Monochrome Rumor

The room he entered had a feeling of emptiness, even if it was sloppy.
The beds on both sides, the bookshelves arranged with their own items and books, and the opaque cloth that runs down from the ceiling occupying the corner of the room.
He imagined a splendid interior.
Si-hyun, who opened the door without hesitation in the bleak landscape that unfolded unexpectedly, tilted his head a little and moved towards the fabric.

As he tilted the curtain-type fabric that reached his fingertips sideways, His eye on the three hangers neatly organized by type.
From shirts to coats, pants, and simple accessories, neatly arranged on hooks hanging on the wall is something beyond neatness.
It looked morbid.

“Is this also a manifestation? Come to think of it, it seems that I have lightly heard that there is something like mysophobia.”

Chan, who suddenly followed, saw Si-hyun standing while looking at the lined hangers, and quietly approached his side and opened his mouth.

“…why? I haven’t touched it.”

It’s a familiar tone.
Hearing Chan’s voice, which seems to be closely watching his reaction of this place, Si-hyun could see that this had happened often in the past as well.
It wasn’t enough to get kicked out of the shared room, and he’s even clueless and hysterical.
But seeing Chan’s face as if he was accepting it again, it made him wonder what kind of bodhisattva he is.

Chan’s gaze came down as he felt he was looking at him.
It looked cold at first glance, but it had an atmosphere that made you unable to take your eyes off of it.
His eyes without double eyelids and black eyes all over were blurry, but that strangely stimulated his nerves, and after meeting his eyes for a long time, he naturally turns away.

Si-hyun, who was already exuding this kind of smell, imagining what, would happen if he grew up here, clicked his tongue and opened his mouth.

“It’s okay from now on; it doesn’t matter if you mess up in moderation.”

“……………”

“I’ll tell you if it’s too much… Act according to your age, now.”

He said that while recalling the age of Chan, who was still only 19 years old.
Of course, he will become an adult after this month, but the difference between a minor and an adult is still quite large.
In fact, even when he was Lee Ha-jin, he was quite neat himself.

It wasn’t a normal environment, so he didn’t know much about normal things… but he knew that it could be stressful for a high-spirited boy to have to take care of various things in a room with such an atmosphere of mysophobia.

Chan just stared at him without saying a word.

He couldn’t read him well, but somehow it was similar to looking at something strange. 

He wasn’t waiting for an answer, so he turned his head after finishing everything he had to say.
His body, which gets tired easily with even a little movement, didn’t adapt, but this was also quite a bit better than when he first woke up, so it was a relief.
He was drowsy enough to have more time slept than to open his eyes, but now he can be quite awake.

It was when he was wondering which of the two beds was his own.

The feeling of a cool palm pulling his wrist.

“Ah….”

Before he could even figure out what was going on, his body pulled easily and stopped right in front of Chan.
When he lifted his head as he couldn’t understand what was going on, Chan, who was looking down at him, reached out and grabbed Si-hyun’s neck with his other hand instead of holding it. 

“Is it because I don’t need it all, so I’m just going to kill him?” 

As he was jokingly thinking that there must have been a lot of things piled up, Chan gave a little strength to his thumb and slowly turned Si-hyun’s head to the side.
As if this was the original purpose.

The staring gaze continued for a long time.

The moment Si-hyun, who was uncomfortable with the obsessive attitude, was about to open his mouth, he came down.

“Earlier.”

A low and humid voice.

“Here…”

The sound of the voice that came with the breath was chilling.
When he shrugged his neck, the tips of his fingers that came up suddenly rubbed the back of his ears gently.
When he frowned at the tingling sensation, Chan’s face, which was looking at him, leaned down a little more.
There was a scratch on the back of Si-hyun’s ear, which was covered with hair.
It was obvious that the wound had been in the car earlier.

It wasn’t deep, but there was something that looked pitiful for some reason in contrast to the unique white skin.
The feeling of a wet tongue with Chan’s head bowed without hesitation.

It felt like the wound was burning at the sound of slow saliva piercing into his ear without any filtering.

Si-hyun was a little embarrassed by the blatant situation, pushed him but Chan, who did not even budge, licked up the wound several more times after that, and then released Si-hyun. 

“…what….”

“Behind the ear.
You have a scratch.”