I Picked Up the Greatest Villain in the Story

49.

Even during the onset of secondary sexual characteristics, Sehun had never asked such a question.

Rather, Jian had once consulted Hyunwoo about when Sehun’s puberty would come, wondering if it ever would. At that time, Hyunwoo was living with constant migraines due to Hyunsu’s tumultuous adolescence.

While Jian felt the child growing through his height increasing year by year, Sehun always showed only his pure, childlike side to Jian.

That’s why even when a grown-up Sehun entered the bed shirtless, Jian could comfortably make room for him.

Kiss, a kiss…

Under his blinking eyelids, Jian’s pitch-black pupils were clouded with confusion. He wanted to answer honestly, but it felt undignified, and if he were to lie, he couldn’t find the words.

Jian painfully swallowed under Sehun’s calm gaze waiting for his answer.

“…I have. How old do you think I am to have never kissed?”

Wasn’t there a saying about becoming a wizard if you don’t have sex by thirty? It didn’t even have to go as far as sex.

While Hyunwoo had managed to date occasionally while raising Hyunsu, Jian suddenly felt dizzy wondering why he had lived only looking at Sehun.

To have never kissed at this age… He wanted to pull his hair out at the sudden sense of self-loathing.

“So you’ve done it…”

Sehun’s lips, as he muttered with downcast eyes, looked particularly red. Jian’s gaze was momentarily captivated by those lips, neither too thick nor too thin, boasting a perfect thickness.

They looked like they would be very soft to touch. Probably even sweeter to kiss. Jian’s lips parted blankly at the thought that crossed his mind unconsciously.

Lee Jian, you’ve really gone mad…

The tips of his ears turned burning red. Was he feeling a sense of liberation because Sehun would soon turn twenty?

Lately, strange emotions had been frequently striking near his heart.

Feelings that would suddenly arise when he realized how tall Sehun had grown, having to tilt his head back to look at him, or when he absent-mindedly observed Sehun’s physique that couldn’t have been built by exercise alone, or when Sehun’s hand, now a joint larger than his own, transmitted warm heat.

While still too faint to name, instinctively, he felt something was going wrong.

Until now, he had immediately nipped any strange signs in the bud. But just now, even if for a moment, he had clearly felt a dangerous emotion.

To have lustful thoughts about Sehun, whom he had bathed, fed, and raised with his own hands – it wasn’t anyone else. Wasn’t this an emotion that should never be felt if in one’s right mind?

Jian abruptly stood up. A slightly wavering gaze followed him. Unable to meet Sehun’s eyes, Jian moved creakily like a poorly oiled metal doll.

“I think I ate too much popcorn. My stomach doesn’t feel good. I’m going to take some digestive medicine.”

He knew his behavior might look suspicious, but he absolutely couldn’t face Sehun.

Even though all the lights in the living room had been turned off to focus on the movie, the TV screen was so large that the light from it clearly showed their facial expressions.

He had to hide his flushed face somehow. Trying to walk as naturally as possible, he went to his room. Only after the door closed behind him did his held breath burst out.

‘Being single is this dangerous…’

Sliding down to sit, Jian clutched his head with both hands. He buried his face between his knees and had a moment of repentance.

No matter how much Sehun exuded the scent of a mature man, he was still Jian’s brother.

The face that seemed made from gathering the cutest things in the world was still vivid in his mind. Just opening his phone’s photo gallery would show countless pictures of Sehun from when he was young.

Although now his jawline had sharpened and his eyes had become quite fierce, Jian would occasionally find traces of Sehun’s past appearance in his face.

‘I should ask Hyunwoo hyung to set me up on a blind date.’

Having made this decision, Jian tilted his head back and let out a long breath. The back of his neck still felt hot from the unsubsided heat.

At that time, Sehun’s fist on the sofa curled into a ball. Blue veins rose threateningly.

‘Hyung said he’s kissed. With whom exactly?’

Sehun was struck with shock that turned his vision red at Jian’s words, thrown to avoid the situation.

He hadn’t sensed any signs of Jian dating. Jian was a person whose inside was as transparent as his outside.

He even had an old-fashioned side where he wouldn’t even hold hands with someone he didn’t have feelings for. Saying he had kissed meant there was someone he was dating or about to date.

He even gave the impression it wasn’t just one person. Thinking back on Jian’s activities, it didn’t seem like he had met anyone in particular, so when did this happen? Could it be Seongjun? No, that guy still hasn’t properly confessed to Jian as far as he knows.

Moreover, if Jian had gotten a lover, not only Hyunwoo but also the people from the Dark Net Guild would have made a bigger fuss. They had all tried, knowingly or unknowingly, to introduce good people to Jian, who wasn’t dating anyone.

Each time, Sehun had imagined erasing them from this world in his mind. Fortunately, Jian had rejected the proposals saying he didn’t particularly want to date right now. That’s why he had let his guard down.

‘I should have confined hyung earlier…’

Sehun’s face contorted in agony. He bitterly regretted being satisfied with just being Jian’s favorite in the past.

Imagining Jian tenderly kissing someone somewhere he didn’t know about caused a pain as if his heart was being torn out whole.

Even as he clutched his chest and gasped for breath, the pain only grew worse. Sehun called out to Jian in a voice that seemed to crawl.

“Hyung…”

It was difficult to breathe as if an invisible hand was choking him. It was so painful that he clawed at his chest with his fingertips.

He got up from the sofa towards the still-closed door of the room, but dizziness struck and he fell to the floor.

There was a thud, and his knees ached. He saw Jian, startled by the loud noise, opening the door and coming out.

“Sehun!”

Jian, calling his name and running towards him, kept blurring hazily.

How could hyung do this to me…

After taking all of my heart, making it so I can’t even breathe properly unless I’m by hyung’s side, how could you kiss someone else?

While I felt like I was dying trying to cut, break, and suppress my growing feelings and desires every day because I was afraid you’d be surprised, afraid you might fear me.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick somewhere?”

Jian’s face had turned pale, and his hands, continuously caressing Sehun’s face, were trembling.

Sehun tightly embraced Jian. So that the sound of his madly beating heart would reach Jian too.

So that he could feel even a little of the terrible feelings Sehun was experiencing right now.

He desperately needed Jian’s body heat to suppress the urge to go find and kill the guy who had kissed Jian right away.

If he kept looking at Jian’s face, he felt like he might bite those lips. He regretted so much the time he had only lightly stolen kisses from Jian like a thief.

That couldn’t even be called a real kiss. It was just like a breeze lightly brushing past.

He felt pathetic for having lost sleep over just that, thinking it was enough.

Not even knowing that Jian had found someone he liked besides him.

Who could it be? The person who kissed Jian.

Yoo Hyunwoo? Oh Seongjun? Park Jihwan? Lim Jungsu? Kim Leo?

He thought of each person Jian was close to. But Jian’s gaze when looking at them was too calm for him to have kissed any of them.

If he had kissed, if the relationship had progressed that far, Jian absolutely wouldn’t have been able to treat that person so nonchalantly.

“Breathe slowly. It’s okay. Hyung is here. Did you suddenly have a scary thought?”

The touch stroking his back and the voice trying to soothe him were as affectionate as always, making the bridge of Sehun’s nose sting.

Not knowing what kind of thoughts were filling Sehun’s mind right now, Jian just saw him as a good child, causing Sehun to silently tighten his arms.

He buried his face where the soft scent of skin came from and inhaled. A sensation different from skin brushed against his lips.

The marks he had made last night were hidden under a band-aid.

Hyung is a fool. He doesn’t know anything. He doesn’t even notice how Sehun looks at him, what kind of feelings he harbors.

Jian squirmed in his embrace, perhaps wanting to see Sehun’s face.

Not yet, he couldn’t show this face. He hadn’t properly suppressed his emotions. If Jian saw his eyes now, he might be shocked and run away.

“Let’s stay like this a little longer.”

Sehun held onto Jian with a trembling voice. As Jian stopped struggling and quietly exhaled, Sehun desperately recalled the nest he had recently prepared.

If he waited just a little longer, he could make Jian completely his. He wasn’t fully prepared yet. There was one more thing he needed to ensure Jian wouldn’t get hurt.