Destiny

08-2

Suha's lips slightly opened and then closed tightly. His lips, which were closed without saying anything, seemed to be implicitly agreeing. Do-hoon forcefully pulled the shoulder he was holding onto into his arms. Suha's body, which had been leaning against the sofa, tilted and his head rested on Do-hoon's chest. As if he had finally come to his senses, Suha forcefully shook off Do-hoon's hand that was holding his shoulder as if he was annoyed.

“Don't hold me.”

“Hm.”

He got caught. He was screwed. No thoughts came to his mind. He had to say something to refute him and say no, but his throat was blocked and his felt like the words were not coming out. He shook off Do-hoon's hand and got up from his seat. His back felt hot as if Do-hoon's gaze was following him. Suha ignored Do-hoon behind him and tried to move his legs and go into the room, but Do-hoon was faster than Suha, grabbing his wrist and pulling him.

"… Ah!"

Suha's body tilted backwards. Do-hoon reached out to Suha's staggering body, wrapped his arms around Suha's waist, and hugged Suha's body.

He sat down and his buttocks hit his strong thighs. Do-hoon's arms wrapped tightly around his waist and his felt his strong chest against his back and his hot breath on the back of his neck.

“What, what are you doing! Aren’t you going to let go?!”

“Why? I’ve already seen everything there is to see.”

“I said no! I say no, listen to me!”

Suha's face distorted, and he shouted in a high voice, grabbing both arms wrapped around his waist. Even though he tried to forcefully free them, Do-hoon's arms would not fall off. Do-hoon, who was looking at Suha with eyes that found such an appearance cute, lifted one of the arms wrapped around his waist, wrapped it around his shoulder, and held his struggling body tightly.

“Okay. It's no.”

Even a fool could tell that Do-hoon's humorous tone meant that he didn't believe Suha's words.

The idea that the land is narrow was one of those things he had heard countless times, but in a game, how could a friend come in as a gift? Among the numerous conditions, the probability of this really being less than 0.01%.

“… You bought chicken… You knew all along and bought it… .”

Even if he shouted no, Do-hoon already knew that it was him, so it didn’t seem like anything he could say would change anything. He glanced at the strong arms wrapped around his waist and let out a deep sigh. He released the hand he was holding onto and was lying limply in Do-hoon’s arms. Do-hoon’s actions of rubbing his lips against his neck and breathing heavily were familiar, so he didn’t really try to stop him.

"Hm."

"… Ha…."

“Suha.”

“… ."

Do-hoon, who was rubbing his lips on Suha's nape, called Suha's name in a low voice. Suha didn't answer and just lay there in Do-hoon's arms as if he had given up on everything. He felt so embarrassed that like his parents and friends had found his middle school diary that he had kept hidden away, and he wanted to hide somewhere.

If there was even a mouse hole, he would have buried his head in it and hidden there, but since he had nowhere to hide, he gave up and just lay in his arms with his mouth shut.

“We use the back hole like that in games anyway. Can’t we do it in real life too?”

"… What?"

“Let’s do it together.”