Slowly, little by little, Woonghee approached him.
But his hands weren’t so leisurely. Woonghee grabbed the plastic in his grip hastily and voraciously like someone who’d been starving for days.
The slippery texture gave him an excessive sense of relief.
‘Got it, got it, f-finally….’
Just, just this small volume. Yet his heart became a bit more relaxed, and the noise in his head was sucked out. Woonghee hastily shoved it into his raincoat pocket. So that no one, not a single person could see.
If he could, he wanted to cut his skin and force it deep inside.
If he had… perhaps, it really would have been okay.
“…Excuse me, th-there.”
“Mm?”
He raised the ending note with that voice of his.
“It looks like people lived here.”
“People?”
He frowned his pitch-black eyebrows. He wasn’t as surprised as expected. Woonghee was so surprised he rubbed his eyes several times, rubbed them again and checked, but he was just completely calm.
“There’s a lighthouse over there.”
Woonghee’s slender finger pierced through the air. Somewhere high up in those mountains. But the man didn’t even give it a glance. His gaze remained fixed on Woonghee, not moving at all.
“Is that so?”
A strange curve caught on the tail end. He leaned forward and placed his clasped hands over his thighs.
“And what else did you see?”
“I zoomed in with my phone.”
Woonghee turned his shoulder and pointed to the opposite side.
“I think there was an island over there.”
He looked, looked again, and peered once more, thinking he might have mistaken something.
“An island in this vast ocean. That’s a complete jackpot.”
He pressed down on his thighs that looked firm with his thick elbows. The line of his forearms wrapped in an expensive black shirt fell elegantly.
“Then how do we get to that island? Ah, should we swim there?”
He smiled slowly and gestured toward the sea with his eyes. Woonghee bit his tongue anxiously. There’s no time to be joking around like this.
The man’s damn pheromones rippling around seemed to flow along Woonghee’s skin. Binding his wrists, gripping his ankles…
“Wh-what kind of fuel does your cruise use?”
“Your?”
Pfft, the man laughed, pulling at the corner of his mouth. It’s the expression of looking at a cute cat climbing up endlessly.
“Diesel.”
Woonghee rolled his eyes around. Light brown eyelashes descended over his eyes with faint double eyelids.
…Can you use diesel in a lighthouse too?
Moonlight gathered densely on his eyelashes and shone smoothly. It was as if crumbled moonlight powder had formed there and was shining brilliantly.
Woonghee was lost in thought. Not knowing that another’s two eyes were fixed on him. The lewd eyes that descended along his neckline sank endlessly, imagining the nape hidden below the shirt collar.
“Are you going to turn on the lighthouse to send a rescue signal?”
“Yes…. Though it could be an uninhabited island where no one lives, like this island.”
Woonghee muttered hazily. Yeah, let’s not hesitate and just try it. Since we don’t know if it’ll work or not.
Swoosh, the sea breeze blew.
“Then let’s search the cruise once. There might be emergency fuel remaining.”
Thinking it was fortunate in the midst of misfortune, Woonghee nodded. He had to move his body diligently.
“It’s still dark. It’d be better to move as soon as the sun rises tomorrow.”
Woonghee lowered his eyelashes. Yeah, it would be better to move after daybreak. There might be sharks in that sea, and he could get stung by jellyfish again.
“Woonghee-ssi is working hard.”
The man’s gaze was pooled between Woonghee’s toes.
“Aren’t you upset?”
Woonghee blinked slowly. What’s there to be upset about? Curiosity filled his eyes, which looked longer because his eyelashes grew softer toward the ends.
They were the eyes of a cat gripping a table with its front paws and looking into a fish tank.
“My life is fucked because of 50 billion.”
Well, what changes if I’m upset?
These are thoughts like chronic illness that only make me dig my own grave. Rather, if I catch more fish, pick one more coconut fruit, carve one more piece of wood, or swim a bit more, such anxiety would melt away completely.
“If everyone here dies anyway.”
“……”
“You with your 50 billion would be more upset.”
A heavy silence sank between the two. The man was still staring at him. What on earth is he holding inside those thoughts?
Eyes with emotions erased, a gaze that held only instinct like a crocodile. Eyes that seemed like they would open a long snout hidden beneath the water and crunch the opponent’s head if they showed even a slight opening.
“Why do you keep staring like that?”
“What did I do?”
Isn’t he staring at me whenever I turn my eyes? Creepily. That keeps making me tense. That man must surely not be unaware of it either. A man who manipulates others with the direction of his gaze, his presence, his tone.
“Why, what did I do?”
He creeeak, rose from the chair. From the chair that spat out that heavy body came a creepy sound.
“Isn’t Woonghee-ssi too conscious of me? You’re always the one who got scared and avoided me.”
He gradually approaches closer. Thud, thuuud. The sandy beach digs very deeply beneath those large shoe soles. The pheromones overflowing from him grew thicker.
“Don’t remember? Two days ago you also got startled and ran away.”
“I didn’t run away.”
“Ahhh, then was it a game of ‘catch me if you can’?”
This deeply colors the air. Woonghee unconsciously put strength into his groin. Between his thighs tightened on their own.
Welling up, something flows through his pee hole. What on earth is happening to his body? Might the man discover his sticky and wet groin? He unconsciously gulped down his saliva.
“Nervous, right?”
As if he noticed these inner thoughts, the man laughed. Swoosh, the sea breeze clumped together. Dampness soaked his skin wetly.
“Why? Am I wrong?”
The man’s pitch-black hair like coal became disheveled. It tangled messily like beast fur, and from within, his earlobes that revealed a sharp impression with slightly pointed ends were exposed.
“That’s why you keep avoiding me.”
His lips that slowly spat out words tore long to the side. His eyes toward him were strange.
“That’s because…”
That’s because, fuck. You act creepily. Looking into me with that strange smile, observing and monitoring as if you see through everything. Reigning over other people, acting as if it’s natural like it’s your flesh and bone.
In your eyes… it’s as if hundreds of pythons are coiled up inside.
If you’re a normal human, wouldn’t you naturally not want someone like you nearby?
“Because you’re shitty and I don’t want to get involved.”
Once again swoosh, the sea breeze blew in. The plastic of the raincoat clung to Woonghee’s wet skin.
“Woonghee-ssi is really rude.”
He now came right up to Woonghee’s nose. Woonghee’s vision gradually turned black. A huge shadow was covering him. That body was a huge mass even sitting, but when standing up, it was truly formidable. His height seemed to easily exceed 190cm.
“I don’t really like climbing up.”
At the overwhelming sense of intimidation, Woonghee released the strength from his grip.
“If you want to do that kind of thing, look for another person.”
“That kind of thing?”
He raised his thick, pitch-black eyebrows. Soon a nonchalant languidness appeared on his expression that said he had no idea what was being said.
“Ahhh, sex, you mean something like that?”
He looked around with exaggerated gestures.
“Who exactly should I look for here?”
Then he soon pointed somewhere with his sharply falling jawline.
“How would I know that?”
“Hmm, surely not Director Hwang…?”
He gives his gaze somewhere. It was the bungalow where Director Hwang was staying.
“Your taste is really crazy.”
A sticky voice slowly burrowed into his ears. Managing Director Gi slapped down his huge fist like a warship onto his large palm.
“Do you want to watch me and Director Hwang have sex?”
“Director-nim is a married man,” he whispered.
“Do you like affairs?”
Would I like that kind of thing, if you were…
“Why can you only think of such options? You and I can just leave here.”
Woonghee clenched his fist tight. His soft cheeks trembled. Put diesel in the lighthouse, turn on the light, and send a rescue signal to the island in that distant place. Then it would all be done.
Surely there wouldn’t be not a single person in this vast ocean? He would somehow beg desperately to save his life.
“Ah, yes, that’s right, we just need to leave here!”
The man burst into a pleasant laugh as if he didn’t know. Deep in his eyes, stubborn and tenacious laughter was tangled.
“Then Woonghee-ssi, please I’m begging you, until then please hide that smell.”
He pressed down hard on his nose.
“My nose feels like it’s going to rot and decay, fuck.”
And Woonghee finally discovered it then.
No, perhaps he’d known all along. Hadn’t he been staring only forward, trying not to glance over there somehow?
Trying not to look even by accident at what was stretching the man’s suit pants taut…
“Don’t you feel sorry for me? I’m also a good citizen who files tax returns.”
The volume was so tremendous that anyone could see it, he absolutely couldn’t pretend not to know even if he tried.
Moreover, the man’s words that burst out after that.
“Woonghee-ssi is wet too.”
Were exactly this.
D-discovered…. The exposed Woonghee had no skill to withstand his gaze, so he quickly turned his body around. He hurriedly hid into his cave.
Completely unaware that someone was glaring at that sight as if to split it open with eyes soaked in frenzy.
