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Hee-woon held his breath so Seo Kang-woo wouldn’t notice him, thinking only of getting out of here unscathed.
“Pl, please spare me…. f*ck… Wh, what did I do so wrong? Huh? Please spare me! Isn’t anyone here!”
Hyeok-jin, scrambling backwards, his back hit the room door.
With a face full of terror, he looked at Kang-woo, then struggled to knock on the door and screamed.
Watching this, Kang-woo muttered.
“Right.”
“What could he have done so wrong?”
He blinked slowly, looking into empty space.
Hyeok-jin kept screaming.
Kang-woo let out a sigh, grabbed Hyeok-jin by the collar, and punched him in the face.
Hyeok-jin received the merciless violence without even a chance to scream.
After hitting him a few more times, Kang-woo let go of the collar, and the large body thumped limply to the side.
“Be a little quiet.”
Seo Kang-woo said belatedly.
To Lee Hyeok-jin, who could no longer even scream.
Hee-woon, trembling, examined Hyeok-jin.
His bloodied face was so mangled it was impossible to tell what was damaged, making it even more horrifying.
“Ugh….”
Hee-woon let out a moan without realizing it.
“You too.”
Kang-woo’s gaze suddenly turned to Hee-woon.
Hic— Hee-woon gasped and covered his mouth.
“Why are you moaning, sunbae?”
His frowning expression was too terrifying.
It seemed like he would come over at any moment and make Hee-woon look like that too.
“Ugh… I, I….”
“Don’t make a sound.”
“This bastard can hear.”
At the tone laced with irritation, Hee-woon nodded with his mouth covered.
Kang-woo held his gaze on Hee-woon a moment longer, then looked down at Hyeok-jin collapsed in front of the door.
“Ah.”
“He’s going to be half-crippled.”
Scratching his forehead and muttering casually, Kang-woo took out his phone.
He seemed to do something briefly, and not long after, a knock was heard.
When Lee Hyeok-jin was screaming like that earlier, no one came, but now…
“Come in.”
The person who opened the door was a man who looked to be in his thirties.
After bowing to Kang-woo, two other men entered behind him and dragged Hyeok-jin out.
The large frame slumped and was dragged away limply.
“Please handle it well.”
“Yes.”
“What shall I tell the Chairman?”
“To the Chairman….”
Kang-woo suddenly looked at Hee-woon.
Hee-woon flinched in surprise and bowed his head.
Because the neckline had stretched a bit, his white neck was clearly visible.
Without averting his gaze, Kang-woo spoke.
“Tell him I did it because he pissed me off.”
“…Yes.”
The man, who had bowed upon entering, closed the door and left.
Silence fell.
It was as frightening as when only the noise of something breaking, which he didn’t even want to imagine, could be heard.
Shhh, shhh.
The sound of slippers dragging on the floor grew closer.
Hee-woon, still covering his mouth, trembled.
Kang-woo righted the fallen chair and glanced at Hee-woon.
“Were you scared?”
Kang-woo sat in the chair Hyeok-jin had been sitting in and tilted his head.
Hee-woon nodded.
Kang-woo, about to prop his chin, clicked his tongue upon seeing the blood on his hand.
He frowned slightly and wiped his hand with a napkin.
“Why… why did you hit him?”
When Hee-woon asked, trembling, he raised his head and stared intently at Hee-woon.
“Why would I hit that bastard when it wasn’t even necessary.”
Hee-woon had asked, but the question was thrown back at him.
Hee-woon glanced at Kang-woo’s hand, stained with splotches of blood, and spoke.
“B-because he wasn’t doing the group project properly….”
“…….”
Seo Kang-woo had no reaction to the hesitant answer.
So Hee-woon hesitated and opened his mouth.
“…Because he pissed you off?”
Kang-woo, who had been staring intently at Hee-woon’s frightened face, suddenly laughed out loud.
He shook his shoulders, laughing for a while, then spoke without fully suppressing his laughter.
“That’s right.”
“Because freeloading is so f*cking annoying.”
“Uh-huh.”
Hee-woon nodded awkwardly.
Kang-woo’s gaze fell on the half-bitten macaron.
The one Hee-woon had been holding and dropped on the desk had its filling oozing out and was a little crushed.
Hee-woon’s mind, out of its senses from fear, had only short thoughts.
Seo Kang-woo dislikes it when food isn’t eaten properly.
The macaron Seo Kang-woo is looking at is the one he was eating.
As soon as he thought that far, Hee-woon grabbed the macaron that had fallen on the desk and shoved it into his mouth.
He swallowed it without chewing much.
“…….”
“I, I ate it all.”
Feeling anxious, he showed the inside of his mouth as he spoke.
Kang-woo, who had made a strange expression, nodded.
Then he said he would go wash his hands and told Hee-woon to go up to his room.
Hee-woon tried his best not to look at the blood droplets splattered here and there.
Something sparkled on the floor, perhaps tiny glass fragments.
Seo Kang-woo was truly insane.
Lee Hyeok-jin was annoying enough to make you want to hit him, but he hadn’t done anything wrong enough to warrant such severe assault.
Going up to Kang-woo’s room, Hee-woon tried to steady his ragged breathing.
He didn’t know if he himself might get beaten like that over something trivial.
Should he take a leave of absence?
But immediately, Hee-woon corrected his thoughts.
Even if he took a leave, Seo Kang-woo would summon him.
Then, maybe to the Philippines where his brother was….
Click.
At the sound of the door opening, Hee-woon was startled.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“I-it’s nothing….”
Hee-woon said timidly and lowered his eyes.
“Take this home and eat it.”
“Huh?”
What Seo Kang-woo held out was a pretty box.
Looking closely, macarons were visible inside transparent plastic.
Hee-woon looked at Kang-woo blankly.
“Don’t pick up and eat things that fell on the floor.”
“…It didn’t fall on the floor.”
When Hee-woon denied it quietly, Kang-woo laughed.
“Something suddenly came up, I think I need to go out.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll email the professor saying I’ll do the presentation.”
“Okay.”
Hee-woon was curious about what happened to Lee Hyeok-jin, but he didn’t ask.
Because he was afraid the answer might come back that he had been killed.
Seo Kang-woo, who had been staring intently at him, suddenly reached a hand under his chin.
“…Wh, what are you….”
Hee-woon stammered in confusion.
He hadn’t grabbed him by the collar, but he had slid his fingers into the neckline of his T-shirt and pulled.
Kang-woo, with a rather serious expression, peered inside the T-shirt, and his lips moved.
The sound was small, but Hee-woon clearly heard the curse.
Kang-woo let go of the T-shirt and smoothed out his clothes.
A large hand lightly tapped near his collarbone.
“It’s stretched out.”
Kang-woo muttered, running his hand over the neck area, then looked up.
“Are there any other bastards like that?”
At the sudden question, Hee-woon tensed up.
“What kind….”
“Bastards that piss me off.”
Hee-woon stared blankly at Kang-woo.
The seemingly indifferent expression was similar to when he had assaulted Lee Hyeok-jin.
The sounds heard then, when he was breaking bones and mangling a face, clung stubbornly to his ears.
A sudden thought occurred to him.
Was the reason for the violence inflicted on Lee Hyeok-jin… because of him?
                                                   ****
Hee-woon hurriedly left Kang-woo’s house.
He wanted to get away quickly.
But thinking about it, that was the case even normally.
“I’m home.”
“Okay.”
Hee-woon, who had greeted his mother lying down after sliding the door open a bit, closed the door again and put down his backpack.
He planned to study until it was time for tutoring.
He spread a small table in the kitchen/dining area where only one person could pass through and opened the backpack zipper.
A pale yellow box came into view.
“…….”
The area under Hee-woon’s eyes twitched.
He clenched and then unclenched his fist, took the box out of the bag, and called out to his mother.
“Mom.”
“Do you want a macaron?”
“A macaron?”
Hearing the sound of his mother getting up, Hee-woon went into the room and handed her the box.
His mother peered at the pretty macarons inside the transparent plastic and asked, sounding a bit pleased.
“You bought them?”
“…Yes.”
“You like these, Mom.”
“You’re all I have, Hee-woon.”
“I should have coffee with it.”
Color returned to her perpetually tired-looking face.
Hee-woon stared intently at his mother’s back as she went to the kitchen.
As she put water in the kettle, his mother hummed a tune.
She took out the gifted coffee from the cupboard, the kettle whistled pii—, and while the coffee aroma spread through the small house, the humming didn’t stop.
His mother really liked expensive, small desserts.
“You’ll have some coffee, right?”
“Yes.”
His mother had no idea what had happened just a little while ago.
What he had seen, heard, and what emotions he had felt today.
Or how he had come to have those macarons.
“You seemed to stay up late studying yesterday too.”
“You must be very tired, Hee-woon.”
His mother said with a worried expression.
“No.”
“I’m not tired at all.”
“I don’t sleep much anyway, you know.”
Hee-woon looked at his mother and grinned.
His mother placed a cup of coffee on the table and went back into the room.
Hee-woon stared at the sliding door for a moment, then cupped the steaming coffee cup with both hands.
Only then did he realize his hands had been cold all along.
                                                    ****
“Wow.”
“Very well done.”
“Both the content and the presentation.”
“Excellent.”
“Thank you.”
Next to the screen, Seo Kang-woo wore a smooth smile.
“Due to a teammate being in a traffic accident, this team consisted of two members.”
“I heard the accident was quite serious, how is that student doing?”
The students seated in the lecture hall whispered among themselves about Lee Hyeok-jin.
They all knew, without any suspicion, that it was a traffic accident.
It had been handled so cleanly that it was scary to ask how it could even be possible.
“I heard he is recovering.”
The professor nodded and said anyway, well done, and started clapping.
Amidst the other students who began clapping, Hee-woon stared blankly at Kang-woo.
Was it really because of him?