DASH-Chapter 148

‘Is he really a ghost?’

Jiheon was so shocked that he unconsciously pushed Jaekyoung away.

“How do you know that...? Can you feel everything?”

“Well, it’s not usually like this.”

He said it like it was obvious.

“Your body temperature is naturally lower than mine. When I touch your skin, it’s always colder.”

‘Oh, I get it now.’

Jiheon realized a bit late.

Athletes often had a slightly higher body temperature than regular people, perhaps due to their active metabolism. Jaekyoung was no different, always hovering around 37 degrees. That was why Jiheon always felt Jaekyoung was warm, while Jaekyoung thought Jiheon was cold. So, a change in body temperature like this wasn’t something easy to miss.

“No... I didn’t get a fever.”

Jiheon reassured him while running his hand through his hair. Once he came to his senses, he quickly tried to leave this place, but before he could grab the door handle, Jaekyoung hugged him again.

“Maybe because you got excited?”

Jaekyoung grabbed Jiheon’s cheeks and kissed him once more. Relieved that there was nothing wrong, Jaekyoung sucked his tongue and bit his lip more fervently than before. Eventually, one of his hands even grabbed Jiheon’s buttocks.

“Jae...!”

Embarrassed, Jiheon tried to break free, but Jaekyoung held him tighter. He embraced Jiheon even more warmly and, between kisses, asked in a low voice.

“So, you’re getting excited because your pheromones are being stimulated? Should I stop when you get an erection? Or—”

Jaekyoung’s fingers slowly ventured between his buttocks.

“Before you’re wet, hyung?”

At the same time, his hand boldly touched the intimate area.

“......!”

Jiheon nearly yelped, feeling it quite vividly even through his pants. As he was biting his lips and squirming, Jaekyoung’s fingertips continued rubbing that place even more promiscuously.

“Mm, ngh....”

A moan slipped out, and Jiheon’s legs were so weak, making it hard to even stand properly.

“S-stop...... Jaekyoung-ah, stop, please.”

Jiheon pleaded without making a sound. The hands that were initially trying to push Jaekyoung away were now wrapped around his neck instead. Clinging to Jaekyoung, he buried his face in his chest, panting. He was on the verge of mustering the strength to push Jaekyoung away, realizing this was really becoming a serious problem.

“You have to stop.”

Suddenly releasing his grip, Jaekyoung hugged the still-dazed Jiheon and sat him on the toilet. Then, he whispered into Jiheon’s ear like sharing a secret.

“Hyung, your underwear is already wet.”

Jiheon’s face turned crimson instantly. Despite wanting to kick Jaekyoung out, he couldn’t because his legs were too weak.

“.......”

Jaekyoung smiled as he saw Jiheon sitting on the toilet, breathing heavily. He pulled down his pants, took out his erect penis from inside his underwear, and started masturbating in front of Jiheon.

“Hey, you....”

‘Are you really out of your mind?’

Jiheon held back the words bubbling up in his throat and covered his eyes, pretending to massage his forehead. As he lowered his head, Jaekyoung kept going, unfazed.

“Look up, straight ahead.”

Leaning in again, Jaekyoung whispered just for Jiheon to hear.

“Or maybe you get excited just by staring at my thing? Do you think you’re gonna cum just by looking? If that’s the case, you don’t have to watch.”

Jaekyoung grinned and straightened up. Jiheon was bewildered, lifting his head to meet Jaekyoung’s gaze, but his attention was quickly drawn to the dark reddish thing being jerked off in front of him.

It was something Jiheon had seen hundreds of times, so familiar he could even draw it with his eyes closed. Yet, seeing it like this felt entirely different. It was really big, a bit scary, but also strikingly beautiful and effortlessly intimidating... anyway, it was something that had come into his body so much that he could recognize easily that it was Kwon Jaekyoung’s.

The cock was wet and glistened with pre-cum, being stroked right before Jiheon’s eyes. Even if he tried to look away, it was so close that he couldn’t help but see it. Every glance revealed the twitching veins.

Jiheon, lost in staring, was on the verge of reaching out as if he was possessed by such a sight. But suddenly, footsteps approached from outside, and Jiheon jumped, retracting his hand.

Seeing Jiheon holding his breath and only observing the signs outside, Jaekyoung came closer, still gripping his cock. Jiheon intuitively realized what he was trying to do and quickly covered his mouth, shaking his head.

Jaekyoung made a sad face at that stubborn refusal, but he didn’t force Jiheon to take him. Instead, he continued beating his meat, deliberately making softer friction. Jiheon trembled, trying to clear his throat and flush the toilet to drown out any noise.

Luckily, the outside presence disappeared quickly, and Jaekyoung climaxed shortly after.

“You don’t want me to put it in your mouth, do you?”

Saying that, Jaekyoung grabbed Jiheon’s hand, releasing his semen onto his palm. After wiping it with a tissue, he fixed his clothes and said:

“Wait up. I’ll grab your coat, hyung.”

Once Jaekyoung left the bathroom, Jiheon took a deep breath. Flustered and heated, he pressed the back of his hand to his cheek and bowed his head in distress.

‘No... Why are my hormones acting up now? When will my sexual desire disappear?’

As he was practically tearing his hair out, fearing he’d go crazy before Kwon Jaekyoung actually did, Jaekyoung returned. He got Jiheon on his feet, personally dressed him in his coat, and buttoned it up.

“What do you think? Am I amazing, hyung?”

“.......”

Jiheon silently swore to himself never to call Kwon Jaekyoung “amazing” again.

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‘Looks like my sluggish hormones decided to focus on my appetite instead of my sexual desire.’

This was Jiheon’s conclusion a week after Jaekyoung’s return.

Still reeling from the aftermath of Jaekyoung’s ‘amazing’ actions at the airport, Jiheon crashed hard and fell asleep as soon as he got home. The next day, he and Jaekyoung went to McDonald’s, where Jiheon devoured three burger sets and eight nuggets for lunch. Come evening, he managed to sneak in bites of Jaekyoung’s chicken cranberry salad, steak salad, seafood pizza, and meat spaghetti, eventually eating more than half of it himself. The morning after, he wolfed down string cheese, yogurt, cereal, chicken breast sausage, and cup noodles under the pretext of relieving the nausea from an empty stomach.

On the following day, he convinced Jaekyoung, who was heading for McDonald’s, to opt for a family restaurant instead in broad daylight. The two of them ate a 1030g steak, bones included, along with all the fixings. For dinner, Jiheon took a couple of bites of pork cutlet rice, eel rice, and mini udon that Jaekyoung ordered (he skipped the raw fish in the salmon rice). In the meantime, he ordered jokbal [1] and bossam [2] separately.

After days of chowing down over 3,000 calories daily, Jaekyoung finally brought up a question over dinner.

“Hyung, I have something to ask you.”

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It was the usual dinner routine.

“Hmm?”

Jiheon replied while sprinkling bacon chip toppings onto the double-meat steak salad he ordered separately. Jaekyoung, oddly excited, watched Jiheon drizzle fruit sauce, mix the salad, and eat cherry tomatoes from time to time.

“I’m not trying to pressure you or anything. I’m just asking because I’m curious.”

Jiheon’s heart sank upon seeing Jaekyoung’s flushed face.

‘No way... did he notice? Well, can’t blame him for being suspicious when I eat like this. Besides, this guy’s got a sharp sense like a ghost.’

“Hyung, are you working out these days?”

“......What?”

“No, it's just, it seems like you’ve been eating a lot of protein. I was wondering if you started working out.”

The ghost said, unable to hide his excitement.

“Ah....”

Jiheon muttered, utterly lost.

Sure, he’d been devouring a lot of meat lately. Being a meat-eater by nature, he didn’t even realize it was morning sickness, so he just ate whatever he fancied and never let himself get hungry. But to onlookers, it may seem like he was on a protein binge.

‘No, that’s just what it is. But working out? Seriously?’

As Jiheon chuckled, partly in happiness and partly in despair, Jaekyoung poured sauce on his salad.

“And maybe it’s just me, but your chest looks a bit pumped these days.”

This caught Jiheon off guard. Lately, he’d been frustrated because his chest felt swollen and stiff, like he had muscle clumps. With even his nipples swollen, he worried Jaekyoung might notice. So, he wore an undershirt and a zip-up hoodie at home, avoiding touching his chest and blaming that annoying pheromone gland. Yet, this guy managed to notice right away.

‘Is he some kind of ghost? No, even with his keen observations, why’s he acting like that?’

Jiheon glanced at him with mixed feelings as Jaekyoung narrowed his eyes, nibbling on dried cranberries.

“You’re working out, right?”

No, I’m not working out. I’m just pregnant.

‘I wonder what kind of face Jaekyoung would make if I told him that.’

Jiheon grinned, propping his chin on his hand. Lately, one of Jiheon’s small happiness was imagining Jaekyoung’s first reaction and the expression he’d make upon learning about his pregnancy.

He wished the 12th week would come quickly so he could enter a more stable period. Jaekyoung would be thrilled when he found out. If asked about the baby’s nickname, Jiheon knew Jaekyoung would respond with, “Do we really need one?” and suggest all sorts of names.

Barely holding back the urge to tell him right now, Jiheon casually said:

“Yeah, just started recently. About a week ago. My work wraps up a bit early these days.”

Jiheon calmly lied as he finished mixing the salad.

“There is a big gym in our office building. I swing by for about 30 to 40 minutes after work. I lost quite a bit of weight the time I was stuck at home. But can you tell already?”

Jiheon deliberately joked.

“With someone like you, gains probably show up in no time, hyung. Even now, it looks like you’ve packed on some muscles already.”

Jaekyoung very happily said. His blind trust, firmly believing Jiheon’s weight gain was all muscle and never thinking it could be fat, struck Jiheon as funny and cute. So Jiheon nodded and casually said, “Yeah, I’ll work hard.”

“Hyung, how about joining me for a workout during the Lunar New Year holiday? Even though the gym staff can’t open the swimming pool, they said I can use the third-floor gym.”

Encouraged by Jiheon’s newfound fitness journey, Jaekyoung spoke in an excited tone.

“Huh? No, I’m definitely thinking of taking a break during the holidays.”

Jiheon spoke in bewilderment, but Jaekyoung didn’t seem to be listening at all.

“If you’ve been at it for a week, maybe it’s time to hit the bench press? I think you can do that much. [N O V E L I G H T] I’ll watch your posture.”

Jaekyoung said this with high expectations, but Jiheon needed a good excuse if he wanted to avoid getting dragged to Gwacheon during the holidays.

Luckily, no such disaster happened. Instead, a whole different catastrophe unfolded on the first day of the holiday.

The show Jiheon had immediately wiped from his memory after recording, “Joining the Enemy,” got aired.