You have a boyfriend?

The 15-year-old Yoon Nam-hyuk froze on the spot, clutching his milk carton. His sour heart throbbed with shock and sadness. After a long while, he managed to say drily, “Wh-when did that happen?”

Qi Huai packed the lunch box. “When I was 22.”

22 years old…

Yoon Nam-hyuk silently calculated in his head. He had met Mr. Shoes when he was 10, and at that time, the other was 25. Now he was 15, and Mr. Shoes was 30, which meant the other had had a boyfriend eight years ago!

Eight years…

He had only known Mr. Shoes for five years!

“Then… why isn’t he with you?” Yoon Nam-hyuk asked sullenly.

Qi Huai smiled. “Yeah, it would be great if he could be with me.”

The system’s BUG was so sudden, he didn’t even have any time to prepare. If he had had any room to prepare, he would have wanted to bring President Yoon over with him.

“Oh,” little Nam-hyuk pursed his lips.

He understood. Mr. Shoes had died, but Mr. Shoes’ boyfriend hadn’t, so they couldn’t be together.

A human and a ghost separated.

Full of longing.

A twist of fate.

Unrequited love.

Ah! How sad!

Yoon Nam-hyuk snorted and stood up. “I’m going back to class! Goodbye!”

Qi Huai nodded. “I’ll take the lunch box home. Come back early tonight, don’t run around.”

“Naggy!”

Yoon Nam-hyuk ran off after saying that. Qi Huai was helpless. “The rebellious phase is here.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk was distracted all afternoon.

For five years, the lake of unrequited love in his heart had grown deeper and deeper. The news that the other already had a boyfriend was like a stone thrown into the lake, creating ripples on the already turbulent surface.

How did Mr. Shoes and his boyfriend meet? How far had their relationship gone? Eight years had passed, so the other’s boyfriend must have a new boyfriend by now, right?

If the other had already started a new life, but Mr. Shoes was still thinking of him, wouldn’t that be too unfair to Mr. Shoes?

Mr. Shoes was a patient, serious, occasionally assertive but still gentle person. Being in a relationship with such a good Mr. Shoes, the other must be very happy, right?

Yoon Nam-hyuk lay on his desk and stared out the window. He suddenly remembered that when the news about the boy’s brother came out, some students, in order to prove how disgusting homosexuality was, had posted many intimate photos and videos of men on the school forum.

He had seen those contents. At that time, he had only felt indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him. Now that he thought about it, if he replaced the people in them with Mr. Shoes and his boyfriend…

Forget it, I don’t want to think about it.

I’m a little angry.

He was lost in his thoughts all afternoon. He was picked up by the driver and went home in a daze. As soon as he reached the bedroom door, he found that something was wrong.

“Mom? Why are you in…”

Looking at the scene in the bedroom, Yoon Nam-hyuk’s breath caught, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

Oh no.

On the bed was a pile of about twenty pieces of clothing, all neatly covered in dust bags. Yoon Nam-hyuk recognized them with a single glance as the clothes he had sent to be washed for Mr. Shoes some time ago!

Didn’t he tell the laundromat that he would pick them up himself!

Why did those idiots deliver them!

There were all kinds of styles of clothes on the bed. There were luxury brand suits, trendy brand hoodies and jeans, and even a ridiculous Crayon Shin-chan collaboration floral shirt and big shorts. The styles were varied, and the sizes were all for a big man. In short, none of them were suitable for the fifteen-year-old Yoon Nam-hyuk.

Ms. Hyun had a strange expression on her face as she stared at the clothes on the bed. “…Little Hyuk, are these your clothes? Did the laundromat make a mistake?”

Yoon Nam-hyuk was speechless. He frantically scanned the bedroom and found that Mr. Shoes’ long legs were sitting on a chair. This posture… he must be resting his chin on his hand and watching him with amusement! Maybe he’s even snickering!

This guy loved to see him flustered. It was the only flaw in his perfect ghost body.

Yoon Nam-hyuk gritted his teeth and simply admitted it. “That’s right! They’re mine.”

“What?” Ms. Hyun’s mouth fell open. “They’re yours? But these are obviously adult men’s clothes. Why did you buy them?”

“…Because I liked them, so I bought them. A teenage boy will grow up very quickly. I’ll be able to wear them when the time comes,” Yoon Nam-hyuk stammered with a red face, glaring at Qi Huai from an angle Ms. Hyun couldn’t see.

Qi Huai thought to himself, what’s the use of glaring at me? The little one who likes to dress me up like a doll has finally tasted the bitter fruit~

He curled his lips and rubbed Yoon Nam-hyuk’s head. Yoon Nam-hyuk’s expression began to soften after being rubbed a few times. It took less than a minute for him to go from angry to calm.

Ms. Hyun looked at the clothes and blinked. “Oh… okay, then let’s buy a new wardrobe for these clothes. When our Nam-hyuk grows up… hmm, he’ll have to be 190 cm tall, right? He can wear them when he grows to 190 cm.”

Qi Huai, who was sitting on the side, couldn’t help but laugh.

Hm.

Yoon Nam-hyuk, who was still glaring, suddenly turned his head and said angrily, “Of course! I can definitely grow to 190 cm!”

Damn it! What are you laughing at!

What’s so great about being 190 cm!

I can definitely do it!

A few years ago, ever since he discovered that Qi Huai could “grow”, dressing up Mr. Shoes had become one of Nam-hyuk’s greatest pleasures.

Qi Huai had originally advised him not to buy so many clothes, otherwise, sooner or later, Ms. Hyun and the nanny would find out. But Yoon Nam-hyuk just couldn’t help it.

When he saw a suit and leather shoes, he felt that they would definitely suit Mr. Shoes’ long legs. When he saw a hoodie and jeans, he felt that this was a style Mr. Shoes would like. And when he saw those exaggerated collaboration designs, he wanted to buy them even more.

Mr. Shoes liked to tease him, and he also liked to play pranks on Mr. Shoes. Yoon Nam-hyuk really liked how the other would always go along with him, even after being helpless.

Later, the adult men’s clothes in the room grew more and more. Paying to store the clothes at the laundromat was the best solution they could think of. They didn’t expect that a moment of carelessness would lead to his mother discovering them.

But it was a good thing.

Now that these clothes officially had a “name” at home, Yoon Nam-hyuk was very happy, as if Mr. Shoes had really become a member of his family.

Just like that, a new wardrobe was added to the bedroom. Yoon Nam-hyuk excitedly pulled Qi Huai to stuff these clothes into the wardrobe. Formal wear, trendy brands, and strange clothes were placed next to each other, creating a strange sense of warmth.

“I’ll be able to wear your clothes when I grow a little taller,” Yoon Nam-hyuk raised an eyebrow at Qi Huai.

Qi Huai thought to himself, there’s still a long way to go, but in order to protect the little one’s pride, he still said encouragingly, “Mm, actually you can wear my clothes now too. There’s not much difference.”

“Really?” Yoon Nam-hyuk’s eyes lit up. “Then I’ll wear them tonight.”

He took out a short-sleeved shirt that was suitable for pajamas and changed into it in front of Qi Huai without any hesitation. A teenager’s waist was as slender as a willow, and his skin was as white as jade. Qi Huai rubbed his forehead and looked away, coughing lightly.

“What’s wrong?” Yoon Nam-hyuk, who had changed his clothes, frowned. “Do I look bad in this?”

The trendy brand T-shirt had a simple design. The pure white cotton fabric had a hand-drawn black leather shoe pattern on it. At that time, Yoon Nam-hyuk had bought it at first sight because he felt it had a commemorative meaning.

Qi Huai smiled. “Not bad, it suits you very well.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk was half-convinced and lay down on the bed shoulder to shoulder with Qi Huai.

It was still the same bed. They had been sleeping on it for five years. But after the wild thoughts of the afternoon, Yoon Nam-hyuk felt that something was wrong no matter what.

A teenager in puberty is too easily aroused. The sound of his crush speaking with a smile, the accidental touch of their limbs while sleeping, and even every steady breath was a kind of seduction to him…

Not to mention that he was wearing the other’s clothes.

Qi Huai, who had become a ghost, no longer wore perfume, so the matcha scent of the laundry detergent left on the clothes after being washed became the most familiar smell of Mr. Shoes to little Nam-hyuk.

He secretly buried his head in the quilt, and then like a pervert, he pulled up his collar and took a deep breath.

Mr. Shoes.

Qi Huai…

When can I abandon the honorifics and call your name freely?

Little Nam-hyuk fell asleep smelling the faint matcha scent. He dreamed that Mr. Shoes was hugging him from behind. The soft, temperatureless lips trailed down his earlobe, and those hands turned his body over, caressing him all over, and finally left a intoxicating kiss on his lips, just like the photos on the school forum.

Hiss!

The sky was bright.

Yoon Nam-hyuk woke up with a start. The tingling sensation from his dream still left a shiver in his skull after he woke up.

He buried his face in the quilt with a red face, but when he smelled the matcha scent, he quickly stuck his head out of the quilt. He couldn’t smell it, he didn’t dare to smell it. He clenched his legs together. The hot and wet feeling in his pants made his back sweat, and his whole body felt like a piece of cotton that had been splashed with sparks, and it ignited with a “swoosh.”

“What’s wrong?” Qi Huai, who had already washed up, came over and placed the back of his hand on Yoon Nam-hyuk’s forehead. “Did you have a nightmare? You were whimpering in your sleep, and I couldn’t wake you up.”

“Mm!” Yoon Nam-hyuk said with wide eyes. “I had a nightmare, a scary one.”

It was indeed scary. The Mr. Shoes in the dream kissed him very fiercely, and he couldn’t resist at all.

It was a beautiful room that Yoon Nam-hyuk had never seen before but was strangely familiar. The bed was big and soft, and their wedding photo was hanging on the wall. Mr. Shoes spoke to him with honorifics, called him “hyung” and asked him if he was comfortable and if he wanted him to be slower.

However, he asked in vain. Yoon Nam-hyuk bit the corner of the quilt and couldn’t speak. The other didn’t give him a chance to speak at all and just kept going at it non-stop.

In the dream, Yoon Nam-hyuk’s eyes seemed to be glued shut. He couldn’t see the other’s face clearly no matter how hard he tried. He could only tell from the familiar voice that it was the Mr. Shoes who had been telling him bedtime stories since he was ten.

The gentleman was fierce all night, like a hungry beast, able to make his prey’s limbs go soft with just a lick of his tongue.

Yoon Nam-hyuk was terrified, not only because the Mr. Shoes in his dream was fierce and ruthless, but also because of the state of his pants at the moment.

Once he got out of bed, he would be exposed.

“What did you mean just now… did I talk in my sleep?” Yoon Nam-hyuk’s eyes drifted, and he couldn’t help but ask, “What did I say?”

Qi Huai said lightly, “I didn’t hear clearly. Don’t watch ghost stories anymore. You get so scared in your sleep.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk breathed a sigh of relief. “Mm, I know… can you get me some milk?”

“Now?” Qi Huai asked.

“Thank you,” Yoon Nam-hyuk urged from under the quilt. “I’m thirsty.”

They had done this kind of sneaky thing many times. Most of the time, the nanny wouldn’t find out. Occasionally, when she did, Yoon Nam-hyuk would say he got up in the middle of the night to get it, and he would get away with it every time.

Qi Huai nodded helplessly. “Okay, wait for me.”

Mr. Shoes went out. Yoon Nam-hyuk let out a long sigh of relief. He quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom, washing himself and his underwear twice.

And so, the accident of that morning became little Nam-hyuk’s second secret.

What he didn’t know was that Qi Huai, who was pretending to be ignorant, had just stepped out and curled his lips. “Little pervert, you called my name all night.”

That whimpering cry on the verge of climax was exactly the same as the adult Yoon Nam-hyuk’s. If it weren’t for the fact that the other was just a teenager, Qi Huai would have almost thought that he was President Yoon.

But thinking about it, it seemed a little strange. From the information revealed in his sleep talk, wasn’t he a little too skilled in that matter?

Is this reasonable?