Projection Novel (Completed) - Chapter 85

Conversely, Cheon Sejoo found this rest unfamiliar. He had never rested doing nothing like this before. Perhaps he had played like a jobless person only before going to daycare. In his remaining memories, he had never played even during kindergarten breaks, so it felt very strange. He constantly felt impatient to do something, and his body was restless, as if he was wasting time.

“When are you going back to the academy?”

Due to the accident, Sejin had also not been able to attend the prep academy for over two weeks. Of course, while in the hospital, he couldn’t bring himself to tell Sejin to go to the academy, knowing he was worried about him. But now, apart from his left arm, he had no other pain, so it was fine for Sejin not to be by his side all day. So, when he asked, Sejin immediately widened his eyes and replied,

“I decided to take a month off, so don’t say anything until that month is over.”

At the words that completely blocked any nagging, Cheon Sejoo closed his mouth, displeased. He rested his chin on his hand, watching Sejin devour mushroom bulgogi, and then suddenly asked,

“You paid the academy tuition, didn’t you? Are they postponing it for a month? What did you say to get them to postpone it for a whole month?”

The prep academy Sejin attended had a system where tuition was paid in full per semester. Cheon Sejoo had paid for the first semester, three months up to May, when he registered for the academy in February, and he had also paid for another semester before the accident. Surely, the thrifty Kwon Sejin wouldn’t just throw away a month’s tuition, so he must have contacted them to postpone his participation in classes for a month…

What on earth did he say to get them to give him a month? Cheon Sejoo, remembering the academy manager’s words about strictly managing the re-sit students’ schedules, narrowed his eyes and demanded an answer. At his gaze, Sejin glanced away, then stared intently at his rice bowl and replied in a small voice,

“…I told them a family member had a car accident and I needed to take care of them.”

“Family?”

“Yes.”

Family…

A smile gradually spread across Cheon Sejoo’s lips as he savored the word that came from Sejin. Family, he thought. It wasn’t wrong. They lived together, loved each other, cared for each other, and always prioritized each other. If this wasn’t a married couple and a family, then what was it? There was no other way to explain it.

Cheon Sejoo was in a good mood, thinking that Sejin considered him like a husband, and was smiling widely and winking at Sejin. Sejin, who had wolfed down two pieces of cucumber kimchi, gulped down his food and continued,

“I told them my dad got hurt, and they said okay.”

“…Dad?”

“Yes, Dad.”

Cheon Sejoo’s expression hardened at the unexpected remark. He glared at Sejin with a displeased expression, his lips stretched wide. He thought they were a married couple, but was it that kind of family? He felt as if he had been punched in the back of the head. A crooked smile played on Cheon Sejoo’s lips. He winked at Sejin and asked,

“Ah, not my husband, then?”

“…Huh?”

At his words, Sejin looked up, startled. Confusion spread in his clear eyes. The mole under his blinking eyes turned red. Sejin’s face instantly flushed red, and he stammered, asking again,

“Hus-husband?”

“If I had to say, I think of you and me as a married couple. You didn’t think that way? Dad? Is that your preference?”

“What are you talking about!”

“No, that’s not it…” Sejin cried, shaking his head at Cheon Sejoo’s crooked words. Sejin, who had sprung to his feet, realized that Cheon Sejoo was feeling hurt and immediately went over to him. He looked down at Cheon Sejoo, who was wearing his brace and forcing a smile as he stared at him, then hesitantly bit his lip and hugged him tightly.

Being held in that warm embrace seemed to lessen his displeasure. Cheon Sejoo’s mood quickly brightened, and he teased Sejin with his ear pressed against Sejin’s chest.

“Why don’t you call me ‘Daddy’ while you’re at it? They say there are crazy people who do that with their lovers during sex. How about I just adopt you? Then it wouldn’t even be a lie to the academy.”

“What are you talking about? No. It’s not that I actually think of you as my dad, it’s just that I couldn’t think of us as a married couple…”

Sejin shook his head, burying his lips in Cheon Sejoo’s hair, and mumbled. Sejin’s heart pounded loudly as he explained himself. Cheon Sejoo wrapped his good right arm around Sejin’s waist and pulled him close. As he pressed his cheek and ear closer to Cheon Sejoo’s chest, his heartbeat echoed loudly, as if only Kwon Sejin existed in the world. Sejin’s excitement was transmitted entirely. This made Cheon Sejoo’s stomach tickle as well.

“Listening to you, I understand now. You and I really are like a married couple…”

His shy voice was beautiful. When he slightly lifted his head, he saw Sejin, whose eyes were red, as if he might cry. Cheon Sejoo couldn’t hide his joy and leaned into Sejin, who was pressing kisses repeatedly onto his forehead.

In other words, a husband, not a dad, he thought. He had never even considered marriage. But if he could, he wanted to see Sejin in a wedding dress.

A peaceful daily life continued. There was no contact from Shin Gyoyeon, and though he sometimes wondered what changes would occur in his life if he were to meet him, Cheon Sejoo consciously pushed thoughts of the organization aside. It seemed unlikely that he would have such a long time alone with Sejin unless something else happened in the future, so he decided to curb his impatience and enjoy the peace.

“Let’s go to the movies.”

“Movies?”

“Yeah. You drive.”

“…”

Sejin had gotten his driver’s license recently. It was an achievement he had managed by attending a driving academy whenever he had free time during his college entrance exam studies. Cheon Sejoo was surprised by how he passed both the written and practical tests on the first try.

On the day he heard about Sejin’s success, Cheon Sejoo went to a flower shop and bought a large bouquet of lilies and a cake. The scattered lilies on the bed and the white whipped cream on Sejin’s nipples suited him perfectly. Cheon Sejoo, suddenly recalling that passionate night, smiled quietly and patted Sejin’s buttocks.

“Let’s go quickly. I’ve already reserved tickets.”

He should buy flowers again on the way back. It would look beautiful to stick roses in Sejin’s ears and ride him from above.

Sejin looked suspiciously at Cheon Sejoo, who was smiling somewhat lewdly, then led him into the dressing room. He took off Cheon Sejoo’s clothes, whose hands were raised high, and put a black T-shirt on him. After taking off his thin pants and putting on fairly thick sweatpants, even that alone gave him a refined appearance.

After Cheon Sejoo’s change of clothes, Sejin licked his lips, turned away from Cheon Sejoo’s fixed gaze, and took off his casual clothes. He also put on a plain black T-shirt. Beneath it, he wore shorts that revealed his knees and then put on a cap. Only after putting a navy cap on Cheon Sejoo and a mask, did Sejin lead him to the entrance.

“Kwon Sejin, why am I the only one wearing a mask?”

“The air quality is bad today. But it’d be suspicious if both of us wore them, right?”

At that, Cheon Sejoo turned to Sejin, looking dumbfounded. In truth, he didn’t care about the fine dust; he had only made Cheon Sejoo wear it because he wanted to cover his face.

During his time in the hospital, Cheon Sejoo had lost some weight. Perhaps due to the medication, he had a bitter taste in his mouth, which reduced his appetite, and his muscles quickly atrophied because he wasn’t moving.

However, that small change in weight brought about a significant external transformation. Cheon Sejoo, now with slimmer and softer lines than usual, no longer exuded an unapproachable, sharp aura. In fact, it was largely due to him not going to work and becoming accustomed to peace while being alone with Sejin, but in any case, to Sejin, the current Cheon Sejoo was extremely gentle. It felt like something terrible would happen if they just went to the cinema like this.

Making him wear long pants was from a similar perspective. Sejin didn’t want to show Cheon Sejoo’s legs, which made him feel strange just by looking at them, to anyone else. On the other hand, he wore shorts to appeal to Cheon Sejoo. Unaware of this small effort, Cheon Sejoo pulled his mask down to his chin and clearly showed his discomfort.

“The cinema is indoors anyway.”

“The indoor air is worse.”

“Then why don’t you wear it at home too?”

Sejin impudently retorted to his complaints.

“You wear it. I’m young, so if we’re going to die on the same day, I have to damage my lung health like this.”

At that, Cheon Sejoo let out a hollow laugh. He looked at Sejin, who was suddenly bringing up age, with a bewildered expression, then, acknowledging his inexplicable stubbornness, sighed and pulled his mask back up.

Only his two eyes were visible through the cap now. But even those eyes were endlessly cool, as if steeped in melancholy. Sejin glanced at the sunglasses in the shoe rack but eventually gave up and closed the front door, heading out. If he told him to wear those, he would surely be forced to wear them too, and it was obvious they’d be treated like lunatics if they went to the cinema like that.

Going down to the basement, there was an SUV standing alone in the parking lot. The Lamborghini had been scrapped, and although he had received insurance money due to the other party’s fault, Cheon Sejoo didn’t seem to have any intention of buying another car separately.

“Do well. I’ll be watching.”

As he got into the driver’s seat, tension began to rise. Driving with someone who had been in a car accident three weeks ago sitting next to him was too difficult a mission for Sejin, who had only had his license for two months. However, he couldn’t tell Cheon Sejoo to drive, and he didn’t want to take a taxi, so Sejin, conscious of Cheon Sejoo who was staring at him with his cap and mask off, started to press the accelerator.

The beginning was good. The penthouse had a separate parking lot exclusively for residents, and the parking spaces were so wide that it wasn’t difficult to pull out the car. Sejin glanced at Cheon Sejoo as he headed towards the parking lot exit. He leaned his arm on the door trim, a slightly nervous expression on his face.

“I’ll be careful.”

A small laugh was heard at Sejin’s determined words. “Okay,” Cheon Sejoo replied with trust, and Sejin exited the parking lot.

The roads were quiet on a weekday, but because he had reserved IMAX tickets, they had to go to Yongsan. Sejin drove along the Gangbyeon Expressway, constantly swallowing dry saliva. He was so nervous that the steering wheel was on the verge of slipping from the sweat on his hands.

“Sejin-ah.”

Cheon Sejoo knew his driving skills were excellent. Of course, he was a bit rougher than others, but that was an unavoidable choice to survive on a road that was like a wilderness. He also drove like a gentleman when he had the psychological余裕.

That’s why it was rare for him to hear a car honk at him while driving this expensive car for several years, but within 10 minutes of riding in the car Sejin was driving, Cheon Sejoo had heard honks five times.

After the accident, Cheon Sejoo’s expression was utterly unconcerned, despite having likely suffered trauma, while Sejin’s face was pure terror. His eyes darted around non-stop, and his lips were bitten repeatedly. It was a wonder how he had even passed the road test.

“You didn’t turn on your turn signal. Fail.”

Cheon Sejoo, who had been staring intently at Sejin’s driving, chuckled and joked. Sejin glared at him with a defiant face and then fixed his gaze back on the front.

“Are we taking a driving lesson right now?”

“Don’t.”

“Did I say I reserved the movie for tomorrow? At this speed, we’ll arrive tomorrow morning, won’t we?”

“…”

Sejin’s lips protruded more and more. He didn’t know if Cheon Sejoo was teasing him or joking to relieve his tension, but it was no help at all. Sejin tried to ignore Cheon Sejoo’s words and pressed the accelerator. They were only 3km away from their destination. However, just before exiting the Gangbyeon Expressway, Sejin lost his concentration due to Cheon Sejoo’s words.

“You’re so slow we could open the window and walk there while talking.”

“Cheon Sejoo!”

Finally, unable to bear it, Sejin screamed at Cheon Sejoo’s joke. In the midst of it, Sejin was fumbling, turning on the left blinker, then the right blinker. Cheon Sejoo, who laughed briefly at his cuteness, checked the navigation, turned his body, and reached out his hand. He stopped the wiper that Sejin had mistakenly turned on and motioned to one side to guide the car to the emergency stop lane.

After stopping the car there, Sejin buried his face in his palms as soon as he pressed the parking button. Cheon Sejoo saw him sigh, then reached out and stroked Sejin’s head.

“Why are you so nervous?”

“…”

When he touched it with his fingertips, his scalp was damp with sweat. Did he joke too much? Cheon Sejoo was startled and unbuckled his seatbelt, lifting Sejin’s head. His pale face was so pitiful that Cheon Sejoo caressed it, and Sejin seemed to close his eyes gently, then suddenly bowed his head deeply and leaned his head on Cheon Sejoo’s shoulder. The heavy body pressing against him was trembling faintly.

Sejin, almost hugging Cheon Sejoo, gasped for breath and then painfully managed to speak.

“I’m scared you’ll get hurt again because of me.”

Cheon Sejoo’s brows furrowed. He thought Sejin was just nervous because it was his first time driving, but this was an unexpected reason.

“Are you okay?”

Sejin asked, lifting his head. He looked into Cheon Sejoo’s eyes, which were moist, then let out a sigh of relief when he seemed fine, and hugged Cheon Sejoo again. Cheon Sejoo, frowning, smiled and hugged him back tightly.

“What are you scared of? It wasn’t your fault. I’m fine. I’m much less nervous than when I took a taxi last time, now that you’re driving. You’re doing well, why?”

Although he was driving too slowly and erratically to be objectively described as doing well, Cheon Sejoo offered a white lie and patted Sejin. As he slowly stroked Sejin’s back, which had become firm with muscles, Sejin’s trembling gradually subsided. Once he had calmed down somewhat, Cheon Sejoo pushed Sejin away, looked into his eyes, and asked.

“How are you scared? Do you think you’ll hit something? Or that another car will hit us?”

“It’s not that…”

Sejin bit his lip, his eyebrows drooping. Hesitating in that state, he reached out and tightly grasped Cheon Sejoo’s hands. His clear eyes scanned Cheon Sejoo’s face. Fixing his gaze on him, Sejin replied.

“I can’t concentrate because I keep remembering you passed out in the car.”

“Ah…”

Cheon Sejoo knew that Sejin, along with others, had pulled him out of the car after he had passed out. He had spoken calmly, making it seem like he was okay, but it appeared that Sejin had suffered greater trauma than the actual accident victim.

Indeed, Sejin still disliked quiet places because he couldn’t forget the hallway of the intensive care unit. And to have seen his lover, of all people, in an accident directly, it would be strange if it didn’t weigh on his mind.

“I’m really okay.”

Saying that didn’t seem like it would help Sejin. Cheon Sejoo awkwardly patted Sejin’s back. What should he do about this? As he thought quietly, a good idea suddenly came to him.

If the image of him passed out in the car kept lingering in Sejin’s mind, what if he overlaid it with an even more shocking memory?

“Take off your clothes.”

Sejin’s eyebrows shot up as if he had heard nonsense at Cheon Sejoo’s sudden declaration, made after he had come to a conclusion. “What?” Ignoring his question, Cheon Sejoo reached out and turned off the car’s engine.

“What are you doing?”

Sejin asked, his face flustered, as if asking why he was suddenly acting like this.

Kwon Sejin had a very normal and wholesome sexual fetish. Of course, Cheon Sejoo was also quite vanilla, but he still had a desire for car sex, whereas Sejin was the type of person who would be disgusted at the idea of doing such a thing in a vehicle, asking how one could even do that. For Kwon Sejin, sex was about spending quiet, comfortable, happy time together in a bed, just the two of them.

If he showed him something strange in the car, wouldn’t that traumatic memory be instantly forgotten? It might be crude, but Cheon Sejoo knew that shock therapy was always effective.

“What’s wrong…”

Cheon Sejoo, who had found a way to relieve his tension, silently moved over to the driver’s seat and straddled Sejin’s thigh. Even in a large SUV, the space was cramped for two men over 180cm, but he preferred it that way.

Reaching out, Cheon Sejoo slightly reclined Sejin’s seatback, then immediately pulled down his own pants. Thud, with the sound of flesh connecting, Sejin’s eyes widened and he shouted as he saw Cheon Sejoo’s protruding penis.

“Are you crazy?!”

His horrified face quickly flushed red. Sejin struggled to sit up, reaching out to pull his pants back up. But Cheon Sejoo was a little faster. His good right hand grasped his own penis. Holding his dick, which filled his hand, he looked down at Sejin and smiled.

“Now, every time you drive, you’ll only remember today.”

“What…?”

Cheon Sejoo, eyes crinkled in a smile, pushed down on Sejin’s chest and rubbed his buttocks against where Sejin’s penis was. Sejin bit his lip, at a loss, feeling the pressure through the thin fabric of his pants. Feeling Sejin’s unsteady gaze on him, Cheon Sejoo rolled up his T-shirt and bit it.

His chest and lower abdomen were clearly exposed, and his penis and testicles protruded above the waistband of his sweatpants. He felt Sejin’s dick, pinned beneath him, also getting hard at his explicit nakedness. Sejin, for all his gentlemanly demeanor, couldn’t hide his arousal. Cheon Sejoo, with a smooth smile, moved his hand.

“Ugh.”

The rough fingertips brushed the soft head of his penis, and he quickly became erect. His testicles, overworked from ejaculating all night while taking Sejin, throbbed, but he didn’t care.

“Outside, it’ll show…”

Sejin swallowed hard and shook his head, saying. His gaze flickered uneasily between Cheon Sejoo’s dick and the window. But Cheon Sejoo was confident that it wouldn’t be visible from outside. The windows were tinted to the darkest degree and had a reflective coating that bounced off sunlight, so there was no way to see inside unless one shone a very bright flashlight directly onto the window.

Cheon Sejoo, biting his shirt, curved the corners of his lips into a smile and moved his hips. Sejin’s stiff penis rubbed beneath his buttocks. Sejin’s face, biting his lip, was flushed. He felt an urge to splatter his cum on that face. Cheon Sejoo gulped down his rapid breaths and moved his hand.

“Hmph…”

A wet groan leaked between the fabric held in his teeth. Thwack, thwack, as his hand moved rapidly, stroking his dick, the last bit of composure on Cheon Sejoo’s face vanished. His eyes crinkled and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Inside the stopped car, the summer heat and excitement mingled, swirling wildly.

“Cheon Sejoo…”

The nipples, blooming like flowers on his pale skin, were a deep crimson. Sejin unconsciously raised his hand and touched Cheon Sejoo’s nipple with his fingertips. At that small touch, he felt Cheon Sejoo tremble and groan.

Sejin swallowed dry saliva and looked up at Cheon Sejoo with hazy eyes. His expression, consumed by arousal, was excessively sensual. Black pupils glittered behind his half-closed eyelids, and the T-shirt caught between his lips was becoming increasingly soaked with saliva.

Now, the cars passing by in the surroundings no longer registered in his eyes. Only the image of Cheon Sejoo, straddling him and masturbating, filled Sejin’s vision.