[BL] Rocket Science Love

Chapter 3

After landing at Incheon Airport, I exchanged contact information with Captain Jeon Seong-wook. There was a part of me that hoped to quickly get to know someone at the company to ease my adjustment, but he had a friendly and outgoing personality. If I had to make a colleague, he seemed like a good fit for me.

It was late at night, and the company's limousine wasn't leaving for another 30 minutes.

"Where are you headed? If it's near Gimpo or Banghwa, I can just give you a ride," He offered.

"Oh..."

He offered to give me a ride. I said my destination hesitantly and asking if it was possible.

"A hotel? Are you still staying at a hotel?!" He exclaimed.

That's right. I hadn't even found a place to live in Korea yet. That's how abruptly I had fled. There was a reason for everything, even with Han Jae-i going berserk.

Captain Jeon Seong-wook entered the hotel name I mentioned into the navigation system and then started the car. Throughout the journey, we discussed the recent Russian plane crash. He dropped me off at the hotel and then turned towards home.

The doorman opened the door for me in the lobby, pretending to recognize me. After exchanging greetings for over a week, he seemed to vaguely remember my face. Of course, the uniform probably had the most influence.

"I didn't see you yesterday," He remarked.

"Yes, I was out on local duty," I replied.

He nodded understandingly, indicating he fully comprehended. When I asked if he wanted to smoke a cigarette with me, he hesitated for a moment, glancing around. Since the supervisor wasn't around at night, I insisted it was fine. Sensing he wasn't opposed to it, he accepted the cigarette I offered.

"I don't like smoking alone," I explained.

"Haha, I'm good with it. Are you a pilot?" He asked.

"Yes, I've recently come to Korea and finding myself here," I replied.

Whenever I smoked, Han Jae-i was always there to accompany me. Even when it was obvious that I had just smoked with other friends and stood up from my seat, he would always follow me out and ask for another cigarette.

Maybe it became a habit, but I didn't like smoking alone. So, my smoking habits, which weren't much to begin with, increased quite a bit after coming to Korea. I was convincing myself that there was a good reason for it.

I'm currently looking for someone to replace Han Jae-i. With sexual desire mixed into my feelings towards him, I couldn't help but feel ridiculous, as if I were looking for a one-night stand partner.

The doorman in the deep gray hotel uniform looked like he was in college, with a neat appearance and a good physique. If it weren't for being in Korea, I might have impulsively asked him to spend a night with me. But doing so here would likely get me reported to the police.

Suddenly, I recalled how many times I had felt sexual desire towards Han Jae-i or if it had happened at all. Since I didn't know what that emotion was, I could confidently say it wasn't frequent. To be more honest, it had only happened twice, exactly twice.

We first met at fifteen, both deeply curious in that regard, and inseparable ever since. Whether we were at home watching a movie or flipping through some odd magazine together, laughter was always shared between us.

He might have assumed I was also aroused by the movie's erotic scenes, but the truth was different. It was actually Han Jae-i's prominent bulge that grabbed my attention, something I'd been masturbating to daily, so I didn't think much of it.