It's Just A Picture (BL)
Chapter 82: Wasn’t that what being lovers meant?

Chapter 82: Wasn’t that what being lovers meant?

The twins were expecting a secret that they had yet to find out but it wasn’t. And though it was something they had a hint about, hearing Dongwoo speak about it and crying, their hearts ached for him.

Dongwoo’s words were like thus,

"I get scared... When I’m about to have sex." He said and sniffed. "I have this trauma from back then, when your father tried to force himself on me, so each time I get to the point of having sex with my last lovers, I would freeze up and start shaking in fear. I just couldn’t go past that stage and..." His tears started flowing down again.

He cried.

"That’s why they all ended up hating me. My inability to give them what they wanted as a partner was the reason they said harsh things and ended up hating me. They did their best and put up with me for a few days and some a few days but I had nothing to offer and was no good. I... I’m broken."

The twins watched him with no words. They wanted to hear him out to the end but it didn’t mean they weren’t pissed. Those bastards who couldn’t even play their role well and protect him and make him feel safe were the ones who destroyed his self-esteem and dealt fatal blows to his personality.

Oh, the urge to rip them to shreds.

They could’ve at least tried to cure his trauma, but Dogwood Hyung wasn’t exactly the type to share the story of his trauma. Yet, seeing how he reacted, even the dumbest person in the world could tell that he was suffering from a trauma or two.

And so what if they couldn’t have sex with him? Were they only with him for the sex? If they couldn’t get rid of his trauma and couldn’t have sex, they could’ve at least supported him.

Wasn’t that what being lovers meant? Was it for the sex alone that they approached him? Scumbags!

"Because of my trauma," he cleaned his cheeks with the back of his palm. "...I experienced so much more pain than the average person could ever experience. And for that, I have been a virgin all my life."

It looked like Dongwoo was done with his story but he wasn’t. He went further to add,

"And that is one of the reasons why I can’t accept your love." He said and raised his head to look them in the eye. "If you had attempted to have sex with me, you would’ve seen this awful side of me and like the others, *sniff* you would come to hate me, and that was the last thing I wanted. I don’t want you to hate me. I... Mph."

His voice ceased as Seojin stuck his lips to his and engaged in a hot kiss. Seojun looked at his side. When did he make a move? He was so fast on his feet.

Dongwoo felt pressured and a little out of breath as Seojin kissed him passionately, smacking their lips together and twirling their tongues.

He broke the kiss, leaving a thin line of saliva at the tips of their tongues and the further they parted, the thinker the line till it broke. He stared at Dongwoo’s flushed face.

"Say, Hyung, even after you told us that story, we still didn’t hate you. What will you do now?" He asked, brushing the corner of his lips.

Dongwoo stared up, trying to keep his vision straight since his vision was a bit hazy.

"What will I... Do?" He repeated, a bit absentminded.

"Hyung?" Seojun called. "Will you let us love you now?" He asked, taking Dongwoo’s hand. "Please, let us love you to our heart’s content."

"Love me... But..."

"Don’t be scared because of your trauma, Hyung." He inched closer. "I once heard that you can replace a horrible trauma with a better one." He said, and Seojin gave him the ’Are you seriously saying that right now?’ eyes, and Seojun continued. "Yes, Hyung. We can replace that horrible trauma with the pleasure of you having your hole drilled by two manly cocks. How’s that?"

His words earned a smack on the back.

’I should’ve known he was going to spout rubbish.’ Seojin said, shaking his head. ’He’s going to make Hyung misunderstand.’

But contrary to what he thought, Dongwoo actually laughed. He laughed so heartily that they wondered if he thought of a funny memory that he was laughing too much.

It couldn’t have been what Seojun said, could it?

"Replace one horrible trauma with a lighter trauma." He laughed. "Is that even possible?" His laughter slowly faded. "Will it even work?"

"Well, why don’t we try it out?" Seojun asked and Dogwood raised his head.

"Hyung," Seojin held his hand and knelt in front of him.

"Why are you on your knees?" Dongwoo asked, fluttering his eyelashes slowly in his calm but drunken frenzy. "Did you do something wrong?"

"What we did wrong," he kissed his hands. "...was bear witness to the horrible crime our father committed." He lifted his gaze and stared into Dongwoo’s eyes, looking saddened. " And share the same blood with that vile man."

"But it wasn’t your fault."

"And it wasn’t your fault, either." He said. "So, please, let us help you get over your trauma. Get over your pain. I believe you deserve happiness as much as you wish us happiness. Please."

He pleaded and Dongwoo’s soft heart was moved. He was too drunk to actually persist in refusing when they were being so gentle and soft with him.

"Then, will you promise not to hate me?" He asked. "If I start trembling in fear and I freeze up, promise you won’t abandon me."

"We will never do that, Hyung." Seojun said. "The only feeling we have for you is love."

"Thank you." He said, softly. "Then, please, take care of me," he twisted his lips. "...with all the love you have, so that my heart can feel free to embrace you."

"Yes, Hyung." Seojun said and inched closer till their lips were only inches apart. He brushed their lips together and watched to see Dongwoo’s reaction.

"We will treat you tenderly." Seojin said, kissing his hand while Seojun softly trailed his fingers over his neck. "So rely on us. Can you do that?"

With breath itched and a voice that sounded so much like a whisper as Seojun’s fingers left electric bolts wherever they grazed, he answered.

"Yes. Haa, I can."