Gyeom had no idea that Ryun was onto him — he probably believed he was fooling Ryun without a hitch. But Ryun was looking down at him from above, laughing to himself.
When Gyeom asked why he was staring, Ryun just said it’s nothing and looked away with his usual, slightly awkward smile.
As he did, he snuck a glance at Gyeom’s face — and caught him frowning at being looked away from, before he hastily schooled his expression back into its cold, blank mask just before Ryun could turn back.
Ryun laughed quietly to himself watching him.
What was the real face hiding behind that frosty exterior? He remembered the sound of Gyeom’s voice last night — breathless, feverish, pouring out words of longing — but he hadn’t been able to see him. He had no idea what expression that cold face had worn while doing all of that to his sleeping self.
Ryun’s mind turned over the question of how to draw out the real face hiding beneath that chilly front — and then his eyes lit up with an idea.
His lips curled into a sly little smile. Ryun reached out as though to grab the cereal box — and let out a moan.
“Hmm—!”
The sudden, unmistakably lewd sound slipping from Ryun’s lips made Gyeom freeze completely.
Without even glancing at Gyeom, Ryun’s face slowly flushed — and then he moved again, only to flinch and moan a second time.
“Hh—! …Hmm…”
Ryun trembled slightly, and Gyeom stared at him, swallowing hard before asking carefully:
“…What’s wrong?”
His voice had dropped low.
It was a similar tone to his usual one — but having heard Gyeom’s voice the night before, pouring out tender confessions in the dark, Ryun could tell it wasn’t the same at all.
He caught the heat underneath it, and felt a surge of amusement on the inside — while outwardly, he kept his expression unbothered and brushed it off as nothing.
Under normal circumstances, Gyeom would have taken that answer at face value and pulled back to seem indifferent. But the sounds Ryun was making seemed to get under his skin — he kept asking.
When Ryun’s face flushed and he leaned in closer, Gyeom went tense at the approach and swallowed again.
Ryun drew near and whispered softly.
“Hey… you won’t laugh if I say something weird?”
Gyeom gave a small nod. Ryun took the hem of his pajama top in both hands and lifted it — revealing his chest.
“Pfft—!”
Gyeom had been drinking water to ease the dryness building in his throat from the low tension — and the sight of Ryun suddenly baring his chest made him choke and spit it all over Ryun’s chest.
“Ah! That’s cold—!”
“S-sorry.”
Flustered, Gyeom quickly pulled out a tissue and dabbed at Ryun’s stomach and chest, now glistening with water.
Then his fingers brushed against one of Ryun’s swollen, red nipples — and Ryun let out a moan.
“Ha—!”
Gyeom’s hand went still.
The flustered look in his eyes drained away, replaced by a strange, smoldering heat.
The tissue in Gyeom’s hand moved with deliberate persistence, grazing over Ryun’s nipple again and again.
“Hmm, hyung… why do you keep touching… just that spot?”
“…There’s a lot of water here.”
Gyeom’s voice had dropped so low it nearly broke.
Ryun played innocent — oh, I see, makes sense — and Gyeom swallowed hard.
The eyes Gyeom had fixed on Ryun were going hazy, clearly wrestling with the thought: should I just devour him right now?
Gyeom wiped slowly at Ryun’s stomach and chest with unmistakable intent before asking:
“Why did you show me?”
Ryun, who had been enjoying the small, deliberate stimulation while breathing in shallow little pants, made a troubled face and said:
“Hyung, something’s wrong with my body.”
Ryun straightened up slightly and brought his chest close to Gyeom’s face.
“Look, my chest. I woke up and it was swollen like this.”
“……I see…”
Gyeom’s rough exhale landed against Ryun’s chest and spread out, breaking apart softly.
It was a shame he couldn’t see Gyeom’s face from this angle — his chest was pressed too close. But Ryun was certain his eyes were burning with even more desire than before.
Ryun stifled his laughter, keeping his voice carefully shaped into genuine puzzlement.
“Am I sick?”
Ryun trembled as though frightened. Gyeom muttered something low under his breath, then placed his palm against the small of Ryun’s back and pulled him in.
“Might need to check.”
“Mm…”
Playing the role of the innocent younger brother, Ryun said please — and Gyeom moved his hands and began to touch him.
“Hmm…”
Starting at Ryun’s stomach — where Ryun let out a small, ticklish laugh — Gyeom’s hand slowly made its way upward.
His hand lingered, pressing in, and Ryun’s breath began to grow warm with it.
“Hmm…”
Gyeom’s palm didn’t stop. It had already climbed all the way to his chest. His fingers lightly grazed across it — and then pressed firmly down on the swollen, darkened nipple. Ryun’s whole body shuddered.
“Ha—!”
Gyeom’s fingers had no intention of leaving.
Before Ryun noticed, Gyeom had both hands gripping Ryun’s body, and one thumb had found its way to the other nipple as well — pressing down with steady insistence.
Both thumbs worked in tandem — pressing hard, rubbing, and then pressing in sharply with the edge of a nail, just stinging enough.
Under Gyeom’s relentless attention to his nipples, Ryun’s composure began to crumble.
“Hmm. Ngh—! Hyung, I’m — ngh—! Something’s wrong… hh. It hurts… stop—!”
His strength giving out, Ryun ended up half-sitting, half-collapsed in Gyeom’s lap, breathing in rough, ragged pulls.
Gyeom’s eyes, glazed over with heat, dragged slowly over Ryun’s flushed face.
“Hmm… hyung, something’s… wrong. My body… hmm… something’s wrong…”
“……”
“When you touch here — here — it hurts, but something tickles inside my stomach…”
Ryun raised his own hands and ran them over Gyeom’s hands, which were still cupping his chest, and whimpered. Gyeom stared at him unblinkingly — and Ryun let his voice break just slightly.
“Am I sick? I’m scared…”
Ryun’s face — creased with confusion and fear. Gyeom pulled him into his arms, buried his face against Ryun’s chest, and rubbed his back in slow, gentle strokes as he murmured:
Gyeom’s breath scattered in a soft, tickling warmth against Ryun’s stomach as he spoke.
“You’re not sick. It’s normal when you’re growing.”
“Really? But I’m an adult already… haven’t I finished growing? …Did it happen to hyung too?”
At Ryun’s innocent question, Gyeom faltered — then gave a stiff nod. Ryun, who had been holding Gyeom’s head against him, quietly laughed to himself.
When Ryun finally settled and pulled away from Gyeom’s hold, Gyeom’s face flickered with something reluctant at the sudden emptiness — before he smoothed his expression back into place.
“Thanks, hyung. …But what should I do? My nipples hurt so much every time my clothes brush against them.”
Ryun asked with a worried expression what would happen if something pressed against them again and that strange ticklish feeling inside his stomach came back — and Gyeom shot to his feet, all the earlier gentleness gone as though it had never existed, and snapped with an air of cold dismissal:
“I don’t know! Just slap a bandage on it or something!”
He turned on his heel and walked off — and the tips of his ears and the back of his neck were burning red.
Left alone in the dining room after Gyeom stormed out, Ryun pressed his lips together and shook with suppressed laughter.
Ah, this is so fun!
He giggled to himself, thinking that he never knew Gyeom could be this entertaining.
