OL Ch 33

Beep-beep-beep

“…..”

Hayun sighed softly at the door that opened so easily. Although he had opened it himself, he was worried that it might be robbed because the passcode was too easy. Hayun entered and carefully closed the door. But the effort was in vain as the sound of the lock turning was loud.

Hayun looked at the door with a puzzled face, then turned his head again. He thought Mookyeong wasn’t home, but his shoes were there. Hayun hesitated to go out again. But he couldn’t hear Mookyeong’s voice.

‘Is he sleeping?’

After hesitating for a moment, Hayun peeked inside with only one shoe off.

The master bedroom door was open. Mookyeong didn’t usually sleep during the day and was sensitive to sounds. If he was tired enough to sleep during the day, he wouldn’t have left the door open.

‘Or did he? Maybe he left it open to be more aware of his surroundings.’

But Hayun immediately denied his own thoughts. No matter how much that was the case, there was no way Baek Mookyeong wouldn’t notice someone’s visit after making this much noise.

Something must have happened. Hayun took off his other shoe and went inside.

When he passed the hallway and entered the living room, Hayun knew his hunch was right. In the middle of the living room, an unconscious Mookyeong was floating in the air.

“Damn it.”

Hayun threw down his bag and approached Mookyeong. In addition to Mookyeong, various items in the living room were floating in the air. If he didn’t handle this properly, the living room would be a mess. First, Hayun slightly pushed Mookyeong, who was awkwardly far from the sofa, onto the sofa, which was also floating in the air. He placed a cushion where his head might fall.

Now it was a race against time.

Hayun pushed down the floating furniture with force. Objects floating due to the unconsciously released telekinesis could be temporarily released if pulled down with strong force. If left alone, they would float up again, but Hayun planned to resolve the situation before that.

He ignored things that were okay to fall and small items, and lowered the table, sofa, decorative cabinet, and glass decorations to the floor. Fortunately, the TV was wall-mounted and fixed to the wall.

Then Hayun pushed the floating Mookyeong as gently as possible. If he gave him a shock, Mookyeong might be startled and use his abilities. If it were before, he wouldn’t have cared, but he couldn’t do that now. Hayun was wary of Mookyeong, remembering what happened at the hospital.

It was just moving him from the living room to the bedroom, but he was sweating profusely. Hayun sighed carefully and climbed onto the bed.

Hayun placed his hand on Mookyeong’s body. He pushed down slightly to check how much resistance there was. He felt like he needed to apply more force than he thought. Hayun put more strength into the hand that was pressing Mookyeong. Mookyeong’s body, which was floating in the air, seemed to go down, but it came back up again.

“Whew.”

Hayun blew his bangs up with his breath and lay half on top of Mookyeong’s body. When he pressed down with his weight, it finally went down. By the time he laid him on the bed, he had to climb completely on top of Mookyeong and hold down his limbs.

‘If he had even a little bit of consciousness, he wouldn’t leave me alone.’

Hayun pressed down on Mookyeong once more and reached under the bed. The bed in their old house had a belt to tie Mookyeong, but it seemed that this one didn’t.

‘Is there anything here to tie him with? Shouldn’t there at least be some twine?’

But then he imagined Mookyeong with his limbs tied with twine and shook his head. He wouldn’t be able to handle it when he regained consciousness.

‘I don’t think anything would be okay after breaking in without permission.’

Either way, he had to be prepared to take a few hits. Hayun stared at Mookyeong’s face. Even though Hayun was pressing him down, Mookyeong tried to curl up while being pressed. He was frowning as if in pain.

Hayun felt Mookyeong’s forehead. He didn’t feel any fever, but his face was overly pale. Hayun reached for the nightstand next to the bed. As expected, there was a first aid kit in the drawer of the nightstand. Hayun took out a thermometer from the first aid kit and took Mookyeong’s temperature.

‘His temperature is normal.’

“Why? Where does it hurt?”

Hayun wiped Mookyeong’s forehead with his hand and whispered.

He didn’t have a fever, but he was sweating cold. Now that he looked, there were traces of tears.

“Why are you crying? It’s making me feel strange.”

By the time he reached out again, tears were shining in the corners of his eyes. He was biting his lips as if to hold back tears, but his chest was rising and falling rapidly.

“Hey. Why are you crying, hmm?”

But as expected, there was no answer.

‘Should I contact the school?’

The management of underage espers was entirely handled by the school. Although it imitated a regular school, it was possible because the school itself was under the control of the Superhuman Special Management Agency, which was part of the Department of Defense, not the Ministry of Education.

‘If I contact them, they’ll definitely isolate him. Then it will be a bit cumbersome in this situation.’

This wasn’t the first time Mookyeong had shown these symptoms. When he was emotionally unstable, he often unconsciously used his abilities while sleeping.

Especially when physical fatigue and emotional instability overlapped, he would lose consciousness. Seo Iju said that Mookyeong’s condition was because he was weak. Because he was weak, he could use many abilities, but he was also more likely to break down and was vulnerable to going berserk.

At the time, he just thought it was ridiculous.

Most of Mookyeong’s anxiety was Hayun’s fault. Since he was a child, Mookyeong didn’t want to be separated from Hayun. But Mookyeong was a Baek, and Hayun was a Kim. No matter how much he ate and slept at the Baek family’s house, he was ultimately a Kim, so he had to return home for a certain period of the year. Because Hayun was young, it was even more so.

When Hayun went home, Mookyeong would cry his eyes out from then on. He wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t sleep, and he would throw all the tantrums he could.

Then, when Hayun returned, he would act as if nothing had happened. Of course, he would stick closer than usual.

Anyway, that was a story from when they were young. After they got older, that didn’t happen anymore.

Because Mookyeong also knew that no matter how much Hayun ignored his calls and didn’t talk to him at school, he would eventually be by his side. Apart from being angry.

But the situation is different now.

‘There’s no reason for him to get sick because I’m not around.’

To Baek Mookyeong now, Hayun was nothing more than a nuisance. No, it might be fortunate if he was just a nuisance.

‘Then is it Kim Heewon instead of me now?’

Is he suffering from Kim Heewon’s absence? Hayun mulled over the thought that came to his mind and rubbed Mookyeong’s cheek. He didn’t have much flesh on his cheeks to begin with, but he had gotten even thinner.

“Oh, you idiot.”

You don’t even know I’m here. Hayun whispered softly and got up. It was a bit horrifying, but he was thinking of tying Mookyeong with twine. But the moment he raised his body, he was caught by Mookyeong and fell back onto the bed.

“Ack!“

In the moment he said “oops”, Mookyeong’s body wrapped around Hayun. Hasty hands pulled Hayun rather roughly.

“…..”

When was the last time they were this close? Hayun looked at Mookyeong without a word. But his head was bowed, so his face was not visible. He couldn’t tell if he was awake or not, so he couldn’t hug him back. Hayun made a fist and hesitated for a moment, then placed his hand on Mookyeong’s back.

Mookyeong’s dry lips scratched at Hayun’s neck and around his cheeks. His lips, searching for something, finally met Hayun’s. As soon as Mookyeong’s lips touched his, Hayun opened his lips. Mookyeong’s tongue pushed through the gap.

A deep kiss continued, but it was more like a confirmation than something sexual. Mookyeong continued to kiss without opening his eyes, touching and grasping Hayun’s body. He repeatedly spread and clenched his fingers as if to hold more.

Mookyeong’s breathing gradually became heavier. Hayun parted his lips and slowly stroked his back.

“It’s okay. Mookyeong-ah, it’s okay. I’m here. I didn’t go anywhere.”

A metallic sound began to leak from Mookyeong’s mouth. He huffed as if he was angry, then suddenly started sobbing. He kicked his feet and twisted his body in frustration, and finally burst into tears. In fact, it was closer to screaming than crying.

Even so, Mookyeong didn’t let go of Hayun. His body ached from the rough hands, but Hayun didn’t push Mookyeong away. Not only would it be useless to push him away in this state, but he didn’t want to do that right now.

The familiar Baek Mookyeong, whom he thought he had lost, was here. Hayun buried his face in Mookyeong’s shoulder. His eyes became hot. He wasn’t sad or angry, but he just cried. Hayun muttered ambiguous words, not knowing if he was saying them to Mookyeong or to himself.

“It’s okay. I didn’t go anywhere. I was here. I was always by your side.”

You didn’t know, did you? Hayun added playfully and patted Mookyeong’s back. Because his face was buried in his shoulder, he could smell a familiar and longed-for scent.