Idol of the Heavenly One - Chapter 46.1
“What are you doing?”
Worried that Ji-hak might wake up, I only mouthed the words carefully toward Baek Jae-heon. But even so, he didn’t move at all. He just kept looking straight at me.
His gaze felt unusually clear in the dark.
“…What are you doing?”
Thinking he might not have seen my lips, I whispered very softly this time. Yet still, there was no reply. He didn’t even twitch a finger, only held my hand tightly in his.
At that moment, a strange thought crossed my mind.
Is he sleeping with his eyes open right now?
Or is he just pretending not to hear me? I couldn’t tell. In that uncertain silence, my heartbeat began to grow faster and louder.
So I tried again, carefully pulling my hand back—
“…”
But Baek Jae-heon tightened his grip, not letting go. It was a conscious, deliberate strength. And his eyes didn’t waver or look away.
With that silence and the warmth of his hand, my heartbeat pounded so hard that even my temples began to ache. My pulse was racing too fast. What was this? There were no cameras filming, no live broadcast right now, so why was he holding my hand? Wasn’t that just fan service before? What was he thinking?
I tried again to pull my hand free, but this time, Baek Jae-heon held it even tighter, as if to trap my hand completely in his.
“…”
“…”
His eyes were steady and deep, glowing faintly in the darkness, unwavering.
“I hope it isn’t.”
At that moment, after a long silence, Baek Jae-heon finally spoke in a quiet, low voice. I froze, worried that Ji-hak might wake up at the sound, but his voice was so low that Ji-hak’s soft breathing behind us didn’t stop.
“…What isn’t?”
“You.”
“What are you even talking about…”
For a while, he had been quiet, so I thought maybe he had finally calmed down. But once again, he said something strange and confusing, throwing me off balance. Every time he did that, I felt my resolve weaken. Was he talking in his sleep again? Or was he lost in his own world?
“…If you’re sleepy, go to sleep.”
I told him coldly to sleep if he was tired. But despite my words, I couldn’t bring myself to push his hand away. Right now, I am torn between two feelings. The desire to hold onto his hand just a little longer, and the wish that he wouldn’t let go of mine.
Baek Jae-heon kept stirring me up. With just a few careless words, my heart would lift, then drop straight to the ground again. In this unclear distance where I couldn’t grasp him or let him go, I could only let out a long sigh.
Why was I like this?
All my life, I had never allowed myself to be shaken like this, not even once. Yet strangely, in front of him, I crumbled so easily—at his strange words, at his unreadable expressions.
Was it me who had gone wrong, or was it him who was shaking me?
“Ji Myeong-hyeon.”
“…What.”
“Good night.”
Baek Jae-heon ran his fingers softly across my palm, as if to tickle it, then let go of my hand.
“What are you…!”
In that instant, a sharp tingling sensation ran up my back, like an electric shock, and I let out a startled voice before I could stop myself.
“Mm…”
At the same time, Ji-hak, lying beside us, groaned softly and shifted.
The rustling sound of the blanket and the faint movement of his body instantly shattered the tension that had filled the air. I hurriedly turned over and pulled the blanket up to my head.
There was no way I could believe that this had just been a joke.
Was it just puberty? Recklessness? Did he grab my hand and whisper like that without thinking? Or did he know I was the one being shaken, and was deliberately pushing further? My heartbeat wouldn’t settle down at all.
The tingling that had spread across my back a moment ago lingered like an afterimage, and even buried under the blanket, that heat spread through me. I tried taking deep breaths to escape the feeling, but the warmth had already consumed my whole body. From head to toe, it felt like there wasn’t a single place left that wasn’t burning red. My face, my ears, my neck—and lower, deep inside my stomach.
It was the kind of heat every man knows.
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