Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 74

It seemed he had reached a state of awakening due to the severe stimulation that was Cha Moogyul. Even with a body so exhausted he could collapse at any moment, with his core completely depleted, he couldn’t fall asleep at all. He felt like he was dying from exhaustion and pain, yet he was forcibly kept awake because of Cha Moogyul.

“Should I engrave ‘Gyul,’ or should I engrave ‘Cha Moogyul’… I’ll let you choose that much, hyung.”

Cha Moogyul whispered in a low voice, his lips pressed against Heeheon’s chest. His deep, low voice was chilling, like a tempting song.

“…”

His lower abdomen tightened of its own accord, reacting to him. Due to his excessively sensual actions, atmosphere, voice, expression, and all other factors, the deep inner part of him that had been tamed by Cha Moogyul twitched. It was a relief it wasn’t visible on the outside.

Heeheon gasped and barely managed to reply.

“Why is your taste, really, like that?”

He had said things like ‘honey’ and ‘darling’ were lame and weird.

But wasn’t a tattoo far lamer and more bizarre for anyone to see…?

“Who in the world does something like that…”

“You don’t like it?”

“I don’t like it…”

“You dislike it that much?”

“Yeah, you bastard… not something perverted like that, something…”

If he had to do something… wasn’t there a lot?

The world is full of customs for monopolizing human relationships. Of all the countless good things, why a tattoo of all things…

“I’d rather.”

As Heeheon continued his train of thought with his feverish, tired mind, a bit of his crumpled and hidden inner thoughts inadvertently leaked out. He had kept them hidden so they wouldn’t be discovered, but perhaps he had let his guard down from exhaustion, or perhaps he was bewitched by him, the words just flowed out on their own. He himself didn’t know why he had said them. Was he really planning to pour everything out?

“A… a ring or something.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

I’m going crazy. It’s embarrassing. I feel like I’m going to die of embarrassment. What should I do? What do I do now? I’m worried. And I feel guilty. It’s a mess. Is it okay to be like this?

Is it okay for Baek Heeheon to dare to say such words to Cha Moogyul?

What about his mother?

Ah. Ugh…

I’m sorry…

“A ring?”

He raised his sharp, black eyes and shot a glare at Heeheon. When their eyes met, he was suddenly scared. He wanted to hide somewhere.

“You like things like that?”

I’m fucked. Seriously. I’m fucked.

“No, it’s just, it’s better than a tattoo… is what I mean.”

…Yeah, I like it!

I like things like that!

Heeheon inwardly chewed on a useless curse. It seemed that the more his emotions fluctuated, the more his body’s remaining defense mechanisms were triggered. Like the hard calluses on his hands, like his worn-out fingerprints, did a person’s heart also become misshapen like that after suffering for a long time? He just chewed on his lips out of unnecessary anxiety.

“Should we get rings?”

“…”

“What material?”

“…”

“You’re not going to answer?”

“…I don’t know. Any… thing…”

At that, Cha Moogyul let out a laugh as if he couldn’t believe it.

“‘Anything’ will be ‘anything,’ I’m sure. For someone with such definite tastes and strong likes and dislikes.”

“…”

Lying down next to Heeheon, he pulled him close by the waist with one arm. The other arm he placed behind Heeheon’s neck so he could use it as a pillow.

“No. Does it mean you’ll dislike whatever we do?”

Heeheon stiffened his body as if he were dead and just quietly blinked his eyes.

He trembled with anxiety, worried, hesitated, and all sorts of whirlwinds raged in his mind. For so long, Heeheon had been alone, lonely and isolated, with only frustration and powerlessness as his companions. It was a life where it was natural to avoid and push away rather than to break and collide. It had to be that way. So for Heeheon to approach Cha Moogyul and reveal himself was…

But,

still,

just this once…

After a long silence, Heeheon finally opened his mouth, his voice so small it was barely audible.

“…Pla… tinum…”

“Platinum?”

“…Yeah.”

“Okay. Now sleep.”

“…”

“I’ll put your pajamas on you when you’ve calmed down a bit. Don’t have any nightmares.”

Eastern Development Zone.

A gentle breeze blew over the tall boundary barrier. The blue sky, free of fine dust, was dazzlingly clear, and the temperature was just right and pleasant.

“It’s a good day for hunting creatures, sir.”

In the guard post set up on the barrier, awakened beings dressed in black combat uniforms and fully armed were gathered in formation. They were the members of the 2nd Special Task Force, who had been reassigned the field mission that had fortunately been concluded early last time.

One of the members, who was observing the outside of the boundary wall by optically zooming in with the telescopic camera function of his special military goggles, reported on the field situation.

“The β-creatures detected within the 3rd Development Zone have been identified as 4 clusters. There are 6 leopard-types, 5 ostrich-types, 12 gorilla-types, and 7 snake-types, for a total of 30.”

“That’s a moderate number. We’ll advance at noon as scheduled.”

“Yes, sir!”

Boundary barriers are classified into two types.

The inner boundary wall, which divides residential districts from each other, and the outer boundary wall, which divides residential districts from the outside.

At this time, the inner boundary wall was for dividing human residential sectors such as the special residential district, the 1st residential district, and the 2nd residential district, while the outer boundary wall was the true boundary wall outside the general residential district to block creatures.

The area outside the outer boundary wall was named the development zone, which literally meant a ‘development’ zone. In other words, it was land that humanity had to newly open up and cultivate.

Awakened beings on long-term field assignments would station themselves in harsh environments for several months, search for and kill the creatures that had occupied the area, dispose of the non-degradable waste remnants of the old human era such as concrete, plastic, and scrap metal, and finally, build an additional outer boundary wall on the outskirts.

What is born through such a process of perseverance is a development zone, and only after a certain grace period, a rigorous safety review, and the construction of buildings does it get promoted to a general residential district. Only then can hopeful migrants settle and live there.

“But it’s really strange, sir. The other development zones were promoted to general residential districts without any problems long ago, but I don’t know why creatures are constantly being detected only in the 3rd Development Zone.”

“Ha, that’s why the East is so infamous, sir. No matter how many you kill, creatures are discovered somewhere, so the mission never ends… Isn’t it enough to make a ghost cry?”

“Ugh, the creatures can’t even reproduce, but they keep popping up, really… I don’t know if there’s a hole in the outer boundary wall somewhere.”

“Hey, hey, no way. It’s not like only one or two units were assigned the mission, and they all completed their checks according to regulations.”

The members of the 2nd Special Task Force chatted during the brief interval before deployment. Although the number of creatures was large and the mission was dangerous, no one was particularly trembling or nervous. It was probably because of their affiliation.

They were from the Special Task Force, where only those with outstanding records from the combat units are selected, and not just any, but the 2nd Special Task Force. While not as famous as the 1st Special Task Force, which is the symbol of the Center and has the highest prestige, the 2nd Special Task Force was also composed of excellent veteran members, none of whom were lacking in skill.

“Excuse me, but Captain Sung, sir. What have you been thinking about so blankly since a while ago?”

One of the members, holding a long rifle pointed downwards, casually called out to Captain Sung Ahwon of the 2nd Special Task Force. Captain Sung, who was completely lost in his own thoughts, was quiet without reacting to being called.

His head was bowed deeply, his shoulders were slumped, and despite his large, muscular frame, he looked as dejected as a puppy whose treat had been taken away.

“Captain, sir?”

“…”

“Captain, sir… Hey, Second Lieutenant Yoo. What’s wrong with the captain?”

“Ah, well, he got his heart broken, sir.”

“What?”

“He got his heart broken, sir.”

At those words, the eyes of the 2nd Special Task Force members all turned to Captain Sung Ahwon. Captain Sung’s brown hair, with his head bowed, looked unusually lifeless and dull, and his complexion was pale and bluish. His bright eyes, his pride, were also empty and powerless now.

“Captain, sir, did you really get your heart broken? You, sir?”

“No, how could the captain, of all people?”

“Don’t joke around, sir. It’s funny.”

As attention focused on him and a slight commotion arose, Captain Sung gloomily raised his head.

“Haaa…”

He let out a deep sigh and slowly looked over his comrades who were questioning him insistently. Everyone’s eyes were burning. Every single one of them had an expression that said they were dying of curiosity.

“Well, you see…”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, Captain, sir.”

“I, before the field assignment, asked him to contact me through my personal line, but if there’s been no contact until now, I suppose there’s no hope, right…?”

“Oh. Absolutely no hope, sir.”

“Yes, sir, definitely no hope, sir.”

“You got properly dumped, sir.”

“…I even confessed that I liked him outright, but if the answer I got was that he couldn’t see me that way, then it’s a broken heart… right?”

“Mm. Mm. For sure, sir.”

“There’s no more perfect a heartbreak than that, sir.”

“It means get lost, I don’t want to see your face, something like that, sir.”

The members of the 2nd Special Task Force, thoroughly enjoying themselves, grinned and teased Captain Sung. They were undoubtedly true comrades. They all expected that after this much prodding, Captain Sung would cheer up and respond with his usual bright smile.

“…Yeah…”

However, Captain Sung Ahwon became even more gloomy, his face turning dark, and his broad shoulders deflating like a popped balloon.

Only then did the members grasp the situation and exchange glances. Inevitably, Second Lieutenant Yoo, who was from the same combat unit as Captain Sung Ahwon, stepped forward to sort out the situation.