“Lee Woonghee, you son of a bitch…!”
A loud roar came from outside. The furious voice struck his cheek coldly. Flinch—Woonghee’s shoulders trembled finely. His thin eyelids fluttered.
When his eyes flew open like that, what rushed into his vision was…
“Wh-where the hell is this…?”
It was a completely unfamiliar place. Soaked in confusion, he turned his head swiftly. Swoosh—a shirt slipped down from his waist. It flowed down, wrapping around his slender thighs. That luxurious quality with its smooth sheen.
And, and what the hell is this? It was between his groin. There was a reddish jewel firmly fitted there. A surface that sparkled like glass. Woonghee’s dampened eyes were reflected in it.
“What is this?”
Why does it look so familiar…?
He frowned in thought. A reddish hue stained his glossy nostrils. It looked fucking expensive at a glance. Wasn’t it strangely familiar?
“What bullshit, where would I have seen something like this?”
Soon Woonghee shook his head. He hurriedly pushed the jewel aside.
Unfamiliar clothes, unfamiliar jewel, even unfamiliar walls. His head was a complete mess. He couldn’t tell if reality was a dream or the dream was reality.
“Ah, ahhh…!”
Then suddenly—crash crash crash—memories pierced sharply into his mind. Right, this is where that man stays. Managing Director Gi, that person.
In an instant, his breathing was choked off and nausea surged up. His esophagus felt like it would burn black from the bitter bile.
“Fuck…, Lee Woonghee you crazy bastard, what the hell are you thinking?!”
He tore at his hair wildly. Gone mad with lust, he, he did that kind of thing with that man? Terrible self-loathing rushed in.
‘Should I just bite my tongue and die?’
No, no. I should just smash my head against the wall and die.
Just as he was screaming like a madman, a voice came over the wall.
“D-Director, what on earth is going on?”
It was none other than the Assistant Director hyung’s voice. The two words “director” stuck precisely in his ears. Woonghee stopped moving. His eyelashes fluttered coyly. That shitty Director, is he awake now?
“That son of a bitch Lee Woonghee cracked my head open and ran…!”
His name was mixed into the shouting voice. That bastard… I hate hearing that voice to death, it still feels like bugs are crawling all over my body. A human like a cockroach!
“What are you suddenly talking about?”
The Assistant Director hyung asked in a bewildered voice. To that, Director Hwang bellowed roughly.
“Th-this omega bastard went into heat…!”
Who went into heat? Who came barging into my cave pitching a tent like a dog in heat? At those nonsensical words, Woonghee felt like his brain was heating up and would burst.
“He crawled into my room and smashed my head like this!”
It was truly dog-like incitement and fabrication. He’s going to run his mouth to other people first like that?
I should have hit him more, more…! I should have just chopped his head with the machete. Yesterday I was just too scared I might really die.
I’m crazy, insane! I was too complacent. This time I really need to send him to the other world. Woonghee grabbed the blade part of the machete rolling around to one side with his hand.
“How dare you flap your mouth with that bullshit… You senile crazy boar bastard.”
As he pushed the door with his shoulder—thud!—it suddenly closed again. It was such fierce force that wind even rushed into the room from the impact.
…What, what? Woonghee looked around bewildered, rolling his large eyes. Anxiously chewing his thumb.
“Lee Woonghee-ssi.”
And what was heard right in front of the door was a deep voice. A tone as cold and captivating as a sliding blade. Why was it being heard so close? Could he possibly be blocking the front right now?
“He’s with me right now.”
And as those words ended, someone—gasp—drew in a breath. Even the air seemed to hold its breath. In the midst of ice-like silence descending, swoosh—the sound of wind from outside struck Woonghee’s ears mercilessly.
What the hell was happening outside? He needed to see the situation beyond this door. He poked his fingernail into the wooden wall. He scraped it roughly. Soon a small hole opened up.
“……”
He quickly shoved his eye into the gap. Only then could he see outside in a circle. Wheeee—the blowing sea wind scraped his eye.
People were gathered near the fire. All with stiffly hardened faces. Only Managing Director Gi had his back turned to him. The body wrapped in a black shirt was full of tension, with muscles taut on his nape. He was barely blocking the door with just one arm.
“H-how did this happen? How did things turn out like that?”
Director Hwang’s chin covered in dirty beard trembled. Literally shaking, his face was as pale as a blank sheet, unable to even move his tongue properly. The sight was so miserable. It was truly hard to watch with open eyes.
“M-Managing Director, why is Lee Woonghee in there?!”
The head that had been struck by the machete was miserably swollen, and his skin was darkly bruised with blood bruises spread in blotches. Through the eyelids swollen like goldfish eyes, blood-red veins were tangled and madness raged.
“Why, you ask?”
A languid voice flowed out. He slowly turned his head toward Woonghee. As if he knew about Woonghee’s eyes poking out through the gap in the wood. He locked gazes very firmly. He placed his index finger between his lips and pressed down. Sending silent pressure. A gesture to stay there quietly, like a dead mouse.
“Because he fell asleep in my arms.”
The man said so while lightly loosening his shoulders and back. He who was skilled at acting looked genuinely tired and strangely attractive.
“Should we let him sleep? He had a hard night.”
What the fuck is he saying right now? His face flushed red as if he’d been slapped. He pushed the door with his shoulder again, but the man pushed it back with a loud thud using his palm. It was tremendous force. It was unbelievable that he was pressing it down with just one palm.
“Open this…!”
“Look at that. Acting crazy here. Looks like he’ll be feisty right up until his deathbed.”
He leisurely pointed with his chin toward the door where Woonghee was.
“Even if you’re a Managing Director, c-can you do this? I’ve had my eye on that bastard from the beginning…!”
Director Hwang’s eyes were viciously distorted. His face was heated up bright red to a degree never seen before. It seemed to be steaming as if hot heat would rise if touched.
“Director.”
Managing Director Gi called Director Hwang in a voice as sweet as well-aged wine. As if concerned.
“Director, you’re like a VIP to me.”
He slowly lowered the hand that had been blocking Woonghee and firmly grabbed Director Hwang’s shoulder. In an instant, his expression changed smoothly. The expression of narrowing his eye corners and slowly curling up his mouth corners was terribly seductive.
“But there’s a hierarchy to everything, isn’t there?”
At a glance, it seemed like an atmosphere where he might joke around saying ‘Director, relax.’
However, his fingertips were telling. That he was applying fierce pressure. The force condensed in each joint was clearly crushing Director Hwang.
“M-M-Managing Director…!”
What was scarier than anything was that the man was still smiling.
“I don’t understand how Woonghee-ssi, who’s already become mine, supposedly crawled to you, Director.”
Director Hwang’s shoulders trembled finely, then soon his whole body shook. It was impossible to tell if it was from pain or fear.
“Director Hwang drank a lot yesterday.”
The laugh hanging at the end of his words held the aura of a cold night sea.
“Ugh, th-Managing Director Gi, th-this hand!”
Director Hwang made an “Urk!” sound while his face turned bright red. Blue veins even bulged on that thick neck.
“Did your brain get crushed? Why are you spouting lies, without any class?”
The man pressed his face close to Director Hwang’s.
“We have each other’s territory, don’t we?”
His large hand adjusted Director Hwang’s collar. His fingertips glided over the fabric. It was precarious, like grazing a blade.
“Let’s not cross the line.”
Swiftly, the man let go of the director. It was a gesture like dumping trash. Only then did the director tremble and was released from his grip.
“Kuh, urk…”
Director Hwang exhaled—huff, huff—large breaths. He staggered, unable to control the lingering heat of his rut.
“It’s better not to create unpleasant situations for each other.”
Soon the man turned his back. His broad shoulders turned first, then his ribcage, his gaze, and lastly his steps.
Creak. Soon after, the door behind which Woonghee had been holding his breath opened. Sunlight like a blade poured in as if to cut the air. Woonghee’s light brown pupils were pierced. His lightly pigmented eyelashes fluttered. Like a young beast holding its breath.
“Were you waiting well?”
The corners of the man’s mouth curled up. It was a tone as if praising a puppy that had been waiting for him. In reality, it was closer to Woonghee spying on him though.
“I could have handled it myself…!”
Woonghee rushed at the man.
