IPSTDS Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Chapter 82 did not end there. Nahyuk slowly scrolled down, following the remaining text.

The story continued with Yoon Noah recovering a little and spending his days with Lee Kangil. Compared to when he had been beside Seo Dowoong, he looked far happier.

But after seeming healthy for a short while, Yoon Noah collapsed again—this time clutching his chest in severe pain.

[“Losing consciousness from pain as though his heart was being torn to shreds became a frequent occurrence.

Lee Kangil told him he would be fine, but the more time passed, the more anxious Yoon Noah grew. He feared that if he kept fainting, one day he would never wake again.

He began to doubt Kangil’s reassurances. The death he had tried so hard to ignore now pressed so close it felt like it was choking the life out of him.

At times, he grabbed Kangil by the collar in desperation, demanding answers.

‘You knew I was going to die soon, didn’t you? You’re lying to me on purpose, so I won’t be afraid, aren’t you?’

Lee Kangil only shook his head, repeating over and over that he would definitely save him, like a parrot.

Noah stopped pressing for answers. Instead, every time he regained consciousness, he clung to Kangil with desperate affection. He wanted to see him a little more, touch him a little more, speak to him a little more while he was still alive—before death could take that chance away.

And when he lost consciousness for the tenth time, Yoon Noah decided to write his will.”]

That was where Chapter 82 ended. A gloomy conclusion.

Nahyuk couldn’t tear his eyes away from the word “will.”

The same thought that had haunted him whenever he read the original resurfaced again and refused to leave: it felt less like a what-if, and more like Yoon Noah would truly die.

Could it be that not everyone would find happiness after all? Couldn’t Noah live and spend his days peacefully with Kangil?

It felt as though he had been left utterly alone, without even the hope of salvation. So hollow that not even tears would come.

The novel, once the only comfort in his life before possessing Yoon Noah’s body, had now twisted into something frightening to read.

Nahyuk was afraid of what the next chapter might bring, whenever it would be uploaded.

He forgot all about looking for the missing Kim Daon. Instead, he shut his eyes tightly.

In the darkness, an image of Yoon Noah writing his will took shape. He had closed his eyes to block out the novel, but instead its contents burned even clearer.

Nahyuk suddenly wondered what Noah had written inside that will.

Had he written about Lee Kangil, who was now by his side? Or about Seo Dowoong, the man he had loved for more than half his life?

* * *

Nahyuk didn’t know when he had fallen back asleep. By the time he woke again, the room was filled with daylight.

Before his blurry vision adjusted, he first felt a familiar weight and warmth. When he reached around with both hands, he realized he was surrounded by someone else’s body heat.

At some point, Kim Daon had joined him in bed—and even Lee Kangil was there.

So that light he’d seen in the living room at dawn… it must have been Kangil arriving.

Sharing the same bed with the two of them didn’t feel strange or awkward. Rather, it was satisfying that it was so full of warmth.

If only he could keep feeling this warmth without dying…

Dark thoughts tried to creep in again. But just then, someone’s cheek brushed against his own, and the negativity slipped away.

Not just a cheek. A hand slid slowly up to his waist and carefully pulled him closer.

Nahyuk, who had been lying neutrally between the two without leaning to either side, lost that balance.

He found himself pulled into the familiar scent of one of them, an arm circling his back, fingers roaming his spine.

The body pressed tight against his own murmured,

“Baby, I told you to be careful with that mutt Daon.”

Kangil’s voice, heavy with fatigue, was languid. The problem was that even that drowsy voice dripped with sensuality.

“I… was going to be careful.”

“You said it was just for a short meeting. Who told you to fall asleep in his bed?”

“I must’ve dozed off without realizing. Sorry. I couldn’t even text you.”

“And he didn’t try anything with you?”

Anything… Nahyuk instantly remembered Daon’s kiss and his confession.

Normally, Nahyuk was honest about everything. But he wasn’t sure if he should tell Kangil about those things.

It also hit him then: in just a few days, he had received confessions of love from two men.

Even now, it was hard to believe. Sometimes it felt like everything since he became Yoon Noah was just a dream.

Maybe, because so many good things had happened at once, something bad was bound to follow. After all, when he had been at his lowest point in life, he had been given the fortune of possessing Yoon Noah’s body.

What was the price for such undeserved love?

Would it be death… something equally bitter to balance the scales?

His fear of dying now outweighed even his long-held desire to be loved. Nahyuk let out a faint sigh.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Kangil’s voice had shed its teasing tone, now firm and serious.

“No.”

Nahyuk answered briefly and hugged Kangil tighter around the waist. If he could just cling to him a little closer, maybe he could shake off that suffocating fear.

“So if you’re not hurt, are you trying to seduce me?”

Kangil’s large hand stroked Nahyuk’s back, comforting him with its warmth. Nahyuk felt his heart steadying.

“I’ve already given in to your seduction, but I still want to know what happened.”

His tone was absolute.

In response, Nahyuk pressed a kiss to Kangil’s jaw. A small breathy sound slipped from Kangil’s lips.

“…Must’ve been something serious, if you’re the one kissing first.”

“…….”

“Fine. If you don’t want to talk, then don’t. I won’t push you.”

“Not now. I’ll tell you later.”

When I’ve sorted my heart out. When I’m ready to answer your confession too. Just wait until then.

“But in return, kiss me somewhere else too. I’m already worked up because of you.”

Only then did Nahyuk notice Kangil’s body was hot, his tangled legs pressing close in a way that felt uncomfortably intimate.

“Hey… what did I even do for you to get like this? Unreal.”

“You teased me like that first thing in the morning, and now you’re going to deny it?”

“W-what teasing…”

But the reply came from behind him.

“Hyung, can’t you tease me too?”

It was Daon, awake now.

And he didn’t just speak—he wrapped his arm around Nahyuk’s waist as well, pulling him closer as though competing with Kangil.

“Even if I get worked up, I won’t demand anything like Kangil does.”

“D-Daon…”

“Hugging like this is enough for me. That’s all I need.”

Such considerate words were exactly what made him Daon.

Soon, his body too pressed firmly against Nahyuk’s back. He could feel Daon’s breath so clearly.

“Daon, patience has its limits. Get lost.”

“Kangil. This is my house and my bed. So who’s the one that should get lost?”

“You’re the one who let me in.”

“Hyung… Kangil threatening me like this is really scary.”

It was a line aimed more at swaying Nahyuk than Kangil. Nahyuk knew Daon’s ploy, but he couldn’t bring himself to push him away.

Because he didn’t hate it, being held tightly from both front and back as if they both wanted to claim him.

Nahyuk just wanted to savor their warmth for a little while.

When those dark feelings came again, he thought maybe remembering this warmth would help chase them away. Maybe it would keep death itself from creeping in.

“Sorry, but let’s just stay like this for a bit. You’re both so warm.”

Neither man answered.

Maybe because Nahyuk’s tone had turned completely serious, stripped of any playfulness, and they couldn’t find words in return.

* * *

The stormy moment eventually passed.

Kim Daon, who even made breakfast for Kangil despite the tension, ended up bickering with him again.

Knowing it wasn’t a fight born of real hatred, Nahyuk simply watched, as though it were a little comedy show.

‘They might even end up becoming real friends at this rate.’

The thought was ridiculous, but it crossed his mind nonetheless.

When Nahyuk finally left Daon’s house, where Kangil had stayed the night too, he gave Daon words that were close to a promise.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Hyung, whatever the reason—whether you’re bored or sick—just call me. I’ll be waiting.”

“Yeah, I will.”

“And also…”

Daon tilted his head slightly, then casually pressed his lips to Nahyuk’s forehead. Kangil was too close to stop him in time.

“I like you, hyung.”