NPC Fell onto My Bed C47

Chapter 47

When they returned home, Noah was so weak he could not even climb out of the car by himself. The moment his feet touched the ground, his legs trembled like those of a newborn fawn, and even the arm he placed against the door for support shook just as badly.

In the end, even after arriving home, Noah had no choice but to rely on Gu Taeheon’s arms. Fortunately, Taeheon was a towering athlete standing over 190 centimeters; had he been any less sturdy, carrying an adult man around like this would have been a serious ordeal.

With Taeheon’s help, Noah was laid onto the bed. He stared anxiously at the bedsheets and his dust-covered clothes. After passing through such a disastrous fire scene, his condition was a mess. He worried he might stain the bed.

“Taeheon-nim, I am dirty right now. I should cleanse myself first—”

“I’ll bring clothes. Stay there.”

“I cannot trouble you with something like that.”

“Can you get up?”

Taeheon pressed down on Noah’s forehead when he kept trying to sit up. With a soft thud, Noah was forced back onto the bed, and Taeheon left the room.

Only then did Noah realize he had been placed not in his own room, but in Taeheon’s. The memory of the day he first fell onto this very bed remained vivid. He had knelt here, misunderstood as a burglar, trying to prove his innocence.

And now he was lying on Taeheon’s bed on purpose…

Soon, Taeheon returned and handed Noah fresh clothes. Noah attempted to lift his body to take them, but his fingers lacked strength. The clothing slipped and tumbled to the floor.

“…I’ll dress you. Just wait.”

By this point, Noah wondered just how far he had pushed his divine power—how he had ended up like this. Novice priests often overextended themselves, but even they did not suffer to this degree.

Before he could dwell further, Taeheon reached toward him. As those large hands brushed the buckle of Noah’s pants, Noah’s stomach caved in reflexively.

“Hhk.”

“There’s no need to be that tense.”

“A-ah… yes.”

But Noah could not help it. The moment Taeheon’s fingers touched his waistband, his mind flashed back to that recent night—when Taeheon’s rut had surged and he had devoured Noah without restraint. No one had ever desired him like that before.

Lost in the memory, Noah did not even notice his pants being slid off. Suddenly in only his underwear, he flusteredly tugged down the hem of his shirt to cover his lower body—though with no strength in his arms, even that was pitiful.

“Lift your hips.”

He only gave the instruction so he could help Noah put on elastic-waist pants—but every word dragged Noah’s mind back to that night. His face flushed from neck to hairline, and he obediently raised his hips to slip into the fresh pants.

The top was easier. Once changed, he did not look like he would further soil the bed. Not quite freshly bathed, but acceptable.

“I’m going to shower. Sleep early.”

“Here? I will return to my room to sleep.”

“I’ll sleep there. The beds are the same anyway.”

Although Taeheon’s bed was larger, when Noah considered how he had already dirtied it, he accepted that it was only right for him to sleep here tonight.

Click. Thud.

Taeheon switched off the lights and closed the door gently behind him. Alone on the wide bed, Noah stared blankly at the ceiling.

In the pitch-dark room—just as Taeheon preferred—no stray light intruded. He had heard before that Taeheon avoided anything that could disturb sleep. Perhaps that was why the emptiness felt so stark.

It would have been nice to see even a single star through a window.

But Noah had no strength to rise and open the curtains. He gave up and shut his eyes.

I should sleep. Recover quickly, so I don’t trouble Taeheon-nim further…

Shhh—

Water ran faintly from the bathroom through the walls. Time passed; the water stopped. Footsteps followed.

“…This won’t do.”

It hit Noah suddenly—he was listening for Taeheon’s every sound like some sort of deranged person. His body ached, exhaustion pressed down on him, yet sleep refused to come, and his mind kept wandering.

He forced himself to roll onto his side. Normally he slept on his back, hands on his stomach like a body laid to rest, but today he twisted and fidgeted.

Eventually, lights outside went out. Creak, click. Taeheon must have gone into Noah’s room. Silence settled.

“Haa…”

How long did he lie there alone?

With a long sigh, Noah finally pushed himself up. Even lifting his torso made him tremble violently, but he somehow managed to sit, then lower his feet.

He had no energy to put on his house slippers. Leaning heavily against the wall, dragging his legs, he staggered toward his destination.

“I apologize…”

He did not know who he was apologizing to. But walking from Taeheon’s room to his own in such a state was torture. By the time he collapsed onto the living room sofa, breath ragged—

“…Noah?”

The door to Noah’s room opened and Taeheon stepped out. Seeing Noah slumped on the sofa, he rushed to him.

“Why are you out here? Not sleeping?”

“That is…”

Noah opened and closed his mouth, unable to speak. Anything he said would sound childish—spoiled.

“…Sleep will not come. If—if it is not too much trouble, Taeheon-nim…”

May I sleep beside you just for tonight?

The plea stuck in his throat. Noah glanced up nervously. Was he allowed to do this? Allowed to cling? Allowed to be childish…?

He had never had the luxury to behave like this. As a war orphan, he had never been permitted to be weak. To be held. To want warmth.

And yet here he was, at his age, yearning for care. Embarrassment burned him. He turned, intending to retreat—

—but Taeheon swept him up in his arms.

“I’m scared to sleep alone.”

“…Pardon?”

“Stay with me?”

Without waiting for permission, Taeheon carried him back. The room he had planned to sleep in was dimly lit; clearly, he too had not been able to rest.

“I keep thinking about today. I’m scared.”

Yet his expression held not a trace of fear. Seeing that face, Noah smiled faintly.

“Yes… then let us do so.”

Surely, every word Taeheon spoke was what Noah himself longed to say. Taeheon understood, so he spoke first, giving Noah an excuse.

So I was afraid to sleep alone.

Realization struck only when someone else voiced it. Noah nestled into Taeheon’s embrace on the narrow bed. The super-single barely held them, forcing their bodies close.

“Taeheon-nim, I am sorry. And… thank you.”

The gratitude was a soft mumble. Noah felt ashamed—he had endured real battlefields, yet one fire scene reduced him to this fragile state.

But Taeheon simply pulled him closer, arms firm around him. Only then did Noah breathe evenly and drift to sleep.

That night, Taeheon did not sleep at all. Noah thrashed in nightmares, whimpering from ghosts he could not escape. Through the entire long night, Taeheon only held him silently, tightly.

Noah had suffered far too long. And always, alone. Without even realizing it himself.