CHAPTER 129: “HENRY” APPEARS

[The Wolf Doesn’t Eat Meat]: Joshua is looking forward to meeting such adorable fans! Pics, pics.

[How many posts has Wolf made today already?]

[Hahaha, he’s probably gone crazy at this point.]

[I wonder if Wolf will do something over the top at the fansign, because to me, he already looks entirely out of control.]

[Unfollowing for a day. I’ll come back when Wolf calms down. Goodbye, everyone.]

[Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter.]

[Go stream the music.]

No matter what, a long and tiring day of work had finally come to an end.

After finishing the fansign, they even went to film another interview program. By the time they got into the car, Joshua felt like his head was floating in the clouds. In the end, he couldn’t hold on anymore and leaned over directly.

Henry quickly reached out to support Joshua’s head and placed it on his shoulder.

Joshua’s breathing had even turned steady.

Seeing this from the side, Luther couldn’t help but frown. Why didn’t Joshua fall toward him but toward Henry?

But thinking about it again... it made sense that Joshua didn’t fall on him.

Luther thought to himself, and the ridiculous garbage from his dream resurfaced in his mind.

The annoying thing was that it had been so vivid. He wanted to forget it, but he almost couldn’t.

Every time Joshua looked at him, he could practically imagine how Joshua would look beneath him, gasping and moaning with desire.

That expression on Joshua’s face...

How could he have dreamed something like that?! Every time he remembered it, Luther just wanted to punch himself.

They were friends—he had said that he and Joshua would be best friends, all the way until the end of their lives—but now, was that the kind of dream a friend should even be having about his friend?!

But he clearly wasn’t gay...

You’re disgusting, Luther. You hate that stuff, you always have—and now you’re in love with a man.

Joshua would find him disgusting, too, just like how he constantly criticized Leonard.

Silence filled the car.

Joshua, still dazed, was woken up by Henry calling him.

Swaying into the room, he washed up and immediately collapsed onto the bed. Henry still wanted Joshua to eat dinner, but using the excuse of having eaten noodles that afternoon, Joshua absolutely wasn’t going to leave his warm, soft, excellent bed ever again.

Late at night, Joshua drifted between sleep and wakefulness. He seemed to hear a rustling sound, as if someone had sat down beside his bed—but the scent was so familiar.

Henry had sat down beside Joshua’s bed, lifting his hand to gently brush across Joshua’s face.

Joshua seemed to feel a slight chill from his hand, furrowed his brows, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Henry sitting there beside his bed.

He blinked, feeling as if he hadn’t fully woken up yet. But even when he closed his eyes and opened them again, Henry was still there.

In the middle of the night, what the hell was Henry doing sitting by his bed?!

Henry seemed amused by Joshua’s expression and actions.

He couldn’t help but smile, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Joshua’s hair.

Joshua’s eyes widened, staring at Henry in a daze, as if trying to confirm something.

Henry simply looked back at him, his gaze intent.

Suddenly, Joshua threw himself forward, clutching Henry tightly, his hands gripping Henry’s shirt until the veins stood out from the force.

His breathing was a bit ragged, his eyes red, tears glistening.

Feeling Joshua’s slight trembling, Henry felt as if his own heart were breaking.

He gently patted Joshua’s back and once more pressed a soft kiss to his hair.

"Y-you... It’s you, right? Henry, hic... hic..."

Joshua murmured, starting to sob. No matter what, this was definitely his Henry—he couldn’t be mistaken.

"Don’t cry, Joshua. It’s okay now. Seeing you here... it makes me happy," Henry said softly.

But his following words left Joshua stunned: "Luther has a mother. That might help you with your mission."

Joshua stared at Henry in shock.

What did he mean by that? What did he know about the mission and the system?

But the real question was—how did he know? How could he possibly know this...

"Y-you..."

Before Joshua could ask anything, Henry suddenly closed his eyes and then collapsed onto him, his body pressing against Joshua.

Henry was much heavier than Joshua, and Joshua struggled slightly to support him.

He held onto Henry, and the two of them lay down together on the bed.

Joshua cupped Henry’s face with both hands, panic in his voice: "Henry... don’t go. Henry, open your eyes, Henry."

But no matter how much he called, Henry did not open his eyes, his breathing steady and even.

Joshua pressed his lips together, as if resigned.

He clung tightly to Henry, burying his whole body against him.

In the darkness, only soft sobs could be heard. The tears soaked into the fabric, unheard by anyone.

Dawn.

Henry frowned, feeling as if his mind had just gone through a whirlwind, a little painful, but quickly returning to normal.

At this moment, he realized he was holding something in his arms.

It was Joshua. His eyes were closed, eyebrows still slightly furrowed, and the corners of his eyes were wet with tears. Henry had no idea how long Joshua had been crying.

Henry felt a flash of panic, thinking Joshua might be sleepwalking. And then, realizing that he himself was lying on Joshua’s bed instead of his own, he started to doubt himself.

Could it be his turn to sleepwalk now?

Henry shifted slightly, intending to return to his own bed—he couldn’t let Joshua notice. Usually, even if Joshua sleepwalked and clung to him, Henry would carry him back to bed at dawn.

But the moment he moved, he felt Joshua’s hand gripping the hem of his shirt tightly, murmuring something anxiously.

All Henry could do was hug Joshua, faintly hearing him say not to leave.

Henry lowered his eyes to Joshua’s sorrowful face, his heart aching with each glance.

He brushed the tears from Joshua’s face, murmuring: "Who could it be, that’s worth your longing like this... Joshua... forget him."

Henry whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Joshua’s hair, soothing him softly as he remained lost in his nightmare.

When Joshua finally woke, he was still a little dazed, as if unsure what day it was.

He looked up at the ceiling until something cool touched his face.

Only then did he look over and see Luther sitting by his bed, holding a towel with ice, pressing it to the corner of his eye.

Joshua instinctively closed one eye.

Luther smiled: "Finally awake? Your eyes’s swollen like a pig’s."

Joshua instinctively touched his face and asked: "What time is it now?"

"Past lunchtime," Luther said softly. He paused for a moment, then couldn’t help adding: "Are you really okay, Joshua?"

Joshua knew he was fine—completely fine. It was just... Henry.

Joshua was curious—so this Henry really was his Henry, right? But he only came late at night.

He even reminded him of things... what did he know, and did he have anything to do with the system?

All kinds of questions swirled in Joshua’s mind.

Luther watched Joshua stare at him, lost in thought. He lowered his gaze but ultimately couldn’t resist biting Joshua’s finger a little.

Joshua flinched, looked at him in suspicion, then hurriedly said: "I’m fine. Really fine!"