It's Just A Picture (BL)
Chapter 44: The feeling of his lips on mine still lingered

Chapter 44: The feeling of his lips on mine still lingered

I was speechless. Beyond speechless. Was that a confession just now?

Wait, he must be delusional because he’s sick. There was no way...

"Hyung," Seojun called and I returned my gaze to him. "Do... Do you hate me for confessing? Do you hate me for liking you? I... I really want you to like me back. I’ll do anything. I..." He hugged me, dropping his head on my chest.

His arms were tightly wrapped around my waist so even if I wanted to get away from his hold, it was impossible. For a person who was weakly sick, he sure has a lot of strength.

I let out a sigh. I was actually calm. So calm that I wondered if I had heard what I just heard.

I was supposed to be flipping over in fear and confusion but I wasn’t doing that. I was just taking the situation lightly and considering the patient who was being delusional.

’I know they both like me.’ I thought, stroking his hair. ’But I could never imagine it to be the emotional and sexual kind of like. He’s not in his right sense right now. I should consider that.’

Those were my thoughts. Finally, I was reacting like the adult I was and not getting swayed by feelings of both body and heart.

"Your temperature is still high." I said. "You should eat the porridge and go back to sleep."

"Hyung, are you...?" He stopped and lowered his head. "Never mind."

I wasn’t reading his eyes or his mind, but I could tell, from our situation, that he wanted to ask if I was brushing the topic aside because he was sick. Well, of course. What did he expect me to do?

There was no way I was going to take the words of a sick patient seriously.

Seojun went quiet and I fed him the porridge. Thanks to the time we wasted with him confessing out of delusion and me comforting him, the porridge was able to cool down a bit.

"How do you feel now?" I asked, coming back from washing the bowl I had used for the porridge.

Seriously, I never thought I’d end up feeding a grown-up porridge. And not less, a grown Seojun. It was unthinkable. But oh well, it felt good knowing he could rely on me just this once.

Seojun shook his head and said,

"Terrible." He said.

I reached my hand out to his forehead. I placed my palm on his forehead and my other palm on my forehead to compare our temperatures.

"Well, it’s gone down quite a lot." I said. "Thank goodness for that."

His voice was a lot clearer, and he wasn’t coughing every five minutes, so I’d say he was getting better. But I guess there were still a few things the medicine hadn’t gotten rid of.

"You’ll get better, I promise. Just hang in there."

Seojun looked at me with sad eyes. He looked so much like a sad dog that I wanted to pat his head. Oh, I probably shouldn’t do that. Was this about the confession? But I couldn’t do anything about it either.

I was sure that once he woke up, he would either not remember anything while he was sick, since it was a high fever, or regret kissing me or saying those things.

I pursed my lips. The feeling of his lips pressed on mine still lingered. It was hot.

I was trying my best to be a responsible adult and not think with my heart or body, but it was difficult. My carnal mind seemed to be stronger than anything else.

’Again? It’s not like I want to have sex with him so why do I find him attractive and in a sexy way at that?’ I shove my fingers through my hair. ’I’m thinking of what a sick person did. I must be out of my mind.’

Seojun watched me and dropped his head, sadly.

"Hyung, I’m cold." He said, and I proceeded to bring more blankets from his wardrobe, but he caught my arm and said, "No, I don’t want that."

"Then?"

"I want you, Hyung?"

"What?" I got confused. Was he still being delusional?

"I think body heat will work well, compared to the blanket." He said. "I already have one blanket covering me so just help me this time."

"I... I don’t understand. By body heat... You want me to sleep in the same bed with you?" I asked and his eyes gradually lit up.

Ah, there was just so much that I could endure but sleeping in the same bed with him? That was too much. I... I couldn’t do it.

"Hyung, please." He pleaded, unleashing his puppy eyes on me and I gulped.

At this rate, I would lose.

"We won’t be doing anything. I... I’ll just hug you. So please sleep on the bed with me."

In the end, I lost. I couldn’t say no to such desperate and helpless begging. He was a patient and although I wasn’t a doctor, I had an obligation to see to it that he was comfortable until he got better.

Who in the world gave me that obligation anyway?

"Thank you, Hyung," Seojun said, hugging me tight. I could feel the heat from his skin itching into mine.

His head was pressed against my chest, and the rate of my heartbeat increased. This was really dangerous. Really dangerous.

"Hyung, your heart’s beating so fast." He pointed out. "Are you nervous?"

"It’s just new to me. That’s all. Hurry up and sleep so you can get better faster." I said, gently stroking his hair.

"Do you want to pretend the kiss never happened?" He suddenly asked. How to answer that?

"I won’t talk about it if you don’t talk about it." I said and he finally went silent. ’Phew. That was dangerous. I’ll leave once he falls asleep.’ I thought to myself but lazy me, who was exhausted from the busy day and taking care of a sick person, fell asleep alongside him.

I woke up soon after, only to discover that there was someone else behind me. Someone with a really high temperature.

Seojun was in front of me so the person behind me was...

"Hyung," Seojin called and reached his hand to turn my face in his direction. "What are you doing here, Hyung? You’re not supposed to be here." He said, and something about his tone felt odd.

"Well, Seojun was sick... And... And..." I was stuttering, feeling a bit flustered at the gaze Seojin was using to look at me.

His breathing was unsteady and I could tell he was sick too. Were they both sick all along? More importantly, where had he been?

"And you decided to sleep over? Without me?" He asked.

"Well, that’s..."

"I’m sick too, Hyung." He interrupted. "Please, comfort me."

As soon as he said that, he glued his lips to mine and my eyes widened. Not him too. But unlike Seojun, who simply locked lips and let go; Seojin was going deeper. I felt him trying to slip his tongue inside my mouth, but I wasn’t cooperating since I was still shocked.

"What are you...?"

He slipped his finger into my mouth through the corner, probably trying to stop me from speaking.

"Open your mouth, Hyung. You’ll have to do this much if you want to comfort me." He said and as though I had been hypnotized, I opened my mouth. "That’s a good boy."

With that, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and explored my insides. And it was all with my consent.

Wait, what on Earth is happening?