Dohyeong tightly closed his eyes and opened them while gripping his waistband.
However, the rough feeling of the fabric was too strong and didn’t satisfy him. Barely enduring the heat that seemed to melt his palms, he writhed his waist.
“Hyung’s hands are really firm and warm.”
And he recalled Haesung. Remembering that touch that enveloped him, he reached his hand to the heat in the gap.
Shallow breaths burst out. He couldn’t tell if the heat making him burn up now started from his fingertips or if it was the tension starting from beneath his feet.
[Kim Dohyeong is like a soft peach. Makes me want to press on it one more time.]
“…What is that?”
[Just what I said.]
A faint laugh burst out.
Like a soft peach. Just thinking about it, it’s as if the scent brushes past the tip of his nose.
Is he imagining a firm yet soft sensation while talking on the phone with him now?
Thinking that, his whole body shivered.
In the end, Dohyeong couldn’t hide the ragged breath continuing at the end of his words.
The touch sliding inside his clothes was stifling.
Haesung wouldn’t touch like this. If he were here, he would have reached out more urgently.
Thinking that, his body moves on its own. Like a snake shedding its skin, Dohyeong took off his clothes and focused his mind on the stimulation at his fingertips.
“Hyung….”
A sound scratching his throat burst out. Before he knew it, the phone was placed carefully on the bed, and Dohyeong curled his toes, not knowing what to do.
He chewed on his lips. If he didn’t, it felt like he would vividly reveal the heat inside him helplessly.
Every time he writhed his body, the blanket rustled and incited his impulse.
He tried putting strength throughout his body, feeling embarrassed by the whispering-like sound.
[Kim Dohyeong.]
He crumbled at his desperate call that burst out.
[…Dohyeong-ah.]
At Haesung’s voice transmitted quietly, he threw off even the last cocoon that was wrapping him.
The sensation of cold air settling down was unfamiliar.
It felt like someone was watching, making him scared.
Nevertheless, it felt like Haesung was calling him from his side, making his head spin round and round.
“Hyung, Haesung… hyung.”
There were words bursting to the tip of his throat, but he tried hard to hold them back.
It felt like someone was playing his body like a piano.
No, should he say it felt like he became a large cello?
With each passing sensation, tones of different pitches burst out long.
“I miss you.”
In the end, the words that burst out after he couldn’t hold back urged Dohyeong.
Haesung, who must be listening from beyond the phone, would be the same.
It felt like being trapped in heat that would melt his whole body.
It was like lying in an inescapable desert, slowly sinking down below the ground.
The hot sand brushing everywhere gradually strangled Dohyeong’s neck.
“I miss you, hyung. Hyung… Haesung, hyung.”
Even though he didn’t run, he kept getting out of breath.
Dohyeong squeezed his eyes tightly shut. And when he slowly lifted them open.
[Me too. I miss you.]
The illusion of him created by Haesung’s voice appears before his eyes.
Reaching out his hand, stroking his hair, adding warmth to his skin.
Adding heat to the boiling hot sand, making it impossible to move.
It felt like riding a rollercoaster, and intermittently, it felt like tears would burst out.
Even though Haesung wasn’t there, it felt like he was, and while he seemed close, he was too far away.
Dohyeong, who was engraving and engraving his name in his mouth, straightened out his tightly curled toes stiffly.
“…Hold me, hyung. Hold me.”
Along with the following words, a murky breath was heard from beyond the phone.
[Kim Dohyeong, you really….]
At the voice aching desperately, Dohyeong smiled slightly.
And he brought his mouth close to the phone.
“…Just endure a little more.”
Haa. Haesung’s long sigh that burst out felt like it was heard right next to him.
This time, the whisper of the blanket continued from beneath his body.
However, this time, he didn’t refuse their urging.
A midday like a tropical night. Dohyeong decided to accept the heat attacking his whole body without refusing it.
***
He couldn’t gauge when the heated phone call with Haesung had ended.
He barely got up, tidied his place, changed into pajamas, and seemed to have fallen asleep. When he came to his senses, he was inside the van Wootae was driving.
“Hyung… this is—”
“You’re awake?”
“What, what’s this situation?”
Dohyeong’s voice was completely dry. It was enough to gauge how hard it had been.
Wootae glanced at Dohyeong through the rearview mirror, then shrugged his shoulders.
“Rest for now. I’ll tell you when we arrive.”
He wanted to ask more about what situation this was.
But his body didn’t even allow that.
He just quietly buried his body in the seat and leaned his head against the cold window.
How long had they been driving? The call of Wootae reached the ears of Dohyeong, who had his eyes closed.
“Hey, Dohyeong-ah.”
His eyes flinched. Even knowing he should get up, it didn’t go as his heart wished.
“Wake up.”
At the following call, when he barely opened his eyes.
“…This place.”
What he saw in front of him was the view of an unfamiliar parking lot.
Dohyeong, who raised his upper body and looked around, looked at Wootae.
“Jung Haesung asked me to bring you.”
“Hyung did?”
For a moment, Dohyeong’s eyes widened.
Contemplation wasn’t necessary. Thinking was also a luxury.
Dohyeong tightly grabbed the blanket draped over his body.
“No. I don’t want to go. If another article comes out….”
“He says it’s safe here.”
“…What does that mean?”
“There are security personnel monitoring 24 hours. People who can’t get confirmation from reception can’t even enter. It’s set up so the outside can’t see inside either. Well, anyway, he says it’s a safe place, so don’t worry.”
Hearing that, he felt a little relieved, but then worry rushed in about whether he should really move.
“Jung Haesung got it to see you. He seems really anxious, so let’s go up quickly. Hyung will go with you.”
There was no need to hesitate more.
Dohyeong nodded, and Wootae got out of the driver’s seat and opened the car door.
Supporting him as he staggered, they went up to the reception, and the staff made a confirmation call to Haesung.
What was interesting was that they didn’t call his name.
Without mentioning Dohyeong or Wootae’s names either, it was interesting that they referred to them collectively as “guest.”
“He’ll be down soon. The guardian can go back.”
“Ah… Can’t I go up?”
“No. It’s difficult as it violates the contract terms of our residence. I’m sorry.”
At the staff’s words flatly refusing, Wootae clicked his tongue as if regretful.
“I was trying to take a look.”
Wootae patted Dohyeong’s shoulder and sat him in the chair next to the reception.
In fact, even coming this far required a lot of contemplation.
Would it be okay to send Dohyeong to Haesung?
No, wasn’t it dangerous to move around with Dohyeong at this time?
The countless worries came to an end the moment he saw Dohyeong groaning even while asleep. His appearance, with his pajamas soaked through, not knowing if he’d fainted or fallen asleep, was quite pitiful.
So he decided.
No matter what, he would safely take Dohyeong to Haesung’s residence.
‘When someone’s about to die, is that a big deal?’
Anyway, even if Dohyeong and Haesung’s relationship narrowed again, it was obvious that no one would believe it.
They could dismiss it as a rumor coming from somewhere.
Of course, there would be no way to avoid negative positions or views toward Dohyeong.
But now wasn’t the time to care about such trivial things.
“I guess it came faster because I just passed it last heat.”
That’s not it, hyung.
Dohyeong, with his mouth tightly shut, barely held back the words in his heart.
Actually, he said nothing happened then, but there seemed to have been something like “some incident.” Of course, since Wootae shouldn’t know, keeping his mouth shut is right.
Moreover, it’s not because of last heat, but because he recently realized that Haesung is his mate.
The words that even now, thanks to Haesung, it seems to have calmed down a bit.
‘Let’s not say it.’
Right, sometimes not knowing can be medicine.
Dohyeong smiled awkwardly.
And shortly after, along with the elevator’s mechanical sound, Haesung’s figure walking out hurriedly was visible.
“The guardian has arrived.”
Wootae stepped back one step. Then, leaving words asking him to take good care of him to Haesung, he left the reception.
“Hyung, I’ll call you.”
After that, Dohyeong threw out a word, but his voice was so small it was uncertain whether it was delivered.
“You worked hard coming.”
Haesung said quietly while stroking Dohyeong’s sweat-soaked forehead.
No matter how many times he experienced it, he still couldn’t get used to this appearance.
Even this affectionate and tender gaze.
“No. I just came by car.”
“Shall we go up and talk first? Here is….”
Ah, Dohyeong nodded.
No matter how ironclad the security is.
Walls have ears, and the fields have eyes.
Dohyeong entrusted his body to Haesung’s touch supporting him and got on the elevator.
After going up for a while, the place they arrived at was the 28th floor, the top floor.
Compared to other residences, the number of floors wasn’t high, but the area allocated to each room seemed quite large.
There were only five households on one floor.
“It must be expensive.”
At the words he threw out without realizing it, Haesung laughed out loud.
“Hyung earns well.”
“…You’re bragging.”
“It’s not bragging, it’s an appeal.”
“What kind of appeal?”
“An appeal that I bought this place to see Kim Dohyeong even a little more comfortably.”
At Haesung’s words, Dohyeong snorted as if absurd, but his eyes curving in a long smile were nakedly showing his true feelings.
Click. Along with the sound of the door locking, Dohyeong stretched out both arms and embraced Haesung.
Normally, he wouldn’t have dared to do this, but today it was something committed using the heat cycle as an excuse.
Taking a big breath in and out, he rubbed his face on the broad shoulders.
“…Good. Hyung’s scent.”
Haesung, who was stroking Dohyeong’s head like that, smiled silently.
Why did he think this tender happiness was natural?
That complacent thought that it wouldn’t work without him—did he pretend not to know with that?
This scent that makes his head hazy and the heat brushing his fingertips shouldn’t be natural.
“It was really hard, right?”
He tried hard to ask nonchalantly, but at the sight of Dohyeong separating his body slightly and smiling bashfully, he swallowed his breath again.
“I’m okay. Hyung soothed me.”
“…Right. I did.”
He’d rarely been nervous, but this moment was an exception.
His whole body tingled. His blood flowed so fast it was dizzying enough to make his head spin.
“Dohyeong-ah.”
In the end, Haesung, who couldn’t come to his senses, called him quietly.
“Yeah, hyung.”
Dohyeong, completely intoxicated by the heat drawn by pheromones, answered with a bright smile.
Haesung, who was quietly watching that, let out a sigh scratching his throat and swept down his face.
“Should I put a muzzle on my mouth?”
“Muzzle?”
Dohyeong’s voice asking back was innocent.
He must really be asking without knowing anything. Thinking that, he felt a bit deflated.
“Today is a bit dangerous.”
It was a story genuinely revealed, but Dohyeong just laughed out loud.
You find it funny, but I don’t find it funny at all. He barely swallows the words he can’t convey.
“Why a muzzle?”
At the question that followed again, Haesung took a big breath in and exhaled roughly.
Pressing between his teeth, he embraces his waist with both hands. The light frame that fits snugly in his arms seems like it would break at any moment.
“Because I think I’ll really become a dog.”
He was answering nonchalantly, but only those eyes were sincere.
Dohyeong, who was quietly observing the glistening eyes, burst into loud laughter.
And he removed the arms that were embracing his waist and this time embraced his neck.
The moment he slightly tilted his head, Haesung made a groaning sound.
Because of their bodies pressed closely together, the heat seeping out over it, and Dohyeong’s pheromones flickering at the tip of his nose.
“Should I put tape on your mouth?”
At the following words, Haesung laughed as if absurd.
Yet with one hand holding the back of Dohyeong’s head and the other still embracing his waist, he brought his face close.
“If you don’t want to regret it, you’ll have to keep those words.”
“What if I don’t regret it?”
Is this sincere?
Or is it because he’s soaked in the heat cycle?
Haesung, who was pondering for a while, chuckled and slightly held Dohyeong’s lips then separated.
“I should enjoy it.”
In the end, there was one answer.
“Then I’ll enjoy it.”
And it was Dohyeong who had Haesung wrapped around his finger like that.
The two people who couldn’t hold back anymore pressed their lips together without deciding who would go first.
Hot breaths went back and forth through the slightly parted gap. At the sensation of his whole body seeming to melt, Dohyeong had to barely put strength in his legs to endure.
The moment he became a little more closely attached to Haesung, Dohyeong realized.
Today too would be a tropical night without fail.
