I Called Him Pretty… And He Confessed Right After

“Ah…….”

Haeyoon opened his eyes, feeling an ache throughout his body as if he had been beaten all night, and let out an involuntary gasp.

The handsome face of the deeply sleeping Baek Jeongha was right before his nose.

Startled, Haeyoon tried to pull back, but feeling Jeongha’s arm around his waist, he relaxed.

He didn’t want to move unnecessarily and wake him.

Instead, Haeyoon quietly held his breath and stared blankly at Jeongha’s face.

It was the first time he had calmly admired his face from this close.

The feeling of secretly peeping at a sleeping person was a bit strange, but he couldn’t take his eyes off him.

‘He’s handsome….’

After inwardly admiring him, Haeyoon let out a silent laugh.

He had shamelessly used Baek Jeongha last night, and the first thought he had in the morning was ‘he’s handsome.’

Was it okay to be this relaxed?

But he couldn’t help his natural feelings.

In this moment, Haeyoon felt a surprising sense of stability.

There was no regret, no confusion.

Jeongha, who had taken his selfishly offered hand without a moment’s hesitation, asking to be used, was simply lovable.

That was it.

Haeyoon found Baek Jeongha lovable.

The world had acted so shrewd and selfish, yet now spared no effort for Haeyoon—he was grateful, affectionate, and pretty.

Was it right to hurt Baek Jeongha because of people like Oh Jaeyeol and Ahn Seonwoo?

Was it right to ignore his increasingly clear feelings and run away?

Shouldn’t he give up on being happy just because he was hurt?

These thoughts rippled like gentle waves over Haeyoon’s heart.

“Hmm….”

After staring at Jeongha for a long time, Haeyoon cautiously reached out a hand toward him.

There was no particular reason why he had to, but today, he wanted to touch Jeongha’s face, which was as handsome as a painting.

It was an unfamiliar impulse.

The tip of his trembling finger carefully touched Jeongha’s eyebrow.

Feeling the prominent bone beneath the thick brow, his fingertip throbbed as if it had a heart.

He was aware that he was doing something perverted to a sleeping person, and a faint guilt arose, but he couldn’t seem to stop.

Hesitating, Haeyoon slowly moved his hand down, very carefully stroking Jeongha’s cheek, and then down to his mouth.

He couldn’t bring himself to touch his lips, so he was gently tracing the corner of his mouth when he wondered what he was doing and tried to pull his hand away.

“Ah…!”

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his wrist, and Haeyoon gasped.

Jeongha, who had definitely had his eyes closed until a moment ago, was looking at him with a face full of smiles.

“Oh, when did you wake up?”

Haeyoon asked, blinking rapidly.

His heart pounded like a child caught doing something naughty.

‘He couldn’t have been awake from the beginning, right?’ As soon as he thought it, Jeongha spoke.

“From when you were feeling my eyebrows, hyung.”

Haeyoon bit his lip.

The word ‘feeling’ sounded suspicious, but he couldn’t exactly deny it.

It was true he had been tracing them.

“Well… uh… sorry.”

His mind blank from the shock, Haeyoon slightly lowered his head, avoiding Jeongha’s gaze, and apologized.

Then Jeongha quickly put his fingertip under Haeyoon’s chin, lifted it so their eyes met, and spoke.

“I didn’t want an apology.

Why did you do it?”

“Huh?”

“Staring at a sleeping person’s face so intently, huh?

And touching them.”

As if being touched by someone while asleep was such a joyful thing, Jeongha looked very pleased.

Not knowing what to say, Haeyoon hesitated, and Jeongha kept talking in an excited voice.

“Why did you want to touch someone else’s face?

Hmm, am I that handsome?”

“No!”

Haeyoon, who had been hesitating, mumbling until now, suddenly raised his voice, and Jeongha blinked with his mouth open.

Looking at that face, Haeyoon opened his mouth too.

If he had to say who was more flustered, it was Haeyoon.

He was shocked because the question hit too close to home, but since he hadn’t intended to deny it so firmly, he was even more flustered.

“Wow, so blatantly?”

“No, Jeongha, that’s not it….”

“Am I ugly?

I’ve never been called ugly in my life?”

Jeongha’s reaction was clearly teasing.

It was fortunate he wasn’t offended, but that didn’t make the embarrassment go away.

“I’m going to wash up first.”

In the end, Haeyoon chose to run away.

But the opponent wasn’t so easy.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Haeyoon, who had half risen, was pulled by Jeongha’s hand and flopped back onto the bed.

Jeongha, holding Haeyoon’s waist tightly, shoved his face right in front of his nose and continued.

“Answer me.

Am I really ugly?

Really?”

Knowing full well he couldn’t be ugly, and clearly guessing what Haeyoon had been thinking when he touched his face, he teased him.

Jeongha’s behavior was both annoying and cute, and Haeyoon thought he was really far gone.

Since it had come to this, Haeyoon kept his mouth shut and admired Jeongha’s face a little more.

Even though they had grown close and were now even having s*x, there weren’t many opportunities to admire his face this closely.

The embarrassment he had just felt slowly subsided, replaced by a different kind of excitement.

It was the same palpitation that had subtly lingered inside Haeyoon whenever he faced Baek Jeongha from some point on.

Not knowing what tidal wave was coming from afar, Haeyoon finally spoke to Jeongha, who was just grinning.

“You’re not ugly.”

“……?”

“Pretty.”

For a moment, silence fell.

Caught off guard, Jeongha couldn’t even breathe properly.

When he finally answered with a strange sound, “Eh…?”, Haeyoon quickly added.

“I said you’re pretty.”

“Not handsome?”

This time, Jeongha was so surprised he just said anything.

He had started teasing because he found Haeyoon cute, and also because he thought it would be nice to hear a compliment.

If Haeyoon had admitted he was handsome as intended, he would have been overjoyed, but he wouldn’t have been this flustered.

But ‘pretty’?

Not even ‘cool’, but ‘pretty’?

It was a compliment he had never heard in his life, and coming from Haeyoon, Jeongha literally froze.

Now it was Haeyoon who had a playful expression.

“You’re handsome, but also pretty.

You didn’t know?”

“Ah….”

“You’re really pretty, Jeongha.”

In that moment, Haeyoon felt a flower bloom on Jeongha’s face.

That couldn’t actually be the case, but his face, clearly showing the excitement he felt, was truly as lovely as a flower.

While Haeyoon was savoring this ecstatic feeling, Jeongha, as if trying to calm his emotions, lowered his gaze slightly, caught his breath, then moved closer to Haeyoon and spoke.

“The pretty one isn’t me, it’s you, hyung.”

Haeyoon firmly shook his head.

“No.

The one who’s really pretty is you, Jeongha.”

Baek Jeongha was not flustered by the same thing twice.

Curving his long eyes into a beautiful smile, Jeongha whispered.

“Then, since I’m pretty, can I kiss you?”

“…….”

“You won’t, even though I’m this pretty?”

With a small premonition that he might never be able to win against Baek Jeongha in words, Haeyoon closed his eyes.

Soon, a hot breath filled his lips.

The tip of Jeongha’s tongue, tracing the line of Haeyoon’s lips, naturally slipped into the gap between them.

Haeyoon did not refuse him but opened his mouth.

The sensation of the soft flesh gently pushing inside gave him a thrill.

Jeongha tilted his head slightly, pressing their lips deeper together, while his hand traced up Haeyoon’s spine, feeling his back.

Since he had fallen asleep naked, the touch on his bare skin drew a soft moan from deep in Haeyoon’s throat.

Haeyoon’s sound immediately became a catalyst.

Jeongha pressed his body closer, rummaging through Haeyoon’s mouth a little more roughly.

His excitement flowed directly into Haeyoon through the delicate skin inside his mouth.

The kiss, shared in the warm morning sunlight with their naked bodies, gave a different kind of intimacy than the excited, tangled s*x.

Forgetting their shame, they sucked on each other’s tongues, swallowed each other’s saliva, and shared their breath for a long time.

“…….”

And when their lips finally parted, Jeongha stared blankly at Haeyoon’s flushed, gasping face.

Just looking at him was overwhelming.

Wasn’t there a saying that love and a cough can’t be hidden?

Finally feeling the truth of the words he would have once scoffed at, Jeongha opened his mouth.

“…I like you.”

It was a feeling he could no longer hide.

He had held back and held back, not wanting to burden Haeyoon, not wanting his feelings to become a source of fear for him, but now he had reached his limit.

A feeling so big that he couldn’t bear it without expressing it was also a first for Baek Jeongha.

He had no strength left to contain this tidal wave of emotion he had embraced without any immunity.

Anxiety washed over him, not knowing how Haeyoon would accept the feelings he had finally confessed.

Jeongha had never run away in his life, but for the first time, he felt the urge to flee.

If his confession returned as a source of trouble for Haeyoon, it would probably hurt, just a little.

But instead of running away cowardly, Jeongha faced the color of his own confession seeping into Haeyoon’s eyes.

It was Seo Haeyoon who had been struck by lightning this time.

He had proudly said he would wait, not force anything, so Haeyoon could comfortably use him, and then he had suddenly confessed, so Haeyoon must be flustered too.

In this situation, Baek Jeongha couldn’t dare run away.