“Um… To make it faster here, I think the injection size needs to be a little smaller.”
“How much?”
“About this much?”
As Sehwa showed the approximate size with his finger, Ki Tae-jeong silently rubbed his chin.
“If it gets that small, how fast can it go? More than now?”
“Well. I don’t know how fast you want it to be… But wouldn’t it be better to hire someone more professional than me for an assassination?”
“You’re talking nonsense again.”
Ki Tae-jeong rolled the empty syringe on the table back and forth in his palm.
“Where do you think the drugs came from?”
“It looked like something confiscated from a House in 3-Hwan. It’s from Mexico, and the purity isn’t bad… There are only about two places where you can secure this kind of goods, our House and the place in 3-Hwan.”
The 3-Hwan House somehow lost all the goods they had been holding because they got caught by the higher-ups. It was said that the gambling house was still in operation, but it was necessary to consider that it was unlikely to regain its former reputation since its main attraction was that it had good quality drugs at a cheaper price than other places. It was obvious there was a snitch. The owner, who didn’t want to share customers, bribed someone and reported the 3-Hwan House.
“Are there no other routes besides the 3-Hwan House?”
“Yes.”
Wondering if he’d sounded too cocky, Sehwa added, ‘There are rumors going around that there’s a big shot behind me, and the guys who handle the drugs listen to me carefully.’ Fortunately, Ki Tae-jeong didn’t care much. Rather, he just kept sucking on the cigar in his mouth, as if thinking about something else.
“How did you know it was from Mexico? And can you distinguish the country of origin by taste alone?”
“Yes, but… We do not determine the country of origin based on taste alone. They say it rarely happens, but sometimes there are people who mess around when they come into the country. So they leave a mark. Here…”
Sehwa held out the cap of the syringe.
“There’s something that looks like an unusual scratch on the edge, and it’s… To put it simply, it’s like Braille.”
“So it’s a code that only those who know can read.”
“As you said, it is inefficient to kill people using such absurd and crude methods.”
Indeed. He was a man who could quickly kill the target without them even knowing they were dying, and if the purpose was to torment, it could be far more brutal than Sehwa’s methods. Instead of hiring a killer, it would be much more efficient for him to do it himself.
“But you are going to keep practicing. I will bring you various types of syringes.”
Well, as always, Sehwa had no right to refuse, so he just nodded.
“Also, there shouldn’t be such a case in the future…”
The action of throwing the cigarette holder onto the table was rough. Smoke rose from the abandoned cigarette holder, curling up like incense.
“If you act provocatively like that again, I will kill you first. Do you understand?”
“Did I act provocatively?”
”When you show off your chest and ask him to touch the thing around your neck, isn’t that provocative?”
“What? That’s…”
“You said it with your own mouth. Whining, saying that you’re not a slut or a whore.”
Sehwa wanted to ask what he meant by saying that. Ki Tae-jeong even told him to practice quickly, using his skills to transfer drugs with speed using just a syringe. It was somewhat contradictory to be resentful about his seductive manners, which could easily make people lower their guard and then scold him for it. Ki Tae-jeong seemed to be more sensitive to the issue of Sehwa’s chastity than Sehwa himself.
“Director.”
Instead of answering, the syringe Ki Tae-jeong had been rolling in his hand suddenly flew toward him. It pierced the air like an arrow, narrowly missing Sehwa’s torso and embedding itself in the sofa’s backrest. It didn’t even have a needle attached.
“You’re not going to answer?”
“I won’t… Well, I don’t mean I won’t answer. I won’t act that way… But why…”
“I told you, it will be troublesome if you have cum stains from other bastards.”
Had he ever said anything like that before? Sehwa recalled the recent sexual encounter that had been interrupted, which his memory had only vaguely remembered. He remembered Ki Tae-jeong saying there was a reason he wanted to sleep with him over other guys. Sehwa never really heard what that reason was, but…
“Then lie down.”
Ki Tae-jeong was still looking at the ruined Mexican drugs on the table. Sehwa suddenly felt like asking a question. Ki Tae-jeong wanted to have sex only with him. He didn’t want other men to look at Sehwa’s body. How would that sound to other people?
“No, not there. Come here.”
Sehwa went around the table and stood in front of Ki Tae-jeong. For some reason, Sehwa felt a strange tingling sensation in his chest. He didn’t know in which direction he was heading, but he didn’t dislike the possessiveness Ki Tae-jeong was showing. However…
“I want to finish what I left off earlier.”
Ki Tae-jeong shattered Sehwa’s fantasies effortlessly as if telling him not to think nonsense.
Sehwa’s body was slightly turned, so he could see everything spread out on the table. The scattered syringe, the drugs, and the unlit cigarette. Ki Tae-jeong was not a good person who would put Sehwa down after cleaning them up one by one. He would have ripped the patch off anyway, he would almost certainly shove Sehwa’s face into the soft and fluffy vinyl where the drugs had been poured, leaving a gaping hole.
Sehwa didn’t like that. Although Ki Tae-jeong had bitten his nipples and neck earlier, he had never kissed him. If his body was smeared with drugs, this time Ki Tae-jeong would use him for nothing more than a hole, a place to put and thrust it in.
“Now that I see it, you have a bad habit. Even if you hesitate, you’ll still live, so lift your head up right away.”
“It’s not like that…”
Ki Tae-jeong tightened his grip on Sehwa’s wrist. It was the same wrist that his subordinate had twisted so hard earlier.
“How can I make you listen well? Should I insert a hose instead of a dick? Pour water into your hole until it bursts?”
“No. I will do it, I will do it all. Just that, Director, I…”
Ki Tae-jeong’s hand, which was about to grab Sehwa’s neck and throw him down on the table, paused for a moment.
“Can’t we do it inside instead of here?”
At the sound of his voice, Ki Tae-jeong just looked down at Sehwa. It was just a black gaze, with no sense of disgust or irritation.
“Inside, Director…”
“You might regret not doing it here later.”
“But this is the middle of the office, someone might come in… and the table is messy…”
Ki Tae-jeong bit his lower lip after reading Sehwa’s concerns in his last sentence. He smiled as if suppressing his laughter, then lifted his gaze and briefly looked at the ceiling before grabbing Sehwa’s wrist. The gown slipped down due to the strong pull, revealing bite marks on his shoulders.
“What should I do? I thought you might regret it, but I wanted to make sure you regret it. Is it still okay?”
throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. Sehwa nodded as he received Ki Tae-jeong’s gaze, which seemed as if he would tear his throat apart at any moment. The discarded patch and the torn bills were trampled on his bare feet. His bare feet trampled on the discarded patch and torn bills. Sehwa’s body bumped here and there as he was dragged, and when he entered the room with the water bed, his gown was almost falling off.
Ki Tae-jeong came closer and grabbed Sehwa’s cheek. They stood like that for a long time, their eyes locked in an uncertain gaze.
“… Director.”
It didn’t look like Ki Tae-jeong was going to kiss him, but… Still, when Sehwa tried to close his eyes just in case, Ki Tae-jeong laughed as if there was no way he would.
“Now I see that you are not only arrogant but also stupid, my dear.”
And as Ki Tae-jeong had warned, Sehwa ended up giving himself up while covered in drugs, crying all night.
***
Lieutenant Kim’s hands, which were shaking excitedly, stopped.
“Ki Tae-jeong disappeared?”
“Yes. He has not come out of the official residence.”
He’d been called so many times recently that he could barely take a break. Not only was his precious time disrupted, but hearing the name of the person who had irritated him caused Lieutenant Kim’s grumpy mustache to grow as long as a catfish’s.
“Um… To make it faster here, I think the injection size needs to be a little smaller.”
“How much?”
“About this much?”
As Sehwa showed the approximate size with his finger, Ki Tae-jeong silently rubbed his chin.
“If it gets that small, how fast can it go? More than now?”
“Well. I don’t know how fast you want it to be… But wouldn’t it be better to hire someone more professional than me for an assassination?”
“You’re talking nonsense again.”
Ki Tae-jeong rolled the empty syringe on the table back and forth in his palm.
“Where do you think the drugs came from?”
“It looked like something confiscated from a House in 3-Hwan. It’s from Mexico, and the purity isn’t bad… There are only about two places where you can secure this kind of goods, our House and the place in 3-Hwan.”
The 3-Hwan House somehow lost all the goods they had been holding because they got caught by the higher-ups. It was said that the gambling house was still in operation, but it was necessary to consider that it was unlikely to regain its former reputation since its main attraction was that it had good quality drugs at a cheaper price than other places. It was obvious there was a snitch. The owner, who didn’t want to share customers, bribed someone and reported the 3-Hwan House.
“Are there no other routes besides the 3-Hwan House?”
“Yes.”
Wondering if he’d sounded too cocky, Sehwa added, ‘There are rumors going around that there’s a big shot behind me, and the guys who handle the drugs listen to me carefully.’ Fortunately, Ki Tae-jeong didn’t care much. Rather, he just kept sucking on the cigar in his mouth, as if thinking about something else.
“How did you know it was from Mexico? And can you distinguish the country of origin by taste alone?”
“Yes, but… We do not determine the country of origin based on taste alone. They say it rarely happens, but sometimes there are people who mess around when they come into the country. So they leave a mark. Here…”
Sehwa held out the cap of the syringe.
“There’s something that looks like an unusual scratch on the edge, and it’s… To put it simply, it’s like Braille.”
“So it’s a code that only those who know can read.”
“As you said, it is inefficient to kill people using such absurd and crude methods.”
Indeed. He was a man who could quickly kill the target without them even knowing they were dying, and if the purpose was to torment, it could be far more brutal than Sehwa’s methods. Instead of hiring a killer, it would be much more efficient for him to do it himself.
“But you are going to keep practicing. I will bring you various types of syringes.”
Well, as always, Sehwa had no right to refuse, so he just nodded.
“Also, there shouldn’t be such a case in the future…”
The action of throwing the cigarette holder onto the table was rough. Smoke rose from the abandoned cigarette holder, curling up like incense.
“If you act provocatively like that again, I will kill you first. Do you understand?”
“Did I act provocatively?”
”When you show off your chest and ask him to touch the thing around your neck, isn’t that provocative?”
“What? That’s…”
“You said it with your own mouth. Whining, saying that you’re not a slut or a whore.”
Sehwa wanted to ask what he meant by saying that. Ki Tae-jeong even told him to practice quickly, using his skills to transfer drugs with speed using just a syringe. It was somewhat contradictory to be resentful about his seductive manners, which could easily make people lower their guard and then scold him for it. Ki Tae-jeong seemed to be more sensitive to the issue of Sehwa’s chastity than Sehwa himself.
“Director.”
Instead of answering, the syringe Ki Tae-jeong had been rolling in his hand suddenly flew toward him. It pierced the air like an arrow, narrowly missing Sehwa’s torso and embedding itself in the sofa’s backrest. It didn’t even have a needle attached.
“You’re not going to answer?”
“I won’t… Well, I don’t mean I won’t answer. I won’t act that way… But why…”
“I told you, it will be troublesome if you have cum stains from other bastards.”
Had he ever said anything like that before? Sehwa recalled the recent sexual encounter that had been interrupted, which his memory had only vaguely remembered. He remembered Ki Tae-jeong saying there was a reason he wanted to sleep with him over other guys. Sehwa never really heard what that reason was, but…
“Then lie down.”
Ki Tae-jeong was still looking at the ruined Mexican drugs on the table. Sehwa suddenly felt like asking a question. Ki Tae-jeong wanted to have sex only with him. He didn’t want other men to look at Sehwa’s body. How would that sound to other people?
“No, not there. Come here.”
Sehwa went around the table and stood in front of Ki Tae-jeong. For some reason, Sehwa felt a strange tingling sensation in his chest. He didn’t know in which direction he was heading, but he didn’t dislike the possessiveness Ki Tae-jeong was showing. However…
“I want to finish what I left off earlier.”
Ki Tae-jeong shattered Sehwa’s fantasies effortlessly as if telling him not to think nonsense.
Sehwa’s body was slightly turned, so he could see everything spread out on the table. The scattered syringe, the drugs, and the unlit cigarette. Ki Tae-jeong was not a good person who would put Sehwa down after cleaning them up one by one. He would have ripped the patch off anyway, he would almost certainly shove Sehwa’s face into the soft and fluffy vinyl where the drugs had been poured, leaving a gaping hole.
Sehwa didn’t like that. Although Ki Tae-jeong had bitten his nipples and neck earlier, he had never kissed him. If his body was smeared with drugs, this time Ki Tae-jeong would use him for nothing more than a hole, a place to put and thrust it in.
“Now that I see it, you have a bad habit. Even if you hesitate, you’ll still live, so lift your head up right away.”
“It’s not like that…”
Ki Tae-jeong tightened his grip on Sehwa’s wrist. It was the same wrist that his subordinate had twisted so hard earlier.
“How can I make you listen well? Should I insert a hose instead of a dick? Pour water into your hole until it bursts?”
“No. I will do it, I will do it all. Just that, Director, I…”
Ki Tae-jeong’s hand, which was about to grab Sehwa’s neck and throw him down on the table, paused for a moment.
“Can’t we do it inside instead of here?”
At the sound of his voice, Ki Tae-jeong just looked down at Sehwa. It was just a black gaze, with no sense of disgust or irritation.
“Inside, Director…”
“You might regret not doing it here later.”
“But this is the middle of the office, someone might come in… and the table is messy…”
Ki Tae-jeong bit his lower lip after reading Sehwa’s concerns in his last sentence. He smiled as if suppressing his laughter, then lifted his gaze and briefly looked at the ceiling before grabbing Sehwa’s wrist. The gown slipped down due to the strong pull, revealing bite marks on his shoulders.
“What should I do? I thought you might regret it, but I wanted to make sure you regret it. Is it still okay?”
throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. Sehwa nodded as he received Ki Tae-jeong’s gaze, which seemed as if he would tear his throat apart at any moment. The discarded patch and the torn bills were trampled on his bare feet. His bare feet trampled on the discarded patch and torn bills. Sehwa’s body bumped here and there as he was dragged, and when he entered the room with the water bed, his gown was almost falling off.
Ki Tae-jeong came closer and grabbed Sehwa’s cheek. They stood like that for a long time, their eyes locked in an uncertain gaze.
“… Director.”
It didn’t look like Ki Tae-jeong was going to kiss him, but… Still, when Sehwa tried to close his eyes just in case, Ki Tae-jeong laughed as if there was no way he would.
“Now I see that you are not only arrogant but also stupid, my dear.”
And as Ki Tae-jeong had warned, Sehwa ended up giving himself up while covered in drugs, crying all night.
***
Lieutenant Kim’s hands, which were shaking excitedly, stopped.
“Ki Tae-jeong disappeared?”
“Yes. He has not come out of the official residence.”
He’d been called so many times recently that he could barely take a break. Not only was his precious time disrupted, but hearing the name of the person who had irritated him caused Lieutenant Kim’s grumpy mustache to grow as long as a catfish’s.
