DG Ch 11.2

Tink, tinkle. The melting snowflakes on Chahyeon’s hair dripped down his cheeks, making him look like he was crying. He turned away, seeming to have nothing more to say.

Taegyeong grabbed Chahyeon’s sleeve as he started up the stairs.

“Can I ask… why did you fight?”

“Because it annoyed me. It was buzzing around like a fly. Why would I just let it be? I had to catch it.”

“…Ah, right. I see.”

Taegyeong looked up at Chahyeon, his face pale. Chahyeon averted his gaze, embarrassed. He’d beaten someone without warning, and Taegyeong must be disappointed in him.

Chahyeon politely removed Taegyeong’s hand from his sleeve and turned to leave. But just as he was about to ascend the stairs, he paused, gripped the railing, and called back to Taegyeong.

“Taegyeong-ssi, please get better soon. I want to watch a movie.”

“Me too!”

Seeing Taegyeong force a smile, Chahyeon finally smiled faintly and left. It was a strange feeling, like anticipation swelling like a balloon. Taegyeong rubbed his itchy chest and turned around.

“Taegyeong-ah. Hyung needs to talk to you for a moment. Come here.”

At that moment, Seon Hanyeong entered the dormitory and called out to Taegyeong. He looked strangely disheveled.

“…Hyung?”

Seon Hanyeong grabbed Taegyeong’s wrist and dragged him into an empty room. Taegyeong let out a shallow scream, complaining about his sore wrist. The commotion caught the attention of the Team Guide and Seo Wooyeol, who were in the living room.

Thud! As the door closed, Seon Hanyeong sat Taegyeong down and began healing his wrist. Then, in a low, persistent voice, he pressed him with questions.

Did Song Dongyeong really force the Guiding? Was he still Guiding even after Taegyeong lost consciousness in the storage room? As the matter concerned Taegyeong’s life, Seon Hanyeong’s voice grew increasingly urgent.

Taegyeong frowned and shook his head. The more he denied it, the more Seon Hanyeong’s expression twisted into a ferocious scowl.

“…Esper Song Dongyeong said so?”

“Then you’re admitting it’s true? Why are you covering for him? Did he get you over a weakness?”

“…Uh… no…”

“What? I can’t hear you. What did you say?”

Taegyeong’s voice grew softer and softer. Seon Hanyeong leaned closer, straining to listen.

“…Anyway, nobody…”

“Nobody?”

“…Nobody cares about me. It doesn’t matter what happens to me…”

“Why… Why do you think nobody cares about you?”

Seon Hanyeong felt his heart tear apart. Why would his younger brother, who had grown up loved, harbor such sad thoughts? Wasn’t this what the Guide wanted? Seon Hanyeong stared intently at Taegyeong, his face a mask of confusion.

“Lee Taegyeong… even though it hurts so much, why haven’t you ever contacted me? Your phone was right beside your bed.”

Because I didn’t want to bother him? Taegyeong stared at the floor, wishing it would swallow him whole.

Before the regression, whenever something happened, I would just let it slide. There was no one to protect me. I tried to protect myself even when alone, but when the crowd came after me, I had to silently endure it. As this repeated, I resigned myself to it in the past, and now, after the regression, I’ve switched to the attitude of enjoying it since I can’t avoid it.

“Do I have to tell you one by one…? Or are you just going to pretend you don’t know?”

My throat was dry. I didn’t want to beg for sympathy, but I felt hurt by Seon Hanyeong’s two-faced behavior. Tears welled up in my eyes.

“Pretend I don’t know… I’m not sure. Why…?”

Did he really not know? Or was he pretending ignorance to hide his true intentions? Whatever the case, Taegyeong continued speaking.

“Hyung was there too, right? You saw Ryu Ilho, the Esper Guide, putting that strange egg inside me and grabbing my wrist. I never asked for help, but I did say I didn’t want it. Did you find it amusing to watch me being violated by the other Espers while I was naked…?”

‘To be honest, I enjoyed it too, but it was still too much. Hyung has healing powers, so it doesn’t matter if my body gets ruined, right?’

“…Hyu— Hyung wouldn’t help me either. What difference would it make if I asked for help here? He’d just fuck me while I was asleep and spill his semen all over me… Huhk!“

Seeing Taegyeong’s pitiful tears, Seon Hanyeong approached and embraced him. Taegyeong nestled into the embrace, studying Hanyeong’s expression.

The more Hanyeong comforted and held him, the deeper Taegyeong burrowed into his embrace. It felt like Hanyeong was grasping his very heart and shaking it. It wasn’t unpleasant.

“I’m sorry, Taegyeong-ah. Hyung is so sorry. You looked fine, so I thought you were okay…”

“…I was scared of what Hyung was doing to me, but it was okay because I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. Even if Esper Song Dongyeong raped me, it wouldn’t have bothered me. When Hyung guided me, he told me about all the pain, and I knew he would heal me afterward. Hic, hiccups.”

While Taegyeong was putting on an act to some extent, this was the first time he had ever spoken such words to Seon Hanyeong. The Taegyeong before his regression would never have imagined saying such things. Moreover, seeing Seon Hanyeong’s expression of even greater pain, Taegyeong wanted even more to be pampered and receive his attention.

“…..”

Meanwhile, Seon Hanyeong was speechless. Taegyeong was essentially saying, “You’re no different from Song Dongyeong.” Blinded by ambition, he hadn’t fully understood his younger brother’s feelings.

“Taegyeong-ah. I…”

Seon Hanyeong wiped away the tears on Taegyeong’s cheek and lowered his gaze. It felt as if his beloved younger brother was shattering into pieces. His gradually contorted features and eyes reflected the anguish of someone who had lost everything.

‘I’m sorry, hyung. I tried to stay quiet, but this feels so unfair.’

It had been 25 years since his death. What had become of Field Team Z after he was gone? They’d likely moved on without a second thought. Lee Taegyeong had merely been a guiding machine to them. They’d find a new Guide or another way to survive, and they’d be doing just fine.

“Taegyeong-ah, that’s…”

Just because you were a Guide doesn’t mean this is the same thing. You almost died.

Taegyeong didn’t want to hear the rest of what Seon Hanyeong had to say. He was always the same. Seon Hanyeong pretended to be kind and caring on the surface, but his true nature was dark and sinister. Who knows when he’d finally reveal his true self and pounce, just like before?

‘Taegyeong-ah, suck my cock. Lick every inch. You can do it, right? I love you, Taegyeong. I love you so, so much. Right?’

That sight was more familiar to Taegyeong.

He would have been happier if Seon Hanyeong had been honest about what he truly wanted from his body. When would he finally reveal his true nature? Once he realized he couldn’t have me, he’d probably come even closer.

“I’m tired… Hyung. I’m fine, so I’m going to go now.”

The fruit that withers and falls decays into mush, but Taegyeong now resembles the solid seed hidden within the fruit.

He deliberately didn’t resist their words and actions. Even when they tried to tear him down, trample him, and swallow him whole, he quietly endured it all. The past, already lost to time, could never be reclaimed, and the present was the reality he needed to face head-on. Of course, it didn’t matter if things remained unchanged, just as they had in the past.

…Or so he thought.

“I-I’m sorry, Guide-nim… I really messed up!”

Song Dongyeong knelt by the door, clasping his hands together and groveling. Something was changing. Slowly, but undeniably.

‘Song Dongyeong… He’s never apologized to me before.’

Song Dongyeong’s eyes were swollen and red, tears streaming down his face. He clung to Taegyeong’s trousers, wailing that he wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he received an apology.

“Esper Song, have you told us everything? About that incident with Hanyeong-hyung…”

“T-That… I think I did something really, really bad… I just… sob…”

“What is it, Song Dongyeong? What happened?”

Seo Wooyeol casually slung an arm over Song Dongyeong’s shoulder. At that moment, Song Dongyeong spilled everything that had happened that morning. Fuck!

Seo Wooyeol immediately grabbed Song Dongyeong by the collar. Seo Wooyeol and Won Seungyu each grabbed one of Dongyeong’s ankles and dragged him away. Haaah! Song Dongyeong’s agonized screams echoed down the hallway.

The Team Guide clasped his hands together, expressing his sympathy. Go Takjun observed the situation for a moment before quietly slipping away. Taegyeong looked up at the voices coming from above.

“You can tell just by looking. Whether they’re a son of a bitch or not.”

That guy…

Woo Chahyeon leaned against the second-floor railing, and beside him, a tall, handsome man laughed and chattered. It was Gu Sijun, the Esper from Field Team Z. The two, being the same age, were quite close.

Ah…!

Now that he thought about it, Gu Sijun’s ability was to read people’s thoughts.

“New Guide-nim!”

Gu Sijun grinned brightly as his eyes met Taegyeong’s. Having returned late from an overseas business trip and joined the training belatedly, he must have read Song Dongyeong’s thoughts, explaining the current situation perfectly.

“Ah, hello!”

“Esper Woo, the new Guide-nim, is terribly worried about you!”

“…Huh?“

“What’s that supposed to mean? Hey!”

As Woo Chahyeon threw a punch, Gu Sijun flailed dramatically, curling up like a worm.

“Esper Woo, I’m fine.”

How can you say you’re fine when you look like you’re about to cry? Woo Chahyeon couldn’t tear his gaze away from Taegyeong. He watched Taegyeong ascend the stairs before turning back to Gu Sijun.

“Thanks for bringing this.”

“It’s the least I could do.”

“You’re late. Be careful on your way home.”

“I’m so lucky to have such a good friend. I’m amazing, you know. So, some praise, please?”

Gu Sijun dodged Woo Chahyeon’s roundhouse kick just in time. And so, Gu Sijun returned to the Duodeca New York branch, thanks to Kwon Jingyu’s teleportation ability.