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“I’m going to bed. Good night.”
“Okay. But if the kiss ghost comes and scares you, just come to my room. I’ll exorcise it for you.”
“What are you saying?! Quit teasing me!”
“As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters.”
He grinned mischievously, waved over his shoulder, and disappeared into his room.
God, he’s annoying.
I kind of wanted to bite him when he’s like that.
Once I saw the door to his room close, I turned around abruptly.
‘I can’t sleep…’
…Not that it mattered.
Even though I’d just snapped at Taehwan so dramatically, I really did feel like I was possessed by that kissing ghost.
Lying in the dark and staring up at the ceiling, the kissing scene came back to me even more vividly.
I couldn’t stop imagining it.
‘What would it feel like…?’
Just being face-to-face with someone I liked would probably make me incredibly happy.
But on top of that, to touch lips, to open my mouth, to even tangle tongues…
“…”
I swallowed hard.
My whole body felt hot.
Even though no one else was there, I felt so embarrassed I yanked the blanket over my face, then slowly pulled it down just under my eyes and clutched it tightly.
‘Someday… will I meet someone I love and be able to do that too…?’
I hope I can.
Maybe it was all those dirty thoughts before bed, but I ended up having a dirty dream.
A dream where I kissed someone.
Not just a peck, but a real kiss.
It was a dream, so it was just my imagination.
The sensations weren’t super vivid, but just being in that situation with someone made me feel really good.
More than the lips or tongues touching, what I liked most was the way a big hand—bigger than my face—gently stroked my hair and cheek.
It felt familiar and comforting, and I just wanted that moment to last.
But this person I was kissing—don’t tell me it was…
“Oh.”
Dreams always end right before the important part.
I cautiously opened my eyes, trying to figure out who it was, but I was already back in reality.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, I still couldn’t shake the dream.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just experienced.
A kissing dream, of all things…
“…Am I some kind of pervert…?”
He covered his face with both hands.
Thank God he didn’t have that dream at home.
If he had, he wouldn’t have been able to look his family in the eyes.
He didn’t even have his own room—he’d have had to sleep in the living room.
If he’d had that kind of dream there…
And if he’d made eye contact with his mom or sisters the moment he woke up?
Oh God. Just the thought of it made him want to curl up and disappear in shame.
But… maybe, if he tried to look at it positively, wasn’t this a sign he was becoming more of an adult?
The vague aversion he’d always had to kissing was gone now, after all.
No more thinking about kisses—time to be productive!
He had to spend today feeling bright and full of energy.
Determined to push away the embarrassment, he exaggeratedly threw off his blanket and sat up in bed.
But he couldn’t lower his feet to the floor.
Because he had discovered something… astonishing.
“Taehwan! Taehwan!!”
His mouth fell open and a voice, almost a scream, burst out on its own.
He called for his friend with a desperation that bordered on pathetic.
“What? What’s going on?”
Thank god.
For a second, he was worried he’d woken him up for no reason.
But Taehwan hadn’t been sleeping.
He’d come in like clockwork, opening the door, still wearing a black apron—probably in the middle of making breakfast.
With his broad frame, it shouldn’t have suited him, and yet, somehow, thanks to his good build, it looked strangely fitting.
Not that that was the point right now.
He beamed at Taehwan.
“I got hard!”
“…What?”
“Look!”
He pointed down at his lower half.
There, impressively, his member was pitching a tent against his underwear.
The moment Taehwan realized why he’d been called, his expression soured.
“Are you insane? You called me in here to brag about that?”
“Well, I mean, it is something to brag about! I thought I was gonna be impotent forever!”
Because he’d been paralyzed from the waist down.
Unlike most paraplegic patients, no amount of external stimulation had made him respond—not down there, anyway.
He thought he was permanently cut off from that part of adult life.
But now, just from having a dirty dream, he woke up like this?
It gave him hope.
Maybe he could still function like a man.
He couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from lifting.
While he was practically floating in joy, Taehwan just seemed dumbfounded.
With a heavy sigh, he turned to leave.
“Great. Not impotent. Congrats.”
“Wait! Don’t go!”
“What. Why.”
“What do I do about this? Will it go away on its own if I leave it?”
Getting hard was great.
The real problem was what came next.
He couldn’t let his mom see him like this.
And he definitely couldn’t go out to rehab training with this thing showing.
Even he knew he couldn’t just expose himself like that in public.
Though… when it came to Taehwan, well, he didn’t count.
Anyway, something had to be done, but it was the first time this had ever happened, so he had no idea how.
“Ah… that…”
He thought Taehwan would scoff and tell him what to do, but instead, his response was… odd.
He looked flustered, like he hadn’t expected the question at all, and rubbed at the corner of his mouth for no reason.
Then, without meeting his eyes, he mumbled,
“…Want me to take care of it for you?”
“…Huh?”
Now he was the one caught off guard.
True, Taehwan had helped him out with a lot of stuff down there before.
But this was… this was different.
Was this even something you could ask a friend to help with?
He didn’t even wear diapers anymore!
Still, Taehwan looked dead serious.
He untied his apron and walked toward him with purpose.
With someone that big approaching his lower half, it was hard not to feel threatened somehow.
He instinctively backed away.
“N-no, it’s fine! I’ll take care of it myself.”
“You said you didn’t know how. How are you going to do it yourself?”
“I’ll, um… look it up! On the internet or something…”
“Don’t mess around and end up hurting yourself. I’ll take care of it this time—next time, figure it out yourself.”
“W-wait—!”
Before he could resist, Taehwan grabbed him around the waist.
Like a sack of laundry, he was hauled away.
Their destination? Taehwan’s room, just across from his own.
He’d always refused to let him in there before, using one excuse or another.
Why now, of all times?
But even in the chaos, his eyes wandered around.
“So this is Taehwan’s room…”
He’d assumed it was a mess—why else would he hide it?
But no.
It was spotless.
So clean, it felt almost sterile.
Unlike his own room, which was cozy and full of cute touches, Taehwan’s room had only a bed and a desk.
Sure, he had a separate dressing room, but still…
To a stranger, it would look like he owned the house and Taehwan was just crashing here.
“I’m starting.”
But there wasn’t much time to keep looking.
Before he knew it, Taehwan had sat on the bed, placed him on top of his lap, and was reaching to pull down his pajamas and underwear.
At the last second, he caught his hands.
“W-wait! I said I’m not doing this!”
“What, you’re just going to stay like that all day?”
“Ugh…”
“Choose. You doing this, or not?”
He glanced around nervously.
Even in this absurd situation, his member remained stubbornly hard.
Maybe it was excited from finally getting to do something again.
He felt disgusting.
Like a pervert.
Humiliated.
He could never, ever let his mother see him like this.
She’d be disappointed for sure.
She probably only helped out here because it was a house full of guys she trusted.
He shut his eyes tight, steeled himself, and let go of Taehwan’s hands.
“I’ll do it…”
“Alright.”
“What do I do?”
“Nothing. Just stay still.”
“…Okay.”
He obediently let himself be positioned.
Taehwan shifted him securely on his lap and slid down his pajamas and underwear.
His lower body was suddenly exposed and cool.
…He’d been in this position countless times at the hospital, so why was this different?
His head was spinning with nerves.
“Don’t tense up. It’s no big deal.”
“Okay…”
Right. It wasn’t a big deal.
This guy had changed his diapers, dressed him, done everything many times already.
Being awkward now was just weird.
He focused on his breathing.
His racing heart slowly calmed.
Taehwan pumped a generous amount of lotion onto his palm and rubbed it in.
Then, with those hands, he reached for him.
“Ah…”
His hands were big—big enough to completely wrap around him.
The roughness from calluses made it slightly coarse, but also incredibly warm… and firm in a good way.
His hips kept twitching.
His head spun.
He was just being held, but…
Why did it feel like this?
Why did it feel good, even though it was Taehwan?
The unfamiliar pleasure left him confused, but not entirely unwilling.
He even caught himself wishing for more.
Then, Taehwan’s thumb brushed over the tip.
His chest, which had just calmed, heaved again.
“Haah… ah, ah… there…”
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