OL Ch 46

<Twenty-three>, as autumn approached winter, Mookyeong began to receive blind dates.

Normally, people would say, “What’s a twenty-three-year-old doing on a blind date?”, but Mookyeong was the son of Baek Jinha and Seo Iju. The acquaintances of Baek Jinha and Seo Iju were worried about the loneliness of Mookyeong, who had lost his parents early. They wanted him to meet people, even if it wasn’t for marriage, and the state wanted the genes of a powerful psychic to be bound to Korean society through marriage.

Perhaps they thought twenty-three was already a big consideration.

Or maybe they had been working on it before, and Hayun only found out now.

“…..”

Hayun stared at the business card of the matchmaking company that Mookyeong had thrown into the trash as soon as he got home. It was a business card he had seen before. However, unlike before, the name and position of the person in charge had changed.

‘His position has gotten higher.’

He had heard that matchmaking for psychics was quite profitable for matchmaking companies. The support from the government was one thing, but getting to know other psychics while making one couple would also be a big advantage.

Hayun fiddled with the ring as if clenching his fist.

At times like this, he was grateful that Mookyeong was so cold to him. Mookyeong acted as if he had stolen Kim Heewon’s place. So he hated him more and sometimes ignored him as if he didn’t exist. But then again, he would say things that crushed Hayun’s existence to the point of shame.

Unless he brought Kim Heewon as Mookyeong said, Mookyeong would continue to hate Hayun.

‘The more precious Kim Heewon is, the more he’ll hate and dislike me.’

On the other hand, the more the value of Kim Heewon’s existence was diluted, the more his hatred for Hayun would fade. So, ironically, Hayun was relieved when Mookyeong hated him. It meant that he hadn’t forgotten him yet, and that meant that at least for now, he wouldn’t meet anyone else.

And if he thought that way, the current relationship became bearable.

While Hayun was lost in thought, the closed bathroom door opened. Hayun quickly turned away from the trash can. As Hayun was pretending to be busy, Mookyeong opened his mouth.

“Stay out for a while today.”

The moment he heard Mookyeong’s words, his heart sank. Hayun blinked quickly and asked back.

“…Why?”

“Some seniors are coming over. They’ll probably stay the night, and it’ll be uncomfortable for both of us.”

“I have nowhere to go, can’t I just stay home? I’ll be like I’m not here.”

Instead of answering, Mookyeong tilted his head to the side. It meant, “Will that be possible?”

If it were Mookyeong’s seniors, they would be other combat-type ability users, and they would easily find Hayun even if he hid. And they would be suspicious of a hiding Hayun.

“Okay. I’ll go out. I can go to a PC cafe or go home.”

At Hayun’s words, Mookyeong nodded lightly.

“When are they coming? Should they not know I live here? Should I clean up some things before I go?”

He should have told me earlier. Then I would have cleaned up beforehand. As Hayun added a complaint, Mookyeong let out a small sigh.

“It was decided suddenly today. The things…”

Mookyeong trailed off and checked his phone. He frowned as he checked the messages from the seniors he had made plans with, and then he told Hayun to just leave.

“There’s not much time. Just leave quickly.”

Perhaps because it was uncomfortable to keep talking, Mookyeong showed his annoyance. Hayun hurriedly grabbed his coat and wallet and came out so as not to get on Mookyeong’s nerves.

He tried to catch the elevator, but it didn’t come up from the first floor for a long time. For some reason, he felt like the people who got on the elevator from the first floor were the seniors Mookyeong had mentioned. He didn’t want to run into them.

After hesitating for a moment, Hayun went down one floor through the emergency stairs and caught the elevator again.

He got on the elevator and got off on the first floor, and a short man was standing in front of the entrance, pressing a button as if calling a household. When Hayun went out and opened the door, he bowed his head and said thank you. Hayun bowed back and passed the man.

As the man got on the elevator and Hayun completely passed through the entrance, the short man suddenly opened his mouth.

“Huh?“

“…?”

At the sound, Hayun also stopped walking. But when he turned around, the elevator was going up. Hayun shook his head lightly and quickened his stopped pace.

The white curtain billowed in a circle. The dazzling sunlight and heat filled the house. Perhaps because it was faded by the light, or because he couldn’t remember, the familiar house was seen in bits and pieces. The sofa was there and then gone, the table was there and then gone, the model of the refrigerator in the kitchen changed.

Mookyeong was standing in the living room. He couldn’t remember what he was doing. He just stood there, looking at the familiar place strangely. Then he turned his head, following a faint sound. He saw the stairs leading to the second floor.

Before he even thought he had to go there, he hurriedly climbed the stairs. Then he stepped on the stairs wrongly and made a sound.

‘…..’

His heart sank at the creaking sound. At the same time, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps from another place. Only then did Mookyeong remember that he was playing ‘tag’.

‘Right. I’m it.’

The moment he remembered he was it, Mookyeong moved his body at the same time as he remembered who he had to catch. He burst open the room where he had heard the sound a moment ago, but the room was just white and he couldn’t see anything.

Mookyeong immediately turned around and started searching other rooms. But whenever he opened a door, he couldn’t see anything and it was just white. Anxiety and annoyance began to crawl up. When he went to the second-floor veranda, which was used as a greenhouse, he saw legs just going over the window.

Mookyeong immediately backed away, closed the veranda window, and opened the door to the room he had just entered. At the sound of the door opening, the other person tried to go over the window again. Perhaps if Mookyeong tried to catch up from the veranda side again, he would go over the room window again.

Mookyeong decided to corner the other person. Because if the other person didn’t use ‘abilities’, his own physical abilities were better.

The other person went over the window again to avoid Mookyeong, and Mookyeong also followed him over the window. Because Mookyeong had closed the living room window beforehand, the other person was caught by Mookyeong while trying to open the door. Mookyeong grabbed the other person’s waist.

The other person’s feet dangled, unable to withstand Mookyeong’s strength. He put his hands on Mookyeong’s shoulders and complained.

[Hey! Foul, foul! You used your abilities.]

At the other person’s complaint, Mookyeong grinned. It didn’t hurt at all even when he was hit.

[Wait, wait, let go. My clothes, my clothes.]

[What about your clothes?]

As soon as Mookyeong put him down, the other person straightened his clothes. He wiped his side as if he had gotten caught somewhere. Mookyeong, feeling sorry for hurting him, wiped his side with his hand.

[Let me see. Does it hurt a lot?]

At Mookyeong’s words, the other person lifted his shirt slightly. There was a reddish tinge on the exposed skin.

[Idiot, it’s because you pulled too hard.]

[Sorry, do you want me to put some medicine on it?]

[It’s fine. It’s not that bad.]

The other person pushed Mookyeong’s hand away. As he was straightening his clothes, he suddenly turned around and slipped out of Mookyeong’s hands.

[□□□!]

[You fell for it, you idiot!]

□□□’s laughter rang out clearly. □□□’s face, bathed in sunlight, looked white. All he could see were his lips. Mookyeong reached out, but his hand was repelled before he could reach the other person. Realizing what that meant, Mookyeong gritted his teeth.

No matter how many times he experienced it, he never got used to it. No, he couldn’t get used to it. He couldn’t see anything, but the [door] swallowed □□□ again.

It’s a foul to use abilities, he shouldn’t do that. The complaint rose to his throat, but he woke up before he could spit it out.

“…..”

Mookyeong sat up straight as soon as he opened his eyes. It felt like all the blood that had rushed to his head had drained to his toes. His heart pounded. Mookyeong habitually turned his head to the side. The moment he thought he could only see the blanket, his heart sank.

He gasped and blinked quickly. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, a white hand popped out from under the blanket. Perhaps because it was stuffy under the blanket, he wiped his face and neck and then tossed and turned.

The sound of the blanket rustling followed Kim Hayun’s movements. Kim Hayun turned towards Mookyeong, and then, as if realizing his mistake, he turned back to his original position.

Mookyeong slowly wiped his face. He told himself that he was probably sensitive because of the dream, but he had no intention of lying back down. It was too early to get up, but too late to go back to sleep.

And he felt like he would have a dream if he lay down again.

‘Dream.’

Mookyeong closed his eyes and mulled over the dream.

‘We were playing tag.’

It seemed like they had agreed not to use their abilities. Mookyeong recalled the house structure he had seen in the dream. Unlike in the dream, he could remember it to some extent. It was thanks to the pictures Kim Hayun had brought and the house structure he had drawn himself. Mookyeong tapped the top of the blanket with his fingertips and then raised his head.

‘Kim Heewon.’

He should have called the other person’s name, but his mouth wouldn’t open.

‘Kim Heewon, Kim Heewon.’

Was it because he had forgotten? In the dream, he couldn’t remember that name at all. It was the same when he had other dreams. He would call him something, but he couldn’t remember that word as if it had been muted. He knew that his symptoms were different from normal amnesia, but he couldn’t shake off the frustration.

“…..”

Mookyeong turned his head and looked at the sleeping face of Kim Hayun. The sun was just beginning to rise, so the dawn’s twilight was disappearing, and he could distinguish objects to some extent.

Kim Hayun twitched his swollen lips and then spread his fingers wide. He couldn’t tell if he was dreaming or not, but it was clear that he looked ridiculous.

Mookyeong looked at the ring on Hayun’s left middle finger. It was a ring he had been wearing since he came back after leaving the house without any contact two years ago.

‘He might have picked it up somewhere.’

Mookyeong once asked Kim Hayun why he wore the ring. Kim Hayun said it was because there were many people who confessed to him, but Mookyeong didn’t believe it. If he had a proper head on his shoulders, he wouldn’t try to date him just based on his looks, even if he made a light comment.

Moreover, Kim Hayun liked men.

To be precise, Baek Mookyeong.

The moment he was reminded that Kim Hayun liked him, he felt nauseous with disgust.

But Kim Hayun’s love was a relief for Mookyeong.

Mookyeong didn’t hate Kim Hayun as much as before. He wasn’t sympathizing with him foolishly. He just couldn’t hate him as much as before. As he had been wary of before, his hatred had become familiar and dulled. Of course, even with his dulled hatred, he could still hurt Kim Hayun.

Because Kim Hayun liked him.

That’s why Kim Hayun didn’t try to leave Mookyeong’s side.

No matter how much Mookyeong threw him in the bathroom and sprayed him with water whenever he got an erection in his sleep, or threw him onto the veranda and locked the door all night, or covered his mouth with a cushion and pressed down whenever he laughed out loud, and overturned and destroyed the food or things Kim Hayun made, Kim Hayun would only grimace and tremble for a moment.

He never resented or got angry at Mookyeong. He just endured it as if he shouldn’t, and fixed the things that annoyed Mookyeong.

He reached out to Kim Hayun. He tried to strangle him, but he withdrew his hand before it reached his neck. Perhaps because he noticed, or because he was just uncomfortable, Kim Hayun turned his body.

Hayun no longer laughed out loud in the house, and when he slept, he tried not to touch or face Mookyeong, and he tied his lower body with a band or other items.

Perhaps because he always did that, Hayun no longer got an erection, except for a few times in the beginning when he couldn’t tie the band properly. Perhaps he couldn’t even function as a man anymore.

In a way, the hatred of the past few years might have borne fruit. Because Mookyeong didn’t want Hayun to be happy. And that feeling remained the same.

‘Maybe it’s because I couldn’t find a new way that it dulled.’

I wish I could find a new way as soon as possible. Mookyeong thought so and couldn’t take his eyes off Kim Hayun. He desperately clung to the flimsy excuse that he was calming his startled heart because of the dream.