Chapter 1

Junhee somehow vulgarly whines and jerks off, closing his eyes. Donghun digs his fingers into his hips and pulls him back. June makes the sound again and arches his back, burying his face in the pillow. A lazy calmness spreads through the body, but rough pushes from behind do not allow one to surrender to this feeling in full, so Jun simply continues to stand with his ass up and make some muffled sounds. Donghun throws his head back and bites his lip, feeling himself fill Junhee up from the inside. The younger one whines again and curls his toes, clutching the pillowcase.

Donghun lets go of Jun’s thighs, where there are red marks from his fingers, and rises from the bed. Jun flops onto his stomach and turns his head to the side, opening his eyes slightly. Donghun is well built, tanned, fit and he would be just the perfect guy for Jun, if not for one “but”.

Donghun doesn’t love Joon and Jun doesn’t love Donghun. They are both in the same group in their final year, both are excellent students and they like guys who study a year lower than them. Yuchan, a modest and funny boy from the graphic design department, and Sehyoon, an ideal, athletic guy from the physical education and sports department. The two were cousins and were always surrounded by large crowds of people. Everything would be fine, because Donghun and Junhee were also very well made and were very popular people, but. . . . . . . .

but their popularity was different: Sehyoon and Yuchan were popular with girls, and Donghun and Junhee were popular with boys.

One day, Junhee tried to approach Sehyoon as a senior student, even though he was younger than him. Putting on a pretentious expression, he decided to try his luck and flirt with the guy while they were standing at the bus stop and waiting for the bus, but he didn’t appreciate his attempts and almost even beat him, promising to do it next time if Jun did something else… something like that. Donghun, on the contrary, didnt dare to approach Chan, because it seemed to him that he was too naive and gentle to listen to Donghun’s rude, mixed-up jokes like stupid phrases “you have such a big butt and such a toned charisma”. So Donghun and Jun share the same grief and decided to help each other to cope with this problem. After all, this is the last year, and after that it should get easier.

Junhee lazily stretches on the rumpled sheets and rises from the bed, feeling an unpleasant tickling sensation from the sperm running down the inside of his thigh. Wincing, he wipes his feet with these same sheets and picks up his underwear, following Donghun into the kitchen.

Donghun does not change his traditions and, always throwing a robe on himself after their sex, drinks strong coffee without sugar, leaning his hips on the windowsill. It’s a strange habit, but after six months of their joint hookups, Junhee has already gotten used to it.

Donghun always drinks his coffee in silence, staring blankly at the floor, and Jun always waits expectantly for the end of this ceremony, sitting on a soft stool at the table.

They rarely communicate after such meetings, because everyone is always somewhere deep inside themselves, or maybe there is simply no desire. Their relationship, if it could say so, is unlike any other kind: they are not a couple, they are not lovers, they are not friends. Donghun and Junhee are ordinary classmates who, even at university, do not contact each other because of the desire to become better in all respects than their competitors. No one around them knew that they both met every Monday and every Saturday, that they both shared Donghun’s bed these days, that they both sat in silence in the kitchen afterwards, and that Donghun always paid for Jun’s taxi back. It couldn’t even be called friendship sex, because they were simple acquaintances for each other, but it didn’t amount to a casual relationship either. Sex because of a common misfortune sounded much more convincing.

“Are you made the project?”

Donghoon breaks the silence and finishes the last sip of bitter coffee, placing the mug next to him on the windowsill. Junhee winces coldly from the cool air in the kitchen and shakes his head negatively.

“We were united into one couple”. Jun said.

“Well, you can’t do it alone or something”. Donghun winces and belts his robe tighter.

“A similar question for you”.

Donghun chuckles and nods towards the door.

“Get dressed, I’ll order a taxi”. And leaves the kitchen.

Sunday flies by too quickly. It’s just so fast that Junhee doesn’t even notice how he gets down into the subway, how he goes out to the station through, how he gets up and quickly dashes into a cramped alley that is somehow too dirty against the backdrop of the rest of the city, how he finds the right house and how he’s already stands on the threshold in front of the door of his familiar classmate. He just stands there and stares at the battered door, raising his hand to the bell, but not daring to press it. For six months, Junhee got used to the idea that Sehyoon was unattainable for him, he even seemed to have cooled off towards him, but the habit established by him and Donghun had become so ingrained in his life that he was not aware of his actions. He just dress up in and went to this outback, as if to work. Every time he waited for this fucking Monday, and after Saturday, to again feel what he never experience with Sehyoon. Donghun was also waiting for these days, but without any excitement. In a week, from Monday to Saturday, he could happily admire Yuchan, and then pour out all his adoration for that guy in Junhee. In principle, he has probably also, to some extent, come to terms with the fact that Chan remains as unattainable for him as Sehyoon is for Junhee.

June shakes his head and presses the doorbell anyway. There is a commotion on the other side, then the door opens and Donghun lets the guy out. Without saying anything, he just nods and goes into the room, shuffling his feet in slippers on the floor. Junhee, silent as usual, takes off his light jacket and sneakers. Turning off the light, he follows the guy. Donghun quickly creates the illusion of cleanliness by throwing all the trash into the corner of the room and covering it with long curtains. Taking a look at his work, he turns to Jun.

“You’re early today”. Donghun said.

“If you were waiting for me, you would have let me know to come earlier”.

“I’m not waiting for you. You come yourself”.

So nice talked. Junhee swallows in annoyance and takes off his plain black T-shirt. Donghun doesn’t care what he looks like. It doesn’t matter whether he’s wearing makeup or whether he’s styled his hair, what color his panties are or whether the socks on his feet are different. Donghun absolutely doesn’t care about this factor, because he erected an image in his head that he always strived for, and Junhee was for him an ordinary puppet that he twirled as he wanted.