Lazy cat. A thick finger pressed against his lips. Yaba rose and looked around with sleepy eyes. When he confirmed that it was not the accommodation, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Cha Yiseok seemed to have just gotten out of the shower and was drying off.
“I’m just going to show my face for a while. Chairman Cha will be bothering me if I leave my seat for too long.”
The clock ticked toward 11 a.m. He screamed so much at dawn that his throat was hoarse, and his lower limbs seemed to have gone numb. The man wore a grey suit and a trench coat. He fixed his eyes on Yaba as he fastened his tie. The handwork in tying the tie was impeccable. Cha Yiseok leaned his arm on the edge of the bed and examined the back of Yaba’s head. The scent of the lotion, resembling the scent of water, lingered on his skin. He could hear the click of his tongue in his ear.
“Why aren’t you healed yet?”
There must have been blood on the bandage again. He didn’t wash his hair for days and days, so it was uncomfortable for him to touch.
“It was because the corner of the pillow was cut. While I was sleeping, a woman with a torn mouth came and pulled out the stitches one by one. Sleeping on the centre of the pillow will be fine.”
He raised one eyebrow.
“I should punish her for entering someone else’s bedroom on her own.”
Cha Yiseok was strange. He didn’t tear apart Yaba’s language like the eunuch singers did. He didn’t try to dissect or rip out his way of thinking. What did it mean when he looked straight at him? If he looked straight ahead, what prize would he give him?
Even when he took care of Jang Sejun when he was young, sympathetic eyes were all he could see. In Paradiso, no matter what he did, he was sent to the warehouse. No one had ever rewarded him for anything he’d done. Cha Yiseok had turned over the world he had built with all his might, without a single touch, and that wasn’t the same as collapse.
Yaba looked away from him and blinked.
“What.”
He asked quietly.
“Just because.”
Yaba replied. Cha Yiseok lowered his eyes and touched Yaba’s lips with his fingertips.
“Don’t let anyone in. No going out, of course. What do you want to eat?”
His pupils became more and more dry. His complexion also had deteriorated. His features were nimble and cold like those of a vampire, which made him seem even more decadent. Cha Yiseok had dangerously crossed the boundary between sophistication and savagery without warning these days. In the morning, he woke up before himself, took medicine with each meal, and reviewed papers in his spare time… He wanted to believe it was because he had a busy day. Yaba parted his stiff lips.
“Mustard-flavoured ice cream. Brick-flavoured chocolate.”
A mischievous light reflected in Cha Yiseok’s eyes.
“Okay. I’ll get them for you.”
He pressed their lips together deeply and sucked in Yaba’s tongue and breath. He slipped his hands under Yaba’s shirt and groped for the tips of his nipples. A sigh leaked out at the languid touch. He climbed into bed like a man who had abandoned his will to go to work. He groomed Yaba’s cheeks, under his chin, and every finger joint. At the end of his moan, he furrowed his eyebrows.
“Don’t go outside. I’ll come back as soon as possible.”
Even after saying that, Cha Yiseok did not get out of bed. He hung on to Yaba for a while, then lifted the briefcase as if it were hanging off a string. His hand turned the doorknob while his eyes were on Yaba.
As Cha Yiseok left, something that hadn’t been around the whole time crawled. The snake climbed onto the bed and brazenly laid its head on Yaba’s ankle. Maybe it was because it almost got cut in half by Cha Yiseok this morning, so it staggered. Yaba hated the damp snake scales, but he didn’t have the strength to kick it, so he decided to give up.
Was that a secret that he could carry alone like this? If Cha Yiseok was sick somewhere, wouldn’t it be better to get treatment before it’s too late? No. He himself was not wrong. He who can’t remember anything is wrong. It was impossible because what he was asking for was not a white horse, and he was not a beautiful princess.
He tossed and turned in his quilt, wondering which room he would explore today, where he would put the things he wanted, and what if he brought him real mustard-flavoured ice cream and brick-flavoured chocolate?
***
Cocaine looked at the papers and froze. The result came out the next day, thanks to the fact that he paid more money to a private research institute. The documents contained the results of the family identification of Sejun and the body. No matter how many times he checked and checked, the result did not change.
Hahaha…
A shrill laugh broke through the air. He was going to lose his mind. Anger, jealousy, and all sorts of messy emotions ran rampant. He was confused about where to start and what to do. His hands trembled as he crushed the papers. He was pushed out of the laboratory building by the force of his emotion. He went straight back to the house. As he entered the apartment entrance, the sound of hasty footsteps came from behind. They were Kang Giha’s subordinates.
“The boss is in trouble! Hurry!”
Just like that, Cocaine was taken to a nearby hospital. On the way, he heard the general circumstances from the thugs. They said that they had heard the news that the boss was missing while Imsoo was out doing other things. Then, after searching through the shop, they suspected a pillar with less dry cement and broke it at random. The bodies of the rest of the subordinates were said to be in a grave. The boss had so many people who held a grudge against him, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he was found in a dirt pit or coffin. But nothing had entered Cocaine’s ears since he had just learned such a shocking fact.
When he entered the hospital room, the boss’s face was a sight to behold. His face, nape, and arms: nowhere was left unscathed. He was surviving on an oxygen respirator. The cement sticking to his hair was an oddity. Even at that point, he was still breathing. His teeth were grinding at the tenacious vitality. Unlike Cocaine, Imsoo had a miserable expression on his face.
“He is unconscious. If he hadn’t been rescued sooner, we wouldn’t have even seen this. They said he might not wake up in the hospital. But you also saved Cha Myunghwan, who everyone had given up on, didn’t you?”
“I can’t heal until I know what happened to him.”
“The cement ruined his respiratory system.”
Imsoo lowered his voice and added.
“And the testicles too.”
“Yes?”
“Fortunately, one side had a root left, but the hospital said it couldn’t be regenerated.”
“What…”
Cocaine questioned, knowing that he had heard something wrong. Imsoo’s expression was serious. In the 10 years Cocaine had been watching him, he’d never seen him make a joke. Nor was he the type to talk nonsense about his boss. At that moment, Cocaine almost burst into laughter. Just thinking about it, a sense of relief washed over as though he overcame a difficulty, but the reason why he didn’t laugh as much as he wanted to was because Imsoo’s expression was deadly. Cocaine bit his lips tightly where his laughter leaked.
“What kind of skill do you think I have? What has already been lost cannot be brought back. If that’s the case, I wouldn’t let singers live like that.”
Then the boss opened his eyes. The cold pupils in the eyelids, which barely opened, turned this way. Imsoo took a step closer and lowered his gaze. The imposing physique suppressed his breath.
“Try it. I’m telling you in advance, don’t think of cheating with appreciation singing. My way of speaking is different from the boss’s.”
Imsoo took out a blue light ring from his inner pocket. To the boss, eunuchs were mere expendable slaves, but he was not stingy with his subordinates, and their loyalty was quite high. Cocaine went pale and glared at the remote control that was dedicated to him. Even if his head exploded and he died, it wasn’t so bad. But he had a life, and there was no way he wouldn’t want to live. Blood seems to drip from his eyes. Imsoo urged, patting Cocaine on the back.
“I hope the boss will be taken off the ventilator by the end of today. Or it will be you lying on that bed.”
Cocaine gripped until his knuckles went white. And he started singing.
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Lazy cat. A thick finger pressed against his lips. Yaba rose and looked around with sleepy eyes. When he confirmed that it was not the accommodation, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Cha Yiseok seemed to have just gotten out of the shower and was drying off.
“I’m just going to show my face for a while. Chairman Cha will be bothering me if I leave my seat for too long.”
The clock ticked toward 11 a.m. He screamed so much at dawn that his throat was hoarse, and his lower limbs seemed to have gone numb. The man wore a grey suit and a trench coat. He fixed his eyes on Yaba as he fastened his tie. The handwork in tying the tie was impeccable. Cha Yiseok leaned his arm on the edge of the bed and examined the back of Yaba’s head. The scent of the lotion, resembling the scent of water, lingered on his skin. He could hear the click of his tongue in his ear.
“Why aren’t you healed yet?”
There must have been blood on the bandage again. He didn’t wash his hair for days and days, so it was uncomfortable for him to touch.
“It was because the corner of the pillow was cut. While I was sleeping, a woman with a torn mouth came and pulled out the stitches one by one. Sleeping on the centre of the pillow will be fine.”
He raised one eyebrow.
“I should punish her for entering someone else’s bedroom on her own.”
Cha Yiseok was strange. He didn’t tear apart Yaba’s language like the eunuch singers did. He didn’t try to dissect or rip out his way of thinking. What did it mean when he looked straight at him? If he looked straight ahead, what prize would he give him?
Even when he took care of Jang Sejun when he was young, sympathetic eyes were all he could see. In Paradiso, no matter what he did, he was sent to the warehouse. No one had ever rewarded him for anything he’d done. Cha Yiseok had turned over the world he had built with all his might, without a single touch, and that wasn’t the same as collapse.
Yaba looked away from him and blinked.
“What.”
He asked quietly.
“Just because.”
Yaba replied. Cha Yiseok lowered his eyes and touched Yaba’s lips with his fingertips.
“Don’t let anyone in. No going out, of course. What do you want to eat?”
His pupils became more and more dry. His complexion also had deteriorated. His features were nimble and cold like those of a vampire, which made him seem even more decadent. Cha Yiseok had dangerously crossed the boundary between sophistication and savagery without warning these days. In the morning, he woke up before himself, took medicine with each meal, and reviewed papers in his spare time… He wanted to believe it was because he had a busy day. Yaba parted his stiff lips.
“Mustard-flavoured ice cream. Brick-flavoured chocolate.”
A mischievous light reflected in Cha Yiseok’s eyes.
“Okay. I’ll get them for you.”
He pressed their lips together deeply and sucked in Yaba’s tongue and breath. He slipped his hands under Yaba’s shirt and groped for the tips of his nipples. A sigh leaked out at the languid touch. He climbed into bed like a man who had abandoned his will to go to work. He groomed Yaba’s cheeks, under his chin, and every finger joint. At the end of his moan, he furrowed his eyebrows.
“Don’t go outside. I’ll come back as soon as possible.”
Even after saying that, Cha Yiseok did not get out of bed. He hung on to Yaba for a while, then lifted the briefcase as if it were hanging off a string. His hand turned the doorknob while his eyes were on Yaba.
As Cha Yiseok left, something that hadn’t been around the whole time crawled. The snake climbed onto the bed and brazenly laid its head on Yaba’s ankle. Maybe it was because it almost got cut in half by Cha Yiseok this morning, so it staggered. Yaba hated the damp snake scales, but he didn’t have the strength to kick it, so he decided to give up.
Was that a secret that he could carry alone like this? If Cha Yiseok was sick somewhere, wouldn’t it be better to get treatment before it’s too late? No. He himself was not wrong. He who can’t remember anything is wrong. It was impossible because what he was asking for was not a white horse, and he was not a beautiful princess.
He tossed and turned in his quilt, wondering which room he would explore today, where he would put the things he wanted, and what if he brought him real mustard-flavoured ice cream and brick-flavoured chocolate?
***
Cocaine looked at the papers and froze. The result came out the next day, thanks to the fact that he paid more money to a private research institute. The documents contained the results of the family identification of Sejun and the body. No matter how many times he checked and checked, the result did not change.
Hahaha…
A shrill laugh broke through the air. He was going to lose his mind. Anger, jealousy, and all sorts of messy emotions ran rampant. He was confused about where to start and what to do. His hands trembled as he crushed the papers. He was pushed out of the laboratory building by the force of his emotion. He went straight back to the house. As he entered the apartment entrance, the sound of hasty footsteps came from behind. They were Kang Giha’s subordinates.
“The boss is in trouble! Hurry!”
Just like that, Cocaine was taken to a nearby hospital. On the way, he heard the general circumstances from the thugs. They said that they had heard the news that the boss was missing while Imsoo was out doing other things. Then, after searching through the shop, they suspected a pillar with less dry cement and broke it at random. The bodies of the rest of the subordinates were said to be in a grave. The boss had so many people who held a grudge against him, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he was found in a dirt pit or coffin. But nothing had entered Cocaine’s ears since he had just learned such a shocking fact.
When he entered the hospital room, the boss’s face was a sight to behold. His face, nape, and arms: nowhere was left unscathed. He was surviving on an oxygen respirator. The cement sticking to his hair was an oddity. Even at that point, he was still breathing. His teeth were grinding at the tenacious vitality. Unlike Cocaine, Imsoo had a miserable expression on his face.
“He is unconscious. If he hadn’t been rescued sooner, we wouldn’t have even seen this. They said he might not wake up in the hospital. But you also saved Cha Myunghwan, who everyone had given up on, didn’t you?”
“I can’t heal until I know what happened to him.”
“The cement ruined his respiratory system.”
Imsoo lowered his voice and added.
“And the testicles too.”
“Yes?”
“Fortunately, one side had a root left, but the hospital said it couldn’t be regenerated.”
“What…”
Cocaine questioned, knowing that he had heard something wrong. Imsoo’s expression was serious. In the 10 years Cocaine had been watching him, he’d never seen him make a joke. Nor was he the type to talk nonsense about his boss. At that moment, Cocaine almost burst into laughter. Just thinking about it, a sense of relief washed over as though he overcame a difficulty, but the reason why he didn’t laugh as much as he wanted to was because Imsoo’s expression was deadly. Cocaine bit his lips tightly where his laughter leaked.
“What kind of skill do you think I have? What has already been lost cannot be brought back. If that’s the case, I wouldn’t let singers live like that.”
Then the boss opened his eyes. The cold pupils in the eyelids, which barely opened, turned this way. Imsoo took a step closer and lowered his gaze. The imposing physique suppressed his breath.
“Try it. I’m telling you in advance, don’t think of cheating with appreciation singing. My way of speaking is different from the boss’s.”
Imsoo took out a blue light ring from his inner pocket. To the boss, eunuchs were mere expendable slaves, but he was not stingy with his subordinates, and their loyalty was quite high. Cocaine went pale and glared at the remote control that was dedicated to him. Even if his head exploded and he died, it wasn’t so bad. But he had a life, and there was no way he wouldn’t want to live. Blood seems to drip from his eyes. Imsoo urged, patting Cocaine on the back.
“I hope the boss will be taken off the ventilator by the end of today. Or it will be you lying on that bed.”
Cocaine gripped until his knuckles went white. And he started singing.
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