# Chapter 60
“……”
Junseo, who had been quietly nestled in Dohyuk’s arms, rose up. Though Dohyuk felt the urge to push him down to prevent him from moving, he ultimately couldn’t stop him.
“It’s okay because even your pretending not to know is cute.”
A soft hand lightly stroked Dohyuk’s cheek. Dohyuk was only afraid of the affection that filled Junseo’s eyes.
Such things could never be eternal.
It would be impossible to protect something that shined so brightly without others ever finding out.
If he were to selfishly possess something like this, he wasn’t confident he wouldn’t crumble if it were ever taken away.
So he thought perhaps it was right to hide it. To secretly cherish what was before his eyes.
Just as Dohyuk was about to take a step back, Junseo whispered. It was always like this. Whispering softly as if he already knew everything. Tempting him by opening an escape route, suggesting there was still a way out.
Like a small bird pecking with its beak, an unripe kiss briefly poured onto Dohyuk’s lips. With a strange sense of déjà vu, Dohyuk slowly closed and opened his eyes. Once more, with a “chu” sound, a light kiss imprinted warmth. It was a delicate and fragrant contact, like a bouquet of flowers thoroughly dried in sunlight.
Unconsciously, Dohyuk parted his lips and caught the breath that leaked through Junseo’s lips. Strangely, the more the brief contacts continued, the more intense his thirst became.
“…Now, you.”
As he moved his lips hazily, the touching lips slid lightly. The lips that met again with a “chok” sound created a small smile.
“Yes, now.”
“…What are you, what is…”
Ah, you don’t understand this either? As if asking that, Junseo curved his eyes. A tongue touched his lips. Dry lips parted.
“If you’re scared, I’ll name this guiding too. Just until you’re no longer afraid.”
At that moment, he realized. You already knew everything. How base my thoughts are every time I look at you.
Like hearing the sound of a signal flare at those words that settled like an absolution, Dohyuk pulled Junseo strongly towards him. Confession with guaranteed forgiveness was rapturous. Even before their lips met, a tongue that couldn’t wait came out to greet the other’s slightly parted lips first. His thirst intensified. It urged him to breathe deeply while sucking. The panting breaths flowed droplet by droplet from the tip of his tongue through their lips, wetting even the corners of their mouths.
He couldn’t tell how much time had passed with their lips locked. Despite not having done any intense exercise, Dohyuk, who had failed to steady his breathing, inhaled shallowly. The sweetness was so intense that it stung when even a small gap appeared between them. Dohyuk’s hand instinctively moved toward the loose sweater. The sensation of yarn touching the back of his hand was as soft as rabbit fur.
“Hyung.”
“…Mmm?”
A short kiss filled the long breath. He extended his tongue and greedily licked even the corner of his mouth. The moment Dohyuk’s hand circled around Junseo’s upper body, Junseo finally burst out laughing.
“Do younger ones taste good now too?”
“…Junseo, please be quiet.”
Seeing that he was about to chatter again, Dohyuk pressed down Junseo’s nape toward himself. The feeling that touched his lips was more moist than before. The dry lips were now somehow moistened and soft. Would juice leak if he bit them? As sadistic thoughts surged up to his throat, Dohyuk swallowed.
Because Dohyuk was persistently biting his lower lip, Junseo pretended to be obedient, opened his mouth, and rubbed Dohyuk’s earlobe. The heat transferred between his fingers was cute.
“What did you bring?”
Only after a long time had passed helplessly, and after another stretch of time had passed enough for the bright red heat to subside, did Dohyuk glance at the paper bag on the table that Junseo had brought. Since it was obviously an attempt to change the subject, Junseo generously decided to go along with it. It was closer to being more lenient than usual because his previously empty insides were now filled with satisfaction.
Junseo got up and opened the closed window of the lounge wide. Cold wind mixed with the humid air that had been filled with their excited body heat. His hair swayed beautifully in the wind blowing in from beyond the window. Although the sweater, which was already loose, had been stretched a bit due to Dohyuk’s inability to control his strength, it was strange that it didn’t look shabby. It was enough to make one think this is why models are important.
Junseo leaned obliquely against the window. Seemingly unaffected by the winter wind, the pleasant expression didn’t disappear from his face, which looked drowsy. With narrowed eyes, he licked the corner of his mouth. His lower lip, which had finally ended up torn because of Dohyuk, was reddish.
“Open it.”
Junseo’s languid eyes were still full of red. The heated gaze from when they mixed their tongues earlier overlapped with that color. Dohyuk took a deep breath, pushing new air all the way to his lungs.
Sitting on the bed, Dohyuk rattled the paper bag, though he wasn’t really curious about its contents. Although he had doubts due to the bag’s surprising size, looking inside, there was a neatly folded padded jacket. It was snow-white without a speck of imperfection, a color that would suit Junseo. Dohyuk quietly stroked it. Perhaps because it had naturally absorbed warmth indoors, apart from the rustling texture, it lacked the coldness typical of new items.
“Why this coat all of a sudden?”
“The weather has gotten colder.”
Junseo, who had approached before Dohyuk realized, draped the padded jacket over Dohyuk’s shoulders. Dohyuk smiled freely at the soft sensation that deflated every time he pressed it, then put his arms through the sleeves. Though the coat showed no signs of use, there was no price tag. It seemed as if it had been prepared in advance.
“It’s my first time with a bright color. Feels awkward.”
Dohyuk, who wasn’t particularly interested in clothes, prioritized functionality. For winter outerwear, warmth was the first priority, wearing comfort the second, and he preferred dark colors that were easy to maintain. This snow-white coat would stand out even among the similar colors and designs hanging in his closet. Because it wasn’t the type of clothing anyone would expect Dohyuk to buy.
“It suits you well.”
He feels the familiar things gradually changing, like this snow-white coat.
When Dohyuk stared blankly at Junseo, Junseo narrowed his eyes with pleasure and smiled. He hugged Dohyuk’s waist in the padded jacket and buried his head on his shoulder, looking like a child excited after receiving a large stuffed toy. “Try putting your hand in the pocket,” Junseo whispered. He always had playful eyes when he used that voice, and Dohyuk suddenly wondered if his expression buried in his shoulder was the same now.
Dohyuk reflexively lowered the hand that had been stroking Junseo’s hair and pushed it into the pocket. In the quite deep right pocket, there was a hard, not too large, rectangular object.
It was a key card. He narrowed his brow at the familiar design. It was identical to the key card for his officetel.
“Don’t tell me this is the key card to your officetel…”
Before Dohyuk could finish his sentence, Junseo quickly chattered. It seemed as if he had been waiting for just this moment.
“Isn’t it uncomfortable to keep staying in the lounge? Stay with me until you’re better. Junseo wants to stay with hyung.”
Junseo produced a somewhat loose pronunciation. The end of his words sounded so sparse that it was close to “eun-de-ae.” He had undoubtedly prepared aegyo to entice Dohyuk. Does he really think he looks cute right now? He was truly clever. By the crime of having eyes, Dohyuk looked cutely at Junseo, who prominently pushed out his plump lips, before belatedly pulling himself together.
“Do you think that makes sense? You didn’t even originally live in the officetel, and now what’s this all of a sudden? Besides, I have my own place too.”
“Then that’s even better. One for hyung, one for me. We have two homes.”
Even if the reason Dohyuk had been staying in the lounge consistently after regaining consciousness was for Junseo’s guiding, it didn’t mean they had to live together. It wasn’t as if neither Junseo nor Dohyuk had a place to stay.
“Wait. Why do you keep… Junseo. Let me think.”
Dohyuk detached Junseo who was clinging to him. It was because every time he tried to think while looking down at the key card in his hand, Junseo would kiss his temple wherever he could reach, scrambling his thoughts. It seemed like he had made up his mind, as guiding followed with every contact. He seemed to have fully realized that Espers receiving guiding all become soft. This was a disadvantage for Dohyuk, who was already soft for Junseo. He simply couldn’t find the energy to refuse.
“What are you thinking about? Hyung thinks too much. The simplest is the best. Isn’t it really good when both hyung likes it and I like it? The guiding efficiency is good too.”
“What are you saying?”
At Junseo’s clear breakdown of the situation, Dohyuk’s face turned bright red as he pretended not to know. Junseo poked his own cheek with his finger and lowered his gaze gently.
“If you felt bad, you can get revenge. Junseo likes cheeks or lips. Scold me.”
“…It’s fine.”
“Plus, there’s no time to move things, so it’s convenient to be near where hyung lives. It’s mine anyway.”
He whispers as if it was obvious that Dohyuk would have kindly refused if it had been a distant place because it would be difficult to move belongings. As Junseo said, it was his freedom to decide how to use his officetel. But even if the issue of organizing belongings disappeared, Dohyuk found this proposal too sudden.
