FH 2.1
The next morning, Ji-su ate the hospital meal and received a consultation at the plastic surgery clinic. After carefully examining the wound on his wrist, the doctor told him that, fortunately, it would leave no scar once it had fully healed.
After Won-hyeop left the previous night, Ji-su had gone to the convenience store in the hospital lobby to buy toiletries, slippers, and underwear to use during his stay. He felt gloomy at the massive expenditure. Recalling the money remaining in his pocket and calculating the debt he owed Won-hyeop, a sigh escaped him involuntarily.
Gyeong-jin visited the hospital room around noon. Although they weren’t on terms that could be described as close, Gyeong-jin expressed relief and concern for his condition.
“I’m truly glad to hear you’ll be eating regular meals from now on. You made the right decision.”
Ji-su felt that Gyeong-jin was showing genuine warmth, not just fulfilling his duty as a doctor, and expressed his gratitude.
Perhaps having heard from Jang-ho, Gyeong-jin was not surprised by the fact that Ji-su had self-harmed his wrist. Instead, he brought up the topic of psychiatric treatment in a cautious voice. He said that if Ji-su made the decision, he could arrange for a consultation this afternoon.
Touched by Gyeong-jin’s kindness, Ji-su’s eyes reddened as he sank into deep thought.
“Thank you for saying that…. I’ll think about it a bit more…….”
After Gyeong-jin left the room, saying he would visit again tomorrow, Ji-su sent a message to Won-hyeop. He wanted to get permission for the psychiatric treatment.
Perhaps because he was busy, Won-hyeop called about two hours later. Without finding it strange that he was seeking permission, Ji-su spoke carefully.
“So, I’m thinking of trying psychiatric treatment. I’m sorry for changing my mind…….”
Continuing the conversation in a dissatisfied tone, Won-hyeop replied as if it were a nuisance.
[Get it if you want to.]
Then, he muttered as if talking to himself.
[That Professor Park, seriously. He’s persistent.]
Showing signs of being busy, Won-hyeop hung up first.
Thus, late in the afternoon, Ji-su received physical therapy for his shoulder and shin, then visited the psychiatry department for a consultation.
The psychiatrist recommended medication, counseling, and the eating disorder clinic operated within the hospital. After long consideration, Ji-su chose three months of counseling. The doctor strongly recommended medication, but Ji-su felt that counseling alone would be sufficient and politely declined.
Contrary to his expectations, Won-hyeop did not visit the hospital that evening. The next morning, he sent Jong-bae to deliver the new phone he had bought a few days prior.
Forced to use the new phone, Ji-su sent a message of thanks to Won-hyeop. He received his plastic surgery consultation in the morning just as he had the day before and returned to his room to wait for a reply, but no message came from Won-hyeop. The pain in his ribs had improved significantly, and the stinging, tingling sensation in his back had healed and no longer hurt.
Late in the afternoon, after physical therapy, Ji-su visited the psychiatrist and poured out his family history, crying until his eyes were swollen. He also told the doctor everything about his strange eating habits and the use of appetite suppressants.
The doctor explained the future direction of the counseling, teaching him how to manage anxiety and how to let go of the obsession with weight. The counseling was systematic, and the doctor was delicate. When he left the office after the session, Ji-su felt much more at ease.
Won-hyeop, who called late in the evening, did not ask if the psychiatric consultation had gone well. He wasn’t curious about whether Ji-su was diligently gaining weight by eating three regular meals a day. He simply said:
[From now on, send me a morning greeting every day.]
Won-hyeop wanted to hear a greeting asking if he had slept well. Answering that he would, Ji-su asked if he had eaten dinner, thinking it was only polite to ask. After replying that he had, Won-hyeop hung up first, just as he had the day before, without asking anything else.
A week flew by.
As he had told Won-hyeop, Ji-su did not look at the scale or the mirror, but coincidentally, he found out his weight through a nurse on the day of his discharge. He was still so thin that people glanced at him as they passed, but he had gained some weight and was at 48.8kg, just shy of 50kg. He felt a slight sense of anxiety, but he calmed himself to avoid being shaken.
After eating breakfast and receiving his plastic surgery consultation, Ji-su exchanged final farewells with Gyeong-jin, who visited the room, and completed the discharge process with his wrist cleanly healed. The administrative staff told him that the hospital bills had already been paid, so he sent a thank-you message to Won-hyeop as he left the hospital.
He headed toward the intersection where the bus stop was, intending to go home by bus, when a car parked on the shoulder honked its horn. The window rolled down, and Jong-bae’s face appeared.
“Hey, get in!”
Hesitating, Ji-su approached and opened the rear door. This was because he had always sat in the back when riding in his father’s car as a child, but Jong-bae, who had never said anything until now, suddenly snapped.
“Am I your chauffeur? Sit in the front.”
Closing the rear door and opening the passenger door, Ji-su gave an awkward greeting to Jong-bae, whom he was seeing for the first time in nearly a week.
“…Hello. I didn’t know you were coming to pick me up.”
Jong-bae didn’t respond.
With only half his head inside the car, Ji-su said,
“…Thank you, but I’ll take the bus.”
“Hyung-nim told me to drop you off. There’s a place to stop on the way, so get in.”
Ji-su felt uncomfortable, but he had no choice but to get in the car. Not wanting to annoy Jong-bae, he kept his mouth shut and quietly looked out the window.
A short while later, they arrived at a department store. When Jong-bae told him to get out, he followed. A valet parking attendant took the keys from Jong-bae and drove [stolen content]the car away. Jong-bae headed somewhere without telling him to follow, and Ji-su followed, feeling a sense of foreboding. Once inside the department store, Jong-bae headed toward a luxury clothing brand boutique. For a weekday, there were many people in the store, and everyone glanced at Ji-su as they passed. Some even turned around to look after passing him.
As Ji-su lowered his head to hide his face, Jong-bae spoke.
“The clothes I bought for you last time—I was the one who picked them, but I guess Hyung-nim didn’t like them.”
It felt strange to suddenly receive luxury goods from Won-hyeop, and it felt strange to buy clothes according to Won-hyeop’s taste, so Ji-su felt distressed. However, he had worn the underwear and pajamas Won-hyeop had previously bought without hesitation while staying at Won-hyeop’s house, so he had nothing to say.
“The clothes you bought then… if I ask Won-hyeop-ssi, could I get the receipts?”
Even as he spoke, he broke into a cold sweat. He had no idea how much those clothes cost. If he remembered correctly, Won-hyeop had shown him sneakers as well.
Instead of answering, Jong-bae picked his ear and entered the luxury wing. Perhaps knowing of the visit in advance, the staff waiting at the entrance greeted them with smiles. Realizing things were going wrong, Ji-su followed with a troubled expression. About 15 minutes later, they came out with shopping bags in both hands.
Jong-bae took a phone call and then said to Ji-su,
“Wait here for a moment.”
And he disappeared somewhere. Left alone, Ji-su looked down at the shopping bags with a gloomy face. Lacking the confidence to argue with Jong-bae, he had simply followed him around inside the store. He had no idea how many pieces of clothing had been bought.
He felt like slamming his head against the wall and dying. He knew all too well how these expensive clothes bought today would affect his relationship with Won-hyeop.
Beyond feeling burdened, he felt afraid. He wondered what would have happened if he had firmly told Jong-bae he wouldn’t accept the clothes and left the store. Would Jong-bae have chased him with a terrifying face and dragged him back in? What was certain was that Jong-bae had bought the clothes in front of him, and he had not stopped him.
Tears welled up as he felt pathetic. He pressed his eyes hard with his hand, but his eyelids grew hot and tears pooled.
It was also true that he felt intimidated. Won-hyeop was a man of wealth who could buy such expensive clothes without a second thought. It was something he could never even dream of. The new phone in his trouser pocket felt as heavy as a stone. It felt as if Won-hyeop was sending him a silent message.
Since he had received material support, he would have to follow whatever Won-hyeop demanded in the future. Because of this, it became even harder to tell Won-hyeop that he had been raped by him previously. If others heard, nine out of ten would criticize him.
About 10 minutes later, Jong-bae reappeared, holding a new shopping bag. There was a logo on the outside, but Ji-su didn’t know it was the logo of a luxury watch brand.
“Let’s go.”
Jong-bae walked ahead with a fast pace, as if he had urgent business. Ji-su followed hurriedly and spoke up.
“…Um, I can’t accept such expensive clothes… I’m sorry, but could we refund them….”
As expected, Jong-bae acted as if he hadn’t heard. Just as he was about to speak up louder and stammer, a call came in from Won-hyeop. He answered the phone feeling like crying.
[Did you come out after buying the clothes and the watch?]
While Ji-su wiped his tears with his forearm, Won-hyeop spoke without waiting for an answer.
[From now on, only wear the clothes I buy for you. I hate seeing you walk around looking shabby.]
“…….”
[Your skin is fair, so dull clothes don’t suit you.]
Most of the clothes Jong-bae picked were bright in color. It must have been Won-hyeop’s taste.
[Put the watch on as soon as you get home. And how long has your hair grown? Take a photo and send it.]
Ji-su’s eyes burned, and he couldn’t answer. Even though he hadn’t bought the clothes with his own money, he felt like money had been wasted. From the perspective of someone who bought t-shirts in cheap bundles, agonized over every purchase, and visited five or six shopping malls to find the cheapest option, the clothes Won-hyeop bought were not clothes, but luxury items.
“I’ll send it later. More importantly, the clothes you bought… I can’t wear them…….”
[Why?]
“…Because they’re too expensive.”
As he sniffled, Won-hyeop asked in a bewildered voice.
[Would you wear them if I bought cheap clothes?]
“No…….”
[Then what do you want me to do?]
Jang-ho’s voice could be heard over the phone. Won-hyeop said something to Jang-ho while holding the phone to his ear. The voice of an unfamiliar woman, likely a secretary, was also heard. After giving a few instructions in a rapid tone, Won-hyeop spoke into the phone.
[I put thought into buying these for you, you shouldn’t act like this.]
The words ‘I never asked you to buy them’ rose to the tip of his throat. Unable to talk back even if he died and came back to life, Ji-su bit his lip.
[Instead of saying thank you—]
“…I’m sorry. But I really don’t think I can wear them…….”
[What do you mean you can’t wear them? Wear them.]
As soon as he finished speaking, Won-hyeop clicked his tongue, openly expecting a thank-you.
[Aren’t you going to say ‘Thank you’?]
“…….”
Ji-su clearly remembered Won-hyeop glaring at him with terrifying eyes and slapping his cheek. Seeing how he had become extremely agitated as if he were about to do something drastic, that must be his true nature. If he crossed Won-hyeop’s mood, that side of him would reveal itself immediately.
Terrified, he gripped the phone tightly.
“……Thank you.”
He wanted to say that he would pay back the cost of the watch and clothes bought today as soon as he saved enough money. It was unrealistic, but he felt that if he didn’t at least say it, he wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully tonight.
“I, um, as soon as I save money…….”
As he mumbled, Won-hyeop cut him off.
[Whether it’s soon or slow, do it yourself. I’m busy, so I’m hanging up.]
The call cut off abruptly, and Ji-su pulled the phone away from his ear. As he looked down at the blinking phone screen with gloomy eyes, a sudden feeling of disappointment washed over him. It was because Won-hyeop had not visited the hospital a single time during the week he was hospitalized. He wondered if it was right to feel disappointed by this fact, but…….
Ji-su took a photo of his face so that his hairstyle would look good and sent it to Won-hyeop. He thought he would check it immediately, but there was no reply from Won-hyeop.
It was only after he got into the car with Jong-bae that a message arrived.
Chairman Jo Won-hyeop
Look at this ugly thing. Who is this?
1:51 PM
It was because he had taken the photo strangely. While he was hesitating, not knowing how to reply, Won-hyeop sent another message.
Chairman Jo Won-hyeop
Your hair is still short. Grow it more.
1:51 PM
Taking the opportunity, Ji-su changed Won-hyeop’s name. To ‘Won-hyeop-ssi’. Just as he was about to reply that he would, Won-hyeop sent messages in succession.
Won-hyeop-ssi
Once you gain weight, get a tattoo. A lot of young kids do it these days.
1:51 PM
Grow your hair and dye it too.
1:52 PM
A tattoo. Ji-su stared blankly at the message with a shocked face. He had never dyed his hair in his life, but he could do it if Won-hyeop wanted. But a tattoo was different. It was true that he had a prejudice against tattoos. Even if someone paid him, he wouldn’t want to do it.
While he was unable to respond, Jong-bae, who was driving, spoke.
“I installed a door lock on the villa yesterday. Hyung-nim set the nine-digit password.”
Jong-bae took a piece of memo paper out of his pocket and handed it over.
“This is the password.”
When Ji-su took the memo and unfolded it, nine digits were written on it. Though flustered, he couldn’t say anything since he had heard about the door lock installation from Won-hyeop last time. It was too much that it had proceeded so swiftly without his knowledge as the homeowner, but he couldn’t exactly rip out something that had already been installed.
“Yes…. Thank you.”
Jong-bae glanced at Ji-su’s wrist and then spoke.
“You won’t be living in that villa for long anyway. Hyung-nim will get you a new house soon.”
“…Did Won-hyeop-ssi say that?”
“He didn’t say it. But it’s obvious.”
Jong-bae glanced at Ji-su’s face while pretending not to look.
“You have no idea how much Hyung-nim dislikes that villa.”
Recalling the scene of Ji-su’s self-harm, Jong-bae soon straightened his head. Goosebumps rose all over his body, and he chewed a curse inside his mouth. Ji-su didn’t seem sane to him.
Ironically, because of that, he came to have a different attitude. Until now, he had been blunt because he found Ji-su annoying for no particular reason, but he had no desire to bully Ji-su to the point of making him die. For example, if news came that Ji-su had actually committed suicide a few days later, he would feel guilt, however slight. As a human, he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to be in such an unpleasant situation.
“Starting today, wear the clothes Hyung-nim bought you one by one in rotation. Don’t wear any other clothes until you’ve worn them all once.”
Ji-su felt that Jong-bae was giving him advice without any ill intent.
“Yes…….”
Looking back at the shopping bags filling [visit our site]the back seat, Ji-su felt a pang of conscience and sank into thought.
The orthopedic surgeon had said that the fractured ribs hadn’t healed completely, so he should be careful with strenuous exercise for the time being. Walking the dog wasn’t strenuous nor was it really exercise, so it should be fine.
“……Please take me to Won-hyeop-ssi’s house instead of the villa. I’ll take Cookie for his afternoon and evening walks and then head home.”
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“It’s nice that it’s less hot than yesterday.”
The men gathered in a group playing golf were all dressed as if they had just jumped out of a sports magazine.
Including physique and appearance in addition to attire, Won-hyeop was by far the most striking. Even just standing there with a golf club, Won-hyeop looked like a painting; even when he leaned over and bent his waist to play golf, his stomach did not bulge. Thanks to his well-shaped hips and long legs, his back view was particularly prominent. If he were in a position to be frequently sexually harassed—that is, if he were in Ji-su’s position—he would probably have heard particularly many dirty comments about his back view.
Since the temperature was lower today than other days, everyone had gathered to play golf for the first time in a while. The weather was perfect for golf, as the muscles could become moderately flexible without it being a day where sweat would pour.
For Won-hyeop, who had been incredibly busy over the past week, this was a rare chance to catch [unauthorized copy]his unauthorized copybreath. Of course, they weren’t just happily playing golf; they discussed business as well, so strictly speaking, it was part of his work.
“By the way, Chairman Jo. Have you heard of pintellitin?”
The one who spoke to Won-hyeop was ‘Chairman Kang.’ Older than Won-hyeop, Chairman Kang ran a mid-sized company specializing in the manufacture of construction machinery and equipment. Having married off his only daughter seven months ago, he had taken a great pleasure in bragging about his son-in-law, a hospital director, and spoke of him whenever he had a spare moment. Today was no different.
“It’s a new kind of diet drug that recently came in from the US. I heard the hospital’s revenue jumped twelvefold since Son-in-law Jang started selling it.”
Since Chairman Kang’s stories grew longer when he added boasts about his daughter to those about his son-in-law, Won-hyeop responded quickly to shut him up.
“I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s classified as a psychotropic drug, and it’s selling like hotcakes. It’s a real money-maker.”
“I recall there being quite a stir for several days last year regarding the abuse and misuse of pharmaceuticals. I assume there aren’t any major issues with selling it.”
Won-hyeop, who was well-versed in current affairs to the point of watching stolen contentthe news every single day, had no visit our siteintention of expanding his business, but he was highly knowledgeable about the medical field.
“There are many hospitals still thriving even after being reported for violations of narcotics management. Since most patients continue to visit the clinic regularly to get their prescriptions once they start, it becomes a steady source of income.”
The other chairmen listening in chimed in one by one. They all knew Chairman Kang’s obsessive bragging about his son-in-law well, so rather than being disgusted, they played along.
“Son-in-law Jang is quite skilled at screening which patients to prescribe it to, but since there are people who take the drug and sell it expensively online, the police visited twice last week.”
Whack! Chairman Kang swung his golf club powerfully and squinted as he watched the ball fly far into the distance. As he did, he continued to prattle on about how his son-in-law managed the hospital. Listening in silence, Won-hyeop thought of Ji-su upon hearing that many of the patients prescribed pintellitin were young women sensitive about weight management. If he had only had the money, Ji-su probably would have been frequenting a hospital to take that drug as well.
“There seem to be a lot of young kids with mental issues these days.”
When Won-hyeop made the light comment, Chairman Kang nodded.
“Everyone is like that lately. They don’t get jobs, they have no money, yet they drape themselves in luxury brands and refuse to do any hard work.”
Having only encountered news about the consumption trends of the younger generation through headlines, Won-hyeop thought of Ji-su once more [stolen content]at the mention of luxury brands. Dismissing the shameless things he had [Read on Read BL Novels]done to Ji-su as trivial, [Read on Read BL Novels]Won-hyeop had not considered the burden Ji-su would feel by being bought expensive clothes. He simply wanted Ji-su to dress in the style he desired.
Over the past week, he had rewatched the videos of his sex with Ji-su whenever he had a moment, rubbing himself so excitedly that it wouldn’t have been strange if the skin on his genitals had peeled off. He found voyeurism as exciting as the sex itself, feeling a thrill in the very act of reviewing the CCTV footage. It was amusing to see Ji-su acting naturally, unaware of the secret gaze watching him.
He wanted to observe him all day from a closer distance. When he lay on his stomach using his phone, when he scurried into the bathroom because he had to pee, when he ate his food with smacking sounds—he wanted to watch those sights right by his side. Perhaps because his body was all skin and bones and he lacked sexual desire, he had yet to see him masturbate even once. He desperately wanted to see Ji-su slide down his panties and shake his cock while watching something erotic on his phone.
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“…We’ve gone all the way around, Cookie. Let’s go back in now.”
Ji-su wiped the sweat from his forehead as he walked up the shallow alleyway. Having eaten lunch about thirty minutes ago, he was full of energy. Now that he had strength in his body, he could endure the heat better.
The weight he had heard at the hospital kept popping into his mind unconsciously, but he tried not to get depressed. His counseling session was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. If he felt too anxious, he could just keep a food diary as the doctor suggested.
Opening the front gate, Ji-su climbed the stone steps with Cookie. As he opened the front door and stepped inside, the cool air from the air conditioner chilled his sweat. He wiped Cookie’s paws at the entrance and entered the living room. There, on the table in front of the sofa, sat some beautifully sliced mango.
The Housekeeper said as she came out of the room.
“Have some mango.”
Ji-su instinctively tensed up at the sight of the plate full of mangoes.
“Thank you…. Did you eat some too, Housekeeper?”
“Yes, a while ago.”
After removing Cookie’s leash and muzzle, Ji-su washed his hands and sat at the table. Cookie, who had finished drinking water, sat beside him with a damp chin.
Ji-su had only ever eaten mango in school lunches. Knowing it was a high-sugar fruit, he searched for the glycemic index of mango on his phone. While it was true that it was higher compared to tomatoes, eating one plate wouldn’t make his body swell.
Nevertheless, feeling anxious, he took a deep breath and picked up a fork. He could have lied and said he didn’t like mango to avoid eating it, but he didn’t want to go that far.
The moment he popped a piece of mango into his mouth, his eyes widened. It was cool stolen contentand sweet. He could only have unauthorized copytasted such an intense sweetness in his dreams.
As he ate another piece, his mouth filled with saliva. As if knowing the mango was delicious, Cookie stared at him blankly from the side. A quick internet search revealed that mango was not a harmful fruit for dogs. However, it said that giving too much was not good.
When he picked up a piece of mango with his hand and gave it to him, Cookie devoured it in the blink of an eye.
“You like mango too, huh?”
Eating another piece, Ji-su thought he could probably eat five plates of it.
After giving Cookie three more pieces and eating the rest of the mango himself, he put down the fork. He habitually touched his stomach, but because the mango was more delicious than he had imagined, he soon let go. Strangely, his appetite was stimulated. He wanted to fry a pan full of pink ham and sausages until they were golden brown and eat them with rice. Though he knew he would regret it and shed a few tears afterward.
Licking the sweet mango juice from the corners of his mouth, he picked up Cookie’s toy.
“Want to play with this?”
The toy, called a tug, had a specific way of playing. Following what he had learned from the internet, visit our sitehe gripped it with both hands, and Cookie promptly bit into it and pulled.
Unable to withstand Cookie’s strength, Ji-su staggered, but he didn’t let go of the tug. As he held on tight and shook it from side to side to keep from losing it, Cookie pulled even harder as if excited. Ji-su let go of the tug just before he fell forward.
Cookie ran around the living room with the tug in his mouth.
“Let’s do it again, give it here.”
Ji-su took the tug back from Cookie and pulled it from side to side again. As he put strength into his shoulders and arms, he felt a sharp sting in his ribs.
Even after snatching the tug five times, Cookie continued to hop around as if wanting to play more. Holding his ribs, Ji-su played one last time and then brought out the treats he had bought last time from the room. Cookie quickly took the treat and lay on the sofa to chew it.
Sitting idly and watching Cookie, the cushions on the sofa caught his eye, so he tidied them up. Just then, the Housekeeper came out with the vacuum cleaner, and he stood up.
“Um… I’ll do the vacuuming.”
Not being the type to act bold, he spoke in a small voice. The Housekeeper waved her hand.
“Just stay seated. I’ll be done in a flash.”
“No, I’ll do it…. Please give it to me.”
Ji-su summoned his courage and took the vacuum cleaner from the Housekeeper. Even at a glance, the vacuum looked very expensive. He carefully pressed the power button. Even the whirring sound it made sounded luxurious.
The Housekeeper smiled apologetically.
“I feel bad. Then, please just do the living room.”
After vacuuming the living room, Ji-su went into the rooms and vacuumed there as well while the Housekeeper went out to the yard. Since there was more than one room, he diligently went in and out of each one. Cookie, having finished his treat, followed him around, joining in the cleaning.
The Housekeeper, passing through the hallway, was startled and tried to stop him, but Ji-su smiled awkwardly and said,
“I’m almost done.”
After finishing the vacuuming, he drank a glass of water and played ball with Cookie in the living room. Time flew by, and when evening came, the Housekeeper prepared dinner.
Feeling awkward just waiting peacefully for the dinner table, Ji-su approached the kitchen, gauging her reaction.
“Is there anything I can help with?”
“It’s okay, just stay seated. It’ll be ready soon.”
“No, I’ll help…. Did you put those onions out for me to peel?”
“You already did the vacuuming earlier. It’s fine, so watch TV.”
The Housekeeper pushed him back, so Ji-su had no choice but to return to the sofa. As he did, he blamed his own lack of sociability. If he had been more glib, the Housekeeper wouldn’t have been able to stop him and would have gratefully allowed him to help with dinner.
The sound of something sizzling in a frying pan Read on Read BL Novelsechoed. A delicious [unauthorized copy]smell wafted through the air. Watching the Housekeeper’s back as she busily moved around the kitchen, his eyes grew hot. It was because he thought of his mother.
After sobbing quietly, he headed to the kitchen once the meal was set. On the table, along with yukgaejang, were various carefully seasoned vegetable side dishes and an unfamiliar fish, grilled golden brown and served with a sauce. He wondered if it was salmon, and then the Housekeeper spoke.
“It’s salmon steak.”
“……But aren’t you eating, Housekeeper?”
“I’m out of soy sauce, so I’m going to the mart. I’ll eat when I get back.”
“Please eat. I’ll go instead.”
“Forget it. Just eat.”
Forced into a chair by the Housekeeper, Ji-su felt uncomfortable as he sat. Before he could say anything more, the Housekeeper grabbed her shopping bag and left the house. Anxiety about his weight surged over him, so he took a deep breath, just as he had when eating the mango, and picked up his spoon. A spoonful of the yukgaejang broth was surprisingly delicious.
Since the salmon steak was unfamiliar, he poked it with his chopsticks and inadvertently thought of Won-hyeop. After some hesitation, holding the chopsticks [Read on Read BL Novels]in one hand, he sent a message on [Read on Read BL Novels]his phone. ‘Have you had dinner?’
He cut a small piece of salmon steak and took a bite. His eyes widened. It was so delicious that it was hard to put into words, causing him to pause for a moment. He took another bite with the sauce and a bit of rice, and the salmon melted away in his mouth. He took a few photos of the salmon steak with his phone to look up the recipe later.
Soon, the Housekeeper returned from the mart and they ate together; thankfully, she didn’t ask this or that about why he was so skinny.
Finishing his meal first, Ji-su immediately did the dishes. The Housekeeper hurriedly put down her chopsticks and tried to stop him.
“Just leave it.”
“No, I’ll do it. Please finish your meal.”
Despite the Housekeeper’s repeated protests, Ji-su put on rubber gloves and turned on the sink. It was only natural, but now that he had strength in his body, doing the dishes was easy. When he used to shower, he would tremble because he didn’t have the strength to squeeze the shampoo bottle, but now he was able to apply pressure to squeeze the dish soap.
After finishing the dishes, he even took the Housekeeper’s plate and utensils, leaving her unable to hide her guilt.
“I’m sorry for making you work. Just do the soaping and leave the rinsing.”
“Yes…….”
However, Ji-su finished everything, including the rinsing, and tidied the sink. When the Housekeeper came out of the laundry room, she looked extremely apologetic, and Ji-su smiled awkwardly.
“I’m good at dishes…. I’ve done them a lot since I was young.”
When it was time for her to leave, Ji-su followed her to the entrance with Cookie to see her off.
“Goodbye.”
“You worked hard. Get some rest. By the way, you’ll be walking Cookie from now on, right?”
“Yes, I will.”
“Cookie will like it more with a young stolen contentstudent walking [unauthorized copy]him than with me. Thank you. See you tomorrow.”
“Yes, see you tomorrow. Get home safely.”
Once the Housekeeper left, Ji-su returned to the living room and looked at his phone. He checked the message he had sent during dinner, but there was no reply from Won-hyeop.
A short while later, he took Cookie out for an evening walk. The evening air was humid, but walking through the dim residential area while watching the sunset felt good.
“Cookie, shall we run a little?”
On a whim, Ji-su gripped Cookie’s leash firmly and jogged lightly. Cookie matched his pace, ears flapping as he ran.
Ji-su, who hadn’t been able to run since his weight dropped below 50kg, found it amazing that he could run—even if it wasn’t a full sprint—at a fast pace. His stomach felt heavy, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
After circling the residential complex a few more times, he returned home, drank a glass of cool water, and rested on the sofa. He had finished everything he needed to do for the day, so he could technically ‘clock out,’ but for some reason, his mind wasn’t at ease.
He thought of the watch. The price of the watch he had searched for online during the day was unbelievably expensive. No matter how high-end a luxury watch was, it was hard to Read on Read BL Novelsjustify. It was uncertain whether he could ever earn enough money to pay back the cost of Read on Read BL Novelsthe watch. After much deliberation, he sent a message to Won-hyeop. He intended to postpone his ‘clock-out’ for a while.
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The inside of the car was dark. Sitting in the back seat, Won-hyeop showed no signs of being drunk.
Jong-bae checked the time on his wristwatch while driving. It looked like it would be past 10 PM by the time they arrived home. While driving for a while, Won-hyeop looked at his phone with a puzzled “Hmm?”
Upon arriving in front of the house, Jong-bae got out of the driver’s seat and opened the back door. Won-hyeop stepped out of the car while using his phone. Jong-bae caught a glimpse and saw that he was reading a messenger chat room.
“Please go inside.”
Carrying his bag, Won-hyeop gestured to Jong-bae and entered the front gate. Passing the stone steps and arriving at the entrance, he opened the door to find Ji-su’s sneakers on the floor. From the end of the hallway, Cookie ran out with flapping ears and a wagging tail.
Won-hyeop gave Cookie a cursory glance and smiled as he took off his shoes.
“This little guy waited for me without clocking out, huh.”
As he passed the hallway and entered the living room, he saw Ji-su sleeping, leaning against the sofa. The TV was off, and the living room was quiet.
Instead of welcoming Ji-su, whom he was seeing for the first time in nearly a week, Won-hyeop immediately started groping his crotch. He tossed the bag in his hand onto one side of the sofa. The sleeping Ji-su looked seductive, and Won-hyeop muttered with half-closed eyes.
“He sleeps so prettily.”
Approaching the sofa, Won-hyeop used the hand that had been rubbing his own cock to grope Ji-su’s body. He wanted to check how much weight he had gained.
Seeing Ji-su, whom he had only seen through CCTV footage, right before his eyes made his mouth water. Perhaps because he had just eaten with old chairmen whose facial skin was sagging, his eyes were drawn to Ji-su’s elastic skin. Even knowing that youth is fleeting, he couldn’t help but admire it purely. As he groped the white thighs where veins were visible and slid his hand inside the pants, Ji-su’s eyes snapped open.
“W-when… did you get here?”
Won-hyeop sat close beside Ji-su. When he wrapped his arm around the thin waist, Ji-su’s entire body stiffened.
“Just now. I saw the message [Read on Read BL Novels]you sent when I arrived in front of the house. I was busy Read on Read BL Novelswith a dinner meeting.”
Won-hyeop interpreted Ji-su’s intention of waiting for him without clocking out in the way he wanted.
“Being stuck in the hospital made you crave sex?”
Ji-su shook his head, looking flustered.
“N-no, it’s not that…….”
“If not, why were you waiting for me?”
With a smirk, Won-hyeop pulled at the waistband of Ji-su’s pants.
“Take off your panties and lie down.”
However, Ji-su held onto the waistband of his pants and spoke urgently.
“M-my weight has increased a lot. When I weighed myself at the hospital this morning, I was almost 49kg.”
“You gain weight quickly when you eat three meals a day. You’re doing well.”
“And I’m scheduled for a psychiatric consultation tomorrow…. I’m planning to take Cookie for his lunch walk after I get back.”
Ji-su pressed his thighs together to prevent his pants from being pulled down. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t expected this situation. Staying alone in this house to wait for Won-hyeop was no different from sticking his head into the jaws of a predator.
“……The psychiatrist said that I show obsessive tendencies. He said it was heavily influenced by my upbringing.”
Offering information that wasn’t asked for, Ji-su continued the story he had heard during the psychiatric consultation. The reason why he refused food and obsessed over weight, his family history of depression, and the future direction of his treatment.
“The doctor strongly recommended medication…. He’ll probably bring up medication again tomorrow, but I think counseling alone is enough.”
Won-hyeop wore a subtle expression, noticing that Ji-su’s voice was clearer [visit our site]than before. There Read on Read BL Novelswas a distinct [stolen content]difference from before, when he would mumble weakly with a depressed face.
“The doctor was concerned about my addiction to the appetite suppressants I’ve taken, but I haven’t thought about the drugs once while I’ve been staying here. I’m going to throw them all away when I go home after work.”
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