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I woke to a dull, creaking sensation.
As I rolled over, pushing aside the sheet tangled around my feet, excruciating pain shot through my lower body and up my spine.
"...I-ugh."
The sound of my voice echoed in my head.
Physical pain and a headache crashed over me simultaneously. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and endured it.
The wave-like headache receded, and I slowly sat up. My lower body... to put it bluntly, the deep part of my butt hurt. My groin also creaked strangely, like muscle soreness.
"...Hmph."
A familiar voice and the sound of sheets rustling came from beside me.
My blood ran cold. Before I could confirm the source of the sound, I pulled the blanket over my head.
Wrapped up completely, I could breathe a sigh of relief in the darkness. Until, in the faint darkness, I spotted toes that weren't mine and held my breath.
"...H-huh?"
The moment Ohm let out a sound, something long wrapped around his waist.
Before he could even think "Ah," he succumbed to the pulling force.
Falling headfirst, Ohm closed his eyes to brace for the impact, only to find himself wrapped in unexpectedly soft restraint. His mouth fell open in surprise.
"Good morning."
Lifting his gaze at the voice from above, he met Jimmy's sleepy, languid eyes.
"…………Whoa."
Please forgive me for letting out a "Seriously?"—it was unavoidable.
"How much do you remember…?"
He never imagined he'd utter such a line, straight out of a drama—and utterly contemptible at that.
Still resting on Jimmy's arm, my body stiff, I stared blankly at the droopy eyes above me.
His sleepy, blurry black eyes darted around the room before settling on Ohm.
"Probably not much different from Ohm? I drank quite a bit, after all."
"……"
Not sure if I should feel relieved or saddened by that answer, I fell silent.
Frankly, my memories of Ohm are hazy too.
Drinking heartily, splashing water, laughing. I caught the tall figure beside me leaning in, and somehow our lips met.
I don't remember how the kiss started, but the tangled tongues and the suffocating loss of breath are vividly etched in my mind, mingling with the foggy haze of memory.
I did remember being held by the shoulders and returning together to Ohm's place.
Ohm suggested a shower, saying I'd catch a cold if I stayed soaking wet. I remember that. Yes, that's why we came back to Ohm's condo, close to that place.
The memories I pulled at slowly, bit by bit, approached reality, and then stopped.
"...Sorry, I don't remember what happened or how we ended up like this."
"Yeah."
"...Sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
Jimmy's eyes widened in surprise.
"No, I mean..."
"Ohm, you see..."
Jimmy cut off the fragment of my words.
"Do you hate being like this right now?"
"...Huh?"
"Well... that's why I ended up like this with me."
"Ugh..."
The unspoken reality overlapped with the pain running through his body. Even without the memory, the reality remained in his body.
"I don't think it's too late now."
"Too late."
"Yes. Too late."
Occasionally, Jimmy uttered words Ohm couldn't comprehend. Seeing Ohm's mind racing to process them, Jimmy would gently soften his gaze. Like now.
His gaze softened into a gentle arc, reaching out to Ohm. The palm of his free hand, opposite the arm supporting Ohm's head, gently brushed away Ohm's bangs.
Following that motion, he stroked his cheek.
The soft touch seemed to draw a tiny bit of tension from Ohm's stiff body.
"Even if you don't remember, the feeling that you were happy remains. And besides, nothing really changes."
"..."
"We'll always be together, right? Us."
The words, spoken as if it were obvious, pierced straight through his chest.
They weren't strong, nor were they gentle.
It was Jimmy's voice, reminding him anew that this was simply how it was, that surprised him—it wasn't phrased as a question, which was unusual for him.
Jimmy, who usually handled questions as if waiting for Ohm's decision, had stated it definitively this time.
And that slowly warmed his heart.
"Yes. We'll be together."
Blinking slowly at Ohm's voice, choked with emotion, he nodded firmly.
"Even if not now, it would have happened someday. So it's not like it's too late, right?"
"Yeah..."
If asked if he was fully convinced, it was a bit of a gray area.
"Does your body hurt?"
Jimmy's worried frown only stoked his embarrassment.
The fact he asked meant he, too, understood the reality of what had happened to Ohm's body.
"I'm fine..."
As he answered, memories slowly returned.
The hot skin, the sweat-drenched sensation—it wasn't the first time. He'd experienced it countless times with him, acting. Even the muscle pain deep in his legs felt familiar, just like after filming.
Only this pain running through the center of his body was unfamiliar. The jarring sensation of being forcibly pried open was something Ohm was experiencing for the very first time.
Realizing this, he felt blood rush to his cheeks.
Searching for a place to hide, he pressed his forehead against Jimmy's shoulder. The act of burying his face against Jimmy's bare skin to escape his gaze was so confused he no longer knew what he was fleeing from.
"Ohm?"
Shaking his head vigorously at Jimmy's puzzled voice.
He couldn't say anything now.
Embarrassment covered every part of Ohm.
Sensing this, Ohm felt Jimmy laugh above him, prompting him to press his cheek even deeper into Jimmy's skin.
"You're cute."
"...Please be quiet."
The sulky voice touched Jimmy's skin, muffled and echoing.
Jimmy's laughter vibrated with his breath.
A light pat on his stomach revealed it was bare, as expected. The lingering damp sensation made him gasp, "Hii!"
"...Guess I need another shower."
Jimmy flicked his fingers lightly over Ohm's defeated head, then shifted. Before Ohm could lift his gaze at the space created, lips pressed against his.
They pressed together slowly, soft and deep.
After savoring the sensation and pulling away, Jimmy's tongue traced the surface of his lips.
"Want me to wash you?"
"I'll do it myself."
He glared at Jimmy, who grinned mischievously with playful eyes. The shame had largely faded. Though it wasn't work, though he wasn't playing a role, Jimmy's actions—touching Ohm's lips, running his tongue over them—showed his resolve for what was to come.
"...I fell asleep without cleaning up, so from inside—"
"Please, shut up."
He smacked his lips shut with a sharp "smack."
The vanished shame swelled up tenfold at his words, churning Ohm into a mess.
He glared, face flushed crimson, trying desperately not to notice the Something threatening to spill from deep within with every slight movement.
Jimmy watched this flustered Ohm with obvious amusement. Jimmy's lips twisted into a smirk, which Ohm felt against his palm. The next instant, something slick brushed against Ohm's hand.
"Hii..."
Ohm instinctively pulled his hand back, only for a larger palm to grab it and pull it back. A high-pitched sucking sound, chuu. She closed her eyes tightly, trembling, desperately trying to hold back her body. Jimmy had always deliberately touched Ohm's hands, knowing they were weak, but such blatant contact was, of course, unprecedented.
Ohm's skin shivered at the touch, which seemed designed to teach and awaken pleasure.
"...P-please..."
By the time Ohm's faint voice fell, pleading for him to stop, Jimmy's palm was soaked through with his saliva.
Another wet smack followed, and through tear-blurred vision, Ohm watched Jimmy grin.
"You're so cute."
The molten drop of Jimmy's voice carried a hint of color, and another wave of heat rose within him.
Ohmu knew that voice, laden with desire.
He'd heard it endlessly last night.
Memories suddenly connected, crashing over him like a tidal wave, and this time, Ohmu collapsed.
"...Uwaaaaah!"
Jimmy laughed aloud at the "No way" that escaped Ohmu's lips once more.