By Zephyria 
After thinking for a moment, Yeom Cheon-ho glanced around and brought over a wheelchair parked in the corner. Pleased by this, Yeon-rok tried to move over to the wheelchair, but suddenly his body was lifted into the air. Yeom Cheon-ho picked him up with ease, and Yeon-rok, frozen in shock and unable to even gasp, was placed onto the wheelchair.
“No, wait….”
With a stuttering, flustered Yeon-rok on board, the wheelchair rolled straight into the bathroom. Just as he feared, Yeom Cheon-ho lifted Yeon-rok again and sat him on the toilet. Not stopping there, Yeom Cheon-ho reached down to pull his pants down, but Yeon-rok desperately blocked him.
“No, please don’t do this!”
Perhaps because he raised his voice, a nurse rushed in. While the nurse checked the situation in the bathroom with a professional, sharp gaze, Yeon-rok’s face turned a shade of red as if it were about to explode. Whether it was because he was the only one feeling self-conscious and embarrassed, Yeom Cheon-ho and the nurse exchanged words nonchalantly.
“Nurse, the patient wants a bath. Is that alright?”
“As long as he isn’t doing it alone. Fortunately, the patient’s condition has improved significantly, so a light shower should be fine. It’ll be uncomfortable, so I’ll remove the needle for a moment.”
The nurse removed the IV needle and slapped a waterproof bandage over the spot. She also left a piece of advice to avoid hot or cold water and wash with lukewarm water instead. Yeon-rok wanted to grab her and tell her not to go, but the nurse vanished in an instant, pulling the IV pole with her.
Yeon-rok looked up at Yeom Cheon-ho in despair. Yeom Cheon-ho threatened him. Or rather, he presented an option that sounded like a threat.
“Would you prefer that I take care of you, or that a stranger does?”
To the memory-less Yeon-rok, Yeom Cheon-ho was practically a stranger. In that case, it seemed better to choose the person who was more favorable toward him. Besides, it was difficult to go against Yeom Cheon-ho.
“Please, just let me use the bathroom by myself.”
Yeon-rok pleaded, but Yeom Cheon-ho showed not a shred of compromise. He insisted on stripping off Yeon-rok’s pants and underwear. Not content with that, he remained standing right there in the bathroom. Only after Yeon-rok begged and pleaded for him to just tie him up instead did he finally step back. He even brought an actual restraint strap and tied one of Yeon-rok’s arms to the handle near the toilet before leaving.
Yeon-rok urinated while feeling profound shame. It was also his first time urinating while sitting. Even after he finished, he hesitated to call Yeom Cheon-ho, but a knock sounded immediately.
“Yeon-rok-ssi? Is something wrong?”
“No! I-I’m done.”
Yeon-rok answered in a voice that barely escaped his throat. Since Yeom Cheon-ho had taken his pants and underwear anyway, he had no choice but to call him. He pulled his top down as much as possible to cover between his legs.
“Yeon-rok-ssi, you don’t seem to realize how dangerous a fall can be. If someone with a head injury falls and hits their head again, wouldn’t that be fatal?”
Yeom Cheon-ho was right. However, that didn’t make the shame disappear. Regardless of what their relationship was, since he had lost his memory, they were practically strangers. Moreover, it was even worse because the other man was a handsome man dressed in a crisp suit.
“I will wash you.”
“No! I just want to go back to bed….”
Yeon-rok’s voice was slightly grumpy, his nerves frayed by the confusing situation. Yeom Cheon-ho, who was untying the restraint, gazed at him blankly before slowly stroking the nape of his neck. His gaze swept over the traces of another person remaining on the nape.
“But don’t you feel sticky? You probably smell of sweat….”
Yeon-rok flinched and looked up at Yeom Cheon-ho. The touch caressing him was so tender that it felt strange. Just as he began to wonder, Yeom Cheon-ho spoke.
“Don’t be so nervous. Haven’t you and I already seen everything there is to see of each other?”
“S-seen everything?”
Two partners was shocking enough, but surely not three? Due to that kind of suspicion, Yeom Cheon-ho looked down at Yeon-rok’s confused and desperate expression and smiled broadly. Having immediately grasped the situation, a somewhat mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.
“I mean that we are in a relationship where we’ve seen each other naked and shared a bed.”
“…!”
Lee Yeon-rok, you crazy bastard! Are you a Casanova?! You had a name partner, and as if two weren’t enough, you were juggling three!
While Yeon-rok was screaming internally, Yeom Cheon-ho scooped him up and placed him in the bathtub. As Yeon-rok looked up with a tearful face, Yeom Cheon-ho stripped off his top. Watching the man take off his suit jacket and roll up his dress shirt sleeves, Yeon-rok resigned himself.
“How is the water temperature?”
Holding the showerhead, Yeom Cheon-ho asked as he sprayed lukewarm water starting from the head.
“It’s fine….”
Yeon-rok answered weakly. After thoroughly wetting his hair, Yeom Cheon-ho handed him the showerhead and shampooed his hair. He gripped the back of Yeon-rok’s neck firmly with his large hand to ensure his head didn’t shake, skillfully lathering the shampoo. The touch felt so good that Yeon-rok struggled to keep his expression from softening.
After rinsing the hair with water, Yeom Cheon-ho applied body wash to a shower ball and created a rich lather. As the shower ball moved toward his body, Yeon-rok became desperate again.
“This! I’ll do this part!”
“The only thing you need to do, Yeon-rok-ssi, is hold onto the handle.”
Yeom Cheon-ho asked kindly, placing Yeon-rok’s hand on the handle.
“Or would you like me to tie you up again, like before?”
“No….”
This man has a bit of a dictator streak. While venting his frustration internally, Yeon-rok obediently gripped the handle. Yeom Cheon-ho began to wash his body with the shower ball. Following the trajectory of the shower ball without thinking, Yeon-rok’s face turned pale as he belatedly spotted the marks Choi Hwan had left. His entire body was mottled with marks of being bitten and sucked.
“Could you lift your arm a bit?”
Yeon-rok fidgeted, glancing at Yeom Cheon-ho. The man had eyes; he must have seen everything. However, Yeom Cheon-ho didn’t seem angry at all. He simply continued to wash Yeon-rok’s body with care.
Didn’t he just say we’ve seen each other naked and shared a bed? Weren’t we dating? Or does this man know that I was juggling two—no, three people? Just as Yeon-rok was cursing his past self, unable to do anything.
“Could you spread your legs a bit?”
“What?”
The request was made in such a calm and composed tone that Yeon-rok doubted his own ears for a moment. Their eyes met, and Yeom Cheon-ho smiled broadly, making Yeon-rok lean against him. Then, he reached out immediately. His large hand unhesitatingly gripped and pulled the inner thigh. The space between his legs, which he had been curling up in shame, was now wide open.
“No, wait a second!”
Flustered, Yeon-rok struggled and almost slipped in the soapy tub. But before that happened, Yeom Cheon-ho’s arm slid under his armpit, supporting him firmly. A voice laced with amusement landed coolly over Yeon-rok’s reddened ears.
“See? I told you that you’d almost slip.”
“That’s because you—!”
Yeon-rok couldn’t finish his sentence. While holding his chin with the hand supporting his armpit, Yeom Cheon-ho directed the shower ball downward.
Rub, scrub. The shower ball rubbed between his legs. It frictioned against his penis smoothly along with the slippery foam. Because the touch seemed devoid of ulterior motives, only Yeon-rok’s face burned red. When the ball cleaned the shaft and testicles, moved to the perineum, and then slid deep between his buttocks, Yeon-rok couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed his arm. Yeom Cheon-ho stopped moving immediately.
“U-um. You probably know from the doctor, but I have no memory right now. Just what exactly is our relationship? Why are you doing this?”
Yeom Cheon-ho looked down at Yeon-rok, who was half-sobbing from shock and embarrassment, and answered with a smile.
“We are in a relationship where I promised to take responsibility for you.”
“What? Why… for me….”
“Because I made your body like this.”
As he spoke, Yeom Cheon-ho’s gaze was fixed on Yeon-rok’s half-erect penis. Yeon-rok snapped his legs shut, but realizing he had trapped Yeom Cheon-ho’s arm, he flustered and opened them awkwardly again.
What on earth does it mean to take responsibility because he made my body like this!
Truly, he felt like running away because he could no longer endure this shame. As Yeon-rok slowly pushed the arm away with trembling hands and kept his mouth shut, Yeom Cheon-ho furrowed one eyebrow and smiled apologetically.
“I’m sorry for being mischievous. It seems that I… am feeling jealous right now.”
The voice saying those words was exceptionally low.