Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 12.2
“Because I was born with a weak heart. Maybe this is around the time when the original ‘Cielo’ died.”
“I wanted to see Oscar get married before I go.”
Cielo muttered bitterly.
He had meant to keep it as a thought, but the regret was so strong that the words slipped out aloud.
“You can see it.”
“…What?”
“I will…”
Swallowing his sobs, Ryan spoke with a trembling voice.
“I’ll fix it. No matter what it takes, I’ll fix your heart.”
“…”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to heal you.”
Raising his head, Ryan stared straight at Cielo with unwavering eyes.
Just for the reason of wanting to stay by Cielo’s side, he had once studied how to suppress his pheromones. If he clung to him again like that and searched for a way to fix the heart, maybe, just maybe, he could find something.
Looking into those eyes filled with resolve, Cielo swallowed dryly.
Would a future already set in stone really change just because someone charged toward it?
Could he really… live?
Negative thoughts swirled through his mind.
His heart clenched as if to say that a future of death wouldn’t change, and that being unloved was simply his fate. It even felt like someone was mocking him.
The truth was, he didn’t want to die.
He wanted to be loved too. He wanted to feel the warmth of another person.
“If it’s him…”
Even if the entire world cursed Cielo as a villain and pointed fingers, maybe, just maybe, he would stay by his side.
Gripped by that vague hope, Cielo let slip something he had deeply buried in his heart.
“Even if… by any chance… you can’t fix my heart… Will you stay with me until the end?”
In the novel, Cielo met a death befitting a villain.
No one ever knew the exact cause, and he was forgotten by everyone.
There wasn’t a single person who loved him.
Everyone rejoiced at Cielo’s death.
Cielo the villain.
One who deserved to die.
Someone better off dead.
But now that he had taken over this body, he didn’t want to meet such an ending.
His death as Lee Eunwoo had come so suddenly and meaninglessly—
So at the very least, when he died as Cielo, he wanted to feel someone’s warmth as he closed his eyes.
“I told you I’m going to save you.”
“…”
“I will. So don’t talk like that—‘if’ and all.”
When Cielo gave a faint smile instead of replying, Ryan clenched his hand tighter and continued.
“And do you really think I’ll only be there at your last moment?”
“…”
“I hovered around you for five years, just trying to get a word in. Now that I’m finally here, I plan to stick by your side for at least five times that. What do you mean ‘last moment’?”
It was far more embarrassing than expected.
Cielo let out a small laugh without realizing it, flustered by how the words sounded almost like a confession.
Cielo reached out a hand to Ryan’s tear-streaked face and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes as he spoke.
“If you’re going to stay stuck to me all the time, when will you get married?”
“…What?”
“You should find your own happiness too.”
Ryan’s face twisted sharply. With an expression that said, “Are you serious?” he declared firmly:
“Then I’ll just marry you.”
“…What?”
“Marry me. That’s all.”
Cielo’s eyes widened at the sudden words, but he soon burst out laughing.
A man with a red, tearful face proposing to him—it was far more endearing than he expected.
Cielo reached out again and ruffled Ryan’s hair as he responded with a smile.
“I’ve got a kid I’m raising right now.”
“…”
“And I prefer romantic love before marriage. But it’s hard to date when raising a kid, so… that part’s a bit unfortunate.”
At Cielo’s words, Ryan let out a dry chuckle.
Still gently rubbing his cheek against Cielo’s palm, Ryan gazed into his eyes and asked softly:
“Do you really think it’s unfortunate?”
“Of course.”
His voice didn’t sound regretful at all. But Ryan seemed to like it anyway, letting out a small laugh.
Still nuzzling Cielo’s palm, Ryan smiled faintly. His head tilted slightly, and his lips brushed against Cielo’s hand.
“Then, should we do the pre-dating stuff?”
“Pre-dating stuff?”
“Yeah. The soft and sweet kind.”
Ryan kissed Cielo’s palm and reached out his other hand.
He gently brushed away the hair tickling Cielo’s face, then stroked his features with deep affection.
Big eyes.
A high nose.
Slightly dry lips.
As his thumb quietly traced over Cielo’s lower lip, Ryan’s body leaned in slightly.
“Master!”
At Oscar’s loud voice, Ryan’s face twisted all at once.
Cielo burst out laughing at the sight of Ryan glaring at the clueless child who had just barged in.
This peace,
this warmth—
He didn’t know why it felt so good.
On the morning he was told he didn’t have long to live,
Cielo thought:
“I really wish this happiness could last forever.”
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