“But the next day you disappeared right away. You deleted your blog, didn’t come to any events at all. So I… I thought you avoided me because I’m a beta.”
At Wonha frowning with a bitter expression, Sangho opened his mouth wide and moved it. No way. The stalker Lee Sangho slept with Wonha? And after achieving his goal, he went silent without a word. That’s absolutely impossible.
“Th-that can’t be. Sangho really liked you?”
“What… are you saying?”
“No, no. S-so. For now, I’m a beta now. And saying you hated Wonha because you’re a beta, that’s absolutely not true, you’re a really good person…”
“Hyung. What did you just say? You liked me too?”
“S-so, at that time I did—”
“What about now?”
Before he knew it, Wonha had come right up close in front of him. His light-colored eyes were fixed on him, staring intently at him. As his long eyelashes on his transparent skin trembled slightly, shadows rippled on Wonha’s face under the lighting. Below his sharp and beautifully extended nose bridge, thick and plump lips intermittently moved. Anyone, if he pleaded with a face like that, wouldn’t be able to refuse.
“…”
Sangho couldn’t answer and stared blankly at Wonha’s face. What about now?
“I still like you now, hyung. Even if you’ve forgotten everything.”
“…!”
“You said you’re not dating Han Kyungoh. Am I… not okay?”
“Y-you are… You are…”
No. Those words just wouldn’t come out. Whether before or after the possession, his life had always been like a damp semi-basement. To him who had been starved for human warmth, Wonha was like sunshine. That’s why he was truly sad when Wonha got angry and left. He wanted to clear up the misunderstanding somehow.
‘But Nam Dohyun appeared.’
Fear struck him. The story that had been gradually going awry now seemed to have become a complete mess. In that webtoon, ‘Sangho’ was just an extra, but to think he had such a deep relationship with Wonha. Moreover, he hadn’t even gotten entangled with Han Kyungoh, the core protagonist. If the story has completely changed, why did Nam Dohyun appear to me? His head was confused, tangled with all kinds of thoughts.
“You are… You have to… meet Han Kyungoh.”
“That again? I’m not interested in Han Kyungoh. What I like is hyung.”
“That’s, that’s…”
“Don’t think about other things. Hm? Please… You just need to think about you and me.”
Slowly, Wonha’s hand touched his cheek. When he felt the warm body temperature, his head, which had been jumbled with all kinds of thoughts, seemed to turn white. His heart had been pounding as if it would burst since earlier. Though he thought this wasn’t right, he didn’t want to pull away from the warmth touching him. At the strange impulse, Sangho steeled his heart again.
‘Get a grip. What Wonha liked was “Sangho.”‘
After moving his lips for a moment, Sangho barely continued speaking.
“…I… can’t.”
“You know what? Hyung, you really can’t lie.”
Though it was a rejection he had worked hard to get out, Wonha spoke while examining Sangho’s reactions one by one. Then he slowly approached with his lips and gave a fresh kiss. When the soft and warm lips touched and separated, Sangho turned red up to his nape and didn’t know what to do.
“If hyung hated it, you would have avoided it just now too. Do you think I’m a fool? With what kind of eyes hyung is looking at me.”
Wonha, with a slight blush, pressed Sangho’s nose with his own nose tip with a mischievous expression.
‘Am I crazy? It felt… good.’
He felt like he had been stripped naked. Sangho, who had closed his eyes tightly, just hugged Wonha in front of him tightly, wanting to hide somewhere. Then he heard the sound of Wonha laughing pleasantly.
Sangho, who plopped into the warm embrace, grumbled and complained.
“I, I don’t know. You, you don’t know anything.”
“Haha. Yeah. If hyung doesn’t tell me, I won’t know.”
“I, I can’t date you.”
“Yeah. You don’t have to tell me right now. I’m happy just meeting like this.”
He felt Wonha nuzzling at the top of his head. The arm wrapped around his waist moved smoothly and fingers entered between his clothes. When Wonha’s warm hand touching his bare skin rubbed and came up his lower back, Sangho opened his eyes wide and quickly grabbed Wonha’s wrist. It was a strangely lewd touch.
“So, you’re going to leave Han Kyungoh’s house, right?”
“Huh?”
“You said you’re not even dating. Is there a reason to stay there?”
“The, the rehabilitation exercises…”
“I don’t like hyung being there. If you’re going to help with exercises, you can do it after leaving, right?”
Wonha with a sulky expression pinched his waist weakly. When a hik sound burst out, Wonha came closer with an even more blushing face.
“Hm? Can’t you stay at my place?”
“N-no way, I said!”
In the end, Sangho squeezed his eyes shut and pushed Wonha away. At the sudden reaction, Wonha made a flustered expression. He had thought the atmosphere was quite good until just now, but once again Sangho was pushing him away for incomprehensible reasons.
At that moment, through Sangho’s stretched t-shirt, a reddened swollen nipple brushed past Wonha’s gaze.
“Hyung. What’s this?”
“L-let go of this.”
Wonha, who grabbed the wrist of Sangho trying to push him away again, instantly rolled up the t-shirt to the chest. Confirming the red bite marks on the white, thin chest, Wonha’s expression colored with shock.
“…Did Han Kyungoh do this?”
When Sangho’s pupils shook, Wonha’s brow contorted.
“Tell me properly. That bastard touched you by force, right?”
“N-no. That’s not—”
“Did Han Kyungoh threaten you? Like spraying pheromones without permission. Hyung, you suddenly went into heat last time too—”
“No! I’m not an omega or anything like that!”
Feeling like his shame had been discovered, Sangho shouted. The ‘Sangho’ that Wonha knew was probably an omega, so it made sense he would have that misunderstanding. But he wasn’t an omega.
‘But why did I cling to Han Kyungoh?’
Somehow goosebumps rose and it felt like he was getting dizzy. He hadn’t been attracted to Han Kyungoh all this time. Rather, the one he wanted to spend time with was Wonha.
When his thoughts reached that point, Sangho felt an unknown fear invading him. With the suffocating feeling squeezing his heart, Sangho clutched his chest and collapsed to the floor.
“Haak. Huk. Not omega. Not. Absolutely, n-not.”
“Hyung?”
“Not. Not. I said no!”
“Hyung! Breathe, breathe!”
At Sangho’s appearance suddenly trembling as if having a seizure, Wonha’s face turned deathly pale. Wonha, who had become urgent, quickly knelt down and met his eyes.
“Hyung! C-calm down. I was wrong. I, I won’t ask. Okay?”
“Huk… Hngh…”
“Slowly. Breathe… Okay?”
Wonha, who calmly pulled Sangho into his embrace, carefully stroked the back of Sangho, who was trembling like a frightened beast. At the gentle and warm body temperature, Sangho panted and buried his face in Wonha’s chest. As the faint body wash scent that always wafted gently lingered at his nose, he seemed to gradually stabilize.
“Hyung. That game we played last time was fun, right?”
“…”
“The udon place. They said the cold udon menu will come out soon. We promised to go there.”
“…”
“Remember that jjamppong place? They released a new menu item called white jjamppong. They say it’s less spicy but tastier, so I really want to go.”
“…”
The softly whispering voice lingered in Sangho’s ears. It was almost cruel how Wonha picked out only the stories of when they met.
Squeeze.
So Sangho unknowingly grabbed Wonha’s collar. At that touch, Wonha’s breath paused.
“Hyung. I won’t ask anything.”
He heard Wonha’s desperate voice. When he slightly raised his head, he saw Wonha’s light eyes that seemed about to cry any moment.
“Don’t push me away.”
Drip. Eventually, tears fell from those light eyes. Is he crying because of me? This kind and dazzling man, because of someone like me. Somehow Sangho felt like making excuses.
“D-don’t cry. I’m not pushing you away. It’s just… I’m confused. I, I want to get along well with you. But I can’t date you…”
“Hyung. Do you hate me touching you?”
“That’s…”
“Tell me honestly.”
“…I, I don’t hate it.”
Eventually he lowered his head, avoiding Wonha’s gaze. He didn’t think he could treat Wonha coldly when he showed such a weak appearance.
“Hyung.”
Carefully, Wonha’s hand came down to his nape. Sliding his fingers down a bit more to the collarbone, Wonha whispered.
“…This. Can I erase it?”
He couldn’t answer and just moved his lips. I should say no. He hesitated for a long time, thinking he didn’t want to push away the warm and cozy man in front of him.
As he hesitated like that, a sweet sound rang again.
“Hyung really can’t lie.”
The kiss with Wonha continued long and tenderly.
Lips moistly wet with tears gently touched. He felt the soft and pliant lips trembling slightly with tension. It was a careful approach, wondering if Sangho might reject him, if he might be surprised. Yet the hot surging heat intermittently leaked out between the slightly parted lips.
