Chapter 123
Yoo Siwoon lifted up Eunseong’s top and then decided it would be better to just take it off completely, pulling it over his head. He covered Eunseong’s cold back and shoulders with a blanket and searched through the first aid kit for ointment to apply with a cotton swab.
“Ah, I should disinfect it first. It might get infected.”
“…Who sucks on someone’s skin until it gets chafed? What are you, a baby, ahjussi?”
Yoo Siwoon burst into laughter at Eunseong’s scolding.
“I think… I wasn’t in my right mind.”
Still, he couldn’t help but keep looking at that spot. From sucking so much, Eunseong’s nipples and the round areolas were still moist. They had darkened in color and looked like temptingly ripe fruit.
Yoo Siwoon soaked gauze with disinfectant and carefully cleaned the reddened, swollen skin. He watched Eunseong flinch and wince whenever something touched those sensitive areas, then brought over a cotton swab with ointment.
“Do you want to go to the hospital?”
“How could I go to the hospital looking like this? Have you ever seen a man whose breasts produce milk?”
“Hmm… no.”
“I really can’t go to the hospital now. I absolutely won’t go. What if this gets on the news?”
“What if we keep it a secret? Ask the doctor to keep it absolutely confidential.”
“Isn’t a doctor a person too? They’ll definitely tell someone about the male patient who produces milk.”
“I doubt it.”
“…It’s embarrassing.”
“I’m sorry.”
Eunseong pouted, looking upset. He already had so many secrets about his body that he wanted to hide, and now there was one more. He was determined not to let anyone touch or even put their mouth on him until he was completely healed.
Yoo Siwoon couldn’t hide the smile on his face, finding Eunseong’s upset state incredibly endearing and cute. He carefully applied the ointment with the cotton swab. He cut pieces of gauze, made them thick, and placed them on both nipples, securing them with bandages. As soon as he finished, Eunseong pushed aside the blanket and hurriedly put on the top that Yoo Siwoon had removed.
“From now on, no more sucking here.”
“Huh?”
“I’m banning it until it’s completely healed.”
“…I don’t want to.”
“I’m serious. I mean it sincerely. It’s banned.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Imagine if your penis got chafed.”
“…”
Yoo Siwoon frowned slightly, looking displeased.
“See? It would be really painful, right?”
“If it hurts, then I shouldn’t do it. If Eunseong says it hurts, I shouldn’t do it.”
Yoo Siwoon put away the first aid kit and embraced Eunseong. He held him preciously in his arms and patted his back.
“…I’m sorry for hurting you.”
“It wasn’t that painful… and I didn’t completely hate it, but I don’t like milk coming out of my chest.”
“Okay, I understand. I’ll be careful.”
He held Eunseong tightly in his arms, almost suffocatingly.
While they were embracing playfully, they heard someone approaching, and Yoo Siwoon released Eunseong as if he had never been holding him.
The only person with permission to freely enter his house was Director Nam, who looked at Yoo Siwoon with contemptuous eyes, as if he were some pervert, whenever he was close to Eunseong. Yoo Siwoon knew that Director Nam would never understand him.
Because he didn’t know what it felt like to meet a wife in an empty life, how miraculous it was to meet a companion he might never have had.
As expected, Director Nam came in. Yoo Siwoon and Eunseong sat apart. Eunseong awkwardly stood up, unnecessarily fixing his hair as he greeted Director Nam.
“Oh, Director, you’re here? I was just making omurice. Would you like to join us?”
“No, thank you. CEO, aren’t you ready yet?”
After checking Eunseong’s complexion and declining his offer, Director Nam asked Yoo Siwoon with confusion. Eunseong escaped to the kitchen.
Yoo Siwoon just stared at Director Nam with a face that said he had no idea what he was talking about.
“I sent you a text, but you must not have seen it. You told me not to come, so I sent a text instead. You told me not to come or call you.”
“Yes, I did. Because you kept nagging me like a debt collector, and I didn’t want to hear it, so I told you not to come. So you sent a text.”
Yoo Siwoon finally looked at his phone. He had it on silent and hadn’t been responding to any communications. Indeed, there was a message from Director Nam saying that Chairman Yoo was looking for him and to visit his residence by a certain time.
He checked the time. If he left now, he could arrive at the Chairman’s mansion—where he kept dogs that enjoyed human flesh—by the specified time.
When Director Nam silently stared at him without saying more, Yoo Siwoon sighed deeply and went to his room. He changed clothes and headed to the kitchen where Eunseong was. He approached Eunseong, who was busy making omurice.
“Do you have to go?”
“Something came up. I’ll be back soon. Eat first.”
“I wanted to wait and eat together, but I’m hungry, so I’ll eat first.”
“Okay, eat first.”
Yoo Siwoon smiled and bent down to kiss his cheek but hesitated. Director Nam had somehow followed them into the kitchen and was standing there awkwardly, watching them. Yoo Siwoon turned to him, giving him a pointed look, but when Director Nam just stood there, he said:
“Please go out first.”
“Ah, yes. I’ll wait outside.”
After confirming that Director Nam had completely left, Yoo Siwoon turned back to Eunseong. He caressed his lovely cheek and pressed their lips together.
Everything about Eunseong was sweet. His soft, plump lips, his sweet-smelling breath, his soft earlobes, his beautiful eye shape, the form of his nostrils, even his imperfect lower body that had completely lost its sexual function.
There had never been anyone who moistened his empty, hollow soul like this. He already loved him so much, held him so deeply in his heart that it was heartbreaking that he couldn’t contain more. He was just beginning to understand life’s happiness. For the first time in his life, he was realizing what it felt like to be grateful for being alive.
As the kiss grew more intense and Yoo Siwoon clung to him, Eunseong grabbed his shoulders and pushed him slightly. He exhaled a hot breath and opened his eyes.
“Haa, Director Nam is waiting.”
“Mm.”
“Go quickly.”
“…I love you.”
Yoo Siwoon murmured like a sigh. He gently bumped his forehead against Eunseong’s and, unable to hide his expression of overwhelming happiness, blinked with distant eyes as if in a daze.
Eunseong cradled Yoo Siwoon’s cheeks, stroking them as he whispered back:
“Me too. Ahjussi… I love you too.”
“I’ll be back.”
He kissed Eunseong’s cheek with a smack and turned away.
Sitting in the back seat with an indifferent expression, looking out the car window, Yoo Siwoon was asked by Director Nam:
“What do you think this is about? Is it because of the sacrifice ritual tomorrow that they’re looking for you?”
“Seems like something needs to be handled.”
Yoo Siwoon answered indifferently, as if uninterested. Now all he had to do was leave. Once he escaped to a place where they couldn’t find him, hide out for a few years until Yoo Seongil, with his fake target, solidified his position as successor, he could live normally, forgotten, without needing to hide anymore.
There were plenty of people in the family who could replace Yoo Siwoon anyway. Besides, if Yoo Siwoon disappeared, it would be a welcome development for Yoo Seongil, as a competitor would be gone, even if he was a non-believer. Yoo Siwoon no longer wished for either the collapse or prosperity of Seongha. He just wanted to be with Eunseong, to live together without anyone’s interference.
He wanted to raise Baekseol, who looked just like Seolgi, run together in a spacious park feeling the breeze, and spend leisurely time drinking coffee with Eunseong in a nice café.
It was a good thought. A wonderful thought. Yoo Siwoon smiled faintly thinking about it. Director Nam said something that broke his reverie, and Yoo Siwoon turned his gaze to the back of the driver’s head with an expression of ruined mood.
“What did you say?”
“We haven’t been able to contact Director Kim from the Strategic Planning Office.”
“Has his whereabouts been determined?”
“It’s difficult for us to actively search… what about talking to Team Leader Lee Joon-seung?”
“To the person who told Eunseong it would be better to commit suicide?”
Yoo Siwoon’s voice sank, cold as ice. He recalled Lee Joon-seung and didn’t hide his displeasure, his handsome eyebrows distorting terribly.
“I still don’t understand why I’m keeping that bastard alive. I don’t understand myself, but do you understand and accept it, Director?”
In the headlights of oncoming cars, Yoo Siwoon’s eyes, reflected in the rearview mirror, momentarily appeared bloodshot and terrifying.
“You know he’s a person with strong animosity toward Yongse Pacheon Church. Of course, it was a slip of the tongue.”
“A slip of the tongue?”
“…”
“He said such… haa, such dog-like things to my precious person, and you call it a slip of the tongue?”
His jaw trembled tightly as he held back harsh curses that were about to burst out, indirectly showing that he was restraining himself only because the other person was Director Nam.
Director Nam, realizing that further comment was meaningless, immediately apologized. He didn’t want to provoke him.
“…I’m sorry.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
