My upper body was completely exposed in an instant, and I faced the cold air of the cabin head-on.
“…Crazy bastard.”
The chill creeping through my body wasn’t just because of the temperature. My spine turned cold as I dealt with Baek Sahyun’s attitude, which felt like a biting wind blowing fiercely.
Baek Sahyun, who threw my shirt under the bed like handling a rag, finally showed a slightly peaceful face.
“Haah.”
He slowly repeated inhaling and exhaling, regulating his breathing. It was an act just like meditation. Damn it, I was terrified after being stripped without even knowing the reason, but his appearance of finding peace alone was irritating.
“Why is your expression like that?”
Baek Sahyun, who had been repeating that act for a while, suddenly asked.
“What about me.”
Having my expression pointed out, I felt my face with my hand. Damn it. My cheeks were stiff, and my lips were drooping down as if about to cry.
“Because you look too wronged.”
Wouldn’t you feel wronged if you were me, you son of a bitch? Curses rose up my throat, but I endured with superhuman strength.
“……”
My tightly closed mouth trembled pitifully. Life as Nam Heejae was so shitty that my will to survive kept breaking.
It was already fucked up that I almost became some bastard’s plaything after catching his eye at the party, but Baek Sahyun’s attitude was also garbage, making my insides boil. The bed sheet rolled up under my clenched fist.
My mood was filthy, desperate, and embarrassing.
All kinds of emotions mixed together, making my eyes sting. Fuck. Actually, this was a predetermined result. How could a bastard like me—an orphan with no decent job—possibly imitate a well-fed and well-raised young master?
It was when the valley of emotions was deepening day and night.
“What the…!”
Splash, cold water was poured over my head. The cold sensation flowed down my face and soaked my chest. As you might expect, it was Baek Sahyun’s doing. While I was lost in thought, he had poured bottled water over me.
“I told you Nam Heejae doesn’t use vulgar speech, and you’re starting again.”
“……”
“Are you getting possessed by evil spirits every chance you get?”
It seemed like that damn evil spirit talk had triggered him again. He continued speaking slowly.
“I wonder what kind of dead bastard it is that’s coveting Nam Heejae’s body.”
Even though my body temperature dropped sharply and I was shaking miserably, a rebellious consciousness toward Baek Sahyun raised its head inside me.
What? Coveting Nam Heejae’s body? What is this rude bastard talking about? No matter how great Nam Heejae is, he’s ultimately just a character in a gay porno novel, so why would I be crazy enough to covet that body?
Even if I had worked day and night doing manual labor, life as Jang Woohyun would have been much better. Better than Nam Heejae, who gets tortured by a bastard like Baek Sahyun and then exits.
Perhaps that’s why a strange anger blazed fiercely.
I felt the same longing for the pillow I had used to block Baek Sahyun’s breath not long ago. It felt like I could kill him right now. Even if I became a criminal, Hyungman-ssi would somehow pull strings for me.
“Haha!”
At that moment, Baek Sahyun burst into a wicked laugh. He tilted his head back slightly and closed his eyes into crescents.
I think I’m starting to understand his way of thinking a bit—the more I glared at him with fire in my eyes, the more he seemed to enjoy it with glee.
Over that appearance, the moment of waterboarding from not long ago overlaid. Come to think of it, Baek Sahyun had shown such a bright smile just before the waterboarding too, irritating me.
Of course, back then he had laughed like a madman, so there was some difference, but anyway.
‘As expected, I’ll be waterboarded again.’
I instinctively shrank back. The faint anger that had flared up quickly evaporated. My survival instinct seemed to be working really hard. According to the repertoire, soon there would be a hot blow to my cheek, and then I’d be dragged into the bathroom by my hair like a dog.
At the obviously predictable development, I spoke with a sense of injustice.
“You son of a bitch. Should I just go to the bathroom now and fill the water?”
As if that didn’t please him, Baek Sahyun suddenly sent a cold gaze. But I pressed my throat even harder to hide my frightened voice and said.
“You’re going to waterboard me again while saying I’m possessed by ghosts or whatever, right? Am I wrong?”
One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. The more the silence deepened, the more I felt my hands and feet trembling finely.
Baek Sahyun is a bastard with a demonic talent for creating a creepy atmosphere. So one could say that the one who needs an exorcism ritual is not me but that bastard.
Baek Sahyun, who tilted his head with a “hmm,” answered in a kind tone.
“I won’t interfere, so wash up cleanly and come out.”
Look at him, the world’s psychopath, pretending to have no intention of attacking and backing off.
I was dumbfounded for a moment.
“…What are you talking about. Weren’t you planning to waterboard me again?”
At the direct question, Baek Sahyun sat down on the edge of the bed and muttered.
“I wasn’t, but if you want to, I’ll do it.”
His hand roughly snatched away the blanket I had been clutching tightly. I felt damp cold sweat in my empty hand. I snapped.
“Bullshit! Try it for 50 seconds this time, fuck. I’ll endure it like a swimmer.”
“Are you throwing a tantrum because you don’t want to wash?”
“No matter how much you play innocent, you’re still a crazy bastard, you know? Who do you think you’re fooling?”
As I openly ran my mouth, Baek Sahyun seemed to get irritated too. He exhaled with a “haah.”
“Right. You think you can last 50 seconds?”
He had a chilling face as if he would strangle my neck immediately. So I twisted my lips. Right. This is it. This is Baek Sahyun’s true face.
Even though only a few days had passed since possessing Nam Heejae’s body, I could assert it. Baek Sahyun is suffering from madness. That bastard is a proper lunatic whose screws have come completely loose!
While experiencing fear and exhilaration simultaneously, I also felt slightly ashamed.
That’s because I was bare-chested while that bastard was fully dressed up. It felt like it was telling me the difference in level between him and me, making me feel miserable.
So I said.
“Stop the power struggle and start quickly. Do all the psychopathic shit you want to do to your heart’s content.”
Perhaps because I was agitated, my breathing gradually grew rougher and my face heated up. But thanks to the alcohol, my mind was loose, and I couldn’t stop my mouth from moving noisily on its own.
Baek Sahyun nodded as if listening.
“Your courage is admirable but….”
The guy who muttered that asked as if puzzled.
“Those words. Can you take responsibility for them?”
I snorted. The question of whether I could take responsibility didn’t suit the situation.
“Do I even have that right? What can I do? If you tell me to do it, I have to do it.”
An empty laugh spread out. Baek Sahyun stared silently at me biting my lips, then smoothly reached out his hand and gently stroked my neck and collarbone.
I stiffened at another person’s body heat felt in a sensitive place.
…Why is this bastard suddenly acting like this? Toward me, who was bewildered, Baek Sahyun whispered.
“You have a high fever.”
“……”
“I even poured water on you…, are you still not sober?”
The guy who added calmly moved the direction of his hand and pressed my chest and nape step by step. Thinking that maybe his gay button had been pressed by seeing Nam Heejae’s upper body, I slapped away Baek Sahyun’s hand with a smack.
Then Baek Sahyun wrinkled his handsome brow and said.
“Why are your hands so spicy?”
“Fuck, are your hands sweet?”
“…I wonder? Want to taste them?”
What kind of ridiculous nonsense is this now?
I didn’t stop struggling even though Baek Sahyun was making a bizarre expression.
“Don’t be disgusting pretending to care about your friend now. Don’t you feel sick every time you do that?”
Baek Sahyun was a hundred times more rude and had worse hand habits than the thugs I met during my school days. He even had dual personality traits, making him incredibly difficult to deal with.
Unable to overcome my sense of injustice, I kicked his shoulder with my heel.
“You’re going to be nice like this and then grab my hair anyway.”
“……”
“What. Does it piss you off that I’m hitting you? Then should I just sit here and get beaten?”
Wow, Jang Woohyun. That was fucking strong just now…, damn it. I’m screwed. You might think what’s the point of running my mouth if I’m going to regret it after spitting it out, but I rationalized it all as Nam Heejae’s weakness to alcohol and calmed my resentment.
My limbs, consumed by the alcohol, wouldn’t listen at all. Thinking I might be dragged to the basement that Baek Sahyun personally prepared today, I prayed for Nam Heejae’s soul in advance.
Heejae, I’m sorry. You’re going to have a funeral. Hyung is really shameless toward you but… still, since hyung will be the one getting hit and hurting, I hope you’ll take that into consideration. Now that it’s come to this, I’ll endure it with hyung’s resilience.
“Your personality sucks when you’re drunk.”
Baek Sahyun, who had been silent, suddenly pressed his body close and spoke. I swung my arm telling him to fuck off, but I was quickly subdued by him and fell onto the mattress with a thud.
Baek Sahyun, pressing down on me as I flailed, climbed onto my waist area.
