The Probability of Becoming a Couple with Your Beloved

After the roll call was done, the professor entered, and the class began as usual. In a normal situation, Hangeom would show the highest concentration, but today he was absentmindedly looking not at the presentation screen, but somewhere to the side.

‘Have you done this before?’

Starting with this voice, memories of what happened that day, on Friday, suddenly surfaced in his head, and he involuntarily held his breath.

He did it with the senior who was not himself due to rut. And not with just anyone, but with the person he admired and loved. With the one he always looked at from afar!

His face flushed, and his head lowered on its own like a ripe ear of grain. In fact, he had been thinking only about this all weekend. Because of this, red marks remained on his palms, and when he looked at them, he remembered the senior’s large hands and his big, thick… he couldn’t even fall asleep.

He understood that it was an accident, and therefore there could be no other meaning in it. If anything, didn’t he just slightly ease the condition of a sick person? It’s just that the method was a bit shameful. But he couldn’t do anything about this pounding heart.

‘No. I must focus on the lesson.’

Before you know it, the midterm exam period will come. Hangeom straightened his back and tried to concentrate, but suddenly felt a slight pain in his buttocks. Not even three seconds had passed after he decided to concentrate, and his thoughts were in disarray again.

Immediately after they both finished, Wonhyeok, mumbling something incomprehensible, put his hand into Hangeom’s pants. The sensation of his buttocks being spread caused goosebumps. As soon as the hand touched the most sensitive spot, the frightened Hangeom reflexively pushed Wonhyeok’s hand away.

Because of this, he fell from the sofa to the floor and hit his buttocks, resulting in even a bruise. After that, the situation completely ended.

Wonhyeok, breathing heavily as if feeling post-orgasmic bliss, lazily blinked and closed his eyes. Hangeom, after tidying himself up, laid the sleeping Wonhyeok on the sofa and left the apartment.

What would have happened if he hadn’t pushed Wonhyeok away then?

Boom-

In the auditorium where only the professor’s voice was heard, the sound of something hitting the table resounded. All eyes turned to Hangeom, the source of this sound.

“S-sorry.”

Hangeom awkwardly scratched his head and lowered his gaze, and the professor, clearing his throat, continued the lecture.

Later, he was so immersed in unnecessary fantasies that he didn’t even notice how the lecture ended. As a result, nothing from the content of the class remained in his head. Hangeom, lifelessly gathering his clean notebook without a single note, headed to the cafeteria to have lunch with a lost look.

He ordered the cheapest dish and sat down in a suitable place, eating without understanding whether the food was going into his nose or mouth, when a shadow appeared in front of him.

“Can I sit down?”

Hangeom’s eyes slowly widened. Wonhyeok was standing in front of him. Hangeom, as if hypnotized, nodded in response to his slight smile.

“Is it tasty? I’ve never tried it.”

“I-I’m just eating it because it’s cheap. But it’s tasty in its own way.”

“Add a little more and eat something delicious. The price difference isn’t that big.”

Along with Hangeom’s awkward smile, they quietly had lunch. Even while eating, Hangeom secretly glanced at Wonhyeok’s face. Fortunately, he looked as usual, which meant that his condition had significantly improved.

“Hangeom, when is your next lecture?”

“Uh, in 20 minutes.”

“Then let’s talk a little? We have something to talk about.”

“Ah, yes.”

Hangeom swallowed and nodded. He couldn’t help but understand why Wonhyeok was saying such things.

He had read in some book that some people with types can lose memory when they suffer severely from heat. In fact, Hangeom secretly hoped that this had happened to Wonhyeok. After all, they had only recently become just friendly senior and junior, and he didn’t want to drift apart again because of such an incident.

“You came to my house on Friday, right?”

“Yes.”

They headed towards a bench behind the academic building. Wonhyeok handed Hangeom an ionic drink bought from a vending machine.

“…Actually, I was in rut then, and the suppressants weren’t helping much. Usually this doesn’t happen, but that day my body was especially unstable.”

That’s right. How hard it must have been for him when the suppressants didn’t work. Probably he, not being a person with a type, couldn’t even imagine this pain. But the senior even suggested talking about it himself. The person who was most confused due to losing his mind should have been the senior.

Hangeom dejectedly looked at the cold ionic drink in his hands.

“It seems I did something to you that I shouldn’t have… Right?”

“Ah…”

It seems such luck as complete memory loss didn’t fall to his lot. But still, he didn’t want to drift apart from Wonhyeok because of this awkward incident.

Hangeom thought for a moment. In which direction to lead the conversation. And Wonhyeok, interpreting this silence differently, finally nervously bit his lip.

“Maybe I…”

“I-I’m okay!”

“What?”

Hangeom, having made a decision, raised his head and shouted.

“…Okay with what exactly?”

“Just everything! You were in rut, and, if anything, you were sick!”

Hangeom awkwardly laughed and scratched his head. If Wonhyeok remembers everything, then, given his kind nature, he will surely worry excessively. If that happens, they will drift away from the usual senior-junior relationship, and an awkward and uncomfortable boundary will appear between them. And soon a solid and thick wall will be erected.

And he will return to those times when he secretly followed him and observed.

“O-okay? Really? No, what exactly?”

“Uh… I mean, it hurts a little and there’s a bruise on my buttocks, but it’s nothing, i-it will pass soon.”

“It hurts… and a bruise on the buttocks?”

Hangeom wanted to somehow ease Wonhyeok’s feeling of guilt. He didn’t want him to look at him with such an uncomfortable feeling. They had only recently become closer. How did they become closer?

Therefore, he said this, but contrary to expectations, Wonhyeok’s expression didn’t improve, but on the contrary, quickly darkened. Maybe he’s still worried about this? Hangeom nervously fidgeted with his fingers. What to do? He needed not just to say that everything was okay, but also to provide suitable arguments.

“A-actually, this isn’t the first time for me, and this happens often!”

“…”

Wonhyeok’s eyes instantly became fierce. Hangeom, fidgeting with his fingers on the top of the drink can, continued to speak.

“It wasn’t anything special, and I’m, w-well, used to it. So you don’t need to worry so much! If you feel any g-guilt, you don’t need to. Really…”

He was sweating from lying. Hangeom wiped his forehead with his sleeve and automatically touched his glasses. But it wasn’t a complete lie, right? As a man, Hangeom, of course, had engaged in self-gratification several times.

Of course, he had never done it with someone else’s help and hadn’t done it for others, but in this sense his words weren’t a hundred percent lie.

A soft spring breeze blew around the bench. The leaves peeking out from the stems of plants surrounding the bench swayed gracefully in the wind.

The silence became a bit awkward, and Hangeom secretly glanced at Wonhyeok when he suddenly remembered about the next lecture. By the way, the next class on a general education subject was supposed to be held in a building located a bit further from here.

Hanguk University’s campus was famous for its huge territory, so one couldn’t ignore the time needed to walk to the auditorium.

“Senior, I have… a lecture, so I’ll go.”

“Hangeom, wait…”

Before Wonhyeok could stop him, Hangeom, bowing low, left without hesitation.

Another strong gust of wind blew. Wonhyeok, as if feeling depressed, strongly ran his hand through his hair, and then sharply threw the drink he was holding into the trash can.

When the metal bin rang loudly, passing students flinched in surprise.

“Damn, did he just say he engages in casual encounters?”

Wonhyeok’s eyebrows furrowed like the crumpled can inside the bin.