Aggro Hunter 60

“If you do this, I’ll have no choice but to stop being a fan! There’s nothing to see but your face…… Mmph!”

Pyeonghwa’s voice rang out loudly through the quiet residential neighborhood. Dohae covered Pyeonghwa’s mouth and pushed him inside the house. Pyeonghwa staggered backward and grabbed Dohae’s arm tightly, afraid he’d fall.

Thud—the door closed. Dohae removed his hand from Pyeonghwa’s mouth and pulled out a handkerchief to vigorously wipe his saliva-covered palm.

“Don’t make a scene. It gets annoying when people gather.”

“Why did you wear a mask today? You always wear a hat!”

“I didn’t bring a hat.”

“Even with a mask, people will recognize you’re Do Dohae when they see that hair color, you know? Can’t you just change to black hair and come? I saw last time that you could change it quickly…… Ah! Should I give you a hat that can cover your hair?”

Pyeonghwa rummaged through the wardrobe and brought out an unused hat. It was a sun-blocking tinted cap for summer. It was a hat-style design with a lid, and fabric hung down from below, so it could cover all his hair.

“Hyung, here!”

“Put it away. I’m not wearing that shit.”

“You don’t like it? Well, it’s not really your style. You only wear shirts or knits. You always slick your hair up with wax too. But you look younger and gentler with your hair down, hyung. If you want to pretend to be nice, that would work better, you know? I like both though. Well, if I had to choose……”

“Ha.”

Watching Pyeonghwa chatter away gave him a headache. Dohae asked seriously with a frown on his face.

“Hey, is the part of you that’s sick your head?”

“Huh? No?”

“……I’m leaving.”

Dohae had complaints about everyone in the world, but Pyeonghwa annoyed him in a slightly different way. Every word he said made Dohae want to flick him on the head, he wanted to grab and pull on his loudly chattering mouth, and the dimples that formed deeply in his cheeks whenever he grinned irritated him so much he wanted to squeeze the tears right out of him.

‘Tch, if only he wasn’t sick.’

Dohae clicked his tongue inwardly and grabbed the front door handle. Just then, a motorcycle stopped nearby. Dohae held his breath and used his skill to open his ki sense. The motorcycle driver opened the gate and entered, getting closer and closer.

Judging by the stride, he was estimated to be around 170cm tall, a man in his 20s to 30s. The rustling sound of plastic could be heard, suggesting he was carrying something in his hand. An unpleasant smell flowed from that plastic and brushed past Dohae’s nose.

The motorcycle driver set the plastic bag down in front of the door. He stepped back a few steps, took a photo with a click, then turned around without hesitation, got back on his motorcycle, and disappeared.

“Huh? Delivery’s here. Move over.”

After checking the delivery arrival text, Pyeonghwa pushed Dohae aside and opened the front door. On the floor lay delivery food wrapped in white plastic. Pyeonghwa hummed a tune as he brought the delivery food inside. An intensely horrific scent rushed into Dohae’s nose, his ki sense still open.

‘Why the fuck does food smell like that……!’

As the shocked Dohae stood stiffly frozen in place, Pyeonghwa tilted his head. He said he was leaving, so why isn’t he going? Could it be…… does he want to eat? Pyeonghwa glanced down at the delivery food. The minimum order amount was high, so it was too much for one person, but he wasn’t keen on sitting face-to-face with Do Dohae for a meal.

After thinking for a moment, Pyeonghwa decided to be generous and share just this once, since he’d received a lot from him so far. And he’d have to take off his mask to eat, so today’s fan meeting would be possible too. Pyeonghwa’s positive circuits activated as he asked Dohae.

“Hyung, want to eat malatang before you go?”

“Mala? You, fuck, you live eating that shit?”

“Yep. I drink all the soup too. I’ll specially share it with you, hyung.”

“Ha!”

Dohae took off his shoes and strode inside. Pyeonghwa took the malatang in its plastic container out of the bag and placed it on the dining table.

“Hyung, this is spice level 3…… Huh? Hu-huh?”

Dohae approached and lifted the malatang up high. Pyeonghwa blinked his eyes in confusion. Before he could even stop him, Dohae flipped the container over and dumped the malatang into the sink.

“My, my malatang!”

“Move.”

“Not the tangsooyuk! Hyung, please!”

Pyeonghwa clung to him tearfully, but Dohae threw even the tangsooyuk into the sink. While Pyeonghwa stared blankly at the malatang and tangsooyuk he’d waited 90 minutes for, Dohae flung open the refrigerator door.

“My malatang…… my tangsooyuk……”

“Noh Pyeonghwa, bring me a trash bag right now.”

“A trash bag? Why again…… Don’t tell me, you’re going to throw that out too? No way! That’s my food supply!”

“I said bring it!”

Dohae glared as if he didn’t want to say it twice. Perhaps because he was an S-rank Hunter, even just a slight glare felt intimidating. The completely cowed Pyeonghwa hesitantly pulled out a trash bag from the drawer.

“Gasp, my food supply!”

Dohae poured the retort food from the refrigerator into the trash bag with a clatter. Pyeonghwa regretted inviting Dohae into his house. No matter how pretty he was, he shouldn’t have forgotten about his personality……!

“Hyung, not that! It’s an item!”

Despite Pyeonghwa’s protests, Dohae opened a can of ‘Apologies’ and took a sip. His face automatically scrunched up at the unhealthy fizzy taste, but as he’d said, it was indeed a recovery item. Dohae shoved the ‘Apologies’ into a corner of the refrigerator.

Next was the cupboard. Dohae put all of Pyeonghwa’s snacks—chocolate, jelly, candy, ramen, etc.—into the trash bag. Even as Pyeonghwa stomped his feet beside him pleadingly, he didn’t bat an eye.

After thoroughly clearing out the kitchen, Dohae sat in a dining chair and tapped on his phone. Pyeonghwa tried to sneak one trash bag into his room, but he was caught before even touching it and was brought to the seat in front of him.

Despite committing the atrocity of throwing away all his food, Do Dohae was looking down at his phone with an utterly aloof expression. While wearing a mask, no less! Pyeonghwa couldn’t stand it anymore and swung his arm toward him.

Smack!

“Bring it back.”

Though Pyeonghwa snatched the mask away, Dohae only twitched his eyebrow and didn’t budge. He only threw out a low command to bring it back. Pyeonghwa huffily threw the mask with its broken string at him. Only then did Dohae raise his gaze to look at Pyeonghwa.

“Keep acting cocky. If you want to get punished.”

“I don’t want to get punished. But I can’t forgive you!”

“What?”

“I thought I’d forgive you when I saw your face, but I can’t!”

Pyeonghwa slammed the table and jumped up. Dohae crossed his arms and tilted his chin up as if daring him to say more. Getting angrier at that attitude, Pyeonghwa pointed at him and vented his indignation.

“Ha, how can you just throw away other people’s stuff? Hyung, you’re doing this because you trust your face, right? That face isn’t all-powerful, you know? I’m fucking pissed right now, you know? I’m dying to leave hate comments, you know? As expected, you’re trash, hyung. Incredibly pretty trash……!”

Ding-dong. The doorbell rang. When Pyeonghwa hesitated, Dohae tilted his chin as if telling him to go check. His attitude of ordering people around was very natural. That crazy bastard! Does he think I’m his servant? Pyeonghwa deliberately stomped his feet as he opened the front door.

“Huh?”

Two large bags were placed in front of the door. At a glance, you could tell they were groceries delivered from a mart. Pyeonghwa came inside carrying the bags in both hands.

“Hyung, this……”

“Don’t make a fuss. Just sit down.”

“……”

Dohae snatched the bags away and began taking out the groceries one by one on the dining table. The packaging had words like organic, eco-friendly, antibiotic-free, pesticide-free, and additive-free written in large letters. Having lost all fighting spirit, Pyeonghwa slumped into his chair.

Dohae filled the refrigerator to the brim with healthy groceries and took out a frying pan and pot to start cooking. There was no hesitation in Dohae’s movements. Everything from cutting with a knife to adjusting the heat and seasoning was skilled. He was like someone who had been cooking for a long time.

Pyeonghwa propped his chin up and watched him. It was a hobby that didn’t suit a prince who seemed like he’d never gotten a drop of water on his hands. That’s why every scene of him moving was fascinating.

‘……I’m fucked if he finds out I’m not terminally ill.’

Pyeonghwa realized that the gifts he’d been giving weren’t hush money. Do Dohae wasn’t satisfied with bringing various health-related items every day—he even threw away all the delivery food, retort food, and snacks, then personally made him healthy food. He pitied him that much!

Pity. His mind became confused by a word that didn’t suit Do Dohae. He understood that he wasn’t as cold-blooded as he’d initially thought. However, he couldn’t accept that someone who had committed violence against a small, weak, unawakened minor could be kind enough to feel pity for a hate commenter.

Pyeonghwa quietly observed his expression. Even now, it didn’t seem like he particularly wanted to cook. Why is he doing this when he’s so obviously annoyed? Come to think of it, there hadn’t been a single moment when Do Dohae looked happy.

He’d been told many times in his life that his personality was peculiar, but he thought that was something you could only say because you didn’t know Do Dohae’s real personality. Do Dohae was the most unpredictable person in Pyeonghwa’s entire 20 years of life.