When he woke up late in the afternoon, Cha Yiseok was nowhere to be seen, he’d been busy ever since. Yaba stared at the ceiling in confusion when he heard the door open.
Hequickly turned off his laptop and pulled the covers up to his nose and closed his eyes. The light stretched through the crack in the door. Footsteps then approached as a cool, lustful smell followed. He could hear him bending over, the rustle of fabric. The muscles in his face twitched as his breath trickled down his cheeks. His ass tingled from the marks of his punishment from last time. But everything was covered by darkness. He remained motionless for a moment, then stepped outside.
[…The half-man, half-fish siren would steal people’s souls with their song, and if they failed, they would have to commit suicide by throwing themselves on a rock. That was their rule. The healers we met were also very proud of their singing…]
Yaba wrestled with his laptop in bed without turning on the light. Cha Yiseok left the wiretap recording behind and went out, telling him to listen to it for himself.
“Siren’s reincarnation, sounds nice. What’s up with committing suicide for singing? What barbaric fish….”
The healers were gnashing their teeth. Because of the healer, Kang Giha’s father had done something crazy, and his son had inherited the dirty blood and ruined several lives.
And now he claimed that Yaba was a healer. No, there must be some kind of a conspiracy. Cha Yiseok must have realized he’s been reading the papers. He slashed himself in the neck and made up a bunch of bullshit, but he didn’t fall for it, so he’s trying to lure him in. That was obviously not a normal document.
But Yaba was not going to fall for a perverted druggie. He was qualitatively different from the beast that slit his throat without a second thought. He was an intellectual. A philosopher who has spent his life contemplating life from a couch that’s barely a square meter wide.
Yaba scratched his forearm, revealing a dusty past. When he was younger, the noona in church told him that his singing cured her headaches. In fact, Cha Myunghwan was strangely obsessed with his singing. The same thing happened to Cha Yiseok. Above all, the scar that had disappeared earlier was an irrevocable proof.
He’d heard that the voice leaks when you speak, not only for healing but also for listening, so he wondered if it leaks addictive substances as well… Was it through the phone, through the recordings? He’d listened to Cocaine so many times that the possibility of premature death is also high. Being used by a pimp and not making it to thirty is an unworthy death. His death should be noble, like a martyr. He is the one who will be brought to that judgment seat. Of course, the person who will bring him to justice is Cocaine.
He wondered if Cocaine noticed it? Yaba’s identity….
Yaba ran a hand through his messy hair. He didn’t know. He didn’t know why he felt this way and what he should accept first. What on earth can he compare this feeling to? Was it the feeling of living thinking he was a woman, but then found out there was a hidden pepper in there? The feeling that he lived believing he had no balls, but then found out they were buried in the flesh of his thighs? It was difficult to even define the identity of the emotion.
He went back to the beginning and listened to the recording. Kang Giha’s voice was horrifying, but he never got tired of listening to it over and over again. Fated to trespass on the realm of the gods, to break the laws of nature, and to pay for it with his life. He didn’t think it had anything to do with him.
Cocaine killed people with screams, so he was a Thelxiope. What if, just by chance, Yaba was a healer… What type would he be? He lifted his hand and put it to his lips. He slid it along the line of his lips to his neck. He traced the folds of his neckline.
“Ah… ah….”
The voice powder scattered. He clutched at something invisible and brought his fist to his nose. This was the same stuff as Cocaine. This dull voice….
***
Hashish sat down on the edge of the bed and handed over the flower basket.
“The boss sent this as a discharge present. What’s the point….”
The roses looked like they’d been carefully selected.
“Every time I step on one of those assholes, my liver gives out. They won’t let me visit, and it’s also dreadful for you.”
Hashish looked at Cocaine’s scars with concern. He told the singers that he had undergone surgery after suffering a severe concussion in a car accident. If his coworkers found out he’d had the chip removed, they’d eat him alive.
“He’s got half a face. I’m going to have to feed him well.”
Hashish touched Cocaine’s cheek and blushed at what he imagined. His stomach clenched at the sight of honest eyes staring back at him. He wondered if he would have gotten to this point if it had been Hashish instead of Cha Yiseok. Why were people more fascinated by things that are corrupted…?
“The flower will wilt if I leave it like this. Can you put them in a jar?”
“Okay.”
When Hashish left, Cocaine leaned back on the bed, feeling a little dizzy, and touched the back of his head. The bandages were off, but there were still scars. The surgery lasted only two hours, and he woke up the next day. He took a week of special leave to recover.
When he regained consciousness, he saw the before and after x-rays and the bloody chip. He also demanded that the remote control ring be destroyed. The boss granted his request right in front of him. Was it really that simple? Was this what he’d been enslaved for? Anger boiled over at the years of suffering, more than the elation of breaking the shackles.
The phone rang, and when he answered, he heard an urgent voice. It was the butler from Cha Yiseok’s family. His mother was in a bad condition and wanted him to come over. He had just had surgery yesterday and was in a lot of pain, but he didn’t want to ignore them.
Cocaine excused himself to go to the supermarket and left. He was puzzled. After removing the chip, the thugs didn’t stop. Instead, they struggled to make Hashish leave. The boss’s attitude, which seemed more relaxed than before, bothered him. What was this uneasiness, even though he was free….
***
Cha Yiseok left the conference room and returned to his room. The company was buzzing from the morning’s emergency shareholders’ meeting. Cha Myunghwan went home exhausted from the excitement.
Thanks to this, he was busy with his work without any time to catch his breath. On his computer screen, he saw a graph of Taeryung’s stock price in freefall. He put the papers aside and glanced at his wristwatch. He was itching to get out of the office as it was a beautiful day, so he decided to lighten the mood.
He stretched out in his chair and took a drag from his cigarette. Like the cat, he couldn’t believe he was a healer. If anyone was more confused, it’s the cat. Was he an Agraopeme? Or was he a Thelxiope? Or was he a perfect Healer…?
“It was a healer.”
He tested it, he witnessed it, but he didn’t believe it. His murmurs were lost in the noise. Cha Yiseok rubbed the back of his neck. A sign for a urology clinic caught his eye.
He popped the candy the cat had given him into his mouth. He sucked hard on the oval crystals as if they were his glands . He picked up the phone and called home. The cat didn’t answer. The insistent beeping made him nervous, so he then called the bodyguard.
“He’s not answering the phone at home. Go see what he’s doing.”
— He’d been inside all day; it was like he’d been listening to an opera CD all day.
His neck stiffened. They didn’t have a single classical CD in the house. He called.
“I’ll call in five seconds, tell him to pick up.”
He grabbed his coat and left the office. His strides on the floor became urgent. He held the phone to his ear as he crossed the lobby. Then, a vicious shout tore through his eardrums.
“You’re not even human! You didn’t even look at my daughters when they were dying, and now you’re happy to see your baby come back to life! I’ll kill you with my own hands!”
In the middle of the lobby, the mother was cursing at the Chairman Cha. Wearing only lacy lingerie and a fur coat, her face smeared with mascara, she looked like a back-alley bar bimbo. Chairman Cha stared at her with disgust. The passing employees dutifully averted their eyes. Cha Yiseok walked over, as she got more aggressive despite the guards’ protests.
“Why didn’t you just die a clean death? At least then I would have felt sorry for you! I’ll kill you all with my own hands! You, you…!”
As she poured out her curses, the mother fainted on the spot.
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When he woke up late in the afternoon, Cha Yiseok was nowhere to be seen, he’d been busy ever since. Yaba stared at the ceiling in confusion when he heard the door open.
Hequickly turned off his laptop and pulled the covers up to his nose and closed his eyes. The light stretched through the crack in the door. Footsteps then approached as a cool, lustful smell followed. He could hear him bending over, the rustle of fabric. The muscles in his face twitched as his breath trickled down his cheeks. His ass tingled from the marks of his punishment from last time. But everything was covered by darkness. He remained motionless for a moment, then stepped outside.
[…The half-man, half-fish siren would steal people’s souls with their song, and if they failed, they would have to commit suicide by throwing themselves on a rock. That was their rule. The healers we met were also very proud of their singing…]
Yaba wrestled with his laptop in bed without turning on the light. Cha Yiseok left the wiretap recording behind and went out, telling him to listen to it for himself.
“Siren’s reincarnation, sounds nice. What’s up with committing suicide for singing? What barbaric fish….”
The healers were gnashing their teeth. Because of the healer, Kang Giha’s father had done something crazy, and his son had inherited the dirty blood and ruined several lives.
And now he claimed that Yaba was a healer. No, there must be some kind of a conspiracy. Cha Yiseok must have realized he’s been reading the papers. He slashed himself in the neck and made up a bunch of bullshit, but he didn’t fall for it, so he’s trying to lure him in. That was obviously not a normal document.
But Yaba was not going to fall for a perverted druggie. He was qualitatively different from the beast that slit his throat without a second thought. He was an intellectual. A philosopher who has spent his life contemplating life from a couch that’s barely a square meter wide.
Yaba scratched his forearm, revealing a dusty past. When he was younger, the noona in church told him that his singing cured her headaches. In fact, Cha Myunghwan was strangely obsessed with his singing. The same thing happened to Cha Yiseok. Above all, the scar that had disappeared earlier was an irrevocable proof.
He’d heard that the voice leaks when you speak, not only for healing but also for listening, so he wondered if it leaks addictive substances as well… Was it through the phone, through the recordings? He’d listened to Cocaine so many times that the possibility of premature death is also high. Being used by a pimp and not making it to thirty is an unworthy death. His death should be noble, like a martyr. He is the one who will be brought to that judgment seat. Of course, the person who will bring him to justice is Cocaine.
He wondered if Cocaine noticed it? Yaba’s identity….
Yaba ran a hand through his messy hair. He didn’t know. He didn’t know why he felt this way and what he should accept first. What on earth can he compare this feeling to? Was it the feeling of living thinking he was a woman, but then found out there was a hidden pepper in there? The feeling that he lived believing he had no balls, but then found out they were buried in the flesh of his thighs? It was difficult to even define the identity of the emotion.
He went back to the beginning and listened to the recording. Kang Giha’s voice was horrifying, but he never got tired of listening to it over and over again. Fated to trespass on the realm of the gods, to break the laws of nature, and to pay for it with his life. He didn’t think it had anything to do with him.
Cocaine killed people with screams, so he was a Thelxiope. What if, just by chance, Yaba was a healer… What type would he be? He lifted his hand and put it to his lips. He slid it along the line of his lips to his neck. He traced the folds of his neckline.
“Ah… ah….”
The voice powder scattered. He clutched at something invisible and brought his fist to his nose. This was the same stuff as Cocaine. This dull voice….
***
Hashish sat down on the edge of the bed and handed over the flower basket.
“The boss sent this as a discharge present. What’s the point….”
The roses looked like they’d been carefully selected.
“Every time I step on one of those assholes, my liver gives out. They won’t let me visit, and it’s also dreadful for you.”
Hashish looked at Cocaine’s scars with concern. He told the singers that he had undergone surgery after suffering a severe concussion in a car accident. If his coworkers found out he’d had the chip removed, they’d eat him alive.
“He’s got half a face. I’m going to have to feed him well.”
Hashish touched Cocaine’s cheek and blushed at what he imagined. His stomach clenched at the sight of honest eyes staring back at him. He wondered if he would have gotten to this point if it had been Hashish instead of Cha Yiseok. Why were people more fascinated by things that are corrupted…?
“The flower will wilt if I leave it like this. Can you put them in a jar?”
“Okay.”
When Hashish left, Cocaine leaned back on the bed, feeling a little dizzy, and touched the back of his head. The bandages were off, but there were still scars. The surgery lasted only two hours, and he woke up the next day. He took a week of special leave to recover.
When he regained consciousness, he saw the before and after x-rays and the bloody chip. He also demanded that the remote control ring be destroyed. The boss granted his request right in front of him. Was it really that simple? Was this what he’d been enslaved for? Anger boiled over at the years of suffering, more than the elation of breaking the shackles.
The phone rang, and when he answered, he heard an urgent voice. It was the butler from Cha Yiseok’s family. His mother was in a bad condition and wanted him to come over. He had just had surgery yesterday and was in a lot of pain, but he didn’t want to ignore them.
Cocaine excused himself to go to the supermarket and left. He was puzzled. After removing the chip, the thugs didn’t stop. Instead, they struggled to make Hashish leave. The boss’s attitude, which seemed more relaxed than before, bothered him. What was this uneasiness, even though he was free….
***
Cha Yiseok left the conference room and returned to his room. The company was buzzing from the morning’s emergency shareholders’ meeting. Cha Myunghwan went home exhausted from the excitement.
Thanks to this, he was busy with his work without any time to catch his breath. On his computer screen, he saw a graph of Taeryung’s stock price in freefall. He put the papers aside and glanced at his wristwatch. He was itching to get out of the office as it was a beautiful day, so he decided to lighten the mood.
He stretched out in his chair and took a drag from his cigarette. Like the cat, he couldn’t believe he was a healer. If anyone was more confused, it’s the cat. Was he an Agraopeme? Or was he a Thelxiope? Or was he a perfect Healer…?
“It was a healer.”
He tested it, he witnessed it, but he didn’t believe it. His murmurs were lost in the noise. Cha Yiseok rubbed the back of his neck. A sign for a urology clinic caught his eye.
He popped the candy the cat had given him into his mouth. He sucked hard on the oval crystals as if they were his glands . He picked up the phone and called home. The cat didn’t answer. The insistent beeping made him nervous, so he then called the bodyguard.
“He’s not answering the phone at home. Go see what he’s doing.”
— He’d been inside all day; it was like he’d been listening to an opera CD all day.
His neck stiffened. They didn’t have a single classical CD in the house. He called.
“I’ll call in five seconds, tell him to pick up.”
He grabbed his coat and left the office. His strides on the floor became urgent. He held the phone to his ear as he crossed the lobby. Then, a vicious shout tore through his eardrums.
“You’re not even human! You didn’t even look at my daughters when they were dying, and now you’re happy to see your baby come back to life! I’ll kill you with my own hands!”
In the middle of the lobby, the mother was cursing at the Chairman Cha. Wearing only lacy lingerie and a fur coat, her face smeared with mascara, she looked like a back-alley bar bimbo. Chairman Cha stared at her with disgust. The passing employees dutifully averted their eyes. Cha Yiseok walked over, as she got more aggressive despite the guards’ protests.
“Why didn’t you just die a clean death? At least then I would have felt sorry for you! I’ll kill you all with my own hands! You, you…!”
As she poured out her curses, the mother fainted on the spot.
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