By Zephyria 
Side Story 2
They say if hearts connect, bodies connect too. Or was it the other way around? Actually, it doesn’t really matter. Cha Eui-jae is currently racking his brain with random thoughts to distract himself.
‘This is driving me crazy, seriously.’
He was lying on Lee Sa-young’s king-size bed in the bedroom, stiff as a wooden doll. Both hands were neatly placed on his sternum. Anyone who saw him would think he was cursed to freeze in a perfect posture. Sa-young, who was walking over with a wine bottle and two glasses, narrowed his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Just… thinking deeply for a moment. What kind of wine did you bring?”
“Just, I’m in a good mood.”
Eui-jae’s conscience screamed in agony at Lee Sa-young’s face, which looked as content as a well-fed cat.
“Get up.”
He put down the wine and held out his hand.
No, I don’t want to get up.
But it felt wrong to leave the offered hand hanging. Eventually, Eui-jae took Sa-young’s hand and sat up. Sa-young poured red wine into a glass and handed it to him.
“Here. Drink.”
No, I don’t want to drink.
But his hand betrayed his will and accepted the glass. Eui-jae generally preferred Korean food over Western, and soju over wine. Of course, those were all excuses. He would eat anything Sa-young gave him. He wasn’t picky about food. He just couldn’t stand this awkward atmosphere.
Sa-young narrowed his eyes and scanned Eui-jae.
“Hmm…. Why are you so weird? Especially today.”
“What, what about me?”
“Why are you so creaky? It’s not like we haven’t slept together before?”
Of course not. The two of them were practically living together at Sa-young’s house, and they always shared a bed when they were both home. In fact, Eui-jae insisted that he had his own room at the Hanover Soup Restaurant and his old house, so he didn’t need to impose, but Sa-young flatly refused.
‘If Hyung wants to arrest me with his own hands and throw me in jail, go ahead.’
It was a declaration that if they didn’t live together, he would commit a crime to make Hyung come and arrest him. Eui-jae surrendered completely to the threat he had never heard before. Okay, let’s sleep together, damn it!
That’s how their cohabitation began. The former Wave Guild Leader, now freelance Hunter Lee Sa-young, went to work as a customer at the Hanover Soup Restaurant when he had no other business to attend to, and the former Rank 1 hero, now Hanover Soup Restaurant Master Cha Eui-jae, had evolved into a respectable business owner.
Going to work together in the morning, leaving work together, and falling asleep in the same bed. It was a life full of love that any affectionate lover would dream of.
But the reason why he was so creaky today was….
The glasses clinked together, making a clear sound. Sa-young was clearly excited. He put the glass on the side table and kissed Eui-jae all over his face. The unique sweet scent mixed with the scent of wine created a richer aroma than usual. This is driving me crazy. Sa-young chuckled at his twitching shoulders.
“Is this your first time kissing? Why are you so stiff?”
“Hey, that’s different from this.”
“What’s different?”
A dark hand brushed his side. Eui-jae flinched.
“Well, like… when you set the mood like this, it’s a bit….”
“Are you nervous?”
“Uh… it’s a little awkward.”
Thick lips approached softly. Uh…. As their tongues intertwined, the scent of wine became even stronger. Eui-jae tilted his head slightly. Every sense was reacting to Sa-young’s every move. While he was losing his mind, a large hand slipped under his shirt and stroked his waist and chest. It was a natural touch.
But that touch snapped him back to reality. Eui-jae quickly pulled his lips away.
“Hey, wait a minute….”
Cold fingers didn’t stop and rubbed his nipples. It wasn’t a stimulation that immediately led to pleasure, but, well. The ticklish sensation was awkward. Eui-jae hunched his shoulders.
“Ugh….”
Sa-young skillfully moved his hands, groping and caressing his body. Damn it, why is he so skilled? Heat rose wherever his hands touched. Just as his breathing was gradually becoming labored, his hand slipped out from under his clothes. And Sa-young knelt between Eui-jae’s legs on the bed.
“Can I take off your pants?”
Don’t bother asking for permission. Eui-jae covered his eyes with his arm and nodded slightly. With a chuckle, a hand reached his waist. The gray sweatpants were easily pulled down, revealing his underwear and bare legs.
A dark hand gripped his foot and kissed the instep. It was a very tender kiss. Eui-jae trembled.
“Hey! Why my feet….”
“Umm… because I want to.”
Sa-young didn’t stop at kissing. He stuck out his dark tongue and licked each toe. At the sensation of the wet tongue digging into the gaps between his toes, Eui-jae gasped and twisted his waist.
Lee Sa-young is crazy. He must be crazy.
The wet and ticklish sensation numbed his mind. Eui-jae twitched his legs every time he felt the sensation of the tongue. His toes kept curling up.
It’s ticklish, but strangely, it felt good. Damn it, my head isn’t working. His labored breathing gradually became heated.
The hand that had been rubbing the hollow part of his sole pulled his ankle. At the same time, both legs were placed on something solid. Naturally, his legs and waist floated in the air, and the solid knees and thighs filled the space. A tingling pain was felt in his calves. Eui-jae was startled and lowered his arm.
Sa-young was looking down at him, biting his calves placed on his shoulders. His purple eyes were intense.
“Hyung.”
In an instant, Eui-jae realized his state. His shirt was pulled up to his chest, and his legs were spread apart on his shoulders. Eui-jae’s face flushed. It was a revealing pose. He couldn’t hide anything. Not his flushed face, not the bulge in his underwear, not his twitching legs. Everything.
At that moment, his mind went blank. When his brain stopped working due to excessive shame, the most primal instinct, the survival instinct, began to function first.
Eui-jae’s legs moved flexibly and slipped out of Sa-young’s grasp. And gaining momentum in the air,
Whack!
He hit something. A rather violent impact sound rang out. No, wait. Eui-jae, with his legs extended, suddenly came to his senses.
Didn’t I just hit something properly?
Eui-jae looked with trembling eyes at the place where his heel had struck. His heel was precisely on Sa-young’s side.
“…….”
“…….”
A hellish silence flowed. This is crazy. Am I really crazy? Eui-jae quickly got up and grabbed Sa-young’s shoulders.
“Sa, Sa-young, are you okay? Ah, shit, I’m really sorry, I was too nervous. Ah, damn it, this is driving me crazy. Are you okay? Does it hurt? Take off your clothes, let me see.”
“…Hyung.”
“Uh, uh. Sa-young. Tell me.”
“I’m….”
“Uh-oh….”
“…It hurts a little.”
Eui-jae, who was about to tear off Sa-young’s top, suddenly raised his head. Cold sweat was beading on his pale skin. Sa-young was crouching, holding the area where his heel had struck. Eui-jae jumped up.
“Sa-young!”
I’m screwed.
Eui-jae put his arm around Sa-young’s shoulders and rummaged through his pants to take out his phone. After a few rings, the other party answered the phone.
―Yes, ThisIsVerySmallMiracleMin―
“119!”
―Yes?
“Please call 119! Quickly!”
At that moment, a dark hand grabbed Eui-jae’s wrist. Sa-young glared at him with fierce eyes.
“Damn it…. No 119. Do you want an article about this?”
“What? Then what should I do!”
“Nam Woo-jin….”
Eui-jae shouted urgently.
“Seowon Guild! Please take me to Nam Woo-jin!”
―Yes? Customer, I’m currently undercover trying to catch a criminal?
“Ah, I’ll catch him for you, so hurry!”
―Yes?
Eui-jae squeezed his eyes shut and shouted.
“He’s about to die!”
* * *
“Yes, he’s about to die.”
Nam Woo-jin looked down at the two people lying on the beds and asked.
“Which one is about to die?”
Romantic Opener and Lee Sa-young were lying on separate beds. Romantic Opener, who had opened the door in a hurry, was intermittently retching and sweating profusely, and Lee Sa-young was staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, as if he couldn’t believe he was here.
Anyone could see that Romantic Opener’s condition was more serious. A Seowon Guild member came in and rolled Romantic Opener’s bed out. The groaning sounds of a zombie slowly faded away. Eui-jae and Min-gi Seo politely put their hands together and waited for Nam Woo-jin’s verdict.
As he sat down on the chair, the boy turned on the monitor. An X-ray photo of Lee Sa-young’s ribs appeared starkly. He has a very straight spine. It was when Eui-jae was admiring Sa-young’s spine.
Nam Woo-jin rested his chin on one hand and zoomed in on the X-ray photo. Then, he pointed to one place with the mouse cursor.
“Here, you see.”
A thin gray line was visible on the opaque white rib. Nam Woo-jin drew a yellow circle around the gray line with the cursor.
“It’s a fracture.”
A frac…ture?
A drop of cold sweat ran down his temple. Min-gi Seo jumped up.
“How did this happen! Is it serious? Does he need surgery? Damn it, who will pay my salary if the Guild Master dies!”
“You’re now affiliated with the Awakened Management Bureau.”
“Ah, that’s right. I don’t have to do it anymore?”
Min-gi Seo stopped his mechanical worries and sat quietly in his seat. Nam Woo-jin pressed his temples as if he had a headache.
“A fracture isn’t just when a bone is completely broken. A crack in the bone is also a fracture.”
The mouse cursor circled around the faint gray line again.
“In other words, here. There’s a crack in the rib. A very small crack. So it’s a fracture.”