CBB Chapter 2.4

“Woorak might not remember this, but you said you did this to my hand, right?”

This little punk, weren’t we supposed to be done with this like real men?

“Really? I don’t remember at all. I wouldn’t have done it for no reason. Did you do something wrong to me, hyung?”

“I just wanted to lick your butt a little—”

Thwack! 

Heedo’s head snapped to the side. Woorak, frozen in an awkward position after punching him, flinched at the sight of the blood dripping from Heedo’s nose. Heedo pressed one nostril with his bent finger and remained motionless, as if lost in thought.

“Ah, um, well, that is…”

“Woorak, you don’t actually remember…?”

“No, it’s not that, ugh, my head…”

Woorak’s head pounded as he racked his brain for an excuse. He pressed his throbbing forehead, and Heedo reached out and wrapped his arms around Woorak’s head.

“It’s okay, Woorak. I understand, so stop thinking about it. Your head hurts even if you think a little, so stop it.”

As soon as he relaxed, the pressure in his head eased, and the pain subsided.

“Hyung, I’m really strange. I don’t remember anything, but why did I suddenly do that?”

“Don’t worry about it. If you’d remembered, you would have apologized instead of hitting me. I really thought I was going to die back then. I thought we were getting closer, but I guess not. I wouldn’t even beat up my worst enemy like that…”

Heedo lowered his eyelashes and exhaled deeply. He wiped the nosebleed that hadn’t completely stopped with his casted hand and laughed emptily as he looked at the smeared blood. Woorak felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. Still, he maintained a clueless expression.

“The doctors said I would’ve been in serious trouble if I had arrived any later. He asked who hit me like this, and I said I fell down the stairs. What else could I say? What if they arrested Woorak if I told the truth? But he didn’t seem to believe me. He said the bones in my fingers were completely shattered. They did emergency surgery, but they said there could be aftereffects, so I’m worried. Woorak, are you listening?”

Woorak straightened his gradually drooping head. His eyes darted sideways, unable to meet Heedo’s gaze. Heedo, for no apparent reason, blew on his casted hands and continued.

“The scarier thing is that the finger isn’t the only problem. They said it’s a miracle my internal organs didn’t rupture, and whoever hit me wasn’t human… Woorak, are you listening? You seem like you don’t want to hear this. Is that not it? Then I’ll keep going. They wanted me to stay in the hospital longer, but I told them I had someone waiting for me. I’m worried about Woorak. That’s probably why I’m not healing better. Every night, the pain feels like my whole body is being rip apart…”

“Hyung, do you want me to help you wash up?”

He lost. It was like plucking his own feathers and jumping into a boiling pot, but he couldn’t stand it anymore. His heart was too soft to withstand this kind of psychological attack.

“Oh, you will?”

Heedo sprang up cheerfully, as if he’d never been depressed just a moment ago, and headed for the bathroom.

“You don’t want to do it, Woorak?”

Heedo stopped and looked at Woorak, who was standing still, his gaze fixed on the floor.

“No… that’s not it.”

You have a boner, you bastard. I knew something was up with the way you kept fidgeting when I was soaping you up before.

“Then why are you standing like that?”

Heedo took a step closer with a worried look, and Woorak’s stomach bumped against his erect penis.

“Aaack, this! Look at this! Back off a little.”

“Ah, this.”

Heedo said nonchalantly.

“Grown-ups always get like this when they wash up.”

What the…?

“That’s not true. I’m a grown-up too, and I don’t get like this.”

“Woorak, you always seemed to have a bit of a problem of that area. Like, your functions are a bit… lacking. Well, what can you do about age… Ah, is it too early to be talking about this kind of thing?”

What the…?

“Hyung. That sounds like an insult. Just because I don’t remember doesn’t mean you can make up stories. What are you talking about? I’m perfectly healthy.”

His jaw clenched so tight that he was practically speaking through his lips.

This bastard is ridiculous. You’re the pervert, why are you making me out to be some deficient man? 

Woorak snorted several times in disbelief, and Heedo laughed magnanimously and raised his hand.

“Okay, sorry. Hyung was just kidding. You know how manly and strong Woorak is. Right?”

He then patted Woorak’s butt as if to appease him. The last pat felt like a slight squeeze, so Woorak scowled at Heedo, who only he tilted his head with an innocent look. It was hard to say anything for certain, so Woorak reluctantly closed his mouth, feeling disgruntled. Then he suddenly felt something heavy placed in his right palm.

“We’ve been in the bathroom too long. Let’s wash up quickly and get out. Just wash this last part. Do it gently.”

Woorak looked back and forth between Heedo’s face and the penis in his hand. Heedo wore a rather brazen expression.

“You have to wash your important parts well. If you don’t wash here, it’ll smell. I want to wash, but I can’t, so I’d like Woorak to help me.”

Woorak started to cover his face with both hands, then stopped and rubbed his face with only his clean left hand. He needed to calm down; he felt on the verge of lashing out. 

Once his momentary impulse subsided, he thought Heedo’s words made some sense. If they were going to live together, he had to compromise. Woorak tossed the shower towel he was holding and slipped his fingers into the washcloth. 

Heedo tilted his head.

“Woorak, why are you doing that?”

* * *

“Hyung, aren’t you going to put that away?”

Heedo, his head buried between his raised knees, had his penis dangling out of his pants.

“What else am I supposed to do? It hurts when it rubs against my clothes. How can you wash… using a washcloth there…”

He sniffled as he took breaths between words.

“What’s so painful about it? It can happen when a child tries to clean you down there. It’s not even bleeding.”

“It is bleeding!”

Heedo lifted his head and glared at me with watery eyes. His eyes were red, his lips were red from how much he’d bitten them, and his long, dangling penis was also red, as if it were about to bleed.

“Then go upstairs. Are you going to do this in front of me? Is this good for a child’s emotional development? It’s disgusting.”

Heedo pouted sullenly.

“No, it’s not. Woorak always liked it. You said it’s big and pretty.”

‘Is this bastard fucking crazy? When did I ever…’

Even though he was staring right at him with wide eyes, it was a lie. However, Woorak couldn’t say it wasn’t true, so he ran his hand roughly through his hair in frustration. The stress had been building since they were in the bathroom.

“Hyung, are you looking down on me because I’m a child?”

“No…”

“Then why do you keep saying things that don’t make sense?”

“It’s not like that, it’s true…”

Woorak hissed at him to shut up, and Heedo flinched and shrank back into a corner. He kept opening and closing his mouth while glancing at Woorak, then, as if he’d worked up the courage, he asked cautiously,

“Um, but… how old is Woorak right now?”

Woorak realized his mistake and took his elbow off his crossed legs where he had propped it. Heedo kept getting on his nerves,  which was affecting the finesse his acting.

“Woorak is six years old.”

Despite saying it in a supposedly cute voice, Heedo just hunched his shoulders and hugged his knees tighter. Woorak heard him mutter, “I don’t think so.” Woorak crossed his legs and propped his elbow on them again, slouching his shoulders defiantly.

“Hyung, I told you I’m six, huh? How many times do I have to tell you? I’m six years ooooold.”

Heedo kept doubting him, so his voice grew louder.

“Uh, uh, okay. Hic.”

Heedo covered his mouth with his hand and hiccuped. 

What a pain in the ass. 

Annoyed, Woorak pulled the covers over his head and lay down. The muffled sound of Heedo’s sniffling made him vaguely think that the washcloth might have been a bit too much.

Yeah, well, no matter what I do, it can’t be worse than this bastard. 

Looking at Heedo with his lower half completely exposed, Woorak was once again struck by this thought.