By Zephyria Groaning, Lee-eum tossed and turned, reaching his hand up as a habit without even opening his eyes properly. What time was it that the alarm wasn’t going off? He picked up his phone to check the time, and thankfully, there was still plenty of time left.
Lee-eum held his head and sat up. Aah, still drunk on sleep, he slowly mulled over the events of last night, but his memory from when he got home was as patchy as if it had been cut with scissors.
“To have a dream like a dog somewhere…”
He muttered to himself and stood up, his whole body stiff as if he’d been beaten. He rolled his shoulders back, thinking of Roh Seon-gyu, who would be sleeping at this hour. The image of the bear-like guy crying his eyes out flashed through his mind. And how heavy he was.
Lee-eum, who had taken three or four steps away from the bed, froze in place. Heavy…? Why did a face that shouldn’t come to mind pop up in his head? Rummaging through his memories, he hurriedly took out his phone and checked his call history.
After parting with Roh Seon-gyu, he came home and the heat cycle came, and he took a suppressant. He was rolling around on the floor when Choi Won-joon called… Lee-eum’s expression twisted as he confirmed Choi Won-joon’s phone number in his call history.
[I’m in front of your house. Come out for a bit. Let’s talk.]
[Shit, I never imagined this.]
[I’m the one who’s gonna fuck you, you idiot.]
[Just once.]
Ah…! Lee-eum’s face turned pale as the voices came up like a string of sausages. That wasn’t a dream? With a confused expression, he reached behind him and groped his butt. It’s fine here?
He touched various parts of his body when he sensed someone behind him. Kim Yi-eum’s expression completely soured as he turned around in surprise. Choi Won-joon was coming out of the bathroom, shaking his wet hair.
“You’re awake? Why the face? Like you saw a cockroach or something?”
“……”
“I need to change the showerhead in the bathroom. Do you know the handle came off and scratched me? Look.”
As he reached out his hand, approaching him, Lee-eum turned around and strode to the closet, opened the closet door, and took out a black rod about a hand span long. When he swung it from top to bottom, it instantly lengthened with a whoosh and turned into a three-section baton.
Won-joon laughed in disbelief, and Lee-eum glared at Won-joon with a face mixed with anger and frustration, breathing roughly.
“What’s that? Did you take it out to hit me?”
Lee-eum pointed the end of the three-section baton at Choi Won-joon.
“Why are you here!”
“Why else? You told me to come.”
As Lee-eum opened his mouth in embarrassment, Won-joon made a gesture reminiscent of a sexual act with his hand and smiled slyly.
“Did we do it, or didn’t we? You’re curious, aren’t you?”
Lee-eum gritted his teeth.
“I don’t want to know, so get out of here right now!”
“I was about to leave anyway. I have to go to work. But you really don’t remember anything? What a shame. I sucked Detective Kim’s dick, licked his hole, and did all sorts of things.”
“Fuck!” Unable to contain his anger, Lee-eum threw what he was holding at Won-joon. The baton that flew in a straight line broke a small flowerpot on the other side, and Won-joon turned around and cocked an eyebrow.
“Whoa, I almost got hit just now?”
Lee-eum hesitated as he rushed towards Choi Won-joon. Even if he tried to grab his collar, it was difficult to know where to grab this guy who only covered his lower body with a towel. He couldn’t grab his hair either. Trembling, he was conflicted about whether to kill him or let him live when he suddenly heard the sound of the door lock being pressed from outside.
Lee-eum’s gaze turned to the door. There were only two people who could open the door to this house without the owner’s permission, and there was only one person who would come today. A day off, and a person who came to get the game console, taking advantage of the time when his wife took his daughter to her parents’ house. And the person Choi Won-joon should never meet.
Choi Won-joon tried to go outside, and Lee-eum hurriedly pulled him into the bedroom and closed the door.
“Don’t come out. Never, ever! Don’t come out!”
“Who is it?”
“My Hyung.”
“Prosecutor Kim Mid-eum?”
Seeing that he even knew about his Hyung, it seemed he had been investigating him. Lee-eum didn’t answer any more, took him to the bed, forced him to lie down, and covered him with a blanket. Choi Won-joon pouted his face out insignificantly and smiled with a playful face.
“This makes us look like newlyweds.”
“Shut up.”
“Honey, make a lot of money.”
Shut up, I said. After warning him not to come out under any circumstances and not to even make a sound, he hurriedly came out. Kim Mid-eum was already drinking a glass of water in the kitchen. Lee-eum looked around the living room with an anxious heart.
It seemed like he had been rolling around messily on the living room floor, but his clothes and everything were neatly arranged. When did he clean all this up? First, he let out a sigh of relief and approached his Hyung.
“What’s up from the morning?”
“Why else? You know. Is someone at home?”
“Huh?”
“I saw shoes I’ve never seen before in the hallway?”
Lee-eum quickly hid his embarrassment.
“They’re, they’re my shoes.”
“They’re big, though?”
“They just look like that. They just look like that.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than he shook something in his hand. “Is this yours too?” Lee-eum was surprised and closed his mouth. He guessed that the watch he had never seen before in Kim Mid-eum’s hand belonged to Choi Won-joon.
“I bought one a few days ago…”
“One worth hundreds of millions?”
“……”
“Did you meet a rich Ajumma or something?”
Lee-eum sighed softly at his Hyung’s joke. When he confessed that he had been drinking with a friend and came home for the second round and that he was sleeping in the bedroom, his Hyung laughed in disbelief.
“Then just say that. Why are you lying like a guy caught cheating?”
“……”
“He must be a son of a rich family. His shoes and watch are all expensive.”
“Uh…”
“Be close to him.”
Lee-eum didn’t want to criticize his Hyung for being snobbish. He just hoped he would leave quickly. He drank water, disassembled the game console, put it in his bag, and even took the beer from the refrigerator and returned triumphantly. After the door closed, Lee-eum’s legs gave way and he slumped down on the sofa.
“I aged ten years…”
“Hyung is?”
Surprised by the sound, he raised his head and saw Choi Won-joon leaning against the door and looking at him. He was wearing Young-shik’s shirt with a bear on it and someone else’s shorts. The crotch area between Choi Won-joon’s legs was particularly prominent because the pants were small, and Lee-eum’s complexion gradually darkened.
“Do you want to have breakfast? I’ll buy it.”
Lee-eum gestured weakly. Go. I don’t have the strength to fight with you anymore. Choi Won-joon came and sat next to him, and before Lee-eum could avoid him, he leaned his head on him.
“Ajusshi, Young-shik is hungry.”
Lee-eum shuddered, shook off his arm, and glared at Choi Won-joon. He was about to punch the laughing face, but he gave up and looked away.
“Get out.”
“I slept well, so I want to give you a gift.”
“Get out.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Get out.”
When he repeated the same words like a parrot, he suddenly became quiet. When he turned his head and looked next to him, Choi Won-joon was leaning his arm crookedly on the sofa and staring intently at his face. The memory of last night came to mind at the fierce-looking eyes and the corners of his mouth raised in a smile, and he felt breathless.
Not wanting to be caught being nervous, he glared at him, and Won-joon took something out of his pocket and shook it in front of his eyes.
“Evidence that Yang Mok-hyung set fire to the warehouse that day.”
Lee-eum, who had been leaning against the back of the sofa, straightened his back in surprise. Won-joon put it on the table and got up from his seat. “I’m like Santa, aren’t I? I give you everything you need?” he boasted, spreading his arms. Should he just hit him now?
Lee-eum looked back and forth between the memory chip and Won-joon’s face.
“Were you there that day?”
“Not me, but my employee. I told him to monitor you.”
“Why.”
“I didn’t know when the effects of the drug would appear. I worked so hard, but I’d be pissed if some other guy took it.”
“Yang Mok-hyung is.”
“That’s none of my business.”
“Did you kill him?”
Won-joon narrowed his eyes and made a sullen expression. “Do you see me as that kind of guy? Someone who kills people indiscriminately?” Lee-eum was silent. Frankly, it was hard to say that he was not morally problematic.
While he was calculating various circumstances in his head, Choi Won-joon went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to take out water. He took a sip of water and turned around, looking at Lee-eum and smiling kindly.
“Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t kill him.”