Midday Guest Chapter 45

Before he knew it, they had reached the entrance of the hill road leading to Haeundang. To wrap up the conversation appropriately, Yiwon lightly tossed out a routine remark.

“Then, please stop by sometime later.”

“…Huh?”

A brief silence followed. Park Junseo, who had been dazed like someone struck by something, scratched his neck for a long while before meeting Yiwon’s eyes.

“…To Haeundang? Really?”

“Yes, well. Later, whenever there is an opportunity.”

Park Junseo seemed to be genuinely contemplating the words Yiwon had said out of politeness. After blinking his noticeably wavering eyes once, he opened his mouth.

“…Wow.”

“……”

“Well, then I’ll be going for today. We ran into each other suddenly without a plan, so, yeah. Instead, let’s definitely have coffee together next time. Have a meal, too. It would be even better if we could talk for a long time then.”

“Yes, sunbae.”

Park Junseo poured out his words, even stuttering. It was a sight quite in contrast to Yiwon’s calm gaze.

“I—I’ll be going now. See you again!”

Park Junseo moved away with a broad smile. He even looked back occasionally and waved his hand. Seeing as he did that even during the moment they parted on the office opening day, it seemed to be a habit.

Since it felt awkward to wave back, Yiwon simply bowed his head.

Standing straight in his spot, the empty parking lot caught his eye anew. Yiwon stared at the empty space the entire time he waited for Park Junseo to turn the corner of the alley.

When will Cha Seokjoo return?

Yiwon kept thinking only that until Park Junseo disappeared from his sight.

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The tropical night was brutal. He had fallen asleep with the air conditioner on, but why was it so hot? Yiwon spread his body out in a large X-shape and pushed the blanket far away.

His arm bumped into something. Yiwon looked around and blinked. Cha Seokjoo was lying beside him, though he hadn’t known when the man had returned.

“……”

It wasn’t that it was hot; it was that it was heavy. Because the man had wrapped Yiwon in his arms, holding him so he couldn’t escape.

Feeling that he was naked even in the dark hours of dawn, Yiwon lay quietly in a “attention” posture. Once he regained his senses, he realized Cha Seokjoo’s large palm was covering Yiwon’s stomach.

He carefully grabbed the wrist and placed it on the floor. He tried to stealthily turn over on his side, but he was pulled back into Cha Seokjoo’s embrace.

“…Ah.”

Before he had a chance to think about what was happening, he buried his nose in a chest as hard as a rock and held his breath. His whole face tingled, vibrating with a “zing” sensation.

“Ugh….”

“Sorry, I couldn’t control my strength.”

A large hand covered Yiwon’s cheek and nose area, rubbing it gently. The arm wrapped around his back pulled Yiwon even deeper into the embrace.

“When did you arrive?”

“Not long ago.”

He tilted only his head back to check the clock. 5:00 AM. Outside was growing faintly bright as if the sun were about to rise soon.

The man had definitely said it might take a few days. Unable to believe it was really him in the darkness, Yiwon covered the man’s cheek with his hand. It wasn’t a dream. It was definitely the real thing.

“My house was only ten minutes away, but why did I think of this place more?”

“……”

“I’m dying of sleep. I need to sleep more.”

“Then please sleep more.”

“You sleep, too.”

Having finished speaking, Cha Seokjoo quickly fell into a deep sleep. He buried his face in the nape of Yiwon’s neck and, breathing out ticklish breaths, fell into a sleep as deep as a faint.

Judging by the fact that he said he just arrived, he must have arrived at dawn, yet he smelled like someone who had just finished a shower.

The skin brushing against his was cool and smooth. It felt as if even the summer would avoid this man. Yiwon also fell asleep while holding Cha Seokjoo.

Only then was he able to sleep deeply.

When he opened his eyes again, it was past 10:00 AM.

Cha Seokjoo was still beside him.

Yiwon held back the corners of his mouth that were trying to creep up and clung tightly to Cha Seokjoo. Perhaps the man’s words about dying of sleep weren’t a lie, as he did not wake even at Yiwon’s tossing and turning.

The dawn had passed, and the sun was hot. A text alert for a heatwave warning had already arrived on his phone. The phrase advising to refrain from outdoor activities stood out particularly large.

He settled back into place using the man’s arm as a pillow. Just before closing his eyes, Yiwon rose up against the bedding and saw the shirt draped carelessly on the table.

There was a stain. But the color was a bit strange. A dark red, hardened cluster that even affected the surrounding fabric.

…Blood?

Surely not.

Tap, tap. Yiwon, who was drumming his fingertips on the floor, jumped up and stretched his arm out. He pulled the shirt toward him, touched it with his hand, and smelled it with his nose.

He hoped he was wrong, but he wasn’t. Centered around a part as large as a palm, the stains splattered here and there were clearly dried bloodstains.

Is he hurt?

Was he sleeping this deeply because he was hurt?

His breath felt as if it were being choked off.

With hurried hands, he stripped away the blanket first. Cha Seokjoo was lying naked as usual, and Yiwon was able to examine him without difficulty.

The part where the blood was on the shirt was the left lower abdomen.

But why is it here,

“……”

Perfectly fine.

Yiwon grabbed the man’s waist and turned him over so hard it made a “thud” sound. His side, his back—everything was fine. There wasn’t a single scratch.

“…Wow.”

A voice not yet fully awake rose from the floor.

“Is it because you’re young? To be this energetic from the morning.”

“……”

“You’re going to break an old man’s back.”

“……”

“I didn’t know you’d wake up your cock before your brain even wakes up.”

Yiwon let out a gasp and pulled his hands away. He held his hands high like someone startled by something, then took the blanket that had been pushed aside and covered Cha Seokjoo’s body neatly.

Something strange continued to grow beneath the single-layered blanket, which was thin for summer. Ah, a troubled sound leaked from Yiwon’s mouth.

“Good morning, right?”

“…Uh, yes….”

“Right.”

“…That is….”

“It wasn’t bad. Continue what you were doing.”

“…What I was doing, it wasn’t anything like that….”

“Strange. Why did you change your mind so quickly?”

Cha Seokjoo spread his hand wide and snatched Yiwon’s wrist.

“Ah, is touching a sleeping guy your taste? Then I’ll pretend to sleep again.”

“Ah, no. I don’t have that kind of taste… Ugh.”

During a single blink of his eyes, his body was yanked forward.

Yiwon, who ended up lying prone next to Cha Seokjoo, rolled his eyes upward. He scanned Cha Seokjoo’s expression and looked over his upper body, including his neck and shoulders. Thinking that perhaps he was hurt somewhere else and blood had splattered and gotten on the shirt there.

“You’re strange today. What are you doing?”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, of course.”

“Ah, what a relief….”

“What have you been talking about for a while now?”

Only then did Yiwon relax and collapse onto Cha Seokjoo’s body.

“Speak up.”

“Actually, I thought you were hurt.”

“Who?”

“You, Director.”

“Me?”

Cha Seokjoo reacted as if he were hearing someone else’s story. Letting out a laugh through his nose, he closed his eyes and smiled.

“That’s the funniest and most absurd story I’ve heard all year.”

“…Since the shirt is in that state, of course I’d have strange thoughts.”

“Right, I suppose so. I should have changed my clothes before coming. I was so crazy about getting here that I didn’t think of that, I suppose.”

What could have happened?

While Yiwon looked up at Cha Seokjoo, Cha Seokjoo folded his arm and rested his hand on Yiwon’s buttocks. As if finding it absurd, the man, who occasionally let out a laugh from his throat, lifted his head slightly. One eyebrow went way up, and his brow furrowed.

“What is this now?”

“…What is what?”

“Why are you wearing clothes? I told you not to be wearing them when you sleep.”

Yiwon rolled his eyes to check his own appearance. Loose shorts and a short-sleeved T-shirt. It was the pajamas Yiwon had enjoyed wearing until he began sharing bodies with Cha Seokjoo.

“There’s no reason to take everything off when sleeping alone….”

“Then if there are two. If there are two, will you take everything off?”

“Pardon?”

“Now there are two. You should strip, then.”

Cha Seokjoo completely stripped off the clothes Yiwon was wearing. Holding the smoothly winding body in his arms, he took a large bite of the cheek. It was to the point of leaving a tooth mark.

“…Ugh.”

“But do you know what?”

“Wh—what?”

“That you haven’t checked the most important place.”

“Where? Does it really hurt somewhere?”

In the interval of his hesitation as he felt tears stinging his eyes, Cha Seokjoo grabbed Yiwon’s hands together. Reaching under the single-layered blanket and placing them between his legs, he kissed the area below the ear.

“From now on, check here first.”

“…Ah.”

Tension and relaxation came one after another in a short moment, and his strength completely drained away. While Yiwon held his weakened hands limp, Cha Seokjoo rubbed the slender wrists hard against his crotch.

“Aren’t you going to check?”

“……”

“A patient is pleading like this. You should look into it at least once.”

“It—it seems you’re perfectly fine.”

“Feel it well.”

“You’re really okay….”

“Since you made it stand, take responsibility.”

“……”

“If you understand, finish the examination, Doctor Jung Yiwon.”

Cha Seokjoo laughed like a pervert and nodded his cock. This man, as if he had no sense of shame, called Yiwon “Doctor” with his naked body and said strange things about wanting an examination.

“Check if there are any other injuries elsewhere as well.”

“……”

“Aren’t you going to examine me? The patient is about to run out of breath.”

Yiwon’s face burned red as he felt the testicles pressed against the floor and the firmly rising shaft. Yiwon asked while blinking.

“Should I really look for you?”

“Yes, Doctor.”