It's Just A Picture (BL)
Chapter 47: Seojun, I’ll place Seojin in the bed first

Chapter 47: Seojun, I’ll place Seojin in the bed first

I massaged my forehead with my eyes closed, still feeling confused. What was that 180-degree turnaround in character? I still couldn’t get it.

’Is there such a thing as having a second personality when sick?’ I thought to myself. ’And that kiss...’ I instinctively touched my lips. ’Was kissing your caretaker a part of the second personality they got when sick? I can’t understand them.’ I opened my eyes. ’Maybe this is normal. They hardly fall sick so this just be the catch for getting sick once in a few years. So I shouldn’t blame them, right?’

I stared at the two who were in front of me, humbly kneeling as a punishment for their actions.

This was harsh, I know and they were both sick. But if they had the strength to argue like that in front of me, then they certainly had the strength to kneel and get their head straight while I tried to understand the situation.

But not for too long, though. I was already feeling guilty having to make them kneel but sometimes ones gotta be a little bit harsh in order to get results.

Seojin still hadn’t taken his meds so he would likely collapse in the next five minutes.

’This should be enough.’ I thought to myself. ’They’ve both calmed down so I’m sure it’s okay now.’

"Sorry, Hyung." Seojun apologized first. "It was so childish of me to fight like that."

"Yes, we’re sorry, Hyung. I won’t try to force you if you don’t wanna do it again."

He was referring to the kiss. Well, if they had repented this much. It was definitely okay to let them stand.

’Gosh, I’ve been through a lot today. How can sick people do this? They don’t stress anyone when they’re healthy but when sick, they can be such a workload. I hope this is the last time.’ I thought, but thinking back at it, it was kind of cute.

They always acted pure and obedient, even if they did have their stubborn moments. They seemed too perfect and too much of an impossibility with their actions and how calm they always seemed to be...

So seeing them bicker and fight like the average person... I was glad that they were indeed humans.

"Hyung," Seojun called and I remembered I hadn’t released them from their punishment yet. "My knees are starting to hurt." My eyes widened seeing the glistening tears at the edge of his eyelids and I went into a flustered frenzy.

"Oh no, I’m so sorry." I rushed to help him up. "Does it hurt that badly? I shouldn’t have made you kneel in the first place. Please forgive me."

"It’s okay, Hyung. It was our fault." Seojun said and I helped him to sit on the bed.

I went to Seojin. He had his head down and I could hear the brisk wheeze of his breath. He wasn’t feeling okay.

Maybe I went too far this time.

I helped him up and he leaned on me.

"Hyung," he called, and I noted the cold sweat rolling seeping out of every pore in his body. "I feel cold."

Yet his temperature was the same as Seojun’s when I met him at the door. Ugh, what did I waste so much time doing?

At that moment, I heard Seojin’s stomach growl and he gave an awkward laugh.

"I feel so embarrassed. I went straight to the hospital after the shoot so I didn’t have time to grab dinner." He said but I honestly just felt bad for him.

He probably went out to get medication for himself and his brother.

"It’s okay. I’ll go to the kitchen and hurry back." I said and he nodded.

I looked at Seojun who was already lying on his bed. He hadn’t recovered his health fully, and his temperature wasn’t back to normal yet, but he was far better than his brother at this point.

"Seojun, I’ll place Seojin on your bed first," I said, and Seojun cooperated by shifting to the other end. "Thank you." I said and started covering him with the blankets. "Can you look over him for me? Help him take his meds while I heat the rest of the porridge from the fridge."

"Alright, Hyung."

Luckily, he was understanding. Unlike their earlier bickering, it seemed they didn’t have a problem anymore.

I went to the kitchen to heat the porridge and while waiting, I touched my lips. My body seemed to have overwritten a certain fear and instead of shuddering at the thought of sex, I was actually shivering in excitement.

What in the world did the twins do to me?

No, they didn’t do anything. It was just a kiss. Just a wet and sultry kiss. Ngh, just the thought of it made me tingle down there.

I wanted to touch it. I wanted to...

*Ding* came the sound of the microwave.

I quickly snapped out of it and shook my head.

Something must be wrong with my head somewhere.

"Get it together." I hissed.

But... There was indeed something bothering me. The twins... Were they gay?

Even if it was just a delusion, even if it was just a dream, I doubt anyone would find pleasure in what they find disgusting in real life.

Or could it be that I was the one reading it in the wrong way all along? Could it be that the twins were, in fact, gay?

They said they didn’t have girlfriends so could I assume that it was because they didn’t like girls but were rather interested in guys?

No, even if they did, it didn’t necessarily mean that they would want to fuck any guy they meant. And I... I don’t believe they would have such thoughts about me simply because they were gay. Then... Was it true what they said about liking me?

I gulped.

My head was in the mud again. Here I was, thinking of absurd things. I was better off walking a plank with these thoughts and never letting them be known to a single soul.

But would my secret still be safe even after being pushed to the bottom of the sea?

The fishes would eat me up, learn my secret from the memories left in my body and tell it to another. The other would tell it to another and that other would tell it to a clam. That clam would float to the shore and tell it to a snail. That snail would die, but its memories would be left in the shell.

And once a human picks up the shell to listen to the melody of the sea, they would hear my secret. That human would tell another human till my secret spreads out to the world.

Aye, my thoughts were in shambles, and my imagination went to the next level, but it was my paranoia acting up.

But the interpretation of that was simple. I didn’t want my secret to be my secret. Have you ever heard of an open secret? Yes, that was what I wanted.

It’s complicated, I know. But my thoughts were killing me, hoping I would at least get the answers that refused to show themselves with time. Hoping that I would at least get something for myself, a person to stand by me and love me.

If one of them hated me, the other would love me, right?

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