. Running around the yard, soaked, bursting into endless laughter.

—”Heyy. Let go. Let go. Seriously cold. I said it’s cold.”

Soon Seungwoo caught him. Hugging from behind, he slipped the hose inside Doyoung’s clothes and soaked him. The scene was captured perfectly.

After a moment, Seungwoo turned Doyoung around. Then he kissed him. Under white sunlight, the drenched two embraced and kissed. More beautiful than any movie, Doyoung finally…… burst into tears.

While watching the videos, Doyoung felt like he was going mad. The acts with them were captured so explicitly that it was embarrassing, yet whenever the two spoke gently to his melted post-climax self, tears poured, and he couldn’t think straight.

Doyoung played the videos like crazy, forgetting to sleep. Through the long winter night, he watched and rewatched himself in them.

Seeing himself crawl naked and collared on the beach, he thrust fingers into his pussy. When he cried, realizing it had been Seungbin’s cock—not another man’s—he laughed through tears without realizing.

So Doyoung cried, laughed, grew aroused, and missed them while watching every file except one.

Click.

The cursor hovered over the last video. Double-clicking started playback. Doyoung stared blankly at a scene he didn’t remember. In it, he lay naked and motionless—as if unconscious—receiving Seungwoo’s cock.

—”Hyung, look here.”

Seungbin’s voice came as soon as the video began. At his call, Seungwoo—moving between Doyoung’s legs—turned back.

—”You’re filming again?”

—”Gotta record a lot. Hyung’s leaving day is coming up soon.”

—”What are you gonna do with so many? Watch them later to jerk off?”

—”It’s a secret.”

Seungwoo smirked and turned forward again, resuming his thrusts. How many times had they fucked—every hip movement produced wet, obscene pussy sounds.

Splash splash. Squelch squelch.

Seungwoo focused on fucking without caring that Seungbin filmed. Doyoung—unconscious—simply rocked with Seungwoo’s movements. Soon, the erector spinae along Seungwoo’s broad back bulged. Glutes filled with power tensed; his pelvis began trembling.

—”Fuck.”

With a curse, Seungwoo began ejaculating. At climax, his face twisted in pleasure, head thrown back, moaning hotly. His euphoric expression filled the screen. Doyoung—never able to see clearly during the act due to pleasure—could now stare openly at Seungwoo’s climax face through the video.

—”Oh. Our hyung looks kinda sexy?”

Finished ejaculating, Seungwoo savored the afterglow despite Seungbin’s teasing. Keeping his waist rigid and head back, he moved only his hips to slide in and out of the pussy. His slow-moving ass was lewd. Sweaty hair swept back by hand, he exhaled hotly. Like the time Doyoung had secretly watched him jerk off alone in the bathroom, his decadent expression trembled the heart.

—”Hyung. Feels good?”

At Seungbin’s question, Seungwoo slowly turned back. Eyes heavy with arousal, voice languid.

—”What do you think?”

—”Must feel fucking good.”

—”You already know, so why ask?”

After answering, Seungwoo turned forward again. Reaching out, he lifted Doyoung’s unconscious body into his arms. Handling something precious—as if it might break if gripped too hard—he embraced him with utmost care.

Smack.

Then he kissed him. Supporting the slack face, he pressed his lips to Doyoung’s parted ones.

“…….”

At that moment, Doyoung saw it. The look in Seungwoo’s eyes as he gazed at him.

Full of affection—the tender gaze one shows only to a beloved.

—”Hyung is so pretty, isn’t he?”

Seungbin asked. Normally, Seungwoo would have ignored him, but for some reason, he didn’t this time.

—”Yeah. Pretty.”

Doyoung’s face twisted. The chest pain he had felt the night before leaving Banwoldo revived sharply.

—”What do I do when hyung leaves? I think I’ll have a really hard time.”

Finally, tears filled both eyes and trailed down his cheeks. A faint sob leaked between his lips.

—”Can you live without Doyoung hyung?”