Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 5

Guiding, in a sudden situation like this? Heeheon frowned. He was still finding it hard to accept that he had been registered as Cha Mugyeol’s dedicated guide, and he could not bring himself to guide him right away.

“I can’t right now.”

“You can’t?”

“That’s right. If it’s that urgent, the Center can call an emergency guide for you, so do that.”

“Why can’t you.”

“I’m depleted from guiding other Espers since this morning. Guiding you as well would be difficult.”

Heeheon skillfully found an excuse. In fact, if you got down to it, it was not an incorrect statement.

“Hmm…… is that so?”

“Yeah. I can just request a summons to these coordinates, right? Wait a moment.”

Heeheon turned on the power to the goggles on his head. He was about to pull them down over his eyes and communicate with the Center when Cha Mugyeol threw down his tie and stood up.

“Hyung, can you cut it out?”

He strode over with large steps and snatched the goggles from Heeheon, who was standing in the hallway. He stared at the screen that had appeared on the transparent interior for a moment, then lifted the corner of his lips into a faint smile.

Sensuality overflowed from his curved eyes and mesmerizing smile.

“……What are you doing all of a sudden. Give it here.”

“And you, hyung, what exactly is your problem?”

Cha Mugyeol turned off the power to the goggles. It seemed he had remembered Heeheon’s action from a moment ago.

“Why haven’t you changed one bit.”

He pulled Heeheon’s right arm. He seemed to be placing the goggles in his hand, but then he strongly clenched Heeheon’s palm, goggles and all. Startled, Heeheon’s eyes flew wide open.

“Wait a minute, Cha Mugyeol.”

“Let me ask you something. Did I commit some mortal sin? Or what, am I dirty or something?”

Cha Mugyeol did not care whether Baek Heeheon was surprised or not and bound his hand as if to crush it. The joints of his fingers, pressed by the goggles, ached with a tingling pain. Heeheon, who had frozen in surprise, could do nothing but clench his teeth and deny his words.

“It’s not… like that.”

“Not like that, you say. Look me in the eye when you say it.”

“……”

“And here you are, not even looking at me.”

With their hands forcibly clasped, Cha Mugyeol used his fingernail to scrape at the black glove Heeheon was wearing, as if to pry it open. A tiny bit of skin, which had been covered without a single gap by his combat uniform, was revealed. Like a thin sliver of light shining through curtains, his white wrist was defenselessly exposed.

Heeheon, sensing an ominous premonition, pulled his captured arm back. At that, Cha Mugyeol let out a short laugh and pulled Heeheon’s hand more stubbornly, holding on to it. It looked as if they were having a power struggle.

“You flinch and run away from me at every little thing. If I had actually done something to deserve it, at least I wouldn’t feel so shitty.”

He shoved Heeheon against the wall. His back hit the wall and his wrist was bent backward. He lost his grip on the goggles and dropped them to the other side of the hallway.

“Ugh.”

“I’m just thinking, I should have just done something to you from the start.”

Cha Mugyeol pressed his body close so Heeheon could not move, pinning him down, and pulled the black glove off his bent hand. Heeheon tried to stop him.

“Don’t.”

“What’s the big deal about this. Don’t make a fuss.”

He clenched his fist to avoid having his hand held, but it was a futile resistance. Cha Mugyeol clasped one of Heeheon’s hands, their bare skin overlapping.

As their skin touched, he could feel his presence clearly. His core instinctively began to react.

“Ah, heok.”

Esper and guide, their cores synchronized and resonated. Cha Mugyeol, having just manifested, probably could not feel the resonance, but Baek Heeheon felt a tremor so severe deep inside that the top of his head tingled. It went without saying, but this was the first time he had ever guided an S-class Esper.

Cha Mugyeol interlaced his fingers with Heeheon’s. He held on as if enveloping them with both hands, in order to increase the surface area for guiding even a little. Heeheon shook his head with difficulty.

“Stop, ah, it’s too fast.”

“Hm?”

“Like this, I… I told you I can’t…….”

Baek Heeheon struggled to pull his hand away. He tried to subdue him by pushing his right shoulder and bending his elbow joint backward, just as he had been trained, but his core was already being strained.

It was true that he had guided several Espers since the morning, and it was also true that his core was depleted. On top of that, guiding an S-class Esper was a labor that caused an unimaginable overload. So, he could not put any strength into his arms and legs. With his limp body, he could barely stand, let alone subdue Cha Mugyeol.

“Ugh……. Now, now let go.”

“Just a moment.”

“I said let go…….”

“Something, something strange is ringing inside me……. Is this what guiding is?”

“What? Is this your first time?”

“Yeah. Why.”

This was bad.

To think Cha Mugyeol had no experience with guiding. He had not considered it.

No, if he thought about it for just a moment, since a dedicated guide was assigned to him as soon as he arrived in the special residential district, Heeheon had to be his first guiding. It was such an obvious story that it was idiotic of him not to have anticipated it.

It was an emergency situation. To an Esper, a guide is an absolute being. As far as Heeheon knew, an Esper who did not get drawn into guiding could not exist. Any Esper would feel a primitive craving for guiding.

All the more so if it was their first time…….

Moreover, Cha Mugyeol had not yet received training to control it.

Heeheon observed him with a pale face. Soon, the corners of his eyes twitched. His handsome lips slowly parted, and a low sigh escaped between his teeth.

“……Ah.”

His face, as he looked up, gradually changed. His monotonous and indifferent black eyes became momentarily hazy, then gradually took on a heat and began to glow.

Like someone seeing the sun for the first time, like being wrapped alone in immeasurable darkness and then seeing the sunrise emerge over the horizon, Cha Mugyeol was shaken by an irresistible, absolute, and natural attraction.

Seeing the expression that held the thrilling ecstasy, the hot pleasure, and the unfamiliar desire for guiding, Heeheon’s mind went blank. His first time was as overwhelming as a collapsing mountain. It felt like an avalanche had occurred in his heart.

Everything was being swept away.

The indifference he showed on the outside and the emotions he had hidden deep inside were all mixed together indiscriminately and came crashing down. The shock was immense.

However, there was no time to be넋 lost in a daze. The behavior of Cha Mugyeol, who had only been clutching his right hand, changed distinctly. He grabbed Heeheon’s face in a flash. It seemed he no longer had any hesitation in indulging in guiding. Because his very existence was that of an Esper.

“Hyung…….”

Cha Mugyeol called Heeheon in a voice that seemed to have melted.

He had never heard such a sticky and gentle voice before, nor had he ever imagined it even in his dreams. He was on the verge of his face turning the color of a sunset.

“No…….”

“Baek Heeheon.”

“No, please…….”

Heeheon twisted his body with a start.

His core, which had reached its limit, induced pain. It caused a pain as if his heart, where the core was embedded, was being wrung out. His limbs went limp as if paralyzed by the sharp pain. Now he could not even move a single fingertip as he wished.

Heeheon, whose legs had given out, slid down the wall and collapsed, and Cha Mugyeol supported his falling body and gripped his face. His thumb touched his parted lips.

The moment his fingertip touched the soft, thin mucous membrane of his lips, he thought that everything was over.

Cha Mugyeol had already lost his reason.

An Esper’s instinct was leading him instead.

His face, which he had dismissed as an unrealistic illusion and a delusion, drew near. Cha Mugyeol, whom he had miserably craved, whom he had feared so much that he had even abandoned his own life to run away from, and yet whom he had desperately wanted to touch, was within reach. He could feel his ticklish breath.

It was ill-omened from the first moment he saw him.

From the very beginning of meeting him.

Heartbreakingly…….

Without any free will from either of them, their lips met.

It was hot, suffocating, and painful.

To have it reconfirmed, in the most despairing way, that he had wanted something so terrible for so long. It felt like receiving a death sentence. That was how deep it was. It was good to that extent.

The muscles all over his body trembled as if having a seizure. His core, squeezed out and depleted to the last drop, sent his consciousness flying far away. And that was his last memory.

Baek Heeheon fainted as if dead, without even letting out a groan. He sank deep into darkness.

Ever since he was young, he was often told that he was an easy child to understand.

His interests were narrow and deep, so once Baek Heeheon’s heart was set on something, he would quickly become engrossed in it. He would only drink the formula he always drank, only use the things he always used, and after he grew a little older, he was particularly insistent on only one color or shape.

Around the age of 5, there was a period when he liked the color white so much that he would only eat white food. White rice, white kimchi, enoki mushrooms, radish soup, milk. He said he lived like that for almost a year, so his mother’s heart must have been burnt black during that time.

After he turned 8 and started school, he liked round shapes, so he always collected circles. Marbles, coins, baseballs, clocks, buttons. ‘I like circles! I like circles!’ His taste was so firm and clear that he would even pester for a lot of jawbreakers as a birthday present.

He would read only the books he liked until they were worn out dozens of times, learn only the subjects he liked with bright, attentive eyes, and there were a myriad of things that were set in stone, from the store he went to every day, the seat he sat in every day, to his shoes, clothes, bag, and umbrella.

There was a slang term, choice disability or decision disability, but it had nothing to do with Baek Heeheon. For Baek Heeheon, choosing and deciding was the easiest. It was obvious to anyone other than himself. ‘Heeheon’s thing is white. Heeheon likes circles. He likes math, he likes the corner seat, his sneaker laces have to be tied tight, and his umbrella has to be a folding one that pops open with the press of a button.’

So he knew. At first sight. That it was Cha Mugyeol.

It was just decided like that.