Chapter 137: He was a good man

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Chapter 137: He was a good man Castor was like a forbidden name for Ki-hoon. It was a part of his life that didn’t want anyone to find out. A part of his life that he wants very proud of. I mean, we all have our embarrassing moments that we wish to die with but this was different. It was like a taboo. And the one who put him into this was Jin-Yeok. "You still kept that in mind?" He asked and I nodded. He probably never guessed that I would ask a question like that. I looked at his glove. He still had it on even when he took his bath. It was so bad for him that he couldn’t even feel comfortable taking off the glove at all. "I thought you talked with Jin." He said and I nodded. "I did. But... What does that have to do with you, Hyung? Is there something he didn’t tell me?" I asked, but he covered his face, guilt, and fear ripening on his face. "You’re right, it’s not something he should’ve brought up unless I asked him to. I’m grateful." Though he said that, he didn’t exactly have the expression that seemed like he was particularly grateful. "If it’s something you can’t talk about..." "He took off his gloves." Ki-hoon said with a low tone but I heard him loud and clear. "Was it you? Did you... Ask him to take off his gloves?" I stared silently. Ki-hoon looked like he was shaken. I knew the story behind it but I just didn’t expect him to be this shaken by it. I guess if he feels so insecure that he wears a glove on that very hand every single time, even when he was in the bath, it’s only understandable he was traumatized by it. "Yes." I answered and started walking towards him. Thankfully, I guessed right that this topic would get his mind off his erection. Now that he was shaken, and his mind was rather unsettled, the water bottle had disappeared. Maybe he should go wear some pants but there was no time for that. Min-Cheol was waiting for me. I had four Chapters to write for that bastard before going to bed. So many things, so maybe I chose the wrong time for this. But since we had already begun it all, best to finish it and get it over with. I would have Jin-Yeok and Ki-hoon in the bag after this. I stood in front of a shaken Ki-hoon. "Hyung," I called softly. "Sorry," I raised my hand and took his gloved hand that was on his face. I held his hand, covering it with both my hands, and said. "I didn’t know it was something that would bring back a bad memory. So, can you forget I asked?" Ki-hoon wasn’t looking good. Was it too early to ask him about this? I wouldn’t hate or judge him and given he knew I had heard Jin-Yeok’s story, he should probably know that I wouldn’t judge him just from one act he committed. So, what was stopping him? What was the wall that was blocking him? "I got that name as a punishment." He said, despite his shaken state. His fallen hair and nearly dried hair made him seem even more miserable. "A punishment that reminded me of the deed I had committed." He said. "I..." He looked away but I placed my hand on his face. He glanced at me and I smiled, reassuring him that it was okay. "Killed my father. With this hand." Well, you’re not the first to kill their parents. I mean, Jin-Yeok killed his father when he was 14, and Min-Cheol killed his mother when he was younger, about 8 or 10. And as for Seo-Jun... Ah, he burned his mother along with the house they were staying in. Compared to them, he killed his father when he was much older and unlike the others who had a reason to kill, his father did not deserve it. So, was that why he was still so shaken? He had killed his father, who did nothing but love him with his own hand. Ki-hoon shut his eyes, clenching his teeth but I caressed his face softly, still assuring him that it was fine. "He was a good man." He said, and I could tell his eyes were tearing up. "But I killed him." Ah, it was still too difficult for him to come to terms with it. I thought he was healed to an extent but recalling it must be hard. So hard that he wasn’t holding back his tears in front of me. I dropped his head on my shoulder and brushed his hair. ’I think I made a mistake.’ I thought and shut my eyes. ’But I don’t regret it.’ I opened my eyes and looked at my reflection in the mirror opposite us. Ki-hoon could go so far as to show me his back and tell me such a hard truth. He told me, despite knowing he wasn’t okay about it. It only goes to say how much his feelings for me had grown. And because of how caring I acted in return instead of judging him and looking at him differently, he would learn to lean on me more. Haha, this was such a score. I did feel bad for him though. I knew what had happened to his father, and I knew why Jin-Yeok was involved, so I wouldn’t ask him for more details. He was already so shaken at the moment. That aside, haha, I felt it before, but now, without a shirt, I could feel it even more. His shoulders were so broad. Let’s avoid doing anything that would cause him to have another erection. Yes, yes. That was smart. "Jo-Pil," Ki-hoon called, raising his head. Hm, he recovered fast. "Yes, Hyung?" "Do you resent me?" He asked but I shook my head. "No, I don’t." I answered. "Do you want me to resent you?" "No, please don’t." He said, his teary eyes making him look so vulnerable. A vulnerable kitten. I liked it. "I don’t want you to resent me. I want you to like me instead." He said and I froze a bit. That was a bit... Let’s just play it by the tooth. I smiled brightly. "I like Hyung a lot." I said but it was clear this was not the kind of ’like’ he was referring to. Well, joke on you. My feelings aren’t that easy to buy. Ki-hoon pressed his lips together, a bit disappointed and I sighed. "Then, should I get going?" I asked. This was my cue to run away. I turned around, ready to leave. Let’s forget about giving him what he wants for now and leave it for another day. Yeah, that’s a good idea. He might no longer be hard down there but he might ask for something I couldn’t give while his feelings were vulnerable. Min-Cheol must be impatiently waiting for me so I’d just get going and... "I want to kiss you," he said and I paused. What did he say? I turned around to find him staring with a determined expression. "Jo-Pil, that is what I want." I nearly palmed my face in exhaustion. My life was already as difficult as it was. Why were they doing this to me? I was just one Omega.

Chapter 137: He was a good man

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