TTD Ch 42

Kang Il-hyun, who had called the staff, requested tea and watched Ja-kyung eat. Why had he arrived before it was even time to leave work? It was uncomfortable. Il-hyun watched and smiled as Ja-kyung ate more quickly.

“Eat slowly. I wonder if it was not enough after you ate so much yesterday?”

When Ja-kyung locked his gaze on him, Il-hyun smiled and motioned for him to keep eating. He chewed it thoroughly, but the meat felt tough. After Ja-kyung put down the fork and wiped his mouth, Kang Il-hyun crossed his arms on the table and tilted his upper body.

“I have a question.”

“…?”

“Why did you kill Choi Moon-seong?”

Ja-kyung paused at the sudden question about Choi Moon-seong.

“Who is that?”

When he pretended to be innocent, Kang Il-hyun smiled as if he were cute.

“Why did you kill him? Choi Ki-tae’s father.”

“I didn’t kill him.”

“Is it a grudge?”

“Didn’t I say I didn’t kill him?”

“It’s a grudge. So, is there only Choi Ki-tae left?”

Ja-kyung didn’t answer.  He was considering getting rid of Choi Ki-tae at the right time, but he didn’t have to say anything. Others will question why he wanted to get rid of the sons as well when he only need to kill Choi Moon-seong, but if he lets it go, it will become a problem someday. He himself was already a problem.

“How did you kill him? With a gun? Or a knife?”

Il-hyun supported his chin on the table and asked with a really curious face. Ja-kyung kept his mouth shut and remained ignorant.

“ I heard that his face was damaged to the point of being unrecognizable.”

“…”

“You can’t do that to me.”

Then he touched his left chest.

“Shoot here. Here. Don’t shoot me in the wrong place for no reason.”

Are you concerned about the risk of being shot? Just by looking at his face, it looked like he would be smiling even if a cannonball flew his way. Ja-kyung stretched his arm forward and moved his hand slightly to the right. The heart had been assumed to be on the left side, however, it is actually in the center and skewed to the left. So, when aiming at the heart, he had to move it a little more inward to aim properly.

“The heart is here.”

Il-hyun smiled while making eye contact.

“Yes. Be kind too. Then can you tell me where my dick is?”

Ja-kyung’s face immediately turned to disgust. Should he shoot a bullet into his dick instead of his heart? He would spend the rest of his life as a eunuch. Ja-kyung was so excited just imagining it that it brought a smile to his face. He created a business smile and displayed it to him after attempting to hide it.

“Don’t worry. It won’t happen.”

Ja-kyung picked a watermelon for dessert and searched for a place to spit the seeds while eating. Il-hyun, who was sitting next to him, noticed and extended his hand. Spit here. He wanted to spit it in his face, but Ja-kyung spewed it on the ground instead.

“If you spit out there, watermelons will grow.”

“Good for you. Next year, the Director can harvest and eat it. Of course, if you are still alive.”

Il-hyun’s eyes widen as he smiles.

“It’s nice to hear your words because it’s as pretty as your face.”

Ja-kyung ignored him and only ate watermelon. He set the plates and glasses on the tray after removing the foods that had been eaten. He wanted to go to the second floor and relax soon because staying any longer would cause his blood pressure to rise. He took it and got up, but Kang Il-hyun stared at him with his chin resting on his palm.

“Shall I kill him?”

Ja-kyung looked down at him.

“Choi Ki-tae. Shall I kill him?”

His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were cold. Ja-kyung, who was making eye contact, smiled by pulling the corners of his mouth together.

“Then I’d be grateful.”

Ja-kyung bowed, took up the tray, and entered the house. Looking out through the living room window, Kang Il-hyun was still sitting there drinking tea. The tray was handed to the housekeeper as she come out of the kitchen.

“Let the staff do this. Don’t do it yourself.”

“It’s okay. I really enjoyed the meal. I will go up and rest.”

Ja-kyung was about to leave after saying his gratitude when the housekeeper grabbed his arm.

“Yi An. Director bought you a gift.”

When he heard the word “gift,” Ja-kyung frowned. Normally, receiving a gift should make him happy, but he didn’t want to get anything from Kang Il-hyun other than money. He grasped his arm and moved to the front of the sofa as he trembled. There was a box on the sofa. He tied the flowers with a ribbon tied to a beautiful pastel colored wrapping paper.

“Is… that?”

“Yes, go up and open it.”

The housekeeper was overjoyed as if she was the one who had received a gift. Was it so fascinating for Kang Il-hyun to buy someone a gift? Ja-kyung lifted the box with a reluctant expression. It was pretty heavy. About 4-5 kg.

He picked it up and went up to the second floor, where he placed it on the living room table. A fishy smell gushed out when he undid the ribbon and opened the lid. Ja-kyung paused. There’s no way. No way… Ja-kyung’s face hardened after fully opening the lid.

He could see black hair and bloodied eyelashes and the bridge of the nose down below. What was in the box was Choi Ki-tae’s head. The cut skin was clearly cut while he was still alive. Kang Il-hyun was still sitting there when he looked outside. He placed the cover back on and headed out with it.

Across the lawn, he approached Kang Il-hyun and placed a box in front of him.

“What is this?”

“You asked me to kill him.”

“…”

The stare peering up at him briefly startled him.

“Why. Are you sad to see him die?”

He wasn’t sad, but if he claims he is, Il-hyun looks like he was about to slash his throat. Ja-kyung took up the box, intending to burn or bury it.

“Where are you taking it?”

“You said it was a gift. If you gave it to me, I think you can ignore what I’m gonna do about it.”

“Aren’t you going to hug me and cry?”

The sarcastic tone was cold. Why did he kill Choi Ki-tae? Because Choi Moon-seong died, was he considered useless? Or was it because he left a mark on his neck? The second guess was plausible based on what Kang Il-hyun was doing.

Did Choi Ki-tae find out? He would never have imagined that his head would be cut just for flirting. Ja-kyung had no idea why Kang Il-hyun was acting this way. He’s met a number of people who were similar to him.

They treated people as though they were toys, but morbidly disliked being touched by others. However, it did not last long. Ja-kyung had no idea what would happen if Il-hyun lost interest in him. Instead of Choi Ki-tae, his head might be in the box next time.

“I’ll bury it. There’s nothing good about being seen in the public eye.”

Hwii- Il-hyun whistled. Soon after, a dog ran from the back of the house. It was the shepherd who attacked Ja-kyung before. Kang Il-hyun grabbed the box and pulled Choi Ki-tae’s head out and tossed it on the lawn.

Ja-kyung confirmed that Choi Ki-tae’s mouth had been mutilated. The nose and eyes were fine, but the lips had been battered to the point where it was impossible to recognize the shape. Meanwhile, the dog bit the head and returned the way it came. Choi Ki-tae’s head in front of him disappeared in an instant.

“There’s nothing to bury now, right?”

Ja-kyung was at a loss for words when he saw Kang Il-hyun asking with a bright smile.

***

Ja-kyung came out from the shower wearing only one pair of pants and stood in front of the mirror. He put the ointment he’d brought with him on his nipples with his fingertips. He couldn’t stand it because of how much it stung every time his clothes came into contact with it.

He cursed and applied it to the other side, and when he looked in the mirror, he was astonished. It hurts to touch, yet the sensation was strange. Ja-kyung thought that his body had only sensations. It was the only thing that felt good when touched.

However, last night… He suddenly remembered the scene where Kang Il-hyun was stroking and caressing him, and then he shook his head vigorously. He looked down at his swelling nipples with a bitter face and put his shirt back on.

This will be over in seven days. Until then, he didn’t want to get involved with Kang Il-hyun anymore.

He stepped outside, put on the air conditioner, opened the storage box, and pulled out a yoga mat. He laid it out in front of the window and crossed his legs. When the music was played, the sound of water mixed with the sound of a singing ball made his complicated mind more and more relaxed.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, cleansing his thoughts of the events of the last few days. The minuscule vibration sound is communicated to the body’s deep cells, relaxing and alleviating tension.

[Look carefully, who’s dick you’re eating right now.]

He grimaced with his closed eyelids. Last night’s scene with Kang Il-hyun panting behind him like a dog was replayed in his thoughts. Ja-kyung vigorously shook his head. The scenes that sprang to mind, on the other hand, were never easily gone.

He eventually became irritated, opened his eyes, and turned off the music.

“Fuck…”

He got up from his seat and his phone rang.  He checked the phone he had thrown on the sofa, and a number he had never seen before was displayed. There were two cell phones, and the numbers were known by three people: Kang Il-hyun, Kang Seok-joo, and Choi Ki-tae.

Since Choi Ki-tae is dead, there are now two people left. He pressed the answer button and brought it to his ear. Ja-kyung remained silent, as did the other party. Ja-kyung wanted to hang up as the silence was getting longer. Then an unfamiliar voice was heard.

[Yi An?] 

He remained silent, so the other person talked to him again.

[I am Chairman Kang.]

His eyes shook and his hand holding the phone became stronger. Ja-kyung checked that the bedroom door was closed once more and moved inside.

“Yes, hello… Chairman.”

[Are you busy? I’m calling to see if you have time today. I’d like to meet you if you don’t mind.]

Ja-kyung did not respond immediately. Perhaps he noticed. Or maybe Dmitry, this damn bastard, saw him leave and went to Chairman Kang. All kinds of thoughts ran through his mind.

[Is it difficult?]

After some consideration, Ja-kyung responded that he understood. He looked outside after ending the call and noticed dark clouds slowly falling over the blue sky. He tried to shake the ominous feeling that was washing over him and went to Kang Il-hyun to tell him the news.