The first question that came to mind was this.
‘Why? We’re going back soon anyway, aren’t we?’
Gil Taeseo was a much busier person than he appeared. Especially as it intensified day by day, he’d return later or suddenly go on business trips. When the business trip seemed to be getting longer, the bedroom situation became much more persistent, so he couldn’t help but notice the frequency.
Seeing that he didn’t even have a change of clothes, this outing was clearly a brief deviation. Then they’d have to rush back, so there was no need to bring the child all the way here.
As Saehyeon just rolled his eyes quietly, Gil Taeseo began to move slowly. With those long legs, he quickly crossed even the large room and reached near the door. Watching him, Saehyeon also awkwardly raised his body.
‘Now? Is he leaving now? But I’m still in a robe.’
Unlike the man who had changed into neat clothes, Saehyeon was still in his fluffy robe. Judging by the feeling of air passing through when he moved slightly, he clearly still had no underwear on below either.
To think he’d get dressed by himself and try to leave, what bad taste—in the midst of thinking that, Gil Taeseo brought up unexpected words.
“Play with the kid. I’ll be back after handling some work.”
After a brief buffering, Saehyeon could understand Gil Taeseo’s words. In other words, he seemed to be saying to stay here with the child while he handled urgent matters and returned.
It was true that he’d felt regretful thinking he’d only be able to see him like a thief at night and then go back. But when a reprieve he hadn’t thought of suddenly fell upon him, he couldn’t help but be bewildered.
This bizarre dictator even personally found and brought back the lost item before his outing. It was Taesol, who was wide awake and sparkling right beside Saehyeon. It was considerable generosity.
“…Wh-when are you coming back?”
That’s why. To return appropriate generosity for that generosity.
Or, because he just needed to know when he was coming back so he could prepare in advance.
It was only for that reason.
Gil Taeseo, who had half-opened the door, stopped dead in his tracks. He could see the man slowly turning toward him. His usually glittering face seemed a bit bewildered too. As if he hadn’t thought at all that he’d hear such words.
Saehyeon intuitively knew that his own expression wouldn’t be much different from his. Surely it would be an awkward, confused, and bizarre face somewhere.
He was also regretting about ten times now for bringing up unnecessary words.
“…Dealing with fucking annoying bastards has no beginning or end. It’d be convenient to just kill them all, but that’s something you have to choose the time and place for.”
‘…As if anyone would say he’s not a gangster bastard.’
He really said “I’ll be late because I’m busy” in such a creative way. Gil Taeseo’s speech, which wasn’t pretty to begin with, seemed to have developed even more dramatically through the winds and waves of time.
“Stay put. Don’t even think about running away.”
Gil Taeseo, who glanced at Saehyeon covering the child’s ears just in case, turned his body just like that.
“Who said anything about running… Hyak!”
He was muttering quietly when the vibration ringing beside his thigh nearly made Saehyeon jump up from where he was sitting in shock. Fumbling around in the blankets, he caught something smooth and square.
“A phone?”
At first he thought it was his own, but looking closely it wasn’t. Saehyeon’s was an old model with traces of the bottom edge of the screen being slightly chipped away. This one was too smooth and shiny to be Saehyeon’s, clearly close to brand new by anyone’s standards.
“…Didn’t he leave this behind?”
If it wasn’t Saehyeon’s, there was only one answer, wasn’t there? He thought about following right away to give it to him, but if Gil Taeseo returned to the room, they’d cross paths.
While he hesitated, the phone vibrated once more. As he picked it up and accidentally swiped, the phone revealed its contents without a lock screen. Saliva automatically gulped down his throat.
This was absolutely, absolutely not him trying to spy on Gil Taeseo’s phone. He could check what message came and if possible, even call one of the saved numbers.
Swallowing down excuses he didn’t know who they were for, at the top of the screen he looked at, there was one text message.
[Tell Yoon Changwook what you need or use the card. I left it on the nightstand]
Seeing the nonchalant text content, he roughly got the idea. He’d probably left it behind on purpose. Saehyeon’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly as he glanced at the text for a moment.
“Card?”
Having read that far, Saehyeon whipped his head around. On the nightstand beside the bed where the lamp and phone sat, there really was a card placed there. Saehyeon, who had been staring at the matte black plastic, tapped the screen.
[Why would I use your card.]
Gil Taeseo had offered a card before. But Saehyeon had inevitably refused it.
‘It’s not like I’m getting sponsored or anything.’
Wasn’t he already getting meals, getting rides, and occasionally even sleeping at his house? At least that much had excuses like doing it in passing with the child, or going along vaguely because Gil Taeseo called him. But cards were a different story.
[Think of it as a business trip allowance]
But Gil Taeseo didn’t yield easily either. As if seeing through the psychology of finding a reasonable reason, he even provided justification.
[Yoon Changwook standing outside the door gets a business trip allowance too, so you want to be dropped off in a foreign place penniless?]
Usually in morning dramas, chaebol alphas involved with poor omegas were wary, saying they kept trying to extort money. But Gil Taeseo was somehow desperate to make him spend money.
‘It does seem to make sense though…’
[And no matter how much you spend, it won’t even be as much as an ant’s eye booger, so what’s with the fuss.]
“…This bastard?”
Saehyeon’s face, which had been pondering uncertainly, became distorted in an instant. He must have forgotten because he’d only been showing such shabby appearances. Saehyeon was also a young master born into a financially well-off family. Though not as much as Gil Taeseo.
[Even if you get cleaned out and become a beggar bastard, don’t say anything]
“Should we go out together?”
Saehyeon turned his head sharply with a determined expression. In the spot beside the bed was a child lying spread-eagled. Watching his ever-changing father’s face with sparkling eyes, interestedly.
“Yeah? Yeah yeah! Good!”
Having obtained even the child’s vigorous affirmation, Saehyeon raised his body. Perhaps because yesterday there had been no strain on his waist, his body felt very light.
‘…It feels lighter than usual too?’
It was a thought he could have because he was completely unaware that the oral sex accompanied by pheromones with Gil Taeseo had helped.
Saehyeon changed into the clothes placed on the sofa and resolutely gathered the phone, card, and child.
“Let’s show him what’s what.”
The firm resolve to demolish a corner of that cocky bourgeois bastard’s fortune easily pushed aside various reasons not to use the card. Saehyeon grasped the child’s hand and vigorously exited the room.
“Good day to you.”
In front of the door stood a familiar face as expected. It was Yoon Changwook in ordinary yet formal casual clothes instead of a suit that looked like he’d do rough work at first glance.
Though he still couldn’t give up on rough colors and was jet black from head to toe. For Saehyeon, who had been prepared to accompany a gangster underling in a suit, this was an unexpected gain.
Perhaps because Saehyeon unknowingly gave him a searching look, Yoon Changwook awkwardly averted his eyes.
“Well… the director told me to only show my gangster side when killing someone if I wanted to show it all…”
“Aha.”
Gil Taeseo must have given him a hint. Even though he himself always wore suits when going out.
Saehyeon notified him in advance that they’d probably be moving around busily today and walked briskly ahead. Beside him followed a giggling child, and behind them a taciturn black-clad man.
“…Um, but. By any chance… did you receive a business trip allowance?”
“…Pardon?”
He also tried satisfying his curiosity in passing. Saehyeon had thought Gil Taeseo’s talk of business trip allowances was a lie, but it seemed to be true unexpectedly. Borrowing Yoon Changwook’s words, Gil Taeseo was a director who was clear about reprimands and rewards.
Then was this also a reward? Saehyeon fiddled with the card inside his shirt pocket.
For something booked in a hurry, the hotel was quite large and luxurious. Not only were there food and beverage stores like restaurants and bars inside, but it was equipped with everything from a swimming pool to a spa and children’s play facilities. So at first, he’d certainly thought he could at least jump rope with a long receipt.
But a moment later, Saehyeon and the child sat slouched on a bench in the shade at the beach entrance and let out deep sighs.
“Whew…”
“Phewww…”
That’s because, more than expected, it wasn’t easy to spend money at places that suited his taste exactly. Perhaps because Gil Taeseo had booked such an expensive room, most services were included in the room rate, and it felt awkward to buy useless things that his conscience wouldn’t allow.
Furthermore, why were there so many people inside the hotel? Just from looking around briefly, Saehyeon was completely overwhelmed.
And, it was the same for the child too.
‘You’re really pretty. Play with me!’
‘Huh? Uh…?’
The child was extremely popular everywhere they went. Saehyeon looked over the child sitting beside him with fresh eyes. He’d been cute enough even wearing old clothes, but now wearing neat clothes, the degree was severe.
If he didn’t stay sharp, he worried whether some strange person might kidnap him.
