At some point, without even realizing it, Jeong Tae-ui had started sobbing again. A white hand came down softly to wipe away his tears. As he felt the warm, dry touch against his face, Jeong Tae-ui forced his eyes open. Through his teary vision, Ilay’s face came into view.
...He shouldn't have looked. He regretted opening his eyes. He shouldn’t have looked at his face.
Although Ilay probably didn’t even realize it himself, his expression — drenched in sweat and consumed by desire as he gazed down at Jeong Tae-ui — revealed the human side of him that Taeui tried so hard to ignore.
What do I do? Jeong Tae-ui thought, feeling conflicted. This is a problem. The way Ilay’s eyes, his expression, his touch, even his breath so blatantly pleaded with him — it was impossible not to notice.
He looks human, but inside, he's not human at all, he thought. But then again, maybe he was. The hand gently stroking his cheek, the tongue grazing his eyelids, the breath touching his nose — they all seemed to say otherwise.
“Tae-ui.”
And then there was the soft voice calling his name.
“Tae-ui.”
Ilay called him again. Jeong Tae-ui opened his eyes and met the gaze staring down at him.
Suddenly, he became curious. Did this man know what kind of eyes he was making right now? There was something strange about them, yet they were almost moving in a way that tugged at Jeong Tae-ui’s heart. He couldn’t look away.
So he was human after all, Jeong Tae-ui realized. He had emotions just like anyone else.
His chest ached. For some reason, the thought crossed his mind that he wanted to kiss this man again. So Jeong Tae-ui tried to tighten his arms around Ilay's neck.
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At some point, without even realizing it, Jeong Tae-ui had started sobbing again. A white hand came down softly to wipe away his tears. As he felt the warm, dry touch against his face, Jeong Tae-ui forced his eyes open. Through his teary vision, Ilay’s face came into view.
...He shouldn't have looked. He regretted opening his eyes. He shouldn’t have looked at his face.
Although Ilay probably didn’t even realize it himself, his expression — drenched in sweat and consumed by desire as he gazed down at Jeong Tae-ui — revealed the human side of him that Taeui tried so hard to ignore.
What do I do? Jeong Tae-ui thought, feeling conflicted. This is a problem. The way Ilay’s eyes, his expression, his touch, even his breath so blatantly pleaded with him — it was impossible not to notice.
He looks human, but inside, he's not human at all, he thought. But then again, maybe he was. The hand gently stroking his cheek, the tongue grazing his eyelids, the breath touching his nose — they all seemed to say otherwise.
“Tae-ui.”
And then there was the soft voice calling his name.
“Tae-ui.”
Ilay called him again. Jeong Tae-ui opened his eyes and met the gaze staring down at him.
Suddenly, he became curious. Did this man know what kind of eyes he was making right now? There was something strange about them, yet they were almost moving in a way that tugged at Jeong Tae-ui’s heart. He couldn’t look away.
So he was human after all, Jeong Tae-ui realized. He had emotions just like anyone else.
His chest ached. For some reason, the thought crossed his mind that he wanted to kiss this man again. So Jeong Tae-ui tried to tighten his arms around Ilay's neck.