Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 35

“Don’t, don’t do it, seriously!”

“You stop it, hyung. It’s just a waste of your energy. I have no intention of listening.”

Cha Moogyul grabbed the pajama top. Without unbuttoning a single button, he lifted the ivory-colored pajama top straight over Heeheon’s head and took it off. Heeheon’s arms, which had been covering the button area with his hands, were naturally pulled up along with it. He belatedly flailed his arms to pull the hem down, but it was only a matter of time before the top came off anyway.

Left with only a pair of briefs on in an instant, Heeheon glared at Cha Moogyul. Now, beyond being aghast, he was getting a little angry. It was also dumbfounding.

“You… are you crazy? Why do you keep forcing me like this, you’re not some kind of pervert…”

During guiding, at least back then, there was an excuse. Until Cha Moogyul declared that he had intentionally stripped and fucked him, Heeheon had believed without a doubt that he truly couldn’t overcome an esper’s instincts and was craving guiding.

But now…

Now, he really didn’t know.

He wasn’t drunk on guiding, so why was Cha Moogyul being so stubborn? What was he trying to do, why on earth…

To that, Cha Moogyul answered monotonously.

“I guess I am.”

As if it were no big deal, indifferently.

“A pervert.”

Heeheon parted his lips slightly. He had no idea what kind of thunderbolt this was. He grabbed Heeheon’s wrist and gestured downward with a jerk of his chin. He pointed to the last remaining piece of clothing.

“Are you going to take it off yourself, or should I do it?”

“…”

“I’ll give you some time, so think about it.”

Leaving Heeheon, he turned his back first and headed for the bathtub. He closed the drain and turned on the hot water, beginning to fill it. Whoooosh, the sound of the falling water echoed off the bathroom walls. Heeheon took a few hesitant steps back. If he was going to escape, wasn’t this his chance? If he went into the bedroom and locked the door…

Cha Moogyul, rolling up the sleeves of the shirt he was wearing to his elbows, chuckled.

“Even so, you should decide quickly.”

The veins on his exposed forearms stood out clearly. The firmly set muscles also looked good. After rolling up both sleeves, he added bath salts to the tub water.

“The more you dither, hyung, the more I get other ideas.”

Ah.

For heaven’s sake.

Was that bastard really Cha Moogyul?

Now, the person he saw before him felt like a completely different person. Of course, he had always been a playboy, a scoundrel, and a bastard. But, no matter how much that was the case, for him to be so blatant with Baek Heeheon. Heeheon was struggling and scared because he didn’t know with what intention Cha Moogyul was teasing him. On the other hand, it also felt like he was just being toyed with or bullied.

After pondering for a long while, Heeheon hesitantly took off his briefs and tied a towel hanging on the wall around his waist.

“…What do you mean? Do you feel like doing that with me? I’m a man…”

Could it be that Cha Moogyul.

Could Cha Moogyul also see men as… that kind of target?

Could he feel sexual urges toward men? He did seem to react properly during guiding, but that was during guiding, so the excitement from that must have played a large part. Wouldn’t it be difficult with a man when he was sober? And even if it were possible, he didn’t know how it was with Baek Heeheon…

‘Ha, shit. I’m dizzy.’

Come to think of it, Heeheon was still sick. He had a fever, and his whole body was hot. His limbs were limp, and he was breathing in ragged pants, so the fact that he was in the bathroom, naked and dealing with Cha Moogyul like this, was, no matter how he looked at it, unbelievable.

Having finished preparing the bath, he tilted his head and stared at Heeheon. For some reason, his black eyes looked like they would swallow him whole.

“Get in the tub.”

“…”

“Are you going to get in yourself, or should I throw you in?”

Heeheon carefully took a step. At first, he couldn’t hide his bewilderment and was scared, but as he got closer to Cha Moogyul step by step, his heart began to pound harder and harder. His chest fluttered. Setting aside his intentions or true meaning, just looking at the current situation, he couldn’t help but tremble.

Did it even make sense for Cha Moogyul to be washing Baek Heeheon? It was a situation that seemed plausible only in a dream…

Even before getting into the water, Heeheon’s face flushed. His eyebrows curved in embarrassment, and his gaze wavered. He couldn’t look Cha Moogyul straight in the eye at all, so he buried his head toward the floor and stepped into the tub. His body sank pleasantly into the warm water.

Heeheon stuck himself right against the wall of the tub to be as far away from him as possible, curled up his body, and hugged his knees to his chest. Seeing Heeheon’s hopelessly defensive posture, Cha Moogyul clicked his tongue fiercely.

“Avoiding me again. How pathetic.”

…Well, what was he supposed to do in this situation? He couldn’t help but avoid him.

Heeheon gasped softly and submerged himself just enough so that his nose and mouth were underwater, leaving only his eyes out. He was trembling, embarrassed, and if he could, he felt like submerging his whole body and hiding in the water.

Cha Moogyul squeezed a good amount of shampoo into his large palm and murmured quietly.

“Fix that habit.”

“…What.”

“You know. What it is.”

His hand touched his head. He lathered shampoo all over his hair. Cha Moogyul was washing his hair. The tips of Heeheon’s ears turned bright red, so much so that he couldn’t hide it anymore. His toes, submerged in the water, wiggled. He gripped the knees he was hugging tightly.

“Behave yourself while I’m putting it on hold.”

“…”

“The more you run, hyung, the more I want to treat you as prey.”

After rinsing the shampoo, he even applied conditioner, and then squirted body wash onto a shower pouf. Starting with his right arm, he scrubbed from his wrist to his shoulder. His touch was slow and deliberate. He even felt it was gentle. Maybe he was being careful because he was a patient.

Heeheon mumbled, submerged in the water.

“…Uh.”

‘He’s really washing me… Ah, this is unreal.’

Why is he suddenly being so nice? Though his words are harsh. Out of the blue, why on earth is he doing this?

‘Cha Moogyul is washing me…’

No matter how many times he thought about it, he couldn’t believe it. Why was Cha Moogyul being so meticulous? Why was he being so gentle…

“Right… But…”

Bubble, bubble, air bubbles rose to the surface. The water in the tub sloshed every time Heeheon mumbled.

“This is a habit I can’t fix…”

“Hah. What did you say?”

“I said I can’t fix it. You’d be better off giving up…”

Heeheon rolled his eyes. Perhaps because of the warm steam rising from the tub, his round eyes were moist. He wasn’t even in the middle of guiding, yet he was this close, and they were even touching. It was to the point where he was at a loss for what to do. It was not easy to even lift a finger, and he had to be extremely careful even when breathing. He could only hope that he would believe his flushed skin was due to the fever.

Heeheon stammered out an excuse.

“Cha Moogyul, you… you’re too amazing. That’s why…”

“…”

“You’re younger than me, but you’re like a hyung. There’s nothing you can’t do. Everyone only looks at you. Everything… it’s just all yours.”

“…”

“It’s pathetic, but compared to you, someone like me is nothing… Honestly, I don’t know how I should treat you. Not at all.”

Cha Moogyul had always been a distant and lofty idol, and Baek Heeheon was nothing more than a moth chasing a flame, hiding in his enormous shadow. Every time he looked at the intense and large man, Baek Heeheon himself, in contrast, became smaller and smaller. The more Heeheon fell for him, the more he felt like he had nothing, nothing to show for himself, a person who was always lacking.

That’s why Baek Heeheon firmly believed that no matter what he did, Cha Moogyul wouldn’t bat an eye, and he wouldn’t be able to leave even a single scratch on his heart.

Because if Cha Moogyul was the sea, Baek Heeheon was just one of the countless grains of sand scattered on the beach.

The sea may swallow the sand, but the sand, far from swallowing the sea, will only wear away and disappear without a trace.

Cha Moogyul, who had been listening quietly, opened his mouth.

“That’s true.”

He didn’t care about his clothes getting wet and leaned his arm into the tub, trapping Heeheon in the corner, and with his other hand, he grabbed Heeheon’s cheek and lifted it. His wet face was pulled up, forcing their eyes to meet. And he tilted his head and came closer.

Their lips met briefly and then parted.

“Pathetic.”

‘What the, huh?’

Did we, just touch…?

Why… why did he kiss me again…

Heeheon’s eyes widened, and he stared at Cha Moogyul. He was just as calm and indifferent as if this was something to be expected.

‘No, why on earth…?’

He can’t even guide right now, anyway…

The basic requirement for guiding is contact. If there are any impurities in between, the efficiency drops sharply, and the guiding does not proceed smoothly. Naturally, water is also considered an impurity. Since Heeheon was soaked from bathing, proper guiding couldn’t be done even if they were in contact.

‘What is he doing? Is he, is he teasing me…?’

His shoulders hunched, and his stiff body froze solid. He was already curled up like a pill bug, and he hardened like a rock just like that. His pupils dilated to their fullest before slowly shrinking and shaking painfully.

“Hyung. Your face. It’s all puffy right now.”

Cha Moogyul playfully splashed water from the tub at the surprised Heeheon. Soft bubbles, along with the water, stuck to Heeheon’s cheek.

“…”

“You got ugly.”

He squished his bubble-covered cheek. He played with it, pulling it to one side as if kneading chewy rice cake, before letting it go with a flick.

“That should be enough washing, so dry yourself off and go inside.”

“…”

“And stop being so sick.”

He stood up and moved away. He took a bathrobe from a shelf, tossed it near the tub, and then left the bathroom. Left alone, Heeheon swallowed dryly. With dizzy eyes, he surveyed the traces he had left behind.

He looked in turn at the warm water from which steam was rising, the soft foam, and the bathrobe placed within reach, then hung his head low. He plunged his head into the surface of the water and trembled alone. He had, of course, never been able to understand Cha Moogyul’s actions well before, but now, he couldn’t figure out anything at all. It was on the level of being stripped naked and dropped in the wilderness, like a jungle or a desert, and having to survive.