WOEIWHMB – Chapter 11

Chapter 11.

It wasn’t even mine. I was touching Kang Mu-hyeok’s.

Even though my hand was there like this, Kang Mu-hyeok slept well, as if he were used to it.

I know I should pull my hand away. I really do. I should.

But… do I have to?

We’re married. Well, touching it once shouldn’t be a problem. I’m his husband, after all.

Yeon Dong-woo looked back on part of the memory that had surfaced yesterday in the bathroom.

He knew it was big enough to overflow his palm, but touching it directly felt different.

Gulp.

He swallowed. He didn’t even know when his mouth had filled with saliva, but he smacked his lips anyway.

Lucky bastard.

Born with more than just one thing going for him.

The skin beneath his fingertips was incredibly soft. It was so firm that he almost wondered if there was bone inside, so he applied a bit of pressure with his hand.

If it shrank, would it turn soft and squishy?

When he slowly moved his hand and pressed down on the head, it felt chewy like jelly, as if biting it would give a springy texture.

Bite it?

Not suck it, but bite it.

Realizing what he was instinctively thinking, he felt inexplicably embarrassed and lifted his gaze.

Then his eyes met Kang Mu-hyeok’s.

His mouth fell open reflexively.

“My hand was here.”

“It’s always there.”

“Uh… right.”

The moment he answered as if it were nothing, Yeon Dong-woo was pulled tightly into an embrace.

Warm body heat wrapped around his entire body. The bare skin brushing against his arm felt familiar and warm.

Soft lips landed on his forehead, then slowly moved down to the corner of his eyes, his cheek, and the nape of his neck.

“No, no. It’s not that I want to do anything!”

Startled, Yeon Dong-woo tried to pull away, but Kang Mu-hyeok held him even tighter. As he did, Kang Mu-hyeok’s thick thigh slid between his legs.

His own was already swollen tight, but he didn’t want to do it.

“No. I said no.”

“I won’t.”

“Okay…”

The answer was so clean and immediate that an inexplicable sense of disappointment crept in.

They had done it last night, yet the reason they were doing it again in the morning was probably because of his hand.

Bad hand.

No, maybe for a married couple, it was a good hand?

Smack!

At the sudden, embarrassing sound on his cheek, Yeon Dong-woo stiffened.

“Did you sleep well?”

“…Yeah.”

“Nothing else coming back to you?”

“I just woke up. When would I even have time to remember anything?”

“I thought something might come back since you were kneading it from the base all the way to the tip.”

“……”

“Don’t you want to try touching the balls too?”

“Hey! How can you say something like that—!”

Kang Mu-hyeok grabbed his hand and pulled it straight down.

Something heavy filled his palm. Soft, squishy, warm flesh made his mouth part slightly.

At some point, Kang Mu-hyeok’s lips were lightly pressing against the nape of his neck. When hot breath brushed his skin, his shoulders drew in.

So it really is physical attachment.

This guy definitely has a sexual side.

Kang Mu-hyeok had broad shoulders, so suits looked good on him.

Unlike himself, who couldn’t build muscle no matter how hard he worked out, Kang Mu-hyeok claimed he was the type to gain arm muscles just by lifting a spoon.

That guy’s large hand brushed over his lower back and slid down to his butt.

“No, no. We’re not doing it.”

“Then let go.”

Only then did Yeon Dong-woo pull his hand out from deep inside Kang Mu-hyeok’s underwear.

“So, impressions of your husband’s penis?”

“Huh, uh… well…”

Caught off guard by the unexpected question, he stammered in embarrassment.

“Do I look like a man now?”

“You really hold grudges, don’t you?”

“It’s not a grudge. You said earlier that right now, you don’t see me as a man. And that you don’t like my type as a man.”

Yeon Dong-woo shot a sideways glance at the guy who recited every word he had said after waking up in the hospital, then got out of bed.

His eyes instinctively swept over Kang Mu-hyeok’s chest and abs peeking out from between the sheets. Kang Mu-hyeok hooked a finger into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down slightly as he asked,

“Want to look?”

It was tempting, but the answer came out reflexively.

“No.”

“Hyung, give me your passport.”

“Huh?”

“I think it’d be better if I held onto it. Your memory’s incomplete right now, so if something happens, I should be the one to handle it.”

“Ah…”

Yeon Dong-woo took his passport out of his sling bag and handed it to Kang Mu-hyeok.

Then he thought about taking a photo of it when Kang Mu-hyeok grabbed it, so he pulled it back.

But Kang Mu-hyeok tightened his grip on the passport. He tugged again, but Kang Mu-hyeok didn’t loosen his hold.

“……”

An inexplicable sense of unease rose as Yeon Dong-woo looked at him. Without knowing why, he tightened his grip too, as if refusing to let the passport be taken.

“…Let go.”

When Yeon Dong-woo put force into his voice, Kang Mu-hyeok released it.

“What was that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you want to keep my passport?”

“I told you earlier. Your memory isn’t complete, so if something happens, I need to take care of things.”

Yeon Dong-woo looked at him suspiciously.

“I’m your husband.”

“……”

“The only guardian you have here.”

Kang Mu-hyeok held out his palm again, asking for the passport. After hesitating, Yeon Dong-woo placed it in his hand.

“Just in case, wouldn’t it be better to take a photo of the information?”

“Yes.”

Kang Mu-hyeok took a photo and sent it to Yeon Dong-woo.

Of course, he sent his own too.

Receiving Kang Mu-hyeok’s as well gave him an inexplicable sense of relief, though it still felt strange.

But when Kang Mu-hyeok stretched, wearing nothing but his boxers, Yeon Dong-woo’s gaze moved along the lines of his body without him realizing.

The clearly defined curves made him smile unconsciously.

“We should eat breakfast. How about the hotel buffet?”

“Okay.”

Yeon Dong-woo washed up quickly and slipped on the hotel slippers. He tossed one lone height-boosting sneaker sitting off to the side of the room into the trash.

“I need to buy shoes.”

A little later, he headed to the restaurant with Kang Mu-hyeok, who had taken a cold shower.

As they walked, Kang Mu-hyeok kept brushing the back of his head. When Yeon Dong-woo touched it himself, the swelling was much better than yesterday.

While eating breakfast, he looked through the photos on the phone he’d checked yesterday.

Most of the photos taken before the wedding were selfies. In them, Kang Mu-hyeok stood behind him, looking at the camera with an indifferent expression.

Aside from those, most photos were reflections of Kang Mu-hyeok in drink glasses or group photos with company employees.

And in every single one of those photos, Kang Mu-hyeok wasn’t looking at the lens.

He was looking at him.

“Eat first, then look.”

“Okay.”

Maybe because he hadn’t eaten enough the night before, the hotel breakfast went down easily.

“Don’t force yourself.”

“Okay.”

The guy sitting across from him stood up to get more food. As he did, he habitually reached out and gently touched the bump on the back of Yeon Dong-woo’s head.

The photos he had uploaded to his newly active SNS mostly showed just a hand, date spots, or scenery, except for a few.

Yet in the selfies, Kang Mu-hyeok was always there with him.

As he was scrolling, Kang Mu-hyeok’s phone buzzed, drawing his eyes without thinking.

He wasn’t trying to look, but a message flashed on the screen and disappeared.

[Oppa, did you marry a man?]

Yeon Dong-woo blinked, then put a piece of pancake into his mouth. Another message popped up and vanished.

[Is it really true?]

“……”

He chewed slowly, the pancake suddenly hard to swallow.

I’m gay, but Kang Mu-hyeok is bi.

Then wouldn’t he eventually look for a woman?

Now he understood why he hadn’t wanted to date even after Kang Mu-hyeok confessed.

Maybe, in a way, he’d tried to tie him down with marriage.

Wrapped in complicated emotions, Yeon Dong-woo opened Cha Hyun-do’s SNS, the man he’d once been seeing.

After posting the update he hadn’t managed to upload yesterday, the first thing he saw was a message notification. He hurriedly tapped it.

There were three messages from Cha Hyun-do.

[Did you get home safely?]

Yeon Dong-woo’s eyes sparkled as he saw the message sent about three years ago. With expectant fingertips, he tapped the next one.

[Dong-woo, are you still mad?]

The date showed it had arrived three days after the previous message.

Mad…?

Chewing on his thumbnail, Yeon Dong-woo tapped the next message.

[Dong-woo, I heard you’re getting married. Now that it’s been legalized, my friends and I were talking about it, and hearing news about you made me so happy that I reached out. I’m jealous.]

It had arrived about a month ago, nearly three years after the previous messages.

Yeon Dong-woo tapped the screen and looked at Cha Hyun-do’s photo.

He was about the same height as Kang Mu-hyeok and had a very lean build. He dressed neatly, too.

He wasn’t as sexy as Kang Mu-hyeok, but when he wore a suit, he gave off a mature aura, as if he could embrace everything.

His face in the SNS photos looked a little older than Yeon Dong-woo remembered, but he still wore the same gentle smile.

Looking at his composed appearance, Yeon Dong-woo let out a bitter smile.

He’d gone out with him because he was kind, but it still hadn’t worked out.