Han Jisu

“Don’t worry. You’re going to enjoy this just as much as I will, hyung.”

My heart was thrashing in my chest, but I couldn’t tell if it was from being forcefully pushed onto my back or from the fact that Hajun was calling me hyung now.

I peeked at my phone, which had slipped out of my hand when I fell back but was still within reach. The timer hit the thirty-second mark before the screen shut off. When I tried to grab my phone to turn the screen back on, Hajun yanked my hand away. He grabbed my other hand too, securely pinning me down under him.

He smirked. “Are you really able to focus on your phone right now, hyung?”

Him using hyung at the end of every sentence wasn’t fair. I turned my head to one side to try and hide my blush, but it proved useless. What was so special about that word anyway? My younger cousins called me that, and I never thought much of it. It was simply that the one using it was Hajun that made all the difference.

But how was it able to make this much of a difference? I really wanted to cover my red face. Unfortunately, I was powerless in Hajun’s hold, and he refused to release my hands.

“Look at me, hyung.”

I shook my head. This was beyond embarrassing.

“Alright, then.” Hajun tilted his head down to look at me. His smile was just a breath away.

I turned to the other side.

He followed.

Hajun chuckled. “Are you really going to be this cute, hyung?”

“Wha—”

The moment my lips parted, he swooped in to kiss me. He started slow as if he was testing the waters. But was there anything to test here? He made his end of our deal, so I was completely at his mercy.

“You can do whatever you want with me.”

Whatever he wanted… But it was what I wanted, too. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to—

Touch me.

Perhaps he read my mind because at that moment, he released my hands so he could move his up to my face. The ticklish feeling of his fingers brushing over my neck in the process made me giggle. Though with his mouth covering my own, it came out more as a guttural sound, almost like a groan.

“Mmm,” Hajun sang with a grin. The way his lips vibrated over my own as he did so made my entire body shudder beneath him. “I told you that you were going to enjoy this, too.”

“Shut up…”

“Oh? I didn’t know you could say something so mean, hyung,” he teased.

There was no winning over him. With a sigh of defeat, I said, “Just… keep kissing me.”

Instead of a verbal reply, he returned his lips to mine.

. . .

Kim Hajun

Heavy breathing was the only sound to fill Jisu Hyung’s quiet room. It came in between each of our sweet kisses. I lost count of how many times I bit and licked his lips before using my tongue to explore every corner of his mouth. Though I was being rougher today, hyung surprisingly had no problem keeping up with me. Then again, it had been over a week since we last did this, after all. We both had a lot piled up.

I peeled one eye open to check the time on the wall clock. Shit, how did four minutes go by already? I was past the halfway mark, but I still had so much I wanted to do to him besides kissing. I couldn’t put those countless hours of studying math in vain. It was time to take things a step forward.

While my tongue continued to stroke and tease Jisu Hyung’s mouth, my hands got busy starting a different kind of exploration. It was like they had a mind of their own. Not much thought was needed on my part for them to freely roam down to the bottom rim of Jisu Hyung’s school vest. One of my hands then dug under his white collared shirt. Feeling the soft fabric of his uniform, the reality of the situation was hitting me hard.

I was alone with the student council president in his room. I was making out with the student who probably had the highest score on the midterms. I was touching the bare skin of the perfect model of our school. For such an outrageous idea to be true, how could my heart not be excited?

My hands being cold, Jisu Hyung shivered as my fingers dragged up his sides. He was slightly thinner than me, even though I was also on the slimmer side. His waist fit perfectly in my hands.

This brought up a sudden question of whether Jisu Hyung’s hands were bigger than mine, whether his hands could wrap around my waist with ease as well. Curiosity got the better of me, and I pulled a hand out from under his shirt to grab his. Intertwining our fingers, I learned that his palm was definitely bigger than mine, while our fingers seemed about the same length. The mental image of Jisu Hyung putting his hand on my own skin made it hard for me to stay still.

With one last tug of his lower lip with my teeth, I push myself up onto all fours. I paused for a second to watch how flushed Jisu Hyung’s face was, his mouth hanging slightly open. His eyes seemed lost in some fantasy world. Did I really make him like this? Then, how could I possibly leave this boy alone?

There were only about two minutes left now. Why did time have to go by so quickly during the best moments? I couldn’t delay this any longer. The deal was I could do whatever I wanted with Jisu Hyung during these few minutes. Whatever had quite a wide range. But would the remaining one hundred twenty seconds be enough?

If I wanted to end this moment with no regrets, I had to be courageous and try. An opportunity like this didn’t come often.

I leaned my head over to his ear and whispered, “Hyung.”

He shuddered. “W-What?”

“I’m really allowed to do whatever I want with you, right?”

“Y-Yeah…”

He turned his head to the side, revealing that his ear was just as red as his cheeks. I wanted to run my tongue over it. But instead, I went for his neck, trailing kisses down until I hit the collar of his shirt. I tugged on his necktie to loosen it and then undid the top button of his shirt with one hand. My other hand was much further south, and as I went in to kiss his now exposed collarbone, it hit something hard.

I stared up at Jisu Hyung’s bright red face rather lovingly. How could I not when he was being this cute? However, the words that left my mouth were more provocative than anything else. “I guess this means I can touch you here as well, huh?”

“D-Do you really want to…?”

“Yes, I really, really want—”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The timer’s alarm went off.

Fuck.

I immediately pushed myself off him, knowing my rewarded time was over. We were just getting to the best part, too. But a deal was a deal. It was exactly eight minutes…

Jisu Hyung grabbed my hand. Even though he was blushing like crazy, he locked his eyes on my own. We stared at each other in silence for a few seconds. He didn’t have to speak a single word for me to know what he wanted. But like the cute boyfriend he was, he broke the silence.

“Hajun,” he gasped. “It’s fine. Keep… going.”

“Fuck, hyung.”

Both of us were too mesmerized by this moment to care that I just swore at him for the first time. And that was the last thing that was said until we reached a much more satisfying end to our eight minutes of heaven.

And once we were finished, Jisu Hyung was frantically scrambling around the room for some tissues, apologizing to me a million times for dirtying my hand. All I could do was chuckle at how unbelievably cute he was.