A case of Transmigrating as a Sick Villain chapter 110

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Jinwoo hadn’t been this anxious before, but ever since Jeong Sanho appeared, he had become extremely cautious around Jingyeom.

After all, Jeong Sanho was the person who knew Baek Jingyeom best, other than himself.

More than that, the position of being Jingyeom’s younger brother, which Jinwoo had thought was perfect for maintaining their relationship, was now starting to feel like a shackle holding him back.

If only he had remained ignorant of his feelings.

But with those around him constantly provoking him, he had finally become fully aware of his emotions, and that realization left him feeling confused.

In the past, he had wished for Jingyeom to stay by his side.

But he had also resolved that if a truly good person came into Jingyeom’s life, he would gladly wish him happiness.

He had wanted Jingyeom to meet someone decent, not some random jerk, someone who could take care of him and let him live comfortably without having to work.

He had believed that was the path to Jingyeom’s happiness.

But now, everything was different.

Jinwoo was overwhelmed by a possessiveness that rose unbidden, and all he wanted was to be the only person by Jingyeom’s side.

The emotions he had long kept suppressed came crashing down today, after seeing Soohyuk and Jingyeom together.

Now, he knew he couldn’t hide it anymore.

The pride he had once held like an unbending bamboo had finally snapped.

Jinwoo no longer planned to conceal his feelings.

He wanted to reveal them, slowly, in a way that Jingyeom could understand and accept.

While Jinwoo was in the living room, fully acknowledging his feelings, Jingyeom, in the bathroom, was reflecting on the events of the day.

Under the warm spray of the shower, Jingyeom absentmindedly rubbed a body wash-covered shower ball against his skin, without even thinking to lather it up.

Suddenly, he snapped out of it, realizing that he was scrubbing his skin with a scratchy, soapless shower ball.

“…Ha.”

Even though he didn’t want to, a sigh escaped him.

Earlier, when Soohyuk had mentioned the watch at the beach, Jingyeom had instinctively hidden his left wrist behind his back.

It was too obvious for Soohyuk not to notice, but at least the watch hadn’t sent out any warnings.

That was a relief.

Lately, with so much happening, his heart seemed to have become more resilient, beating less wildly than before.

Otherwise, Soohyuk would have noticed how hard it was pounding.

The surprise of Soohyuk’s sudden actions wasn’t the only reason for it—Jingyeom had also felt an unfamiliar emotion for the first time.

Soohyuk had touched him countless times before, but something about it felt distinctly different now.

He found himself hyper-aware of Soohyuk’s every move, paying close attention to his words and actions.

“…How am I supposed to interpret this?”

Muttering to himself in a low voice, Jingyeom furrowed his brow and angrily threw the shower ball to the floor.

“I’m not the only one responsible for keeping things under control! If he keeps acting like this, even someone who didn’t feel anything might start to develop feelings!”

Jingyeom knew he needed to harden his resolve even more.

If not, there was a real danger that he might end up falling for Soohyuk completely.

Still fuming, Jingyeom picked up the shower ball and continued scrubbing himself.

When he washed his hair, he pressed down firmly with his fingertips, and even his toothbrushing was more vigorous than usual.

It was as though he was trying to cleanse his mind of all the cluttered thoughts.

After finishing his shower, Jingyeom walked out, exhausted, and immediately locked eyes with Jinwoo, who was leaning against the sink drawer.

“What are you doing there?”

“…Just sitting. I’ll dry your hair for you.”

“No, I can do it myself. You must be tired. Go take a shower.”

“Even if I’m tired, I still have the energy to dry your hair.”

Jingyeom had become much more self-aware of his body and was careful with his actions now.

He no longer needed Jinwoo’s care in his daily life.

His surgical wounds had healed without complications, and as long as he continued to take his medication and follow his diet and exercise regimen, there shouldn’t be any major issues.

Even though he was fully recovered and capable of living his life without assistance, Jinwoo still insisted on drying his hair.

It had become a habit after doing it for so long while Jingyeom was recovering.

“Come here.”

Jinwoo had already pulled out the hairdryer and was patting the spot in front of him.

After a moment of hesitation, Jingyeom sat down.

As he slightly lowered his head, his exposed neck turned a flushed shade of red.

Jingyeom’s skin was red all over, both from the long shower and the rough scrubbing.

The intense body wash scent clung to him, so strong that it filled the entire small apartment.

Jinwoo’s eyes darkened with a subtle desire as he stared at Jingyeom’s neck.

The soft touch of his skin while drying his hair and the intoxicating scent that wafted in with the air stirred something in Jinwoo.

Jinwoo turned off the hairdryer, leaned down slowly, and wrapped his arms around Jingyeom.

Jingyeom, who had been sitting there comfortably, blinked in surprise as he felt the weight on his back.

“Jinwoo, what’s wrong?”

“…Hyung.”

“Yeah, tell me. What happened?”

“…Jingyeom.”

“…Huh?”

Jinwoo’s voice trembled, and it seemed to infect Jingyeom, whose voice also began to shake.

It was strange because Jinwoo rarely ever called him by his name, leaving Jingyeom feeling unsettled.

He was genuinely worried something was wrong.

“Jingyeom. …Jingyeom.”

“What’s going on? You’re only calling my name, and it’s making me anxious.”

“…Gyeom.”

“…”

“Gyeom. My Gyeom. You’re still not thinking about meeting anyone, right? That’s still true, isn’t it?”

Jingyeom found it hard to respond.

He needed to answer the question, but Jinwoo’s voice, calling his name, sounded so sorrowful.

The way he said “Jingyeom” and “Gyeom” tugged at his heart.

Jingyeom closed his eyes tightly, trying to control the pounding in his chest.

He struggled to calm his ragged breathing, inhaling as slowly as he could.

Normally, Jinwoo would have noticed something was wrong, but right now, he was too caught up in his own emotions to sense it.

“…Huh? Answer me. Tell me it’s not true. You promised we’d live happily together, remember?”

“…”

“Gyeom, I’m scared. What if you leave me? …I’d be terrified.”

Jinwoo’s grip around Jingyeom tightened.

Jinwoo’s breath brushed against the nape of Jingyeom’s neck, which was exposed in the cool air.

Trapped between Jinwoo’s legs, Jingyeom could feel him with every inch of his body.

Jinwoo’s quick breaths drew closer until finally, his face was pressed against Jingyeom’s neck.

His nose touched first, then his soft lips.

The sensation was so vivid that Jingyeom flinched, but Jinwoo didn’t stop.

With his face buried in Jingyeom’s neck, Jinwoo took a deep breath.

The scent of Jingyeom’s body, mixed with his own, was overwhelming.

Now that he had acknowledged his feelings, Jinwoo didn’t know how to handle the intense possessiveness that flooded him.

Jingyeom was frozen, unable to move.

Skinship with Jinwoo had always felt natural.

Holding hands, hugging—none of it ever felt awkward or uncomfortable.

But for the first time today, Jinwoo felt unfamiliar.

Jingyeom had a strong feeling that this wasn’t right, that they shouldn’t be doing this.

“Ji-Jinwoo… this is…”

Jingyeom barely managed to regain his senses and shifted his shoulders, but Jinwoo only held him tighter.

“…Sorry. Just a little longer. Let me stay like this for just a little longer.”

Jinwoo’s voice, now even more drenched with emotion, caused Jingyeom to stop struggling.

But the tension in his body remained, unyielding to his will.

Jingyeom placed his hands on Jinwoo’s arms, not knowing where else to put them, and gently stroked them, hesitating all the while.

“…You heard everything earlier, didn’t you?”

“…”

Jinwoo’s silence confirmed it.

Jingyeom was certain now that Jinwoo had overheard the conversation between him and Soohyuk.

He finally understood why Jinwoo was acting this way.

He couldn’t let go of the only family he had.

Suddenly, Jingyeom recalled something Jinwoo had said on the bus ride home a long time ago.

He had asked Jingyeom what he would do if he fell in love with someone.

At the time, Jingyeom hadn’t thought much of it and had simply replied that he wouldn’t date anyone.

He had asked Jinwoo in return what he would do, and Jinwoo had said this:

“I’m going to live happily with you just like this forever.”

If Jingyeom were to date someone, that person would stand beside him, leaving Jinwoo alone.

The emptiness Jinwoo would feel after a lifetime of devoting himself to Jingyeom might be beyond what he could even imagine.

That’s why Jingyeom now understood the source of Jinwoo’s anxiety.

He could picture how Jinwoo must have felt after Jingyeom disappeared in ‘Gray’.

If just hearing a conversation about a confession had left him this shaken, Jinwoo must have been miserable knowing that Jingyeom had vanished completely.

Even if time dulled the pain, it was likely Jinwoo would never forget Jingyeom.

If that were true, Taegwonbeom may have won Jinwoo’s body, but he would never have his heart.

Jingyeom slowly closed his eyes, letting his body relax as he leaned fully into Jinwoo.

Feeling this, Jinwoo loosened his grip, adjusting himself so Jingyeom could rest more comfortably in his embrace.

“No matter who I meet, it won’t change the fact that we’re family. And for now, I’m not planning to meet anyone. So don’t be so anxious.”

“…”

“I knew our Jinwoo loved me, but I didn’t realize it was this much.”

Jingyeom smiled, trying to shift the mood.

‘If we’re family… I thought that as long as I didn’t leave you, we could be together forever… but I was wrong. You could leave me instead.’

But Jingyeom’s words only served to hurt Jinwoo more.

‘That can’t happen. No, Gyeom, it can’t.’

Jinwoo held Jingyeom, now resting comfortably in his arms, even tighter.

Jinwoo had said he would let go soon, but time passed, and he still didn’t release him.

In the end, Jingyeom fell asleep in Jinwoo’s embrace.

Jinwoo stayed like that for a long time, holding the sleeping Jingyeom before gently laying him on the bed so he could rest.

He lay down beside him and spent the entire night staring at Jingyeom’s sleeping face.

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