If you add a dot to “nim” (님), it becomes “nam” (남, other). If you remove a dot from “yeomisae” (여미새, female bird), it becomes “eomisae” (어미새, mother bird). Jion forgot the past when he used to curse at Seonwoo Jin by calling him a “yeomisae,” and now embraced Seonwoo Jin with a mother bird’s heart. How could he not adore someone so handsome, obedient, well-behaved, and hardworking?
Jion scratched the head of Seonwoo Jin, who was a span taller than himself, going bok-bok-bok, showering him with praise that he was pretty and wonderful just for breathing.
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Did Seong Jion give birth to Seonwoo Jin
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Even my mom doesn’t look at me like that;
Now that Eungi had gotten used to the two of them and stopped filtering things out through editing, these scenes were exposed to the fans as they were, and gradually their relationship solidified in that direction. A relationship where it became so natural for each of them to like the other. And that kind of relationship kept catching fire in strange places.
“Eungi should wear shorts.”
Jinyeong, who was in charge of coordinating for this single, distributed outfits to each member. They were pretty cute outfits that matched the refreshing concept.
However, at twenty-two years old, the members were at the peak of suffering from sophomore syndrome and “man disease,” so they didn’t like Jinyeong’s vicious picks. Especially when Eungi saw the shorts that came up slightly above the knees and the ribbon tie, his expression twisted, and Jion gently coaxed him from the side.
“Once you pass twenty-five, you’ll want to wear it but you can’t because it’ll be gross. Wear it now while you can.”
Though the direction of the coaxing was a bit subtle, if you listened, it made sense. Eungi also found Jion’s words plausible and had no choice but to agree. The white socks that covered his ankles lengthily were full of calculated intent, but they were at a forgivable level under the name of being the youngest.
“Now, Geon hyung, try this on.”
And then Jinyeong pulled out Ryu Geon’s outfit, but surprisingly, his coordination was plainer compared to Eungi’s. The modest man who had been worried he might be stripped was relieved to see the not-too-wide long pants and white school shirt. However, seeing Ryu Geon’s outfit, Jion realized just how creepily well Jinyeong understood women’s demands.
“Is it too tight?”
“It’s supposed to fit snugly.”
The shirt clung to his chest when he moved, revealing his body line, and the pants were blatantly cut to show his ankles and ankle bones. It was obvious what he was aiming for. And Jinyeong showed his own outfit and Seonwoo Jin’s outfit in order. Fundamentally, compared to the previous two, Jinyeong and Seonwoo Jin had slender body types, so their clothes didn’t have such blatant details.
Just the right size. But Jinyeong had slightly cut the waist area so that with each big movement, his lower abdomen and sides would flash coolly before disappearing. No wonder he kept dancing alone in front of the mirror before choosing the clothes. Jion clicked his tongue at Jinyeong’s viciousness.
But Jinyeong’s real piece started now.
“My outfit is just plain?”
“The ultimate tuning is stock.”
Untouched pristine beauty. An innocent image with not even a single dating scandal yet. A perfect visual with the cleanness of an unopened AA-grade product that seemed new despite being used because there were no activities left in the public’s memory. For someone like Seonwoo Jin, accessories were unnecessary.
Jinyeong understood the public’s tastes and fans’ preferences even better than the regressed Jion. He subtly penetrated that boundary between normalcy and overheating, proudly showing off Seonwoo Jin in clean clothing.
“If all five of us try too hard, it’ll be too obvious we’re aiming for something.”
But Jinyeong wasn’t someone who only went with the standard approach. He was serious about fashion enough to frequently raid Eungi’s wardrobe. Jinyeong boldly ripped off Seonwoo Jin’s sleeves, coolly exposing his arms and armpits.
“Someone has to strip.”
At Jinyeong’s calculated coordination showing off detailed perversion, Jion became scared of what clothes he would end up wearing.
“Here. This is yours.”
“……It’s shorts.”
And Jion’s anxious hunch was right on target. He thought only the youngest would get shorts, but Jinyeong gave shorts to Jion too. And ones with a wider leg opening and shorter length than Eungi’s.
“Your calves are pretty, so you need to show them a lot.”
“I don’t think it’s just my calves that’ll show.”
“You’re the shortest. You need to wear short pants to make your proportions look good.”
Jinyeong shrugged his shoulders saying that was all it was, but seeing how he subtly avoided eye contact, his aim was obvious. After changing and coming out, Jion sighed and tried to accept Jinyeong’s calculated intent, but strong resistance erupted from an unexpected place.
“Hey. If you sit down wearing this, your entire thighs will show. Why is the leg opening so wide? Your underwear will show too.”
It was none other than BNCZ’s morality patrol, Seonwoo Jin. Before regression, Seonwoo Jin had combined Hollywood’s cool dating culture with the gloominess of Japanese entertainment industry style, but through Jion’s severe brainwashing education, he had been reborn as this era’s Confucian man, the manifestation of Cheonghakdong. He strongly objected to Jinyeong’s calculated shorts and grabbed Jion’s thigh firmly.
“Why are you showing all of the kid’s flesh? Put long ones on Jion.”
“Really now. A guy showing a bit of thigh, does it wear out? Does it?”
Hit right on the mark, Jinyeong raised his voice in resistance, but with that intense reaction, Jion was convinced that Jinyeong had tried to weaponize the inner flesh of his thighs. Wide-legged shorts and a beret—the line between icing on the cake and excess is razor-thin. The aim was too clear, so they needed to tone it down a bit. Jion picked up the beret and placed it on Eungi’s head.
“Let’s let the youngest do cute things like this.”
“Change the pants too. The leg opening is too wide, I’m telling you. No, it shows everything, really.”
Saying that, Seonwoo Jin thrust his hand right into Jion’s wide-legged shorts. As Seonwoo Jin’s large hand dug into the pants, the wide hem was dragged up, fully exposing even the inner flesh of Jion’s thighs. Seeing this, Jinyeong covered his eyes and screamed.
“Aah! Terror!”
You put this on him aiming for this.
Jion glared at Jinyeong feeling wronged. However, Seonwoo Jin didn’t care about such things and kneaded Jion’s thigh flesh with the hand he’d put in the pants, snapping at Jinyeong.
“Either make him wear pants that cover his knees or make the leg opening narrower. You can see everything inside.”
“Really now. It’s not even your thighs showing, so why are you policing so hard?”
In the end, with Seonwoo Jin’s strong insistence, Jion’s outfit was changed to white shorts with a length that came to mid-knee. Instead, he had to concede the socks that came up above the ankles, round-toed shoes, and sailor collar, but it was still better than shorts where the inner flesh would be fully visible if the camera caught him from below.
Even after returning to the room after deciding on the outfits, Seonwoo Jin grumbled for a long time. Hugging Jion from behind and waddling all the way to the bed, Seonwoo Jin threw Jion into the corner of the bed and spoke with a stern expression as if scolding him.
“Don’t get too friendly with Jinyeong.”
“Why?”
“He’s a total pervert. What kind of clothes did he pick for you?”
But it was questionable whether that was something to say while repeatedly placing his hands on Jion’s bare skin. Jion laughed and grabbed Seonwoo Jin’s wrist.
“Then where are your hands right now?”
“Me? Well.”
Seonwoo Jin glanced at the position of his hand as if puzzled, then shrugged his shoulders. For acting like it was no big deal, Seonwoo Jin’s hand was touching a strange place. The hand that had earlier dug into the shorts and kneaded Jion’s inner thigh flesh like rice cake had now entered his top and was kneading his lower abdomen.
“What does it matter between us?”
“Is it fun kneading my belly fat?”
“It feels good.”
Seonwoo Jin diligently gathered up the belly fat that barely existed and smiled while playing with the flesh in his hand. Seonwoo Jin, with severe attachment deficiency, treated Jion like his attachment doll—no, attachment slime—and was at the point where he’d have withdrawal symptoms if he wasn’t kneading his flesh at all times.
Jion, who had honestly been flustered at first wondering if this was sexual harassment, had now gotten used to it. There’s even a novel about wanting to eat someone’s pancreas, so what’s the big deal about kneading some belly fat when it’s not like he’s touching internal organs?
Jion didn’t even care and rolled over to play with his phone. And Seonwoo Jin, stuck close behind him, wrapped one arm around Jion’s waist to keep him fixed while his free hand continued to grope Jion. However, the hand that had been staying on his lower abdomen strangely kept moving upward, trying to touch places where there was no flesh.
“What. Stop touching.”
Though it didn’t carry sexual meaning, when the warm male hand kneaded his bare skin roughly, Jion felt strangely uncomfortable and turned his head to push Seonwoo Jin’s face away. But instead of being pushed away by Jion’s hand, Seonwoo Jin giggled and whispered into his ear.
“Should we go together?”
……Go where? How?
The first verse recited in a refreshing and clear voice suddenly started to sound strange. Jion’s face turned red. Only then did Jion realize that they were stuck together too closely, and the picture was a bit strange.
The hand kneading his lower abdomen. The opposite arm wrapped around his waist. And the knee wedged between Jion’s thighs. Even the knee—if it came in just a bit deeper, it seemed like it would touch an embarrassing place. No matter how close they were, groping here was crossing the line?
Ah, this is a bit… not right?
