“Take your time coming, Hongdan! I’ll go ahead and prepare lunch!”
Having let the given 10 seconds flow by just like that, Seonha wiped his nose bridge as soon as Hongdan opened his eyes as if he’d been waiting. Then, before Hongdan’s mind could catch up with the situation, he burst into laughter like the brilliance of a summer lake and ran away.
Huh…
Tap tap tap. Thump thump thump.
Whether what was beating against his ears was the sound of that guy’s running or his own heartbeat.
Tap tap tap. Thump thump thump-thump thump thump thump.
Only after the latter’s rhythm overtook the former did Hongdan greatly distort his face.
“Hey! You said you wouldn’t do this kind of thing!”
But Seonha was already long gone. Even from that distance, his bulging cheekbones were clearly visible.
“I didn’t, not while your eyes were closed! I didn’t lie!”
That boyish face brought back old memories he’d been turning away from.
‘It’s pretty.’
‘What, the dimple?’
‘Yeah. It’s pretty. It suits you well.’
‘Then you do it.’
‘This?’
‘Yeah. But this can’t be taken off, so I guess I’ll have to take you entirely.’
‘What kind of gross… Ah! That hurts!’
‘It’s expensive, so you’ll get in trouble if you lose it.’
Hongdan rubbed his nose hard as if warmth still remained. But the more he did, the hotter it only became due to friction heat. He couldn’t take a step until everything that had heated up cooled down. There was probably also the fault of the pheromones clearly left behind deliberately along with a brief breath.
“That bastard… fuck.”
His head hurt. It really was a terrible migraine.
“Really annoying…”
As expected, he didn’t like sweet things.
***
Thwack, thwack, thwack!
Even a decent duster couldn’t hold a candle to Hongdan’s current kicking tantrum.
“Ah! I’m going crazy, really!”
It had already been over an hour since he lay in bed, and Hongdan was performing his precisely thirty-seventh flipping trick. Despite causing all that fuss, thanks to that shameless someone, the afternoon passed no differently than usual, so why wouldn’t his heart settle down this much? He felt endlessly wronged that only he who’d had his nose stolen couldn’t stay calm. Hongdan just tormented the innocent pillowcase by grinding it.
“Fox bastard. There’s no gumiho like that bastard. That slut bastard probably has ninety-nine tails.”
And all ninety-nine of those tails would each be fatal to him.
“Ahhh-!”
Now, denying that he himself was a sucker was tantamount to admitting his IQ was in the double digits.
Thwack-! Hongdan really stomped his feet hard enough to burst the comforter stuffing. It seemed fine if the bed frame just collapsed like this. While at it, it wouldn’t be bad to have his inner core over there go out too and say goodbye to the world. Then he wouldn’t need to care about Yeon Seonha or anything.
When Hongdan, caught in an endless cycle of thoughts, was about to show off his shapely legs once more.
Thud!
“…What was that.”
A dull impact sound hit his eardrums.
He thought maybe the bed had collapsed, but where Hongdan’s back touched wasn’t the floor. His right leg was still floating in the air too. In other words, his bed was still fine. Then this must be a sound from the opposite room. And in that room was none other than the gumiho…no, Yeon Seonha.
Hongdan slowly raised his upper body. It didn’t take much deliberation to set his feet on the floor either.
Normally he would have just yelled out asking what was going on, but right now Hongdan was in a very uncomfortable state of mind. Honestly, the petty thought that this came at just the right time took precedence. He needed a target to vent this frustrating feeling on.
There wasn’t a single hesitation in Hongdan’s steps toward Seonha’s room, or in the gesture of opening the door.
Fling-
“Hey, what…”
…What is that.
An igloo…?
“Huk!”
“…What’s with that state.”
What he saw as soon as he opened the door was a large hut made by rolling up the blanket. Seonha was tucked inside it, just shaking his head back and forth. But just looking at the eyes that had grown round under the moonlight, it wasn’t difficult to guess what the situation was.
Anyway, his build is as big as a house but his brain size is rather dainty. Does he think I won’t know if he does that?
Hongdan let out a smirk like a thug and kicked the hut.
“Take it out.”
“Wha, what! There’s nothing?”
“Bullshit. Who do you take for a fool?”
“…Unless it’s my heart.”
Even in this situation, Seonha threw flirtation like a habit. Now even that shamelessness wasn’t funny anymore. Hongdan countered that fervent courtship without a single facial muscle twitching.
“Stop making sounds like your belly button lint.”
“I don’t have that kind of thing!”
“You do, bastard. Have I seen your body once or twice?”
“…I know you’re trying to dig that up.”
Oh, smart?
It was a plan he’d tried to work out. Though it unfortunately failed, Hongdan, who had no intention of leaving Seonha’s room anyway, just plopped down as he was. Seonha must not have expected that either, as the hut wriggled once greatly. The microfiber blanket he’d changed to greet the winter that had approached happened to be pure white, so it also looked like a giant snowy mountain. It was truly unsightly.
“Really putting on a show.”
Before Hongdan could even register it, his tongue clicked against his front teeth first. At the cold reaction, Seonha became dejected and curled his body up even more.
“The room is cold…”
What is he hiding to be like that?
The thick eyebrows that had sunk with his fate looked quite pitiful so he was about to let it go, but since he was trying so desperately to hide it like that, he became more curious. Before he knew it, Hongdan’s fingers were firmly gripping the plush blanket edge.
“Why…”
When Hongdan just watched him silently without saying anything, Seonha stuck his face out slightly and muttered. But unfortunately, that became a kind of signal flare.
“Kyaa!”
Hongdan took advantage of the moment Seonha’s guard briefly loosened to flip up the blanket. Then he squirmed and shoved his body right into it. Seonha barely had time to push him away. As if possessed by the soul of a mole, he burrowed into his arms in an instant. Seonha urgently put what he’d been hiding all along inside his pajama top, but it was only a matter of time before the contents were discovered.
“Wait, wait! Ah, it tickles! It tickles, Hongdan-!”
Because the opponent was none other than Hongdan.
Even if he belatedly rolled his body to escape, Hongdan’s hand had already reached Seonha’s side. He was a person more familiar with Seonha’s body than Seonha himself.
Hongdan outright climbed on his back and tickled with all his might. He didn’t even register the fact that he was having skin-to-skin contact with Seonha.
“If only you’d obediently handed it over, wouldn’t that be better? You always make me use my body like this.”
Of course, Seonha was endlessly delighted that Hongdan seemed to have let down his guard with him. But there was just a problem he hadn’t thought of when he was only imagining it.
“Urk…”
His upper belly throbbed from trying to hold back laughter, but that wasn’t important right now. The lower belly that started tingling as soon as Hongdan’s hand touched him completely drained Seonha’s soul.
Right, the lower belly.
This damn lower body.
If it weren’t for the prone position, he surely would have been caught in the state of his junior struggling to regain its ego.
“Okay, okay!”
Seonha ultimately had no choice but to raise the white flag for both their sakes.
“I’ll show you. I just need to show you, right!”
At the scream-like declaration, the torture that wasn’t torture stopped. Hongdan, who had occupied the top of Seonha, waved a small, pale hand near his temple. It was silent pressure to hurry up and hand over the item. Even some pirate king from a cartoon couldn’t match the current Hongdan.
Before taking out what he’d been hiding preciously, Seonha glanced up at Hongdan. He was still occupying Seonha’s waist. Looking at his stubbornly clamped lips, it seemed he intended to hold out until he confirmed this.
If only it weren’t for his needlessly healthy junior, Seonha also wanted to have a trivial tussle with Hongdan all night. However, watching a forbidden fruit in a half-risen state was no small torture. He couldn’t die dried up in this half-basement two-room at not even thirty years old. Moreover, it was something he hadn’t even properly shown off yet since reuniting with Hongdan.
“It’s really nothing much…”
Seonha lifted his upper body to pull up his pajamas. Then Hongdan also naturally slid down riding his pelvis.
“…!”
It was an unexpected stimulus. Seonha shook his body with a shudder. Hongdan even patted his butt as if he thought he’d unintentionally pinched flesh, as an apology. In that moment, Seonha’s waist jerked up.
