Chapter 130
Muyoung covered his eyes forcefully, making a “smack!” sound as if he had slapped his cheeks. Despite already having seen everything and even though he himself was shirtless, he somehow felt it was necessary.
“H-hyung, why are you suddenly taking off your clothes?!”
He shouted in the darkness of his covered vision and waited for an answer.
“…”
But what returned was only a quiet stillness.
‘Wh-what’s going on?’
Muyoung’s eyeballs rolled around under his covered eyelids. He tried hard to listen to understand the situation, but all he could hear was his thumping heartbeat and his own faintly trembling breath. He couldn’t take his hands away, but staying like this made him curious.
“H-hyung?”
Wavering between these two desires, Muyoung called out to him haltingly.
“What.”
Fortunately, this time an answer came immediately.
“Huh!”
Despite it being Seokjae’s voice that he’d been waiting for, Muyoung gasped in shock. The answer came from so close it was as if Seokjae, who had been standing by the window, was now right in front of him.
And it wasn’t an illusion. When Muyoung, startled, removed the hands covering his eyes, Seokjae was standing close enough to touch before he could even fully extend his arms. Somehow, with his huge build, he had approached without making any noise.
“Uh, uhh…”
Muyoung was shocked by his dulled hearing on one hand, and on the other, completely captivated by Seokjae’s upper body with its beautiful muscles that deserved to be used as a specimen, he froze up completely and just opened and closed his mouth like a fool.
‘Ch-chest!’
To be precise, Muyoung had developed more affection for the giant thing hidden in Seokjae’s pants than for his firm chest, which seemed like it would bounce fingers back if pressed. Moreover, for the past few days, he had been averting his eyes whenever Seokjae looked attractive to reduce his heart-racing moments, unintentionally putting himself through a “Seokjae detox.”
In such a situation, to suddenly see him half-naked—it was too stimulating. Like a simple-minded person being teased by his master, he covered his eyes again with an “Oh my!”
‘How can I not pull myself together even in this situation? I must be really crazy!’
He was blushing at the sight of Seokjae’s body when he should be kicking down the door and running away.
‘I’m truly a pervert not worth associating with!’
Muyoung was filled with self-loathing, but in reality, this was nearly a force majeure situation.
The soft neon sign light coming through the window. The distance close enough to feel each other’s heat with upper bodies exposed. Add to that a motel, a place with a clear purpose.
Even with an indifferent counterpart, it was an environment where a strange atmosphere could develop, and then add the invincible condition of it being someone he “liked.” It would be strange if strange feelings didn’t arise.
But since his database in this area consisted solely of Seokjae, Muyoung could only mistakenly think, “Seeing that hyung isn’t like this and only I am… I must be the perverted one!”
“Hyung, wh-when did—”
As he constantly scolded himself internally, he struggled to open his mouth to regain some composure.
“Shh. Be quiet.”
“Hup.”
However, that attempt ended before it could properly begin. His mouth was covered by Seokjae’s hand. And for some reason, he moved even closer.
Thus, Muyoung found himself trapped between the door and Seokjae’s body.
‘Aaaah!’
It was already close, but now with the chest approaching right up to his face, close enough to feel his breath, Muyoung suppressed a scream and squeezed his eyes shut.
And Seokjae…
‘They haven’t come up here yet. I don’t see any of them.’
He was checking outside through the peephole in the door.
After checking the situation outside, he turned his gaze and couldn’t help but be surprised. Muyoung was trembling, his face completely flushed like a countdown bomb.
‘What’s this, why is he like this?’
Surprisingly, among the various reasons Seokjae had taken off his upper clothing, shocking Muyoung wasn’t one of them.
First, his sweat-soaked clothes felt uncomfortable; second, he got heated when he heard the ridiculous nonsense about going to another room; and finally, he had bunched up his clothes to minimize the smell of Muyoung’s blood.
Of course, he had expected the innocent Muyoung to be surprised, and knew it would be cute. But this time, he hadn’t taken off his clothes just to see that reaction.
And he hadn’t expected the reaction to be this intense.
Although he himself was licking his lips at the sight of Muyoung’s soft body that looked good to bite and suck on. Despite having done acts almost indistinguishable from sex except for not inserting, he hadn’t expected Muyoung to look like he might faint just from seeing his upper body…
‘Is he going to burst at this rate?’
His entire body was bright red, making Seokjae seriously worried.
‘He sometimes covers his face with his hands. Has he always blushed this easily? He’s not really going to burst, is he?’
Not having seen him with a flushed face instead of a pale one for long, he couldn’t help but worry despite thinking it was absurd. And while such a change would be surprising, he remained calm.
‘Has he completely returned to being human now?’
That’s because he already knew about the changes happening in Muyoung’s body.
Unbeknownst to Muyoung, Seokjae was the first to hear his stopped heart beating again. He had confirmed that Muyoung’s body was gradually changing when he noticed his altered heart rate and erect dick at school.
Seokjae had been listening to Muyoung’s heartbeat since the day they slept together with the excuse of a nightmare. Not so much to examine Muyoung’s body, but because he wanted to feel that he was alive beside him.
Though thinking it wouldn’t beat, he had stroked Muyoung’s back trying to feel a pulse. That’s how he accidentally discovered a heart moving so small and quiet, at a pace that seemed to almost stop, that it could have been dismissed as an illusion if he hadn’t concentrated.
But that weak heart seemed to get healthier around the time they were at school and quickly regained its vigor. Enough to color its owner’s face.
In addition, his eating habits had changed too. It was difficult not to notice.
‘I don’t know whether to say it’s slower or faster than I thought.’
After that, for some reason, Muyoung had been avoiding him, so he hadn’t had a chance to check his condition and didn’t know how far it had progressed. But today, when his forehead was wounded by the rock and blood flowed, seeing the rotten eyes of the zombies fixating on him, Seokjae thought he had completely returned to normal.
‘This feels strange…’
Having the now-human Muyoung in front of him, he felt an odd sensation as if he was truly reuniting with Muyoung for the first time.
Lost in thought, Seokjae stared intently at the “tomato-fied” Muyoung for a moment before finally separating himself.
‘Really, how much do you like me?’
Whether due to the blood rushing to his face, drops of blood were forming again on the wound that had seemed to have stopped bleeding. Seokjae let out a small laugh and turned to walk away.
And then.
‘I-I survived…’
As soon as he separated from Seokjae, Muyoung grabbed his heart and took deep breaths, “Hoo-ha, hoo-ha.” He became confused seeing Seokjae enter the see-through bathroom.
“H-hyung?”
Though thinking it didn’t make sense, he cautiously called out, wondering if perhaps Seokjae was going to wash up, and as he peeked, Seokjae grabbed a towel hanging inside and said:
“Don’t move. You’re dripping blood.”
Flinch.
Belatedly flustered, Muyoung stood at attention while pressing firmly on his forehead. A burning pain like having a hot pack applied to his head made physiological tears well up. But he endured it and didn’t remove his hand.
In truth, rather than staying like this, he thought it might be safer for him to go outside right now, but…
“If you go out, I’ll come looking for you in this state, so do that if that’s what you want.”
As if he could hear his inner thoughts, Seokjae warned him just as Muyoung glanced at the doorknob. The moment he heard those words, Muyoung felt as if invisible shackles had been placed on his ankles.
Swoosh.
The sound of water being wrung out was heard, and shortly after, Seokjae came out of the bathroom. Then he carefully wiped Muyoung’s face and body, which had returned to white with no trace of tomato-red, and applied pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding.
Afterward, he wrapped a drink can from the refrigerator with the blood-stained clothes and towel, secured it with a hair tie, and threw it far away like a baseball.
Clang!! Keeaak!
Muyoung stood still until he heard the zombie’s scream, which somehow sounded pitiful to him.
“You waited well and quietly, good boy.”
Seokjae returned, dusting off his hands, and smiled with satisfaction at Muyoung. Then he stroked Muyoung’s hair where the blood scab had been wiped away, but…
“Oh no.”
When he received praise on top of that perfect smile, Muyoung, who had been off guard, blushed again. And naturally, blood formed again on the wound that had stopped bleeding.
And that wasn’t the end. In the midst of this maddening situation—
“Grrrrrr.”
The presence of a zombie was felt in the hallway.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
