Thighs with good elasticity tightened around Yeo Dowoon in the middle. After binding him with his legs, Cha Haseong lightly caressed the nape of his neck visible from above.
He circled his finger round and round over the protruding back neck bone. As Yeo Dowoon seemed to shrink his shoulders and collarbone, he asked.
“Don’t be capricious, just one thing. Can’t we do just one thing?”
While lowering his head to Yeo Dowoon’s ear.
His excellent hearing gathered Cha Haseong’s voice like sticky glue. Cha Haseong wanted to inflict wounds on him. He wanted to simultaneously desecrate and humiliate the Esper who had always lived as a soldier.
“If you’re going to follow me around like a child, then follow…”
So he couldn’t help but question himself. It’s strange. I’ve never hated you.
“If you’re going to flounder like someone who did wrong, know your place with some sense.”
I’ve never wanted to make you cry.
“Saying you like me, saying you love me…”
“……”
“Aren’t you embarrassed even while saying it?”
But why do I feel like I have to make you cry while hating you like this?
Cha Haseong felt as if someone was controlling him, forcing him to pour out harsh words.
Trembling arose in Yeo Dowoon’s palms gripping his knees. Soon his entire eyes distorted, and the smoothly curved eye corners were dyed a reddish color.
Yeo Dowoon opened his quivering lips and answered.
“…I don’t care if I become ridiculous and embarrassed.”
It was because he was afraid he might confess. Because Cha Haseong was someone who wore an even more complicated expression while cutting himself with harsh words. Yeo Dowoon’s affection swelled at his kindness.
He became very anxious that he might tell such a person not to feel guilty, or spill his honest feelings.
It’s natural for you to reject me.
“It’s okay, so… I’m telling you.”
As if my loving you this much is a very natural situation.
You saved my life, and I killed yours. You are my savior, but I am your plunderer. You sacrificed, but I took. You gave up, but I coveted.
“…Just continue the kiss, Dowoon-ssi.”
I was horrible for not being innocent before you.
“We’d better do guiding rather than conversation.”
***
Yeo Dowoon kissed, carefully containing his heart. Because he wanted to show him in this way the overwhelming emotion he couldn’t convey with voice alone.
“Huu…”
He, kneeling like an apostle worshipping a god, pushed back his chin and desperately sucked on his tongue. Cha Haseong locked his lips as if bestowing red wine to a believer exhausted from thirst.
“Ngh, haah…”
It was a hateful kiss. Yeo Dowoon moaned lowly as if suffering from fever.
A smacking friction sound echoed. Cha Haseong coldly withdrew the lips that had been pressed down firmly. Yeo Dowoon unknowingly gripped his clothes tightly.
Because he felt regretful and sorry for the disappearing breath. Cha Haseong soothed him and said.
“Guiding is over.”
Yeo Dowoon didn’t have the confidence to open his eyes and face Cha Haseong. Fully conveying that feeling, he lifted his eyelids only to a drowsy degree, and he whispered in a stable voice.
“Time to go to sleep now.”
Fingers meticulously caressed Yeo Dowoon’s forehead and brow. It was an intention to relax his tensed features, but Yeo Dowoon ended up stiffening up even more pathetically.
His insides churned nauseously.
It felt like if he coughed once, a lump of clotted emotions would pour out all at once and embarrass him.
“Are you going to sleep here?”
He tried to ask in a calm tone, but as usual, Cha Haseong quickly noticed Yeo Dowoon’s pretense. He tapped Yeo Dowoon’s bridge of the nose teasingly.
His eyes blinked reflexively and he smiled as if it was cute. An excuse flowed out.
“Dowoon-ssi’s bed is too narrow for two people to sleep.”
Soon he grabbed both of Yeo Dowoon’s forearms as if to help him up, still kneeling between his legs. But Yeo Dowoon acted much more swiftly and vigorously straightened his legs.
An urgent voice burst out like thunder and lightning.
“Are you going to leave like that?”
Cha Haseong was only wearing a single thin gown.
Therefore, Yeo Dowoon worried that some beast bastard who might be loitering outside could see this lovely person and harbor evil intentions.
“I don’t like wearing clothes I already wore.”
Cha Haseong answered leisurely.
“They got a lot of oil smell on them too.”
Following that, he glanced at the clothes he had diligently folded and brought out just before.
Yeo Dowoon, who turned his gaze following Cha Haseong, displayed a troubled expression on his face for a moment.
Well, if ordinary people had to put back on clothes they wore while cooking even after washing cleanly, they would easily feel uncomfortable.
But for Yeo Dowoon, who had the habit of always putting on the same clothes and roughly shaking his hair after training ended, he found Cha Haseong’s cleanliness and neatness rather fascinating instead.
No, should I call it diligence?
In any case, it was truly amazing that his delicate disposition, which could feel fastidious to others, only came across to him as a pitiful and special quality.
“There are new clothes here too.”
Yeo Dowoon added as if being generous.
“Short sleeves, long sleeves, shorts, long pants, there are tracksuits in Guide-nim’s size too, and pajamas…”
They were all items that had been ruthlessly rejected by Cha Haseong.
Yeo Dowoon felt unnecessarily hurt every time he opened the returned gift boxes. How much he’d racked his brain choosing clothes that would suit him…
Practically, all he’d done was pressure Ko Ijae and Baek Seonwoo to compile a list and then swipe his card, but he wanted to take credit for everything there was.
Yeo Dowoon declared.
“You can choose whatever you like and wear it.”
“Where are they?”
However, at that moment, Yeo Dowoon discovered an unbelievable mistake his past self had made. Damn it. All the neglected gift packages were stored in the dress room at the end of the hallway.
In that room across from that bastard Yoon Minoh’s bedroom!
As Cha Haseong let out a “hmm” sound, Yeo Dowoon hastily revised his strategy.
“Would you like to change into my clothes?”
Rather than let Cha Haseong enter that bastard Yoon Minoh’s radius, it was better not to let him take even one more step out.
Rather than pushing Cha Haseong into close proximity with that psychopath bastard who seemed to have his brain dominated by sexual desire, he’d rather pathetically cling to and hang onto him himself.
“I usually wear sizes larger than mine, so they actually won’t be uncomfortable when you wear them.”
“Dowoon-ssi, how many centimeters tall were you?”
Then Cha Haseong asked while sweeping down Yeo Dowoon’s limbs. Yeo Dowoon answered immediately. It was a tone showing subtle pride.
“Well over 180.”
Clear eyes scanned Yeo Dowoon up and down once more.
Yeo Dowoon unconsciously straightened his waist. It was to look even a little taller, and it was a reaction that popped out as if coded, perhaps because physique was directly connected to a male’s pride.
Cha Haseong asked as if puzzled.
“2?”
“…No. It should be at least 5.”
“You’re bigger than I thought.”
Perhaps because he caused so many incidents, Cha Haseong perceived Yeo Dowoon as more petite than his actual height. Maybe it was because he always pulled that waist and kissed him deeply.
The robust young man easily exceeding 185cm wore a regretful smile and muttered.
“I’ve heard a lot that I look taller than my height…”
“To look taller than 185, you’d have to be around Minoh-ssi’s level, wouldn’t you?”
Cha Haseong recalled Yoon Minoh’s superior height, who had looked like a telephone pole walking around when he first saw him from afar.
If he corrected his slightly slouched waist, he’d seem well over 190. It was a rare case that could only be found among physical-type Espers even among Espers.
Still, his build wasn’t brutishly massive so it wasn’t discordant with his youthful face, but that side was also equally immature like Yeo Dowoon, failing to exude an aura matching his physique.
“That bastard Yoon Minoh just has a beanpole height.”
Yeo Dowoon retorted aggressively. As Cha Haseong seemed to evaluate him higher than himself, a desire arose to appeal his thigh muscles and abs.
“Looking at the overall picture, I’m more manly. Combat experience is also much…”
“Right. Must be nice being macho.”
“…Did I look a bit pathetic?”
“A twenty-seven-year-old making a fuss about beating a twenty-year-old, well. I guess so.”
Cha Haseong, who answered nonchalantly, straightened his shower gown and stood up. Every single word stabbed into his chest without exception. He who stuck a dagger with a fresh voice muttered loud enough to be heard.
“Must be nice being more manly than a twenty-year-old.”
It was heavy sarcasm that couldn’t be endured without hearing it.
“I’m jealous, so jealous…”
