Projection Novel (Completed) - Chapter 84

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. If this had happened before he met Sejin, he probably wouldn’t have done anything even if he saw the dump truck approaching.

But the moment he saw the truck, the thought that he couldn’t leave Kwon Sejin behind came to him, and his foot immediately moved. It was Sejin’s existence that saved Cheon Sejoo. I’m alive because of you. Cheon Sejoo silently swallowed his gratitude and leaned against him.

“Mr. Cheon Sejoo, how are you feeling?”

Just then, after a knock, the doctor entered. The doctor examined him, who had regained consciousness, gave various examination instructions, and then left quickly.

Suspecting optic nerve damage and advising an MRI, Cheon Sejoo immediately went to the radiology department. It felt strange to be wheeled around the hospital by Sejin. He had never been taken care of by anyone in his life, but it strangely felt ticklish around his chest.

The results were as Cheon Sejoo expected: optic nerve damage in the occipital lobe due to a concussion. The ophthalmologist’s opinion was that it would recover soon with proper medication and no other treatment. Contrary to his expectations, the problem wasn’t his vision but his arm. He had thought it was just broken, but it was a comminuted fracture, requiring Cheon Sejoo to be hospitalized for a full two weeks to observe the progress of the surgery.

Still, the time in the hospital wasn’t too boring. Sejin was constantly by Cheon Sejoo’s side, which meant they had more time together than usual.

Time passed, May turned into June. Finally, the long hospitalization ended. Cheon Sejoo was to revisit the hospital in two weeks to check the progress of his surgery and was discharged with a brace on his arm.

“Haa…”

Cheon Sejoo, who had come out of the hospital, let out a languid sigh. It was June, entering early summer. The sunlight was hot, and the wind was lukewarm, but the freedom he couldn’t feel on the hospital rooftop seemed to envelop his whole body. As he stood quietly, basking in the sunlight, Sejin called him from a distance.

“Cheon Sejoo, come here.”

Sejin’s summoned taxi had already arrived. Sejin busily loaded the luggage into the trunk, then helped Cheon Sejoo into the back seat, buckled him up, and then got into the passenger seat.

“Just follow the route on your phone, right?” the gum-chewing driver asked, looking at the route displayed on his phone. Sejin quietly replied, and the two headed home after two weeks.

Since it was a car accident, he worried there might be trauma, but fortunately, his anxiety wasn’t too great. Cheon Sejoo’s lips were stretched wide in a smile, and he constantly checked his surroundings for large vehicles approaching the taxi. Then, he soon relaxed and closed his eyes. He felt a little nauseous, but it was tolerable.

The taxi stopped in front of the apartment entrance, and Cheon Sejoo got out of the car again with Sejin’s help. Actually, he could have gotten out of the car alone, but whenever he tried to do anything by himself, Sejin would clearly show his disappointment, so Cheon Sejoo thought, When will I ever get to experience this again? and let himself be completely taken care of.

“Hurry up and get in.”

“Okay.”

Sejin, with both hands full of luggage, gestured while holding the elevator door open. Somehow, Sejin seemed to have grown taller during the two weeks he was in the hospital. He was the one who had been lying down, but Sejin’s eye level was far above, as if his spine had stretched. Cheon Sejoo stared intently at Sejin pressing the 41st floor, then extended his right hand to draw a line from his own head to Sejin’s face.

“…What is it?”

But his hand only reached Sejin’s eyebrows. Cheon Sejoo wondered if his body was crooked, so he stood up straight and tried measuring their heights again. But the result was the same. The height difference between Cheon Sejoo and Sejin was now over 5cm.

“…You’re really short.”

Sejin, who had been enduring his touch with a somewhat triumphant expression, seized the opportunity to tease Cheon Sejoo. Short? And really short…? It was an unacceptable remark, yet it was true. Cheon Sejoo looked up at Sejin, who had grown unbelievably tall, and shook his head in disbelief.

“I raised a bean sprout…”

“I told you I’d grow a lot.”

“So, is that why there’s so much water?”

“…”

At the remark pointing out Sejin’s occasional “mistakes” in bed, he blushed and bit his lip. Only his height had grown; Sejin was still the same. Still young, still lovable, still cute.

Cheon Sejoo looked up at Sejin with a crescent-eyed smile, then lightly kissed his lips before getting off the elevator. The lobby, seen after a long time, felt unfamiliar. He entered by pressing the password with his good right hand, and only then did the familiar entrance appear.

“I’ll take off your shoes.”

“Okay.”

Sejin handled Cheon Sejoo like a baby. Sejin, who had placed his bag inside the entrance, knelt down, took off Cheon Sejoo’s sneakers, and set them aside. As he quietly watched Sejin take off the other shoe, a mischievous thought suddenly struck Cheon Sejoo, and he brought his foot to Sejin’s chin.

“Look up.”

“…”

At his words, Sejin looked up quietly, his face shy. His reddish eyes, flushed for no apparent reason, were refreshingly upturned, and his lips, chewed tightly at the mention of “a lot of water,” were plump. Cheon Sejoo suppressed the urge to shove something into Sejin’s partly visible mouth and asked Sejin,

“Since we’re home… can we do it now?”

Because of someone with outdated ideas, as if straight out of the Joseon Dynasty, he couldn’t even mess around with Sejin while in the hospital. No, despite being a VIP room, not a shared one, and with people only coming and going at set times, Sejin was truly firm. Even when Cheon Sejoo asked just to see his nipples so he could masturbate once without touching anything, Sejin glared at him like he was the dirtiest pervert in the world and flung the hospital room door wide open. Cheon Sejoo, not wanting to go to the police station for sexual harassment, had to act like a chaste man for two weeks, something completely out of character.

Now that they are home, it should be okay, right? But when he asked, Sejin shook his head again.

“Not until your arm is fully healed.”

“No…”

Suddenly feeling wronged, Cheon Sejoo involuntarily swallowed the rising curse and glared at Sejin.

“Are you really going to be like this? Don’t you feel anything when you look at me?”

“…”

Sejin subtly lowered his gaze at the question. He stared intently at Cheon Sejoo’s foot, then quietly replied,

“I’m not trash that gets turned on by a sick person.”

“…Are you going to make me the only trash?”

He asked again, laughing in disbelief, and Sejin lifted his head. Frowning, he looked up at Cheon Sejoo and asked,

“…Did you ever get turned on when I was sick?”

He was stating the obvious. Last February, even before Cheon Sejoo revealed everything to Sejin, he had gotten hard looking at a sick Sejin. He hadn’t done anything, just pecked his lips, but that was enough to make him aroused and get an erection. And that wasn’t all. A similar incident happened in March.

On a day when Sejin, saying the weather was warm, went out for exercise by the Han River without checking the weather forecast and came back drenched by a sudden spring rain, catching a fever, Cheon Sejoo was gripped by the urge to push his penis between Sejin’s open, panting lips. He barely managed to hold back, but it was clear he had been aroused.

But now Sejin was saying he wasn’t trash who got turned on by a sick person. Did that mean he, Cheon Sejoo, was trash? Cheon Sejoo frowned slightly and looked down at Sejin. He met Sejin’s eyes, which were somehow looking at him expectantly, and inwardly ground his teeth, denying the truth.

“No, of course not.”

“…”

Sejin’s eyes narrowed, as if he sensed the lie. Cheon Sejoo left him there and walked away. The Neo-Confucian scholar annoyed him, so he wanted to get out of his sight. Entering the house, Cheon Sejoo immediately headed for his bedroom. Sejin followed him closely, and after confirming that Cheon Sejoo had sat on the bed, he went into his dressing room and brought out clothes for him to change into.

“Let’s change your clothes.”

“I’ll just stay like this.”

He had changed clothes right after leaving the hospital and was already in comfortable attire, so there was no need to change again. Moreover, it irritated him that Sejin, despite refusing to show his nipples, was using the excuse of changing his clothes to touch him. At his words, Sejin stretched his lips into a firm line and said,

“Cheon Sejoo, don’t whine.”

Mouth agape, Cheon Sejoo was speechless at the rebuke and looked up at Sejin standing before him. The gaze looking down at him was serious. Whining? The choice of word, so unbefitting him, was utterly absurd, but Sejin’s eyes already held the gaze of someone looking at a child.

“You don’t want to eat, you don’t want to change clothes, you’re sulking because you can’t masturbate. Why do you keep whining? Are you 32 years old or 32 months old? Why don’t you listen?”

Sejin was seizing the opportunity to nag him. Having always been treated like a child by him, he clearly didn’t want to miss this chance. Cheon Sejoo swallowed his disbelief and closed his mouth.

Sejin was talking as if he had been picky about his food, but he had refused breakfast because he didn’t want to eat tasteless hospital food now that he was going home. Of course, he was indeed frustrated about not being able to masturbate, but it wasn’t something that deserved to be dismissed as “whining.” Cheon Sejoo, who was about to argue, instead just stared at Sejin, then eventually lost his spirit and chuckled.

Kwon Sejin seemed to really like this situation of treating him like a child, and this opportunity would surely be the first and last. Cheon Sejoo found Sejin’s triumphant expression cute, so he decided to play along and opened his mouth.

“I don’t know. I’ll be 32 months old, so you figure it out.”

“…”

At his words, Sejin frowned and opened his mouth. He stared at Cheon Sejoo, as if wondering if this was truly him, then let out a small sigh and knelt down in front of his legs. Sejin took off the pants Cheon Sejoo was wearing and lifted his ankle to put on his indoor pants.

“I don’t want to wear underwear either.”

“…What?”

It was then that Cheon Sejoo said something absurd. With his braced arm dangling on the bed, Cheon Sejoo looked at Sejin with a suggestive smile on his handsome face and said,

“It’s uncomfortable, so I won’t wear underwear. Take everything off.”

“…”

Sejin stretched his lips in displeasure. He was clearly doing this on purpose because sex was forbidden. However, Sejin wasn’t someone so swayed by lust that he would get excited just by seeing Cheon Sejoo’s penis. Sejin repeated “Cheon Sejoo is a patient” about 108 times in his head, then reached for his boxers.

While in the hospital, Sejin hadn’t been able to help Cheon Sejoo bathe due to his strong refusal. Because of that, it had been almost two weeks since Sejin had seen Cheon Sejoo’s penis, but the moment the boxer band came down, Sejin felt something strange and couldn’t help but frown.

“Cheon Sejoo.”

“Why? Are you turned on now that you see it?”

He glanced at Cheon Sejoo, who was lying down with a scoff, then Sejin shook his head and continued pulling down his underwear. Cheon Sejoo spread his legs as if to say, Go ahead and look, and between his legs, there was no hair. Not a single strand of hair.

Sejin had known that Cheon Sejoo had a “white cock” (i.e., no pubic hair) shortly after meeting him. He used to take off his clothes carelessly. At first, Sejin found it peculiar that he had no pubic hair, but he also knew there were men who groomed that area, so he didn’t pay much attention.

In fact, when he asked Cheon Sejoo after they became lovers, Cheon Sejoo had confirmed that he did groom it, so he had just accepted it. He was a little jealous not knowing who managed his pubic hair, but he thought that being jealous of those people would be demeaning their professionalism, so Sejin had said nothing.

But!

He’d been in the hospital for two weeks, and not a single hair had grown. This was impossible. No matter how much waxing one did, it was illogical for hair not to grow for two weeks, wasn’t it? Sejin’s suspicion grew, and he stared at Cheon Sejoo’s smooth penis, asking him,

“Why didn’t your hair grow?”

“…What?”

“You said you managed it. But you’ve been in the hospital this whole time. You haven’t gone anywhere, so why is there no hair at all?”

As he asked, Sejin stroked Cheon Sejoo’s penis with his dry palm. On the instantly erect penis, on the shaft, on the testicles, and on the perineum connected to the hole beneath, there wasn’t even a fine fuzz, let alone pubic hair. The excessively smooth sensation made his lower belly clench tight. Sejin bit his tongue to calm his urges and waited for Cheon Sejoo’s answer.

But he waited a long time, and no answer came back. Something felt off, so he looked up and saw Cheon Sejoo covering his eyes with his right hand, his lips sealed. Only then did Sejin realize the truth.

He didn’t groom it; Cheon Sejoo was naturally hairless…

“I guess I shouldn’t have been talking about diapers then.”

Sejin let out little puffs of air as he laughed. A deep smile hung in his eyes, and Sejin couldn’t control the corners of his lips, which curved high upwards. The reason Cheon Sejoo had lied to him was clear. He was embarrassed and wanted to hide it.

The fact that Cheon Sejoo had a complex felt like warm water pouring into a corner of his heart. He never thought the day would come when this man would seem cute. Sejin found the man, who was quietly cursing, irresistibly endearing.

“Cheon Sejoo.”

“What.”

“You really are 32 months old, aren’t you?”

“…Don’t tease an old man.”

Cheon Sejoo gritted his teeth and retorted at Sejin’s joke. Sejin laughed out loud at the sight. Unaware that Cheon Sejoo was peeking at him through his fingers, he burst into clear laughter. Then, at some point, he licked his lips and knelt on the bed. Still undressed, Sejin settled himself on Cheon Sejoo’s thighs, then reached out and gripped his penis.

Cheon Sejoo’s straight and beautiful pink penis was excessively smooth. Its texture was so sleek it wouldn’t be surprising if it were made of silicone. And that wasn’t all. His legs and armpits were also soft. It seemed the only hair on his body was on his head and eyebrows. Sejin, unable to hide his strange excitement, stroked and caressed his penis and testicles, then asked,

“Why didn’t your hair grow?”

“What do I care about?”

“I have hair.”

“Oh, 20-month-old Sejin, it must be nice to have hair on your penis, huh?”

Cheon Sejoo sneered with a displeased voice. Between Sejin’s legs, light-colored pubic hair grew neatly. It was so perfectly groomed, as if it had been combed, even without touching it. Had Cheon Sejoo ever envied this penis hair? Sejin, with a smile on his face, leaned down.

He forcibly pushed away the arm that was covering Cheon Sejoo’s face, revealing Cheon Sejoo with reddish eyes. This man, as large as he was, seemed like a mere child at this moment. Sejin couldn’t resist and pressed his lips to his eyes.

Chu, chu, as the kisses continued, Cheon Sejoo’s face, which had been stiff with embarrassment, gradually relaxed. He felt Cheon Sejoo gently sigh and touch his waist. I shouldn’t be doing this with a sick person…

Even as Sejin thought that, he crossed his arms, pulled off his T-shirt, threw it aside, and plunged into Cheon Sejoo’s neck, kissing him deeply there. In truth, his claim that he hadn’t gotten an erection seeing a sick Cheon Sejoo was all a lie. He couldn’t even count how many times he had masturbated in the hospital bathroom while Cheon Sejoo was asleep. Sejin had felt self-loathing, calling himself trash, but it seemed he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Now, his guilt was finally easing.

Fine fingers reached down and grasped the pink penis, which was already dripping pre-ejaculate. The tip of Cheon Sejoo’s glans was red, as if it was about to ejaculate at any moment. Sejin held it in his hand, stroked it, and kissed Cheon Sejoo.

When he saw the accident scene, he felt overwhelmed, but now, the reality he returned to was cozy and peaceful. Thinking that, Sejin savored a word that suddenly came to his mind.

Happiness. Yes, this was happiness. Sejin’s small and precious happiness, which could only be achieved with Cheon Sejoo.

“Ah, open.”

At Sejin’s words, Cheon Sejoo naturally opened his mouth. A spoonful of beef bulgogi and glass noodles slid right in.

Cheon Sejoo was left-handed, but he could use his right hand quite well. He had learned to use his right hand when eating school lunches, as his arm would bump into the person sitting next to him if he used his left. While not as perfect as his left hand, he was skilled enough to be called ambidextrous.

However, in Sejin’s eyes, it seemed completely different. After seeing Cheon Sejoo drop side dishes a couple of times while using chopsticks, Sejin volunteered to be Cheon Sejoo’s hands and feet.

Cheon Sejoo, at thirty-two years old, vehemently refused to open his mouth like a chick for his twenty-year-old lover, but he couldn’t overcome Sejin’s stubbornness. From the hospital to home, Sejin consistently took care of Cheon Sejoo’s meals by his side.

“Want some water?”

“Yes.”

When he nodded, Sejin, who had poured water, brought the rim of the cup to Cheon Sejoo’s lips. Cheon Sejoo gulped down the water, then, as his thirst was quenched, he closed his lips and turned his head, pushing the cup away. A sense of pride was etched on Sejin’s face as he chugged the remaining water. Seeing his cute face, Cheon Sejoo couldn’t bring himself to say he would eat alone, so he was being cared for by Sejin, feeling like his baby.

“I’m full.”

“Just one more bite.”

“I ate a lot.”

“There’s only one last bite left.”

Sejin lifted the rice bowl as if to say, See? In the cleanly eaten bowl, there was exactly one spoonful of rice left. Cheon Sejoo stared at it for a moment, then let out a small sigh and opened his mouth. Sejin then smiled sweetly and scooped the rice with a spoon, putting it into his mouth. Following it, freshly served cucumber kimchi came in. Cheon Sejoo patted his full stomach and chewed and swallowed the refreshing and spicy cucumber kimchi.

Meanwhile, Sejin got up from his seat and went to the opposite side of the table. He belatedly sat in his own seat, picked up his half-eaten rice bowl, and began eating again. Sejin had also eaten while taking care of Cheon Sejoo, but he had only just finished two bowls. He still had three more bowls to go.

Cheon Sejoo sat across from him, quietly observing Sejin. His handsome face, concentrated on eating, was flushed. The person who couldn’t use one arm was dying of frustration, but Sejin seemed endlessly satisfied with the fact that he could be with Cheon Sejoo every day.