Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 100

“……”

Heeheon slowly closed the hospital room door and stepped inside. Cha Moogyul still showed no reaction. He had hoped he would turn around, but for some reason, he was quite cold. He remained facing the wall, not even looking at Heeheon.

In the end, it was Heeheon who broke the silence first, cautiously catching his breath as he approached him. He got closer step by step, looking at Cha Moogyul’s back.

“…I got the detailed examination.”

“……”

“There are no results yet, but it’s obvious what they’ll be anyway.”

Heeheon stopped in front of the bed. In the unlit hospital room, the dim sunlight filtering through the blinds was painting faint, step-like patterns on their bodies. From behind Cha Moogyul, who still wasn’t turning around, Heeheon let out a slow sigh.

Baek Heeheon cannot be Cha Moogyul’s guide. Where should he start? How should he say it?

“I’ve thought about it.”

No, forget it.

There was no need to sugarcoat his words.

Being cautious and sizing him up wouldn’t change what needed to be said. No matter how carefully he chose his words and spoke, he wouldn’t be able to avoid the predetermined conflict.

If it was a process they had to go through anyway, it might be better to just spit it out plainly.

“The new project. The Esper who doesn’t use his ability. The guide who doesn’t guide. I… I can’t agree to that.”

Heeheon had already ended one universe with his own hands and watched the birth of another. Just as he had abandoned and moved past being Baek Heeheon as Cha Moogyul’s brother. Couldn’t he hope that it would be okay to abandon Baek Heeheon as his guide as well?

There would certainly be twists and turns, and it would be precarious, but only by overcoming the conflict and being together would it become a true conclusion. Heeheon wanted to convey that this decision was the one and only right answer.

“I can understand what you were thinking when you arranged it, but just because we’re late bloomers doesn’t mean we can’t be Awakeners.”

“……”

“If we avoid the situation just because our beginning is different from those who were born with it, it would just be running away. I don’t want to run away from my life anymore.”

“……”

“And, even if I run away like that, I’ll end up regretting it.”

For a moment, the air shimmered.

He, who hadn’t shown his face for a long time, slowly turned his shoulders. His gaze, looking down at Heeheon at an angle, seemed as solidly cut off as a dead-end wall, and a bitter, cynical smile hung on his lips.

“So.”

Cha Moogyul, who had turned around, muttered lowly and tapped the table with his index finger. Tap.

“This is your conclusion?”

Heeheon reflexively looked at the source of the sound. Inside the transparent glass, a sparkling white light could be glimpsed.

The ring.

The ring he had taken off for a moment was on the table.

“……!”

Oh, fuck!

Greatly surprised, Heeheon froze stiff. Before he could even utter the word “no,” Cha Moogyul smiled, his eyes curving, lifted the glass, and picked up the ring.

The ring, engraved with his name both inside and out, was shining brilliantly like a beautiful morning star, completely out of place with the messy situation.

“Heeheon. When did you learn to make threats like this?”

Lifting the ring closer, he looked down at it with a murderous gaze. A silent, quietly burning flame overflowed in his black eyes, as if it would melt the platinum and even burn Baek Heeheon to death.

“Did you think it would work if you took your own self hostage?”

“No. It’s not that.”

“What do you mean, no. When you just fucked me over in the most fucked-up way possible.”

At that moment, Cha Moogyul threw the ring so roughly and violently that there was no time to react.

He was practically intending to shatter it.

The ring, hitting the white hospital wall and falling to the floor, hid away and got stuck in some corner. A pale Heeheon trembled his lips and frantically shook his head.

This was fucking, really, not it.

“It’s a misunderstanding. It was just the examination…”

But Cha Moogyul, not at all lenient, didn’t even give Heeheon a chance to explain.

With blazing eyes, he grabbed Heeheon’s arm, twisting it forcefully, and threw him face down onto the patient bed, pinning him down so he couldn’t move. His face was buried in the pillow, and he couldn’t move his elbow, which was bent behind his back.

“Ugh!”

“Is guiding that important?”

Cha Moogyul, who had climbed onto Heeheon’s back and shifted his weight onto him, lowered his head, buried his lips in the back of his head, and whispered ominously. With his nose and mouth pressed into the pillow, he couldn’t breathe. He tried to answer, but he was suffocating and could only shake his head again.

“You’d rather die than not live as an Awakener?”

“Ugh…”

As if the hopeless situation wasn’t enough, this misunderstanding on top of it was enough to drive him crazy.

Cha Moogyul, still twisting Heeheon’s arm, growled menacingly.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do. Are you asking me to let you get it on with all sorts of Esper bastards? To touch and rub up against them under the pretense of guiding, to let them pounce on you drunk on their instincts. Huh…?”

Dropping his shoulders, Cha Moogyul lightly touched his buttock with his large palm. When he shoved his hand inside the loose patient gown, the elastic waistband of the pants stretched, and the pants came down easily.

Horrified, Heeheon struggled, twisting his waist and resisting. His top was flipped up, exposing his back.

“I said it’s a misunderstanding! Just listen to me, ah…!”

“Right. It has to be a misunderstanding.”

Hooking his fingers into the briefs and pulling them down to his knees, Cha Moogyul put strength into his hand and slapped his buttock as if to scold him. Heeheon cried out and his body trembled violently.

Humiliatingly, his lower body was now naked. His roundly raised buttocks were exposed, and Cha Moogyul repeatedly rubbed and swept over the flushed, red skin.

A chilling shiver ran down his spine. As expected, Cha Moogyul was clearly angry, and Heeheon was being punished.

“It had better be a misunderstanding.”

As he rubbed the smarting, hot skin, he pushed his hand between his legs along the cleft of his buttocks. Then, he roughly stroked and stimulated the sensitive perineum as if trampling it with muddy feet.

“Ahk…!”

Groaning in bewilderment, Heeheon clenched his teeth and hardened his eyes. His presence was pouring down on him like a waterfall. Cha Moogyul slapped his reddened buttocks once more, and this time, his insides rotted with the hot pain and heat.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

More than the shame of having his buttocks exposed and being hit, and the physical pain itself, it hurt as if his heart was being gouged out. He understood that it was a situation where emotions were bound to run high, but when he had said it was a misunderstanding, couldn’t he at least listen to a brief explanation? Was this something he deserved to be hit for so humiliatingly? And in a hospital room, of all places?

Did he really have to throw the ring? As if to shatter it?

And what about guiding? Guiding isn’t some whoring act, so isn’t using expressions like ‘get it on’ going too far?

‘Fuck… ing hell.’

Heeheon swallowed a curse internally. He just wished Cha Moogyul would understand. He who knows everything, who is always one step ahead in every matter and prepares in advance, why can’t he understand even a single one of Heeheon’s wretched feelings?

Why?

Why doesn’t it reach him?

‘Even though I’m this desperate.’

Why still? Until when, for god’s sake?

‘We’re this close, so why are we still so far apart?’

Will this gap ever be filled? If not, does he have to keep approaching him like this for the rest of his life?

Heeheon squeezed his eyes shut and opened them once. Cha Moogyul let go of Heeheon’s gasping forearm, turned his torso, and flipped him onto his back. The breath that had been blocked by the pillow was finally released, and his hazy, unfocused eyes stared at the ceiling.

Cha Moogyul, staring at the dazed Heeheon from head to toe, carefully stroked his disheveled hair and muttered.

“When I.”

His fine black hair scattered softly with the movement of his fingertips. After scolding him once, he was now soothing Heeheon as if to comfort him.

“Came back after finishing work.”

“……”

“The hospital room was empty. And only the ring was abandoned.”

Cha Moogyul, who was tracing his contorted eyes with his thumb, covered Heeheon’s trembling hand and delved between his fingers, caressing them.

The left ring finger, empty without the ring. He pressed his lips precisely on the skin where the mark from the round band remained.

“What do you think I thought at that moment?”

“Ngh…”

“Finally. At last. He ran away. He fled. He fooled me well until this moment. As expected… I thought.”

Chasing the faint trace of the ring, he lightly licked the circumference with his tongue and then lazily took the finger into his mouth and bit down. Sucking the finger deep down to its base, Cha Moogyul bared his front teeth.

“Should I find him and punish him, or should I throw him in the basement this time? While my head was pondering such thoughts, my body couldn’t move a single step.”

Then, he began to bite down on the ring finger, hard enough to leave a red tooth mark. So strongly that it felt as if the finger might be torn off.