BIGBUTADORABLE . BL0GSPOT . C0M
"Han Yeong-hae, have you been smoking long enough to be so skilled? Han Yeong-hae, you will not get any taller if you keep smoking!"

"Geez, I'm already an adult and I can damn well smoke. And I told you not to make fun of my height! Do you think everyone in the world is a giant like you? No, I'm not small! You're just a giant!"

"That's, uh... That's because you're small! Look at me! I'm tall because I don't smoke!"

"That's because you're older than me, duh! And I smoke and drink at my own expense, what the hell is your problem, old man?"

BONG!

Tae-hwan swung his thick hand and hit Yeong-hae in the back of the head. The cigarette fell out of the boy's open mouth. It was so sudden that tears formed in his eyes. Not stopping there, Tae-hwan snatched the lighter back, then reached into the boy's pants pocket, looking for his cigarette pack. Fumbling here and there. Groping up and down.

"Oh, stop, stop! Don't do that!"

Yeong-hae shouted in panic, but Tae-hwan's hand kept digging in relentlessly until... something bulging—not a cigarette—was caught by his hand.

"What the hell is this?!"

Thinking the boy was hiding something illegal (cigarettes were legal for Yeong-hae, by the way), Tae-hwan lost his cool and just squeezed it, making Yeong-hae groan and bite his lower lip.

"Ugh..."

"What?"

"My c0ck, my c0ck, MY C0CK!"

"Where the hell did you learn to talk like—"

Ah, sh*t. Tae-hwan hurriedly pulled his hand away. Right, yes, that's his dicck, the thing he just squeezed. He realized it too late. No, but this dicck was too big for Yeong-hae's body. And judging by the way it was bulging under his pants...

"Are you hard?"

"Man, you are so damn annoying..."

"But...don't swear, Yeong-hae... Do all your friends use language like that? I told you not to play game too much..."

Cough, cough, cough—

Tae-hwan coughed and blamed Yeong-hae's friends and his game for the boy's foul language. Yes, it must have been the game that made Yeong-hae so irritable. His identity confusion must also be due to the influence of the game!

"Oh, you're such an idiot, just shut up! Ugh, seriously..."

"Uh... I'm sorry. Are you in much pain?"

Tae-hwan patted Yeong-hae's tailbone with his curled fist, which Yeong-hae responded to with an annoyed shake. Tae-hwan apologized profusely and reached out with his free hand to stroke Yeong-hae's head. The boy's eyes glazed over, but one corner of his mouth quirked up as if he liked having his hair stroked.

"You suddenly fuccked my dicck and said it didn't hurt?"

"Oh, Han Yeong-hae, I told you not to curse!"

But Yeong-hae's habitual use of swear words made Tae-hwan raise his voice again.

"I really hate you..."

Tae-hwan's heart weakened again at the sight of Yeong-hae's tearful face. Feeling sorry for him, he stroked the boy's hair more gently and blew on it like he did when Yeong-hae was a child, causing the boy's forehead to frown.

"Ah, I'm really sorry. Uh... chicken, do you want chicken? Or maybe pizza?"

"I'm just a kid to you, right?"

"What?"

"I'm...hard here because you touched me! How can I not get hard when the person from my wet dreams suddenly touches me? I was thinking about you yesterday too!"

Sniff!

"Oh boy..."

Tae-hwan tried to wipe away Yeong-hae's tears with the back of his hand, but he was dodged and Yeong-hae took a step back and glared at him.

"You... I'm not a child anymore, you scold me for smoking, you scold me for cursing, you scold me for being a child!"

The words were spoken with such venom that blood stood in Tae-hwan's throat. He felt sorry for Yeong-hae as the boy looked at him with tears in his eyes, but he had no intention of having the kind of relationship Yeong-hae wanted.

"Han Yeong-hae..."

Tae-hwan was forty years old while Yeong-hae was only twenty. When Tae-hwan turned sixty one day, Yeong-hae would only be forty, the gap would never close. He even thought of the boy's parents as his sister and brother, how could he have such a relationship with a child he'd known since he was in his sister's womb?

"You're still young..."

Tae-hwan could only assume that Yeong-hae's feelings were the temporary confusion of a child. He took a step closer, wanted to hold the boy in his arms, to comfort him, to soothe him. He racked his brain for a moment, trying to figure out how to tell the boy in the most reasonable way that he had no intention of being anything he wanted. But before he could think of anything, Yeong-hae looked up at him and snorted. He snorted and grabbed Tae-hwan by the neck and pulled him to his feet.

CHU—

Yeong-hae's tear-stained lips met Tae-hwan's dry ones.

It startled the middle-aged man so much that he covered his mouth in panic, unable to kiss someone so much younger and more fragile than himself. But Yeong-hae was persistent. He pulled Tae-hwan's neck hard and just stuck his tongue between the man's lips, trying to separate them.

It was an inexperienced kiss, because Yeong-hae didn't tilt his head enough and crushed each other's noses. Tae-hwan thought it was cute and funny how the boy kept saying that he was an adult but so inexperienced. He couldn't help but laugh.

Taking advantage of the brief gap between the man's lips, Yeong-hae's tongue quickly forced its way into Tae-hwan's mouth and touched his inner flesh. The smell of tobacco was unpleasant. Tae-hwan's forehead furrowed. But with his eyes closed, Yeong-hae only worked his tongue clumsily but greedily, exploring the man's mouth. Only when he ran out of breath did he pull his mouth away, breathing raggedly.

"Haah, haah..."

"...Yeong-hae."

"What, do you understand now?"

Pressing his lips together with the back of his hand, Yeong-hae lifted one corner of his mouth and grinned at Tae-hwan. Tae-hwan just chuckled, embarrassed, and ran his big hand through the boy's dark brown curly hair, ruffling it. Yeong-hae shook his head as if to tell him not to do it, but inside, he was glad that the man did it—until Tae-hwan opened his mouth again to speak. Yeong-hae was stunned.

"Don't smoke and just kiss other people. Your nose is spicy. Ugh... would you want a girl... no, a boy... to have that cigarette smelling mouth on him?"

"DAMN OLD MAN!"

Thump thump! Yeong-hae stomped his feet on the ground and thumped his chest in annoyance. Tae-hwan, worried that the boy looked like a madman who kept beating his chest, reached out to stop him. But Yeong-hae was having none of it! He swatted his hand away.

"F*ck, f*ck you!"

Like a man whose only skill is cursing, Yeong-hae shot Tae-hwan a murderous look while he continued to curse. Then he walked away, just like that. Leaving Tae-hwan alone with a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Ah..."

Tae-hwan continued to stare in the direction where Yeong-hae had disappeared. His hand was still in the air until he remembered his little secret package was waiting for him in the doorway. Apart from the courier, Tae-hwan had to be the first to find it.


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