A second chance at loving you|| M x M

Chapter 14

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Seon Ho rolled on to his side lazily watching Seo Hwi stroll away from the bed in his black loose boxers, olive skin, tanned from daily activities in the sun. Toned back muscles, slithering under the skin with each step, black-brown hair licking his nape like a lover's teasing kiss. Seon Ho watched Seo Hwi push his hair as he scrolled through his phone, a frown daring to wrinkle his usually smooth brows. Unconsciously, Seon Ho stretched his finger imagining himself rubbing it away.

'Are you feeling any pain?' Seon Ho was startled suddenly realizing Seo Hwi had reached his side and was staring at him intensely. What's with that intense gaze?

'Seon Ho? Are you okay?' Seo Hwi leaned closer, touching his face, stroking his jawline with his callused fingertips. Goosebumps ran along his skin, shivering for unknown reasons Seon ho pushed Seo Hwi away.

'I am fine,'

'Are you sure? Lemma see,' Seon Ho felt Seo Hwi's fingers graze his body all over, gently, preciously, and maybe with a touch of something...love. Love?

'I am not a woman, I am fine.'

'Clearly not a woman but as pale as a woman, and slim as one. Maybe you should dress up as a girl once again. Nonna did dress you up too often in the past. Should I remind her?'

Instinctively, one of Seon Ho's hand went Seo Hwi's neck and other to his hip, flipping them with Seo Hwi laying on the bed and Seon Ho above reclaiming the dominance in their dynamic.

'There is no woman in this room but you are definitely in the woman's position,' Seon Ho grinned staring down at Seo Hwi whose brows wrinkled again as if something irritated him.

'Then you must only know how to do missionary,' Seo Hwi shoved Seon Ho but Seon Ho didn't budge.

'You...how do you know? You...? Did you have?' Seon Ho Stuttered, he felt thousand knives stabbing all over his body. Why am I angry?

'Who was it?' I will... what will I do? Seo Hwi is a man. Obviously, he was going to have sex too. After all, Seon Ho lost his the moment he had turned 16 to Nonna, more like she raped him but it was definitely consensual rape, well whatever. But who? When? Where? Seo Hwi was supposed to stay pure, precious and innocent. Who the hell is this person in front of him?

'None of your business. Move, I have practices with Bang Won Hyung.' Seon Ho let Seo Hwi slip under his arm.

Bang Won! That man, what is his business talking to a teenager. Their relationship always bothered Seon Ho.

'I am coming with you.'

'Drink the medicine first,'

'Whatever,' Seon Ho stared at the bathroom door Seo Hwi had slammed. Who did you have sex with? Who touched you? Seon Ho rubbed his face, feeling a new kind of agony and he didn't even have a clue what was pulling his heartstrings. He was the one supposed to teach Seo Hwi these things, it was his responsibility as hyung maybe he was jealous or was it that he was angry that someone had corrupted his Seo Hwi's while he was busy.

'Well, he has all my attention now. I'll make sure he doesn't learn any more strange things.'

'You think they know yet?' giggled the Memory keeper.

'Ewww don't giggle,'

'As a fujoshi, I like this angsty moment. An old man like you don't get shit.'

'Are you still reading those memories from that dead comic creator?'

'Of course, it's sad the author had to die with such great boy love plots while still in his memories. The world is missing it but me... maybe I should make these two in to my actors of his script. I am the director.'

'Can you be normal for a second?' The ferry man annoyingly grunted.

'Time to bring the third player into the scene, 'grinned the Memory keeper.

'He is already in the scene,' whispered the three sisters simultaneously.

'Huh?' Ferry man and the memory keeper turned to the sister by their side who kept switching her face, representing each sister. They were all here yet not here.

'Who do you think taught Seo Hwi those things?' One of the sister's rolled her eyes, another's mouth laughed, it was weird yet it worked on the present sister's face blending into one face.

'Him? Another man?' Ferry man yelped astonished.

'Are you homophobic or what?' The sisters and the memory keeper stared at the ferry man as if they would strike a calamity upon him.

'Ahem... I was the first person to support the past Seon Ho, if you remember.'

Ahem...it was me who was first.' The grim reaper stood up from the shadows.

'Whatever bro... I am not homophobic. Okay? I fully support this homo love.... they deserve it. But how in fate's hell did another man come into this story. Isn't the third wheel supposed to be a woman? That girl they refer as Nonna, a person from their past.'

'It's a little gift from the Yama, you think he wouldn't test Seo Hwi? No one gets away bargaining with the King of Hell. Seo Hwi might have sold his soul but Yama definitely didn't want to feel like he lost so he added a little bit of parsley to make it fun' the grim reaper could only grimly watch the boys as he revealed what little he knew of the Yama's plans

'Fuck!'

"Fuck indeed, do the sisters have control of the situation?' the memory keeper asked with a touch of worry

'We lost it a while back, the red string between them is still bright but it's being pulled apart hard like a cloth line.'

'We have to fix this,' the memory keeper frowned as her fujoshi mind went into over drive.

'We should, try your best within your capabilities. We have promises to keep.' The ferry man left the room and eventually all the great brings walked out leaving only a clueless Seon Ho was now in a pair of tight black jeans and black shirt he had borrowed from Seo Hwi's closet. What is with all black? He could easily break into a museum and steal a national treasure without a guard noticing in this outfit.

'Let's go! I don't want hyung to wait.' Seon Ho turned to look at Seo Hwi who had pulled his hair into a tiny pony tail and was in all white practice uniform, his tanned skin glowing against the white opened top. Seon Ho naturally moved and pulled it close, 'Can't you wear clothes properly?'

'What the big deal?' muttered Seo Hwi

'Keep it close,' Seon Ho frowned as he tried to keep the two lapels criss crossed up to his neck, not revealing any chest...

'You are chocking me,'

'Huh?'

'You are killing me,' Seo Hwi pointed at Seon Ho's hands that were now pulling the collar and trying to twist it while figuring out of a way to keep them closed.

'Oh.'

'What is wrong with you?'

'Whatever, let's go,' Seon Ho patted Seo Hwi's chest satisfied now that it was covered. It was like there were weird creatures running his brain and he was just a puppet doing weird things that didn't make sense.

Seon Ho dashed out of the room leaving a clueless Seo Hwi whose heart might or might not be fluttering like there were a bunch of butterflies dancing in his chest. The older Seo Hwi was stunned by the current Seon Ho's actions whereas the current Seo Hwi was just happy the Seon Ho he knew from young age was kind of back.