It's Just A Picture (BL)
Chapter 62: Yeah, it was a sensitive topic

Chapter 62: Yeah, it was a sensitive topic

Seojun kissed me passionately. It was so sweet that I couldn’t contain myself and melted in the pleasure that came with his lips.

Without realizing it, I was moaning as well.

My eyes glanced towards the direction of the door.

What if someone walked in on us kissing? What would we do then? A rumor would surely spread. And if that happened... Ah, I was melting. I couldn’t be bothered about anything at the moment.

Instead, I needed more. Just the lips were not enough. I needed more skinship.

Seojun broke the kiss but I was still hungry for more and tried to initiate the next round, edging closer to him and searching for his lips with my eyes closed.

"Hyung, you look desperate." Seojun suddenly said and I snapped out of it, taking steps back. "Are you okay?" He asked.

I looked at his face. There was genuine concern written all over his face. Oh no, did I show a side of me that I never wanted to show?

"Hyung," Seojun called, brushing my hair softly. "Are you pent up by chance?" He asked and my face cracked up in a laugh.

"Oh God, Seojun, where did you get that idea from?" I laughed. Honestly, the idea of it was ridiculous.

Me? Pent up? I hardly ever got an erection so how was I pent up?

"It’s not funny, Hyung. This could be serious." He said and I stopped laughing.

"Don’t worry, Seojun." I said. "I’m not pent up."

"But..."

"It can never happen." I subconsciously yelled.

Seeing the shock in Seojun’s face, I realized I had made a mistake again.

"Ah, I’m sorry." I apologized and clenched my fists. "I didn’t mean to yell at you."

Seojun’s shocked face fell and he lowered his gaze.

"Sorry, Hyung." He said. "I didn’t know it but it must’ve been a sensitive topic."

Yeah, it was a very sensitive topic. The fact that I had never touched myself before, not in the front or the back was something I felt very ashamed of. It was fear that drove me to that corner and that fear never allowed me to think of the word ’pent up’.

I mean, I couldn’t even get a proper erection because my body was scared and I couldn’t push myself to touch myself either.

Well, maybe I was pent up. Well, I was a sex deprived 29-year-old guy who looked younger than his age. Fuck!

Maybe I was just looking for a man to hold me and that was why my body was reacting funnily. That was why I couldn’t concentrate and was acting so needy each time one of the twins took my lips.

"I know it’ll be insensitive of me, Hyung." Seojun said, stepping closer. "But I’m worried about you. I worry for you more than anyone else."

"More than Seojin?"

"Lorenzo can handle himself just fine but if I am to include him, you two are the only ones I worry about in this world." He said and in my thoughts, I asked,

’And what about your mother?’

But it felt like this was not the time to be bringing up such a topic. If he didn’t say it then there must be a reason behind it.

"And because I worry for you, who can’t take care of himself well, I get frustrated." He said and his eyes glimmered. Not the sparkling and bright glimmer but the teary one.

I was shocked and looked properly but there were no tears. Yet, he looked like he would cry for my sake.

"If you’re pent up, Hyung," he continued and grabbed my hand. "If there’s something wrong and you can’t do it on your own, I’ll help you out. No matter what I have to do."

"Seojun." I called softly to the point it sounded like a whisper.

He would help me? What could he possibly do? He wasn’t referring to sex, was he?

No, he must just have the mindset of helping me jerk off. But I didn’t need help. I... I wasn’t ready yet.

On that note, I had a question to ask.

"Seojun," I called.

"Yes, Hyung?"

"You said you don’t like boys," I asked and he paid keen attention. "And you said you don’t like girls either. So if I may ask, what did you mean by that? It’s too vague."

"Are you concerned about that, Hyung?" He asked.

"Yes, so just answer it."

"Well, it’s as I said. I don’t like either." He said, shaking his head.

"Ah, do you perhaps plan on being a monk?" I asked, and Seojun’s face contorted in displeasure.

"What? No." He looked like he was completely against it. "Why would you think that?"

Seriously, what did he want me to think? He didn’t like boys, he didn’t like girls either, so what was I to make of the situation?

"Then, make yourself clear." I said.

"But I already did." He insisted.

"When?" I asked. "And how? I’m sure if you did, I would’ve remembered and..."

"But I already told you that the person I like is you." He said and I paused.

"What?" That... That... Was he still hung up on that? I thought he said does things out of delusion. "Wait, but I’m male." I said.

"Neither male/boy nor female/girl. The person I like does not have anything to do with gender." He said and stepped closer to me.

My brain told me to retreat and I did, causing him to stop his advance.

"I don’t like you because you’re a boy or that you could be a girl. I like you because you’re you, Hyung. Dongwoo Hyung, the one who smiled at us when we were in the dark and without anyone. He called us adorable." He let out a little warning laugh. "That’s the person I like. And I’m sure Lorenzo feels the same way." He explained. "So please, stop trying to deny our feelings for you and for once, please, think about it."

*Knock* *knock*

"Seojun Oppa, are you there?" It was Jiwoo, Seojun’s assistant. "Hello? He said he’d be in the restroom. Where did he go?"

This was the men’s restroom so she wouldn’t dare walk in carelessly.

I looked at Seojun who was giving me the pleading eyes. I guess he wanted me to acknowledge his feelings badly.

But he did not wait for a reply and simply kissed my cheek.

He walked towards the door, opened it and walked out. I spotted Jiwoo but she didn’t see me, since she focused her attention on Seojun.

"Why weren’t you answering? The director is looking for you." She said and went on and on while they left.

I was alone in the restroom. Alone with my thoughts.

My legs caved in, and I squatted, bowing my head as the thought of the situation weighed me down like a ton of bricks.

Ah, things got more complicated than I could ever imagine.

"Turns out, they weren’t drunk on delusion after all." I muttered. What would I do now? Acknowledge their feelings? But if I did that, what would change?

Wasn’t it better to just stay the way we were? Stay with each other and live like we used to?

"Haa!" I sighed. Yeah, right. We already crossed that line of ’live like we used to’ the moment we started getting physical with one another.

It was past repairs.

’Lee Dongwoo, what will you do now?’