The Companion Player Doesn’t Want a Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 19

When Yin Zhao entered the room with the doctor, he froze for several seconds at the scene before him. It was not until Qi Ming, who was leaning against the headboard, opened his eyes to look at him that Yin Zhao snapped out of it and anxiously urged the doctor to bandage Qi Ming’s foot.

The wound was bleeding heavily and looked terrifying, but the glass had not actually gone very deep; it had only sliced the skin. The shards on the floor had already been cleared away, and the blood-stained carpet was rolled up and set aside. Kim Woo-sung knelt worriedly by the bed, while Cui Yuxuan and Bian He were side by side on the floor, being punished with push-ups.

Yin Zhao’s heart finally settled back into place when he heard the doctor say the injury was not serious. It would scab over in a few days and would not affect future stage performances. Yin Zhao was still in his pajamas and slippers, his hair a mess. It was obvious he had bolted out of his room the moment he received the call about the leader being injured.

“It is the middle of the night! What on earth are you all fighting about? If you have this much energy, does that mean today’s practice intensity was not enough?” Yin Zhao’s face was full of ferocity, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

“I am sorry!” “It is my fault, do not blame the leader.”

The two on the floor spoke simultaneously between gasps for air, their sweat dripping steadily onto the floor.

Qi Ming sat with two pillows stacked behind his back, his right leg bent upward with the pant leg rolled to the knee. As the doctor used a cotton swab to disinfect the wound, Qi Ming closed his eyes and swallowed a groan of pain.

“You brats! You fought until your faces look like this? Are you crazy? What were you thinking?” Yin Zhao put on his glasses and finally saw the bruising and swelling on Yuxuan and Bian He. It was bad enough that they were nearly disfigured. His anger flared instantly.

“Yin-ge, they are just kids having a disagreement. Do not be angry.” Seeing that Yin Zhao wanted to press for details, Qi Ming winced and let out a soft hiss of pain.

Hearing this, Yin Zhao hurriedly leaned over the bed. He reached out to brush the sweat-dampened hair from Qi Ming’s forehead and chided him. “You are all in your twenties; why do you still look at them as children? You are always protecting them. You are the leader, not their father. There is no need to”

“Ah, it hurts so much.”

“Yin Zhao-ge, the leader is in so much pain, please stop lecturing him! This was not even his fault!” Kim Woo-sung held Qi Ming’s hand, his voice bordering on a sob.

“Fine, I will stop. But there will be punishment. After the push-ups, you two will have your practice hours doubled for the next month. Do you hear me?”

“We hear you.” “Yes.”

After hundreds of push-ups, they were struggling to breathe. They knew Qi Ming was covering for them. In the end, only the four members of the team knew the true cause of the bloody dispute: a jealous scramble for the leader’s affection.

During his recovery, Qi Ming could not participate in team rehearsals. He had to sit in the practice room with a medical crutch and watch. Despite this, he did not slack off.

“Cui Yuxuan, for the chorus hand gesture, lift your left hand a bit higher.”

He tapped the floor in front of Kim Woo-sung with his crutch. “Woo-sung, your steps here need to suppress the drumbeat of the accompaniment. No, I am not telling you to rush the beat. Look in the mirror; the distance between you and Bian He is nearly a meter.”

Qi Ming provided guidance impartially, acting as if he had completely forgotten the events of that night. He had returned to being the gentle and patient leader they knew. The face filled with disappointment and anger seemed like a hallucination from a nightmare.

However, one thing had clearly changed.

The day before the second concert, after practice ended, Qi Ming walked into his room and was suddenly pressed against the wall with great force. A hand was placed behind his shoulder to cushion him against the hard surface. Before Qi Ming could see the person’s face, the other party hugged him tightly and rested his head on Qi Ming’s shoulder.

“Why” The person’s voice was thick with tears, and their hot breath tickled the side of his neck. “Hyung, why are you treating me like this?”

Hearing that familiar yet fragile voice, Qi Ming paused slightly. He looked up and met a pair of bloodshot eyes. Cui Yuxuan’s eyes were incredibly red, and his eyelashes were wet. He looked like a small animal that had suffered a great injustice. Only by holding Qi Ming in such a forceful embrace could he find a modicum of comfort.

“How am I treating you?” Qi Ming sighed soundlessly and asked in a low voice.

Qi Ming’s response only made Yuxuan more emotional. He grabbed Qi Ming’s right hand and pressed it against the left side of his own chest. “For the past few months, you have been calling me by my full name. It hurts here,” he rasped.

Through the thin fabric, Qi Ming felt a clear and powerful throb. Beat after beat, like the drums in their backing tracks, it pounded against Qi Ming’s hand.

“Do you dislike me calling you by your name?”

“No, no! I love it when you call my name. But why do you not call me ‘Xiao Xuan’ anymore? You only call the other two by nicknames. When we first met, you called me that! I was so happy back then.”

Crying over such a small thing. Qi Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled inwardly. He reached out with his left hand and gently brushed away the tears on Yuxuan’s lashes. “Do not cry, Xiao Xuan.”

As soon as the words left his lips, Yuxuan hugged him again, bringing his face very close. With a click, the overhead light was turned off, plunging them into darkness. Qi Ming could not see the expression on the face before him, but he could feel warm breath touching the tip of his nose.

His shoulders were gripped tightly. He heard Yuxuan lean into his ear and ask in a broken voice, “Hyung, do you not want me anymore? Am I not being good enough?”

Is he not being good? No. In Qi Ming’s eyes, Yuxuan had been the best behaved lately. Even though he loathed Bian He to the point of wanting to tear him apart, the boy had forced himself to act like a good teammate and had retracted all his thorns. Though this harmony was as fragile as dried, yellowing paper that would crumble at a touch, or even on its own over time.

“No, our Yuxuan is a good boy.” Qi Ming placed his palm on the back of Yuxuan’s head and stroked his hair gently. No one could resist such a gesture, especially a young man who was already deeply infatuated and still pure in his emotions.

When Yuxuan cupped Qi Ming’s cheeks, his fingertips were trembling, and even his breathing was shaky. Qi Ming could smell the faint scent of body wash on him; it was the same peach scent that Qi Ming used.

“Hyung” The young man barely got the word out before he swallowed it. The next second, cool lips crashed against Qi Ming’s.

Qi Ming lowered his eyelashes and did not dodge. The sensation on his lips was laughably amateur. Yuxuan seemed afraid of hurting him, yet also afraid that Qi Ming would push him away. The pressure of the kiss was inconsistent, lacking any real technique. His signature canine tooth, which fans loved so much, accidentally grazed the corner of Qi Ming’s lip, drawing blood.

Sensing the metallic taste of blood, Yuxuan panicked. His breathing became as erratic as leaves in a typhoon, and his hands trembled against Qi Ming’s face once more.

“Do not rush,” Qi Ming whispered, his voice mingling with their shared breath. He reached up and stroked the heated nape of Yuxuan’s neck with his fingertips. He tilted his head and gently touched his lips to Yuxuan’s frantic ones, moving slowly as if teaching a child to walk. “Kissing is not about biting like this.”

As he spoke, Qi Ming applied slight pressure, bringing their lips closer. He slowly swept his tongue across Yuxuan’s lip line in a guiding motion. He moved his hand from Yuxuan’s chest to his jaw, giving it a gentle squeeze. He did not speak, but silently signaled for Yuxuan to open his mouth.

Yuxuan stiffened as if burned but quickly obeyed. Qi Ming did not go deep; he only lightly tangled his tongue with the other’s. It was reminiscent of the gentle way he had just stroked Yuxuan’s hair.

The young man had clearly never experienced this before. For a first kiss, this level of intimacy caused an unsatisfied whimper to escape his throat. Qi Ming noticed Yuxuan trying his best to mimic and respond, though his movements remained clumsy and reckless, nearly clashing their teeth together again.

Qi Ming let out a helpless, low laugh and pulled back slightly. He pinched Yuxuan’s burning earlobe. “It seems you cannot learn this all at once.” In the dark, he reached out to tidy the sweat-dampened hair on the boy’s forehead. “Let us stop here for today, okay?”

However, Yuxuan, who had been silent, suddenly shed his “good boy” persona. Suppressing some deep emotion, he gave a quick, sharp answer: “No.” Then he kissed Qi Ming again.

Saliva trailed down the corner of Qi Ming’s mouth. He tilted his head to move away, but Yuxuan was relentless and followed him closely. This time, it was no longer a shy nibble. Yuxuan rubbed his lips against Qi Ming’s, tentatively extending his tongue to lick between his teeth, slowly finding a rhythm.

Gradually, the young man could no longer hold back. The kiss became urgent and fierce. He reached down to lift Qi Ming’s shirt, his fingers wandering aimlessly over the contours of Qi Ming’s abdominal muscles.

Qi Ming placed his hand on the back of Yuxuan’s neck and pulled him away with a firm, undeniable strength. As their lips separated, a wet sound filled the air, leaving a long silver thread between them. Both were panting, though Yuxuan’s breathing was far more labored.

“What are you angry about?” After a moment of silence, Qi Ming spoke first. Having lived together for so many years, he knew the personalities of his members inside out. Yuxuan’s refusal to listen and his stubborn silence meant he was upset.

“Hyung, why are you so skilled at this?”

Qi Ming had not expected Yuxuan to be so perceptive. He pursed his lips and wiped his chin. He could hardly admit that his skill came from practicing with many others. If he said that, the boy would likely explode on the spot and demand every single name, names Qi Ming could not remember because there were too many, and they were all insignificant.

“Whether it was singing, dancing, or the Seoul dialect, I was the one who taught you. Xiao Xuan, you only need to know that everything you possess will be taught by me. That includes kissing, and even going to bed.”

Perhaps because Qi Ming mentioned the latter, Yuxuan’s hand flinched. The young man’s voice lost its questioning tone and returned to his usual submissive self. “Then, hyung, do you hate me? Do you hate that I just kissed you?”

“If I hated you, what would you do?” Qi Ming was often mischievous, answering questions with counter-questions, even though he disliked it when others did the same to him.

“No, please, hyung! Do not hate me. I like you; I really love you. If you hate me, I will die.” Even though it was just a hypothetical, Yuxuan sounded as if it were a reality, becoming incoherent with fear.

“Do not be afraid. I do not hate you.”

“Then, do you like me?”

Hearing this cautious, tentative question, Qi Ming’s lips curled into a familiar smile. He pressed a finger against the center of Yuxuan’s lips and spoke in an instructional tone once more. “Xiao Xuan, you should know that kissing is something people only do when they like each other.”

And I just kissed you.

As Qi Ming expected, Yuxuan said nothing. He suddenly threw his arms around Qi Ming and kissed him again without restraint. As he kissed him, he pushed Qi Ming backward. They stumbled back several steps before falling onto Qi Ming’s bed. Qi Ming’s clothes were caught in the fray, the sound of tearing fabric audible.

Qi Ming calmly rolled over, pinning Yuxuan beneath him and gripping his wrist with one hand. With the other, he reached over and clicked on the room light. He looked down at his ruined shirt. The collar had been torn down to his chest, revealing the curve of his muscles and shoulder. The remains of the garment hung loosely around his waist, barely covering his navel, with his physique visible through the gaps in the fabric.

Seemingly accustomed to such scenes, Qi Ming did not worry about his tattered clothes. He raised an eyebrow and smiled at Yuxuan. “Xiao Xuan, are you Godzilla? Is there a need to be in such a rush? The clothes are ruined, and this piece was quite expensive.”

“I… I will buy you more. I will buy you ten… no, a hundred. I will buy as many as you want.” Pinned to the bed, Yuxuan made a symbolic attempt to struggle with his wrist while his eyes darted around. He looked everywhere, but his gaze kept sliding back to Qi Ming’s upper body. He clearly wanted to look but was too embarrassed, yet he could not help himself. His ears were beet red.

“Is it a monetary attack this time?” Qi Ming was amused by the boy’s pure-hearted reaction. He took Yuxuan’s hand and pressed it firmly against his own abdomen. “Is our Yuxuan that shy? You are afraid to look? Then just touch it directly.”

Feeling the texture beneath his palm, Yuxuan completely froze. He could not believe this was happening; he felt as if he were in a dream. This was a scene he had dreamed of countless times. Yuxuan shifted his hand to interlock his fingers with Qi Ming’s. With red-rimmed eyes and a hoarse voice, he said, “Hyung, I want you.”

“As long as you perform well and wait until this concert and the fansign are over.”

“I will hold you to that, hyung. I will work hard.”

“Good boy.”