“…Huh?”
Lifting Heewoon’s head, Kangwoo’s gaze was crooked. Heewoon urgently blurted out.
“B-Because I drank alcohol. I’m sorry. I’ll wash this.”
Swaying around, Heewoon gathered the blanket. However, his wrist was grabbed by Kangwoo. Heewoon became fearful, even moaning softly.
“Where are you going now?”
Kangwoo dropped the bundled blanket under the bed. Heewoon widened his eyes, not knowing what Kangwoo was going to do. Inside, there was a strong fear and terror.
“Did you really vomit because you drank alcohol?”
“S-Since earlier, my insides have not been feeling good…”
“Just from drinking that much?”
Heewoon drank much less than he, himself, thought. Kangwoo clicked his tongue.
“…Sorry.”
Heewoon was on edge, not sure if Kangwoo was angry or not. The blanket that fell below caught his eye. It seemed natural that Kangwoo would be angry. It might be even stranger if he wasn’t angry.
“S-Sorry… Hicc-”
Suddenly, a hiccup came out.
“…What a handful.”
Harrowing words hung in the air. Heewoon waited for his fate, but Kangwoo softly brushed Heewoon’s cheek. Startled, Heewoon looked up, and Kangwoo’s head tilted towards him, meeting his gaze.
“Hic-!”
As Heewoon hiccupped, his chest surged. Kangwoo stared at his chest, and Heewoon held his breath.
“…”
“Hicc-!”
Heewoon tried to hold his breath but hiccupped again, keeping on his toes for Kangwoo’s reaction. Kangwoo watched Heewoon without saying a word. As Heewoon struggled to hold his breath, his collarbone sank, and his shoulder rose before Kangwoo finally moved.
Kangwoo used the soft inner part of his gown to wipe Heewoon’s face. Kangwoo wiped Heewoon’s mouth, and even cleaned the dried mucus from his nose.
“Kangwoo… Hicc! …Ah. I was wrong. I’ll do the laundry and come back…”
“Why do you keep trying to go somewhere?”
As Heewoon mumbled, Kangwoo pushed his shoulders back.
“Ugh…”
Heewoon groaned as he toppled backward. The sudden change in view made him dizzy. It was a white blanket, then a yellow stain, then a bright light. The scenery before his eyes kept changing rapidly.
“K-Kangwoo…”
Heewoon mumbled, feeling the damp bed. He didn’t know why he was looking for Kangwoo. It just seemed like he had to find him.
With a whimper, Heewoon grasped around the bed. Watching that, Kangwoo lazily swept his hair aside. Exhaling deeply, he pulled Heewoon’s ankle. The feeble body slid down. Kangwoo suddenly noticed Heewoon’s thin ankle comfortably resting in his hand.
“Kangwoo…”
Heewoon reached out to the seemingly faint Kangwoo. As he fiddled with Heewoon’s ankle, Kangwoo lifted his head and looked at Heewoon.
“I’m scared…”
“So?”
His low voice lacked any tenderness, making Heewoon burst into tears. His insides were not feeling good, his vision blurred, and Kangwoo seemed angry. Heewoon murmured helplessly.
“You said… you’d hug me if I got scared.”
“….”
Kangwoo’s face slowly crumpled. He let go of the ankle and climbed onto the bed. As Kangwoo stood on his knees and looked down, Heewoon’s hand fumbled and grabbed Kangwoo’s arm.
“Why would I hug you when you don’t even listen to me?”
“B-But you said you were going to hug me….”
Watching the tear-stained face with eerie, glowing eyes, Kangwoo stuck his hand into Heewoon’s gasping mouth. His fingers curled around his slow tongue, and Heewoon moaned. When Kangwoo withdrew his hand, a line of saliva followed his fingers.
My stomach is burning. Watching Heewoon mumble, Kangwoo pulled his wet panties halfway down. The rolled-up panties hung around one ankle.
“K-Kangwoo….”
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“Is it because you’re drunk?”
Heewoon managed to hear Kangwoo’s words and responded, I drank too much. I feel dizzy. My stomach is still warm, Kangwoo.
Heewoon somehow realized that he was crying. His mouth moved on its own.
“Kangwoo.”
“Yeah.”
“Continue to treat me nicely.”
At Heewoon’s mumbling-like words, Kangwoo’s movements paused briefly. He gently stroked Heewoon’s back and said.
“You have to do something pretty so I’ll treat you nicely.”
Something pretty… That would be too hard.
“Can’t you just… treat me nicely without that?”
“No.”
As Kangwoo spoke sternly, Heewoon buried his face into the shoulders in front of him. Tears poured out, quickly dampening Kangwoo’s shoulders. A large hand gently stroked Heewoon’s head.
Heewoon, who had been crying with his face buried in the sturdy shoulders, found himself lying on the bed at some point. His vision continued to blur, and his warm stomach itched. As he touched his lower abdomen, his wrist was grabbed. It was pushed upward, and soon the back of his hand touched the bedsheet. The hand that held his wrist moved upward, gently opened the hand that was clenched into a fist, and interlaced their fingers. Heewoon turned his head.
The large hand covering his own looked incredibly firm and strong. It almost seemed as if his hand underneath wouldn’t be able to do anything on its own.
As Heewoon looked at the two interlocked hands, he changed his mind. It wasn’t that his own hand seemed weak, his hand was indeed weak. His hand was incapable of holding onto anything, and even when it did, Heewoon couldn’t be sure if he was holding it properly. Sometimes he wished to let go of everything, all while hiding his weakness, over and over again.
Kangwoo kissed Heewoon’s fingertips that peeked out between his fingers. Their eyes met. Smiling gently, Kangwoo whispered teasingly into Heewoon’s ear.
“It seems there’s no part of you that’s unattractive, Sunbae.”
Listening to the soft voice, Heewoon looked at the interlaced fingers. Kangwoo’s hand wrapped around his was oppressively tight. He couldn’t move at all.
Then…
Heewoon thought in a daze.
Maybe it’s okay to be weak in this large hand. Maybe it’s okay not to pretend to be strong, just to linger in his weak self.
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