Sleeping Beast

“No, don’t do that!”

Slap!

Rafi exerted more strength than before and hit the half-naked man’s hand like a two-year-old. The back of his hand turned red. The half-naked body shrank as if he was surprised.

“You can’t eat hair.”

“….”

The way of speaking changed in an instant. It happened naturally when he thought he was two years old.

The half-naked man who lost his hair mumbled. It was more of a pouting motion than a mumbling motion. He didn’t seem to like it when he told him not to.

“Who are you? Do you know your name?” Raffy asked.

He turned his head without an answer. This time, the nose, not the lips, was twitching.

Walking in front of the oven as if chasing the smell, he suddenly put his hand into the pot.

“Oh, no!”

“!”

It fell down!

It must have been hot. The pot was pushed out of the oven and fell eagerly to the floor in a barrel that pulled the big hand back as hard as it could.

Hit!

The soup inside was scattered in all directions. Naturally, it also splashed on the half-naked body standing in front of it.

The half-naked man frowned, as if imitating Rafi just now.

“It hurts.”

“Because something hot splashed on you.”

Rafi sighed and ran to him.

Two years old. Three years old if you count it as much.

Regardless of the size of the object in the middle, it was clear that his mental age was just around that age.

“Don’t move.”

Rafi held on to the half-naked man’s body now, fearing that he would step on the soup that flowed on the floor while moving.

Raising his gaze along Rafi’s hand holding him, the man grabbed Rafi’s hair again and took it to his mouth.

“Pretty. I want it.”

“I told you, you’re not supposed to eat it.”

Slap!

He was hit painfully again this time. Instead of shrinking his shoulders, Rafi beckoned him, dissatisfied, his lips sticking out.

“Go over there and stay. While I clean this up.”

“…It’s pretty, but I hate it.”

What do you hate?

“You might get hurt. Stay there.”

“It’s pretty. I don’t like it”.

Rafi’s forehead furrowed. It was the first time in his life that he felt so annoyed.

“You can’t do it even if you want to. Stay there quietly.”

“You’re pretty.”

He sat on the bed with an aesthetic walk, staring at Rafi’s face, which kept furrowing.

“Stay still.”

Rafi brought a mop and wiped the floor. Although it was an accident, the hair that kept falling was cumbersome.

As expected, he should have cut his hair.

For the first time, Rafi regretted not cutting his hair.

Perhaps the black, big, and gross bad thing the witch mentioned was that half-naked man.

* * *

But Rafi didn’t have to check it.

Rafi was looking at a human with a low mental age who was struggling with the ceiling of his mouth while eating a freshly boiled soup.

Fortunately, he seemed to know how to use the spoon. But he didn’t know how to cool down and eat hot food. When Rafi, who finally couldn’t take it, took away the soup bowl and blew it, he stared at him with a face full of dissatisfaction. He looked quite cheeky, considering that he was getting fed.

Still, Rafi blew to cool down the soup because he didn’t want to force or make him do it like a spoiled three-year-old.

He simply stared at Rafi with an anxious and dissatisfied look.

When Rafi handed over the bowl of soup, saying that he could eat now, he grabbed the spoon tightly and began to eat the soup.

Rafi saw him squeeze his hands into the pot earlier, so he thought he would shove the spoon into his mouth hurriedly, but surprisingly, the man ate it very neatly.

The shape of the hand holding the spoon, the straight shoulders, waist, and the elegant lip swallowing food silently were even admirable.

So, when Rafi had the mental composure to look at him properly.

It was not black at all.

The eyes were clear blue, and the hair was amazing silver hair. The distinct features were flawless and straight, he felt like he was sucked in when he looked at them. Silver-haired and blue-eyed may make you feel cool, but the appearance was so colorful that there was no room for other thoughts.

He was a person who glowed.

When he washed up, Rafi thought he was handsome, but when he opened his eyes, talked, and started moving, he was so confused.

Why is his mental age…….

Rafi’s expression turned bitter.

He was born with such a blessed appearance, but his mental age is like a child. Rafi didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse.

Rafi knew one thing. His life would be quite rough without someone taking care of him.

“Why do you keep looking at me?”

Rafi, who was drowned in thought alone, eyes widened when he realized that the man was talking to him a beat later.

“Uh… Umm?”

He was surprised.

The man’s way of speaking, which until just now seemed to be only two years old or three years old, now sounded like a 5-6-year-old.

“You can speak that long?”

“….”

Instead of answering, he put a spoon down in a bowl of soup that he had eaten. It was a clean, soundless movement.

“Hmm… Maybe.”

A short confusion passed through the dazzling features. It seemed like he was unfamiliar with everything around him, as if he had just woken up after an endless sleep.

“Then, do you know who you are? What’s your name?”

“Name…”

His forehead furrowed.

“I don’t know.”

“What would people have called you?”

Blue eyes shook neatly on both sides. Rafi felt a little sorry for him because he seemed to be steadily digging through the confusion.

“I don’t know.”

But the answer he heard was disappointing.

“What do you mean you don’t know? Don’t you have any memory of it?”

“Memory?”

“What you know.”

“……. I don’t have any. I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t remember?”

The two faces gave a similar expression.

“Are you saying you lost your memory?”