By Zephyria 
As Yeon-rok looked up with wide eyes, Yeom Cheon-ho—this time with a touch completely devoid of ulterior motives—quickly scrubbed his legs and back before rinsing away all the bubbles.
Only after he had roughly dried him with a towel and helped him into a robe could Yeon-rok finally breathe a sigh of relief. At this point, he didn’t care whether Yeom Cheon-ho picked him up and plopped him into the wheelchair or not. He felt as though he had suffered a calamity simply by suggesting he wanted to wash.
Yeom Cheon-ho used a dryer to blow-dry Yeon-rok’s hair until it was fluffy, then laid him back down on the bed. He didn’t forget to raise the bed’s safety guards. Having regained some peace of mind, Yeon-rok bravely asked again.
“By any chance, are we lovers?”
“……No.”
Yeon-rok felt disappointed for some reason at the answer that came after a brief pause.
“If I had to describe our relationship, I would say it is that of a guardian and a ward.”
“Is that really all?”
“For now, you need to rest, so let’s discuss the details once we return home.”
There was a faint hint of playfulness in his voice. When Yeon-rok looked at him with suspicion, the slight smile on Yeom Cheon-ho’s lips faded. He spoke as he covered Yeon-rok with a blanket.
“I hope you recover quickly and regain your memories, Yeon-rok-ssi.”
The doctor had said the possibility of his memories returning was low, but Yeon-rok kept that to himself. The other man had likely heard it too. As Yeon-rok pulled the blanket up to the tip of his nose, Yeom Cheon-ho spoke.
“And I’m sorry for letting things turn out this way.”
Due to the aftereffects of his head injury, Yeon-rok spent the first few days of his hospitalization doing nothing but sleeping. Although Yeom Cheon-ho had said they weren’t dating, no matter how much he thought about it, Yeon-rok felt as if he were juggling three different men.
To find clues as to how things had ended up like this, he scrolled through his returned phone. Looking at his messages, he had the most exchanges with Choi Hwan, though they were filled with trivial nonsense. The messages with Yeom Cheon-ho or Moon Gyeon-woo weren’t that numerous, and similarly, contained nothing of importance. Rather, he had the most messages with a person who seemed to be a Hyung and a secretary named Kim Jeong-seong.
Surely I’m not in ‘that’ kind of relationship with this person too?
Becoming the incarnation of suspicion, he searched through his social media, but there had been no updates for several months. He wasn’t the type to use social media often in the first place. However, there was a direct message from someone.
[Are you Lee Yeon-rok-ssi?]
After replying that he was, but asking who the sender was, Yeon-rok had completely forgotten about it. It was mostly because he was so sleepy; whenever he woke up, Choi Hwan was always by his side. When he asked why he was so free, Choi Hwan told him he was on a break. The hospital food was quite tasty, but Choi Hwan brought homemade lunch boxes from somewhere every single day.
“Did you make this yourself?”
“No, I’m not good at cooking. Someone else packed it for me.”
While happily eating the lunch box, which tasted of home and sincerity, Yeon-rok cautiously asked Choi Hwan.
“By any chance, has anyone else come to visit me?”
“No? No one has come.”
He seemed genuinely puzzled as he answered. Occasionally, Yeon-rok could sense traces of other people—presumably Moon Gyeon-woo or Yeom Cheon-ho—having stopped by. The perfectly adjusted room temperature or the snacks tailored to Yeon-rok’s taste were not things the seemingly unrefined Choi Hwan would have taken care of. It seemed he was either truly unaware or an excellent actor.
Only after one final brain scan was Yeon-rok finally discharged. He climbed into the car under the strict protection of unfamiliar bodyguards who looked at him with concern. Yeon-rok quickly asked Choi Hwan, who was sitting next to him.
“Um, by any chance, are we living together?”
“Yeah, we’ve been living together for about half a year.”
Half a year… though he had no memory of it, one of the items on his wish list—living with a name partner—had already come true.
With a fluttering heart, he arrived at the house, which was even more grand and magnificent than he had imagined. As expected of a national actor, it seemed Choi Hwan had made an enormous amount of money. And as soon as he entered the house, someone greeted him warmly.
“Our young master, are you feeling better? Oh dear, to be injured so severely. Does anything hurt? Come, sit here first.”
A woman who asked him to call her Mrs. Park had tears in her eyes, genuinely worried about his health. This person was also a stranger to Yeon-rok’s memory. Nevertheless, it didn’t take long before they were chatting comfortably.
After eating a nourishing meal for lunch, Yeon-rok was given a tour of the house by Choi Hwan. Like the exterior, every corner of the interior exuded luxury. When he visited his own room, the place he was most curious about, Yeon-rok had no choice but to agree. He really had lived here. He saw familiar objects scattered around.
“Are you still sleepy? Do you want to take a nap?”
Choi Hwan asked worriedly, checking Yeon-rok’s complexion. Yeon-rok, who had been staring at a safe placed in plain sight wondering what on earth it was, nodded. He had recovered enough that he no longer felt dizzy, but he was still quite tired.
“Alright, get some deep sleep. I’ll wake you up for dinner. And……”
Blushing slightly, Choi Hwan asked cautiously and shyly.
“If it’s okay, can I kiss you?”
He was so bashful that even Yeon-rok felt embarrassed on his behalf. Blushing himself, Yeon-rok nodded.
“Yeah, it’s okay.”
Choi Hwan kissed Yeon-rok. Even though their lips had only just met, Yeon-rok found himself closing his eyes instinctively.
Perhaps because they were name partners, contact with Choi Hwan felt very pleasant. Of course, contact with Moon Gyeon-woo or Yeom Cheon-ho had also felt quite good. ……No, more than just good, the feeling was similar. Why? Shouldn’t contact with a name partner be overwhelmingly better?
It was then. While kissing passionately, Choi Hwan narrowed his eyes and asked Yeon-rok.
“Are you thinking about something else right now?”
“No?! I wasn’t!”
Thinking of other people while kissing his lover. Feeling guilty, Yeon-rok denied it with a start. However, Choi Hwan’s expression turned sullen as he saw through the lie, leaving Yeon-rok at a loss. It was a sense of guilt for doing something wrong in front of his lover. With a crestfallen face, Choi Hwan pressed him.
“Want me to suck it for you?”
……He wasn’t pressing him for information. Yeon-rok asked back, doubting his own ears.
“Huh? Do what?”
“It’ll speed up your recovery, make you feel good, and help you sleep better. Didn’t you like it last time? Or was I the only one who enjoyed it?”
Yeon-rok’s mouth hung open. He glanced around the empty room and hesitated. If he hadn’t liked it, there was no way he would have rolled around in the hospital room for an hour straight last time. Honestly, he was very attracted to the idea.
As if reading his mind, Choi Hwan grinned and knelt. When a surprised Yeon-rok stepped back, Choi Hwan followed him on his knees. When Yeon-rok tripped over the bed and plopped down, Choi Hwan slid in between his legs and looked up with narrowed eyes.
“Nom.”
Then, he suddenly bit down over the fabric of his pants, startling Yeon-rok. However, since he didn’t use his teeth, a warm and erotic sensation washed over him instead of pain. Yeon-rok’s eyes trembled as Choi Hwan mumbled and sucked, soaking the thin, comfortable fabric of the pants with saliva. His sexual desire ignited in an instant, but he barely managed to regain his reason.
“L-lock the door…… ngh!”
“Mmh, it’s okay. I locked it when I came in.”
What? When on earth? No, then he intended to do this from the moment he entered……! While Yeon-rok was realizing this, Choi Hwan quickly stripped his clothes, pulled out his penis, and swallowed it with a flick of his tongue.
“……!”
In the blink of an eye, half of it was sucked into Choi Hwan’s mouth. As he sucked and gave a gentle, smiling look with his eyes, blood rushed downward rapidly. Yeon-rok couldn’t even push him away; he could only pant. It felt so good his head began to throb.
While he had been infinitely awkward before, today Choi Hwan sucked him skillfully and deeply. Occasionally, the tip brushed and hurt, but the pleasure far outweighed that brief pain. Yeon-rok gripped the shoulders of the man bobbing his head between his legs, stifling his moans. He was worried about Mrs. Park downstairs. Choi Hwan intentionally pulled his lips away from the glans with a loud pop and patted his thigh.
“Don’t hold back your moans. This room is soundproof……”
Then, he pressed his well-shaped lips back onto the tip of the penis. Twitching, Yeon-rok looked down at Choi Hwan, who was devotedly licking the reddened glans. Choi Hwan, focused to the point of knitting his brows, reached out and began to fiddle with Yeon-rok’s foot.
“……?”
Watching to see what he would do, Yeon-rok saw him pull his foot between his legs. Then, he blatantly rubbed his bulging crotch against the top of his foot and ankle. Yeon-rok tried to pull his foot away belatedly, but his ankle was held firmly. Choi Hwan whined.
“Can’t you at least give me your foot?”