It's Just A Picture (BL)
Chapter 54: You got blood on your shirt, Hyung

Chapter 54: You got blood on your shirt, Hyung

Of course, the twins didn’t take it lightly. So much blood just from a simple nosebleed was far from normal. It was already abnormal to have a nosebleed in the first place and the twins were more than worried.

They looked scared.

"Hyung, we should go to the hospital." Seojun said as I washed off the blood in the bathroom sink. "Please."

"No, there’s no need for that. I’m perfectly fine." I said but they wouldn’t back down.

"Why not? See, you’re bleeding so much from your nose. It might be as a result of brain damage. It’s not normal." He was frightened, I could see, but it was honestly nothing.

I couldn’t go to the hospital and say I got a nosebleed from staring at their bodies. I would die from embarrassment.

"I’m perfectly fine." I said, once again. "And when did you become a doctor? Brain damage?"

"Hyung, you may not know it but that’s how it works." Seojun kept persisting but I had no plans of going to the hospital.

I would die from embarrassment if I did.

"Hyung, are you really okay?" Seojin asked and I raised my head, only to see through the reflection that he hadn’t tied his towel or wore any underwear. He was just walking around with that mighty rod between his legs.

And once again, my nose bled. All my efforts were wasted.

"Yes, I’m okay." I said.

"Hyung, you’re bleeding again." Seojun panicked.

’Haha, why wouldn’t I? Do you see what’s behind me?’ I thought with a cunning laugh.

Honestly, for some reason, I felt fulfilled after seeing Seojin naked. It was like I had gotten an accomplishment of some sort. It was weird, but that was how I felt, so I took the situation far more lightly than I would on a normal day.

"We at least need to find out the cause of your nosebleed, Hyung." Seojin said but I shook my head.

’Yeah, there’s no need for that. I know the reason for my nosebleed like the back of my palm.’ I smiled. "I’m okay, but... Would you mind putting on your underwear, at least?" I politely asked and Seojun turned to see his brother was still naked.

"Hey, you’re making Hyung awkward. Put something on." He said, and in a vibrant way, too.

"You too, Seojun." I said.

"Me too?" He asked and I nodded.

I already had enough nosebleed for a whole week. If Seojun’s towel ended up falling, I just might suffer from anemia.

"See, Hyung will never be biased." Seojin said, sticking his tongue out at Seojun as he made his way out of the bathroom and Seojun fumed after him.

"Of course, Hyung can’t be biased." He said. "That’s one of the reasons he’s so lovable." They sounded like they were talking amongst themselves but it felt like they wanted me to hear what they were saying.

It was sad, honestly, how I couldn’t even understand the words they were saying when it was so simply said.

I sighed and looked at my reflection in the mirror. What have I been reduced to, having feelings for kids that were once under my care?

I keep asking myself that same question. I contradict myself, contradict my feelings and live in denial, with the excuse that it was for the good of all. That it was for the best.

I would’ve decided to ask for their own opinions before concluding that it was for the good of all of us, but I’ve lost the will.

What more did I need to ask to realize that I was the only one being immoral among the three of us?

I asked, he answered and that was all I needed to know that I was out of my senses, thinking romantic feelings could be developed between us.

"Seriously, what am I thinking of right now?" I asked.

"Yes, what are you thinking of, Hyung?" Seojin’s voice made me flinch. I was startled.

I looked towards the door to find him leaning on the frame with his arms folded and a smile plastered on his face.

How long has he been standing there?

He was already wearing pants so I could say it wasn’t too long.

"What are you thinking of, Hyung?" He asked and started walking in. "What were you thinking of that you got to bleed so much from your nose?"

"What...what do you mean?" I asked, a little flustered. "I wasn’t thinking of anything."

"Are you sure?" He asked, his eyes scanning my entire being. "Are you sure it’s nothing?"

My voice left me so as I opened my mouth to speak, no sound was heard. I couldn’t even try to bring out my words. I felt pressure.

Seojin was the one standing before me, smiling like he always did but why did I feel like I was paralyzed in place?

He raised his hand and pointed at my chest. Digging his fingers in like he was planning to drill a hole in but it didn’t go that far and it didn’t hurt either.

"You got blood on your shirt, Hyung." He said and I looked down.

"Ah, that’s..."

"Take off your shirt." He said and my heart skipped a beat.

"W-what?" I stuttered and he tittered.

"Don’t misunderstand, Hyung. We can’t have you going around with a bloody shirt so take it off." He said..

"That... That’s okay." I said, lowering my head. "I live next door, remember? I... I’ll just go back to change."

"That’ll be a waste of manpower, don’t you think?" He said. "I’ll just give you something here. So take it off."

I felt so much pressure and like a mouse standing in between a snake’s rounded tail, I was frozen stiff.

What was wrong with me? The person in front of me was Seojin so why was I feeling so pressured? Why...?

Seojin grabbed my chin lightly and lifted my head to meet his gaze.

"I know I’m the one responsible for your nosebleed so allow me to take responsibility, Hyung." He said.

"What are you doing? I thought you said you were hungry." I said, feeling nervous as to where this was going. "You said so in your text."

"Yes, well... I was having a specific craving." He said.

"What craving? I can get it for you." I said. Yes, this was the perfect excuse to get out of this situation.

"Don’t worry, Hyung." He said. "It’s right in front of me." His gaze was fixed on my lips and that gave me a slight idea of what he might be referring to. "So, Hyung, can I have it?"

"Have... It?" I was anxious. It couldn’t be. Right?

"Well, I’ll take that as a yes." He said and before I could even react, he had already locked our lips together.

He wrapped his other arm around my waist while the other stayed on my chin to keep my face in place and captivated me with his sensual kiss.

I shouldn’t be fazed. I shouldn’t be fazed.

I kept telling myself but once the action started, I was like a baby with weak knees.

And as if knowing I would grow weak from his kiss, Seojun held me close to avoid me falling.

He didn’t want to break the kiss, but gave me enough space to catch my breath. He would let go and turn his head the other way, smacking our lips together and letting go in an interval of one second, as if his only aim was my lips and left me needing more.

His chest was bare so my hands had all the liberty to grope that fine chest of his, but I was so lost in his kiss that I didn’t utilize that freedom.