That guy is This guy fanfic Chapter 9

CH 9

They landed in Berlin, Germany. After they got out of the airplane, they began walking toward the baggage claim to collect the rest of their luggage.

“It’s an unfamiliar air, huh?”

Yoo Ji-han smiled as he strolled in a slow circle, checking out the unfamiliar sights and sounds of the airport.

“It’s my first time leaving Korea.”

He said, his eyes scanning the bustling airport with quiet fascination.

Chae Yoo-jeong stretched his arms out with a faint, bitter smile, still feeling stiff from the eight-hour flight.

“You never went to Jeju Island back in high school?”

“No, I never did. I thought it would be boring.”

“So… this is your first time on an airplane?”

“I guess so…”

Chae Yoo-jeong spoke, his voice tinged with enchantment at the unfamiliar surroundings. Yoo Ji-han stared at Chae Yoo-jeong’s face, as Chae Yoo-jeong’s gaze fell back on him, it was as if he had already sensed it.

Without warning, Yoo Ji-han leaned in, closing the space between them, and brushed a quick kiss against his lips. The sudden gesture sent heat rushing to Chae Yoo-jeong’s cheeks, and he nearly shoved him away.

“Hyung! We’re in public right now?!”

Chae Yoo-jeong squeaked, his voice teetering on the edge of a shriek, yet the bustling crowd flowed past them as if nothing had happened.

“It’s fine, my cute Yoo-jeong-ah……”

Yoo Ji-han murmured with a sly smirk, the nickname rolling off his tongue like a private joke.

“No one cares here.”

Before Chae Yoo-jeong could respond, Yoo Ji-han swung the bags over his shoulder with effortless grace and darted forward, weaving easily through the crowd.

Chae Yoo-jeong’s breath caught for a moment. He hated when Yoo Ji-han walked away like that. It’s not that he actually hated it, but you would say that Chae Yoo-jeong felt tsundere-ish at how Yoo Ji-han teased.

Without a single thought, his body moved on its own, feet carrying him in quick pursuit. His eyes stayed locked on Yoo Ji-han’s back, swaying in every movement, every turn of his head, as if the mere sight of him was something he couldn’t bear to lose.

The chatter and clatter of the airport faded. There was only the steady pull of that familiar figure just ahead, drawing him in like gravity.

***

Yoo Ji-han and Chae Yoo-jeong arrived at the reserved room, which was reserved by Yoo Ji-han’s company ahead of time, and set their luggage down near the front door.

“This should be the right place, no…?”

Yoo Ji-han muttered in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the number plate by the door handle. He slid the key into the lock and turned it counterclockwise. With a soft click, the door swung open. They dragged their luggage inside and closed the door behind them.

The place they were staying in was small but functional, a single bedroom adjoining a compact living room, a modest bathroom, and a tiny kitchen tucked into the corner. The walls were painted with pale cream, and the faint hum of the city outside seeped through the thin windows.

Chae Yoo-jeong’s eyes swept over the room, noting the limited space.

‘I guess they only considered there was only one person staying. Not only that, but also the space area is considerably small. It reminds me of the place where I used to live with my mother before remarrying.’

To his surprise, the apartment was fully furnished, not what he expected. Usually, when renting a place, it’s empty, waiting for someone to bring their own things. He had been imagining furnishing it himself, but now those plans seemed unnecessary.

“This place is smaller than I thought.”

“Well, mostly students from the nearby college stay here.”

Yoo Ji-han said with a soft smile.

“I think this apartment is reserved for that purpose too. So… It’s smaller than where we used to live.”

He slipped his arms around Chae Yoo-jeong from behind, pulling him close until their bodies pressed together.

“I like being this close to you. It feels... so nice.”

They collapsed onto the bed, exhaustion finally catching up with them. Before Chae Yoo-jeong could pull his hands away, Yoo Ji-han gently caught them and leaned in, sinking his teeth softly into the side of his neck. He followed with a trail of delicate, ticklish kisses that made Chae Yoo-jeong shiver.

“We’re tired right now. I wanted to take a bath.”

Chae Yoo-jeong said, his voice heavy with playful surrender and shrugged his shoulders. Yoo Ji-han grinned as if he could already see the invisible droopy dog ears that matched his weary mood.

“Then, let’s shower together.”

Without hesitation, Yoo Ji-han hurriedly took off his clothes and tossed them onto the floor. Grinning, he grabbed Chae Yoo-jeong’s arms and pulled him toward the bathroom.

For some reason, Yoo Ji-han hyung seems way more excited than usual, Chae Yoo-jeong thought, trying to keep up.

“Wait, Hyung! .….let me take off my clothes first.”

Chae Yoo-jeong protested, laughing nervously.

As Chae Yoo-jeong was taking off his vest, Yoo Ji-han hurriedly took off his pants. While they were showering together, Chae Yoo-jeong helped Yoo Ji-han loosen his ass up by fingering it slowly and jerking off against his dick.

The rapid rhythm of their movements, matched by their quickened breaths, filled the room, which included gripping and elongation. Their unsteady breaths and low, urgent moans were the only sounds breaking the silence that surrounded them.

Pulled irresistibly toward one another, they kissed, slowly at first, then deeper, more desperate, until the world beyond the two of them seemed to fade into nothing.

They reached the climax and cummed together. They held each other in the quiet aftermath, their breaths uneven and their hearts still pounding in sync….racing. Chae Yoo-jeong leaned in, resting his forehead gently against Yoo Ji-han’s shoulder. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, meant only for him.

“I really like the fact that we’re still together…...after everything that happened. I couldn’t imagine…...living in a world without you.”

Yoo Ji-han smiled faintly, his arms tightening around him.

 “We’re together now, and we’ll stay together……until death takes us apart.”

Chae Yoo-jeong let out a shaky laugh.

 “Should I follow after you when you die, then Hyung?”

Yoo Ji-han sweetly whispered into Chae Yoo-jeong’s ear and hugged him while patting his head.

“Hahahahaha.… Please don’t…...Yoo-jeong-ah, I promise I’ll stay healthy and strong every day, so you’ll never have to worry about me dying. Hahaha”

He pulled him closer, whispering the words like a vow, and gently patted his head in a comforting rhythm.

***

They settled for the food they’d picked up at the airport, too tired and lazy to search for a restaurant and then go out and eat. Two sandwiches, dripping with ketchup and mustard, became their lazy dinner on their first night in the new place.

“I don’t feel like eating sandwiches… I want kimchi soup.”

Chae Yoo-jeong whined, chewing reluctantly. The sandwiches weren't bad, actually pretty good, but each chew left him feeling strangely unsatisfied, almost gloomy.

Yoo Ji-han chuckled softly and reached over, ruffling his golden hair with an affectionate pat.

“I’ll make kimchi soup for you tomorrow morning. I brought some kimchi with me……. let’s cook it together, Yoo-jeong-ah?”

Chae Yoo-jeong nodded, his expression brightening just a little.

Satisfied, Yoo Ji-han unwrapped his sandwich and took a slow bite.

“The meat definitely hits differently here…….”

He remarked between chews, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“I can’t really tell the difference.”

Chae Yoo-jeong muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion, too drained mentally to think clearly. The long hours on the airplane had worn him down, jet lag weighing on him like a thick blanket. Then, with sudden, exaggeratedly funny theatrics, he tossed the sandwich into the air and swallowed it in a single gulp.

“I guess…it was good.”

Chae Yoo-jeong said nonchalantly, licking his lips clean before heading off to wash his hands.

Yoo Ji-han blinked in disbelief, staring after him as if he had just witnessed a magic trick.

***

The next morning, Yoo Ji-han carefully unwrapped the kimchi boxes his parents had given him before he left Korea, placing them neatly on the counter.

Chae Yoo-jeong squinted from the side, trying to be as quiet as possible, and slowly reached toward the plastic container, hoping to sneak a piece of kimchi for himself. Just as he pinched a small piece between his fingers, Yoo Ji-han’s voice broke the silence of the kitchen.

“Trying to steal my kimchi, hmmm…”

Yoo Ji-han said with a smirk, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms.

Chae Yoo-jeong froze, holding the tiny piece of kimchi between his fingers, his cheeks flushing.

“I—I was just… testing if it’s fresh!”

“Testing, huh?”

Yoo Ji-han raised an eyebrow.

“Ye… yeah…”

Yoo Ji-han rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“Haa, Mister Tester, stop squinting down there and come help me now, okay?”

Chae Yoo-jeong sheepishly stood up fast, almost blending into the glow of the lamp. He grabbed a knife and began chopping the kimchi on the cutting board, while Yoo Ji-han prepared the rest of the ingredients.

And just like that, in no time, a steaming pot of kimchi soup was ready to eat.

“And voilà!”

 Yoo Ji-han exclaimed, a big smile spreading across his face.

“So delicious… Hyung, I’ll get everything ready for us to eat.”

Chae Yoo-jeong said eagerly.

“Okay… I’ll come help you with the food right away.”

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Credits:

Writer: Hoshi Miya

Co-writer: Miry

HM: During times of war and hardship, kimchi served as a source of comfort and sustenance. It became a symbol of resilience, representing the ability to adapt and thrive despite adversity.

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