Yeo Dowoon looked back toward the hospital room teeming with people, then leaned his head against the cold cement wall as if using it as a pillow.
“I’m even getting a headache…”
His head felt heavy as if large nails were being hammered into his temples. But what annoyed Yeo Dowoon even more was the stiff backs of the researchers who had entered dragging a tray the size of a house.
The solutions of unknown purpose and needles stacked neatly on the silver shelf weighed heavily on his mind. With a sigh, Yeo Dowoon grabbed and twisted his hair in frustration.
“…Kwon Jeonghoo must be having a hard time.”
Although the only sounds coming from the hospital room were the bustling voices, Yeo Dowoon still couldn’t shake off his worry and felt anxious.
He was very concerned about his safety and wellbeing—whether they would stick needles in him for wavelength tests or whatever and check the results when his condition wasn’t even good, whether he would suffer after having his veins filled with medicines of unknown use.
“I don’t know.”
After ruminating on all sorts of imaginings, his entire forehead began to throb, so Yeo Dowoon finally got to his feet. He thought he’d stop by the caregiver shower room first and at least wash his body clean.
He felt like he needed to get doused with cold water before he could think straight.
His slow steps wandered through the quiet corridor.
Befitting a ward exclusively for Espers, all the patient names written at the room entrances were familiar and recognizable. Then suddenly, his feet slowly came to a halt near the elevator.
With a relatively cheerful chime, the steel doors opened wide.
“Oh?”
Yeo Dowoon was quite surprised. A handsome young man with delicate features wearing a cozy-looking knit sweater stood there. His hair falling just above his eyes was disheveled, and his aloof gaze tilted toward Yeo Dowoon with a smile.
Thus Yeo Dowoon felt that his own face reflected in the elevator mirror looked quite stupid. The shame intensified when he realized Cha Haseong must have always been facing this kind of expression.
But Cha Haseong simply greeted him in a sweet tone. Hello.
“I came to find my Esper, have you seen him?”
“……”
“I was lonely being alone in a house without its owner.”
He looked extremely calm despite Yeo Dowoon’s sudden appearance. Walking out of the elevator, he held out a cake box decorated with gold foil to Yeo Dowoon.
“This is a get-well gift for Mr. Kwon Jeonghoo.”
Yeo Dowoon reflexively took it, and when Cha Haseong put his arm around his shoulder, the string of reason came loose and he obediently yielded his body.
Damn it. He liked it madly. The smell of paper that seemed like it would waft from an old library.
The scent of perfume that Cha Haseong often used made the back of his knees weak again and again. It was both ripe yet delicate, delicate yet sensual. It was a scent that resembled Cha Haseong himself.
“You haven’t eaten yet, have you?”
He had thought he would surely be angry, but Cha Haseong checked on Yeo Dowoon’s wellbeing warmly as always. The scent of skin flickering at the tip of his nose made Yeo Dowoon’s heart lurch.
His heartbeat sped up considerably, fueled by groundless excitement.
“…I haven’t showered yet either.”
The hand around his shoulder as if embracing him, the gaze quietly looking at him, and this wondrous situation of encountering Cha Haseong first thing in the morning.
“I did wash my face and brush my teeth.”
He couldn’t tell if it was all a dream or reality, so Yeo Dowoon was about to doubt the entire world surrounding him. In response to his sincere answer, Cha Haseong took a sudden sharp turn without warning.
“I should feed you first then.”
He muttered.
Since both of them had quite long legs, it didn’t take long to return to the elevator.
The elevator doors, which had stayed on the same floor, opened on both sides as if welcoming them. Cha Haseong, leading Yeo Dowoon onto the elevator, asked.
“Seeing your complexion isn’t great, you must have had an uncomfortable night’s sleep.”
“……”
“You look very tired… do you want to receive guiding first?”
“……”
“Dowoon-ssi?”
Only then did Yeo Dowoon realize that he had been staring at him all this time. Perhaps the stable atmosphere gave him courage, as Yeo Dowoon asked without reserve.
“I thought you were angry, but you weren’t?”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“Haha. Why would I be angry at you, Dowoon-ssi?”
Then Cha Haseong replied with an excessive smile. Like a white fox that had properly set its mind on bewitching someone, he cast an enchanting eye smile. His plump aegyo-sal was pretty.
Therefore Yeo Dowoon found himself in even more of a predicament. He couldn’t tell if he was acting kindly because he was really in a good mood, or if he was making it obvious so Dowoon would notice.
Several pieces of advice that the girlfriends he’d dated every three months five years ago had fired at him like machine guns stirred in his head.
Someone had scolded him like this:
‘If you’re not confident you can figure it out on your own, then just grovel and beg. I pretended to be fine because I didn’t want to fight with you, did you think I was acting this way because I was actually fine? I’m so disappointed I can’t even speak. You’re not a blockhead, so how can you not understand someone’s feelings to this degree? Is your IQ single digits? Even a dolphin is smarter than you!’
And another someone had declared this:
‘You seem to think everyone lives thoughtlessly like you, but absolutely not. Humans are intellectual animals that worry and make judgments. Living thoughtlessly like you, just going with the flow… that’s a beast. In short.’
Yeo Dowoon slipped away to hide in a mouse hole, avoiding the rushing memories.
According to them, he was considerably lacking in tact, so when he wasn’t confident he could please them, it was better to just beg until his hands became feet or keep quiet and obsequiously say “yes, yes.”
Of course, there was the difference that his relationship with Cha Haseong wasn’t that of lovers, but for some reason he felt certain that’s what he should do.
“I’m sorry about yesterday.”
When the hesitant Yeo Dowoon delivered his timid apology, Cha Haseong lowered his eyes drowsily.
At that gaze that seemed to be asking what he was apologizing for, Yeo Dowoon mentally traced Cha Haseong’s emoticon attack that had made him anxious all night.
Those terrible yellow lumps, those monstrous creatures he’d wanted to pop and destroy one by one.
“I should have taken responsibility and escorted you back… I’m really sorry for making you go alone.”
Even when he shook his mouth out like a threshing machine, this was the only answer that came out.
Yeo Dowoon noticed that he and Cha Haseong hadn’t even pressed the button to go down yet and casually extended his foot.
“Let’s get on the elevator first…”
“Do as you like.”
Cha Haseong followed with a slight delay. Smoothly, the elevator doors closed lightly. It was the moment Yeo Dowoon was about to press floor 1.
“…Since when did you act as my driver, Dowoon-ssi?”
Having walked up with long strides, he cornered Yeo Dowoon into the corner and pressed their bodies together. Yeo Dowoon rolled his eyes uneasily at the sensation of the mirror touching his back.
“Hm? Since when.”
Ah, this is troublesome. Yeo Dowoon was engulfed in serious self-loathing. The enclosed space and the precarious atmosphere.
“…Guide-nim, I’m sorry but.”
Yeo Dowoon felt his blood vessels constricting. This makes it seem exactly like he’s asking to be kissed.
“If you don’t want to, hit me.”
***
The kiss was thick and intense as if wanting to lick each other to the most intimate places. Yeo Dowoon held the back of Cha Haseong’s head with his palm and kept pulling him toward himself.
With his other arm, he wrapped strongly around his broad shoulders. Then Cha Haseong sucked on the flesh inside his mouth with smacking sounds and changed their position so that Dowoon could wrap his arms around his neck.
The stationary elevator dropped down with a thunk and bounced up slightly.
“Ngh… hnn…”
Yeo Dowoon let out a moan as his lower lip was bitten hard. When a shallow teeth mark remained, Cha Haseong meticulously rubbed over it with his tongue.
He twisted the angle of his chin diagonally and mixed their mucous membranes several times deeper. Yeo Dowoon now even felt the illusion that Cha Haseong’s saliva going down his throat was sweet.
Bang! In the midst of catching his breath filled with heat, Yeo Dowoon hit the back of his head against the mirror under his weight. But before he could even feel the pain, Cha Haseong lifted him high by supporting his thighs.
“Haa… ah, mmph.”
He sat Yeo Dowoon on the long handrail of the elevator and continued the kiss once again. Cha Haseong’s lips were soft and smooth without a single hangnail. Yeo Dowoon blindly sought and groped for him.
Like a sailboat that had lost its lighthouse, like a wanderer that had lost its compass.
“Hah, I’m not going anywhere… Dowoon-ssi.”
Perhaps because he had so enthusiastically rubbed lips and sucked tongue, Cha Haseong also seemed to have heightened senses.
Even while soothing Yeo Dowoon, he didn’t stop stroking his hard back and pointed shoulder blades. The touch running over his clothes was fluid and passionate.
“Guide-nim……”
Taking advantage of the moment when their lips briefly parted, Yeo Dowoon affectionately cupped his face. Through their gazes locked together with no room to escape, the unfilled thirst and hunger were fully conveyed.
My guide.
Yeo Dowoon felt possessiveness and desire for monopoly blooming.
My guide…….
Cha Haseong smiled affectionately and repeatedly kissed his face as if praising him.
Cheek, bridge of his nose, earlobe, tip of his chin, and finally his lips which were like the final destination.
When Yeo Dowoon stuck out his tongue slightly as if urging him, he suddenly hardened his warm expression and closed his mouth.
