Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 47

Early morning. Dawn was breaking, and pink sunlight streamed into the bedroom like a soft carpet. Heeheon, who had been lying on the cozy bed in a deep sleep, responded to the sun’s call. He woke up comfortably thanks to the dazzling morning sun.

‘…Heavy.’

But his waist felt quite heavy.

It felt as if a sandbag was tied to his waist, constricting and pressing down on him. Unable to overcome the discomfort even in his sleep, Heeheon shifted his body slightly. The thin sheet made a rustling sound, but the weight on his waist did not lessen and remained the same.

‘Ugh… What is this.’

Of course, his whole body was heavy with fatigue, and the muscles in his arms and legs were still stiff. But the unidentified something hanging on his waist was different from the heavy aftereffects of fatigue or muscle pain.

Ultimately unable to bear the discomfort, Heeheon groggily opened his eyes and checked below him.

And then, he saw a thick forearm.

‘An arm?’

Even with his drowsy eyes, Heeheon could tell who the owner of that arm was. The firmly packed muscles and the distinct, well-formed veins that stood out… it was Cha Moogyul. Cha Moogyul had his arm wrapped around Heeheon’s waist, in the same bed.

‘What the… Cha Moogyul… what?’

Startled, Heeheon’s eyes flew open, and with extreme caution, he slowly turned around so as not to make a sound. It was a sight reminiscent of a scene from a horror movie. He was behind Heeheon’s back.

Cha Moogyul, sharing the same blanket with Heeheon, sleeping with his eyes closed. It was surreal.

‘Is this real…?’

Really Cha Moogyul?

‘Why is he sleeping here? This is definitely my room…’

With eyes of disbelief, Heeheon lost in thought and observed Cha Moogyul. He was dressed in a single, dark gown as usual, and the dog tag hanging from his neck was draped over his chest. His black hair was tousled and pressed against the pillow, and at the end of his calmly closed eyelids, dense, long eyelashes stretched out like a painting.

In the first sunlight of a summer morning, he looked like a masterpiece.

His black hair and white face formed a clear black-and-white contrast, and the sunlight cast diagonal shadows on his exquisitely sculpted features, adding an artistic, sculptural beauty. The shadow formed next to his high nose bridge crossed his cheek, and his lips, slack and relaxed, did not look fierce or cold as usual, but rather somewhat at ease.

‘…’

Heeheon, instead of composing his startled heart, fixed his eyes on the rare sight of Cha Moogyul sleeping. It felt awkward to see him, who always pierced others with his jet-black eyes, with his eyes closed so defenselessly, and for some reason, his gaze lingered longer.

‘Ah.’

Heeheon, who had been staring at him blankly for a while, having lost his reason, belatedly came to his senses. The questions that should have come to him sooner—why Cha Moogyul was sleeping in the same bed, and why he was hugging Heeheon—finally came flooding in.

‘Is it because, Cha Moogyul’s room, the bed got dirty.’

But there was a guest room on the third floor…

‘Wait. Before that, let’s get up first.’

Heeheon took a short, deep breath and chided himself. This was not the time to be like this. Above all, escaping from Cha Moogyul was the priority. Sleeping in the same bed with him—was that even plausible?

With extreme caution, Heeheon grabbed the blanket and gently lifted it. He then began to wiggle his torso toward the side of the bed. It was a level of stealthiness akin to a spy operation or an assassination mission. He was gradually able to free himself from Cha Moogyul’s forearm, which had been wrapped around his waist.

‘Almost, there… Ugh.’

Twinnnge. A muscle ached, perhaps because he was tense. In fact, he could still feel a dull ache in his waist, which had been mercilessly bent yesterday, and in his buttocks, which had been hit hard. Although it was a little better than yesterday, the truth was his whole body was swollen and sore, making it difficult to even move.

Still, Heeheon pushed himself.

He barely managed to get his torso to the edge of the bed, and safely escaped from Cha Moogyul’s forearm…

“What are you doing.”

He did not.

Who knows when he had opened his eyes, but Cha Moogyul was staring at Heeheon with cold eyes. For someone who had just woken up, his gaze was far too sharp; it seemed he had probably been watching ever since Heeheon started squirming. Heeheon tried his best to hide his flustered state.

“Uh, ah.”

“Where are you trying to go.”

Making his hard-won escape to the edge of the bed meaningless, Cha Moogyul swiftly snatched Heeheon’s waist and pulled him into his arms. In an instant, he was back in the same position as before. His chest was pressed against Heeheon’s back, and the thick forearm was wrapped around his torso. Cha Moogyul hugged Heeheon tightly, almost crushing him with his own weight, and rested his chin on the crown of Heeheon’s head.

“Thirsty?”

He asked in a raspy voice. Although his eyes were clear, his voice was deep and husky, like someone who had just woken up.

“Or the bathroom?”

Heeheon didn’t know what to say, so he just kept his mouth shut. His heart was pounding like crazy, as if it were broken. He was even a little scared that Moogyul might hear the beating sound.

“Or… are you hungry…”

Cha Moogyul muttered softly, like a long sigh. Heeheon decided it would be better to say just about anything at this point, so he answered with whatever came to mind.

“…Uh, a little.”

“I guess so, hyung didn’t eat much yesterday either.”

“…”

“Are you very hungry? If there’s any food you want to eat, tell me.”

“Uh…”

Once again, Heeheon was at a loss for words.

He really could not understand what Cha Moogyul was trying to do. His neck stiffened with tension, and the waist held by him also became noticeably rigid. At that point, Cha Moogyul also seemed to have noticed that Heeheon’s reaction was not normal. Hearing the pounding heartbeat, he let out a light, mocking laugh.

“This thing is completely terrified.”

This thing… Did he just refer to Baek Heeheon as this thing?

That bastard Cha Moogyul, the way he’s been talking to hyung since yesterday is so damn disrespectful.

“You’ll be crying in a bit.”

“…You think I’d cry? What do you take your hyung for.”

“Then will you have a seizure? If you don’t want to get your ass fucked again the moment you open your eyes, just answer my questions quietly.”

“No, get my ass fuc— What?”

“What you want to eat.”

“…”

What Baek Heeheon wants to eat?

Now? Just like that, out of the blue?

More importantly, what was that statement just now? If you don’t want to get your ass fucked again…

Heeheon was beyond confused; he was malfunctioning and furrowed his brow deeply. As Heeheon kept his mouth shut without answering, Cha Moogyul’s arm wrapped around his waist crept downwards.

“No thoughts? Then, well.”

He lifted the hem of the shower gown and naturally parted Heeheon’s legs with his hand. He took hold of his limp member in his palm and brushed it lightly. Heeheon flinched in alarm as he blatantly and casually rubbed him without a shred of hesitation.

“What… what the!”

“Because you’re not answering.”

Is he crazy? Has Cha Moogyul really lost his mind?

“I can, I can just tell you…!”

In any case, it wasn’t that difficult of a question.

It wasn’t a secret he couldn’t tell him, or something he had to hide…

“Lemon sorbet.”

Even after he answered, his hand did not stop.

Holding Heeheon loosely with his large palm, he rubbed the sensitive urethral opening with his thumb. He lazily asked another question.

“And what else?”

What, something else…?

He couldn’t think of anything else.

“…Nngh, lemon sorbet. Something cold.”

“You’re really fixated on sorbet.”

“Uh… lemon sorbet!”

After all, Heeheon was the type of person for whom choices and decisions were the easiest in the world, with clear likes and dislikes that were obvious to others.

“Alright. There’s an ice cream maker in the kitchen, so I’ll make it for you.”

Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Cha Moogyul removed his hand. Down below, which had been ambiguously touched, was in big trouble. Because he had been so startled, he wasn’t fully hard, and only a faint, lingering excitement remained to torment him. Heeheon muttered calmly to try and settle himself down.

“Why are you like this, so early in the morning…”

“Like what.”

“What is this you’re doing, what kind of act is this…”

Heeheon curled his body up like a shrimp. His toes clenched tightly. For now, he tried to endure it, but this time, he felt something touch the top of his head.

Cha Moogyul was holding Heeheon’s waist and pressing his sharp chin against his hair.

He must have been treating Baek Heeheon’s body as a toy that he could play with as he pleased at any time. The waist held tightly by him was quite stiff and sore.

“Hyung, your body temperature is too high.”

“…You’re probably the one who’s cold.”

“You’re warm, so you’d be nice to hold in the winter. It’s hot in the summer.”

“…Then let go.”

“Sure.”

He hugged Heeheon with enough force to crush him. The pressure on his chest made his ribs scream.

“Ugh…!”

Cha Moogyul acted spitefully, applying force as if to embed Heeheon completely into his embrace, before abruptly letting go after a while. It felt like he would have bruises on his back and waist.

“Wait quietly. Don’t try to sneak off somewhere like before.”

Cha Moogyul left Heeheon on the bed and got up first. Slipping on his slippers, he walked toward the closed bedroom door and issued a fierce warning.

“Holing up in the corner of a room… that’s what you’re best at, hyung. So stay put. Before I put a leash on you.”

“What do you mean, a leash…”

“Haha, you think I can’t do it?”

Cha Moogyul opened the door and glanced back briefly at Heeheon. Seeing Heeheon’s form huddled tightly under the covers, he scowled slightly.

“Remember. I definitely warned you. To give up.”

Thud. The door slammed shut immediately after.