Destiny

Side story -5

"Hmm…."

Do-yoon, who had glanced at the scent of night flowers filling the room and the clear liquid that had stained the floor, approached Suha who was sleeping on the bed. His lower lip, which was parted, was covered in red scabs from how many times he had bitten it. Do-yoon, who had been looking at Suha’s face for a moment, sat down next to him and gently stroked his sweaty head.

“I wish that proud personality would die quickly.”

“… .”

“Isn’t that right, little brother?”

At Do-yoon's words spoken without looking back, Do-hoon trembled in front of the door, then nodded slightly and approached Suha, who was sleeping on the bed.

“Hyung. Honestly… I… hate seeing Suha having a hard time.”

“So. It looks like he's having a hard time?”

Do-hoon couldn't answer Do-yoon's words. The room smelled strongly of night flowers, and he could tell that Suha had enjoyed himself just by looking at the traces on the floor. Even now, when he looked, his reddened genitals stood out against his white skin. Do-hoon sighed and sat down opposite Do-yoon, looking down at Suha.

When Suha started playing Destiny, Do-hoon noticed that Suha was definitely a bit different.

The originally slightly yellow skin had turned white, or the sharp eyes that were somewhat cat-like had become gentle. Although the differences were subtle, the changes were noticeable.

"…No."

Although that appearance seemed wild. For some reason, Do-hoon was worried that Suha he knew might be different.

He liked Suha. He liked the way he smiled brightly and was confident, and how he always shined. He thought it was cute how he struggled to win even though he couldn't win because of his slightly stupid personality. Do-hoon also thought it was charming how he would provoke without provoking, but eventually fell for his own trick and got eaten by himself.

“Just… like you said, I don’t think it’s hard and he seem to be enjoying it.”

“But what are you so worried about?”

“I’m afraid Suha will hate me.”

“Ha. You’re stupid. No matter how hard you try, it’ll be hard to win his heart.”

“… I know… I know…”

Do-hoon looked down at Suha, who was half-hiding his face with a gloomy expression and seemed to be sleeping soundly. His feelings for Suha since childhood had not changed. Although Suha did not know it, Do-hoon tried to join in on all the games Suha played, and there were times when he hid himself and played with Suha as if they were lovers.

“…I guess it’s because I like him so much.”

“Tsk.”

Do-yoon shook his head slightly, perhaps feeling frustrated by Do-hoon's actions, and got up from his seat, looking at Do-hoon once before looking at Suha.

“What’s so good about him?”

“… He smile so brightly… I don’t know! It’s just that, at some point, I started liking him.”

“Aren’t you mistaking that for love? You’re young. You’re mistaking friendship for love-”

"No."

Do-hoon cut off Do-yoon's words and glared at Do-yoon, who was standing up.

“Hyung. I’m not so stupid as to mistake friendship for love.”