There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106: Chapter 102. Morning Mood

Zein had a habit of waking up at dawn no matter where he slept. But perhaps because he got drunk for the first time, he only opened his eyes groggily when his biological alarm woke him, without any notion to get up.

The room was dark, the only source of light was coming from the dim lamp at some corner. For a moment, Zein had no idea where he was, or why he had a headache and felt like crap. But after squinting his eyes at the expensive-looking furniture, his mind instinctually conjured up the image of Radia, and his memory came back then.

Grunting at the awful state he was in, Zein immediately circulate his mana to get rid of the alcohol influence in his system. It was only after his head got cleared for a bit that he realized there were two things enveloping him; a blanket, and a warm body.

From the soft, steady breathing grazing his nape, and the sturdy arm around his torso, Zein instantly knew it was Bassena. He didn’t know exactly how they ended up spooning on the couch, but he remember acting horny and succumbing to a desire for pleasure.

Oh well--Zein closed his eyes again, scooting deeper into the comfortable warmth inside the blanket, and the steady breath of another person.

When he opened his eyes again, the sunlight had already filtered through the curtains, and he had felt somewhat better from earlier mana circulation. With a slight grunt, he lifted the arm still circling his midriff, and got up.

Sitting dazedly on the edge of the couch, Zein looked at the sleeping esper. He remembered Han Shin told him once that Bassena was a deep sleeper, unlike Zein. The esper rarely sleep, but once he did, it was quite hard to wake him up in a normal way.

But...

Blinking slowly, Zein realized he had a nice and rather deep sleep this time too. He wondered if it was because he was drunk. Or was it because he slept with someone else?

Or perhaps, because it was Bassena, in particular.

Still with the bleary mind, Zein reached out to pinch the esper’s cheek. The lack of fat made it hard to do so, but Zein still doing it anyway, smirking to himself when the man groaned slightly--but more because he lost the feel of Zein’s body in his arm rather than because of the mischievous hand.

Bassena didn’t wake up though, back to breathing steadily when Zein moved his hand from the bronze cheek to the obsidian scales beneath the esper’s eyes. He spent some time just rubbing the sleek surface, and the esper instinctually put his arm around Zein’s waist, as if reluctant to let go of the guide’s body warmth.

But after satisfying himself by watching the handsome face and pinching the esper’s cheek again, Zein pulled the blanket over Bassena and walked out.

He didn’t see a lot of house staff yesterday, but when he came out, someone already stood beside the door, as if waiting for him. The man bowed his head and gestured toward the stairs. After following the man for a bit, he arrived on a deck with a dining table on it.

And a hangover-looking Radia.

The man was slumping on his chair, looking dazedly at the garden while the sunlight poured softly above his messy crimson hair. What a rare sight.

"You look awful," Zein gave his greeting while staring at the guildmaster’s swollen and red eyes. "I thought you didn’t drink much last night."

"I drank more after midnight," the man said, leaning back and closing his eyes.

"Alone?" a staff offered Zein coffee, and he asked for extra sugar before casually throwing a question. "Did you fight with Han Joon or something?"

Zein just said it absentmindedly, but from the way Radia’s slumped shoulder stiffened at his words, it seemed to be a bullseye.

Since he knew that Radia and Han Joon wasn’t avoiding each other as people had thought, Zein figured the Mobius Captain would come to wish his little brother a happy birthday, and that they’d meet. But he certainly didn’t think they would fight.

"So he came?" Zein stirred his coffee, glancing at the crimson eyes that slowly opened, looking vacant and tired.

The answer to Zein’s question, however, came not from Radia, but from the man running toward them from inside. "Radia! Radia! Did hyung come yesterday?!"

Zein shifted his gaze to the healer, who looked as energetic as ever, albeit while panting. A small box was clutched in his hand, looking more like a box used to seal rare materials rather than a birthday gift.

Although, for a researcher like Han Shin, rare material might be worth more than glamorous jewelry.

"Heal me first before you start yelling!" Radia hissed with a deep frown, something that also could be considered a rare sight.

"Huh--what? Why are you looking more hangover than me?" the healer tilted his head in confusion, although he still reaching out to use his skill on the older man. "What about you, Zein?"

The guide, who was tasting some kind of spicy soup the house staff just gave him, held up his palm to signal that he was okay. He did drink a lot, trying a sip of everything. But he wasn’t that drunk, and his preventive measure at dawn help a lot. The soup also soothe him further, so he was good.

Soon, Radia didn’t look as pale as before, and his frown receded. But that didn’t mean he looked better. All the healing did was return the color to his cheek, not easing the pain in his heart.

Haa...what kind of drama is this? Zein swallowed his sigh along with his omelette. _{freёwebnovel.com}