RFT 32

Cheon Sa-hyun stared intently at Do Ye-jun with a look that clearly desired something.

“We had such a desperate and poignant love. You said so yourself, so why are you disappointing me?”

In an instant, Cheon Sa-hyun wore a wounded expression. Do Ye-jun let out a low groan.

“I really can’t do it, it’s too cringeworthy.”

“Why? You did it just fine before.”

“When did I…! No, that’s not it…. The past me might have, but… the current me…… isn’t like that….”

Do Ye-jun, who had flared up in anger, immediately lowered his voice upon seeing Sa-hyun’s expression turn menacing.

“Give me some time to prepare myself mentally.”

“How much time?”

“……Do I have to tell you right now?”

“Yes. Exactly how much do you need?”

After some deliberation, Do Ye-jun held up three fingers.

“3 seconds?”

“What? No!”

Three seconds was a negligible amount of time. This wasn’t a 100-meter dash…

“Then 3 minutes?”

“A bit more than that….”

“I understand. 3 hours.”

“…….”

In truth, Do Ye-jun had been thinking of 3 years. He knew it was an unscrupulous amount of time, but he couldn’t help it. He truly couldn’t bring himself to say the words.

How could he possibly utter such words with his own mouth…!

Ha, just thinking about it gave him goosebumps.

However, he couldn’t shamelessly ask for 3 years from Cheon Sa-hyun, who had offered 3 hours as if doing him a favor.

Do Ye-jun accepted the 3-hour deal, feeling like he was forced to swallow a bitter pill.

The problem, however, was that they were both about to fall asleep, and 3 hours was more than enough time for Do Ye-jun to drift off.

Thus, dawn arrived, and just as Do Ye-jun was deeply immersed in a dream, Cheon Sa-hyun began to gently shake him awake. He had no intention of letting him off the hook. He knew that if he let it slide once or twice, Do Ye-jun would continue to avoid it by any means necessary.

He had to make it clear from the start. That the moment he [unauthorized copy]had fled to [unauthorized copy]this [stolen content]place, the period of being lenient was over.

“Hyung, wake up.”

“Mmm….”

Do Ye-jun twisted his body away from Cheon Sa-hyun’s hand as if it were a nuisance.

“3 hours have passed.”

“……Yeah.”

Even in this state, Do Ye-jun answered diligently. He didn’t seem to have any awareness of what he was hearing or what he was saying.

“Are you mentally prepared?”

“……Yeah.”

“Then do it.”

“……Yeah.”

Do Ye-jun continued to mumble the same word over and over, like a stretched-out tape. It was hard to call it speaking; it was closer to a sound vibrating in his throat.

“Hurry.”

Hearing Sa-hyun’s words, Do Ye-jun vaguely mimicked him. Seeing this, Cheon Sa-hyun spoke slowly.

“Honey.”

“……Ho, ney….”

Do Ye-jun’s eyes fluttered open. Their eyes met through his narrow field of vision. Cheon Sa-hyun gently brushed his thumb against the corner of his eye. Do Ye-jun slowly closed and opened his eyes as if accepting the touch.

Do Ye-jun, who used to loathe physical contact, had become so naturally accustomed to his touch. A smile played on Cheon Sa-hyun’s lips.

“I love you.”

As Cheon Sa-hyun whispered, Do Ye-jun blinked. He still seemed completely out of it.

“Hyung has to say it too.”

“……Yeah.”

“I love you.”

“Mmm…… I love you.”

Finally hearing the desired words from his lips, Cheon Sa-hyun couldn’t resist and kissed Do Ye-jun deeply. Because of that, Do Ye-jun, waking up in a haze, thought:

‘What the hell, why is he suddenly acting up again….’

Even so, thinking it would eventually stop, he gave up and surrendered his body. He had absolutely no memory of what he had said.

And that day, from the moment Cheon Sa-hyun Read on Read BL Novelsstolen contentreturned from work, Do unauthorized copyYe-jun felt that something was going wrong.

“Are you really coming this weekend too?”

“…….”

“Huh?”

“…….”

“Cheon Sa-hyun? Sa-hyun?”

“…….”

“…Are you really going to be like this?”

For some unknown reason, Cheon Sa-hyun had started refusing to respond unless Do Ye-jun used the term ‘honey.’

‘Could he be protesting because I fell asleep like that yesterday?’

Do Ye-jun waved his hand in front of Cheon Sa-hyun. Cheon Sa-hyun simply looked down at him intently.

“…….”

Seeing him stubbornly keep his mouth shut, Do Ye-jun forced himself to speak, feeling that he’d rather die than suffer through this.

“Sigh, ho… ney…?”

“Yes. I’ll be coming this weekend too.”

The moment the word ‘honey’ left Do Ye-jun’s mouth, Cheon Sa-hyun answered as if he had been waiting for it. Do Ye-jun was on the verge of losing his mind. If he could, he wanted to give Cheon Sa-hyun a flick on the forehead.

“No, why are you so obsessed with that title? Is there honey smeared on those words?”

As Do Ye-jun complained, Cheon Sa-hyun replied nonchalantly.

“You did so well last night, but now you keep playing coy, Hyung.”

“When did I!”

“Last night, you called me honey and told me you love me.”

At those words, Do Ye-jun was horrified and quickly denied it. He sounded absolutely convinced that he could never have done such a thing.

“What are you talking about! You must have dreamed it. I really never did that!”

“…….”

“You’re lying, aren’t you?”

“…….”

When Cheon Sa-hyun shut his mouth again, Do Ye-jun suppressed his anger and let out a loud sigh. Then, driven by stubbornness, he spoke.

“Fine, honey. You honey-like bastard. You definitely dreamed it. I swear I never did that!”

No, really, isn’t this going too far? How on earth could he have called Cheon Sa-hyun ‘honey’ or said he loved him…!

Do Ye-jun was so appalled he felt like he might faint. However, Cheon Sa-hyun spoke firmly in his usual tone.

“Honey really did it.”

“I doubt it! No matter how much I think about it, I never did that to honey! Isn’t it just honey’s imagination?”

“It makes me sad when honey does that and then keeps denying it.”

“Wow, this honey is really framing an innocent person….”

In the midst of this confusing ‘honey’ chatter, Do Ye-jun’s mother, who happened to open the door to give them some fruit, gasped and closed the door again after leaving a single comment.

“My goodness….”

Do Ye-jun slammed his head [stolen content]into [visit our site]his [visit our site]mattress. His head bounced back from the impact. Burying his face in his hands, Do Ye-jun muttered.

“Ha… I want to die….”

Sitting in his office and attending to his work, Cheon Sa-hyun kept letting out small chuckles.

Secretary Kim Jun-hwan, standing beside him, was bewildered by this. During the weekly business report just moments ago, Cheon Sa-hyun’s atmosphere had been so cold and fierce that one couldn’t dare speak to him. Seeing that, Kim Jun-hwan had thought today’s work was doomed….

That was why he had hurriedly bought expensive coffee to serve him. Cheon Sa-hyun had simply instructed him to leave it on the desk, and then he kept chuckling mysteriously while looking at his laptop monitor. Wondering if Cheon Sa-hyun was watching something funny, Kim Jun-hwan stealthily stepped behind the desk.

“…….”

And upon seeing a feast of reports filling the laptop screen, he quietly returned to his original spot. It seemed the Director had gone a bit mad. He had always been a bit mad, but… recently, for some reason, the direction of that madness seemed slightly different.

Before, he definitely seemed like a sociopath, but lately, it felt as if he had some kind of mania….

Either way, it was equally terrifying. Kim Jun-hwan managed his expression as best as he could and stared at the distant mountains. Due to the particularly severe fine dust, even the mountains, which were usually faintly visible through the window, were covered in gray.

“Ahem….”

Kim Jun-hwan tried clearing his throat for no reason, but Cheon Sa-hyun didn’t even budge.

“Um… Director? Has something good happened?”

Unable to contain his curiosity, Kim Jun-hwan finally asked, and only then did Cheon Sa-hyun turn his gaze toward him.

“Do I look like I’m in a good mood?”

The person who asked the question was him, yet a question returned instead of an answer. Kim Jun-hwan replied flustered.

“Huh? Yes… a little?”

“Then I suppose it’s good.”

What on earth was that answer? Cheon Sa-hyun spoke as if his own mood belonged to someone else.

“Don’t stand there hurting your legs; you may leave.”

Though phrased indirectly, it was ultimately an order to leave. Since he didn’t have any particular business anyway, Kim Jun-hwan bowed his head and exited the office. Cheon Sa-hyun took a sip of the coffee Kim Jun-hwan had brought.

Perhaps the ‘honey’ incident had been quite shocking to Do Ye-jun, as he was desperately trying not to call Cheon Sa-hyun ‘honey.’ And naturally, Cheon Sa-hyun was desperately trying to hear the word ‘honey’ from Do Ye-jun.

In truth, the original meaning had long since faded. For Do Ye-jun, it was a battle of pride, and for Cheon Sa-hyun, it was simply a form of entertainment to tease Do Ye-jun. The title itself wasn’t actually that important. Cheon Sa-hyun sincerely enjoyed Do Ye-jun’s disgust.

He felt an inexplicable thrill whenever Do Ye-jun called him, gritting his teeth while projecting his dislike with his entire body. To the point where, if possible, he wanted to just bite and devour Do Ye-jun as he was.