Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 87

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Episode 87

In the darkness where light slept, a pale sliver of moonlight touched Fession.
The brush of wind and the sound of grass insects melted into the dark. Between the landscape holding its breath in silence, only one pair of eyes—clear and steady, following only me—stood vivid.
“You?”
Everything flows slowly.
“Why are you here?”
A moment as if time itself had stopped.
The only person moving with vitality in my field of vision was Fession alone.
“I came to see you.”
“Yet you turned down my request for an audience.”
“That’s because…….”
Long lashes lowered slightly. The shadow cast by them veiled the eyes. The clumsy emotion that dwelt in those eyes, too.
“……I was busy.”
The cheek touched by moonlight was pale. If Fession seemed to tremble, was something wrong with me?
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I’m the crown prince, after all.”
Fession lifted his gaze again and spoke in a soft voice.
“It’s true. Mother and I were swamped dealing with the delegations for the Foundation Day Festival.”
When my expression still didn’t change, the corners of his long eyes drooped slightly.
“I didn’t even have time to visit Harun.”
“…….”
“You didn’t mind skipping your training without me, did you?”
His voice, threaded with a faint smile, was teasing.
Fession watched for my reaction before gently grasping my hand. From the touch of our joined hands, warmth spread through me, awakening senses that had gone rigid.
My expression nearly crumbled.
To a stark truth I could no longer deny, I could only respond with a quiet moan.
“I’ll believe you. Just this once.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
His eyes closed gracefully into crescents. A sweet smile, as if melting away, played at his lips.
Had Fession always been this beautiful……?
I felt my heart’s rhythm growing stronger, more pronounced.
Everything—what I saw, what I heard, the feel of his hand—was so unfamiliar that I felt as though I’d returned to the beginning.
To the moment I first met Fession.
“Arelin.”
His delicate features, like a doll’s, shone luminously even in the dark. Eyes glistening with moisture gleamed with transparency. There was something sorrowful in that gaze.
When our eyes met, Fession’s pale cheeks flushed a peach color as he smiled shyly.
Ah.
Beautiful.
I’d never felt the limits of my language and poverty of my vocabulary so keenly.
Though my feet remained heavy as if submerged in water and my body felt as if sinking, the sound of my own heartbeat rang clear as anything.
“You’re beautiful.”
Did I really just speak those words aloud?
“So very, very beautiful, Arelin.”
Fession, his pretty face flushed like someone who’d encountered something divine, showered me with his admiration.
But who’s really the beautiful one here.
My heart trembled watching Fession smile with his eyes, turning away shyly.
Fession moved his hand carefully, letting his fingers slip between mine. Our interlaced fingers fit together—soft yet firm, utterly entwined.
I understood it then.
This was different.
A feeling my twin, Harun, Mehren, Father, my caregivers, no one could give me.
Dizzied by that distant sensation seeping in like a swamp, I unknowingly furrowed my brow.
……I think I’m going to cry.
I don’t understand why tears are filling my eyes. I just felt like crying.
“Arelin, what’s wrong?”
Why are you so tender with me?
It only makes me want to cry more.
“Does something hurt?”
“Yes. I think something’s wrong with me.”
It was the only way this feeling made sense.
The eyes holding me, the hand reaching for me, the voice speaking to me—all of it was so good it made me want to die.
I was desperately, heartachingly fond of Fession worrying over me.
The feeling of affection took shape and slowly spread its territory.
That emotion, born from Fession, extended to the ground beneath his feet, to the sky that formed his backdrop, to this Garden and the world itself.
Merely because Fession existed, the world became beautiful.
“Arelin, you’re acting strange today.”
I must be losing my mind.
“Are you really not feeling well?”
How could I not be?
With a soft laugh, unfamiliar warmth touched my forehead.
“You don’t have a fever.”
Fession pressed his forehead against mine and grinned broadly.
The impulse to run and the urge to crash into him with all my strength and shatter completely exist within me at once.
How did it come to this?
How, exactly, why…….
The sudden rush of realization resembled despair more than anything. A feeling I wanted to deny but ultimately could not.
A deep sense of defeat wrapped itself around me.
‘I wish I’d never known.’
If I hadn’t seen Chloe.
Vague regret seeped in—regret I couldn’t direct at anyone, regret toward nothing in particular.
That child was lovely.
You’ll come to love her too.
The despair I’d buried lifted its head.
You’ll leave me and cast me aside.
This relationship, too, will be nothing but a fleeting moment.
Just a sweet, dreamlike instant.
And yet.
“Why.”
Clearer than the vague dread I’d swallowed was a sharp sensation—the dazzling, distant ecstasy of stars pouring down from the sky.
“Why do you look like that?”
“Because you’re beautiful.”
“…….”
“You’re dazzlingly, breathtakingly beautiful, so…….”
I can’t even open my eyes.
Ah. I’ve gone and wanted something I can never have again.
The only reason I didn’t finally break down was sheer pride, hardened like habit.
Though I sensed the ending, the defeat, the conclusion, I couldn’t let go—because I was weak.
“Fession.”
“Yes?”
“That day.”
Fession stilled.
“Why did you run?”
“…….”
Fession’s expression went rigid, his lips quivering before pressing firmly shut. Lashes wet with anxiety trembled slightly.
“Did you see me embrace Harun?”
“Do you…… like Harun?”
His eyes darkened and sank.
“If Arelin likes Harun…….”
“If I like him, what?”
“…….”
Fession sealed his lips tight.
The expression on his face suggested the world had ended, and strangely, a peculiar joy bloomed in a corner of my heart. I was ruined.
Truly ruined.
“Smooth out that frown.”
I laughed, pressing and smoothing away the crease between Fession’s brows.
“I just wanted to check something. That’s all.”
Life returned to Fession’s eyes.
“Check what?”
“Something important.”
“What is it?”
“I won’t tell you.”
“Then hug me too.”
Fession’s eyes shifted, and he pouted in a way unlike him.
“Embrace me. Hold me.”
“……Alright.”
“Wait, are you really going to hug me?”
“Why, would you prefer I fake it?”
Fession’s face turned scarlet in an instant—adorable. His honest, transparent way of showing emotion was endearing. I pulled him into my arms willingly.
Was it because he was taller than me? I was holding him, yet it felt as if I was the one being held.
“Did you kiss Harun?”
His voice was close. It tickled somehow, so I bit my lip.
“No.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“What about anyone else?”
“No one.”
The sound of hurried breathing reached my ears.
“Then will you kiss me?”
His trembling voice made the proposal sound so earnest that I winced and pulled away from Fession.
“No.”
Just embracing him makes my heart race like this—if I’m a sunfish-hearted fool like that, I’d have a heart attack for sure.
Fession drooped, lowering his head. The illusion of ears and a tail wilting down made me let out an involuntary laugh.
“Later.”
“Huh? Huh?”
Fession’s eyes went wide with an expression of pleasant shock.
“Really? Truly? For real?!”
Seeing him so delighted, I belatedly realized what I’d just promised, and embarrassment flooded through me.
Fession clung to me as I tried to escape, his excitement mounting.
Watching him so happy made my heart happy too. It was severe.
‘I shouldn’t love him this much.’
I tried to manufacture some sense of caution, but the floating, weightless feeling kept returning—as if I were treading on clouds.
The fact that all these emotions stemmed from just one person seemed so strange…….
It was wondrous.
“Arelin, shall we dance?”
Music drifted faintly from afar—so soft it would vanish if you weren’t listening closely.
“You know how to dance?”
“Of course I do.”
I laughed at Fession’s boast that he excelled at everything his body could do.
“I’m not good at it.”
“That’s fine. I’m excellent at it.”
Since there was only the two of us here, it didn’t matter if we stumbled, Fession said, and he led me forward.
I placed my hand where he showed me and followed his lead—and found myself laughing for no reason.
When I laughed, Fession laughed with me. Each time we laughed, it felt as if soap bubbles were popping all around us. A ticklish sensation bloomed and swelled within me.
A moonlit ball for two alone.
Only starlike light illuminated us, and in that gently glittering landscape, I foresaw it.
That I could never forget this moment.
Not until my dying breath. Not even in death.

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