Chapter 133
Seokjae enveloped Muyoung’s head with both hands and captured the small tongue that was trying to escape in surprise, coiling around it like a snake. He scraped the roof of Muyoung’s mouth as if tasting it and licked the soft inner lining of his cheeks.
Then, as if it wasn’t enough, he pressed Muyoung’s lower jaw with his thumb while simultaneously grabbing the back of his neck, tilting his head upward.
“Mmph!”
Perhaps startled by the somewhat rough movement, a muffled scream escaped through their connected lips, but Seokjae smiled in satisfaction at the position that would allow him to explore all the way to Muyoung’s throat if he wanted. Instead of continuing to explore inside his mouth, he gently sucked on Muyoung’s lower lip, as if giving the trembling Muyoung a moment to rest.
The slow sensation of lips rubbing against each other felt more stimulating than the intense assault earlier. Additionally, Muyoung, who hadn’t been able to breathe since the kiss began, felt increasingly dizzy.
‘I-I think I’m going to faint…!’
Muyoung, whose reason had returned after being dimmed by survival instinct, pushed Seokjae away strongly.
Slap!
A sharp friction sound occurred as palm met bare skin. Seokjae stepped back as if yielding to the force, noticing that Muyoung hadn’t taken advantage of the break he’d given him.
Smack.
Though reluctant, he bit and tugged at Muyoung’s lip one last time before letting go.
“Ugh-!”
It wasn’t playful—he had bitten hard enough to leave teeth marks, causing considerable pain. After groaning, Muyoung immediately gasped for breath and exclaimed as soon as Seokjae released his lips.
“Huh, huff, hyung! What are you doing?!”
“Kissing, obviously?”
Seokjae shamelessly answered while staring intently at the reddened, swollen lips he had just bitten and sucked. Worried that he might lose his mind again experiencing another incredible thing under Seokjae’s hot gaze, Muyoung hurriedly covered his lips with both hands.
“W-why would you do that!”
“I did it because it’s possible. Did you dislike it?”
“That’s not it, but…”
He couldn’t bring himself to lie and say he disliked it. Before he could properly understand what was happening, he had felt a tingling sensation from his waist to the crown of his head.
As Muyoung trailed off, Seokjae squinted one eye curiously and asked.
“You didn’t dislike it, and we both like each other. Is there anything more important than that?”
“B-both like each other…”
His cheeks flushed momentarily at the explicit words, finally realizing they had just confessed their feelings to each other. But Muyoung soon rubbed his face and groaned. The desperate situation where Seokjae was in mortal danger right after their hearts connected hit him again.
‘Just because hyung is acting like nothing’s wrong doesn’t mean I should too.’
It was a matter of life and death. Even the kindest person might hit him and curse at him, and it wouldn’t be strange at all in this situation.
Yet he didn’t blame Muyoung at all, but kept trying to divert his attention elsewhere. As if he wanted Muyoung not to feel guilty.
‘…Could it be that’s why he said such le-lewd things?’
Mistakenly thinking that Seokjae’s sincere words were deliberately obscene to distract him, Muyoung’s face fell. He was a tiny bit angry at Seokjae for thinking of him even in this situation.
“Of course there is! I’m telling you I was a zombie!”
Determined not to be led along by Seokjae’s wishes anymore, Muyoung took a deep breath, lowered his hands that had been covering his face, and spoke firmly.
“You said you were a zombie? Now you’re human.”
“But what if there’s still a virus in my body?!”
When Muyoung glared and argued, not swayed by Seokjae’s nonchalant attitude, Seokjae tilted his head to the side with a genuinely puzzled expression.
“I’ve already drunk your blood, what difference would mixing in some saliva make?”
“Ugh. M-maybe saliva could be more problematic than blood!”
His face heated up again at Seokjae’s frivolous choice of words, but thinking this too was a ploy, Muyoung stood his ground and refuted as he had resolved to do.
“Or it could be equally not a problem?”
However, Seokjae still didn’t bat an eye, and Muyoung concluded that he wouldn’t easily show weakness honestly. Of course, since the fear didn’t exist in the first place, no matter what he did, such a situation wouldn’t occur.
Firmly believing that Seokjae was pretending to be fine for his sake, Muyoung decided to struggle on his behalf.
“Instead of this, let’s try something else.”
“Like what?”
“Well, that is…”
Unable to think of anything immediately, Muyoung bit his lip gently while racking his brain. Watching him, Seokjae let out a small sigh.
‘If he really cared about me, he’d move things forward instead of doing this.’
Though Muyoung’s attempts to save him were cute, Seokjae had no leisure to just watch since his own fate was uncertain too. So he subtly wrapped his arm around Muyoung’s waist and whispered.
“I’m fine, so—”
“Ah! Throw up! Hyung, hurry and throw up, even now!”
Muyoung suddenly jerked his head up, cutting off Seokjae’s words. Narrowly avoiding the head that nearly hit his chin, Seokjae looked up at the ceiling and spoke with a sigh.
“…That’s not going to help.”
“How would you know without trying?!”
“Well…”
Because I’ve seen someone cut off their finger not wanting to become a zombie. And I know what happened afterward.
Even though they amputated while still completely human with no symptoms, that person eventually became a zombie. With such a persistent virus, vomiting wouldn’t help. Once it entered the body, whether through blood or saliva, it was over.
Just as he opened his mouth to convey this fact, Muyoung’s eyes lit up.
“Hyung, I’m sorry! Try throwing up just once. Just once!”
“Ugh.”
Then he shoved his finger into Seokjae’s mouth. Having acted upon the thought of forcing him to vomit since Seokjae seemed unlikely to follow his words.
Plop.
Of course, Seokjae turned this attack into an opportunity. He quickly grabbed Muyoung’s wrist to block his movement, then bit down on the finger that had been ruthlessly pushed in to tickle his throat and wrapped his tongue around it.
“Eek!”
His tongue tip rubbed from the fingerprint to the wrinkled part where the finger joint folded.
Slurp, slip.
Wet sounds leaked between parted lips, and Muyoung, forgetting his original purpose at Seokjae’s outrageous act, froze stiff like a cat with its fur standing on end.
“No. Instead of wasting time, I’d rather bite and suck on you.”
Seokjae deliberately showed his tongue and slowly licked up Muyoung’s slender middle finger.
“Bi-bite and su…”
Though the words “this isn’t the time” circled in his mouth, he was too shocked to finish speaking and could only gape.
“Do you know how hard it’s been holding back all this time? I can finally taste you, why should I waste time doing useless things?”
Only at this point did Muyoung suspect that all of Seokjae’s words might be sincere. Meanwhile, one word stood out. Noticing this despite his mental confusion, Muyoung quietly repeated the problematic word.
“…Finally?”
It would be a perfectly normal thing to say if they had been nothing more than acquaintances. But perhaps because of their somewhat intimate moment, it sounded as if he had been restraining himself from biting and sucking all this time.
Hearing this whisper, Seokjae realized his slip of the tongue and rolled his eyes.
‘Should I tell him or not…’
He could just make an excuse, saying he meant their hearts connecting, and move on. But… the hope that Muyoung would accept him even knowing everything about him, which he had heard today, happened to come to mind.
“…”
He knew Muyoung liked him. He also learned that Muyoung’s feelings for him were deeper than he had expected because of the incident with Lim Sangjin. For those words to come from the kind-hearted Muyoung’s mouth—telling him not to be kind to others—was tantamount to saying he valued Seokjae far more than others.
In fact, to be precise, he hadn’t said to be unkind to others, just not to be kind, but Seokjae once again interpreted it in a way that suited him.
‘Besides, the fact that I’m terminally ill “for now” doesn’t change…’
Muyoung would resent him if he found out it wasn’t an accident but deliberate. But with Muyoung, as long as it was framed as a last wish before death, he wouldn’t refuse.
Above all, Tae Seokjae was the person Kang Muyoung liked.
After briefly considering various factors, Seokjae tried to ignore any possibility of rejection as much as possible and parted his lips heavily.
“What you’re thinking right now is correct.”
“What?”
“Actually, I’ve known all along that you weren’t human.”
In that moment, Muyoung learned for the first time that a person could hear ringing in their ears when they’re too shocked.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
