The Transmigrated Villain Hates the Main Character

"—Cough."
"Hyung, are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."
Startled, Siwoo came close and patted Raon’s back. Raon waved him off and guided him back to his seat.
"I just ate too fast because it was so good, haha."
"Eat slowly."
"Mm."
Raon nodded and returned to spooning up the soybean paste stew, as if trying to hide his embarrassment. The thoughts he’d just had were, honestly, perverted and ridiculous.
Well… I’ll think about it slowly later.
There had to be something he could do for Siwoo. Raon began going through his own strengths.
Well, I do have money, and then… hmm.
He had the pay from the Center and his own private savings—but Siwoo, as an S-rank Esper who had cleared countless Gates, must have received enormous compensation from the military. That money was practically the price of his life.
So, as a roommate, he didn’t really bring anything to the table. If they lived together, the only thing he could meaningfully do was guiding.
Well… a Guide’s job is to guide properly.
Half-forcing the thought to make sense, Raon scraped up every last grain of rice and murmured to himself. Still, the unease in his chest didn’t disappear.
"Finished?"
"Mm."
"Then sit and rest."
"No, I’ll do the—ugh—dishes…"
He tried to stand, but his legs lost strength. A dull ache pulsed low in his back.
As Raon sank back into his chair, Siwoo approached in alarm.
"Sorry. I… went too hard."
"No, I agreed to it."
"I’ll try to control myself more from now on."
"Y-yeah."
Siwoo spoke seriously—but that only made Raon remember last night’s insertion guiding, and his face flushed. He turned his head and rubbed his jaw nervously.
"Do you want to sit on the sofa?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
"Don’t apologize. I’ll give you a massage later."
Siwoo helped Raon to the sofa, pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, and returned to the kitchen. Raon raised a hand and touched the spot where Siwoo’s lips had been.
Compared to Espers, Guides’ bodies were fragile. Maybe even guiding was something he might not always be able to do comfortably. Raon scratched his cheek, feeling embarrassment and guilt tangled together.
"Oh—right."
His wrist felt bare—he had taken off his wrist device. They were on leave, and Siwoo still had his on, so any calls would go to him, but still—the absence made him feel strangely exposed.
"What are you looking for?"
"My wrist device. Is it in the room?"
He glanced around, not remembering being in the bedroom. Siwoo approached holding something.
"Here. I kept it with me."
"Ah. Thanks."
Raon put it back on. Siwoo’s expression dimmed for a moment, but Raon didn’t notice.
"You cut fruit too?"
"Yes. It was in the fridge."

It had taken him a bit of time because he’d also neatly sliced up fruit. He placed the plate on the table, then picked up a piece of apple with a fork and placed it in Raon’s hand.
"Siwoo, you’re really…"
"Hm?"
"…Nothing."
The words model husband rose to the back of his throat, but Raon swallowed them. He smiled instead and took a bite of the apple.
"It’s good. You eat too."
"Yes."
Raon used another fork to pick up a piece and offer it to Siwoo. As Siwoo reached to take it, Raon pulled the fork back.
"…?"
"Oh, come on."
Realizing his intent, Siwoo flushed. His voice was small, embarrassed.
"Do we… have to do it like this?"
"Yes."
It was half teasing—Siwoo had cooked, done dishes, and even cut fruit. Raon wanted to feed him personally. Even if Siwoo was dying of embarrassment.
"…Fine."
With a {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} resigned exhale, Siwoo opened his mouth slightly. Raon placed the apple to his lips. Siwoo bit down, face bright red.
"Tastes good, right?"
"Yes."
"It tastes even better because I fed you, right?"
"…Yes."
He hesitated, but he nodded. Raon was satisfied.
"So, what should we do on break?"
Raon patted his full stomach and leaned his head on Siwoo’s shoulder. And since Siwoo mentioned massage, Raon already had his legs draped across Siwoo’s lap.
"Do we have to do anything? Can’t we just stay like this?"
"Mm. There’s nothing wrong with that."
He really shouldn’t go outside anyway—thanks to the interview, his face was everywhere. The view count on those videos must be terrifying by now. Raon nodded grimly. Siwoo brightened.
"For now, your body needs rest. I’ll make sure you don’t have to move a finger."
"That makes me feel bad…"
"It’s fine. I want to."
"Mm…"
"You told me I could do what I want."
"…I did."
The logic silenced him. Raon nodded, and he could feel Siwoo kneading his legs a little more happily.
Does he actually… like taking care of me?
Raon watched him massage with a soft, steady expression.
"Why? Does it hurt?"
"No."
Raon shook his head. Siwoo relaxed.
I want to be the only one who knows this.
The way Siwoo, who seemed cold and distant to others, was so careful, tender, and devoted to someone he cherished—Raon wanted to keep that to himself.
But that was just selfish wishful thinking. Their ending was already decided.
Raon let out a faint, bitter smile and shifted his leg.
"Okay, that’s enough for my legs."
"Then… where…—"
As Raon lowered his leg, he pressed his heel somewhere deliberate. Siwoo’s breath hitched, teeth clenching.
"Hyung—what are you doing."
"Hm? What?"
"You were struggling yesterday."
"That was yesterday."
It was insane, but Raon couldn’t stop. With Siwoo being this gentle and affectionate, how was he supposed to sit still?
He rolled his foot over Siwoo’s already hardening lap. Siwoo grabbed Raon’s ankle immediately.
"Stop. Why are you provoking me?"
"Mm. Because I want to?"
"Your body is still—ah—"
Raon flexed his toes, lightly tapping Siwoo’s wrist. Siwoo shivered from even that.
"Why hesitate, Siwoo. We still have five days left."
"Still…"
Raon sat astride Siwoo’s lap, facing him. He held his shoulders and met his eyes. Siwoo’s gaze darted away, embarrassed.
He knew he looked cute like this—and he knew exactly what that did to Raon.
Raon leaned closer.
"I want to keep going. Don’t you?"
"I…"
Siwoo avoided his eyes—but his hand slid up Raon’s waist. Raon smiled.
"Saying you don’t want it, but what’s this hand doing?"
"I never said I didn’t want it."
"True."
The loose T-shirt Siwoo had dressed him in rode up as Siwoo slid his hand underneath. When Siwoo squeezed the bite-bruised chest beneath—Raon’s spine shuddered.
"Ha… Siwoo…"
Raon let out a breath and wrapped his arms around his neck. Siwoo pushed the shirt up further and kept touching him.
***
After fully relishing their messy, heated vacation, Raon checked his wrist device. Siwoo’s contamination level appeared first.
[Yoon Siwoo — Contamination Level: High (71%)]
"Oh."
Raon’s eyes widened. It was the first time it had crossed into seventy percent. All their time spent tangled together had truly paid off.
"Heh."
He smiled in satisfaction. Behind him, Siwoo’s expression was… oddly subdued. But Raon didn’t notice.
"Let’s go, Siwoo."
"Yes."
"…?"
Only then did Raon notice something weighed in Siwoo’s demeanor. His tone, his posture.
Why does he look like that when his numbers are great? Did something happen this morning?
But thinking back, they had just eaten and gotten ready. Nothing strange.
Raon let the question slide and started walking. They were leaving a bit late because they had ended up doing mucosal guiding while getting ready.
They stepped out into the hallway of the Guide quarters. Luckily, training grounds were nearby.
"…Hm?"
Raon stopped. He narrowed his eyes and stepped closer.
It was two familiar figures.
"Guide Hamin—no. Esper Hamin. Just think it over once more."
"Ah, n-no, I…"
Kwon Yunchae and Hamin were standing together. Raon’s pace quickened as he saw them.