âIâm really losing it.â
Uijae's fingers twitched involuntarily, refusing to calm down despite his attempts. His rapidly beating heart wouldnât settle. *Thump, thump, thump...* This wasnât the kind of thrill he usually felt when facing a monster. No, Uijae was clearly shaken. Sayoungâs lazy voice echoed relentlessly in his ears.
âDoes your *hyung* kiss his little brother?â
Would you? If you were me, would you?
His inner conservative voice suddenly resurfaced, pointing fingers. Uijae agreed with it.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Yes, by the moral standards he had lived by, there was no way he should be kissing his brother. But Uijae had already kissed Sayoung countless timesâ¦
âDamn itâ¦â
â¦engaged in far too many intimate acts. Whether or not it had been beyond his control, it was he who initiated the first kiss, and just a moment ago, he hadnât pushed Sayoung away. He had embraced him. He had welcomed the warmth of Sayoungâs touch, andâthough he hated to admit itâhe had enjoyed every kiss. He had wanted more, as if he were addicted.
âSnap out of it!â
With a thud, Uijae banged his head against the pillar behind him. The sharp pain helped him regain a semblance of control.
âHave I finally gone insaneâ¦?â
He massaged the back of his neck with a sigh. It still felt like Sayoungâs large hand was resting there, the low, sultry voice still whispering in his ear. His fingers curled in response, his body still hot from the intensity of it all. His flushed face refused to cool down.
Though spring had arrived, the evening air was still chilly. The cool breeze gently teased his hair, and the faint chirping of crickets could be heard in the distance. Uijae lifted his gaze and stared blankly at the sky. Inside the barrier, the White Hole was invisible.
âYou should really think carefully about who I am and what you want from me. Stop denying it.â