Chapter 100: Only One I Care About

‘Measurement impossible.’

Seung Ho’s value, which had garnered public attention with just his healing ability, rose even higher.

‘Could it be that he’s S-class or higher?’

‘It’s not certain yet. Since measurement is impossible domestically, we must first send him to the United States-.’

Following his multiple abilities, being the nation’s first healing ability user, and on top of that, a transcendent rank of S-class or higher.

Too many events and too much attention poured onto Seung Ho all at once, even before the pain of his manifestation had subsided.

Because Seung Ho’s face, not yet twenty years old, was so calm, no one put on the brakes for him.

Then, eventually, he overloaded.

‘I understand. I shall follow your words. Han Seung Ho-gun.’

He was a person, not a robot, after all.

‘In return, you must also keep your promise to us. You will soon be an adult, so you must take responsibility for your choices.’

‘Yes. I know.’

There was a young period when he had dug his own grave.

Seung Ho, who had been an emotionally dull child since birth, complied with whatever the Center demanded.

If only the noisy attention of the moment would die down.

If only he could never return home for the rest of his life, anything, it didn’t matter.

“Cough…”

Seung Ho placed the back of his hand on Bodam’s forehead and checked his temperature.

It was as hot as his breathing, which sounded labored.

His face, with cold sweat running down it, was pale despite burning with fever.

Seung Ho’s hand, which had wiped away the sweat, moved towards Bodam’s nape without hesitation.

‘Is he crazy.’

Bodam, who had only been closing his eyes, had no strength to push Seung Ho away.

Even as he leaned his upper body down and took his coughing mouth with his own.

Unable to make a sound, he just gasped for breath, taking in surprised gasps.

His mind, which had already hardened from the fever, went white.

Gradually, all his attention was sucked into Han Seung Ho’s incomprehensible actions.

‘Is Han Seung Ho trying to suck out guiding right now? This rude bastard.’

Bodam tightly concealed his wavelength, determined not to be robbed by an Esper trying to forcibly take guiding.

‘No matter how much he has no arm and is sick. To think Han Seung Ho would forcibly kiss a sleeping person.’

He thought he was a guy who, despite being seriously ill-mannered, knew to draw the line.

‘To think he would do this to a guide who isn’t even his exclusive.’

“Haa…”

For a moment, as tears welled up from a deep sense of betrayal and hurt, the cry that was about to burst was sucked back in with a gasp of surprise at the cleared airway.

‘Huh?’

“Heut.”

Seung Ho, who let him breathe for a moment before pushing his tongue in again, completely supported Bodam’s head.

The slender upper body, held only by the back of the head, was soon laid on Seung Ho’s folded leg.

With only his right hand left, he couldn’t fully embrace Bodam.

His sweat-soaked hair stuck between his long fingers.

The kiss, which roamed over his teeth, tickled under his tongue, and gently sucked on the root without hurting, continued for quite a long time.

It was a soft kiss, characteristic of Han Seung Ho.

A kiss that made Bodam, who didn’t even have the strength to lift his eyelids, open his round eyes wide.

“Ah, that, heup. Stop it-!”

Bodam’s body, which had been weighed down by the fever, felt lighter.

To the point where he even had the strength to untangle their deeply intertwined mouths and push away his large body.

“……”

Bodam could only move his lips, unable to say anything.

He just met Han Seung Ho’s eyes, shedding a single tear that had welled up.

The fever was gone.

Everywhere that had ached.

As the kiss with him continued, he even felt his mind clearing.

“Did… did you heal me…?”

‘No way. Han Seung Ho’s healing ability.’

Seung Ho, who wiped away even the tear that had fallen on his revitalized cheek, met Bodam’s eyes.

His face, which gave a faint nod, was also covered in sweat.

Han Seung Ho also looked like he needed healing.

Seung Ho’s hand, slowly returning Bodam’s head to the pillow, trembled slightly.

Just as his hand spasmed from the force of lifting just Bodam, his face looked as if he would collapse at any moment.

“C-can you only do it like this?”

Startled by his sickly complexion, Bodam threw out a question as it came to mind.

The impression of Han Seung Ho, whom he had only thought of as cold, felt different.

“For now, yes.”

His weak, cracking voice was also unlike Han Seung Ho.

It didn’t seem like healing was only possible through a kiss from the beginning.

There were many things he wanted to ask, but seeing Seung Ho’s left shoulder, he first got out of bed.

The person who should be lying down now was not him.

Seung Ho’s left arm, which he had said would be regenerated after a good night’s sleep, was still the same.

“Lie down first.”

Bodam, who had kicked off the blanket and stood up, laid Seung Ho on the bed.

He made the large frame, which wouldn’t budge at his pull, lie down by shooting him a resolute gaze.

Seeing that he hadn’t even changed his blood-stained pants, it seemed he had come right after opening his eyes.

“He said he would give me a treatment, so I let him in.”

‘Gosh.’ Startled by the Barrier Esper’s voice that popped out of nowhere, Bodam looked at the door.

The face of the Barrier Esper, who had been watching the situation from the doorway, was also full of surprise.

“Yes. It’s fine. You may leave.”

The Barrier Esper, who had been looking back and forth between Seung Ho and Bodam on the bed, soon left the room.

‘Team Leader Han Seung Ho’s healing ability… is a kiss. My goodness.’

“Your body.”

Seung Ho asked.

Even though he wasn’t in a state to worry about others.

When Bodam, who was standing facing the door, didn’t answer, Seung Ho tried to get up from the bed.

He couldn’t see the expression of Bodam, who stood with his back turned.

“Stay still.”

At Bodam’s command, which fell like a knife, Seung Ho’s head returned to the pillow.

Bodam entered the bathroom without showing his face to Seung Ho until the end.

His mind, shocked by the healing ability, was blank.

And his mouth, which Han Seung Ho had rummaged through, was hot.

Bodam, who washed his face with cold water, rinsed his mouth diligently, erasing the remaining heat.

Startled by his reddened lips, he even scrubbed them hard.

The sensation he left behind didn’t fall away easily.

The act, which he thought he had become somewhat used to while doing mucous membrane guiding, lingered for an unusually long time.

It couldn’t be helped.

“So you have to, lock lips… to do it.”

He finally found out.

The secret of the healing ability that people, and I, had cursed so much.

Bodam, who came out of the bathroom, gulped down some cool water.

Even though the body ache was completely gone, it seemed a slight fever remained in his head.

Seung Ho’s persistent gaze followed Bodam, who was fanning himself to cool down.

“Are you sick?”

“You fixed it, so what are you asking.”

Bodam, whose blunt tone slipped out habitually, placed a new water bottle near Seung Ho.

His throat was very sore.

‘Ah, he probably can’t open the cap with one arm.’

“That Esper rampaged.”

“…I know.”

“The unregistered person caused it.”

Seung Ho remembered the Teleport Esper’s wavelength.

It wasn’t a level that could cause a rampage.

With just that one clue, he realized that the cause of the rampage was related to the unregistered person.

Though he had missed it right after his injury, lost in other thoughts.

“It was enough. Your guiding.”

At Seung Ho’s low voice, which sounded casually indifferent, Bodam scratched his chest.

With that one phrase from Han Seung Ho, the knot that had formed in his chest was gently poked.

‘Did he come to tell me that? He should take care of his own body.’

“Why is your arm still the same?”

Bodam, who casually covered Seung Ho with a blanket, sat down next to him.

He carefully examined the bandaged left shoulder, checking if it was bleeding.

“You said it would come back after you slept…”

“It used to.”

“…Is your ability weakening?”

“Yes.”

“Your healing ability?”

“All of it.”

‘Even the barrier?’ ‘That can’t be. I’ve never heard of an Esper’s ability disappearing.’

“It will disappear.”

Seung Ho, who sat up, faced Bodam directly.

His white face filled the black, empty pupils.

“I can solve the unregistered person problem before that.”

“……”

“Just stay for 3 more months. It’ll be over by then.”

Bodam, who tore his gaze away from Seung Ho’s, picked up the water bottle he had brought for him.

‘So that’s why he had asked me to stay for just 3 more months.’

“Drink.”

Bodam placed the opened water bottle in Seung Ho’s right hand.

The cracked and hoarse voice did not suit him.

Han Seung Ho had always been obsessively perfect and maintained a flawless appearance.

“Answer me.”

But the weak and small parts of Han Seung Ho that he was revealing one by one made him feel strange.

“I said drink the water.”

Seung Ho, who was stubbornly holding the water bottle and staring at Bodam, finally put his lips to the bottle’s opening.

He, who had taken a sip so fleetingly, urged for an answer again.

Not with words, but with his gaze.

It was still a gaze filled only with a dry and cold energy, but something was different.

Something that couldn’t be expressed in words.

“Tell me everything you want.”

It revealed his changed inner self.

Bodam, who turned around, walked around the bed with slow steps.

He could see the persistent gaze waiting for an answer never leaving him.

Bodam, who had walked around to the side of the bed like that, said casually.

“Drink it all.”

As Bodam gestured to the water bottle with his eyes, Seung Ho obeyed without delay.

Seung Ho, who placed the instantly emptied 500ml water bottle on the table, looked up at Bodam.

Bodam, who had no intention of answering easily, just ignored his gaze and lay down on the bed.

“Go when I fall asleep.”

Then he held out his hand.

It meant, ‘I will sleep, so you sit and receive guiding before you go.’

Because his eyes were closed, he couldn’t see Han Seung Ho’s expression, but he heard him move.

‘Whether it’s Lee Tae Hwan or Han Seung Ho, these Espers are so obedient that it’s incredibly reassuring.’

Even though his sleepiness had completely vanished, his fever-free body was about to go limp.

“If I get that treatment… am I supposed to be sleepy?”

Bodam, who clasped his large hand, asked about his mysterious healing ability.

There were many more things he wanted to ask in detail, but he held back because it seemed he didn’t want to bring it up.

He didn’t want to pry into someone else’s secrets.

“No. You’re just sleepy.”

‘I see.’ Bodam, who nodded his head, sent out guiding and accepted sleep.

He suddenly wondered if Kang Yi Jun would appear in his dream again.

He thought that if the young Yi Jun appeared instead of the grown-up one, he should try to have a conversation like an adult.

Thanks to the leeway gained from his mind becoming so comfortable that sleepiness washed over him.

“Will it really be resolved in 3 months?”

“Yes.”

At the response that popped out as if a button had been pushed, Bodam laughed silently.

‘If it had been Lee Tae Hwan or Min Ji Oh, they would have tried to persuade me, promising and vowing.’

‘Han Seung Ho is truly, Han Seung Ho-like.’

He wondered what kind of life he had lived to become that Han Seung Ho.

He thought it would be a life far removed from the one he had envied in his childhood.

At that, his grip on their clasped hands tightened.

For no particular reason.

“But why… only me.”

Just before falling asleep, Bodam mumbled as if talking in his sleep.

Before he could even hear the answer, his soft, even breathing had deepened.

‘I was most curious about that.’

Seung Ho, who didn’t let go of his hand even after Bodam’s guiding had stopped, answered only when the day was about to break.

Even though it was an answer that the already asleep Bodam would never hear, he pressed down his clumsy sincerity.

“You’re the only one I care about.”