Morning Milkshake
Working-Class Mr. Ahn's Unscheduled Visits to Dr. Yeon's Clinic continues...
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Warning: this post deals with some heavier psychological topics and dark fictional elements. Everything here is totally fictional.
Just Took a Pot Off the Stove
Asuka: Just took a pot off the stove. It's got a little more er, gochu this time. Enjoy:
1.
"Si-eun-ah…"
"Yeah?"
"When did you make your first milkshake?"
His eyes still closed, Dr Yeon frowned lightly in confusion.
"What milkshake?" His morning voice was soft and crackly.
"The hand-shaken, vanilla scented kind."
Under the thick comforter, Dr Yeon felt Mr Ahn shift. The bed made a sigh of soft fabric as Mr Ahn placed a firm hand on him and gave a playful squeeze. "This kind."
Dr Yeon turned his head away to hide a smile. His mind had not yet travelled far from sleep and it wanted to return. He yearned for the rare respite of last night, a mid-winter blessing of dreamless darkness, the silence warmed by Mr Ahn's breathing.
But he became aware of Mr Ahn's hand coming to life and starting a beat.
"Yah, don't pretend to sleep. Your alert receptionist says the doctor is in."
"You don't have an appointment," muttered Dr Yeon half into his pillow, his head still turned. He forced down a moan. But a trace of the low note reached Mr Ahn's cat ears.
"It's ok, looks like the doctor's coming."
Si-eun's breaths shortened as Suho persisted. Little puffs of pleasure condensed in the dry air. His toes curled and his fingers gripped the sheets as he fought against release. He hadn't expected this. Usually Suho waited till they were in the shower. Or at Yeon Clinic. Although he could also attack at the dining table. Come to think of it, there was no predicting the call of the wild.
Once, Si-eun got pantsed while he was preparing some omelettes for their breakfast, lovingly folded with Spanish ham and French butter. This led to a distraction that almost triggered the fire alarm, and Si-eun made sure to dump the charred remains onto Suho's plate in mock irritation. Suho had apologized, but not before laughing himself silly. They had McDonald's that morning.
"Suho wait… wait…"
But Suho only responded to the sweet pleas by working harder. Si-eun could feel the dampness spreading. It had probably already soaked through the loose grey sweats he used as pajamas. He didn't feel the need for underwear around Suho.
"Stop… we're gonn… dirty…th'sheets…" Dr Yeon huffed out.
"Nah, won't wanna waste anything."
With speed and power that shocked against the languor of the cold morning, Suho whipped off everything that covered his mewling friend. Then he ate hungrily, pushing down till he buried his nose in the soft, dark cloud of curls that marked boyish Si-eun as a man. He lapped up the clear nectar that had leaked out in Si-eun's bliss. It was sweet-salty, and also lightly perfumed with the signature vanilla of its maker. It was his favorite appetizer in the world, treasured as much as Cream of Si-eun, the main course soon to be served, but he kept this to himself.
The rapid changes of temperatures and textures — the snug warmth of cotton followed by the frigid air of a snowy dawn, and then the hot wetness that swallowed him whole — threatened to overwhelm the last of Si-eun's resistance. He swam through a delirium of happiness and pleasure, eventually becoming transfixed by Suho's rhythm.
Then all at once, the moment of final tightening came and he stopped breathing altogether. With the air stored in his chest, he whispered out the only word he kept in his heart of hearts, "Suho."
Then his mind went blank.
Suho caught the light gasping of his name. It was all wind, no vowels. And then the first gush spread onto his tongue. The second hit his throat, and he had to gulp it all down before he choked on love. By the fourteenth pulse, the torrent had receded into a trickle that ended as a thick drop on the fifteenth.
He sat up and looked down at Si-eun, breathing raggedly with his right arm thrown above his head. Little Si-eun was also throbbing along, a cute plump boy with a bowl cut nodding to the music of his heart. More cream dribbled out unexpectedly from a delayed sixteenth pulse — sweet 16 — and flowed downwards, lightly clumping the twirls of fur below.
Suho admired this sight he alone in the world was allowed to see. Si-eun wasn't particularly lengthy, but he was rich with liquid gold, and somehow always had more to spare than Suho. Suho also kept this to himself.
"And that's how I like my breakfast in bed," Suho chirped. "And… you need breakfast too, right? Please say yes."
Si-eun opened his eyes and saw Suho in a puppy-like pose, a goofy and earnest smile plastered on his face. Then he noticed the dark patch of wet lust on Suho's matching grey sweat pants. It was straining to contain him. Lucky beast really has two inches more…
Si-eun yawned.
"I'm going back to sleep. Be a good guardian and just sit like that till lunch," he teased as he turned on his side in a little snigger.
"Mwo?!" exclaimed Suho in playful indignation. "That's no way to treat your guardian angel!"
"Guardian devil."
"Well there's more than one way for this devil to feed you. Dr Yeon Si-eun. You know your pants are on the far side of the room, right?"
Suho smacked one of two exposed buns. His hand burned with excitement. As the realization of what Suho intended to do dawned on him, Si-eun reflexively reached for —
"The covers are also across the room."
This Ahn King Kong! thought Si-eun.
"Don't you dare, ok?" growled Si-eun harmlessly; he was smiling without reservation.
"You say that, but I can see Little Si-eun isn't shrinking from the cold."
With that, Suho pushed his waistband to his knees. Little Suho stood tall and muscular, veined with desire and drooling with anticipation. Si-eun gulped. The light from the window behind Suho painted a flattering silhouette. Of not-so-Little Suho.
"… … can you at least get the comforter and the lube?" asked Si-eun.
"The lube's finished and the comforter will just get in the way. Do we really need them?"
"What? Yes!"
"But why?"
"…'cause it's freezing… and you're a bit big…" mumbled Si-eun, using only his lips and clenched teeth.
"Huh, what? What did you say?" Suho broke into a full grin.
"Nothing."
"No, you definitely said something wise."
"I said it's freezing."
Suho looked right into Si-eun's eyes. He remained smiling, wordless.
"What?" asked Si-eun, suddenly a little self-conscious.
"I'm so happy I met you, Yeon Si-eun."
Then he pulled his pants up, got off the bed and walked to the other end of the room to retrieve the comforter and Si-eun's sweatpants. With his back turned, he said, "You know, it's ok if you really wanna sleep."
Si-eun sat up on the bed. He was very cold from the waist down, but he felt his face grow warm. Suho could say the sweetest things without effort and without warning.
"Hey, your face is as pink as Little Si-eun's!" Suho remarked, returning with the comforter bunched in his right hand and trailing on the carpet, Si-eun's pants in his left.
"Oh shut up and lie down already."
"Huh why?"
"I suddenly miss the taste of you."
2. The Newton Method
After a hearty breakfast made with passion, the two boys hibernated in an organically scented embrace till past noon, to replenish their vital energies.
Dr Yeon awoke first. The hallway floor nipped at his skin like frost, so he put on furry slippers and shuffled to the kitchen. He looked out the windows to see that a light layer of snow had settled onto the trees like a gossamer wedding dress.
He was glad Yeon Clinic was on an arbitrarily decided, fully paid staff holiday for today and tomorrow. He knew Suho would be available: whenever Yeon Clinic was closed for a staff holiday, Mr Ahn also made sure to declare a staff holiday for his consultancy company of one person.
Just being around Suho was the recharge he needed, even if Suho drained him literally. He looked down at his sweats and smiled wryly. The dampness had dried into a faint stain about half a palm in size.
Wouldn't it be nice to have hot soup now? Samgyetang maybe?
Dr Yeon walked to Suho's fridge. He opened the doors and stared in dismay at the mostly empty shelves. There was no chicken, there was no pork. Somewhere at the back of the top shelf was a greying steak of unknown age. There were some green chili peppers in a plastic bag on the first shelf, and two eggs left in the egg compartment. The milk was probably yogurt. Just enough for a chili omelette for Suho.
"Pretty sad huh?" remarked Mr Ahn loudly. He smiled when he saw Dr Yeon jolt. He never tired of this.
"You do this on purpose don't you?" demanded Dr Yeon.
"Do what?" asked Mr Ahn, blinking with over-the-top innocence.
"If I'd been holding those two sad eggs, they would have cracked and made a mess."
"Well you did hold my two eggs this morning, they didn't crack, and they still made a mess."
"Please, those don't count as eggs. They are much smaller."
Mr Ahn sucked in his breath through his teeth. "Wah daebak! What an insult! Look at how far you've come, Dr Yeon."
"Not that far. It was just in your mouth."
Mr Ahn's eyes widened as his jaw dropped. It was a historic moment, the first real sex joke from the innocent lips of Dr Yeon Si-eun, born on a wintry January afternoon.
"Good lord, really. Who taught you to speak like that?"
"You know, it's probably you. You're my most corrupting influence. But years of Baku and Gotak could have laid the foundation."
"Ah… I wish I could have been there. Too bad I was asleep."
He can also talk about the most brutal things without effort and without warning, thought Dr Yeon, trying not to wince.
Mr Ahn saw the dimming of Dr Yeon's eyes and quickly started talking about what had made him curious in the morning.
"Hey, you haven't answered my question," Mr Ahn said sunnily.
"You mean, why have I become corrupted?"
"No. When did you make your first milkshake?"
Who is Jennie? Bricklayer. Local correspondent for the Yeon Clinic deluluverse. A sous chef who checks whether the soup actually tastes like Seoul. A specialist who designs this kitchen to hold more than Suho's coma — philosophy, history, society, culture, stacked one recipe at a time.
Who is Asuka? Head nurse and main chef of the Yeon Clinic. A Scheherazade who sings the Song of Achilles she found shelved next to a book on Zen Buddhist masters. Fluent in several languages, conversant in single malts and the precise emotional damage of Weak Hero Class 1. Signs off as ASL. (Always starch linen.)
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This post was originally published on Jennie's blog in the autumn of 2025. The original blog has since moved to Blogger due to hosting changes — welcome to the new home.
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