Chapter 133: Side Story – Monday Blues Have Disappeared (3)

Seung Ho, who had pulled his lips away, cut the transparent thread that connected them with a light kiss.

He lifted Bodam’s limp body and made him lean comfortably against the sofa.

Even though it was the usual mucous membrane guiding, Bodam often lost his pace when he did it with Seung Ho.

His ragged breath and quickened pulse didn’t calm down easily.

“Get some rest.”

‘But the Esper who received the guiding is so calm.’

“Team Leader-nim. What about your meal?”

Bodam asked Seung Ho, who was wiping his wet lips and even straightening his messy bangs.

Seung Ho’s natural touch seemed as comfortable as if it were a daily routine.

“What do you want to eat?”

“No, not me. Your dinner, Team Leader-nim.”

“Later.”

Bodam, who spread out Seung Ho’s jacket that had been covering him to smooth out the wrinkles, wore a sulky expression.

Bodam, who lived by the power of rice, was worried about Seung Ho, who found eating a hassle.

Since he was the biggest yet ate the least, his health was bound to be a concern.

“You haven’t forgotten this Sunday, have you?”

Bodam emphasized ‘Sunday’, glancing at the seemingly gaunt Seung Ho.

Seung Ho, who looked healthier than anyone to others, nodded as he took back the jacket Bodam had handed him.

“Sunday at three.”

“That’s right, three o’clock. You can’t forget!”

Seung Ho, who had gotten up from the sofa at the sight of Bodam making a stern face with three fingers spread out, extended his left hand.

“I won’t forget.”

His fingertips, which had been secretly touching his face, poked his round cheek.

Drawn by the soft sensation, he pressed once more, and Bodam shook his head, telling him to stop.

He covered his cheeks, which were a target of attack wherever he went, and prevented him from touching them.

Now, since Seung Ho also touched Bodam’s cheeks quite often, he couldn’t let his guard down even in front of him.

Just then, Seung Ho’s ringing phone announced his tight schedule.

Seung Ho, who had poked the back of Bodam’s hand instead of his plump cheek one last time, headed for the entrance.

The corners of his mouth, as he turned his back, were much lighter.

Then he suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked back at Bodam.

When Bodam, who had picked up his book again, asked if he had something to say, he opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again, and finally shook his head and went on his way.

‘Did he forget what he was going to say?’ Bodam urged Seung Ho, who was closing the door and leaving, to be sure to eat a good dinner.

‘It would be perfect if he ate like Lee Tae Hwan.’

“He eats really well.”

He muttered, scratching the cheek Seung Ho had poked, and habitually thought of Tae Hwan again today.

The stream of consciousness, which he was not aware of himself, was all leading to Tae Hwan.

When he was eating, the well-eating Tae Hwan naturally came to mind, and when he was traveling, the places he had recommended caught his eye more.

When he was at the Center, they were stuck together without even a moment to think.

‘…But why isn’t there any contact today? Even though he knows I’m coming to work from Thursday.’

The puzzled Bodam put down the book he hadn’t even turned a page of and walked to Tae Hwan’s room.

‘Is he sleeping in his room?’ Even though he knew it was unlikely, he opened Tae Hwan’s door and looked inside for no reason.

“Lee Tae Hwan-. He’s not here?”

As expected, the empty room was just quiet.

The less-than-tidy bed and the clothes strewn in the same place as usual caught his eye.

They were probably the pajamas he had worn to sleep in yesterday.

Because he always took off his clothes in that spot.

Due to Tae Hwan’s personality of not liking others touching his things, his room’s floor was always clean.

The bed, which the housekeeper’s hands did not touch, was always either roughly spread out or folded in half.

To Seung Ho’s eyes, it was a level of living in a complete mess, but to the ordinary Bodam’s eyes, it was a level of living and cleaning up like a person.

Now, Attack Team 3 even slept in the waiting room.

They also used the waiting room where Bodam lived as their dorm, filling the space that was too large for him to be alone.

Thanks to that, Bodam spent his days boisterously, without a moment to feel bored.

The days he ate alone could be counted on one hand.

Almost every day, Tae Hwan was in the seat next to him at the dining table, and in the seat across from him, the still-loud-voiced Ji Oh sat, squawking for him to pay some attention to him too.

Seung Ho’s fixed seat of honor was often empty, but there were times when they all sat and ate together.

Bodam really liked that time.

He enjoyed sitting around the dining table with his team members, eating delicious food, and having small talk.

To the point where he thought it would have been great if Kang Yi Jun had been there too.

Jiiing.

Bodam, who was rolling around on Tae Hwan’s bed, was startled by the vibration in his pocket and his shoulders jumped.

He had intended to just sit for a moment, but he had already covered himself with the blanket.

The inside of the warm blanket, which resembled its owner, was cozy.

Because it was filled with a familiar wavelength and smell, it felt as if he were being held by Tae Hwan.

“Lee Tae Hwan?”

Bodam answered the phone without checking the number, naturally assuming it was Tae Hwan.

Perhaps because he had been waiting for his call in his room.

– I think it’s Jo Yeon?

But a much more welcome voice playfully announced its name and laughed.

– Should I hang up? It’s not Lee Tae Hwan, is that okay?

“Ah, of course! I was mistaken because he was supposed to call.”

– Wow. How many times does he call for you to be mistaken.

Jo Yeon pretended to cry, saying he couldn’t live with the sorrow of not being Lee Tae Hwan.

He teased Bodam’s relationship with Tae Hwan, which had gotten particularly close, whenever he had the chance.

It also meant that Bodam and Tae Hwan’s intimate relationship was known.

– Did you have a good trip to Hawaii?

Jo Yeon, who had teased him enough to make Bodam’s ears turn red, got to the point.

He enjoyed listening to the travel stories of Bodam, who traveled all over the world as if he were a tour guide.

“Ha. What should I talk about first. Wait a minute. Let me organize my thoughts.”

Jo Yeon’s laughter grew along with the sound of Bodam rolling on the bed, just at the thought of sharing his travel review.

From the in-flight meal menu of the first class he had taken after a long time to the story of failing to get a tan.

Happiness was the only thing that filled Bodam’s voice as he poured out his words like a machine gun.

Jo Yeon, who was infected by his happiness, also couldn’t stop his satisfied smile.

“Right. I bought you a ukulele as a gift.”

– A ukulele?

Bodam clapped his feet as he was telling the story of almost getting into a fight with Bomi on Lanikai Beach.

He had forgotten what he had bought because he had given so many gifts.

“Yeah. One for me. One for you. Let’s learn and play together with Yeon Yeok. He said he knows how to play the recorder.”

– What about the acoustic guitar I bought?

“My hands are small, so a ukulele is perfect. A Hawaiian hyung even taught me the basic chords. I’ll teach you.”

– That’s great. Let’s do whatever you want.

Bodam, who had become rich in minor hobbies, tried to do everything with Jo Yeon.

Even when he was shopping, he always bought two.

One for me.

One for my friend Jo Yeon.

Tae Hwan had said he liked giving more than receiving from Bodam, and Seung Ho was not interested in things.

Ji Oh, who was the only one who showed that he wanted to receive something, had a habit of only taking care of Jo Yeon’s things because Bodam often forgot.

Although they were Attack Team 3, who could take on all the attack Espers if they put their minds to it, they could never compete with Jo Yeon.

Jeon Jo Yeon, Bodam’s one and only friend, was a mountain they couldn’t cross.

They didn’t dare to covet him, as they knew better than anyone that Jo Yeon was the support who had been by Bodam’s side when he was at his lowest.

– Ah, this Sunday is at three, right?

“That’s right. Look forward to it. You can’t be late!”

Bodam’s cheekbones, who had repeated the ‘Sunday’ he had also emphasized to Seung Ho, were about to fly away.

Lately, his heart would pound just thinking about that day.

Bodam, who had finished his pleasant call with Jo Yeon, crawled back into the blanket.

He organized the things he had to prepare, thinking he wished Sunday would come quickly.

“Why isn’t this punk calling.”

Bodam, who had been grinning to himself, fiddled with his phone and muttered to himself, waiting for Tae Hwan’s call.

He couldn’t send a text first because he was probably working.

Because Tae Hwan often got minor injuries from checking Bodam’s messages on site, Bodam tried not to contact him first as much as possible.

Even when he told him not to, Tae Hwan had only ever replied that he couldn’t help but answer his calls right away, as if it wasn’t his own will.

“Is he very busy today…”

He had given up on even persuading Tae Hwan, who worried about what would happen if something happened while he couldn’t get a call.

Their contact was almost always initiated by Tae Hwan and answered by Bodam.

Bodam put down his silent phone and checked his watch.

Tae Hwan’s wavelength was stable.

It was much lower than when he had checked in Hawaii, so it seemed he had taken his medicine on time.

‘I should praise him when he comes.’

Bodam, who had covered himself with the blanket and lay down again, deeply inhaled Tae Hwan’s smell and the wavelength remaining in the air, which he could feel without even being conscious of it.

He wished Lee Tae Hwan would come quickly.

He was pointlessly disappointed that Tae Hwan, who he had thought would be waiting for him as usual, hadn’t contacted him.

Bodam, who was lying face down on the bed that felt exceptionally wide, buried his nose in the pillow that was scented with Tae Hwan’s smell.

He soothed his empty heart with Tae Hwan’s wavelength, then, suddenly finding his sniffing behavior strange, he lay down properly.

“That Lee Tae Hwan bastard.”

Bodam frowned, slamming the bed he often lay on with him.

Bodam, who had played well by himself, had now become more used to spending time with someone.

And that someone was mostly Lee Tae Hwan.

Because Seung Ho and Jo Yeon were busy, Ji Oh was noisy, and he hadn’t had a chance to meet the other one yet, he mainly spent time with Tae Hwan.

Even excluding that reason, Bodam naturally sought out Tae Hwan first.

“If you’re busy, you should at least text me that you’re busy.”

Even though he had never asked him to, he felt upset as if Tae Hwan had done something wrong.

He had never been upset when Jo Yeon or the Team Leader-nim replied late or didn’t contact him.

He was particularly sensitive and often got angry only at Tae Hwan.

Bodam, who had buried his face in the pillow again, felt sorry, thinking that he was just taking it easy on Lee Tae Hwan.

Because he said he liked whatever he did, even when he bossed him around frequently, he had come to treat him like a servant.

‘Even though we’re friends.’

‘…Are we friends?’

Bodam, who had closed his eyes wide and then opened them, muttered “…friend?”

‘Jo Yeon is a friend. Lee Tae Hwan was not a friend.’

‘Because I don’t sleep hugging Jo Yeon. And I don’t kiss him when guiding isn’t necessary.’

He couldn’t call a relationship where they kissed so often a friendship.

With Lee Tae Hwan, it was a kiss, not guiding.

Not the mucous membrane guiding he sometimes did for the Team Leader-nim.

A kiss done when they woke up in bed or got in the mood while watching a movie.

“Why did I.”

‘end up doing that with him.’