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Turning his head, Hee-woon saw a cold face and quickly bowed his head.
A terrifying silence lasted for a while.
“Come with me.”
“Ah. I have a part-time job…”
“It’s at 8:30.”
Hee-woon’s face contorted with panic, not expecting him to know that too.
He moved his lips to make another excuse, but Seo Kang-woo sighed.
Hee-woon, flinching, asked in a small voice.
“Wh-what are you going to do if we go?”
“I just thought we could talk a bit…”
Looking at Hee-woon, whose eyes darted around as if seeking help, Kang-woo said.
“Seeing how you’re acting, it looks like you need a beating.”
Frightened, Hee-woon moved hastily.
His mind moving faster than his body, his face collided with Kang-woo’s solid shoulder.
Kang-woo grabbed Hee-woon’s staggering arm, steadied him, and let out a hollow laugh.
The two headed towards the main gate.
Trying to show willingness to follow obediently, Hee-woon walked sticking close to Kang-woo’s back.
“Come to the side.”
Kang-woo looked back at his deeply bowed head and spoke.
“Okay.”
He moved to the side but still walked close to Kang-woo, enough for their arms or hands to occasionally brush.
Each time, Hee-woon startled and shrunk back, and Kang-woo gazed down at him intently.
A foreign car was parked in the alleyway.
People who had been openly staring averted their glances as the car owner appeared.
“Get in.”
Kang-woo opened the backseat door and gestured with his chin.
Hee-woon hesitated, then got in the car, followed by Kang-woo.
Hee-woon looked around in shock.
The windows were tinted pitch black, making it impossible to see inside.
Thud—the car door closed, bringing reality.
Now there were no countless cellphones to protect Hee-woon.
Kang-woo silently observed Hee-woon.
His head was bowed so low his slightly long bangs covered his eyes.
White gauze was stuck to his narrow cheek, and his round ears were red, perhaps from tension.
A red bruise was slightly visible inside the hood covering his neck.
Noting even the fine trembling of his thin hands placed on his dry thighs, Kang-woo spoke.
“Lift your head.”
Hee-woon lifted his head.
His eyes were tightly closed, teeth clenched.
“What? Want me to hit you?”
At Kang-woo’s indifferent words, Hee-woon’s eyes flew open.
“Ah, no!”
His voice cracked from urgency.
Hee-woon shook his head, watching Kang-woo’s reaction.
The staring gaze seemed as if debating whether to hit him or not.
“I thought. Maybe you wanted to get hit.”
“No.”
“You acted like shit all day.”
The soft voice was oddly rough.
Hee-woon pressed his lips together.
“I’m not a germ. Why run away?”
“Th-that…”
“Because you fucked me, you want to throw me away?”
“Ah, no!”
Hee-woon waved his hands in denial.
He felt wronged, inside and out.
That he had ‘fucked’ Seo Kang-woo…
It was a desperate night to survive.
To Hee-woon, that act wasn’t anything like s*x.
“Then?”
Hee-woon, tightly clenching his trembling hands, tried hard to steady his voice.
“I thought it’d be easier for you too if I stayed out of sight, and I… just, I was scared.”
Kang-woo stared at the bloodshot whites and reddish eyeballs.
When he raised his hand, Hee-woon’s shoulders hunched.
Scared little brat. Kang-woo scoffed inwardly and cupped Hee-woon’s cheek, brushing his swollen eyelids with his thumb.
Flinch. Hee-woon closed his eyes.
A soft voice reached his ear.
“Because you were scared, did you cry again?”
“…Only on Saturday.”
Mumbling in reply, a pfft, a short laugh came back.
Blunt fingertips brushed past his eyelashes, reaching the corner of his eye.
“Only cried on Saturday. Didn’t cry yesterday or today?”
The tone was as if speaking to a child.
Thinking he probably wouldn’t hit him for now, Hee-woon cautiously opened his eyes and nodded.
A large hand gently stroked his cheek.
Their eyes met.
Light double eyelids curved roundly over dark eyes.
It was a sweet smile.
One that seemed entirely unrelated to anything bad or dirty.
That made it even more chilling.
                                                     ****
“I thought about you a lot over the weekend.”
“……”
The soft voice was very similar to that smile.
Goosebumps rose all over his body.
Hee-woon clenched his fist tightly.
“You didn’t think about me?”
“I, I thought about you a lot too.”
The moment he saw Kang-woo’s eyebrow twitch slightly, Hee-woon hastily blurted out.
Unlike Hee-woon, who sat upright, Kang-woo leaned loosely against the seat, tilting his head.
“How much?”
“…Huh?”
Swallowing dry saliva, Hee-woon rolled his round eyes and spoke timidly.
“I couldn’t… sleep.”
Pleasing Seo Kang-woo’s fickle temper was truly difficult.
Afraid this answer might also upset him, Hee-woon waited tensely.
Kang-woo, who had been intently staring at Hee-woon, reached out his hand.
For Hee-woon, it was natural to flinch, thinking he’d be hit.
“Look here.”
“……”
He truly thought he’d be hit.
Seo Kang-woo’s voice was too quiet, and the downward silence was heavy.
Kang-woo brushed under Hee-woon’s hollow eyes, examining them closely.
So this is from lack of sleep. Muttering, he suddenly asked.
“What did you eat for lunch?”
“Uh……”
The unexpected question made Hee-woon just blink.
What did I eat…
While Hee-woon thought blankly, Kang-woo peeled off one corner of the gauze on his cheek.
Confirming the multicolored bruise on his cheek, he pressed to reattach the gauze, and only then did the small face wince in pain.
“Is the question that hard?”
“No, no. I ate at the convenience store.”
“So what.”
“Bread… I think?”
Kang-woo slightly furrowed his brow and flicked Hee-woon’s forehead lightly.
“No wonder you’re so skinny, eating just bread.”
Seo Kang-woo acted as if they were close friends.
He played with Hee-woon’s earlobe and said,
“Let’s have dinner.”
Hee-woon could only answer yes.
Kang-woo pulled Hee-woon’s head, making him lean against his shoulder.
A large hand covered Hee-woon’s eyes as he leaned in an awkward position.
They drove like that for about 20 minutes.
The destination was Seo Kang-woo’s house.
A place Hee-woon had come to daily until last week.
When Hee-woon looked out the window, Kang-woo asked if he hadn’t slept.
Of course he couldn’t sleep.
He was leaning against a murderer’s shoulder.
                                          ****
Though he had been watching from across for a month, this was his first time entering the house.
Hee-woon looked around constantly as he crossed the wide yard, passed the entrance, and traversed the luxurious living room.
“Do you like it?”
Kang-woo tilted his head and looked into Hee-woon’s face.
“Huh? The house, it’s really nice.”
“You must have wanted to keep coming inside.”
Hee-woon hesitated, then nodded.
Kang-woo smiled brightly.
“I didn’t know what you like, so I had them prepare Korean food.”
“Uh-huh… Thanks.”
While following the seemingly cheerful Kang-woon, Hee-woon encountered a few workers.
He wondered: Do these people know?
That Seo Kang-woo killed someone.
And probably, that it wasn’t his first time.
Various dishes were set on the spacious dining table.
Hee-woon, sitting opposite Kang-woo, awkwardly picked up his spoon.
He felt like sitting on pins and needles.
The food clearly looked delicious, but he had no appetite.
To such Hee-woon, Kang-woo carelessly dropped a thunderous statement.
“From tomorrow, let’s have lunch together.”
Hee-woon almost dropped his spoon, gripping it tightly.
His mind raced.
He swallowed dry saliva and spoke.
“…You. If this is surveillance because you’re afraid I’ll tell someone… You really don’t have to.”
Clatter.
Kang-woo set down his chopsticks.
Hee-woon flinched and added, “I mean it.”
Kang-woo stroked his chin, staring fixedly at Hee-woon’s frightened face.
“Surveillance… Is this surveillance?”
“…No, it’s not.”
“I haven’t even named it yet.”
Kang-woo muttered as if to himself and snorted.
He tapped the table and said.
“I know well you won’t tell anyone. How could a brat who trembles from a few slaps do that?”
Right?
At the question seeking agreement, Hee-woon nodded awkwardly.
Watching him essentially agreeing to being insulted, Kang-woo smiled broadly.
“Don’t overthink it; just eat.”
Hee-woon opened and closed his mouth, then pressed his lips together tightly.
Seo Kang-woo was toying with him.
It was bleak.
What if he toys with him and then kills him?
What if he breaks something?
Maybe reporting to the police would be better.
If the police couldn’t be trusted, maybe fleeing to the Philippines where his brother was would be better.
But then, what about the debt?
Those people wouldn’t just let his mother and him go to the Philippines.
Even if they escaped undetected, they’d have to live as fugitives forever.
That was as bleak as the remaining debt.
Kang-woo, seeing Hee-woon’s pale face, gradually furrowed his brow.
“Why do you look like a corpse? Am I bothering you?”
“…No. It’s just… wouldn’t it be more comfortable if we didn’t meet? I’ll make sure to avoid you well…”
His voice trailed off.
Silence flowed after that.
Hee-woon bit his lip hard and fiddled with his spoon.
What broke the silence was Seo Kang-woo’s laughter.
I was being too generous for no reason. Muttering as if to himself, he stood up.
Then he looked at Hee-woon and asked gently.
“Sunbae, can you stand up for a moment?”
“…Huh?”
Hee-woon rose awkwardly from the chair.
Not knowing he’d soon be rolling on the floor with the chair.