The rain that had been pouring as if it were an early monsoon suddenly stopped.
The sky cleared brightly, but for some reason Jiwon’s heart was heavy. Even though this was his second opportunity—the interview—he wasn’t excited.
Maybe it’s because my arms hurt, he thought dismissively as he went to the sauna to wash up.
Remembering the words about being “more explicit than the first time,” he even got a body scrub. Although they’d said there would be no exposure, he couldn’t believe those words one hundred percent. After getting the body scrub, his condition improved somewhat.
When he swept back his bangs to reveal his forehead, a fairly decent face was revealed.
His eyes met with a man who greatly resembled a face he missed—familiar yet somehow strange.
He swallowed the sadness that suddenly came over him and smiled bitterly.
Coffee wasn’t enough, so Jiwon forced his condition up by drinking energy drinks too, and at the same time as the first interview, he put on a suit and boarded the express bus to Yongnam-si. The traffic was still very heavy. Whether there had been an accident, the roads were much more congested than on other days.
He grew anxious about being late. Sitting in his seat, he craned his neck out and watched the road conditions. Fortunately, the congestion cleared quickly and he arrived in Yongnam-si earlier than expected. He almost missed his stop. After hastily getting off the bus, he opened the map app and marked Gangnam Building.
Like the surrounding office buildings, Gangnam Building was newly built with a shiny exterior.
The moment he entered the building, the smell of paint and thinner assaulted his nose. Sure enough, the building was undergoing finishing construction and didn’t even have a reception desk set up yet. Although there was security, perhaps because there were many workers coming and going, they didn’t particularly stop Jiwon.
The elevator interior was covered on all sides including the floor with green nonwoven fabric. His black shoes polished with shoe wax landed silently on the floor.
This time too it was the very top floor. There was no need to look left and right. The office was completely open. Because the ceiling was high, there was nothing blocking the view, giving him the feeling of floating in mid-air.
Jiwon strode into the office covered with green nonwoven fabric to examine the interior closely. Only after entering did he realize there was a mirror. He’d mistaken it as being open on all sides because of the huge mirror that occupied one wall. There was a door behind the mirror, and inside seemed to be the office.
The moment he was about to grab the handle, he heard someone say, “Interview?” Because of the nonwoven fabric, Jiwon, who hadn’t heard footsteps, was startled and turned around.
It was that lackey from before.
“You came early.”
At those words, he checked his watch—it was twenty minutes early.
At the first interview, he’d spent some time stopping by the reception desk to fill out the visitor log and receive an access card, but today there was none of that, so he’d arrived at the interview location earlier.
“Should I come back at the right time?”
When he asked cautiously, the lackey jerked his chin toward a room labeled “Meeting Room.”
Jiwon checked his appearance and opened the door.
Likewise, the monkey-faced man greeted Jiwon.
“You came early?”
He said the same thing as the lackey but welcomed Jiwon with his whole body.
“Wasn’t it inconvenient to find? It’s hot, right? But what can we do? Summer should be hot, shouldn’t it?”
The monkey only said what he wanted to say, as if he had no intention of listening to Jiwon’s answer. Since it felt awkward to keep his mouth shut, he just nodded roughly.
The interior of the meeting room had a single chair facing the entrance just like the first time, and behind it he could see a sliding door. Above the sliding door hung a sign reading “Large Conference Room” this time too.
“You’ll have to wait here a bit. There’s still an interview in progress, you see. Want some water?”
“No, I’m fine.”
His throat was very dry, but he didn’t want to consume anything they gave him.
Who knows what’s in it.
“Alright then.”
The monkey disappeared into the large conference room with light steps, then came back out.
“Sign here.”
It was a confidentiality agreement.
It seemed today the monkey would receive it instead of the horn-rimmed glasses.
Jiwon read it thoroughly this time too, then wrote his full name and put his thumbprint. The monkey, who had been waiting with tissues, exchanged the document for the tissues. While Jiwon wiped the ink pad from his thumb, the monkey disappeared into the large conference room.
Left alone, Jiwon breathed deeply enough to make his shoulders heave.
So an interview is being conducted in there.
Since there was only one entrance, he would naturally see the interviewee’s face. Naturally, his face would be revealed too.
It was a bit awkward, but his curiosity about the other person was greater.
Without realizing it, his head kept turning back. He listened carefully, thinking he might hear some sound, but he heard nothing.
Sitting with his back to the sliding door for about ten minutes.
Finally, he heard the sound of the door sliding open. Reflexively, his head turned back.
Huh?
The moment he saw the other person, Jiwon’s mouth fell open. A man who resembled him was walking out. And it was a man who looked so similar he wondered if it was a mirror.
To be precise, he resembled the current Kim Jiwon. The shaggy hair and depressed impression, the somewhat thin physique from poor meals, the tall height, and even the pale skin.
Goosebumps rose all over his body.
The other person also seemed startled upon seeing Jiwon, but was pushed out as if chased by the monkey. A burnt smell vibrated in the space where the interviewee had passed. It was such a strange smell that his head tilted in puzzlement.
The monkey, having sent out the interviewee, approached Jiwon with a smile all over his face. A sweet smell wafted from the monkey too.
“Let’s go inside.”
Jiwon stood up with a dazed expression.
‘You and I really resemble each other, hyung.’
Han’s words suddenly came to mind.
He hadn’t been unaware, but he never imagined it would be confirmed this way.
The monkey let Jiwon into the large conference room first, then closed the door behind him. It seemed he would stay with him this time.
“Oh, put this on.”
The monkey handed Jiwon a mask. It was the same style mask as the first time.
Jiwon put on the mask, still bewildered.
The interior of the office was pitch black, and he couldn’t see anything.
“Walk, walk.”
When Jiwon stopped walking, the monkey pushed his back and said cheerfully.
He slowly moved his feet, being careful not to fall.
A strong butter smell and fresh fruit scent caught his nose.
“Oh my, looks delicious.”
As if there was food, the monkey smacked his lips.
When he stopped walking as instructed, the monkey shouted loudly, “Kim Jiwon is here.”
As soon as the monkey finished speaking, the lights came on. His eyes, which had been trying to adjust to the darkness, lost their vision for a very brief moment due to the light that suddenly poured in.
After covering his eyes with his forearm and barely regaining his vision, Jiwon was left speechless at the sight before him.
Fuck. What is this?
He couldn’t believe his eyes. The source of the smell was within reach. In other words, all kinds of desserts were spread out on the carpet. They were fresh things that had just been brought.
Starting with plates containing freshly baked croissants, sausages, and scrambled eggs, various cakes and fruits were prepared, as well as ice cream and champagne. Except for the champagne being placed at an angle on a seesaw-like stand rather than in a basket with ice, it was like a picnic.
Except for that torso.
In the middle of the carpet stood a male torso. The torso, consisting of an upper body and part of a lower body, had a huge cock made of jelly attached to it. Its shape was so explicit that even the veins were visible.
Looking at a cock of the same gender, and such a large cock at that, in a place like an office felt strange.
Jiwon narrowed his brow and carefully looked around the office. A large mirror hung on the wall behind the carpet, and he noticed cameras installed at each corner of the rectangular carpet.
“Now!”
The monkey clapped his hands and brought Jiwon back to reality.
“Take off your shoes and socks.”
Jiwon followed the monkey’s words in an awkward posture.
“Give me your jacket. Ugh, you’ve buttoned your shirt too much. You should unbutton it down to your chest, like me. Otherwise you’ll get indigestion.”
Since he wasn’t being told to strip completely, he obediently did so.
“Hands behind your back.”
“What?”
“Put your hands behind your back. Like when you’re being handcuffed.”
His heart sank for a moment at the word “handcuffed.” But only for a moment—he was relieved when he saw the monkey waving a red silk scarf instead of real handcuffs.
He brought both hands behind his back as instructed. Then the monkey bound his two hands with the scarf. Perhaps he didn’t make the knot in the usual way, because it was quite tight. His bound wrists hurt slightly. Just in case, he tried twisting them, but it seemed difficult to undo it this way.
Is this a trap?
Anxiety crept over him.
Then a command came from the speaker.
“Mr. Kim Jiwon, eat the food in front of you. Consume it only with your mouth. All of it, without leaving anything behind.”
It was the horn-rimmed glasses’ voice.
Since he was on an empty stomach and the amount of dessert wasn’t much, eating it all didn’t seem difficult. If not for the cock-shaped jelly, he would have rushed over and eaten it right away.
When Jiwon just stood still, the monkey poked him as if frustrated, saying, “Eat it, I said.”
“It’s expensive stuff. You know Goguryeo Hotel, right? They brought it directly from there.”
The monkey said boastfully.
Jiwon licked his dry lips with his tongue.
So if I eat what’s right there in front of me, I’ll get five million won.
And then?
After finishing this strange interview he couldn’t even have imagined, would something other than the reward money be waiting?
Will I get closer to what I’ve been searching for so desperately?
Probably.
He’d had a gut feeling right after meeting the man who resembled him. Even if it wasn’t the destination, it would at least be a waypoint to the destination.
Thinking that way, there was nothing to be concerned about.
I’ve even sucked a real cock, why can’t I suck that?
Jiwon strode onto the carpet as if he’d never hesitated.
