BIA Ch. 53

He went back into the fitting room and was taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt when suddenly the door burst open and Chester came in.

“What.”

“What do you mean what. Wear this shirt.”

In his hand was a black dress shirt, still in its packaging.

“Haa… I don’t even have the strength to take that out right now. Can you open it and get it out for me?”

Isaiah said, leaning against the wall while unbuttoning his shirt.

“So annoying.”

Chester clicked his tongue and ripped open the packaging, taking out the black shirt. Meanwhile, Isaiah, having finally unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and put on the black dress shirt Chester handed him.

“Why are you leaning against the wall like that, you’ll wrinkle the shirt?”

Chester nagged again. Isaiah, too tired to explain, mumbled in a weary voice.

“I’m tired.”

Chester clicked his tongue, then dragged over a box that was being used as a storage unit and pushed it towards Isaiah’s legs.

“Sit here.”

“It’s okay… I have to get up again later to change my pants. That’ll be even harder.”

Isaiah said, buttoning his shirt.

“I’ll help you up then, just sit down.”

Chester said that and grabbed Isaiah’s shoulders, forcing him to sit down on the box. Isaiah, not even trying to resist, slumped down weakly.

“Chester, you really…”

Chester, seeing Isaiah groan in pain, said with a smirk.

“Should’ve listened to me, then.”

Isaiah, too annoyed to argue, just silently buttoned his shirt.

“Hurry up. We don’t have time.”

“I’m doing it…”

Annoyed by his slow hands, Chester knelt in front of Isaiah and said,

“Move your hands. I’ll do it for you.”

Chester moved Isaiah’s hands and started buttoning the shirt himself. While silently buttoning, Chester suddenly blurted out.

“But why is your face so red?”

…Is this bastard really crazy ?

“I told you I have a fever.”

“No, that’s not what I mean.”

While talking, Chester finished buttoning up to the neck and quietly stood up. And as he said earlier, he grabbed Isaiah’s hand to help him stand. Isaiah, exhausted, took Chester’s hand and went to the hanger. He found the suit with the ‘fit’ design that the goat beard had mentioned, and was taking it off the hanger when Chester suddenly said.

“Black really suits you.”

“What…?”

At the sudden comment, Isaiah looked at Chester with the clothes in his hand.

“No, I mean.”

Chester, as if he had blurted it out without thinking, coughed lightly, looking uncharacteristically embarrassed.

“I didn’t know because you’re always wearing those trashy t-shirts, but you actually look pretty decent when you wear something proper. Wear proper clothes from now on. I’ll buy them for you.”

This bastard… He’s saying what he wear are trashy t-shirts, and only what he wears are proper clothes.

It was a talent, to make a compliment sound so unpleasant. Isaiah sighed and just threw the clothes he was holding onto the hanger. He was taking off his pants, using one hand to lean on the wall, when Chester suddenly called out in a low voice, “Hey.”

“What.”

Isaiah answered without looking at him.

“You really didn’t sleep with that guy, did you?”

“What?”

Isaiah involuntarily looked up at Chester. He thought Chester would at least act embarrassed if their eyes met like before, but it was the opposite. For some reason, Chester glared at him and even snorted roughly as he asked again.

“You really didn’t sleep with Bran?”

“Ah, I told you I didn’t!”

Isaiah, instinctively feeling a sense of crisis, quickly replied.

“Really. I didn’t!”

“I don’t believe you.”

Chester spat those words out and suddenly shoved Isaiah against the wall. Isaiah, who had been using one hand to brace himself against the wall while pulling down his pants, was now trapped between the wall and Chester.

“Chester! What are you doing!”

“Shut up.”

Chester growled fiercely and pulled down Isaiah’s briefs. With no warning, Chester’s fingers forced their way into Isaiah’s ass, causing Isaiah to let out an involuntary shriek.

“What, what is this! What’s wrong with you! Are you gay?”

“What? Would a gay lover be straight?”

Chester retorted as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He seemed to have completely forgotten what he had said to Bran at the apartment just a little while ago.

“No, but you and I…!”

We’re not even really lovers!

He almost shouted it out loud.

Barely managing to swallow the words, Isaiah twisted his body in discomfort, begging,

“Please, please take it out… Chester.”

“You fool. Who would take it out if you say it like that.”

As if to prove his words, Chester’s fingers went in even deeper. A wave of nausea rose from Isaiah’s stomach, making him want to throw up. Swallowing the urge to gag, Isaiah thought. Maybe I’m not even gay. Or maybe I just don’t enjoy penetrative s3x at all.

“Doesn’t seem like you’ve done it before.”

Chester muttered, roughly stirring inside with his fingers.

“I told you, I haven’t…”

If he had, getting treated like this wouldn’t be so unfair. Feeling wronged and resentful, Isaiah slammed his fist against the wall!

“Why don’t you ever believe me…!”

“You’re asking why I don’t believe you?”

You should think about your track record, you slut. Chester shoved another finger in, spewing out curses. Isaiah couldn’t understand why he was cursing in this situation. He was the one who got horny and shoved his fingers in, so why did he want to curse at the other person?

He was filled with a deeper sense of injustice as he remembered the man who had once shot another man in the chest just for saying something dirty to him.

Am I crazy for wanting to see Bran at a time like this? Yeah, I must be crazy.

Isaiah suddenly felt annoyed by this whole situation.

If he just let it happen like an idiot—especially to Chester—he’d be even more annoyed. So, mustering all his strength, he elbowed Chester in the chest.

“Guh!”

The blow must have been pretty effective, because Chester didn’t even try to hold on and immediately fell back. Isaiah didn’t miss the chance and pushed Chester against the opposite wall, angrily yelling.

“Get a grip, Chester! Do you even know we’re on our way to your aunt’s funeral right now? Your aunt and God are watching!”

He told him to keep up this crazy act if he wanted to be punished by heaven. Only then did Chester seem to come to his senses, nodding with a pretense of politeness.

“Yeah, well… it’s my aunt’s funeral after all.”

Chester pretended to fix his disheveled tie, repeatedly patting the spot on his chest where Isaiah had hit him.

“We can do the rest after the funeral.”

Chester straightened his collar and left the fitting room. Isaiah, who still had his pants caught around his ankles, finally pulled them off and threw them on the floor. He didn’t care if the clothes got wrinkled. And what if they did? Then Chester would just have to buy them, right?

Thinking that, he decided it would be even better to completely ruin the clothes, so the goat beard couldn’t say they were okay as a matter of courtesy. Isaiah knocked the clothing rack over. The loud crash made the goat beard outside shout in surprise.

“Isaiah, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Ah, no. It’s nothing. I’m fine!”

Isaiah shouted towards the door. Then, he started stomping on the clothes that were scattered on the floor.

“You definitely have something wrong with your brain.”

“Who doesn’t?”

I have amnesia, remember? Isaiah scoffed, resting his elbow on the windowsill.

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

Chester said, trying to suppress his anger. But in the end, unable to control the heat rising inside him, he violently rolled down the car window and shouted.

“Why did you stomp all over the clothes? No, before that, why did you knock over the rack?”

“I told you, I did it because I was dizzy. I was already feeling dizzy from a cold, and you doing that made me overheat and almost pass out.”

Isaiah repeated the same thing he had said countless times since leaving the fitting room.

Chester paid a total of $28,000 for the clothes today. Honestly, if it were any other place, he would have argued that he shouldn’t have to pay for them. But because he had been acting like a polite customer the whole time, he pulled out his card without a word. Instead, as soon as he got in the car, he started cursing at Isaiah.

Isaiah didn’t hate it. In fact, he felt good. Maybe it was because he had relieved his stress by stomping on the expensive clothes, but his body felt lighter, and he felt better than when he had just left the apartment.

Whether Chester was ranting next to him or not, Isaiah closed his eyes and savored the cool autumn breeze. Before he knew it, the car had arrived at the church.