“Hyung doesn’t know anything about me.”
“Hey, fuck, you were the one who ate chicken feet first and stuck out your tongue not knowing what to do!”
“I thought you’d suck on it.”
“What, you crazy bastard?”
“Ah, you left my luscious tongue alone and just sucked on the chicken feet. What exactly is wrong with you? Is your sense of taste worse than others?”
“If you came to piss me off again, just ge…”
He almost carelessly told him to get lost but bit his lower lip. Even if he told him to get lost, he wasn’t the type to leave, but you never know. He was exceptionally contrarian by nature.
“Get it out?”
“Get out what!”
Jaeha pretended to unzip his pants, then modestly zipped back up at Taesung’s sharp rebuke. Then he waved the phone he’d been looking at intently and said cheerfully.
“I ordered chicken. Says it’ll take 50 minutes.”
It meant he had to take care of it within 50 minutes.
The waves will be rough on the way, so to spend it comfortably inside the sack, an empty stomach would be better.
“Just eat the chicken and go.”
“I’ll think about that after eating.”
“Ha…”
Reluctantly opening the refrigerator again. He spotted a bottle lying on the top shelf. It was red wine he’d received as a gift from a business partner president and shoved in there. He’d heard something about how you shouldn’t refrigerate it, but to Taesung, wine was tasteless alcohol whether expensive or cheap, well-stored or not.
But red wine had the optimal conditions for slipping in sleeping pills. The deep red color and strong scent would quickly dissolve the white powder, and the chalky feeling from the pills would also be hidden by wine’s characteristic astringent taste that uncomfortably scratched the tongue.
Taesung skillfully pulled out the cork. Separate from his preferences about wine, he’d picked up this skill following Chairman Hyun Hongwon around a lot. Then he took out wine glasses that had been shoved in the cabinet since right after purchase and poured the wine. The wine, which had an exceptionally deep and brilliant light like fresh blood dripping from a freshly cut wound, sloshed roughly inside the round glass.
He dumped in the powder without knowing how much the proper amount was and hurriedly turned around. Jaeha was humming while looking at his phone.
“You liked wine, right?”
“Hyung really doesn’t know anything about me.”
No, I clearly saw you sipping it just fine next to Chairman Hyun Hongwon.
Taesung gritted his molars and swallowed his anger. Let’s be patient, it’ll be over today anyway. Just think ‘Oh my, still being a pain till the end’ and let it go.
“You’re crazy about grapes and buy them all the time, but now you don’t like wine? Then you’re just going to throw away what I poured?”
“I’m on an empty stomach though?”
“Fuck it, throw it away then.”
“Okay, I’ll drink it. I just have to drink it, right? What kind of wine is it?”
“I don’t know, bastard. It’s in English.”
He shoved the bottle at him to check for himself.
“It’s French though?”
Jaeha irritated him until the very end.
Blue veins writhed at Taesung’s temples. As if sensing that one more word would send the wine bottle flying at his head, Jaeha rolled his lips inward and held out his hand. He stretched out his long fingers and gently wrapped them around the glass Taesung held out. When Taesung poured it, the wine had definitely been a bright blood-red color, but in the glass that entered Jaeha’s hand, it sparkled brilliantly like an expensive jewel.
“You want me to drink without even a toast?”
I knew it.
Taesung brought over his own glass he’d poured in advance. His hand holding desperately onto the wine glass’s slender stem trembled, worried about what to do if Jaeha suggested switching glasses. Jaeha raised his water-colored eyes and gazed up at the red waves sloshing in Taesung’s glass. Taesung swallowed dry saliva and knocked his wine glass against the rim of Jaeha’s glass hard enough to break.
And he emptied the glass in one gulp as if not giving Jaeha a chance to say anything.
Jaeha also drank about half the wine.
Since he’d put in enough drugs to put down an elephant, that was enough.
Taesung looked down at Jaeha sleeping soundly on the bed and pulled out the box tape he’d brought. The tape tore with a noise that seemed to rip his ears, making him flinch and swallow. But Jaeha showed no sign of waking up.
Yeah, keep sleeping like that. Don’t wake up until you arrive in China.
He was about to put tape on the mouth that had only made annoying sounds when Captain Hwang suddenly came to mind. That dirty bastard. Hadn’t he almost died before after touching the mistress of a mob boss he was smuggling for big money? He’d also heard rumors about him swinging his lower half around everywhere on the boat.
He didn’t know if Captain Hwang also touched men, and there wouldn’t be many who’d assault an alpha, but Jaeha was needlessly pretty. That was the problem.
He looked down at the mouth that had turned redder from just drinking wine. The lips, looking especially luscious from holding moist wetness, twitched slightly with each breath. The sensation he’d felt when he’d pressed his lips to these lips once suddenly revived and tickled his mouth. Taesung carefully reached out his hand and swept back the wavy hair covering Jaeha’s forehead. Below the white forehead sat eyebrows as neat as if drawn. And below the smoothly shaped eyes, he could see long eyelashes and a prominent nose bridge like a snowy mountain in some picturesque European village.
While thinking of Jaeha, who kept following him around, as an annoying guy, a son of a bitch he hated to look at, Taesung would sometimes impulsively touch his face as he slept beside him. It wasn’t because he had other feelings. Just like a child seeing a flower for the first time plucks it and smells it without anyone telling them to, his hand went to Jaeha like the instinct of a person seeing something beautiful.
If I’m like this, that garbage bastard Captain Hwang won’t leave Jaeha alone either. If he had no interest in a man’s hole, he’d at least shove it in his mouth. Taesung threw down the tape and ran to the kitchen, frantically searching everywhere without even knowing what he was looking for. When he came to his senses, an especially sharp-edged fruit knife was in his hand.
Right. Plastic surgery techniques are good these days, so they can treat scars cleanly. Whether it’s the cheek or forehead, I’ll slash it and wrap him up in bandages to send him off. Captain Hwang will also open it slightly, and as soon as he discovers the knife scar on his face, he’ll close it without looking closely.
If I just cover his face, his body is just a sturdy man’s, and Captain Hwang isn’t the type to be interested in an alpha’s hole, not even an omega.
Taesung climbed on top of Jaeha’s stomach and pondered for a long time where to slash. The cheek would be best after all. It wouldn’t be fatal and would be good for surgery too.
He brought the knife below the cheekbone covered with long eyelashes. Suddenly thinking it was too close to the eyes, he aimed the knife tip a bit lower. The sensation when he’d pinched Jaeha’s cheek before brushed past his fingers. He was about to turn that soft, smooth skin bloody. Bumpy scars might remain like Taesung’s body full of dirty wounds. The eyes might get distorted and the mouth twisted from pulling the skin and stitching it carelessly. But still.
‘Still, this is better.’
If he could turn back time and was given the choice of getting holes in his belly and losing a couple fingers instead of suffering ‘that thing’ from Taesung, Taesung would choose the latter without hesitation. Having his body torn was better than having his soul trampled and his pride ripped out.
Yeah, Jaeha, this is right. Trust me.
Trust hyung.
He raised the knife. In that instant, Jaeha’s eyes snapped open. Taesung froze with the knife in hand. Before the question “why” could even form in his mind, Jaeha reached out first. A strong grip twisted Taesung’s wrist. The fruit knife rolled out helplessly between his loosened fingers. Hearing the metallic sound as it hit the floor, Taesung thought:
‘I’m fucked.’
“Wow, our hyung is really beyond saving.”
He muttered in a voice mixed with laughter, but Jaeha’s expression remained coldly hardened. Taesung gritted his molars and shook him off. Ending this nicely is out of the question. Now I have to beat him half to death with brute force and get him on the boat.
Taesung swung his fist with all his strength. Jaeha’s face whipped to the opposite side. Frowning heavily with his neat brow, Jaeha rubbed his jaw. Then, tsk, just as he clicked his tongue, he instantly struck Taesung’s solar plexus with his knee.
“Kugh.”
No matter how much his tolerance for beatings had increased from getting hit everywhere, he couldn’t help it with vital spots. His vision went black for a moment and his ears went deaf. Only able to inhale but unable to exhale, he only spat out choking sounds like a goose. Jaeha let out a scoff and grabbed Taesung by the collar, throwing him under the bed. He kicked hard at his side and his breath returned. Though his ribs hurt as if they’d been crushed.
“Argh, fuck…”
“When a servant bastard punches the young master’s face, he should be rolled up in a mat to come to his senses. I guess because I kept smiling at you, you saw me as an idiot? Fuck, hyung. If your head is bad, don’t even think about making plans. Did you think I’d just obediently drink and die when you suddenly acted sweet and poured me alcohol?”
“Hey, shi-, Jaeha. Don’t misunderstand…”
“Misunderstand? Ah, so our hyung’s heart isn’t like that, but I’m having a big misunderstanding right now. Then you fucker, why don’t you tell me. What am I misunderstanding?”
