Chapter 46
With a flash, the surroundings blurred, and they arrived at the dormitory. Although the structure was the same, it wasn't the room Tae-un had stayed in for two months. This place was more messily disorganized.
"I'm leaving."
"Oh, thank y- ugh..."
"It's fine. Don't say it."
Min-ki, who had moved them here, disappeared immediately through teleportation as if his business was done. Then, only two people were left in the room, disheveled and sweaty, exhaling heavily. Soram's hand slid off Tae-un's wrist.
"Huff, haa, out of breath, it's hot..."
"Haa, what is this, ha, all of a sudden?"
"Ah, wait a moment, phew, let me catch my breath, I really pushed myself at the end after a long time..."
Soram leaned on the side table next to the sofa, stood up, and gulped down the water placed there straight from the bottle. That natural action made it even more certain that this was Soram's dormitory. Tae-un, who had barely regained his dizzy vision, saw a peaceful view outside the window as if the intense battle just now had been a lie.
He didn't know what Soram was thinking when he caused this incident, but the match ended anticlimactically. The tension in his body, which had been tightly strained, suddenly loosened, and Tae-un also had to half-sit on the living room table.
"Ugh, ah, this migraine is no joke."
Soram, who had pressed his temples tightly, stood up again. He had taken off his outer clothes and thrown them aside, and his shirt was sticking to his body due to the soaked sweat. His hair was also clinging to his forehead and cheeks here and there. His expression after finishing the intense fight and losing strength was dazed.
Han Tae-un's gaze unconsciously went to the long neckline and the collarbone revealed inside the shirt. Perhaps because he had spilled water while drinking, from his chin to his chest, the clothes couldn't perform their function and almost exposed his body. Even when he wore a straitjacket before, Tae-un had thought that his neck area was all slender.
"Han Tae-un ssi."
"...Yes."
Tae-un answered, still breathing heavily. His heart also showed no signs of settling down, just like his breathing.
Soram staggered and walked in front of Tae-un. He brushed back his wet hair and loosened his disheveled tie. Tae-un noticed that Soram's lips also looked redder than usual, perhaps because he had chewed on them several times during the match.
"It's up."
And those lips said something. Up? What's up? I'm sitting down.
Soram's fingertips tapped Tae-un's belt. Tae-un lowered his gaze in that direction. The black suit pants were bulging in a shape different from what he knew. His right thigh was completely...
"..."
And Soram had anticipated this situation in advance.
When using energy to the limit, adrenaline is bound to be secreted like a fountain. The exhilaration of a 1st-grade hunter using a force far beyond their limit for the first time is indescribable. It was a state of extreme, extreme runner's high, where pleasure is felt at some point while running out of breath. It's an overflow of excitement that can't control the blood circulating rapidly throughout the body.
And when men experience excessive excitement, there is a physical reaction that occurs. The younger they are, the more prominent it is...
It was something that Jin Soram had experienced, and Seo Min-ki had experienced as well. Even if he regressed, only his mind matured, but his body was eighteen years old, so it happened every time he first drew out his power.
Soram thought that he had done a very good job of ending it before pushing further.
From what he had briefly seen just now, Tae-un's thing, oh my, that size, if their battle speed had been a little slower, it would have been captured by the camera one hundred percent. It was a volume that didn't even make him curious to double-check if what he saw was true. He could bet his one-hour nap that there must have been a partner who ran away after seeing that during a relationship.
Soram's mouth, which was about to say that Tae-un should be grateful that he had saved him and go back to his room to take care of it, was blocked when he saw Tae-un's face.
His face was flushed bright red. From his forehead to his neck, it was the color of a sun-ripened apple that had completely missed the harvest season. It was about to turn black from being overcooked, not just red.
"...Han Tae-un ssi?"
"Ah, no, it's not!"
Han Tae-un abruptly stood up from his seat and stepped back in surprise as if hundreds of airplanes had charged at him.
"This, no, I'm... That, that kind of..."
"Huh?"
"It's really not!"
"What, what is it...?"
"I..."
"Yes."
"..."
Han Tae-un's language, which had been spitting out refined, stiff words for simple business, broke down. Breathing even more heavily than at the arena, he hurriedly turned his body around.
Bang!
He pulled the door connected to the next room as if ripping it off and went into his own room, slamming the door shut again. He moved quickly, as if being chased, even in his own room.
About 10 seconds after the door closed, the hinge made a final creaking sound and fell off. There, the door was dangling from the last remaining screw. As far as Soram remembered, he had locked that door.
When he went to check, the lock was also completely ruined. Soram propped the door, which was barely holding on like the last leaf and finally snapped off, against the doorframe.
Pressing his ear against the door, he heard the sound of the shower water pouring down.
"I didn't mean it in the sense of pouring cold water to calm it down..."
He had said it with the thought of letting Tae-un enjoy it alone since they had an intense workout. Soram, who shone as the overwhelming number one in the headquarters' written apology records, couldn't possibly say, "Oh, how could you do that in a sacred training session!" ... Soram just intended to tease him, saying, "Oh my, Han Tae-un ssi. You must have gotten really excited while swinging your sword at me." ... Well, come to think of it, that's a bit much too.
Even Soram, who rarely engaged in self-reflection, felt a twinge of conscience when he thought of Tae-un, who had run away in embarrassment. His face turning bright red, unable to speak properly, and turning around to flee.
Since Soram also needed a shower, he headed to his own bathroom while scratching the back of his head. Behind the stinging conscience, a feeling similar to guilt came to him.
When Soram finished washing up, dried his hair with a hair dryer, and returned, the sound of water had stopped. He stood in front of the broken door again.
Well... don't people see everything in places like public baths and giggle among friends, saying, "Yours is big"? Don't friends in the countryside take off their tops and wash their hair together in the river? I don't think I committed a mortal sin.
However, Soram eventually poked his head through the door.
"Han Tae-un ssi..."
"Eek!"
At the end of his gaze, looking around to see if anyone was there, Tae-un appeared, wearing only training shorts and a towel on his head. As soon as Tae-un saw Soram, he gripped the cell phone he was looking at and stepped back. The muscles evenly distributed on his upper body all twitched and rose.
It was that feeling again. The feeling of being a bad person who had teased the innocent Han Tae-un.
"Jin, Soram ssi."
"...Yes."
"..."
Han Tae-un soon approached Soram's face through the crack in the door with a determined expression.
"When you move intensely, ad-adrenaline is released from the body. It happens to athletes or idol singers who sometimes get excited on stage, and I think it's a similar situation. Here, according to a response from a current doctor."
Tae-un, who spoke in a robotic, choppy manner, held out the screen he was looking at in front of Soram. It was an answer from a person with a profile picture wearing a doctor's gown on what appeared to be a Q&A platform.
"Oh, yes, I know. It's not like Min-ki and I haven't experienced it when our mock training got intense. That's why I brought you out, Han Tae-un ssi."
"...Ah."
"I thought it would naturally happen to you, Han Tae-un ssi, since it's your first time properly using 1st-grade power. There are even people who capture videos and write posts about it being inappropriate on the internet. That's a bit... very unpleasant, isn't it?"
"Yes... You're, right."
"Right. Exactly..."
Tae-un's expression became as if he had been hit on the head with a hammer. Soram slyly removed his hand from the door, with which he had committed a sin... no, teased Tae-un a moment ago. And he awkwardly tapped the floor with the tip of his foot.
"Well... I'm sorry. I think my idea of acceptable jokes and yours were different, Han Tae-un ssi. I thought I could casually mention getting an erection among people of the same gender..."
"No, it's not that. If it were such a situation, I would have naturally told a junior hunter as well. What surprised me was... I mean, I thought you misunderstood it in a different way."
"What different way is there to misunderstand? Did you see something erotic in that situation?"
"..."
"...Don't make a scary face since it's not true. Ah, if you don't like me making jokes at this level, just tell me now. So I won't do it in the future."
"No, it's fine. As long as you don't do it in front of Ayoung."
"I really try my best to be a good adult in front of Ayoung."
"I understand the 'adult' part, but 'good'..."
"Why? Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, I don't."
Han Tae-un's way of speaking had already returned to normal. Whatever it was, it seemed that his embarrassment, which had made him break the door and run away, had subsided a little. Tae-un moved the broken door to the side for Soram, who was poking his head through the crack.
"If you're going to come in, come in. The door... I'll fix it within a few days."
"You should. You completely wrecked it."
Soram entered Tae-un's room for the first time.
Chapter 46
With a flash, the surroundings blurred, and they arrived at the dormitory. Although the structure was the same, it wasn't the room Tae-un had stayed in for two months. This place was more messily disorganized.
"I'm leaving."
"Oh, thank y- ugh..."
"It's fine. Don't say it."
Min-ki, who had moved them here, disappeared immediately through teleportation as if his business was done. Then, only two people were left in the room, disheveled and sweaty, exhaling heavily. Soram's hand slid off Tae-un's wrist.
"Huff, haa, out of breath, it's hot..."
"Haa, what is this, ha, all of a sudden?"
"Ah, wait a moment, phew, let me catch my breath, I really pushed myself at the end after a long time..."
Soram leaned on the side table next to the sofa, stood up, and gulped down the water placed there straight from the bottle. That natural action made it even more certain that this was Soram's dormitory. Tae-un, who had barely regained his dizzy vision, saw a peaceful view outside the window as if the intense battle just now had been a lie.
He didn't know what Soram was thinking when he caused this incident, but the match ended anticlimactically. The tension in his body, which had been tightly strained, suddenly loosened, and Tae-un also had to half-sit on the living room table.
"Ugh, ah, this migraine is no joke."
Soram, who had pressed his temples tightly, stood up again. He had taken off his outer clothes and thrown them aside, and his shirt was sticking to his body due to the soaked sweat. His hair was also clinging to his forehead and cheeks here and there. His expression after finishing the intense fight and losing strength was dazed.
Han Tae-un's gaze unconsciously went to the long neckline and the collarbone revealed inside the shirt. Perhaps because he had spilled water while drinking, from his chin to his chest, the clothes couldn't perform their function and almost exposed his body. Even when he wore a straitjacket before, Tae-un had thought that his neck area was all slender.
"Han Tae-un ssi."
"...Yes."
Tae-un answered, still breathing heavily. His heart also showed no signs of settling down, just like his breathing.
Soram staggered and walked in front of Tae-un. He brushed back his wet hair and loosened his disheveled tie. Tae-un noticed that Soram's lips also looked redder than usual, perhaps because he had chewed on them several times during the match.
"It's up."
And those lips said something. Up? What's up? I'm sitting down.
Soram's fingertips tapped Tae-un's belt. Tae-un lowered his gaze in that direction. The black suit pants were bulging in a shape different from what he knew. His right thigh was completely...
"..."
And Soram had anticipated this situation in advance.
When using energy to the limit, adrenaline is bound to be secreted like a fountain. The exhilaration of a 1st-grade hunter using a force far beyond their limit for the first time is indescribable. It was a state of extreme, extreme runner's high, where pleasure is felt at some point while running out of breath. It's an overflow of excitement that can't control the blood circulating rapidly throughout the body.
And when men experience excessive excitement, there is a physical reaction that occurs. The younger they are, the more prominent it is...
It was something that Jin Soram had experienced, and Seo Min-ki had experienced as well. Even if he regressed, only his mind matured, but his body was eighteen years old, so it happened every time he first drew out his power.
Soram thought that he had done a very good job of ending it before pushing further.
From what he had briefly seen just now, Tae-un's thing, oh my, that size, if their battle speed had been a little slower, it would have been captured by the camera one hundred percent. It was a volume that didn't even make him curious to double-check if what he saw was true. He could bet his one-hour nap that there must have been a partner who ran away after seeing that during a relationship.
Soram's mouth, which was about to say that Tae-un should be grateful that he had saved him and go back to his room to take care of it, was blocked when he saw Tae-un's face.
His face was flushed bright red. From his forehead to his neck, it was the color of a sun-ripened apple that had completely missed the harvest season. It was about to turn black from being overcooked, not just red.
"...Han Tae-un ssi?"
"Ah, no, it's not!"
Han Tae-un abruptly stood up from his seat and stepped back in surprise as if hundreds of airplanes had charged at him.
"This, no, I'm... That, that kind of..."
"Huh?"
"It's really not!"
"What, what is it...?"
"I..."
"Yes."
"..."
Han Tae-un's language, which had been spitting out refined, stiff words for simple business, broke down. Breathing even more heavily than at the arena, he hurriedly turned his body around.
Bang!
He pulled the door connected to the next room as if ripping it off and went into his own room, slamming the door shut again. He moved quickly, as if being chased, even in his own room.
About 10 seconds after the door closed, the hinge made a final creaking sound and fell off. There, the door was dangling from the last remaining screw. As far as Soram remembered, he had locked that door.
When he went to check, the lock was also completely ruined. Soram propped the door, which was barely holding on like the last leaf and finally snapped off, against the doorframe.
Pressing his ear against the door, he heard the sound of the shower water pouring down.
"I didn't mean it in the sense of pouring cold water to calm it down..."
He had said it with the thought of letting Tae-un enjoy it alone since they had an intense workout. Soram, who shone as the overwhelming number one in the headquarters' written apology records, couldn't possibly say, "Oh, how could you do that in a sacred training session!" ... Soram just intended to tease him, saying, "Oh my, Han Tae-un ssi. You must have gotten really excited while swinging your sword at me." ... Well, come to think of it, that's a bit much too.
Even Soram, who rarely engaged in self-reflection, felt a twinge of conscience when he thought of Tae-un, who had run away in embarrassment. His face turning bright red, unable to speak properly, and turning around to flee.
Since Soram also needed a shower, he headed to his own bathroom while scratching the back of his head. Behind the stinging conscience, a feeling similar to guilt came to him.
When Soram finished washing up, dried his hair with a hair dryer, and returned, the sound of water had stopped. He stood in front of the broken door again.
Well... don't people see everything in places like public baths and giggle among friends, saying, "Yours is big"? Don't friends in the countryside take off their tops and wash their hair together in the river? I don't think I committed a mortal sin.
However, Soram eventually poked his head through the door.
"Han Tae-un ssi..."
"Eek!"
At the end of his gaze, looking around to see if anyone was there, Tae-un appeared, wearing only training shorts and a towel on his head. As soon as Tae-un saw Soram, he gripped the cell phone he was looking at and stepped back. The muscles evenly distributed on his upper body all twitched and rose.
It was that feeling again. The feeling of being a bad person who had teased the innocent Han Tae-un.
"Jin, Soram ssi."
"...Yes."
"..."
Han Tae-un soon approached Soram's face through the crack in the door with a determined expression.
"When you move intensely, ad-adrenaline is released from the body. It happens to athletes or idol singers who sometimes get excited on stage, and I think it's a similar situation. Here, according to a response from a current doctor."
Tae-un, who spoke in a robotic, choppy manner, held out the screen he was looking at in front of Soram. It was an answer from a person with a profile picture wearing a doctor's gown on what appeared to be a Q&A platform.
"Oh, yes, I know. It's not like Min-ki and I haven't experienced it when our mock training got intense. That's why I brought you out, Han Tae-un ssi."
"...Ah."
"I thought it would naturally happen to you, Han Tae-un ssi, since it's your first time properly using 1st-grade power. There are even people who capture videos and write posts about it being inappropriate on the internet. That's a bit... very unpleasant, isn't it?"
"Yes... You're, right."
"Right. Exactly..."
Tae-un's expression became as if he had been hit on the head with a hammer. Soram slyly removed his hand from the door, with which he had committed a sin... no, teased Tae-un a moment ago. And he awkwardly tapped the floor with the tip of his foot.
"Well... I'm sorry. I think my idea of acceptable jokes and yours were different, Han Tae-un ssi. I thought I could casually mention getting an erection among people of the same gender..."
"No, it's not that. If it were such a situation, I would have naturally told a junior hunter as well. What surprised me was... I mean, I thought you misunderstood it in a different way."
"What different way is there to misunderstand? Did you see something erotic in that situation?"
"..."
"...Don't make a scary face since it's not true. Ah, if you don't like me making jokes at this level, just tell me now. So I won't do it in the future."
"No, it's fine. As long as you don't do it in front of Ayoung."
"I really try my best to be a good adult in front of Ayoung."
"I understand the 'adult' part, but 'good'..."
"Why? Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, I don't."
Han Tae-un's way of speaking had already returned to normal. Whatever it was, it seemed that his embarrassment, which had made him break the door and run away, had subsided a little. Tae-un moved the broken door to the side for Soram, who was poking his head through the crack.
"If you're going to come in, come in. The door... I'll fix it within a few days."
"You should. You completely wrecked it."
Soram entered Tae-un's room for the first time.
