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“The sun is shining today here in beautiful Los Angeles, California. Even in December you can expect gorgeous weather all day long. Expect a high of 70° throughout the day and a low of 63° later in the evening. It is a perfect day to go out and—”
Nakyum turned down the radio and sighed, slumping over his marble kitchen counter with a half-empty glass of wine. He was bored . Ever since his husband Inhun got promoted at his job, the businessman had been spending less and less time at home. Nakyum missed his husband, but more importantly, he was sexually frustrated. He can’t remember the last time him and Inhun had a nice round of satisfying sex.
And if the perpetual blue balls weren't enough, it was nearly Christmas and Nakyum didn’t feel the holiday spirit at all. Winters in California were very different from winters in Seoul and if Nakyum had to pick one thing he missed the most, it would probably have to be the snow. He missed waking up to a blanket of snow covering Seoul’s skyline and being able to bundle up in layer after layer and not die of heatstroke. Christmas was his favorite holiday and it was being ruined by sexual frustration and boredom.
He wanted— no, needed , something to do.
Nakyum took a large sip of wine and contemplated on possible activities to do when he peered out of his patio doors and spotted the rundown swimming pool sitting in the middle of his backyard.
After their last pool boy moved to New York a couple of months ago, their pool had been withering away ever since. Leaves and debris littered the surface and Nakyum was sure he spotted moss growing inside of it. Nakyum had been telling himself that he would hire a new pool boy but never got around to it. Well, better late than never…
Nakyum downed the rest of his glass, grabbed his laptop, and began to work on a new pool boy job posting. If he was lucky, maybe a hot college student would apply and he would get some pretty eye candy to admire every other afternoon.
It’s not cheating if he only looks, right?
When Nakyum said he wanted eye candy to look at, he didn’t think he would get some in the form of Yoon Seungho.
Seungho was nothing less than a modern day Adonis. His face alone would make anyone want to drop their pants and bend over the nearest flat surface, but combined with his towering height and chiseled muscles that the sculptors of Ancient Rome would have fought over to recreate in marble, the young man could only be described as a walking sex icon.
Not only was he super hot, but he was also charismatic and blasé to the point where it was downright sexy.
The best part, though, was when Seungho took off his shirt and exposed the extensive amount of tattoos decorating his chest, back, and arms. The black ink covered his body and even trailed down underneath his shorts, which made Nakyum bite his lip as he wondered just how far it went…
And if the tattoos weren’t hot enough, Seungho had piercings all over his body— a couple in his ears, a nose ring, an eyebrow stud, snake bites, and even nipple piercings.
Nipple piercings.
Those silver studs in the college student’s nipples had thrown Nakyum off the most. He was sure that he did a double take when he saw them for the first time. To his horror, Seungho had noticed his embarrassing reaction if the shameless wink he gave Nakyum was anything to go by.
Seungho was the exact opposite of his straight-laced husband. He was carefree, flirtatious, active, and effortlessly sexy. While Nakyum loved his husband Inhun, there was something that drew Nakyum to Seungho that made the older man flush in shame. How could he lust over a younger man when he made a vow to love Inuhn for the rest of his life?
Nakyum blamed his attraction to the college student on his sexual frustration. It wasn’t anything tangible and therefore was not something he should be worried about. Yes, that’s it.
Seungho had quickly gotten to work on his neglected pool and Nakyum was surprised to see how much progress the young man made in just a couple of hours. Nakyum had tipped him generously and sent him on his way. Seungho was scheduled to come three times a week— more than what was considered normal, but the young man didn’t complain.
Over the next two weeks or so, Nakyum and Seungho had gotten decently close. Nakyum fulfilled his fantasy of spying on an attractive college student cleaning his pool in just a pair of tiny swim shorts and Seungho got a decent conversation partner.
It turned out that Seungho was a graduate student at University of California Berkeley studying Business Administration and Finance. That had surprised Nakyum— Seungho looked more like a Social Sciences sort of person. He ended up saying it aloud and Seungho just laughed, saying that he got that a lot.
“My father wants me to follow in his footsteps, that old bastard. He wouldn’t let me study anything other than business. Jokes on him though, because after I graduate I’m gonna pack up my bags and travel the world, living life the way I want to. I’m still young and I got my whole life ahead of me; there’s no way I’m gonna let him tie me down when I’m at my prime, you know?”
Nakyum nodded, entranced by Seungho’s passionate speech. “Good for you. I’m guessing that’s what your paycheck is going towards?”
Seungho confirmed his suspicions with a single nod and wiped a bead of sweat off of his face. Another bead trickled down his chest and ran over his studded nipples. Nakyum watched the movement with hooded eyes. “Yeah. I have a separate international checking account that he doesn’t know about. I have enough to keep me afloat for a while, but if I want to have fun while I’m abroad, I’m gonna need a lot more.”
Nakyum agreed absentmindedly, still mesmerized by Seungho’s fit body. Although it wasn’t hot enough to be shirtless, Seungho had forgone the garment entirely. Nakyum didn’t notice that Seungho was keenly aware of the older man’s gaze and subtly flexed his muscles, grinning at the blush that formed on Nakyum’s face.
He was aware that Nakyum was married— he just didn’t care.
The college student was currently scheming on how to get the married man in his bed, but he knew these things took time. He didn’t expect Nakyum to roll over and present himself after a couple of flirty compliments; however, he was looking forward to the challenge.
“So, Nakyum, what do you do for fun around here?” Seungho asked.
“Ah, well… I paint, actually. But lately I’ve been lacking inspiration, so I’ve been looking for new things to do.”
Seungho grinned and the predatory look in his eyes sent a shiver up Nakyum’s spine. His eyes locked onto Seungho’s lips and all he could think about was what those lips would look like wrapped around his—
“Does that include checking me out?”
Nakyum abruptly stood up, face as red as a tomato, embarrassed that Seungho caught onto his shameful behavior. Was he being that obvious? He must have looked so desperate to the younger man. “N-no! Not at all. Um, I have something I need to do inside, so just come find me when you’re done and I’ll pay you. Bye!”
With that, Nakyum turned on his heel and fled into the house, slamming the patio doors shut behind him. Seungho watched through the glass as the older man turned the corner and disappeared up the stairs.
Nakyum got to his bedroom and flopped onto his bed. Something must have been in the air because all he could think about was so thick Seungho’s arms were. His biceps were huge… they were about as wide as Nakyum’s thighs. It wouldn’t surprise Nakyum if Seungho was able to pick him up. Seungho was just so big, and compared to him, Nakyum was so small. Compared to Inhun, Seungho was a lot more muscular. If he was that big everywhere, then that would mean his dick would have to be big too…
Oh no, Nakyum thought, I’m hard.
It’s not cheating if he masturbates to someone other than his husband, right? It probably isn’t. People in relationships watch porn all the time and that’s not considered cheating. How is this any different?
Nakyum rolled over and leisurely palmed his hardening erection. He thought of Seungho picking him up and pinning him against the wall— if Seungho was as strong as he looked, he would be able to do that without breaking a sweat. He also looked experienced, so he was probably good at kissing, among other things…
Before he went any farther, Nakyum stripped off his shorts and tossed them to the side as he did not want to get them dirty. Getting cum stains out of clothing was so bothersome. He played with his cock for a bit until it was dark red and throbbing with the need to cum.
Nakyum hopped out of bed and waddled over to his closet, flinching as his cock bobbed up and down with the movement, and grabbed his trusty dildo from his secret sex toy collection. He stored all of his toys that he has collected over the years in an unassuming shoebox. Unfortunately, Inhun was the epitome of vanilla, so he never had the chance to use any toys in the bedroom. Marriage is all about compromise, after all. He would never make Inhun do something he wasn’t comfortable with.
His dildo of choice was bubblegum pink and a solid 7 inches of plastic. It was ridged with fake veins and had a suction cup at the end that could stick to any flat surface, and Nakyum did just that— he stuck the dildo to the floor in the middle of the room. It contrasted almost humorously with the black and white decor of the bedroom.
Nakyum grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and thoroughly coated the toy in the strawberry scented liquid. He quickly fingered himself open with the spare slick and positioned himself over the toy.
Slowly, he lowered himself down, and groaned once he felt the head pop into him. Ahhh, I needed this.
He began to bounce up and down at a moderate pace, fast enough that it brought him pleasure but slow enough where he could feel the veins and ridges against his rim. After weeks of pent up sexual frustration, this was the perfect thing to take the edge off.
Nakyum let himself get lost in the pleasure and consequently didn’t hear the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.
“Ah, oh fuck, it feels so good!” Nakyum noisily moaned. His tiny cock swung wildly with every bounce which sent beads of precum flying everywhere. He wanted to touch his dick so bad, but he knew that cumming from just his ass felt so much better. So he ignored his throbbing member and focused on the sensations deep within his ass. “Hah, I want more—”
“Hey Nakyum—”
The bedroom door creaks open and Nakyum freezes at the sight of Seungho in the doorway.
“—So this is what you were getting up to while I was outside working. Wow, I didn’t know you were such a horny slut. You look so sexy riding that dildo, but I’m sure you’d look better riding my dick.”
All the color drained from Nakyums face and he vigorously shook his head. “N-no! I can’t, I’m married!”
“Aw, come on, don’t be like that. You know you want it,” Seungho taunted as he pulled down his swim shorts to reveal his massive erection. It was so big that it slapped against his taut abdomen with a loud ‘whump’ . Nakyum could see a shiny frenulum piercing just beneath the head of Seungho’s cock and it seemed to stare straight at him. Nakyum eyed it hungerly and imagined what it would feel like inside of him. His dick was definitely bigger than the dildo he was riding now, in both girth and length… would it even fit?
“Hmm…” Nakyum bit his lip and considered his offer for a second, but Seungho wasn’t having any of it. He ignored Nakyum’s protests as he yanked him off his bubblegum pink dildo and forced the househusband to get onto his hands and knees. He rubbed the exposed head of his member against Nakyum’s winking opening and coated it in the excess lube.
“If it makes you feel any better, you can just think of me as a living, breathing dildo. I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. Just relax and enjoy the ride.”
Seungho pushed in and met little resistance from Nakyum’s hungry hole. He laughed, slapped Nakyum’s ass once, and began to pound him in earnest. Nakyum meekly attempted to stop Seungho’s movements but it was clear to Seungho that he wanted this even if he kept telling him to stop.
“Wow, for a slut your hole sure is tight. Does your husband not fuck you enough? Or maybe he just has a tiny dick and can’t satisfy you. Or is it both?”
Nakyum only moaned in response. He couldn’t think over the hot, invasive rod inside of him filling him to the brim. He could practically feel Seungho in his stomach. The sound of Seungho’s heavy balls slapping against his ass echoed in the otherwise quiet room. His small cock drooled onto the floor, swaying back and forth with every thrust.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy. Inhun is wasted on a pretty twink like you. You deserve a hot stud like me to pump you full of cum everyday, not some subpar beta like him. Isn’t that right?”
“Nooooo…”
Seungho sighed and pushed his head down until it touched the floor. Nakyum felt utterly exposed like this, face down and ass up, with everything on display for Seungho. There was a sudden hot sting against his ass and Nakyum yelped, realizing seconds later that Seungho spanked him.
“Tell me how much you want my cock, baby.”
Nakyum shook his head, refusing to give into Seungho’s whims. It was already bad enough that Seungho had his dick in Nakyum’s ass so there is no way that he is going to enable such bad behavior—
“AH!” Nakyum shouts as Seungho hits his ass again but with more force this time. The older man’s insides spasmed against the intrusion spreading him apart and Nakyum was reminded that Seungho was still buried deep in his ass. Seungho pulled out a little bit, changed his angle, and began to insistently hit Nakyum’s prostate. Nakyum’s eyes rolled back and he didn’t notice that his mouth was wide open, tongue lolled out and dripping saliva everywhere.
“C’mon baby boy, don’t be a prude and tell me what you really want.”
As if flicking a switch, the househusband cried out before he can stop himself, “Fuck me with your big, fat dick! Want you to— ah! Fuck me so hard I can’t even think—”
“Good boy.”
Nakyum is rewarded with the best pounding of his life. Seungho stayed true to his word and fucked him until the older man was unable to form sentences and became a life-sized cocksleeve made to be fucked. At one point, Seungho moved Nakyum to the bed and flipped him so that he was on his back, face to face with the younger man.
“Now I can see what you look like as you beg for my cock,” he taunted.
Nakyum whimpered and ground his hips against Seungho’s. He could see a little bump in his stomach whenever Seungho was up to the hilt inside of him and it drove him crazy. He loved how it poked and prodded his deepest parts that not even Inhun had explored.
Nakyum lost track of time as Seungho relentlessly tore climax after climax out of him. All he could think about was the immeasurable pleasure felt throughout his body. Every inch of him sang with rapture as Seungho’s massive cock continuously pushed him past his limits. His stomach was covered in his own watery seed and there was so much cum inside of him that he could hear the lewd squelch it made every time Seungho rammed into him.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Take my cum like a good little whore—”
With a shout, Seungho unleashed his final load inside of Nakyum and collapsed on top of him. Nakyum welcomed the comforting weight and vaguely felt himself cum for the nth time. They laid in silence for a while, just listening to each other’s heartbeats.
The unmistakable sound of Inhun’s car pulling into the driveway spurred Nakyum and Seungho out of their daze and into action. Nakyum hastily got dressed and Seungho pulled up his shorts and kicked the pink dildo underneath the bed. They raced downstairs and due to the weakness in his legs, Nakyum tripped on the last step; however, like a knight in shining armor, Seungho was there to catch him before he could fall.
“Thanks,” Nakyum breathed out.
“Anytime,” Seungho flirtatiously replied.
The delicate clink of a key sliding into a lock made Seungho bolt towards the backyard. He quickly escaped through the patio doors and sent Nakyum a playful wink before jumping over the fence. Nakyum ignored the blush creeping onto his face— Seungho didn’t mean anything by it. Besides, what just happened was a one time thing and it would not be happening again. Now that the man behind all of this had finally left, Nakyum could slowly feel the weight of what he just did settle in.
Nakyum turned towards the door in time to see Inhun walk in, briefcase in one hand and keys in the other. He tensed up as he felt some of Seungho’s cum start to leak out of his ass but gave his husband a strained yet welcoming smile anyways.
“Welcome home, honey.”
After their immortal tryst, Nakyum was plagued with guilt from cheating on his beloved husband. He can’t believe he betrayed the trust Inhun put in him on their wedding day for a fleeting moment of pleasure. The next day when Seungho came back, Nakyum tried to tell him that it will never happen again, that it was just a one time thing—
But Seungho just smirked and said that it was only natural that he wanted a good fuck since his husband had been neglecting him. Nakyum denied his claim; Inhun was a good man who cared about him. He was busy with work and that’s why he didn’t spend as much time with Nakyum as he did when they first started dating.
Nakyum sent Seungho home without a tip and ruminated over how to cope with his infidelity without Inhun finding out over a couple glasses of wine.
That night, when Inhun came home, they finally had sex for the first time in forever but after the bespectacled man came in just a couple minutes after they started, he had rolled over and fell asleep, leaving Nakyum hard and feeling wronged. He didn’t get to cum— not even once!
Seungho wouldn’t do this to me , Nakyum thought irately, stomping to the bathroom to get himself off with his hand. To his great shame, it was only when he thought of Seungho pinning him down to the ground and fucking into him without abandon that he was able to cum. He slipped into bed, facing away from Inhun, and had a fitful night’s rest.
The day when Seungho came around to do his tri-weekly cleaning of the pool, Nakyum sucked up his pride and asked the college student to help him get off. After some light interrogation from Seungho, the househusband had confessed that Inhun couldn’t make him cum and fell asleep right after he ejaculated. Seungho had laughed uncontrollably for a good couple of minutes before apologizing, saying that a “hot piece of ass” like Nakyum should be getting at least three orgasms out of a single dick down session.
Nakyum had scoffed in disbelief, bewildered at the notion that you could cum more than once during sex. He thought sex was a one-and-done sort of thing. Seungho had proven him wrong by fucking him against the second story window, squeezing five orgasms out of Nakyum that afternoon until the househusband had nothing left to give. The way Seungho had whispered in his ear, saying that he hoped the neighbors didn’t look over and see what a slut Nakyum was for cock. Those words alone made Nakyum have his first dry orgasm, which he fainted from due to the intensity alone.
When he awoke, he was pleased to see that he was washed, dressed, and tucked into bed. Seungho had left a note on the table, saying that he cleaned up their mess and made him something to eat that could be found in the fridge before leaving for the day.
Nakyum pushed down the butterflies he felt, ripped up the note, and threw the scraps away, making sure that no evidence was left behind.
Nakyum had a hunch that Seungho classically conditioned him behind his back, because whenever he saw Seungho’s face he immediately started to get hard. A single shit-eating grin from the younger man can have him squirming in his seat, his hole suddenly feeling empty and aching for something thick to fill it up.
Seungho seemed to know what was bothering the older man and was more than eager to help him out.
From then on, there was no place in the house where Seungho hadn’t fucked Nakyum. He fucked him outside, in the pool, bent over the pool chairs, in the kitchen, in the living room, on the stairs, in front of the mirror in Nakyum’s walk-in closet— the list goes on and on.
However, Seungho’s favorite place to fuck Nakyum was in his own bed.
The bed he shared with Inhun.
He seemed to take a perverse love to fucking Nakyum in the place where he slept with his husband every night. It was a strange way of cucking the absent businessman. He loved knowing that Inhun always got his sloppy seconds without knowing it.
On one special occasion Seungho had invited his co-worker over—Mumyeong, was it?—and they took turns devouring Nakyum until he was a withering mess on the floor, covering in their combined seed. They had taken him at the same time, Mumyeong’s cock in his mouth and Seungho in his ass, and Nakyum never knew until that moment how much he loved to be spitroasted. They attempted to penetrate Nakyum’s hole at the same time, but Nakyum had sobbed, screaming that his ass was going to rip, and Seungho had hesitantly backed down.
He apologized by showering him with kisses and giving him the best aftercare ever.
It was nice.
One night, after a particularly steamy session, Seungho asked Nakyum if he could stay for dinner. Nakyum hesitantly said yes after some pressure from the younger man and allowed Seungho to plug him up after recieving a messy creampie from him. He didn’t realize that the plug had a built-in vibrator until he greeted Inhun when he got home, the sudden vibration drawing a loud yelp out of him.
The househusband brushed it off as stubbing his toe and luckily Inhun seemed to buy it. That night, Nakyum had served his husband and lover Kimchi-jjigae, a classic Korean dish that reminded him of home.
Seungho seemed to find great joy in watching Nakyum fidget in his seat as he played with the plug’s vibration settings from the remote control in his pocket. Seungho made conversation with Inhun to distract him and listened to the older man brag about his job in thinly-veiled boredom.
After edging Nakyum a couple times throughout dinner, Seungho finally took pity on him and turned the vibrator to max. Nakyum came almost instantly, which Seungho covered by “accidently” knocking over a glass of water onto the hardwood floor. It shattered and masked Nakyum’s short squeal perfectly. Seungho apologized and helped Inhun pick up the glass pieces as Nakyum excused himself to go to the bathroom.
“I’m sorry about the mess, Mr. Jung.”
“Don’t worry about it, Seungho. I’ll just take it out of your pay, so there is no need to worry about paying me back. Hmm, though I will probably have to dock your pay in increments, as the glass was part of a set from a vintage, limited edition collector's set from Waterford— have you heard of them? Oh, on second thought, it is no doubt out of your budget. I know college students like you are just getting by from paycheck to paycheck, so I shouldn’t expect you to know much about luxury crystal manufacturers.”
Seungho paused and shot the older man a dark look. What a conceited fucking asshole.
The college student sent Inhun a cold smile and gently picked up a piece of sparkling glass, admiring the details decorating the jagged shard. “You are talking about the company recently acquired by the Fiskars Corporation, correct? The last I heard, their stocks have dropped significantly due to a lawsuit concerning the unethical labor practices they use to make such luxury glassware. Before long, the other glass might become worthless— ah, but who am I to say anything? I am just a college student, after all.”
Inhun’s face contorted into a look of covert disgust but before he could retort, Nakyum emerged from the bathroom with a flushed face.
“Ah, d-do you need guys any help?”
Both men shook their heads. Seungho stood up and brushed the imaginary dust off of his shorts.
“Well, on that note, I should get going. Thank you for the wonderful meal.”
“I-I’ll escort you out!”
“...Have a good night.”
That night, Seungho got one last fleeting kiss from Nakyum before leaving the couple’s home, smug with the knowledge that the beautiful househusband will go to bed with Seungho’s cum still dripping out of his ass.
As soon as Seungho heard Inhun was out on a business trip for the next week, he immediately took advantage of the rare opportunity. He spent most of the week with Nakyum, either fucking him or just spending quality time with him.
In all honesty, it was pretty domestic.
On the day before Inhun was set to come back, Seungho asked Nakyum for a favor.
“Will you wear this for me?”
In his hands was a set of white wedding lingerie, complete with a veil and garter. Nakyum turned bright red and refused at first, both embarrassed and horrified that his lover would even suggest such a thing. The act itself seemed to mock his marriage with Inhun.
However, Seungho won Nakyum over in the end with honeyed words and before long, Nakyum was dressed like a bride on her wedding night, waiting to be deflowered by her husband. Seungho had taken him as such, whispering sweet words in his ear as he took his “virginity”. Nakyum had complied with his fantasy and played along.
That night was the first night Seungho made love to him.
By the end, as they cuddled and talked about anything and everything, Nakyum had the realization that the unwavering warmth he felt was similar to what he felt for Inhun all those years ago. He liked Seungho. He didn’t know how deep those unwanted feelings went and didn’t want to know. Nakyum fell silent after his epiphany and didn’t even complain when Seungho slid back into him, murmuring that he wanted the older man to cockwarm him as he slept.
Nakyum awoke to his lover nestled deep within him and unknowingly smiled. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the peaceful moment.
Something changed after that night. There was a tension between Nakyum and Seungho that didn’t exist before. It was like a magnetic pull that attracted them to each other. Much to Nakyum’s horror, Inhun seemed to notice their growing intimacy and attempted to regain his husband’s attention.
For Christmas, the businessman got Nakyum a set of oil paints and a couple of canvases. At first, Nakyum was happy that Inhun had remembered that he had a passion for painting, but the excitement quickly died down when he noticed the problem. How did his husband of multiple years not know that he only painted with watercolor?
But Seungho knew.
Seungho gifted him a set of Schmincke Horadam watercolor paints. It was the best on the market and hard to buy as it was always sold out. And yet, somehow, Seungho went out of his way and miraculously got them for Nakyum.
Nakyum had thanked him profusely and promised to paint him something. Seungho smiled and said that he couldn’t wait to see what he came up with.
Quicker than Nakyum expected, New Years came and went and his affair with Seungho was still going on strong. Their passionate fucking turned more into intimate lovemaking and more time was spent going out on dates and getting lunch together.
Inhun still didn’t have a clue.
Maybe that’s why when Seungho asked Nakyum to leave Inhun so that they could be together, he earnestly thought about it. Eventually, he said no, on the basis that his future wasn't certain if he leaves Inhun for Seungho.
Seungho himself said that he didn’t want to be tied down because he was still young and had his whole life ahead of him. Why would Nakyum get in the way of his dream?
Unbeknownst to Nakyum, Seungho had decided to comply with his father’s wishes for him to succeed the company in order to secure himself a bright future. He would wait until the time was right to tell Nakyum the big news, though. He wanted to make sure that everything was perfect before he asked Nakyum to be his again— this time with a ring.
Nakyum knew that he should end things with Seungho and restore his deteriorating relationship with Inhun. It was the right thing to do, even if his heart was telling him otherwise. He debated on if he should bring up the cheating or not— what would cause Inhun less pain?
After the rejection, Nakyum started going out more to either shop or just stroll around Los Angeles on his own. Today he went to Griffith Park but because of the rain, he ended up coming home two hours earlier than what he told Inhun. The house was quiet when he got home and he quietly made his way upstairs to where his husband should be.
He never would have guessed that he would walk in on his husband, Inhun, fucking his secretary in their bed.
They both spot him and before they can say anything, Nakyum was already running out of the house. He went to the only place he could think of: Seungho’s apartment. He had visited a couple times since they started hooking up, but after his rejection, he hadn’t gone back.
Seungho seemed shocked to find him on his doorstep, drenched from the rain and shivering from the cold. While surprised at Inhun’s infidelity, Nakyum didn’t feel sad at all. In fact, he felt like a giant weight was lifted off of his shoulders. He finally got an excuse to divorce Inhun that didn’t make him look like the bad guy.
Needless to say, Nakyum filed for divorce the next day.
Inhun had tried to convince him to not go through with the divorce and Nakyum only realized why when his divorce attorney asked them if they signed a prenuptial agreement.
They didn’t.
And because of that, Nakyum was entitled to half of everything Inhun owned.
“Don’t do this, Nakyum. I was the one who brought you out of poverty and showed you the world of wealth. You owe me for everything I’ve done for you,” Inhun asserted as Nakyum read the papers. He seemed as put together as he was on any given day, but he had this crazed look in his eyes that sent chills up Nakyum’s spine.
“You cheated on me, Inhun. I can’t imagine how long this has been going on behind my back since I found you two in our bed.” Nakyum felt like a hypocrite for saying that, as the statement applied to him too, yet he didn’t feel guilty. Was he a bad person for feeling that way?
“It was only one time. Why are you making such a big deal out of this? Besides, you can’t blame me for it. It’s your fault for not spending more time with me. You’re always out spending time with your ‘friends’— I was lonely.”
Nakyum balked at Inhun’s shitty attempt at justifying his cheating.
“Seriously? You’re seriously saying that? Don’t gaslight me, Inhun. I’m signing these papers and so will you.”
Inhun shook his head and had this look on his face like Nakyum was the one being insufferable. “No. I refuse.”
“Wha—” Nakyum couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Just sign the papers, Inhun.”
They were interrupted by the unique chime of their doorbell and Nakyum was the one to get up and answer the door. In the doorway, dressed in an expensive suit and tie, was none other than Yoon Seungho. Nakyum was rendered speechless by how handsome Seungho looked all cleaned up— you couldn’t see any of his tattoos and his piercings were all taken out. He looked like one of those playboy chaebols from those K-dramas Nakyum liked to watch. In his hands he held a beautiful bouquet of red roses.
“I came as soon as I heard. Congratulations on finally divorcing that righteous asshole, Nakyum.” Seungho handed Nakyum the bouquet of roses and shot Inhun a condescending smile. “Mr. Jung, I see you’re looking well.”
Inhun’s left eye twitched as he struggled to hold back the spew of profanities he so desperately wanted to scream at the unwanted guest. Who the hell did Seungho think he was to show up at his house unannounced? He was just a mere pool boy, so why was he wearing a Ermenegildo Zegna bespoke suit? Those suits costed thousands upon thousands of dollars; there was no way he could afford a luxury suit like that.
Seungho looked nothing like the young college student Nakyum met all those months ago. He looked like a man and if Nakyum said he didn’t want Seungho to fuck him while he wore that suit he would be lying. Seungho checked his golden watch and clicked his tongue.
“I have a meeting with my father, so I cannot stay for much longer. Once that bastard quits acting like a whiny little bitch and finally signs the divorce papers, let me take you out on a date.”
Nakyum dumbly nodded and watched slack jawed as Seungho kissed his hand before hopping in his pristine 2020 Porsche Panamera and driving off into the sunset. Seungho’s father must be loaded, Nakyum thought to himself. He found out later that he was indeed correct— Seungho’s father happened to be the CEO of one of the biggest banks in the world and Seungho was next in line to inherit the family business.
A few moments passed as the soon-to-be divorced couple gazed toward the crimson and apricot horizon in silence. Nakyum turned to Inhun and said in a voice offering no room for disagreement, “If you don’t sign those divorce papers, I’ll have my attorney file a Petition for Dissolution of Marriage with the court and it won’t matter if you don’t sign those papers or not because I’ll end up with half of everything either way. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
Inhun was silent; however, Nakyum recognized the look of defeat in his eyes.
He did it.
Nakyum smiled.
“Seungho?”
“Yes baby?”
“I love you.”
Seungho beamed and passionately kissed his lover with every bit of love and affection that has built up since he met him.
“I love you too, Nakyum.”
A couple years pass and Jung Inhun, single divorcee, was all alone in his studio apartment watching the news. Several empty bottles of soju littered the floor and he was nursing a brand new bottle. He had to sell the house he and Nakyum lived in because the money he was left with after the divorce wasn’t enough to keep up with his luxurious lifestyle.
He found out a couple months later that he had contracted an STD from his whore of a secretary from their affair. Unfortunately, there was no cure, and he now had to take antibiotics everyday to keep it at bay.
And if things couldn’t get any worse, he was fired from his job on the unfound basis that he embezzled money from the company. It took him months to find another job and the one he barely managed to get didn’t even pay half as much as his previous job. He turned to drinking to cope with all the misfortune in his life and was now a pathetic alcoholic that relied on booze to get him through the day.
He was broke, single, and miserable— maybe that’s why the news had irritated him so much.
“Yoon Seungho, heir to Yoon & Co., and his husband Yoon Nakyum just welcomed their first born son into the world last Saturday. It had come as a big surprise when the infamous first born son of Mr. Yoon announced that he would be accepting his position as heir to the company three years ago. Since then, he has been seen at numerous charity events and has hosted at least half a dozen grand business openings all over the world with his beautiful husband Nakyum. The Twitter post announcing the birth of their son, Yoon Seungmin, has reached over two million likes and 500 thousand retweets with millions of people from around the world congratulating the two on the birth. They truly are a match made in heaven—”
Inhun scowled and turned off the TV, ignoring how the sudden silence made the oppressive loneliness weighing on his shoulders feel heavier.