IPSTDS Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Just as Nahyuk and Lee Kangil arrived in front of his house, somewhat calmed after their kiss, he noticed a large figure crouched at the gate.

He stopped the car abruptly and opened the door.

“Daon!”

The moment he called, Kim Daon jumped up and rushed toward him. Before Kangil, still in the driver’s seat, could stop him, Daon threw his arms around Nahyuk.

“Hyung, are you okay? Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

Only then did Nahyuk realize his mistake. After kissing Kangil in the car, he had fallen asleep and forgotten to contact Daon.

“Sorry. I must’ve worried you a lot.”

“Kangil-ssi suddenly disappeared on me, and when you didn’t come back either, I thought something had happened.”

“Why wouldn’t I come back?”

Nahyuk gently patted Daon’s back.

His back felt hot. Whether from the summer air or from running around searching, Nahyuk couldn’t tell.

All he felt was pity and guilt for Daon, who must have been waiting anxiously just for his call.

“I was talking to Seo Dowoong and suddenly collapsed, so I couldn’t contact you. When I woke up, I was at his place. Kangil came just in time and brought me back. Don’t worry. Nothing serious happened.”

“…”

Daon didn’t reply, and Nahyuk hesitated. Should he tell him about what else had happened with Seo Dowoong?

If he confessed that Seo Dowoong had forced a kiss on him because he claimed to like him—what kind of face would Daon make?

Would he be angry, or quietly bitter? After all, someone he had once admired had suddenly switched directions.

Not wanting Daon to feel that kind of loss, Nahyuk kept quiet.

“Go home or come inside. Why are you sitting out here?”

“How could I go in without you? You’re not sick anymore, right?”

Daon leaned more of his weight into him, clutching him tighter with a strange desperation. Nahyuk couldn’t push him away.

But his strength was running out. Even standing felt exhausting. He patted Daon’s back lightly.

“I’m not sick, just tired. Let’s go in first instead of staying out here.”

Then, noticing Kangil watching from the car window, he motioned with his hand that they would go in first. Kangil looked displeased but said nothing, steering the car toward the garage.

Nahyuk gently pushed Daon away, only for him to latch back on as they stepped through the gate together.

Even as they crossed the wide garden, Daon clung to his hand like he was afraid Nahyuk might vanish. For all his size, he seemed restless and boyishly endearing.

But when they entered the house, what faced Nahyuk were the many stairs leading up to his room on the second floor.

He had climbed them countless times without complaint, yet today they felt impossibly steep.

A sigh slipped out. He wished someone would carry him up.

And then, to his surprise, both feet lifted off the ground. Daon had picked him up effortlessly.

“D-Daon?”

Despite Nahyuk’s flustered call, Daon kept striding up the stairs.

“Your face looks too pale. If it’s uncomfortable, just say so and I’ll put you down.”

Far from uncomfortable, Nahyuk felt nothing but ease. If possible, he wished Daon could carry him like this every day.

Of course, it was only a fleeting wish brought on by exhaustion—he couldn’t actually ask it of him.

“It’s not uncomfortable. I’m grateful, actually.”

Daon gave a small smile, as if he’d expected that answer. It was hard to believe this was the same boy who had clung to him so anxiously moments ago.

He carried Nahyuk to his room with practiced ease, even opening the door himself, and laid him carefully on the bed.

And then, without being asked, Daon moved on to the next task as if it were natural.

He began undressing him—starting with his socks, then the light jacket Kangil had taken off earlier.

His fingers brushed the hem of Nahyuk’s white shirt, stroking it quietly.

“Can I take off more?”

“…”

“I just want to change you into pajamas.”

Though the suggestion was innocent, it somehow felt indecent.

Perhaps it was the way Daon looked, perched on the bed, that made it seem that way—pretty and alluring all at once.

The tear mole under his eye looked strangely sensual tonight. His long, dark lashes blinked slowly, and his tongue darted across his lips, red and wet.

Nahyuk swallowed dryly, his face flushing with heat.

“If it’s hard to answer, you don’t need to say anything. I’ll take care of the rest.”

With that, Daon’s hands carefully lifted the hem of his white shirt. Every time his warm fingers brushed his skin, Nahyuk shivered.

There was no rejection in him. He slipped his arms free, even lifting his face, allowing Daon to pull the shirt completely off.

The shirt was gone in an instant, and only then did the embarrassment crash in on him.

“Hyung… you’re so pale and pretty.”

Daon murmured it like he was admiring a piece of art, though his smile soon faded. His gaze grew heated as he stared fixedly at Nahyuk’s bare chest.

“So pretty.”

The words of awe slipped out as his lips brushed Nahyuk’s forehead in a fleeting kiss.

Daon had been giving him these short kisses so often lately that Nahyuk no longer felt unsettled by them.

“There’s not a single part of you that isn’t beautiful.”

You don’t even realize just how beautiful you are, do you?

Nahyuk couldn’t bring himself to say what he truly felt, and instead glanced down at Daon’s hand, already resting near the waistband of his pants.

“I’ll take these off myself.”

“Why? Don’t you trust me? I can take your pants off just fine too…”

“B-but it’s embarrassing.”

“Why be embarrassed between us? Should I take mine off too, so you won’t feel shy?”

“…”

Nahyuk had no comeback. Daon’s tone was far too serious—he really looked like he meant it.

It seemed like he would strip right then and there, no hint of a joke in sight.

“You don’t have to think about anything, hyung. Leave it all to me. You’re tired and worn out right now.”

“…That’s true, but…”

“Hyung, really? I can’t?”

Daon’s big, bright eyes pleaded so earnestly that Nahyuk couldn’t turn away. His rationality slipped.

By the time he realized it, he was nodding. The words of refusal simply wouldn’t come.

At that, Daon began carefully undressing him, just as he had promised. His touch was so cautious it wasn’t uncomfortable at all, but every inch of exposed skin made Nahyuk’s embarrassment swell.

Who knew being helped into pajamas could feel so indecent? With his bare legs revealed, Nahyuk instinctively pressed his knees together.

“Hyung, you’re so beautiful.”

The shameless words left Daon’s lips as his head dipped lower.

Before Nahyuk could ask what he was doing, a soft sensation brushed the tender skin of his inner thigh.

Daon had kissed him there.

The spot tingled, goosebumps racing across his skin.

It wasn’t something a younger brother could brush off. Even though it was brief, the kiss was far too suggestive.

“W-what are you doing?!”

“I couldn’t help it… you’re just too beautiful. Now, let me put your pajamas on.”

Smoothly changing the subject, Daon picked up the folded pajamas from beside the bed. He dressed Nahyuk so quickly he didn’t have a chance to protest further.

Compared to undressing him, this was done with shocking speed.

“I can’t leave tonight. I’ll sleep beside you.”

“…You’re staying over?”

“Yes.”

But Kangil would probably be staying over too…

Just as Nahyuk was hesitating, Daon continued.

“Hyung… I’m really worried about you. If I go home now, I won’t sleep at all. And even if I do, I’ll just have nightmares. But if I sleep next to you, I’ll never have them.”

Daon looked at him like he was on the verge of tears.

…You win.

How could he refuse when his favorite looked at him like that?

In the end, Nahyuk gave in.

“Fine! Stay over.”

“Thank you. I’ll wash up first. Don’t fall asleep before I’m back.”

“…Alright. You can grab whatever clothes you like to change into.”

“Yes, hyung.”

Daon gave him a small smile before heading quickly into the bathroom.

Why did it feel like he’d just been tricked?