“I’ve said everything I need to say. Before I drop you off here, tell me where to go.”
“You won’t even let me joke around. You’ve become boring.”
“I’m asking for the second time. Make me ask one more time and I’ll stop the car here.”
“Drop me off in front of Ugok Station. I can walk from there.”
Hui-myeong reluctantly stated his destination.
Even if it was Geum-gang, he didn’t want to tell him where he lived. He didn’t want to blab about the embarrassing 10 years of past regarding why he lived in one of the most expensive apartments in Seoul. Especially the fact that the person involved was Do-ha. That was the last remaining pride for Hui-myeong.
After the destination was set, Geum-gang continued driving without a word.
“Weren’t you really curious about how I’ve been living?”
Though he didn’t want to tell him, looking at Geum-gang who wasn’t asking anything made him feel hurt. In fact, he also wanted to provoke him. Wouldn’t he find out how long he could keep up such obvious lies if he pushed him?
“Stop asking so much.”
“I won’t ask if you answer me.”
“I don’t have a hobby of investigating the past of bastards who come to borrow money.”
“When you didn’t even lend it to me.”
Hui-myeong kicked the car floor with a sullen expression.
“Since it’s annoying to say things two or three times, I’ll say this for the last time. Don’t think about borrowing money in this business. For bastards like you, this business ends with getting your asshole fucked raw and then having your organs harvested.”
Though he was surprised by his extreme expression, Hui-myeong wasn’t scared. Rather, Geum-gang’s attitude of exaggerating and imposing pressure was interesting.
“Then you do it.”
“What?”
Screech-. Surprised by Hui-myeong’s retort, Geum-gang slammed on the brakes.
“I’m saying you do it, hyung. You can fuck my asshole raw and harvest my organs.”
Not even knowing how scary the words coming from his own mouth were, Hui-myeong kept his eyes wide open blankly.
“Fuck, this bastard doesn’t have a word he won’t say once you let him.”
“When you can’t even do it.”
“Let’s stop talking.”
Geum-gang shook his head as if fed up and started the car again. Silence continued between the two for a while. Neither Geum-gang nor Hui-myeong—spitting out words wouldn’t lead to good conversation, so it was better to keep their mouths shut.
Seoul’s scenery passed by outside the closed window. If they had met in a slightly better state, they wouldn’t have had such wasteful arguments. Leaving behind the rapidly distancing city night, Hui-myeong muttered inwardly.
‘If I hadn’t been with Do-ha, I wouldn’t have had to come borrow money.’
If he hadn’t been caught by Do-ha, what would he be doing now? He had imagined it once or twice, but nothing particularly came to mind. Hui-myeong wasn’t good at studying, had no outstanding talent, and lacked ambition or persistence. It was bitter that then and now, all he had was a pretty face resembling his mom.
Before long, the vehicle arrived at Ugok Station.
“Get out.”
At his cold words, Hui-myeong reluctantly put his hand on the car handle.
Even if it wasn’t a tender reunion, it was greed to expect him to welcome him. The words coming from Geum-gang’s mouth all seemed like someone determined to cut off affection. To the point where it seemed unnecessary to go that far.
“If it was going to be like this, why did you feed me?”
“Don’t worry because I won’t feed you next time.”
Even at Hui-myeong’s resentment, Geum-gang was merciless. Well. He was foolish to have expectations over a single bowl of jajangmyeon.
“But I want to see you again, hyung.”
Hui-myeong mustered courage to say at the last moment. Even in this situation, he was looking for the old Geum-gang’s appearance.
“If that’s really your wish, come prepared next time we meet. I’ll fuck you until your back hole tears open.”
As expected, Geum-gang refused coldly. His pride hurt, Hui-myeong got out of the car without answering. As soon as he slammed the door shut with a bang, Geum-gang left.
Hui-myeong stood there blankly looking at the direction where the car disappeared.
‘This wasn’t the kind of reunion I wanted.’
The words that he wanted to see him again were sincere. Geum-gang didn’t know what kind of risk Hui-myeong took to meet him. If caught wrong, he could have his hair grabbed by Do-ha and be slammed into a wall. Compared to the effort, Hui-myeong couldn’t help but hide his bitterness at the cold result.
He had a mountain of curiosities—how was prison life, what did he do after being released, where did he get the surname ‘Sa’—but he couldn’t ask anything.
‘But I guess it’s okay since I know where hyung is.’
He had no intention of listening to his words telling him not to come. However, the key was how much freedom would be given to Hui-myeong until Do-ha got married.
‘Hyung is the only person who can help me.’
Since he appeared again like the wind, he thought Geum-gang would help him as always. But that was close to delusion. Ten years ago, the only thing he had to protect might have been Jung Hui-myeong, but now more important things must have emerged.
To run away from Do-ha, he needed to get his mind straight, but the fact that he had become distant from Geum-gang’s life was sadder than the fact that he couldn’t receive his help.
‘I should stop thinking like this now.’
A life sustained by others’ help was also tiresome. Even if he ran away with someone’s help, he would have to stand up on his own strength again afterward. To do that, he had to learn how to stand alone from now on.
Though he resolved to let go of old ties into memories, it wasn’t easy thinking that the subject was Geum-gang.
“Ugh, cold!”
At the cold air blowing again, Hui-myeong repeatedly rubbed his arms. Since he rode around every day in a car with a driver and only went indoors, he had completely forgotten what the outside air was like.
Arriving home and looking down for a moment relying on the entrance sensor light, he saw the white shirt with black jajang sauce splattered on it. There was even dirt from falling earlier here and there.
I might get caught if I’m not careful. Heading straight to the bathroom, Hui-myeong roughly erased the dirty traces by hand washing and then put it in the laundry bin. Then he showered thoroughly and sprayed on the perfume Do-ha liked most. There was no other meaning. It was to erase any food smell that might remain.
The time Do-ha came home from work was 11 o’clock. Hui-myeong, who had been lying on the bed watching underwater videos uploaded by divers, quickly turned off his phone and pretended to sleep at the sound of the door opening. Even if he had really been sleeping, he would wake up at the sound of him coming. Because the more stress he accumulated, the more he tormented Hui-myeong.
“I missed you.”
Do-ha, who entered the bedroom while loosening his tie, lightly kissed Hui-myeong’s cheek and headed to the bathroom. At the sound of the water stream falling with a whoosh, his back went cold. Since he worked overtime, his desires must have accumulated a lot today too.
‘I’m tired today.’
His body had been feeling chilly since earlier, so he had a bad feeling. But he couldn’t refuse him. Since the reason Hui-myeong existed here was to be a perfect sex toy, refusal was impossible.
Soon the sound of water stopped and Do-ha came out. Returning to the bedroom while drying his hair, he burrowed into the blanket and hugged Hui-myeong.
“Hmm, Jung Hui-myeong.”
He breathed lowly while rubbing his nose against Hui-myeong’s nape. Do-ha’s shampoo scent seeped into the blanket. Though they used the same shampoo in the same bathroom, he had a more mature scent. Perhaps because he sprayed the same perfume every day, it seemed like the perfume smell had permeated his body scent.
As he kissed along his neckline with moist sounds, Hui-myeong turned his body as if he had just woken up and wrapped his arms around his neck.
“Mm. Do-ha, you’re here?”
Hui-myeong called him in an aegyo-filled tone.
“Yeah, just now.”
“Was it really hard today too?”
“Yeah, well.”
Though he answered nonchalantly, he must have been tormented quite a bit at the company. Though he didn’t know exactly what work he did, company life was the only thing that could make Do-ha, who wouldn’t bleed even if stabbed, tired.
“Because of what?”
Though he wasn’t very interested, Hui-myeong asked back to match his mood.
“Just. There’s a world you don’t know, you who only play and eat with my money and the day passes. Huh, spread your legs a bit.”
Do-ha put his hand inside Hui-myeong’s pajama pants and stroked his genitals. Hui-myeong’s thing, which had been drooping, gained strength as soon as the touch reached it.
“Hng!”
As Hui-myeong’s body instinctively shrank, Do-ha forcibly turned his chin and kissed him. Saliva flowed together into the mouth that the tongue penetrated.
An existence that only plays and eats with his money and just needs to spread his legs at night. That was the identity of Jung Hui-myeong that Do-ha thought of.
