Woonghee stared at his feet. Pale moonlight was cast down sharp as a blade. It looked just like a boundary line. As if warning him not to cross that line, not to approach any further….
Woonghee carefully poked his toe beyond it.
“I don’t know the method either….”
Then he slowly approached him.
“No matter what we do, I don’t think this fucking relationship would’ve changed anyway.”
Soon his pure white feet stopped. In front of the man. His heart trembled shallowly. Was it because this was the first time crossing the line first? Or was it because of the body scent coming from him? Every time he inhaled, he could smell the man’s scent. Heavy pheromones mixed with the strong smell of alcohol came rushing in.
“No matter what kind of thing I did? No matter what means I used?”
The man’s alcohol-soaked lips twitched. Woonghee slowly shook his head.
“No matter what kind of thing you did, no matter what means you used….”
He laid his upper body down at an angle. The large hand that had been extended toward Woonghee dropped with a thud, futilely.
“Fucked.”
The man muttered. He covered his lips with the back of his large hand, and a muffled voice was heard. He didn’t want to hear those words though….
“Woonghee-ssi, I think I’m drunk right now.”
His reddened bloodshot eyes pierced through him. Like a ship swept away by a strong gust of wind, emotions were overflowing in his eyeballs.
“If you’re going to leave me, go now.”
“…Are you serious?”
“Yeah.”
“…Liar.”
There were bodyguards spread out everywhere outside, when eating, when changing clothes, when entering the bathroom, even when fixing his hair—he couldn’t be free from the stares watching him.
Why was this man trying to test him with words he didn’t mean? While binding him with his gaze like this.
“Gi Junhyuk-ssi.”
He called him carefully. Gently, as if handling fragile glass.
“…You saw me wrong. I’m fucking cheap, for real.”
He paused for a moment. As if his breath had been cut off. Soon his eyes opened faintly, then he inhaled deeply. The emotions that had been swaying in his pupils rushed in like waves. Into the man’s insides, into that deep abyss where who knows what might writhe.
“Your eyes were wrong.”
You’re a rational person, don’t crumble before someone like me over just such emotions, Woonghee whispered softly.
The man said nothing. His lips were firmly closed, but his breathing gradually became rougher. Soon tension as if about to explode covered the room.
“…Son of a bitch. Woonghee-ssi, you’re really a bad person.”
Finally, at the curse the man spat out, Woonghee smiled bitterly.
“The sea breeze is cold.”
Woonghee pulled up his disheveled gown. Firm muscles obediently waited for Woonghee’s touch. When Woonghee gently grabbed and pulled his wrist, he followed behind Woonghee as if complying.
“Because of you, I feel like my mind is breaking down more.”
“It’s because you drank, when you wake up from sleep everything will be fine.”
His steps gradually slowed. Whether the alcohol was rising or not, the large shadow pouring out from behind staggered like a zombie. Woonghee slowed his steps even more to match him.
“Liar, Lee Woonghee, everything you say is a lie.”
“It’s real.”
Saying that, when he opened the bedroom door, the firm chest that had been behind Woonghee pressed down on Woonghee tightly. His body had collapsed toward Woonghee.
“Urk…!”
Drunk, he was heavy as a rock. Woonghee tried hard to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge at all. He grabbed his limbs, heavy like a beast’s forelegs, and dragged him.
“Huu, huu….”
He barely managed to drag him to the bed. After squeezing out even the strength from suckling milk, all the strength in his body was drained.
His face spread out before his eyes. Like the protagonist of a Hong Kong noir film, his sharp nose bridge rose intensely, and his dark contours were clear even in the darkness.
With even his eyes tightly closed, somehow a quiet tension was felt. Sticky emotions were embedded in each of his dark features.
‘Woonghee-ssi, you’re really a bad person.’
He carefully brought his finger to the lips that had said that. Then, startled by the moist breath touching his fingertips, he quickly moved away.
Where are this man and I heading right now?
Like a cruise that had dropped a giant anchor into deep muddy bottom, this relationship was also stuck deep in the bottom, unable to move a bit, stopped.
Silence continued, and Woonghee was confused whether he should push him away or bury himself in his embrace. He just hoped the darkness covering his eyes would quickly disappear.
It was an endlessly heavy night.
***
Only today did Woonghee realize that the reason the man anchored at this island wasn’t just because of the festival.
“Wear it.”
What he suddenly handed over was a very luxurious suit. Fancy clothes that would suit a banquet hall. As if custom-made, it fit Woonghee’s body very well.
“It suits you well.”
Feeling the texture of the smooth shirt firmly supporting his waist, the place they arrived at was a restaurant. Someone tall approached in front of the man who waved away the server greeting them with a light hand gesture.
‘Tall….’
He was really tremendously tall. With blond hair and deep blue eyes. The other person extended his tanned hand to Gi Junhyuk and asked for a handshake. His body was so large he was about the same height as Gi Junhyuk. Of course, Gi Junhyuk’s sides were thicker though.
‘Is he from Russia?’
He was having that thought. The blue eyes slid toward Woonghee. With deeply sunken eyes and pupils oddly small, they were exactly like reptile eyes. One word struck his mind like lightning.
‘Crazy pervert bastard.’
Being an Omega, when someone felt sexual excitement toward him, he could catch it amazingly well. Those were definitely the eyes of a pervert bastard. But, well. Anyway, one out of ten people he met had eyes like that. It wasn’t anything special.
Woonghee just subtly hid behind the man’s back.
“It’s pretty, isn’t it, Woonghee-ssi. That’s the pride of this restaurant.”
As he said, on one wall of the restaurant a magnificent aquarium occupied space. Beyond the blue ripples, large stingrays and schools of silver fish swam leisurely.
The world inside the tank was so quiet that rather, the tautness of the air above this table stood out more.
By the wide window seat, Gi Junhyuk and the man exchanged words in fluent English. Woonghee sat there like a puppet unable to say anything. He just smiled like a stuffed doll in his seat or read the mood.
Blue ripples swayed over the white plate. Woonghee just stared blankly at that plate.
It seemed business talk was going back and forth. Though he didn’t know, they were definitely scheming something bad that dirtied their hands. They’d multiply money shadily under the water, and if necessary, there would be bloodshed.
“It’s caviar.”
Gi Junhyuk, sitting next to him, lightly threw out words while moistening his throat with a wine glass. Only then did Woonghee flinch and tremble as he lifted his head.
“Shark eggs.”
Then a gigantic form cast a jet-black shadow over Woonghee’s white face. It was a shark.
“…Yes, thank you.”
Woonghee poked the food with a fork and held it in his mouth. He was told to smile prettily, so he had no choice but to throw away his sense of self and smile like that.
The Westerner’s deep blue eyes slowly licked up Woonghee’s face and body. Then he moved his lips and muttered something. Unlike the English Tula had spouted, he couldn’t understand it at all. It was English with a very stiff accent.
[…….]
What the hell is he muttering about right now?
Instead of him, only Gi Junhyuk smiled slowly. Woonghee realized immediately. That was definitely a false smile. He originally laughed with his upper body shaking. But the current him was just creasing his eye corners.
He pressed the corner of his mouth firmly with his tongue. Blue veins protruded roughly on the back of his tanned hand. Rather, this was closer to hiding irritation. It was a vicious smile. Not knowing when he’d pull out that venom and wield it.
“Come up here.”
The man tapped his thick thighs.
‘Right now, here? Really?’
For a moment, the inside of his chest cooled coldly. He bit the soft flesh inside his cheek hard to hold back his embarrassment. There was a guest present openly. Even so, he was trying to pull Woonghee up onto his lap as if it were nothing.
And naturally, words came to mind. None other than the words he himself had muttered to him last night. Clearly with his own mouth.
‘…You saw me wrong. I’m fucking cheap, for real.’
Right, as he wished, the man had decided to treat him as cheap. He was probably trying to make him keenly feel what real cheap treatment was like.
So Woonghee slowly, with a movement too familiar, carefully sat down, pressing his firm thighs with his buttocks.
