RFT 30

“Right, I get it. But first, I can’t sleep in this position.”

“Why?”

Do Ye-jun racked his brain to persuade the stubborn Cheon Sa-hyun.

It was obvious that no matter how much he emphasized how embarrassing and uncomfortable this position was, it wouldn’t work on Cheon Sa-hyun in the slightest. He needed a different approach.

And the different approach Do Ye-jun chose was…

“I have nightmares if I sleep face down.”

It was a somewhat random excuse. Would it work? Do Ye-jun watched Cheon Sa-hyun’s reaction with vain hope. Cheon Sa-hyun let out a hum and said:

“Is that so? I didn’t know that.”

Then, he simply turned his body and laid Do Ye-jun on his side. He was still held in Cheon Sa-hyun’s arms.

“This works, right?”

“……Yeah.”

Still, it was better than nothing. Do Ye-jun decided to consider this a win. As he adjusted his uncomfortable posture slightly, Cheon Sa-hyun naturally slid his [stolen content]arm under Read on Read BL NovelsYe-jun’s head. This created a sense of [stolen content]stability in its own way. Since he kept making eye contact with Cheon Sa-hyun whenever he opened his eyes, Do Ye-jun just closed them.

He wondered if he’d actually be able to sleep like this, but once he closed his eyes, it wasn’t long before Do Ye-jun fell fast asleep. Listening to the steady sound of rhythmic breathing, Cheon Sa-hyun smiled silently.

“He’s sleeping like he doesn’t have a care in the world… Not knowing what I might do to him.”

“…….”

“If I just took Hyung out like this and locked him away somewhere, no one would know, right?”

Cheon Sa-hyun gently stroked Do Ye-jun’s hair.

After some time had passed, Do Ye-jun woke up to a rustling sound.

“Are you awake?”

He saw Cheon Sa-hyun. He was dressed neatly in a suit. As always, he looked perfect and poised.

“Sleep more.”

“……Are you going to work?”

Do Ye-jun’s voice was completely thick with sleep.

“Yes. I’ll be back.”

At those words, Do Ye-jun replied unconsciously.

“Mm-hmm… Have a good day.”

Cheon Sa-hyun chuckled. Then he leaned in and kissed Do Ye-jun on the forehead.

“Seriously, you’re so cute.”

Listening to Cheon Sa-hyun’s voice, Do Ye-jun drifted back into a hazy sleep.

After that, Cheon Sa-hyun truly began commuting to Do Ye-jun’s parents’ house every day. Given the distance, Do Ye-jun’s hope that he would give up after a few days was easily crushed.

Whenever it was time for Cheon Sa-hyun to get off work, his parents were busy preparing a lavish dinner table for him at the restaurant.

Do Ye-jun had to help them, contributing to making the dinner table bend under the weight of the food for Cheon Sa-hyun.

Since his parents asked him to do it, he did, but while doing so, he wondered what on earth he was doing.

During the day, he spent his time being ignored by the cat, Bori. Whenever he waved a toy that looked like foxtail grass, Bori hunted Do Ye-jun’s hand instead of the grass.

He wasn’t like this with Cheon Sa-hyun…

Every time that happened, Do Ye-jun felt wronged. The world must be determined to torment him.

‘Why? Because I asked to be let out of here? But you didn’t let me out!’

Do Ye-jun shed a few secret tears while applying ointment to the scratch marks from the cat. Then, he felt a bit embarrassed that a grown adult was crying over a wound that hadn’t even drawn a drop of blood.

As soon as Cheon Sa-hyun finished work, he came to the soup restaurant instead of home. He watched Do Ye-jun irritably clinking side dishes onto the table, and then, noticing something, he grabbed Do Ye-jun’s wrist.

“What happened here?”

Cheon Sa-hyun was the only one who noticed that small scratch on the back of the hand that no one else cared about.

“……Bori did it.”

Feeling suddenly emotional, Do Ye-jun bit his lip and gave a short answer. Cheon Sa-hyun frowned.

“That must have hurt. Did you apply medicine? We can’t have it leave a scar… You weren’t doing the dishes or anything, were you?”

Doing the dishes was the employees’ job, not Do Ye-jun’s. Do Ye-jun shook his head. Cheon Sa-hyun let out a light sigh.

“I’ll apply the medicine again when we get home.”

Do Ye-jun couldn’t even understand why he was being comforted by Cheon Sa-hyun when Cheon Sa-hyun was the reason this whole situation happened. Still, it was a fact that Cheon Sa-hyun, who worried about him, was a hundred times more grateful than his mother, who said, ‘Things like that heal if you put saliva on them,’ or his father, who blamed him instead, saying, ‘Why are you poking Bori’s temper for no reason?’

His gloomy mood lifting slightly, Do Ye-jun stolen contentpointed to the rolled omelets [unauthorized copy]in [Read on Read BL Novels]front of Cheon Sa-hyun and said:

“I made these.”

“Ah, so that’s why… I thought the shape looked a bit strange.”

This bastard, I actually spoke to him nicely for once…! Do Ye-jun let out an irritated huff.

“……Hey, don’t eat them.”

With that, he tried to snatch away the plate of rolled omelets. But Cheon Sa-hyun was faster. He quickly scooped up all the rolled omelets and piled them on top of his own bowl of rice.

Left holding only an empty plate, Do Ye-jun felt hollow. Looking at the rice, which was so covered in rolled omelets that not a single grain of rice was visible, Cheon Sa-hyun smiled happily.

“I’ll enjoy the meal.”

“…Eat them or don’t.”

“And it’s not ‘hey,’ it’s ‘honey.’”

“…….”

Do Ye-jun didn’t respond and tried to head back to the kitchen. However, he failed because Cheon Sa-hyun caught him.

“Did you eat, Hyung?”

“I’ve been smelling food all day, so I have no appetite.”

Do Ye-jun had always been like this; when helping out at the shop, he would only eat a few snacks and not eat proper meals. Since he spent a long time in a space filled with the smell of food, he didn’t feel like eating anything.

“……Have you been skipping meals all this time?”

The quick-witted Cheon Sa-hyun realized from Do Ye-jun’s words that he had been neglecting his meals. His mother, who had already brought a handful of fruit for dessert, spoke from beside them.

“Sigh, don’t even get me started. He says he won’t eat even when I tell him to. I told him to go eat at another restaurant if he’s tired of the food here, but he says no.”

“Ah, Mom…!”

His mother leaked his secrets as if Cheon Sa-hyun were someone special. In other words… as if Cheon Sa-hyun were actually her son-in-law. Then, Cheon Sa-hyun naturally poured out a lecture on Do Ye-jun on behalf of the mother.

“Sit next to me.”

“I don’t want to… Just eat by yourself.”

“’Yourself’?”

Cheon Sa-hyun got fixated on the honorifics again. Do Ye-jun checked his reaction and then slid into the seat next to him.

“Good choice.”

Cheon Sa-hyun smiled with satisfaction and stroked Do Ye-jun’s head. There was no other way. If he hadn’t sat down, Do Ye-jun would have been forced to call him ‘honey.’ The only way to avoid that was to listen to what Cheon Sa-hyun said.

“Enjoy your meal. Oh, the rolled omelets are off-limits. I’m eating all of them.”

“……It’s not like I wanted them anyway.”

Actually, there was another reason why Do Ye-jun wanted to flee from the table quickly. He had ‘accidentally’ put a bit too much salt in while making the rolled omelets.

‘It’s a terrible thing to waste food.’

Thinking that, Do Ye-jun had completed the wretched rolled omelets and served them to Cheon Sa-hyun.

When Cheon Sa-hyun picked up one piece, the rest of the poorly cut omelets came tumbling along with it.

“…The rolled omelets seem to get along well.”

Do Ye-jun pretended not to hear Cheon Sa-hyun’s comment. He silently watched Cheon Sa-hyun put the omelet in his mouth. Do Ye-jun predicted Cheon Sa-hyun’s reaction.

‘Will he just say it tastes bad? No. He’ll probably still say it’s delicious. He won’t spit it out just because I made it.’

Do Ye-jun’s timid revenge was being executed silently. He expected Cheon Sa-hyun to be horrified or to force himself to eat it while pretending it was tasty…

But Cheon Sa-hyun’s expression [unauthorized copy]as he slowly [stolen content]chewed and swallowed the omelet was perfectly calm.

“I’ve felt this before, but it’s certain that…”

“…….”

“Cooking skills aren’t hereditary.”

“……What?”

“It’s okay. You’re cute, Hyung.”

Saying that, Cheon Sa-hyun put a second piece of rolled omelet in his mouth. That rolled omelet, which would be hard to swallow without drinking water!

When he had tasted it himself, it was definitely the taste of heaven. Meaning, a taste that would send you straight to heaven the moment you ate it. But how?

Do Ye-jun jumped up in indignation.

“That’s not true! I’m actually really good at making rolled omelets!”

“Is that so?”

Cheon Sa-hyun replied dismissively, sounding completely unconvinced. And that was enough to provoke Do Ye-jun.

“Wow… You think this is my skill? Seriously?”

“Hmm? You said you made this.”

“No, I did make it! I did, but…!”

“……But?”

Looking into Cheon Sa-hyun’s eyes, Do Ye-jun’s throat suddenly tightened. To prove his cooking skills were real, he would have to confess that he had poured salt into the omelets on purpose to screw over Cheon Sa-hyun. In his imagination, Do Ye-jun smacked himself over the head, lamenting his own stupidity.

“……I can do better.”

In the end, Do Ye-jun spoke in a deflated voice and sat back down. Cheon Sa-hyun said as he put a third piece of rolled omelet in his mouth:

“Yes, I’ll look forward to it.”

It was a total defeat. He had lost so miserably that there were no words left to make an excuse. Do Ye-jun stuffed the seasoned vegetable side dish in front of him into his mouth.