He wondered what kind of sucker and idiot would love a man like this. Yiyoung was dumbfounded by the fact that it was himself. Yiyoung just stood there dumbly in absurdity, repeatedly letting out empty breaths.
Just then, Chahyun suddenly bent at the waist with his arms crossed.
Thanks to that, their faces became close enough for their noses to almost brush. Yiyoung flinched back in surprise. Thanks to that, a small gap barely formed between their closely attached faces, but Chahyun stepped toward Yiyoung and immediately approached again.
Before he knew it from stepping back, his heel had reached the front gate of the house. Even though there was nowhere to retreat, Chahyun kept approaching. Yiyoung shook his head left and right to avoid Chahyun. He gradually became restless under his sharp gaze staring intently at his face and stammered.
“Wha… what?”
“This is something I’m asking because I really don’t know.”
Their faces were close enough that even his low whispered voice sounded loud. This was the first time Chahyun had approached this close since the day he confessed to Yiyoung, after their first and last kiss. Yiyoung’s face instantly flushed hot and he froze stiff.
Chahyun fixed his gaze on Yiyoung’s lips and asked in a voice mixed with a slightly metallic sound.
“Is the mood right for kissing now?”
Yiyoung shouted in shock without realizing it.
“Absolutely not!”
Chahyun, whether surprised or because his ears hurt, frowned sharply and stepped back. Not missing that gap, Yiyoung hurriedly opened the front gate and fled inside.
Standing with his back thudding against the gate, Yiyoung clutched his pounding chest in surprise.
‘What, really?’
Where on earth did he see that just now was a kissing mood?
Even with his face bright red, Yiyoung tilted his head in bewilderment. Meanwhile, he could hear Chahyun letting out a long, loud sigh beyond the gate. Not knowing Yiyoung was listening, Chahyun grumbled in a tone that didn’t understand.
“Ah, shit. I thought it was right.”
Yiyoung only let out a sigh of relief when Chahyun’s footsteps grew distant and became completely inaudible. Yiyoung slumped down exhaustedly with his back against the gate.
So draining, really.
***
After dropping Yiyoung off at home, Chahyun called a driver and returned to the penthouse.
The driver put down a gift box with a huge ribbon at the entrance of the penthouse and stood still, showing signs of waiting to see if there were more instructions. Chahyun turned his gaze away from the driver and said briefly.
“You can go.”
He heard the presence of the driver bowing behind his back. As soon as he heard him leave the penthouse, Chahyun, his face having turned deathly pale, ran into the bathroom.
After immediately clutching the toilet and practically vomiting up everything he’d eaten for dinner, Chahyun lamented like this.
“Why eat feet when you have all the good parts?”
Chahyun had really wanted to cry when Yiyoung asked if he knew how to eat chicken feet.
The soju he’d put in his mouth for the first time in his life was equally nauseating. It was more like a flammable chemical substance than alcohol. Gasoline would probably taste better than that.
But he couldn’t not eat it because Yiyoung’s intention to make him suffer was so obviously readable and too hateful. He also didn’t want to obediently play the cliché chaebol role of being horrified or ecstatic over common people’s food. Since Yiyoung had been very dejected, it was worthwhile. Serves him right.
Thus, Chahyun was satisfied with a victory whose losses were twice as large, washed up, and went to sleep.
And the next morning. Chahyun opened his eyes to a text message notification sound.
[Hyung:
What the hell happened to the car?]
7:18 AM
He must have just found out about badly scraping the Pagani Huayra on the utility pole near Yiyoung’s house a few days ago. Since the right side mirror was broken and the door was also tattered, it made sense for Juhyuk to ask about the story.
He’d scratched it on purpose. Chahyun, purely of his own will, turned a 3 billion won supercar into a rag and called the insurance company and police at that early hour to leave a record of the accident.
Not stopping there, after returning home, he filed another complaint attaching 21 photos of streetlights he’d taken while circling around Yiyoung’s house while waiting for him and 5 photos of the accident scene. To summarize the complaint content that reached about 4,000 characters, he would receive compensation for his financial and mental damages due to inadequate facility management.
And Chahyun really intended to sue. Since the purpose was to show everyone how painful it could be if they ignored his protest, winning or losing didn’t matter. If it still wasn’t corrected, then he was going to mobilize his connections to meet the mayor and pressure him personally. Chahyun was that persistent and malicious.
But when he saw yesterday that the neighborhood had brightened to a quite satisfactory degree, it seemed unnecessary to sue. Next time he should go check if they’re patrolling.
Chahyun was too lazy to explain in detail to Juhyuk, so he made a rough excuse.
[I’m a beginner]
7:20 AM
[Hyung:
Don’t touch the steering wheel from now on
Get a driver from today. I’ll check]
7:20 AM
Don’t want to.
Of course, since it hadn’t been long since Chahyun lost his memory in a car accident and made a beginner’s mistake, Juhyuk must have been shocked to death. Igyeong, who was excessively protective of her youngest sibling, wouldn’t stay still if she found out about this fact either. But worrying about Chahyun was their problem.
The previous Moon Chahyun could ride in a car driven by a chauffeur, but not anymore.
“Because it doesn’t look cool to go on dates in a car with a driver.”
Chahyun didn’t reply to Juhyuk and sprang up from bed. Then he moved toward the kitchen to drink water and took out a dog-shaped mug that boasted an exceptionally alien presence from the cupboard.
At first he’d wondered why he had a cup with such a design, but after guessing its identity, he kept reaching for it.
Chahyun filled the mug he’d recently become attached to with water from the purifier and gulped it down, then turned to look at the dining table. On the dining table, the junk Yiyoung had pushed onto Chahyun was neatly arranged.
Chahyun put down the mug on the dining table and instead picked up a seriously ugly frog doll.
“What’s so special about this thing that he’d even cry?”
Of course it was because he loved Moon Chahyun. Yiyoung was so deeply fallen for him that he’d treasure this kind of trashy junk just because Chahyun had given it.
The feeling wasn’t bad.
Perhaps that’s why Chahyun didn’t feel sorry at all even after making Yiyoung cry his eyes out. Thinking that he cried as much as he liked him made him want to make him cry again instead. He also liked Yiyoung getting angry. Either way, they were faces a hundred times more pleasing than calmly rejecting him without any particular emotion.
A triumphant smile naturally formed on Chahyun’s face.
“That’s what you get for disrespecting someone like that.”
If he’d acted obediently from the start, he wouldn’t have been bullied, foolishly.
Chahyun, still smiling, lightly flicked the face of the dog drawn on the mug.
“Did the two of them buy this together?”
At a glance, you could tell they’d bought a set and split it because the cat cup Yiyoung had was similar to Chahyun, and the dog was similar to Yiyoung.
They really were an increasingly childish and unsightly couple the more he knew. Chahyun smiled even wider looking at the cup with a design he would never buy with his own hands.
“It is cute though.”
It was fortunate that Yiyoung’s spirit had been broken that day before Chahyun smashed the cat cup.
Chahyun settled into a seat in front of the dining table and carefully examined the gifts he’d supposedly given Yiyoung. Excluding consumables, there were only about seven or eight items that seemed to have any meaning at all.
“Too few.”
Looking at it this way, what Chahyun said in anger when pointing out Yiyoung’s clothing was true. Moon Chahyun really was a miser who was stingy about spending money on his lover. Chahyun, greatly disappointed in his future self, naturally let out a sigh.
Chahyun looked around the dining table with quite serious eyes.
“The one he’d most want back is probably… this?”
A composition notebook with a handmade leather cover.
Though it was quite a nice item, it seemed Yiyoung would definitely want it back if only because the sheet music written in it was precious. Chahyun resolved while opening the composition notebook.
“I should give this one last.”
Then as he casually flipped through the composition notebook, somehow he became increasingly focused on the sheet music. Though it was a draft and the form of the piece wasn’t established at all, it was strangely attractive.
The ideas were fresh, and it had power too.
More than anything else, it was so brutally maniacal that the composer felt like a pervert. He liked that part the most. Chahyun hummed the sheet music and said.
“Pretty damn stubborn. He looked so docile though.”
