HEAL 3

Monday, the eyes of office workers turn as lifeless as frozen fish. Among those frozen fish, there are always some that stand out.

“Didn’t you rest over the weekend?”

In the end, Sang-kyung even received this question from Ji-yeon, whom he ran into in the break room.

You shouldn’t have an accident on a Friday. Because you end up wasting precious holidays on pointless worries!

But even more than that, what should be avoided was office romance. Since it was a secret relationship, people wouldn’t gossip about them being together, but facing an ex-lover again wasn’t exactly pleasant. Especially from the perspective of the one who was unilaterally dumped.

Wasn’t it that bastard who first made me curious about what it would feel like to have my backside penetrated? Sang-kyung waved his hand dismissively at the culprit who ruined his weekend.

“None of your business. Don’t worry about it.”

“That gesture looks like you’re shooing away an evil spirit…?”

“It is an evil spirit.”

Even at the rude remark, Ji-yeon merely let out a refined smile.

Is it funny? You don’t even know what happened to me on Friday?

No. I shouldn’t tell her. That woman would definitely slap my shoulder and burst out laughing. The Friday incident must be taken to the grave. Yeon-su probably wouldn’t want it revealed that he’s gay either, so he might keep it quiet.

But wait, what haven’t I done for you? Thinking about it made him angry again. Sang-kyung recalled the incident that led him to attempt a challenge he never thought he’d face in his lifetime.

One day while dating Ji-yeon, as their date was ending and they entered a hotel, she held out a shopping bag.

‘Darling, isn’t it time we tried something new too?’

The location was a hotel. It was natural to expect something sexual. S&M? Getting hit or spanked wasn’t his taste. A costume? If she wanted me to wear one, I could. Fun things are enjoyable.

Thinking lightly, Sang-kyung opened the shopping bag, and his brain momentarily stopped functioning. His sense of reality evaporated at the monstrous object before his eyes. Why are you giving this to me? Swallowing the words that almost jumped out due to the absurdity, he looked up.

He met the eyes staring intently at him head-on. As if handing over some great treasure, Ji-yeon’s eyes were filled with anticipation, sparkling brightly. Under the pressure of her pure gaze, Sang-kyung surrendered. Moving his hand sluggishly like a puppet, he tore off the wrapping paper covering the problematic object.

‘Wow… it looks even more dick-like than in the pictures.’

A vulgar remark flowed from his elegantly shaped lips. …Well, it’s a dildo, so isn’t that obvious? His brain was so slowed down he couldn’t even retort properly.

Sang-kyung was shocked. As a man, wasn’t he failing to satisfy his girlfriend? The object shoved in his face shattered male pride.

‘It’s about the same size as mine, is there really a need to use something like this?’

He swallowed the words asking if he was that inadequate, afraid it would be a confirmation kill. It wasn’t his first girlfriend, and he’d never heard such a thing before.

‘What are you talking about? This is for you to use.’

‘Me?’

‘Your size seems just right to feel good, so I measured and bought it on purpose.’

When did you measure me? He couldn’t even say that. He couldn’t bring himself to say to throw that trash away. Leaving with a promise to think about it was a pretty gentlemanly response, wasn’t it? At that moment, nothing came to mind on how to persuade a woman holding a dildo.

Still, Sang-kyung tried to accommodate his girlfriend’s peculiar sexual tastes. He didn’t have the courage to try that dick-like thing, but through internet searches, he discovered something called an Aneros and even used it.

It’s just that the idea of penetrating a man was quite shocking, so he avoided Ji-yeon’s contact until he could feel what the backside sensation was like. And when he confidently contacted Ji-yeon, Sang-kyung was dumped with words about them not being compatible.

Damn it… Avoiding meeting was definitely wrong, but wasn’t it understandable? As a woman, doesn’t she know the part where a man’s pride gets shattered to pieces?

Even if you didn’t dump me, I would have dumped you!

After breaking up with Ji-yeon, all that remained for Sang-kyung was the dick-like monstrosity, the Aneros, and his now-developed body.

Masturbation feels good enough. But Sang-kyung preferred relationships where he could touch warm skin and share a connection. Asking a woman to do his… backside? If he were a woman, he would dump him without looking back.

The more he thought about it, the conclusion always came down to one thing. Before developing his backside, he should have dumped her first at the hotel.

The same answer came up countless times. Let’s stop thinking about it now. Sang-kyung let out a deep sigh.

Just then, Ji-yeon’s voice broke his reverie.

“This guy really seems out of it?”

Ji-yeon clicked her tongue, picked up her coffee cup, and left the break room.

And whose fault is all this! Left alone, Sang-kyung blankly pressed the water cooler button. Cold water overflowed from the paper cup, wetting the back of his hand. He snapped back to reality belatedly.

“I really am not in my right mind.”

Muttering, thinking no one was around, a handkerchief suddenly appeared from beside him. Startled, he jerked his shoulder violently, causing the cup to spill water once again.

“Ah, geez…”

“Are you okay, Assistant Manager?”

Yeon-su quickly grabbed tissues placed in the break room, crouched down, and wiped the water spilled on the floor. Feeling like he’d be indebted if he used the handkerchief Yeon-su offered, Sang-kyung also wiped his hands with tissues.

“That’s something I should do, sorry.”

“No, whoever can do it should.”

What a truly kind hubae. Is this why a guy like this ends up with a personality-wrecking bastard? Trash should be collected with trash, can’t you just break up? Even though he probably won’t have anything to do with me since he’s gay, you’re too good for him…

I thought I’d be interrogated about cheating, but the reaction was unexpected. Sang-kyung worried about someone else’s relationship for the first time ever, looking at the round back of Yeon-su’s head.

Having finished wiping the floor, Yeon-su stood up and looked at Sang-kyung. His eyes were filled with pure concern.

“Assistant Manager, are you really not feeling well somewhere? As Manager Kim said, your complexion has been bad continuously…”

Sang-kyung was speechless. Since when was he there? If I didn’t notice such a presence-filled guy, I really must be in a bad state.

While my own love life is a mess, this kind junior is worried about me.

“No, it’s just a trashy day of the week.”

“I like Mondays.”

Is he the self-improvement type? Is it because he’s young and full of motivation? But it’s only a three-year age difference. This guy isn’t in his right mind either. He hid the rude thought behind a smiling face.

“Well, I guess Yeon-su could be like that. You’re diligent.”

“That’s not really true either…”

For some reason, Yeon-su blushed. Perhaps coming to work on Monday after a fight with a troublesome lover is rather an escape. Thinking that made the pity deepen even more.

So it was even more worrying that he was dating a weirdo. Since he calls him hyung, he must be older than Yeon-su, isn’t he just taking advantage of a young guy?

“Yeon-su, even if you won the lottery, would you still work at the company?”

“I’d have to.”

“See, you are diligent.”

Sang-kyung laughed affably and tapped Yeon-su’s shoulder as if encouraging him. At the casual touch, Yeon-su hung his head deeply. Thanks to that, the view included his well-stretched neckline and fluttering, soft-looking light brown hair.

Sang-kyung was slightly flustered. Is this level of skinship a bit strange for a gay guy? In sexual harassment prevention training, they definitely said not to touch the opposite sex’s shoulder. Should I have told him that? But it was a point he’d never paid attention to with the same sex.

If this weren’t the company, would I have been more careful? After learning the pleasure of the backside, Sang-kyung gained a secret he couldn’t tell anyone. He started gauging whether men passing outside were possible or not.

Was it because he naturally considered women as potential objects for sexual chemistry? Rather, he’d never evaluated them that way.

He did want to challenge having sex with a man at least once, but he didn’t want to date one. So maybe he was just strictly judging based on face or body. And that man on Friday was the first time possibility lit up for a man.

Since he hated office romance, he’d never evaluated anyone inside the company, but upon learning Yeon-su was gay, he started looking at him with slightly new eyes.

Hmm… Fucking possible.

Moreover, since that man yesterday was the bottom, Yeon-su must definitely be the top, what a shame. He has a harmless face now, but the image of him grabbing a man’s collar and speaking coldly on Friday night was really impressive. Remembering that Yeon-su, a sense of dissonance, as if all data had completely errored, pierced his entire body.

Rambling thoughts were arbitrarily sinking into a dangerous quagmire. Sang-kyung snapped back to reality and shook his head. What kind of delusion is this about a workplace junior, and someone with a boyfriend at that.

“Thanks for wiping the floor. I keep being indebted to you. Want to have lunch together later? If you don’t have plans.”

Did Yeon-su’s boyfriend explain their relationship well, saying nothing happened? Regardless, he needed to talk with Yeon-su about the Friday incident.

“Yes, that sounds good. Actually… I couldn’t sleep properly all weekend and kept thinking about you, Assistant Manager.”

…He’s not planning to grab my collar in a secluded place, is he? The shock of his boyfriend witnessing him about to sleep with another man must have been immense.

We both suffered from insomnia over the weekend, so why is he still sparkling while I look like withered greens? Is this the difference between the victim and the person who almost became the perpetrator?

Sang-kyung nodded with an awkward smile.