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Siwoo’s arm tensed as he gripped the soft sheets. If it were those burly Esper guys, thick veins would have popped on their arms, but Siwoo’s arm just trembled.
Every time their damp flesh rubbed together, embarrassingly lewd sounds spread. Perhaps because his partner was the youngest. Siwoo felt particularly shy, even though this wasn’t their first kiss.
“…It feels a bit different,” Seojun mumbled suddenly after sucking on Siwoo’s mouth for a while. Siwoo, who had grabbed one of Seojun’s shoulders, quickly took a breath.
“What does?”
Holding onto him with a silent plea to slow down, Siwoo caught his breath. He had been dizzy from not being given a chance to breathe properly.
“The guiding, it’s different somehow.”
Seojun’s head tilted as he muttered, almost to himself. He closed his eyes as if savoring Siwoo’s energy within him, then smiled enigmatically.
“Maybe it’s because I know your rank now. It seems better.”
Siwoo looked at the calmly smiling youngest and exhaled through his nose, lifting his chin.
“You think I was playing around during training? This is the result of daily practice.”
Although the training period was short, he had worked harder than anyone. He practiced handling energy until he fell asleep, even learning how to release the power condensed in his body. That’s probably why the guiding energy felt more advanced than before.
“That’s amazing. As expected of Guide-nim.”
Seojun kissed the corner of Siwoo’s mouth and licked the saliva that had smeared there. Then he spread his fingers and interlaced them with Siwoo’s. Siwoo quietly accepted this, looking pleased.
“Does it really feel different?”
“Yes. Incredibly so.”
This was the response Siwoo had wanted. He had endured the attention and uncomfortable gazes directed at him, training hard to hear these words.
“It was good before, but now it’s even better. To an astonishing degree.”
“Good, take plenty.”
Siwoo stroked the youngest’s head as he said these pleasing words, releasing more energy. While pride welled up, a nagging curiosity also arose.
He wondered if Kang Taebeom had felt the difference too. He was curious if Taebeom also thought his guiding had improved compared to before.
“You don’t have to give me too much.”
At that moment, Seojun leaned his upper body towards Siwoo and gently squeezed their clasped hands. He looked at Siwoo with their lips pressed firmly together.
“Don’t think about other things.”
Siwoo’s words were cut off by the tongue that pushed in. Thinking it was perhaps for the better, he opened his mouth wider.
These guys have good instincts. Espers aren’t just superior in their senses, but they’re also uncannily perceptive. To think he’d notice immediately that Siwoo’s mind had wandered for just a moment.
It was true that he hadn’t been fully focused on Seojun, so as an apology, he was about to wrap his arms around Seojun’s neck to concentrate on guiding when—
“Is this the Baekya barracks?”
“Wow, it’s really big.”
Voices of guides who had come to see the Baekya Guild’s barracks from afar could be heard. Their own barracks were nearby, so they had come for a quick look.
“It’s incomparable to ours. It’s like a house.”
“I heard the inside is even more amazing. They say it’s furnished almost like a hotel.”
They naturally assumed the Baekya barracks were empty. It was due to Geonho’s overwhelming presence as he was spectacularly subduing the gate. Thinking that all of Baekya must be busy dealing with monsters, they peered around the barracks.
“They say it was furnished because of that dedicated guide, right?”
“Probably. I saw him go out with them today.”
“I want to see him in person too. I heard his face is no joke. They say Espers fall for him at first sight.”
Seojun let out a small laugh and looked at Siwoo. Siwoo was holding his breath, erasing his presence. There was no need for that. Even though he was the owner of the barracks, he was acting like a thief who had snuck in. Hiding must have become a habit.
‘A face that makes you fall at first sight.’ It’s not wrong.
Seojun briefly observed Siwoo, who had stopped kissing and was on alert. His delicate and distinct features, identical to his original form, and his snow-white skin were more than enough to catch everyone’s attention. Even though his hair was also pure white, which should make him look like a white lump, it didn’t.
The self-assertion of the eyes, nose, and mouth on that fist-sized face was so strong. It was fresh every time he looked at it. Sometimes the eyes were too memorable, and other times the afterimage of those red lips lingered all day. And why did those nostrils look so biteable?
“Shall we go in?”
By the time Seojun was appreciating Siwoo to his heart’s content, the guides’ comments crossed a line.
“Let’s just open the door. Just a little.”
Siwoo’s pretty eyes crumpled like a paper ball. His lips moved silently, seemingly spitting out curses. At this, Seojun immediately got up from the bed, intending to send the guides away nicely.
“Hey, let’s not go in.”
“Why? There’s no one here now.”
“Ha Seojun uses this place too, you know.”
The whispering voices grew a bit quieter. Seojun, who was about to get up from the bed, sat back down in an awkward position. While completely suppressing his presence.
“But he’s not here now, so what’s the problem?”
“No, it feels wrong. He probably touched that doorknob and everything. What if we catch something?”
Those fucking bastards.
Siwoo muttered curses and jumped up from the bed. At the ‘thud!’ of his feet hitting the floor, the startled group of guides quickly ran away.
Siwoo was about to chase after them immediately, but Seojun grabbed his arm and held him back.
“Let go! They’re getting away!”
“Why bother with them? It’s better to just ignore it.”
Seojun shrugged as if it was no big deal and sat Siwoo down on the bed. Siwoo struggled hard, but couldn’t break free because Seojun held both his arms with considerable strength.
“Why are you just listening to that! When they talk shit, you should curse them out!”
Siwoo continued to flail his arms and legs vigorously. However, Seojun hugged him tightly with his whole body and even leaned his weight on him, leaving Siwoo unable to move.
“That’s not even worth calling shit talk.”
Seojun hugged Siwoo tightly and rested his chin on his shoulder.
“Don’t mind it. It’s more tiring if you react to everything.”
Siwoo sighed, giving up on chasing after the guides whose footsteps he could no longer hear. Realizing it was pointless to go out now, he gritted his teeth and pinched Seojun’s back.
“Next time, don’t stop me.”
Seojun chuckled at Siwoo’s firm tone and avoided answering. Siwoo glared at him and eventually grabbed his collar again, warning him once more.
“I said don’t stop me. Got it?”
Seojun still didn’t open his mouth. He just kept smiling and nuzzled his chin against Siwoo’s shoulder. As if he’d just let it go.
“If they badmouth me, are you just going to listen?”
“That’s different.”
Seojun finally raised his head, looking at Siwoo as if he’d said something ridiculous.
“You’d get angry too.”
He just licked his lips, seemingly not confident enough to actually get angry. Pretending to be nice is a disease. A disease.
“You’ve got a nasty temper when it counts. That’s when you should get angry!”
“I’ll call Geonho hyung instead.”
Seojun said that would be a much more effective warning. Siwoo lost his retort and let out an empty sigh.
“Forget it, you just stay put. I’ll handle it myself.”
Seojun’s thinly curved lips twitched. He suppressed his laughter and leaned into Siwoo’s embrace.
Unable to see his expression, Siwoo patted Seojun’s broad back with a bitter face. He seemed to think Seojun was holding back tears with his head bowed low.
“If anyone insults you, tell me. Don’t hold it in.”
Even if he’s not confident in fighting, he’s confident in making others feel bad. He’ll make sure they never run their mouths carelessly again. Just wait and see.
“Guide-nim.”
Seojun, who had finally managed to hold back his laughter, rubbed his nose against the white neck and spoke up. Siwoo swallowed a sigh at the slightly husky voice and tilted his head towards Seojun, listening attentively.
“Can I touch your chest?”
This little brat.
Siwoo cursed with his eyes but bit his lip. Harsh words caught in his throat, but he didn’t spit them out. He couldn’t bring himself to curse at the youngest who had obviously been stressed by what just happened.
Maybe wanting to touch his chest was also a way to relieve stress. Higher contact makes guiding work better. Yeah, let’s think of it that way.
Siwoo left cute teeth marks on his red lower lip as he released the collar he had been holding.
Then he turned his head to the side and leaned his upper body heavily against the bed’s headboard. Spreading both arms that had been covering his chest to the sides.
“…”
Seojun looked at Siwoo like this, gently opening his mouth, then quickly seized the opportunity given to him.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
