After work, Eunha had lunch with Yeonjun. Afterward, they naturally spent the afternoon together. They stopped by the bank, went to the library, and with time to spare, even watched a recently released movie. Before they knew it, evening had arrived.
During dinner that naturally followed, Eunha had to endure a steady barrage of questions from Yeonjun. With sparkling eyes, he investigated Eunha for quite a while. Most of it was about basic information and preferences. Favorite foods and disliked foods, behaviors he disliked, hobbies, birthday, things about his friends…
From the questions that flowed seamlessly as if reading from a list, Eunha guessed. It seemed he’d had a lot of curiosity piled up. He was someone who always kept his lips sealed with a face that looked like he had so much to say. How had he held all of this in until now?
Feeling something stir inside, Eunha cheerfully answered each question thoroughly. And in doing so, he realized something anew. While they knew quite a bit about each other, the areas they still didn’t know well were far greater.
Naturally, questions went both ways. All he did was casually ask back, “What about you?” But at those short words, Yeonjun’s face looked exceptionally pleased. The change in expression wasn’t very large, but he could clearly feel his face brightening noticeably. Eunha thought again, out of habit. Does this guy… like me that much?
The interrogation-like time continued even in the car on the way home after dinner. Was it because there had been so many incidents since morning? Was it because the audio hadn’t had a moment’s gap since they reunited after being apart for just a few hours? It was a day that felt endlessly long, as if it couldn’t be any longer. Thanks to that, by the time they got on the officetel elevator, Eunha was half-exhausted and had to sigh wearily. He wanted to rest soon. It was just as he was about to step straight beyond the opening elevator.
Yeonjun firmly grabbed the wrist of Eunha, who was trying to exit the space. Eunha turned around at the slight pull and looked up at Yeonjun. When he asked with his eyes why, he moved his lips briefly and spoke.
“Hyung.”
“Yeah.”
“Can you sleep?”
Ah- Eunha made a short sound and wore a subtle expression. It was because the morning’s conversation suddenly came to mind. Whether he could sleep.
Of course, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t be able to fall asleep easily, and even if he did, it was obvious he’d be kicked out without even lasting three hours.
It was the same even if he was dead tired. Fatigue and deep sleep were completely separate realms for Eunha. His insomnia was that vicious.
So, well. Eunha narrowed his eyes.
“…What are you getting at?”
“I told you.”
“What.”
“That you could use me.”
His brow furrowed slightly at the expression that sounded inappropriate. What do you mean ‘use,’ use… He snorted apathetically and retorted.
“Don’t you just want to satisfy your own desires?”
“Of course not.”
What came back to his playful words was a gaze that seemed slightly reproachful. A look that seemed to scold him, as if to say, how could I do such a thing?
Then it quickly became gentle, as if checking whether he was okay. From that attentive observation, Eunha turned his gaze away for no reason. Looking beyond the elevator that still had its doors open, he replied curtly as if he had no choice.
“…Fine, just get off for now.”
You’re a nuisance. When he added that, there was a small laughing sound from behind.
And so he ended up bringing him home. Since it was already quite late, they immediately prepared for bed. Eunha said he’d wash up first and entered the bathroom. With the faucet running, he fell into thought. Only one thought occupied his mind.
Is this right… Is this okay?
The reason for his concern was obvious. Well, they’d just agreed to date this morning, and it still didn’t quite feel real. So he wasn’t sure if it was right to sleep together from the very first day in such a state.
He also felt a bit uncomfortable with himself for readily bringing him home to use for deep sleep.
But if he were to speak the truth that took priority over that.
“……”
Honestly, it was a proposal he had no reason to refuse. Setting everything else aside, it was true that he desperately wanted to sleep comfortably.
Eunha’s usual stance was to utilize anything without discriminating means or methods if it meant getting deep sleep. If he could just sleep properly, he was confident he’d consider any method. Even if it meant handling his own body carelessly.
After washing up, Eunha sat on the sofa with his knees drawn up and quietly listened to the sound of Yeonjun washing. He’d given him spare clothes meant for guests. How long had he been spacing out? He heard the click of the door opening. Eunha consciously didn’t look that way. Because all of this felt awkward and unfamiliar. It had been that way since this morning. Though he didn’t show it.
That’s when it happened. Yeonjun suddenly entered his field of vision. What made Eunha momentarily dumbfounded was that he squeezed between Eunha’s legs and sat down as if it were his place. Sitting at a slightly diagonal angle, he wriggled his lips and looked up at him.
“…What are you doing?”
At the dry tone, Yeonjun leaned his head slightly against his knee. Since Eunha was wearing indoor shorts, he could feel the completely wet hair of the person who’d just washed up against his bare skin.
“You’re damp.”
“I know.”
“What?”
“Dry it for me.”
What? A hollow breath escaped at the sudden request. Instead of answering, Yeonjun only turned his gaze to the spot next to Eunha. In the spot he looked at was the hair dryer he’d used a little while ago.
What… does he really want me to dry his hair? His lips parted in disbelief, and Yeonjun leaned his cheek against his knee. Rubbing slightly, he murmured.
“I’ve wanted to try something like this…”
The sight of him doing that with his ears all red was quite adorable. Really now… Clicking his tongue, Eunha looked down at the head and shook his own head from side to side. He picked up the hair dryer as if asking what else could he do. It was his first experience drying someone else’s hair. It was around the time he was being careful, trying to do well. How long had he been drying it, carefully touching the damp hair?
“…Hyung?”
“Yeah.”
“I think my crown is burning.”
“-Ah.”
Embarrassment spread at the voice that suddenly came. How could he say such a thing so calmly? Eunha immediately moved the hair dryer farther away and furrowed his brow. He hadn’t known it would be hot.
“Sorry. It’s my first time drying someone else’s hair.”
Yeonjun hesitated for some reason, then soon nodded without saying much. He opened his mouth when the hair dryer had just been put down on the sofa, seemingly somewhat dry.
“…Your first time?”
“Hm? Ah, yeah.”
“……”
“What. Why. Why are you looking at me like that again?”
Sure enough, the eyes that suddenly looked up at him right after his answer held a hazy atmosphere. Those dreamy eyes as if fallen into clouds.
“…Because I like it.”
“……”
“That I’m your first.”
It was words that were translated to mean, that there exists something where I can be your first. Slowly understanding the meaning of those words, Eunha made an unimpressed expression and then just stood up from his seat.
He was about to leave silently when he suddenly remembered something and stopped abruptly.
Fidgeting meaninglessly with his forearm, he spoke quietly.
“Let me make this clear, Yeonjun.”
“Yes.”
“It’s not using.”
“……”
“…We’re in that kind of relationship.”
Yeonjun was silent for a while. He just quietly blinked and looked at Eunha. And then, slowly his pupils began to sparkle.
When that guy acts like that, I don’t know why I want to pretend not to notice. He deliberately turned his head sharply as if withdrawing his attention. This time it was really time to leave. He was walking leisurely toward the bedroom when a presence suddenly approached. In an instant, his waist was caught and his back was completely enveloped in a warm embrace.
“Yes, hyung.”
“……”
“I like you.”
I like you. The lips attached to his ear murmured ticklishly. Goosebumps rose at the faint breath, and his shoulders trembled with a shudder. Hunching his shoulders, Eunha wiggled his toes. He thought hesitantly.
It’s a strange feeling.
Strange and…….
