Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 20

Cha Moogyul, with his hand wrapped around Heeheon’s waist, lifted the hem of the combat uniform and began to touch his back. His large palm made wide contact with the skin, moving up and down along the spine. The area of contact broadened, accelerating the guiding. Heeheon gasped with difficulty.

“Stop, mph….”

His fingertips trembled faintly.

His face, his head, his chest, everything… felt like it was about to explode. From the tingling sensation.

The kiss was stubbornly long. The hand that had dug into his back also persistently swept over his waist and caressed the hollows of his shoulder blades. It was ticklish, hot, and suffocating; it felt like he was going to lose his mind.

Heeheon desperately repeated in his mind.

Let go. Please.

Just let go of me now.

If you just do that, I won’t resent you for anything. Please….

However, there was no one to answer his call. Nor did the heavens, pitying him, send down salvation.

In the end, Heeheon struggled alone. He desperately pushed against Cha Moogyul’s shoulders and chest, trying to tear him away. Intoxicated by the guiding, Cha Moogyul only clung to him more fervently. He bit down on his lower lip until it hurt, then put his weight into it, pressing Heeheon down with a terrifying force.

“Hahh, ugh, let go….”

He seemed to have lost his reason. Despite having been guided enough—no, more than enough—he showed no sign of letting go. It felt like this would continue endlessly. While resisting, Heeheon swung his elbow wide.

“Just, stop it, I said stop…!”

His tightly clenched fist, his eyes squeezed shut, viciously struck Cha Moogyul’s cheek.

Thwack, an unsettling sound echoed. His jaw snapped to the side, and the lips that had been clinging so persistently finally detached.

“Huff, huff.”

Heeheon frowned, panting for breath. His expression was a mess. He could not hide his trembling eyelashes in confusion or his hotly flushed face. To make matters worse, his lifted shirt had ridden up to his chest, exposing his pale stomach and side.

“……”

Cha Moogyul, his head twisted to the side, looked down at Baek Heeheon with a savage gaze. His lip was split and bleeding. One side of his sculpted cheek was tinged red.

Heeheon shot him a sharp, thorny glare, hastily straightening his clothes. Although he had prayed that he would not resent anything, now that he had pushed Cha Moogyul away, he felt a surge of anger. He could not help but blame him.

Heeheon spewed out words incoherently.

“You… you got carried away.”

He did not know what to say, but he had to say something. If he did not, it felt like Cha Moogyul, who was craving the guiding, would pounce on him again.

“You’re not in your right mind. Get a grip.”

“……”

“This was a mistake…. I’ll pretend it never happened. So get off me right now.”

He kept his head bowed down, so he could not see Cha Moogyul’s expression. He did not want to see it either. As he was trying to even out his ragged breaths, Cha Moogyul reached a hand toward Heeheon’s shoulder.

Startled, Heeheon slapped it away again, fiercely.

“I said get your hands off me, just…!”

“…Ha.”

Cha Moogyul let out a heavy exhale. His voice was cracked and rough, like tree bark.

“You’re something else, Baek Heeheon.”

“What…?”

“Pretending this never happened. You really want to avoid it all that badly?”

“……”

“It’s admirable. I almost want to give you a round of applause.”

“Then, ugh, then what do you want me to do….”

Heeheon covered his face with his hands and babbled frantically.

“Do I have to, beg you. Would that satisfy you?”

Baek Heeheon was just as agitated, not in a state to be discerning.

“I’m sorry! I’m going to go crazy from reg, regretting how I acted like an asshole. I’m so frustrated now, I don’t even know why I did such terrible things. It’s fucked up, really.”

“……”

“It was all my fault…. I know I’m not a hyung-like hyung to you, and I know I fucked up your mood…. From now on, from now on, I won’t be like that. That should be enough, right. I’ll also keep… trying to see you as a younger brother….”

“Trying… to do that now, you’re still doing that.”

Cha Moogyul looked down at Heeheon menacingly, as if he were about to crush him. He stared intently at the cowlick that grew to the right on the crown of Baek Heeheon’s head for a long time, then burst into loud laughter as if he found it all absurd. His laughter, loud and clear, was unsettling.

“Fuck… stop looking down on people.”

After laughing for a while, his expression changed. His face, now hardened and cold, was incredibly fierce and glacial.

“You should have done it right when you had the chance. I don’t have a hyung like you, and I have no intention of playing at being brothers in the future either.”

Cha Moogyul got up from the sofa. The heavy weight that had been pressing down was gone, and he moved away.

“Just, do the guiding with that body of yours, with all your heart and soul.”

“……”

“Then I’ll also pretend today’s incident never happened.”

Heeheon, curled up in a highly defensive posture, did not see Cha Moogyul’s back. But he could sense his presence. He left the living room and went up to the second floor. Soon, the sound of his bedroom door opening and closing could be heard faintly from a distance. Only then did Heeheon let out the breath he had been holding.

“Haaa.”

He felt like he was going to throw up.

His stomach was churning, and it felt as if someone was wringing his insides. The extreme stress made his whole body ache, and his mind was in such turmoil that he could not lift a single finger.

Heeheon remained frozen, barely managing to breathe. He was flushed and suffered for a long time, and only after quite a while was he able to pull himself together and move. The body that was returning to the bedroom felt as heavy as if it belonged to someone else, not him.

*

Deep in the night. Darkness descended upon the sleek bedroom he still had not gotten used to. Not wanting to be trapped in a pitch-black pit, Heeheon turned on the stand lamp next to the bed and lay down. Although the management system was probably maintaining a comfortable indoor temperature and humidity, he felt clammy with a cold sweat and uncomfortable.

He was tired of tossing and turning in bed.

Heeheon lay still, covered only by a thin sheet, and stared at the ceiling. What on earth am I doing here, how much further will I be pushed, his mind was dominated by such thoughts. The focus in his eyes blurred and he zoned out. It’s hot.

But just then, he heard a click from the direction of the door. From it, he had the illusion that a blast of cold wind was blowing in. Heeheon flinched and turned his head to check the doorway. In the dark corner, a large shadow stretched out.

“You’re not sleeping.”

Heeheon did not reply. The pitch-black shadow strode closer.

His hair was slick and wet. His body was not much different. He was wearing only a single gray gown, its belt tied loosely around his smoothly wet physique. Heeheon held his breath. Why is Cha Moogyul here. Again. For what…. The single sheet covering him was his only shield. Heeheon clutched the rustling, thin blanket tightly and cast his anxious gaze downward.

Go away.

Disappear quickly.

Just please. Get lost.

“Hyung, are you nervous by any chance?”

What is he talking about, Heeheon clenched his jaw. His mind was a mess. He had been barely holding on, and now Cha Moogyul had barged in, trampling all over it with muddy feet.

“Or are you trembling?”

“Hey… did you come here just to spout that nonsense? What the hell do you want.”

“What I want?”

Cha Moogyul approached the side of the bed and stopped. He stood at the foot of Heeheon’s bed. With an unfamiliar smile on his face. His handsome lips, which he was now sick and tired of even thinking about, parted and let out a low laugh.

“What do you think…. You’re the one who drew me in, hyung.”

“Cut the bullshit. If you’re going to be like that, then get lost….”

“You’re doing it right now.”

“I said get out….”

He was toying with him, enjoying it. He did not care if someone got swept up in his actions and got hurt. Cha Moogyul raised his hand. A blue power gathered around his palm. Crackle, zap, the intense esper ability, sparking, swirled above Cha Moogyul’s palm. Even though Baek Heeheon was a guide who could not wield esper abilities, he felt as if he could sense the flow of energy.

“Baek Heeheon.”

Cha Moogyul beckoned with his finger. The power gathered in his palm flickered according to his will. It streaked across the dark bedroom ceiling, swallowing the soft light of the stand lamp and spreading a blue glow. Feeling an instinctive sense of danger, Heeheon sat up. Just as he was about to get off the bed in a quick response, the ominous power poured down.

“Ugh!”

Cha Moogyul’s esper ability pressed down on Heeheon’s upper body, pinning him down. Heeheon fell helplessly onto the bed. Crushed by the untouchable blue power, he could not lift his torso. Heeheon flailed his arms. But it was useless. Like a butterfly pinned in a specimen box, he was pinned down, unable to escape.

Cha Moogyul, a deeper smile spreading on his face, climbed onto Heeheon’s bed. He pinched the thin sheet covering Heeheon’s body between his fingers and peeled it off joyfully, as if unwrapping a present. He could not read his thoughts. Why his eyes were curving as if he was pleased, why he had come to his room at such a late hour, or what he wanted to achieve by tormenting Baek Heeheon.

“Look at me.”