Chapter 90: The First Confession and the Morning After

Yoonwoo gazed intently at Yeon-chae, who was choking back sobs alone. Tears ceaselessly streamed down his clear, already swollen cheeks.

Rising on his tiptoes, Yoonwoo gently pressed his lips to Yeon-chae’s neat forehead. He lightly kissed his prominent nose, sharp jawline, and lips. Yeon-chae, like a fledgling, parted his lips meekly, accepting the kiss.

His eyes, swollen and reddish, darted to Yoonwoo before he suddenly blurted out, “Me too.”

Though Yoonwoo was generally oblivious, this time he understood. Yeon-chae had meant to say, ‘I like you too.’

He wanted to burst into tears again, yet this time, no tears came. It was because Yeon-chae was smiling, his eyes curved like crescent moons. His face, brimming with an immaculate smile, was dazzling.

It was a bright face Yoonwoo hadn’t seen in a long time. Yoonwoo pulled Yeon-chae into a tight embrace, repeating several times, “I like you more.”

He could have said it five thousand times over. With each deep breath, the vibrant scent of spring flowers filled his lungs, expanding within his chest.

He gently wiped away the lingering moisture from Yeon-chae’s eyes with his fingers. The skin that yielded to his touch was soft and pliable, but his reddened eyes looked painfully raw. Yoonwoo’s heart ached.

“Oh no, your eyes must hurt.”

“They don’t,” Yeon-chae replied, meekly accepting Yoonwoo’s touch. His lowered gaze was beautiful, prompting Yoonwoo to kiss his eyelids. Then, slowly, he let his lips slide down, softly biting Yeon-chae’s moist, wet mouth. The soft skin tasted of tears.

With their lips still pressed together, Yoonwoo mumbled, “Your face will be so swollen tomorrow. What will you do when the kids at school tease you?”

“I won’t go to school.”

“What do you mean you won’t go to school?”

“I want to stay with you, hyung…”

His heart throbbed at the dejected mumble. Yoonwoo extended his tongue, tracing Yeon-chae’s lips. Lingering moisture mingled with saliva as their tongues entwined. After their lips locked in a deep embrace, Yeon-chae reached out and gently cradled the back of Yoonwoo’s neck.

His tongue delved deep, tracing the roof of Yoonwoo’s mouth. Saliva, like shimmering silver threads, stretched and glistened between their parted lips. Yoonwoo found himself a little breathless, yet he didn’t want to pull away from Yeon-chae.

As Yoonwoo’s arms wrapped around his neck, Yeon-chae lifted him with ease. With wide eyes, Yoonwoo clung to Yeon-chae as they headed towards the bedroom. He came to his senses only when he was gently laid upon the bed.

“Um… Yeon-chae?” Yoonwoo flinched, looking up at Yeon-chae.

Yeon-chae’s lowered gaze met his, his abundant eyelashes, usually fluttering like butterfly wings, now thoroughly wet. His forlorn appearance was heartbreaking. Yoonwoo was about to ask, ‘Why did you cry so much?’ but stopped himself.

‘Why did he cry? Because of Eun Yoonwoo, of course.’

“Don’t cry. Okay?” He tightened his arms around Yeon-chae’s neck. Yeon-chae softly replied, “Yes,” and pulled Yoonwoo into an embrace. His body pressed tightly against Yeon-chae’s firm chest. Yeon-chae then lowered his head and lightly bit Yoonwoo’s lower lip.

A rich cherry blossom scent emanated from their touching lips. With their lips pressed firmly together, he whispered, “So don’t make me cry anymore.”

‘The only one who ever made Yeon-chae cry was always Yoonwoo.’ Feeling both apologetic and secretly a little proud, Yoonwoo found himself apologizing again.

Yeon-chae’s movements were cautious, yet at times, he would sweep roughly through Yoonwoo’s mouth. He sucked on Yoonwoo’s lower lip, then lightly bit it with his teeth, before extending his tongue again to trace the even row of teeth and instantly entwine their tongues.

Yoonwoo unconsciously closed his eyes. His eyelids trembled uncontrollably, making it impossible to keep his eyes open. So, he reached out and pulled Yeon-chae into a tight embrace. Yeon-chae’s broad shoulders, not quite fitting within Yoonwoo’s embrace, trembled slightly.

He surrendered himself, his arms wrapped around Yeon-chae’s back. Large hands moved slowly over Yoonwoo’s body. With each touch of his fingertips, Yoonwoo’s shirt loosened a little more. Finally, when all the buttons were undone and his clothes fell to the bed, a soft breath brushed against Yoonwoo’s ear.

The surroundings were utterly silent. Only the sounds of their kisses could be heard.

The next day, both Yoonwoo and Yeon-chae’s faces were comically puffy, like steamed buns.

Yeon-chae’s cheeks, however, were noticeably plumper. Yoonwoo quickly pinched Yeon-chae’s cheeks with two fingers, kneading and stretching them. His cheeks, stretching like sticky rice cakes dusted with flour, were so adorable Yoonwoo almost bit them.

“D-don’t do that…” Yeon-chae mumbled, his speech muffled as his cheeks were held on both sides. His lowered gaze was demure. He didn’t even try to pull Yoonwoo’s hands away. His face, with ears demurely flushed, appeared shy, passively offering his cheeks.

It was only then that Yoonwoo remembered why Yeon-chae had become a

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