L*st and Death

Baekgyeong let go of Siron’s face, which had gone stiff like a statue from the shock, and gave his cheek two light taps—like telling him to snap out of it.

“You can have the Gallardo.”

“...The Ga...llardo?”

“My lime-green Lamborghini. I’m giving it to you.”

Siron’s pupils darted around in confusion, and sweat beaded on his forehead. Not knowing where to look, he lowered his gaze, blinking as he stammered.

“Do y-you... mean it?”

“At first I thought I was dreaming. Still kinda feels like one....”

Baekgyeong muttered blankly, then shook his head like a dog flinging off rainwater. He changed the subject as if it wasn’t anything that important.

“Anyway, the Gallardo’s yours.”

“W-why are you giving me that?”

“Because I’m going to dig into your belly button, poke it, and suck on it as much as I want.”

“Are you serious? You psycho—!”

Baekgyeong didn’t bother adding anything else. He answered with action. He buried his face into Siron’s exposed lower abdomen, licking around the shallow dip of his navel with the tip of his tongue. Siron’s body jerked upward in shock—burning hot.

“Ah—come on! This is—!”

Baekgyeong pressed down on Siron’s thrashing body. He planted a hand on his chest to pin him in place, then kissed the pale stomach, mashing his face hard into his lower abdomen. When he dug into the shallow navel with the tip of his tongue, Siron let out a thin breath, turned his head, and covered his face.

“Ugh, it... feels gross. L-like you’re poking my intestines.”

“Intestines? You think I’m poking your guts? Hah, don’t be so dramatic.”

Baekgyeong stubbornly pressed his tongue harder against the navel, pushing in deep.

“Ah—ugh! Haa... stop, I said stop!”

Siron’s chest heaved rapidly, and his breathing spilled out in ragged bursts, like he was about to have a panic attack—gasping, as if choking on the pressure inside him. Baekgyeong assumed Siron was just being dramatic, but later, he’d come to realize that not a word of it was exaggerated. Digging into the navel meant stimulating the sensory nerves connected to the visceral nervous system. Baekgyeong’s bright red tongue sloppily licked Siron’s insides, tasting them persistently, relentlessly pushing him to his limit.

“You fucking bastard—I said I don’t—ugh—I don’t want this!”

Siron’s words and body split into two. His mouth screamed discomfort, but his lower half confessed arousal. Baekgyeong gently rested his forehead against Siron’s stomach and glanced down at the bulge jutting from his pants. Siron was hard.

The moment he tugged down the waistband, Siron’s cock sprang free like it had been waiting—bobbing up and down eagerly. Unbelievably, the tumor-like mass in his brain seemed to stretch and yawn like it was waking up, asserting its presence.

“W-why are you doing this?!”

Overwhelmed by intense shame, Siron thrashed in place. He struggled to push Baekgyeong’s shoulders away, trying to escape—but the moment Baekgyeong took his cock into his mouth, all movement ceased. Baekgyeong sucked him in, fully immersed, barely even conscious of what he was doing.

“Haa, ah—ugh, Gyeong-ah... haa, aah!”

Siron moaned, grabbing Baekgyeong’s damp hair with sweat-slicked fingers. Baekgyeong felt blood rush violently to his own cock.

Even as he knew that the dick in his mouth belonged to his own brother and friend, Baekgyeong, like a beast, yanked down his own pants and desperately began jerking himself off. Somewhere, from the far edges of reality, a faint voice of reason seemed to call out to him—but it was pathetically weak. It was nothing against the flood of pleasure crashing over him.

He was certain now. They existed for each other. Brother and friend, yet also physical sustenance to one another—two perfectly matched gears, destined to interlock without a single slip.

After climaxing in Baekgyeong’s mouth, Siron fled in shock from the room. Baekgyeong, on the other hand, sprawled out like a beast with a full belly, steeped in lazy satisfaction. The next morning, he shuffled into the living room, sucking the dried, foul-tasting semen off his lips, and downed a glass of cold water as he drifted into thought.

What he’d done the night before wasn’t a dream. It had been a goddamn perfect reality. Sucking on Yoon Siron’s cock—an unimpressive thing dangling from his lower half—had made him lightheaded with euphoria. The ecstasy was so intense he nearly convulsed. The discovery stunned him.

With crusted semen smeared thick on his chin, Baekgyeong wandered around the house, looking for Siron. He even checked the van he’d gifted him, thinking maybe he’d fallen asleep in there. He went down to the underground parking lot, but the van sat empty, parked neatly where it had been left the day before.

But not everything was the same.

The flashiest car in Baekgyeong’s entire collection was gone. The wide, low-slung lime-green body, gleaming with that slick green sheen—it was missing. The spot where Baekgyeong’s Gallardo had been parked now sat vacant.

At that moment, his phone buzzed and lit up. It was a call from Siron—the same Siron who had walked out on his own two feet.

A worthless piece of junk. Weak, pathetic trash. Useless except for its speed. An absolute failure of practicality. An insult to the idea of value.

Siron felt so wronged he thought he might throw up from frustration. He’d never even pushed the Gallardo’s accelerator past 40 km/h. All he’d done was try to swerve out of the way when a stray cat darted across the road—and ended up crashing into a parked car. But the moment of impact triggered the airbags from every direction like fireworks, and his soul practically flew out of his body. At 40 km/h—maybe even less—that fragile sugar-sculpture of a car had been half-destroyed.

Thus, the Gallardo, which had legally remained Baekgyeong’s on paper but was functionally gifted to Siron just the night before, was declared a total loss.

When Baekgyeong returned after explaining the situation to the police, he stared at Siron in silence for a long time, his expression flat. Then, he summarized the previous night’s incident in a single word.

“Bullshit.”

It hadn’t even been ten minutes since Siron called him, and Baekgyeong had already rushed straight to the police station. He didn’t seem particularly heartbroken about the death of an uninsured, shattered car. Realizing that Baekgyeong wasn’t as angry as expected, Siron calculated that he could afford to push a little further.

“I think I’ll need a few days in the hospital. My whole body aches from the muscle strain. Ugh... it’s awful. It’s a car accident—probably gonna have lingering effects.”

“You’re hurt?”

His calculations were off. A menacing shadow darkened Baekgyeong’s face. He kicked the desk and growled threateningly.

“If your tests come back showing anything’s wrong, you’re fucking dead.”

To Baekgyeong, fleeing wasn’t enough—now Siron had the gall to crash a car and physically abuse himself in the process. It was time for punishment.

“Huh? Or... maybe not?”

Siron casually turned his neck as if stretching, playing dumb.

“Feels like I’ll be fine if I stretch a bit.”

He suddenly stood and started stretching his upper body as if nothing had happened.

“I’m not even hurt. Didn’t crash that hard. The car I hit is totally fine.”

Baekgyeong’s eyes, which had been blazing with fury, began to calm. In a neutral voice, he said:

“The car you hit? The repair estimate is about three million won.”

“Yeah, that’s what they said. How is it that a multi-billion-won car gets totaled easier than a compact one?”

“That’s just how sports cars are.”

Baekgyeong’s frozen face suddenly came alive again. The corners of his lips curled ever so slightly.

“I’ll knock a billion off.”

“Huh?”

“It’s limited to 200 units worldwide, not even 5,000 km on it, but I’ll only charge you two billion.”

“W-what the hell does that mean?”

Baekgyeong looked at him like he was a hopeless idiot and answered patiently:

“Either buy me a new Gallardo or pay me back. Your choice.”

This lunatic thug—retired from being a rich layabout and reborn as a loan shark—still had dried semen crusted on his jaw. As the events of the previous night came flooding back, Siron felt a venomous anger seep into his bones like a slow poison.

“You said you were giving it to me! You said it was mine—so it’s my car! Whether I wreck it or not, it’s none of your business!”

Baekgyeong responded with a smirk that felt too sly to be innocent.

“That’s just your one-sided claim.”

It was maddening enough to make him lose his mind—but at least Baekgyeong didn’t seem intent on pressing criminal charges over the wrecked Gallardo. Instead of getting booked, Siron left the police station free and clear. Still, if Baekgyeong ever changed his mind, Siron could be branded a car thief for stealing and wrecking a luxury vehicle.

Their argument carried on inside the cramped van parked in the police station lot.

“So saying you were giving me this van—that was bullshit too, right? You just made it sound like a gift so you could turn around and claim I stole it when something goes wrong.”

To Baekgyeong, just the feeling of being “connected” to Siron wasn’t enough. Right now, that sense of unity was one-sided—he alone felt it. He wanted Siron to share it too, but how? There was no way to pull Siron into the strange, private universe that only existed inside his own head.

“Think about it! Where the hell would I get two billion won? You want me to live my whole life doing construction jobs and paying off your debt, never even getting to audition or act again?”

Their chain needed a shackle. But two billion wouldn’t be enough to lock down someone as special as Siron.

“You know I can’t do anything without your help. I sleep under a roof because of you, I get three meals a day thanks to you. I’m really grateful to you, you know?”

Determined to act like the obedient tongue inside Baekgyeong’s mouth, Siron met his gaze with the most honest expression he could manage. Rage, threats, pleas, sweet talk—a one-man performance that swung from heaven to hell in seconds. It was exhausting just watching.

Baekgyeong looked at him like a dumbass seeing a circus for the first time. If Siron ever performed with that much life in front of {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} a casting director, there’d be no audition he couldn’t pass. Simply letting his emotions out pulled people in like a vortex.

No doubt, Siron would succeed even without Baekgyeong’s help. And by then, two billion won would be laughable.

But if Baekgyeong became the bridge that brought him that opportunity—and if Siron had no choice but to cross it—the whole story would change. There’s no fixed path to success. Fame doesn’t require hardship. Those who build nothing themselves inevitably cling to the first chance that finds them. And if that happens once, twice, again and again—they start to doubt their own talent. They begin to believe their success was all luck and circumstance. The imposter syndrome would eat them alive.

Baekgyeong realized exactly what he had to do. He wasn’t meant to sit around waiting for Siron’s success.

He had to become Siron’s only sponsor.

“Why won’t you answer me? ...You really gonna make me pay?”

Siron, who had somehow become meek, protested in a cotton-candy voice, trying to protect his last shred of pride. Baekgyeong couldn’t keep a straight face anymore.

A sweet little bastard he wanted to swallow whole. Pretty from head to toe without a single flaw.

Baekgyeong almost smiled wide—but caught himself, twisting his face quickly.

“Yeah. Starting today, you’re gonna pay up.”

“What? ...How the hell am I supposed to do that?”

“What else is that body for?”

Fury surged across Siron’s face. Baekgyeong’s chin still shamefully bore the stain of dried cum. Hopefully anyone who saw it just thought it was drool from a nap.

“You’re telling me to pay you back with sex?”

“Hah, what do you take me for.”

“Then what?”

“Kiss me.”

Siron’s lips parted dumbly.

“You just said it wasn’t sex.”

“Don’t tell me you forgot rubbing your lips on mine every night in secret.”

As Siron’s face flushed with embarrassment, Baekgyeong added:

“Every night. Before bed. Kiss me. That’s my condition for clearing your debt.”

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