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After a long time, he had a good dream. A dream of him and Eundo making delicious curry together. They had bought meat cheaply and were eating curry with more meat than vegetables. “Hyung-a, it’s delicious. Eundo bought the meat.” Looking at Eundo saying that, Taein smiled saying “We bought it together.” They were eating while basking in such warm sunlight…
Taein, who opened his eyes, turned his head at the sudden sunlight that hit him. The sun was up, filling the wide window.
It was a dream.
“……”
Taein, whose memory was completely cut off, belatedly realized where he was. He thought he had definitely collapsed in that house, that completely ruined house, but it must have been a mistake. What spread before his eyes was the scenery of a spacious and expensive-looking house. It felt somewhat empty to be called an ordinary house, and it seemed like a hotel too. Taein only moved his eyes to survey his surroundings.
“Fuck, no way…”
He was feeling heavy pain in his stomach. Feeling a stinging sensation in his rear, Taein immediately lifted the blanket to check. He hoped he was still wearing yesterday’s clothes, but what he faced was his own naked body. Taein, who briefly saw even his bare feet, muttered “fucking bastard…” and lowered the blanket. The emotions came rushing in quickly. He thought that since he had been sending money punctually, he wouldn’t do something like this. Even if he caused a scene in the middle of the street saying to sell his hole cheaply, not to this extent.
Taein gritted his teeth at what had ultimately happened.
He was angry and frustrated.
It was certain that Jang Ihwan had done this to him, but since he couldn’t remember, it felt like his emotions were flailing uselessly.
Taein slowly traced back his memories while looking for clothes with his eyes.
After leaving Eundo and pouring everything out on the mountain…
His memory was intact up to that point, but everything after meeting Jang Ihwan at the bus stop was blurry. What he could barely recall was the memory of urgently finding a corner to enter, the memory of staring intently at someone. As he traced through one by one, fragmentary moments also came into his head. He remembered gasping for breath under Jang Ihwan. Taein quietly cursed and covered his eyes with one hand.
Whatever he had done, it seemed like he had wanted it too.
Though not exact, it was certain that he had mingled bodies with a man.
With that bastard Jang Ihwan.
Taein couldn’t contain the surge of anger for a moment and bolted up from his position. The room was quiet so Jang Ihwan seemed to have gone somewhere, but that wasn’t his concern. First, he started looking for his clothes. If he had undressed, there should be traces at least. But somehow there was nothing around. Taein scanned the entire spacious room. As he left the bedroom area, he could see clothes draped over the sofa.
When he approached and rummaged through them with his hands, a robe, shirt, and vest came out one by one.
Jang Ihwan mainly wore just shirts. Even when he varied with colors or patterns, he had rarely appeared properly dressed in a suit. He had no memory of seeing a black vest either. Taein frowned and moved away from the sofa. He wrapped a towel around himself and was examining the room when something caught his foot.
“…bastard…”
A syringe was rolling on the floor. Surely this was what they had used to inject something strange into his body. That’s why he couldn’t remember, and while Jang Ihwan was doing that… Taein, who squeezed his eyes shut, gripped the syringe so tightly that veins bulged on the back of his hand. The room was completely quiet now with no sign of where he had gone, but if he showed himself, he planned to stab his eyes with this. He couldn’t see anything right now. He had tried not to show his rock bottom thinking of Eundo, but it was Jang Ihwan who had first shown the underground floor.
There was nothing left to protect, no need to be mindful.
Taein glanced at the bathroom, noticed no one was there, and waited in the middle of the room for someone to enter.
Though it was unnecessarily spacious, the structure was simple so everything was visible at a glance.
The bed area with steps, bathroom, an enormously large TV, sofa… and the door presumed to be the entrance.
He could also see storage cabinets occupying one side of the corridor. The long thing also looked like a wardrobe. Wondering if clothes had been put there, Taein quickly approached that area. When he slid the wooden door to the side, he could see black suits, shirts, and pants hanging. It seemed to be a wardrobe after all. Taein’s hands frantically rummaged through it. Perhaps workers or Gari had put his clothes here.
“…fuck, my clothes… fucking bastard…”
Stealing Jang Ihwan’s clothes would make him look stupid due to their size difference. But what use was that? Taein gave up and grabbed any clothes. The white shirt had a famous luxury brand logo on it. A cheap human wearing something like this… Even while cursing as much as possible while trying to put on the clothes, his anger wasn’t subsiding. Taein, who had been wrapping a large towel around his lower body, roughly tied the knot and immediately forced both his arms into the shirt.
“Fuck, yeah… let’s all die… die together…”
The syringe had fallen to the floor while rummaging for clothes. He had been holding it intending to stab eyes, but even without that, he felt like he could deal a fatal blow to Jang Ihwan. Taein gathered his resolve while buttoning up one by one. Even if his head ended up smashed on the ground, he planned to attack first. Breaking that bastard’s head…
While having murderous thoughts, the door opened.
Taein stopped putting on clothes and clenched his fist. He took position and charged toward the entrance.
But it wasn’t Jang Ihwan who appeared.
“…What.”
It was Yoon Donghwan from Ilsim Capital who spoke while moving his eyes up and down.
Though the man had told him directly that he used many names, since Yoon Donghwan was the first name he knew, it was easier to keep thinking of him that way. Taein pulled his fist behind his body and gradually relaxed his strength. This man wasn’t his target.
“…What are you doing here?”
However, he couldn’t understand why the man had come to this place. It seemed like Jang Ihwan’s house or hotel room, so why had Yoon Donghwan come here? Except for the beginning, Taein had been continuously maintaining a humble attitude toward Yoon Donghwan. Though he was forced to drop formalities when told to speak casually midway, the relationship itself wasn’t comfortable. It couldn’t become a comfortable relationship either. No matter how much they said there were no peers in Juhang, Yoon Donghwan was someone who lent money, and he was someone who needed to receive that money. He had to make a good impression.
“You’re asking when you know. Don’t you know me?”
The face pointing at himself and asking “Don’t you know me?” had a slight smile.
It didn’t seem like mockery. He just looked like he was in a good mood.
“…I know. I’m asking why you came here.”
Taein voiced what he was curious about.
“Why? I came because I live here.”
“You live here?”
When he asked back in disbelief, Yoon Donghwan narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded once.
“…Then I…”
Such words carelessly popped out of Taein’s mouth. If you live here, then why am I. Why am I here?
“Our customer, what.”
“Why am I here?”
“Tsk, you don’t remember anything at all?”
Yoon Donghwan, who gathered air with his mouth, spoke while tilting his head. At those words, Taein’s head spun busily again but still nothing came to mind. His memory only came back as much as he had traced earlier. In front of Taein who kept his mouth tightly shut, Yoon Donghwan drew in another breath with a “tsk.” Then Yoon Donghwan, who took a big step closer, properly narrowed the distance with Taein.
“Nothing?”
When their bodies got this close, Taein’s gaze naturally went upward.
“…Nothing.”
He honestly revealed his hand to the man who was asking suspiciously. The man wasn’t that bad a person. He didn’t think he would suffer harm just for speaking honestly. Though he didn’t know him very well, among the people he had met in Juhang, the man belonged to the better side in terms of character. He didn’t look down on others carelessly, nor did he make dismissive remarks just because someone was an omega. Though he occasionally said strange things that made people bewildered, it didn’t cross the line. Compared to the behavior of the crazy bastards in Dog Alley, he was at a gentleman’s level.
The man just stared intently at Taein, who said there was nothing and raised his head.
Then, as if he had to say something, he pulled back his body and opened his mouth.
“Wow, you can’t remember that. You fucking slept with me.”
“What?”
“Slept. Sex. We fucked.”
That wasn’t what he was asking about. He was subtly grinding his teeth at the man who had deliberately elaborated. Just a few seconds ago he had evaluated the man positively, but if he was going to say such things, the man was no different from the Dog Alley gangsters. Taein responded to the man’s words with his brow deeply furrowed.
“Speak properly.”
“What.”
“If you’re going to talk, do it properly.”
“Oh, scary.”
At those words, Taein, who had grimaced sharply, tensed up his relaxed hands. Though he was still in a position where he had to borrow money from the man, since he was trying to play word games like this, his remaining patience had hit rock bottom.
More than anything, thinking that the man knew what he didn’t know made his insides feel twisted. Was what the man said real? If not, then why was he naked in the man’s hotel room? Taein couldn’t stand the lightly laughing man’s attitude anymore and raised his hand.
Thud, he pushed back one of the man’s shoulders and growled lowly.
“My life, does it look like a joke to you?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
