“Fuck, do I look like I don’t have money? Huh? Do I look poor? Poor enough to beg you for a few pennies, ahjussi?”
Taeju shoved the Director’s shoulder, whoever he worked for. He slapped the cheek of the man who looked at least ten years older than him a couple of times.
The blows were even more unpleasant because they weren’t forceful. The man who’d been suddenly shoved and hit a couple times hardened his expression even more coldly.
“If you do this, I’ll have to escort you out.”
“Where will you escort me to? Huh? Please call my aunt. I need to tell my aunt that hyung is sick. Does it make any sense that no one cares like this?”
When the word ‘aunt’ came out of Taeju’s mouth, bewilderment appeared on Director So-and-so’s face. Taeju still glared at him with blazing eyes while inwardly mocking him.
Seok Iseo’s mother might or might not know that he was doing drugs. But if he called, she couldn’t tell him to just leave things as they were.
Even if that wasn’t the case, what if he pretended to cry about leaving sick Seok Iseo like this? Director So-and-so would get his ass chewed out immediately and then some.
As if knowing Taeju’s intentions, the large man bowed slightly and offered an apology.
“I apologize if my words offended you. However, Young Master Iseo hates showing when he’s sick. So unless it’s unavoidable, I…”
“This is unavoidable, right now.”
Yeon Taeju glared and curled up his lips. When he thrust his face at the Director and spoke, the man stepped back further.
The tenacity and viciousness of never letting go once he grabbed something blazed in Yeon Taeju’s blue eyes.
“If you can’t call, I will.”
“No. I’ll call the Chairwoman.”
When Taeju pretended to look for his phone right away, the Director hastily picked up his phone.
“Go ahead then.”
Yeon Taeju, who had blown up what had been an ordinary occurrence for them beyond control, remained calm alone.
“Yes, Chairwoman. This is Park Geonyoung. Ah, no. It’s about something else.”
The man slightly denied the sharp voice coming from the receiver while glaring at Taeju. Resentment filled that gaze.
Taeju answered that look with a single snort. So why try to climb above your station? You have to teach those who don’t know who’s superior with the most certain method.
“The young master isn’t feeling well right now and is in his room, ah, yes. Yes, but Yeon Taeju-ssi wants to open the door… Ah, yes… I apologize.”
While listening to the large man’s voice breaking off in stutters, Taeju leaned slightly against the door. He was quite curious about how his aunt would respond.
Would she make them open the door right away? If so, that would mean she didn’t know her son was doing drugs, and if she used another method, it would mean she clearly knew.
Taeju felt an itch on the roof of his mouth. He wanted to scratch that itchy spot refreshingly, whether by tearing down the door or tearing open a skull.
“Yes. Yes, I understand. I apologize, I’ll do that. Yes, he’s right here.”
The man who seemed to have been thoroughly chewed out by his superior lowered his eyes and handed the phone to Taeju.
“She wants to talk to me?”
Taeju pointed to himself, feigning ignorance.
“Yes.”
The corners of Taeju’s eyes curved slightly.
“Yes, Aunt. It’s Taeju.”
‘Yes, Taeju. I heard. They say Iseo locked the door because he’s sick… I guess this is why family needs to be nearby. Thank you so much for looking after Iseo.’
Her speech was refined and unwavering. Taeju leaned more against Iseo’s door. The hunched posture of stretching his neck and leaning his body became apparent. His naturally large build made even that threatening.
“Yes, of course.”
He answered while glaring at Director So-and-so in front of him as if looking at his aunt.
‘I told Director Park to contact the doctor immediately. So Taeju, don’t worry now and rest well.’
“Yes, but I’ll stay by his side until the doctor comes.”
‘I appreciate your feelings, but…’
“I’m fine.”
‘No, Taeju. Your being there won’t help. I appreciate you caring about your hyung, but wait until the doctor arrives.’
Her voice was high but with barely any tonal range. The refined voice admonished as if persuading, yet made it difficult to refuse. Unlike his lips that twisted slightly in displeasure, Taeju said he understood and handed the phone to the Director.
The man ended the call after a brief exchange. Soon after, he called somewhere else. This time it would be some doctor he didn’t know.
Taeju listened to the phone conversation with his arms crossed. The request for them to come to the villa was more like an order than a request.
“He’s not feeling well. Should I send a driver?”
It was practically a threat. It was the sight of him taking out his anger on the doctor after being thoroughly berated by the Chairwoman. Taeju slowly rolled his tongue inside his mouth.
“Please leave right away. It’s the Chairwoman’s request.”
It seemed the doctor was far away. If he only came once a month, there was no need to be in Sokcho.
Once the Director finished calling even the doctor, he blatantly glared at Taeju. Even under that gaze, Taeju remained composed. In fact, it would be more accurate to say he didn’t care at all.
“Are you satisfied?”
“When will he be here?”
When the man frowned, not understanding, Taeju added, ‘The doctor.’ Even after understanding the point, the man’s crumpled expression showed no sign of smoothing out.
“You don’t need to worry about that. I told him to come as quickly as possible.”
There wasn’t a single thing he could properly know in this dogshit house. Taeju stretched his neck forward even more. It was a minor movement, but the Director flinched.
“What Director are you exactly?”
“I’m the Director of the Seokrim Scholarship Foundation secretariat.”
“What’s the Scholarship Foundation Director doing here?”
“Do I need to tell you?”
“Ah, you don’t have to tell me. I wasn’t really curious anyway.”
Park, the Director of the Seokrim Scholarship Foundation secretariat, closed his eyes tightly and suppressed his rising anger. After fully suppressing it, he slowly opened his mouth. Taeju still leaned against Iseo’s door with his arms crossed.
“The Chairwoman said to take you sightseeing to nearby tourist spots if you’d like.”
“No thanks. Tourist spots, really. You’re not going to open the door, is that it?”
At the silently staring gaze with lips tightly shut, Taeju straightened his leaning body. He sat on a single-person sofa facing the tea table in front of the second-floor railing.
Director Park also sat on the sofa across from Taeju. The standing standoff simply continued while seated.
“You must have a lot of free time?”
“Because the young master is sick.”
The scheme to break the doorknob and go inside once Director Park left had fallen through. Taeju waited leisurely as if he’d never planned such a thing, arms crossed.
The standoff in front of the door that had continued since morning entered the afternoon. It seemed the doctor wasn’t at least in Gangwon Province.
He was relieving his boredom with his phone when he heard murmuring voices from below. It was almost 5 o’clock. Director Park also glanced down the railing and then ran down the stairs.
Beyond the first-floor inner door, the ajumma, Director Park, and a man too young to be called Doctor were conversing. The doctor who glanced in his direction made eye contact with Taeju. Taeju’s eyes narrowed. Late thirties, or at most early forties at the latest—is he really a doctor? He was a man who naturally raised such questions.
Taeju pictured Seok Iseo collapsing between his own legs the same way he’d collapse in front of this rookie-like doctor.
The back of his neck went cold. It wasn’t an entirely ridiculous imagination. Because he was horny enough to sneak into his room while he was sleeping.
While imagining Seok Iseo panting in front of the doctor, whispering that his cock hurt, the protagonist of his imagination suddenly stood before him. He gave a slight nod and passed by.
While he was briefly distracted, Director Park had opened Seok Iseo’s door. Only the doctor slipped inside that room.
Director Park opened and closed the door with no interest, as if not curious about the situation inside. That made Taeju’s expression fierce.
Everyone was used to this except him. If Seok Iseo hadn’t sucked him off last night, he really would have thought Iseo had some serious illness.
“Aren’t you going in?”
“There’s nothing I can do even if I go in. Same for you, Yeon Taeju-ssi.”
“I think there might be.”
At Taeju’s meaningful words, Director Park raised his eyes.
“What do you mean?”
Taeju gave a short snort and glared piercingly at Seok Iseo’s door. Right now, the doctor might be taking off his pants and putting his cock in Seok Iseo’s mouth.
Blood rushed and pressure built in his eyes. Seok Iseo would be soaking himself below while claiming to be sick, squirming as if having a seizure while tightening his throat. And then…
“This is Park Geonyoung.”
