The atmosphere was so dark that my face was depressed. Dark black clouds covered the entire city. Water drops from the sky slowly fell before becoming more frequent and turning into a heavy rainstorm. The lightning that danced in the clouds made the atmosphere become more and more frightening. And in the middle of a deserted street, a young boy was standing alone in the rain.

A pale white hand rose to his own eye level. A slight tremor that occurs Makes you realize how cold the temperature is right now. His light brown eyes considered the rain falling on himself. Red liquid smeared on his palms, upper arms, face, and now his entire body was covered in blood.

Images of recent events flashed back into my head. The subconscious mind re-envisions the things that haunted it. It was standing opposite him. In the form of a reflection Smiling seductively and saying the same words back and forth.

'red'

'Scream'

'Death'

heavily!!!!

Stiles jumped up in his own bed. A dream? blood? 'Death' a pale white hand rose up and held it tightly in his lap, squeezing it until it became white in the joints, then he slowly eased the pressure on the thin lip, biting at the lips until warm blood flowed down, the pain from the wound made him lose consciousness. go back again A pale white finger lightly touched his own lips and considered it 'red'.

Beautiful eyes turned to look at the digital clock next to the bed, the red numbers indicating the time. Nowadays, it's not the right time to wake up.

A figure slowly moved out of bed. Outside the window, rain was falling, causing the temperature around him to drop. His eyes searched for a good sweater before turning to find the figure of another person sitting on the sofa without receiving it. Invitation from the homeowner

Stiles wasn't too surprised to see him because he usually didn't lock his bedroom window in case Scott might climb in at night. The owner of the house stared at the guest for a while before withdrawing his gaze and sighing heavily at the visitor's self-indulgence that was second to none. Wherever you want to come, come, whenever you want to go, go.

“What is the matter, Mr. Wolf?” a weak voice asked. 'My head hurts. Is it a fever?' Scully thought to himself, gently massaging his temples with his hands.

“Just came to see my girlfriend,” the man waiting to answer answered, “but I didn't expect to see anything strange.”

“Oh...so I hope you're not a big talker...right? Please throw that red sweater over there. Bringing it to me would be a great help.” Stiles continued to argue as he felt his face heat up a bit.

The red sweater that was thrown caused his instincts to immediately grab the floating object in front of him. without thinking about the consequences that follow

“Ouch!!” A cry of pain caused the person sitting there to quickly move up from the sofa when he saw the other person's pain.

The fishy smell of blood from the wound coming from some of his bodies made Derek even more worried. His hands grabbed the other man and placed him in his arms without any care. The sound of the scolding of someone who was even slightly hurt and threw off their shoes and left them on the ground. Sitting up on the bed, he gently laid the injured person down so as not to hurt him too much. His hands locked the other person's wrists above his head and he lifted his shirt to see the scar on his smooth, white abdomen. The red bandage was oozing out, a sign that the wound was probably open again.

“Stay still,” he said in a slightly fierce voice when he saw that the person in front of him was starting to struggle again.

“Let me go!” A loud voice shouted from the lips before the kiss.

“Where is the first aid kit?”

“Hey, I--”

“Shut up, I won't say it again.” The brown eyes turned blue, causing the boy to immediately stop what he was doing. Those big, frightened eyes were quite adorable to look at.

“In the closet”

Derek set the other man free and went to rummage through the boy's closet. He placed the first aid kit on the bed and walked out of the room as familiar as his own home. Luckily the sheriff wasn't here today so he didn't have to. Hiding and hiding in doing a lot.

Derek re-entered the room with a small basin along with a towel and a few other things. He turned back to the bed. The sight made his furrowed brows relax slightly when he saw that the boy who had just been yelling a few minutes ago was already asleep hugging his own sweater. Derek reached out and shook the young man gently to wake the sleeping man.

"Stiles, wake up first."

“Derek, oh, oh, no, no.” The sleepy voice that called his name made Derek's heart skip a bit. Because this kid doesn't often call his name, only in situations where he is at risk of death.

“You need to take medicine. Stiles, you probably have a fever. I will make a new wound for you.”

"I'll take care of the wound first. Please give me a little more."

“Sigh.”

He sighed and took off the old bandage and threw it into the trash can. He reached out and grabbed a towel, wrung out the water and gently wiped the wound. The wound that looked like it had been cut by a sharp object was starting to heal somewhat. Makes me think of the time when that kid waited until all his friends had gone back. and fell in front of him that day, he was responsible for carrying Stiles, who was unconscious, to the hospital.

He was also the person who was scolded by Lisa for having come later than this. The busy person would have gone into shock due to blood loss.

But when I told someone about the boy's wound, he shouted loudly and refused, reasoning that he shouldn't make friends who had just finished various stories worry about themselves. It's difficult for him to have to look after him and stay away.

After finishing dressing the wound, Derek reached out and placed his hand on the sleeping man's forehead. His thick brows furrowed together again as he felt the temperature rise even higher than before. He immediately decided that no matter what, he had to let this kid take medicine even if he was sick and didn't have school tomorrow. His front hand grabbed the other's shoulder and shook him again.

“Kid, you have to get up and take this medicine.”

'No, you can eat instead.' 'Well, if I could eat instead, I'd done it a long time ago and wouldn't have woken up,' Derek thought to himself.

“Stiles,” he tried lowering his voice to intimidate people because it always worked.

"I'm not afraid of you." The mischievous one was still stunned and buried his face in the pillow.

"Well, I guess I warned you."

“Uh huh.”

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly before he slowly revealed a mischievous smile as he thought of something. The young man picked up the thin body and put it in a suitable position. The smaller person moved to find warmth from his body because of the coldness from the falling rain. Derek slipped the pills and water into his mouth, grabbed the back of his neck again, and pressed his lips against the sleeping man's, who didn't open his mouth to respond. Unconsciously, the thick tongue immediately began to do its job, sweeping up the medicine, forcing the other person to swallow it.

The medication had ended, but Derek didn't stop. He gently sucked the man's lips again and began to taste the sweetness of his lips. The fishy smell of blood from the thin mouth wounds stimulated his raw instincts. It's really good. His tongue played endlessly with the small tongue in the other person's mouth. When the person in front of him was nearly out of breath, he pulled away and slowly pressed his lips down again.

Stiles' unconscious mind ordered him to kiss back based on his own feelings and emotions. The other's clumsy attempt to kiss back made even those with previous experiences endear him. The two of them kissed for a while. When Derek saw that the brat was starting to hurt his body in protest, he regretfully released himself from his arms.

Stiles rolled onto the bed and picked up the blanket on the floor and rolled it up into a tight barrier with the big man's amused eyes watching. The disadvantaged man gasped for breath from the marathon kiss that had just passed before turning his red face. Came to lash out at him a lot and turned around to control the blanket and escape. But soon he began to pretend to fall asleep due to the effects of the medicine.

When he saw that the troublemaker had gone quiet, he picked up his things and went up to his room to sleep with him. Even though I was able to go home from the rain, I was too lazy to sleep and hug this kid. It's better to wait and see the reaction when he wakes up than when he sees a cute face. When he's shocked, it's also fun in a good way. He takes off his leather jacket and falls down and lies on the bed. The person who is sleeping reaches out in the dark and pulls the other person in. I hugged him and slowly closed my eyes to enter the realm of dreams, quickly following the smaller person. Hoping that another person would dream of him.

“Good Night My Boy”

…...End?……

The person who pretended to be asleep slowly woke up with a face that was completely red. He stretched out and kissed the tip of the other person's chin and muttered to himself. With a voice so soft you could barely hear him, he immediately lulled himself to sleep.

“Good Night My Big Wolf”

Because his back was turned, Stiles couldn't see the sly wolf's smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Derek's embrace tightened. Is this all the lace that he can't see, but no matter what, today he will still make a profit. It's time for the two of them to actually sleep together...

…...End(

It's really finished)……