Side Story 2: One More Happy Ending (2)
Looking at someone who had experienced far more pain than himself yet still comforted him, Jian felt as though Sehun was much more mature than he was.
“I feel good when I see the children. It makes me feel like I’m normal now.”
Jian bit his lip at these words. It would be a lie to say he hadn’t felt puzzled when Sehun first expressed his desire to fulfill Dojin’s wish. Hyunsu had been particularly shocked.
Sehun fundamentally had deficiencies. Due to the brutal experiments he endured from a very young age, he couldn’t feel emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure as ordinary people did.
When Sehun was younger, he acted well enough to deceive Jian, but as time passed, Jian knew better than anyone that Jian himself was the only person who mattered to Sehun.
Although Sehun had opened his heart more to Hyunsu, Hyunwoo, and the Darknet Guild members than to others, Jian occasionally sensed that Sehun could harm them without hesitation if they made a misstep.
It was regrettable, but since it was Sehun and no one else, Jian had decided to embrace even this aspect of his nature.
He wasn’t cruelly disposed to sacrificing people indiscriminately as described in the original work, so Jian consoled himself that this was enough.
But had he unknowingly shown his concern to Sehun? Jian bit his lip harder, unable to understand where this desire to prove himself normal had come from.
“I want to be like you, hyung. You’re the only person I love.”
As if knowing Jian’s confused heart, Sehun embraced him and buried his face in Jian’s neck. Jian rubbed his sharp nose against Sehun’s soft skin, soothing his anxiety.
“And the children are cute too. Sometimes when I look at Dojin, I’m reminded of my childhood. It’s amazing that he resembles you in appearance. My heart flutters as if I’m getting a glimpse of your childhood that I don’t know about.”
Jian almost found himself nodding unconsciously at the voice tinged with laughter. Though less guarded than Sehun, Dojin certainly had a stronger adult-like side compared to Semi and the other children.
Sometimes, like a young Sehun, he would deliberately try to appear childlike. Fortunately, after Jian and Sehun told him he didn’t need to do that, he had been comfortable at home.
When Sehun and Dojin sat side by side, focusing on something, their facial expressions resembled each other like a decalcomania.
“If you could bear children, I would have raised those children, but since that’s not possible.”
Jian stared at Sehun, momentarily dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard.
Sometimes, or rather often, when Sehun ejaculated inside Jian, he found it quite regrettable when the semen flowed out.
There were times when he would scoop the semen with his fingers and put it back inside, and sometimes he would stay inserted throughout the night to prevent the semen from leaking out.
Who would have thought all those actions were for this reason?
Sehun’s elongated eyes curved into a smile as they met Jian’s. His smile, like scattering flower petals, brought a faint blush to Jian’s cheeks. It was an unconditional reflex.
At times like this, Jian realized how weak he was to Sehun’s face and charm.
“The kids seem to have finished washing up.”
Sehun loosened his arms around Jian. Dojin and Semi were in the hallway, drying their wet hair with towels, wearing children’s bathrobes.
Jian and Sehun found hair dryers and helped dry the children’s hair. Sehun went upstairs to the second floor first, while Jian stayed on the first floor to see the children to bed.
There were three rooms on the first floor. Although they could each use one, the children wanted to share a room.
On identical beds were bedding and pillows that matched each child’s preferences.
Semi’s bed was full of cute dolls. In contrast, Dojin’s bed was filled with humanities-related books that, if not for their size, could be mistaken for an adult’s, giving off a strong book smell.
“Sleep well. Sweet dreams.”
At the affectionate words, Semi, clutching her blanket tightly, smiled with crescent eyes before soon falling asleep with soft, steady breathing. Jian adjusted the brightness of the standing lamp to be a bit dimmer.
Though they had improved significantly with psychological therapy, both Semi and Dojin were still afraid of pitch darkness. It was one of the reasons why the children wanted to share a room.
“…Thank you.”
A small voice reached Jian’s ears as he adjusted the intensity of the light on the standing lamp beside Dojin’s bed.
Dojin fidgeted with his blanket, glancing at Jian. Jian realized that Dojin had something he wanted to say.
Sitting on the bed and gently stroking Dojin’s hair, the child’s eyelashes fluttered like butterflies.
“…I’ll definitely repay this kindness someday.”
So this was what he was building up to say. Jian smiled softly and tousled the child’s hair.
The neatly dried hair became disheveled.
“Just growing up healthy and strong without getting sick is enough for Dojin to do his part.”
What thoughts filled this small head? Jian felt sad thinking that the boy was worrying about things he shouldn’t.
Sehun had been the same. Perhaps due to the fear of being abandoned, he had tried to be helpful to Jian in any way he could.
After meals, he would hold a dishcloth in his small hands to wipe the table, bring the empty dishes to the sink, organize the bedding, and try to run the vacuum cleaner.
Seeing Sehun like that, Jian recalled his own childhood. The memories of having to grow up too soon resurfaced, dyeing his heart with a heavy feeling.
“We’re family. Family doesn’t need to repay kindness to each other.”
At Jian’s words, Dojin’s eyes reddened slightly. With pouting lips, the child looked exactly his age.
Jian continued to stroke Dojin’s hair tirelessly until he fell asleep.
* * *
“I’ve been waiting for you to come up.”
When Jian opened the bedroom door, Sehun placed a bookmark in the book he had been reading and set it down on the table. Recently, Sehun had developed a hobby of reading the same books as Dojin and discussing them.
“I was talking with Dojin for a bit.”
“Hmm, I’m a little jealous.”
“Don’t joke.”
Smiling as if telling Sehun not to joke around, Jian walked to the bed. He quickly changed into pajamas and straddled Sehun’s thighs, who was leaning against the headboard.
The face illuminated by the reading light looked especially handsome today, which was a problem. The ten-year age gap had been an obstacle from the start, and it still was.
After caressing the eyes that showed no sign of wrinkles, Jian planted pecking kisses all over Sehun’s face.
Sehun watched Jian’s actions quietly with a faint smile, an unusual display of affection from Jian.
At Sehun’s languid expression, like a satiated beast, Jian gently sucked on his upper lip.
The soft flesh tickled the inside of Jian’s lips. Seeing the slightly upturned corners of Sehun’s mouth, Jian closed his eyes.
As their saliva mixed, their breathing became rapidly heated. The hard sensation pressing against Jian’s buttocks quickly dampened his underwear.
The gentle kiss soon turned fierce. Both of them, as if unable to bear the desire to bind each other more tightly, strongly sucked at the roots of their tongues and kissed until their teeth collided.
Gulp—the sound of swallowing saliva was erotic. Without separating his lips, Jian began unbuttoning Sehun’s pajama top from the top.
“Mmm…”
Whether it was because he couldn’t properly see, or because his fingertips were trembling finely, it took quite some time to undo just one button.
Feeling like he would go crazy wanting to see Sehun’s bare body soon, but unable to undress him as easily as he wanted, Jian’s hands unconsciously applied more force.
Pop, pop, pop.
Eventually, the buttons flew off. At the sound of the thread breaking, Sehun rested his forehead on Jian’s shoulder and chuckled.
Jian blushed as he breathed heavily. Today, it felt as if their souls had switched.
Usually, Sehun would urgently press Jian, and Jian would sway helplessly like a small boat caught in a storm.
Today, it seemed like he was the only one being impatient, and he was about to move his buttocks backward.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
A firm arm encircled Jian’s waist. Jian’s body was pulled tightly against Sehun. His half-erect member rubbed against the taut abs.
A moan escaped him involuntarily. Sehun buried his lips in Jian’s neck and sucked hard. The pale skin was vulnerable to stimulation.
Quickly, marks like crushed red petals formed. While licking over the marks with the tip of his tongue, Sehun slipped his hand inside Jian’s pants.
The buttocks were thoroughly squeezed under the large hand. Kneading the flesh that quickly filled his palm elastically, Sehun began to undo each button of Jian’s pajamas one by one with his teeth and tongue.
“Hnn…”
Jian firmly gripped Sehun’s hair. His embarrassment grew as Sehun effortlessly undid with his mouth what Jian couldn’t manage with his hands.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
