Chapter 132
Slurp- slurp. Seokjae immediately licked away the blood before the scent could spread. Except for the occasional wet sounds that echoed through the room, the only sound was Muyoung’s trembling breath.
‘Hmm, it tastes better than I expected.’
Whether Muyoung was in shock or not, Seokjae evaluated the tangy taste filling his mouth.
Was it because the blood belonged to Muyoung? Around the time he was starting to adapt to and even enjoy the metallic taste that shouldn’t be pleasant at all, the zombie’s presence that had been approaching gradually receded and then completely disappeared.
Whether it had gone elsewhere or returned to lick the blood trail after realizing there was no prey at the end, he wasn’t sure. But it seemed unlikely to return with any ordinary disturbance.
After rolling his eyes and listening intently to outside sounds for a few more seconds while holding his breath, Seokjae gave the wound one final lick like an animal grooming its mate and pulled away.
“Ugh.”
Muyoung, who had been too shocked by Seokjae consuming his blood to feel the stinging pain, let out a small groan. It was because when Seokjae moved away, cold air brushed against the wound, creating a sensation like being stabbed with a needle.
“Are you cold? Want me to hug you?”
Seeing Muyoung shiver once as goosebumps ran down his spine, Seokjae spread his arms.
‘That’s not the issue right now!!’
To be so carefree, with such a nonchalant face, caring for him without even realizing what he’d done! Muyoung felt like tearing his hair out and stomping his feet in frustration.
Remembering with his last shred of reason that he shouldn’t make loud noises, Muyoung instead grabbed Seokjae’s arms and whispered:
“Hyung, what… what did you just do?”
His voice trembled, the shock not easily subsiding. In response, Seokjae, seemingly convinced he was cold, pulled him tightly into his embrace and whispered in his ear:
“Sorry if I surprised you. If the blood smell was the problem, I thought it needed to be eliminated, and this was the only method that came to mind.”
Muyoung’s body was completely enveloped by Seokjae’s larger frame, and his body, which had grown cold from fear, was warmed by Seokjae’s body heat.
Since regaining proper temperature sensation, he had never had such a large area of bare skin touching, so despite the inappropriate situation, instinctively like a cat on an electric blanket, the tension that had built up in his body relaxed. Noticing this change, Seokjae rubbed his cheek against the top of Muyoung’s head and said:
“If you’re worried about hygiene, I have disinfectant. And gauze too.”
“That’s not the issue…”
As the fear that had consumed his entire body subsided due to Seokjae’s affectionate skinship, his mind began to function properly.
‘Am I really an idiot? Instead of scolding him, I should be on my knees apologizing…’
That’s right. Muyoung wasn’t in a position to be angry. Seokjae didn’t know anything and had consumed his blood thinking he was human.
‘If he had known, he would never have eaten it unless he was out of his mind.’
So this was an accident caused by his deception, by not telling Seokjae he was a zombie. In fact, Seokjae should be the one angry with him.
‘If I had known this would happen, I should have told him from the beginning.’
Being greedy because he wanted to stay by his side, he ultimately caused trouble in the end. Muyoung felt like crying and buried his face deep in the broad chest.
What would I do if this warmth turns cold?
“Sniff“
“Then what’s the problem? You need to tell me for me to know.”
As he sniffled, suppressing the tears that were welling up, Seokjae whispered in his ear. Even though it would be reasonable for him to be bewildered by Muyoung’s complaints and sudden tears after helping him, he was instead comforting him gently.
“Huu…”
If he revealed the truth… soon, this tenderness might never be directed at him again. Thinking this, a wave of sorrow rose, but it was his own karma, so he had to accept it.
Muyoung decided to pull away first, afraid he would be deeply hurt if Seokjae pushed him away. Breaking free from his embrace by pushing with both hands, Muyoung hung his head low and immediately apologized. It wasn’t something that could end with just an apology, but he couldn’t not do it either.
“Hyung, hyung. I’m really, really sorry.”
“…”
“I, I’m actually not human. No, I’m becoming human now, hic, no… I think I’ve become one. But I wasn’t before, you know? Hic. When I woke up, I was alone, tied up in a hotel, sob…”
Tears that he had been holding back started flowing as soon as he began speaking, but he couldn’t stop, so between hiccups, he confessed everything. From the fact that he had been a mutant zombie to how he had started following Seokjae as a fan.
“I, I’m your fan, you know?”
“…Fan?”
“Yes, yes. Not in a weird way, but because you’re so cool, I wanted to keep watching you…”
After listening silently, Seokjae questioned him for the first time when he confessed his fan devotion.
For a moment, Muyoung regretted saying it, but having painfully learned that secrets eventually become poison, he told everything while he was confessing. Seokjae might reject him, and in the worst case, if he became a zombie, this might be the last chance to confess.
The zombies had reacted to his blood. In other words, if he had become closer to being human, there was a possibility Seokjae might not change. But this was just a hypothesis. Even if he became human again, he might still carry the virus.
“That’s, that’s all. There’s really n-nothing else I’m hiding…”
As the tearful confession came to an end.
‘I can see well, hear well, and have no muscle spasms. Seeing that I’m still fine, did God grant permission to eat him?’
Seokjae was checking his heartbeat, vision, hearing, and other senses. It was a gamble based on the same considerations Muyoung had thought about.
It might seem reckless, but in fact, he didn’t care if the gamble failed and he became a zombie. He was likely to die soon anyway.
Rather, he sincerely thought it would be a good death to become a zombie because of Muyoung. It would leave a deep wound for Muyoung, but if he was going to die… he had long decided that at the end, it wouldn’t be himself that remained, but Muyoung. He didn’t regret his choice.
‘Hmm, but just in case, I should hurry and do something.’
Although quite some time had passed while Muyoung cried and told everything, it might take longer to change. He wanted to do everything he could while he was still conscious.
“Muyoung. Isn’t there something else you’re still hiding?”
“Huh? No? I really told you everything…”
Tears had made his entire face—around his eyes, the bridge of his nose—red and moist. As Muyoung looked up at him in that state, Seokjae stared at him quietly before tilting his head and saying:
“You like me, don’t you?”
“What…? I told you that earlier…”
“Not about being a fan or whatever. You get hard right away when I touch you.”
Hard? What…?
Blinking with round eyes at the sudden remark, Muyoung realized where Seokjae’s eyes were directed—to his lower body—and his face heated up in a different way than before.
“That! That’s! Well, that is!”
He hurriedly covered his crotch with both hands. Everything from the back of his neck to his chest had turned red. Since he was still shirtless, there was no fabric to hide his reddened body.
Looking at the fully exposed body, Seokjae quietly licked his lips and deliberately spoke with an air of disappointment:
“A normal fan wouldn’t get erections like that… Why would you lie and say you’re a fan when you fell for me at first sight?”
“It’s not a lie, I really was just purely a fan at first…!”
“What did you want to do as a fan?”
“Just, just keep watching you, and be b-beside you. Want to do everything for you, that kind of thing…”
The confession, which had suddenly taken on a different meaning from before, made Muyoung fidget with his clasped hands. He had expected Seokjae to despise him and tell him to leave immediately, not to end up confessing his love. His heart was beating as if it would burst.
‘This is ridiculous… Normally, when people have such thoughts, wouldn’t they first think they’re in love? Why did he suddenly veer into talking about being a fan?’
Wondering what kind of person had taught him such a misunderstanding, Seokjae let out a derisive laugh.
“Then I guess I was your fan too.”
“…What?”
“From the beginning, I also felt like I was going to die wanting to keep you by my side. Wanting to see everything, wanting you to entrust everything to me.”
The shock at his crude words was momentary; the explicit, affectionate words that followed made Muyoung’s entire body tingle from fingertips to toes, forcing him to cover his ears. At this reaction, Seokjae raised one eyebrow.
“That’s harsh, I’m confessing sincerely… Do you dislike hearing it that much?”
“It’s, it’s not that. I’m just em-embarrassed…!”
“Yeah, I’m really embarrassed too. So listen properly just this once so I can say it. Don’t be embarrassed.”
Despite sounding like he was asking, his large hand grabbed Muyoung’s pale wrist, removing it from his ear, and didn’t let go. Thus, Muyoung was helplessly forced to hear everything Seokjae had to say.
“Did you hear me well?”
“Yes, yes…”
From around the point where he talked about wanting to lick his hands, Muyoung’s soul was half gone, so he couldn’t remember properly. But afraid that if he said he hadn’t listened well, he would have to hear that love confession with its lewd talk again, Muyoung frantically nodded.
“Really?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Then can I kiss you?”
“Yes… What?”
Simultaneously with his surprised question after answering mechanically:
“Hup.”
Muyoung tightly closed his eyes at the hot flesh invading his mouth and the pitch-black eyes staring intently at his face.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
