The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 38.2
“It is not a kiss. It is just a treatment.”
“Fine, then let us call it treatment.”
Choi Jae-heon answered calmly. However, his eyes were wavering with deep pain.
“I am not a fool; I know what you did with that guy in Chuncheon. Your lips were swollen and even your neck was flushed red; unless one is an idiot, it is impossible not to know. Besides, at the S-class level, one’s hearing is extraordinary.”
Choi Jae-heon bit his lip. Just imagining it made his stomach churn. However, this time, he had to face it instead of avoiding it. He ruffled his own hair with his hand.
“Even though I knew, it was so agonizing that I avoided it. The fact that my brother does such things to save someone else.”
Choi Jae-heon let out a deep sigh.
“I truly hated it so much. But even so, I cannot make it so that you never use your abilities for the rest of your life.”
“Hyung…”
“So, I do not intend to avoid it anymore.”
Choi Jae-heon stared straight at Ian.
“Do it in front of my eyes. Do not do it in secret. No matter what you do, I will not think badly of it. Because I like you.”
It was an outright declaration of war. Hearing it, Ian felt his face burn so hot he could hardly bear it. He had heard a confession from his brother before, but the words he heard now touched his heart even more than then. He raised his hand and rubbed his heated cheek.
“Hyung. I understand how you feel.”
But to have to kiss Vermouth while he was watching. It was no different from a public execution.
“But I cannot do it. How can I do that in front of you, Hyung!”
“If you cannot do it, the treatment ends here. I do not care whether this bastard’s arm grows back or not.”
Choi Jae-heon acted stubbornly. At that, Vermouth let out a smirk, curling the corners of his mouth.
“Your tastes are truly unique. Do you happen to be a voyeur?”
“Shut up. Before I kill you.”
“And are you even capable of killing me? Well, fine. I do not mind as long as Mr. Ian permits it.”
“Th–there is no way I would permit such a thing!”
“Choi Ian.”
Aaaargh!
He wanted to scream and run away immediately. He wanted to hide somewhere away from both of them to escape this situation. But he supposed he shouldn’t do that.
Avoidance was not the best choice. Ian bit his lip repeatedly before making a suggestion.
“Can’t you at least close your eyes?”
“No.”
‘Oh God. Why do You grant me such trials?’ Ian suppressed the urge to cry. ‘Let’s just touch lips lightly.’ It felt like a mad situation, but he couldn’t just ignore Vermouth, who had lost an arm for his sake.
“Whew.”
Ian took a deep breath. Then, placing his trembling hands on Vermouth’s shoulders, he pressed his lips against his. The moment their lips met, Choi Jae-heon stared at them intently. Vermouth also felt that burning gaze.
“Shall we try a slightly more active treatment?”
Vermouth suddenly snatched Ian’s waist.
“Wait, hey, hold on!”
Before Ian had a chance to resist, Vermouth’s lips came crashing down again.
“Mph!”
His head spun. The thought that his brother was watching him from right behind made his mind go blank. A mix of shame, a sense of immorality, and a strange excitement made his whole body tremble. He tapped Vermouth’s chest with his fists, but Vermouth only delved deeper as if to show off.
He swallowed Ian’s lips and rubbed the tender inner flesh with his tongue.
A wet, squelching sound echoed throughout the silent room.
Choi Jae-heon gazed at the scene without blinking even once. His tightly clenched fists turned white, and his fingernails dug into his flesh. Red droplets of blood fell from the wounds caused by it, but he did not care.
Jealousy, anger, and a sense of helplessness. It felt as though his insides were burning up, but Choi Jae-heon did not turn his head away. If this was the weight Ian carried, then he had to share it.
“Hmph! Nng! Mmm.”
How much time had passed? Finally, the pressed lips parted. Ian’s face was flushed red as if it would explode, and tears pooled in his red, swollen eyes.
“You bastard!”
Ian slapped Vermouth’s cheek with a trembling hand.
Slap!
Then, he dashed into the bathroom as if fleeing. Soon, the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut was heard. Thus, only the two men remained in the room.
Choi Jae-heon glared at Vermouth while clutching his bleeding fists. A murderous aura filled the room.
“Are you satisfied?”
Vermouth smiled thinly, licking the saliva from his mouth with his tongue. Instead of answering, Choi Jae-heon breathed heavily. He wanted to wring that neck right this instant.
“Are you not going to follow him?”
Vermouth gestured toward the bathroom with his chin.
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