Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can - Chapter 26.2
“Guys, now that you’ve made up, should we clean the house?”
We filled a noncombustible-waste bag with the glass fragments scattered across the floor and disposed of them. After that, we used a broom and vacuum cleaner to clean up the glass dust, separated the damaged furniture, and dragged it out onto the balcony. It turned into something close to a major cleaning session.
By the time we had roughly cleaned up the mess, it was already past eight. Kim Jihwan, exhausted both physically and mentally, was the first to say he was hungry. We ate dinner, then showered to wash away any glass dust that might still be clinging to us.
Afterward, we lay our full, warm, exhausted bodies on the bed for a moment.
I must have fallen asleep.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Kim Jihwan’s exhausted sleeping profile beside me.
“…What time is it?”
“Two in the morning.”
Cha Gwonhyeok, who was looking at his phone from the recliner by the window, answered.
“Wow, I slept for a long time.”
“You can sleep more.”
“No, I don’t usually sleep much at night.”
Kim Jihwan was sleeping on his side at an angle. I poked his soft, smooth cheek and gently played with his hair. It was a completely defenseless expression I could never see normally.
Every time I touched him, Kim Jihwan mumbled, “Mmm,” as though annoyed. Cute.
The night was long, and morning was far away. What should I do? Should I finish my tutoring homework or watch an online lecture? Or should I ask Cha Gwonhyeok for permission to use the exercise equipment scattered in one corner and work up a sweat?
“Hanrim, you suit the daytime much better. That’s surprising.”
While I considered how to spend my time, Cha Gwonhyeok continued the conversation.
“Gwonhyeok, you suit the night.”
Because you’re a future obsessive main top. You would look good in a high-rise penthouse, arrogantly cackling while stroking a Persian cat and swirling strong liquor on the rocks in a crystal glass. Now that I thought about it, that looked exactly like some third-rate villain. Wasn’t there a more sophisticated image? Wow, my imagination is really pathetic.
“What time of day do you think suits Jihwan?”
I casually threw him bait to help connect the two of them.
“Night.”
Right, exactly! You were captivated by Kim Jihwan’s ebony-black hair and his brilliant black eyes that looked as though they contained the universe! You bastard!
“Jihwan sleeps a lot at night and doesn’t sleep in during the morning. You can’t bother him too much at night-.”
After giving him that warning, I took my tablet out of my schoolbag, plugged in my earphones, and did my tutoring homework on the bed. At some point, Cha Gwonhyeok, who had been using his phone, came over to the bed, lay down, and fell asleep too.
That was how I passed the time.
“Ah, the sun’s rising.”
The cloudy, rainy weather had cleared, and the morning sun was rising outside the window. Kim Jihwan and Cha Gwonhyeok were peacefully asleep, breathing softly.
“I’m telling you, they really suit each other.”
I had morning practice, so I left the house feeling pleased as I watched the two of them sleeping peacefully in the same bed. From experience, simply leaving without saying anything felt too cold, so I left each of them a morning note.
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“Agh!”
During morning practice, one of the second-year sunbaes let out a short scream, grabbed a float, and began trembling. Startled, we sent him to the emergency room, where we learned that one of his spinal discs had ruptured.
“Fuck… This was supposed to be my last competition….”
That hyung had planned to leave the Swimming Club in the second semester so he could begin seriously preparing for college entrance exams. Because of that, he wiped away tears in frustration. The event at next week’s competition was the men’s 100-meter medley relay, with four swimmers forming a team. He had been responsible for the breaststroke leg among backstroke, breaststroke, butterfly, and freestyle.
“Hanrim-ah, can’t you compete in my place? You’re good….”
“Me? I….”
It wasn’t that I couldn’t do it, but I was flustered because I had never expected this.
“Wouldn’t it be right for one of the other sunbaes to compete instead of me? Didn’t you say you’d all leave the club once you became third-years?”
“Hey, we’d much rather have you score points than compete ourselves.”
“Exactly. Which one of us do you think can swim breaststroke?”
It was true. Other than the hyung currently lying in a hospital bed, none of the second-years could produce particularly notable results in breaststroke. I was one of the fastest among the first-years, but there was no way we would place well just because I joined….
“Ah.”
Without realizing it, I had started thinking under the assumption that our team would lose. I had felt so bitter when I saw the others showing no desire for a medal, yet even I had no expectations for this team.
“Mm, then I’ll give it a try.”
When I said I would do it, the sunbaes cheered and thanked me.
And I felt guilty.
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