Hehe, this is the first time I've let my bias be on top 🥴
I love Eggchan!!!<3
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Sometimes he doesn't understand why he likes Wemmbu.

No, not just liking, but loving.

Why does he love Wemmbu?

Eggchan is a simple person, maybe it's because he's seen Wemmbu so much that he's developed feelings for him?

No, that reason doesn't make sense at all.

Then why? The answer lies in his own feelings, but he doesn't understand himself. Does he not understand himself?

Love really does drive people crazy, even he can't stay sane in this love trap.

"What's that?" - Wemmbu heard that, narrowed his eyes and laughed, "What kind of weird question is that!"

"This is a proper question." Eggchan, on the other hand, looked incredibly serious, his expression as sincere as a student who didn't understand a lesson.

"How am I supposed to know why you love me?" Wemmbu suppressed a laugh and replied, "You should ask yourself that."

"I've asked, and I still don't know."

"Then you should spend some time taking care of yourself." Wemmbu continued, "You'll have the answer you're looking for then."

"Hmph, I should have said that to you before," Eggchan glanced at him, pointing to the bandaged wounds on his body, "You're the one who should be taking care of yourself."

Wemmbu just said "oh," looking down at his body, his arms, legs, waist, and chest covered in wounds-all from his fights. But these wounds weren't new; Wemmbu had almost become accustomed to them to the point where he couldn't even feel a scratch on his neck anymore.

Every time he emerged from battle, he would rush back to Eggchan for him to bandage him, accompanied by nagging like "going to fight again" or "next time, use your mouth," just like a mother scolding her child.

Wemmbu was always good at feigning deafness, so Eggchan could only helplessly watch him plunge into more fights.

Eggchan didn't lift a finger, but Eggchan felt sorry for his lover.

Who could bear to see their lover return home covered in blood and remain indifferent? Who could bear to see their lover nearly die several times without feeling anything?

Eggchan felt like he was being mentally tortured, and the torturer was his lover, Wemmbu, a fearless individual who feared neither heaven nor earth, or perhaps even death.

Was it because he feared Wemmbu's death that Eggchan wanted to hold onto him, prevent him, protect him, and thus developed feelings for him?

It sounded plausible, yet also illogical.

Eggchan looked at Wemmbu, watching him catch a fish, muttering, "Another fish?" His long purple hair swayed gently, his dark eyes gazed at the fish with a hint of resentment, his youthful face showing a touch of recklessness, defiance, and arrogance.

Hmm...

"Huh? What is it?" - Wemmbu turned his face, meeting Eggchan's gaze, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked down at Eggchan's fishing hook on the water's surface, surrounded by gentle waves. "Hey, a fish bit!"

"Uh... uh..." - Eggchan quickly twirled his fishing rod, grabbing a Power IV bow. He threw it to Wemmbu, who was staring at him with an extremely annoyed expression. "My years of fishing experience, don't be surprised."

Wemmbu caught the bow with one hand, setting the fishing rod aside with the other. Pretending to have an arrow already formed in his hand, he hooked three fingers onto the bowstring, drew it out, and aimed it at Eggchan, then released his fingers.

"Piu~"

Eggchan stared at Wemmbu, showing no particular reaction. He raised his hand in a shooting gesture, pointing his index finger at him.

"Piu~"

They looked at each other for a while, neither saying anything. Wemmbu turned away, no longer looking at Eggchan, his lips pressed together.

-End-

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I guess I'm the only one lost among the SMP fandom:((
*I'm not good at English, so I used a translation app. Please forgive any mistakes.🥺

(17/5/2026)