Bowon smiled awkwardly and avoided his gaze. Along with that, moving his hands to cover between his legs was a bonus.
A shadow fell over Bowon. He tried hard to ignore it, but Moon Seoheon’s presence was so strong that, unlike before, this time Bowon pitifully drooped his eyebrows.
“Hey… I’m hungry now.”
He’d just said he had no appetite, but at the sight of him rubbing his belly and quickly changing his attitude, Seoheon laughed lowly. Bowon’s transparent behavior, plainly visible to the eye, just seemed amusing.
“You say you’re hungry, but why is this like this?”
When Seoheon spoke with a playful squint of his eyes, Bowon’s face flushed slightly. It seemed he had no intention of just letting it go. As Seoheon acted mischievously, Bowon decided to act shamelessly.
“This is a physiological phenomenon.”
Since the guy would tease him more if he floundered unnecessarily, when he deliberately maintained an indifferent expression, Seoheon backed away as if doing him a favor.
He was relieved inwardly, but then Seoheon suddenly pulled his upper body into an embrace and lay down, making Bowon yelp “Wah!” Seeing his startled reaction, Seoheon laughed loudly.
“Hey, don’t do that.”
“Haha! Okay. Just a moment.”
Unable to stop the laughter spilling out, Seoheon kept shaking his shoulders, so Bowon shoved his shoulder hard. Even if Bowon had been in perfect condition, it wasn’t enough force to push him away, but at Seoheon’s expression of furrowing his brows as if hurt, Bowon made an exasperated face.
“But is it really okay to leave it like this? If you give me just a moment, I’m confident I can make you feel absolutely amazing.”
Having backed away, Seoheon drew close and deliberately brought his lips near Bowon’s earlobe, whispering. At the pleasant low tone, Bowon’s expression softened, then he seemed to come to his senses and shook his head.
“…Don’t need it.”
“But I’m really confident I can make you feel good…”
When Seoheon touched his own belly, groping around the area, and sulkily whined, Bowon’s resolve weakened slightly.
He couldn’t win at all. Looking back at everything they’d experienced so far, it was a fact he knew well enough, yet when Seoheon approached forcefully, pushing him away had now become routine for Bowon. They both knew the ending would be that if Seoheon kept pushing, Bowon would soon give in.
They’d been attached for quite a while now, so frequent contact wasn’t particularly surprising anymore, and it wasn’t that he particularly disliked it. But there’s such a thing as mental preparation.
It was strange to back out after kissing and doing all sorts of things, but sex was a separate matter. He didn’t want to simply think they should naturally do it because they liked each other, and if they were going to do it, he wanted to share a truly good relationship.
To do that, he wanted to start without leaving behind even a single uncomfortable feeling, but various problems kept making him hesitate.
Bowon soon blankly watched Seoheon’s hand move from his lower belly toward the inside of his thigh. His posture soon became one of straddling over Seoheon’s body.
Suddenly his mind went blank at the fact that only he was wearing nothing but a towel. When he bit his lips hard, Seoheon, who had been embracing Bowon, stayed still for a moment.
“Don’t worry. I have no intention of keeping bothering someone who’s sick.”
Seoheon briefly kissed his cheek with a smack, then soon relaxed his strength and set Bowon down. Rather bewildered, when Bowon blankly looked up at Seoheon, he made it definite.
“I wasn’t even thinking of doing it. Anyway, we’ll be adults in a few weeks, so there’s no need to be anxious.”
When Seoheon, who had been ending his words vaguely, got up saying he’d bring clothes, Bowon, who had become solemn for no reason, clicked his tongue silently.
Seoheon’s eyes as he smiled nonchalantly seemed bitter, making him feel sorry, yet the following words approached fearfully. Because it sounded like he was saying he wouldn’t hold back once they became adults.
As expected, before that time came, he needed to quickly steel his resolve.
* * *
“How’s the taste?”
“Delicious.”
When he spoke with a genuinely upturned smile, Seoheon’s expression relaxed considerably.
It had been almost a month since he’d started learning to cook, so Seoheon’s cooking skills had now improved to an admirable degree. Originally, Seoheon hadn’t been particularly skilled, not any more than Bowon’s cooking ability, but he was improving day by day.
While Bowon, who had decided to go to university, focused on studying, Seoheon prepared for the practical exam in sports and physical education. And unlike Bowon who had to take the college entrance exam, Seoheon received a perfect score on the practical evaluation that selected students through a 100% interview process conducted earlier.
Thanks to that, with nearly a month of spare time, Seoheon said he’d treat Bowon, who was busy studying, to food, and even attended an academy to learn cooking—that was the beginning. Now he’d gotten quite interested, and whenever he had time he made various kinds of food on his own initiative, so Bowon naturally ended up eating that food.
The cooking academy was one he’d entered based on Oh Seulbi’s recommendation, and the two naturally ran into each other frequently and hung out together, so now they’d become quite close. Perhaps because of that, it seemed he’d gotten quite close with the other kids in the club too. Come to think of it, Bowon felt a little irritated.
He himself hung around with his friends while disliking that Bowon got close with his friends… He felt slightly wronged, but having accumulated so many feelings of guilt, he was in no position to argue about such things.
Bowon unnecessarily stirred the thick yellowish-green soup vigorously, then scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth. Though it could have been overwhelming with all sorts of vegetables piled in, it was soft and easy to eat. It was also filling, so he’d eaten it continuously for several days without getting tired of it.
Unlike before when he’d been too weak and had to be fed, Seoheon quietly watched Bowon eating well on his own, then furrowed his brows with a somehow regretful feeling before pulling out his chair and slowly standing up.
“…Why?”
“I’ll do some laundry. Keep eating.”
“Ah, wait. I’ll help after I finish eating.”
“What kind of patient… Rest. There’s not much anyway, so it’ll be done quickly.”
Seoheon, who answered firmly, smiled gently and left the living room. Bowon watched the back of Seoheon heading toward the washing machine carrying the laundry basket, and remained still with a spoon in his mouth, feeling strange.
Though this wasn’t the first time he’d visited the house, it was new seeing the guy properly doing housework.
Normally, Bowon should have been groaning sick in the room he shared with Yoon Taean. In his hazy memory, the image of Seoheon carrying his collapsed self to the hospital flashed by like an afterimage.
It had been several days since he’d ended up indebted after Seoheon brought him to his own house as soon as treatment ended. Perhaps Lee Jaewon had been considerate, but thanks to him going out over the weekend, he’d remained alone with Seoheon and received truly comfortable nursing care.
This is really grateful. His body, with the fever down, had definitely improved, and his thoughts were proceeding normally.
The college entrance exam was over too, and since it was his last year as a minor, he’d been vaguely thinking about going out together alone at year’s end, so he thought about preparing something himself as a way of repaying him. And there… his thoughts were about to continue but stopped.
He absolutely couldn’t imagine mingling bodies with Moon Seoheon. If they did it, he’d have to take the lead and guide it, right? In reality he was the adult, and Moon Seoheon was pretty. It had been a long time since he realized the guy wasn’t a simple anime character or a weak existence, but his thoughts naturally continued toward him being on top.
Moreover, though this body had become more familiar than his original body, it would be good to leave a note for later too.
After deciding to swap lives with Yoon Taeho and each live as they pleased, there hadn’t been any cases of their bodies switching back. However, he remembered Yoon Taeho occasionally appearing in dreams and mentioning him as if conveying regards, making his head throb.
It was a light tone as if simply curious about the situation here, but he felt needlessly guilty. Especially because it was the body of a minor who wasn’t even an adult yet, he’d become more cautious about everything than when he thought he couldn’t return to his original world. Perhaps it was because his sense of responsibility had increased…
As the sound of the washing machine running echoed and Bowon emerged from his reverie, he decided to think about this problem later and focus on eating.
When he’d emptied his bowl, Seoheon, who had returned to the living room, rolled up his sleeves saying he’d do the dishes. This time he insisted strongly that he would do it, but Seoheon was more stubborn, so he ended up wrapped in blankets, sitting obediently on the sofa watching TV.
As expected, the one who didn’t give in to the end couldn’t be beaten.
Focused on watching a movie that had apparently aired long ago, it was only after some time had passed that Seoheon returned.
“Is that fun? It’s a scary movie.”
“Really? There are so many romantic scenes that it’s not particularly scary.”
“Well. It’s a movie where the sexual aspect is stronger than horror, so that could be.”
“…Mmm.”
He’d thought the atmosphere was dark because it was a classic film, but sexual? Momentarily dazed by an unexpected word, then Seoheon came behind Bowon as if it were his spot, wedged in to sit and embraced him, making his body lean forward.
When he shifted his bottom at the uncomfortable position, Seoheon embraced his chest to make him lean against his bosom. Just as Seoheon had said, when a sexual scene appeared, Bowon lowered his gaze.
His heart was pounding—he didn’t know if it was from fear or excitement. Seoheon must surely be feeling his heart beating too, yet there was no reaction, so he wondered if he was the one overreacting.
In a situation where he couldn’t focus on the movie, fortunately perhaps, his phone started ringing.
Looking at the screen, it was a call from Oh Seulbi.
