Side Story 10
Siwoo gazed at the sleeping Jihan for a long time.
Various thoughts crossed through Siwoo’s blue eyes as he blinked slowly. After wiping the rest of Jihan’s sweat and checking his temperature again, he gave him one last tight hug.
At that moment, a small presence was detected beyond the door. After cleaning himself with a towel, Siwoo put on his clothes and got up from the bed when he heard scratching at the door.
Meow.
When he opened the door, a tiny face perked up. The ball of fluff meowed and climbed onto Siwoo’s foot, showing much affection.
“Did you wake up from your nap?”
As he picked up the small body and stroked it, the yawning kitten stretched its spiky-furred legs. He went downstairs slowly while watching it stretch.
He thought the living room would be empty, but both Geonho and Seojun were out there. It was late and so quiet that he thought they’d both gone to their rooms.
An alcohol bottle hit Siwoo’s toe and rolled away. These guys had drunk themselves into a stupor again.
Geonho was at least lying on his side on the sofa, but the maknae was in worse shape. He was sprawled with his face planted on the coffee table surrounded by empty bottles.
They seemed to have drunk more than last time. Siwoo sighed and went to get a blanket from his room.
“Hey, lie down properly to sleep.”
He whispered quietly, just loud enough for Seojun to hear, as he lifted his face. The strong smell of alcohol emanated from his parted lips in his sleep.
Meow.
The kitten disliked the smell too and went to Siwoo’s room. Understandably so. Siwoo’s eyebrows furrowed involuntarily with each breath Seojun exhaled.
What made them drink so much this time? It couldn’t be because they were upset about Yoo Jihan being sick.
Just as he tilted Seojun’s upper body back to lean against the sofa, their eyes met. Golden eyes gleaming even in the darkness reached Siwoo.
“Did you do it?”
Siwoo laughed at the ridiculous question that came as soon as Seojun woke up. He immediately understood why they had been drinking.
“I did. What are you going to do about it?”
Seojun groaned when Siwoo pinched his mouth that reeked of alcohol. As if it hurt.
Siwoo patted the sofa, gesturing for him to lie up there. But Seojun didn’t move an inch and just looked up at Siwoo while leaning his back against the sofa.
“What if you catch his cold?”
“I won’t.”
“You might.”
Seojun caressed Siwoo’s face and neck. He looked worried that Jihan’s high fever might have been transmitted to him.
So what if I catch it? Seeing Jihan laughing weakly while sick even made him want to catch the cold instead.
“Guide-nim can’t get sick.”
As if reading his mind, Seojun murmured in a low voice. His languid golden eyes stared at Siwoo as if clinging to him.
“If Guide-nim gets sick, it’s too sad.”
“…Hey, don’t drink.”
Siwoo, taken aback by Seojun’s moistened eyes, covered him with the blanket. Seojun shook his head saying he didn’t need it, and even began to sniffle.
Did this guy have a crying habit when drunk? He didn’t know since he had never drunk with them until they were intoxicated.
“Why does Guide-nim get sick so easily? Frequent fevers. Not gaining weight.”
Seojun touched Siwoo’s thin body and sighed deeply. Siwoo didn’t stop him and let him do as he pleased.
Seojun, with a face bearing the worries of the entire world, complained about Siwoo’s weak body. It seemed he had accumulated quite a lot of concerns over time, even though it wasn’t his own body.
“Were you that upset?”
Siwoo sat next to Seojun and indulged his drunken ramblings. Seojun rubbed his cheek against Siwoo’s palm and nodded.
“Yeah, I’m sorry for being so weak. I’ve committed a deadly sin by being sick all the time.”
“Nooo, why are you saying that?”
Seojun opened his mouth wide and tried to take back his words. Siwoo inwardly giggled as he teased the flustered maknae.
“Guide-nim is strong, just has a weak body.”
“Okay. I’m sorry for being weak.”
“You’re not weak! Why are you apologizing? That’s not what I meant.”
Seojun rambled and became even more upset. He seemed to dislike Siwoo’s apologies even more than him being sick, pounding his chest in frustration.
This kid. He’s kind of cute.
“Why are you laughing?”
Seojun’s teary eyes narrowed. Siwoo tried to hold back his laughter but then laughed openly. He held his stomach and buried his face in the sofa, giggling.
“What’s so funny…”
Seojun tilted his head and watched Siwoo’s thin shoulders shake with laughter. Would he get sick again from laughing like that? The foggy flow of his alcohol-addled thoughts all led to worries about Siwoo.
“Hey, maknae.”
After laughing for a while, Siwoo leaned back on the sofa alongside Seojun. He felt refreshed after laughing heartily. He also felt a bit intoxicated by the strong alcohol smell Seojun exuded.
“I’m not as weak as you all worry about.”
The Baekya Guild treated Siwoo like a piece of paper that would fly away with the wind. Although Siwoo was naturally born with a slender frame and a body that didn’t easily build muscle, it wouldn’t be a big deal if he overexerted himself a bit.
Siwoo was still a man. A healthy man.
“I could guide all of you at once.”
He could handle that much. Compared to the past, Siwoo’s stamina had improved considerably.
“…What does that mean?”
Seojun lowered his gaze with a serious face.
“You’ll put all of us in there at once?”
In that narrow place? Siwoo pinched Seojun’s mumbling lips again and rolled his eyes. Who would be crazy enough to put something that big in all at once? No matter how strong his body was, he absolutely couldn’t endure such a thing. It would have to be extremely large.
“Absolutely not. Don’t even think about it.”
“I never did.”
Siwoo lightly slapped Seojun’s cheek as he recoiled in disgust. Seojun, with hazy eyes, grabbed his hand and rested his cheek against it again.
Amidst the strong alcohol smell he exhaled each time, a faint caramel scent wafted by. Drawn by the subtle sweet fragrance, Siwoo’s head tilted forward.
It seemed he might get drunk just from the smell. Siwoo didn’t know his own alcohol tolerance. He didn’t have many memories of being drunk since he had neither friends to drink with nor money for alcohol.
“Is it delicious drinking without me?”
Seojun rested his lips on Siwoo’s palm and shook his head. He had emptied more than ten bottles despite claiming it didn’t taste good.
“Open your mouth.”
Siwoo broadly traced the inside of Seojun’s mouth with his tongue, savoring the scent. A faint taste lingered in the saliva. It was just bitter with no particular flavor. But the texture felt good.
Enjoying the feeling of the flesh against his tongue, he licked a few times. Seojun frowned.
“Guide-nim… too lewd. It’s irritating.”
Is that something to be irritated about? He says all sorts of nonsense when drunk.
“Why is it irritating?”
It was ridiculous hearing such words from someone who loved lewd things. Seojun avoided answering and turned his back to Siwoo.
“Hey, why is it irritating?”
Siwoo poked Seojun’s back repeatedly and wrapped his legs around his waist. It was pointless for him to pretend to be innocent now as the maknae. Siwoo knew well that Seojun was just as perverted as his hyungs.
“Stop it. Go away.”
“Oh really?”
Siwoo tightened his legs around Seojun’s waist and hugged him more firmly. Feeling like a human rope, he hugged him tightly and said he wouldn’t let go until he answered.
Seojun kept his mouth shut until the end, curling his body by rounding his back. But Siwoo wasn’t one to give up easily.
“Tell me quickly.”
Siwoo changed his position and aimed for beneath Seojun’s legs. He tried to make eye contact with the face that was barely visible despite Seojun’s efforts to hide it.
Then Siwoo successfully got between Seojun’s legs by spreading them apart and smiled happily. This kid, trying to avoid who?
His triumphant smile was short-lived. The moment his body touched Seojun’s heavy lower half, he flinched involuntarily.
“I told you not to do this.”
Seojun sighed. Whenever Siwoo acted lewdly, his desire surged uncontrollably.
Knowing that Siwoo’s body wouldn’t withstand if he fully indulged his greed, he felt frustrated. That’s why he said it was irritating.
Whether knowing Seojun’s feelings or not, Siwoo, who had been looking down at the bulging pants, raised his knee to stimulate Seojun.
“Ah… Guide-nim.”
“You don’t like it?”
He wanted to directly show them that he wasn’t as weak as they worried. Siwoo was a guide with a strong mind, and above all, he enjoyed being with them. He couldn’t dislike the feeling of being loved so intensely that his whole body tingled.
“You really want me to stop?”
A subtle smile played on his lips as he asked in a whisper.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
