Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 78

Startled, Heeheon’s eyes darted around. His gaze fluttered from the floor paved with large marble tiles, to the ceiling embedded with white lights, and finally, it flew over to brush against Cha Moogyul’s face.

A faint anger lingered in those sculpted features, like a chiseled statue. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lower jaw was tensed, the muscles rigid.

Cha Moogyul slammed the locker door shut and immediately reached out, pulling Heeheon in by the waist.

“You seem to have a lot on your mind.”

His lips came at the nape of his neck as if to attack.

Just as he thought, is he going to kiss me?, he was bitten hard.

“Ah…!”

For a moment, he thought his neck was going to snap.

After biting Heeheon, Cha Moogyul slowly licked the reddened, bitten area with his tongue. Was this giving the disease and then the cure? The stinging pain, the sticky sensation—whatever it was, it jolted his mind awake.

‘Why is he angry again? What’s bothering him?’

His bitten neck hurt so much he couldn’t think of anything. Flustered, Heeheon tried to push his shoulders to get him off.

“What are you thinking about. Just stop tormenting me out of the blue.”

Far from letting go, Cha Moogyul wrapped both arms tightly around Heeheon’s waist and buried his lips in his cheek. Pressing Heeheon firmly against him, he muttered suggestively. His characteristic, restrained low voice echoed as if they were in a cave.

“You act in a way that makes me want to torment you, hyung.”

“What did I do?”

“You keep frowning.”

Was my expression that strange just now?

“Whatever, turn your head.”

Why does he want me to turn my head again?

…Because he doesn’t want to look at me?

Heeheon reluctantly turned his head toward the opposite wall. At that, Cha Moogyul let out a sharp, derisive laugh.

“The fuck are you doing, you should turn it toward me.”

Ah…

Toward Cha Moogyul. To look at Cha Moogyul. After a moment of hesitation, Heeheon turned his head the other way to look at him.

“Didn’t you mean for me to get my face out of the way?”

To that, he replied with a smiling face. His lips were definitely curved upwards, but his jet-black eyes were not smiling.

“As if I would.”

Cha Moogyul pressed his lips against the face turned toward him. It seemed like a light touch, but then, just as when he had chewed on his neck, this time he bit down hard on his lower lip and ground his teeth.

It hurt so much it felt like the flesh would be torn off, so Heeheon scratched his back. Cha Moogyul chewed on his lip until the skin was just about to break, then pulled away and shot Heeheon a fierce glare.

“Don’t think about useless things. Do it again and I’ll chew up your tongue too.”

Wow. Now he’s even giving me crap for just thinking…

Heeheon retorted briefly with a sigh.

“I wasn’t thinking about anything special.”

“Really? What were you thinking about?”

“Just.”

“Just what?”

“The r…”

The r…ing…

…

“…I can’t say it because I’m afraid you’ll laugh at me.”

He felt like he would call him childish this time too. Over a mere ring. Heeheon sighed quietly to himself.

Cha Moogyul was watching Heeheon with a flash in his upturned eyes. Seeing his discomfort, he must have made some sort of judgment, because he clicked his tongue forcefully.

“Right. I’m sure you’re distressed.”

He pinched Heeheon’s soft cheek, as he had always done. His white skin stretched elastically under his hand as he twisted and pulled as if to torment him, causing a slight pain.

“You must be worried about the situation at your family home. And living entangled with me must be horrifying.”

“…”

“And on top of that, you have to provide guiding meticulously?”

He let go of his cheek and languidly trailed his other hand down his side. His touch reached from his waist, along his side, down to his pelvis.

“Your story is quite tragic. That’s why I’m not touching you.”

Suddenly, his hand, which had settled on his backside, gripped a handful of his buttock firmly. It felt as if all the flesh was being caught in his large hand, and he reflexively stiffened his waist and straightened his spine.

“Hey!”

“I know I should exercise restraint, but that’s not exactly.”

Restraint, what restraint…

Heeheon, who had shouted, quietly closed his mouth.

Come to think of it, the last time they had done it was in the general residential district. They hadn’t had sex once since coming back.

Right after they returned, Heeheon’s mind and body had been a complete wreck, and after that, he had needed a recovery period due to the strenuous guiding he had performed. And then he had been so completely captivated by the ring that he had lost track of it.

‘That’s right. Lately, even when we share a bed, we’ve just been holding each other and sleeping.’

Heeheon kept his captured body still and breathed precariously. Cha Moogyul had done it nonstop ever since they started sleeping together, so much so that he had felt he was being treated like a sex toy, but now that things were like this, it felt very strange. The fact that Cha Moogyul felt a clear desire for him and was even restraining it didn’t feel bad at all. Because Heeheon had always been that way… he couldn’t help but be pleased that Cha Moogyul was in a similar state.

“…”

Heeheon raised his eyes and gazed up at his face. In any case, his stamina had returned now, his condition had recovered, and they had come too far down a road to deny or refuse the physical relationship itself.

“Cha Moogyul…”

“Yeah?”

“If you’re going to pick a fight over something like that, then just do it.”

“Just do it?”

“If you keep biting me here and there like this, I won’t have any flesh left.”

“You say that so easily. If I touch you once, I’ll have to go all the way.”

He squeezed Heeheon’s buttock once more with force, and then just let it go. But, as if his irritation was still surging, he muttered a curse and poked the flesh with his index finger.

“If you start talking about dying again, hyung, I won’t be able to just let it slide this time. The preparations are finished too.”

“Preparations, what preparations… the collar?”

“Is that all? The basement, too.”

Wow. That crazy bastard. That fucking psycho.

“…Was there a basement somewhere? I didn’t know.”

“There is. A hidden door. Of course, the stairs are hidden too.”

“…”

His breath caught in his throat. Of course, Cha Moogyul wasn’t the type to make empty threats, and it seemed likely he had meticulously planned and prepared it from the start, but hearing such specific details was a different matter. To think that while Heeheon was drunk with joy and fidgeting over the ring, Cha Moogyul had been seriously constructing a way to lock and bind Heeheon in a basement.

Aren’t they the only two people on the entire planet who would have a conversation about whether or not to imprison one of them in a basement after exchanging couple rings? Heeheon muttered in vain.

“But. There’s a bit of a contradiction in what you said.”

Heeheon firmly grabbed his hand, which was toying with the area around his lower body. Of all things, it was his left hand again.

“It’s not like I’m some kind of extreme puritan… I don’t think about killing myself just from doing it a few times.”

The ring on his finger immediately caught his eye. A dazzlingly pure white platinum ring. And on its surface, an engraving, faint and small, as if it could be seen and not seen. Heon.

He still wasn’t used to the ring on his own finger, so there was no way he could be alright after seeing the ring constricting Cha Moogyul’s finger.

Cha Moogyul’s jet-black eyes flashed ominously.

“I’m not a fan of bluffing. Especially from someone who’d rather die than get fucked by his little brother.”

His blood running dry from the boiling ambivalent feelings, Heeheon whispered to him as if in pain.

“…I hated being treated one-sidedly by you. And because I was ashamed to face my mother…”

“Really?”

“Yeah. That’s right…”

“Hyung. Do you even know what you’re saying right now?”

The back of his neck prickled.

It was embarrassing, but for a moment, he was slightly overwhelmed by his deep voice.

“What now…”

“Did you change your strategy to trying to sweet-talk me since looking down on me isn’t working… The way you’re talking right now, it sounds like you’re asking to be fucked.”

“…”

“Is that your intention? You want to get fucked?”

“…”

Heeheon couldn’t bring himself to answer at all.

At some point, he had stopped being able to blink. His dry eyeballs felt stiff, his lips were parched, and his pulse quickened.

He did feel the impulse to just crash into Cha Moogyul and pour everything out, but as you could see, the brakes were still being applied every time he tried to say something.

To reveal his inner thoughts, that is, the self he had hidden… frankly, he had no idea when, how, at what timing, or in what way he should open the floodgates. His brain felt as white as a snowfield.

Heeheon was in the dead of winter right now.

If only he could convey his thoughts completely without having to speak, the ordeal Baek Heeheon was going through right now would become easy and simple. He didn’t know why it was so desperate and difficult.

The last time they did guiding, he felt like he had connected with him on some level, and he wondered if he could somehow revive that sensation from back then.

“…I.”

Heeheon glanced at the ring occupying his left ring finger.

The glittering light flickered like a lantern trying to tempt Heeheon.

His watching eyes trembled. His stomach felt like it was turning inside out, and it felt like his outer skin and inner skin were being switched.

After pondering for a long while and hesitating, Heeheon trailed off in an unconfident tone.

“If I suggest we do it… would that be bad?”

From the beginning, Heeheon was a person who wanted to touch Cha Moogyul so much that he had felt revulsion at his own inability to refuse him. Pale-faced, Heeheon hesitated, then slowly blinked about three times and moved his lips for no reason.

“I have desires and things like that too, obviously. And you know I like men.”

Cha Moogyul was completely convinced that Baek Heeheon detested and hated him terribly, so much so that he asserted it without a shadow of a doubt. It seemed like even if he were to deny that revulsion was all there was, he wouldn’t believe him. Even if he confessed that there were other emotions, he would probably dismiss it as a lie or an excuse and ignore it.

“As long as you don’t treat me too roughly, like just some random fuck toy…”

“…”

“So, if it’s by mutual agreement, that kind of thing, it’s just… whatever.”