KTS Ch 12
by soapaSa Gongjun looked at his wristwatch. They went out for a walk right after eating in Yeonhui-dong, so at least three hours had passed.
“Did he go outside the Yeonhui-dong villa?”
— That is not the case. We checked all the CCTVs that lead to the outside, including the garage and the entrance, but we did not see him leaving.
“Are you sure you checked properly?”
— We checked too, but he was not there….
Unlike Mr. Kim, his words trailed off unclearly.
Sa Gongjun looked at the window next to the stairs. It was a night where snowflakes, reflected in the yellow streetlights, were scattering about frantically. He thought it would be fine if he just kept him locked up in the house. Suddenly, his mood soured violently.
— Should we find him and bring him back.
“We parted in the greenhouse. From that place….”
Sa Gongjun, who had been speaking urgently, took a long, deep breath.
“Never mind. I’ll be leaving from Ikseon-dong now, so just leave him be.”
— Yes.
Sa Gongjun’s pace quickened. Sa Jaeyeon, who was walking alongside him, practically ran to link arms with him.
“Oppa, you know. Yesterday at the filming set….”
“Jaeyeon-ah, next time.”
Sa Gongjun’s strides were wide as he returned to the car.
Sa Jaewoong approached from behind Sa Jaeyeon, who was staring blankly at the sight. With both hands in his trouser pockets, he tilted his head all the way back and glared at Sa Gongjun.
“That rude bastard, he does not say a single word. I hope he just drops dead on his way.”
“Little oppa.”
“What.”
“Have you ever been to big oppa’s house?”
“Why would I go to that unlucky place. I shudder just hearing the words Yeonhui-dong.”
“Right. That is true, but.”
“Stop talking nonsense and get in.”
Sa Jaewoong, flapping the collar of his coat, got into the car. Yoon Yeon-su, who was in the back seat, rolled down the window and said her goodbyes.
“Young Miss, we will be going first.”
“Yes, unnie. Go safely.”
Sa Jaeyeon put on a public-facing smile and waved her hand.
It seemed she had gotten overly immersed in the drama filming. Maybe this drama would be a huge hit. With such thoughts, she headed to her Seocho-dong officetel.
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The snow-covered backyard is pure white.
The footprints from walking in side-by-side, and the footprints from turning back alone, were all covered in snow, to the point that one might think no one had ever come or gone from this place.
Is he foolishly still sprinkling more fish food, or is he slumped down on the spot. If not that, then perhaps….
Sa Gongjun’s steps toward the greenhouse grew faster and faster. The peeing boy statue that Woojung had glanced at was now buried in the snowfall, to the point its shape could not even be recognized.
He threw the door open as soon as he arrived. The inside was completely empty.
Where the hell is Cheon Woojung holed up. He felt like he would only be satisfied if he found him and stripped him naked.
Sa Gongjun surveyed the interior of the greenhouse. Everything was just as he had decorated it, with only one thing out of place. The back door of the greenhouse. The snow that had blown in front of it had melted, leaving the floor damp.
The plants near the back door must have surely frozen.
Force was put into the fingertips pushing the door open.
Far in the distance, under the circular gazebo, he found Woojung crouched on a white iron chair. He was sitting with his feet on the chair, knees wrapped in his arms, looking up at the sky.
His stomach turned at the sight of him sitting there with such a stupid-looking face. A handful of snow had piled up on Woojung’s shoulders and head, showing just how long he had been sitting there.
Is that thing frozen too.
Sa Gongjun, who had drawn near, grabbed Woojung’s head and tilted it back. The snowflakes that had settled on his long eyelashes melted and vanished in an instant.
“Mr. Cheon Woojung.”
Woojung saw a person in a neat black suit and a coat.
“…Oh.”
For a moment, he almost mistook him for someone else due to the change of clothes from a few hours ago. Come to think of it, Sa Gongjun always wore a suit when he went out. Woojung thought his attire suited the title of Executive Director well.
“You are back.”
Sa Gongjun’s gaze dropped. Woojung’s nose tip had turned red. So had his cheeks. He asked back in a monotone voice.
“You are back?”
“……”
“Get up.”
“…Pardon?”
“I said, get up.”
His leather shoe kicked the leg of the iron chair.
Woojung took his feet off the chair and stood up awkwardly. A firm tone that felt intimidating. If one could feel color in a voice, it would surely be of a cold hue.
“Why are you still here.”
“Oh, that is….”
The atmosphere was not like this when they parted in the same place just a few hours ago. It felt as if they had gone back to the moment he first met Sa Gongjun.
“I told you to stay inside.”
Woojung looked at the floor.
He had meant to. It was just that he was so happy to be outside after a long time, and he ended up staying there. He did not know this was something to be scolded for like this.
The moment Sa Gongjun reached out to grab Woojung’s hair and pull it up, Woojung stepped back, avoiding his touch. Sa Gongjun’s head tilted askew as he looked at Woojung.
“……”
Either slushy, or frozen solid. To Woojung, winter was either a grayish mound of snow rotting away over several days under a telephone pole, or an icy road polished smooth by the trampling of countless people.
However, the winter in Yeonhui-dong was different. Watching the snowflakes sparkling in the streetlights descend upon the garden, he even felt the illusion of waiting for a painting to be completed.
Had there ever been a day when a snowy winter felt this beautiful? Woojung was captivated by the enchanting sight and could not move a muscle. Not until Sa Gongjun shook him awake.
“It was so pretty, I just meant to look for a moment, and it turned into this.”
“Is this a moment?”
Woojung mumbled his answer and lowered his gaze. Sa Gongjun, who had been a step away, strode toward Woojung.
He could see snowflakes beginning to settle on the leather shoes. It was only when the flawless tips of the shoes became wet and stained that he realized. This must be a person who has never even walked properly on a snowy path. There was no way Sa Gongjun could understand his words, no matter what he explained.
Woojung, who was watching Sa Gongjun’s expression, moved his lips.
“Has a lot of time passed?”
“Do you not even know how many hours you have been here?”
It could only have been a few hours at most.
“It is enough time for Mr. Cheon Woojung to have dug a doggy door with his own hands and run away.”
The words doggy door and run away coming together made him feel strange.
Perhaps because his head had gone strange in the cold weather, the emotions he had tried to suppress suddenly burst out. Woojung gripped the hem of his down jacket tightly and asked him back.
“…Executive Director.”
“What is it.”
“Do you know how many days it has been since I came to your house, Executive Director?”
“Let me see. Has it been about two days?”
A breath burst from Woojung’s mouth. He felt even more wronged because Sa Gongjun’s expression, as he said it so nonchalantly, looked serious.
“It has been a week.”
Hmm, already? his voice even sounded sly.
“It has been a whole week since you brought me here, Executive Director. During that time, my phone has been off, and without being able to do anything….”
“How unfair. Did I tie Mr. Cheon Woojung up or something?”
“That is not it, but. You act scary whenever I even bring up the outside. You are like that now, too. Not letting me go outside the house, not letting me go for a walk, and when you come back in the evening, you just keep… keep doing only that….”
You did, the end of his sentence trembled faintly with resentment.
“So.”
Should I say it or not. Woojung’s mutterings mixed with the sound of his feet treading on the snow.
“…I feel like I am trapped. Inside your house, Executive Director. So I feel strange.”
“Are you done?”
How hard it was to get those words out. It was better to ask difficult questions all at once. Woojung’s eyes widened as he looked up at Sa Gongjun and urgently continued.
“Ah, and also….”
“Mr. Cheon Woojung seems to have a lot to say. Let us do the rest inside. The weather is cold, too.”
Sa Gongjun snatched Woojung’s arm. He walked at his own pace, ignoring Woojung who was following with hurried steps.
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The shoes were left deserted at the entrance.
Sa Gongjun’s neatly placed leather shoes and Woojung’s haphazardly placed sneakers were both equally soaked and damp from the snow.
He was dragged frantically up to the second floor.
Sa Gongjun only let go after standing Woojung up in the bathroom attached to his room. Lifting his head and looking down only with his eyes, he neurotically threw off his coat and loosened his tie.
Sa Gongjun walked toward the stiffly frozen Woojung. Woojung stepped back as much as he approached.
“I will talk about what happened earlier first.”
His faltering steps reached a point and stopped. It was because Woojung’s calves had touched the bathtub.
“What is this, it is not like I am serving a master or something.”
Sa Gongjun lightly pushed Woojung’s shoulder. Losing his balance, Woojung fell backward into the empty bathtub. Tilting his body to the side, Woojung held and rubbed his backside, letting out a pained sound.
A large hand tried to rummage through Woojung’s collar. Without realizing it, Woojung slapped away Sa Gongjun’s hand that was lunging at him, making a loud sound. The sound of the solid hit filled the bathroom.
“Please tell me how long I have to stay.”
“What are you going to do when you get out?”
He evades the conversation with a clever question. Swallowing dryly, Woojung opened his mouth again in a calm voice.
“If I stay here, it will bother you too, Executive Director. I will come and go well so that you do not feel any inconvenience….”
“Did I ask something difficult? I asked what you are going to do when you get out.”
“…Charge my phone, pay back the money I borrowed….”
His eyes, which had been as tranquil as the deep night sea, looked particularly rough and fierce. The same was true for Sa Gongjun’s hands as they stripped off his clothes.
“Alright. If you have things to do, you should go.”
Sa Gongjun looked down at Woojung. After throwing off his bottoms, he mounted Woojung’s waist as he lay sprawled in the tub. He undid a few buttons on his own shirt. The clothes that had been tightly constricting his body burst open as soon as the buttons were undone.
“But, Mr. Cheon Woojung. Can you handle it?”
Woojung, facing the body he could not get used to no matter how many times he saw it, averted his gaze.
Sa Gongjun slowly extended his hand. Woojung’s gaze followed his fingertips. If his hand is rough, he can just slap it away again. Thinking so, he glared up.
The hand he thought would fly toward him went to the faucet over his shoulder.
Swaaa—. Water poured out like a waterfall.
As Woojung placed his palms on the bottom of the tub and pushed his body up, his back touched the slanted side of the bathtub.
“It seems you have forgotten all about what happened before, after sleeping with me for a few days.”
Sa Gongjun put a hand under Woojung’s waist and pulled his body. Woojung slid along the bottom of the tub.
He did not feel anything strange until his back and head touched the bottom of the bathtub. These days, Sa Gongjun enjoyed positions where he had Woojung lying flat on his back.
It was when the warm water started to tickle the back of his head that Woojung felt a sense of urgency.
“…Executive Director.”
Sa Gongjun sat on Woojung’s waist and pressed down gently on his shoulders.
“I am listening.”
“This, please.”
Woojung gripped the edge of the tub. The back of his head, his back, and his bottom were all wet. Every time he tried to get up, a water-soaked hand kept pushing him down.
The water kept rising. It tickled his chest, filled his collarbones, and now the water, full up to his neck, lapped at his cheeks. Woojung blinked his eyes and let out a sound like, ah.
The sound of the water pouring from behind Sa Gongjun’s back became frightening.
The bathtub he had used without a second thought since coming here became scary.
Woojung struggled. It was a water level that would not even reach the middle of his calves if he stood up straight. He had never even imagined he would find it scary.
Woojung frantically grabbed Sa Gongjun’s collar. Every time he threw his head back and took a deep breath, his chest swelled as if it would burst.
In an instant, the water rose to the corners of his eyes. His heart felt like it would explode at the waves tickling his cheeks. I am going to be submerged soon. The moment Woojung took a final, deep breath, his body was yanked upwards.
“Hahk, heok….”
His plump lips parted, and he desperately gasped for air. Water dripping from his hair soaked his face. Unable to even open his eyes, Woojung gripped Sa Gongjun’s arms tightly.
What was I talking about.
His body kept trembling even though he was in warm water. He had been blinded by the comfortable house and the three square meals a day, and had momentarily forgotten. What kind of person this was.
The water rose to his chest, sloshing. If he was laid down again, he really might not be able to open his eyes ever again.
Sa Gongjun moved closer to Woojung. The water droplets that had formed on his wet face trickled down. Wiping away the moisture collected on the finely trembling lips, he sucked on the finger that the water had transferred to.
“Nothing to say?”
“No, no.”
“But your eyes looked like you definitely had something to say.”
Woojung blinked and shook his head. The hand that had been parting his lips entered his mouth. It gripped his tongue as if to pull it out, then repeatedly moved in and out as if fucking him.
“I don, I do not think so. I think that is it.”
Looking at the trembling eyelashes, Sa Gongjun placed his finger near his eye.
“Ah, ack!”
Woojung thrashed about as if he would faint. It was because it was hard to tell whether the hand that had just been stirring his mouth was trying to wipe the moisture from his eyes, or to dig them out.
Sa Gongjun rubbed his tightly shut eyelids languidly before gripping his slender neck. His hand moved as if gliding. He stroked Woojung’s wet cheeks, tidied his hair, and murmured as if whispering.
“I thought it would be fine if I kept you in the house, but that is not it either.”
Woojung’s head fell back. A large hand supported the back of his head. Sa Gongjun used his fingers to tickle the nape of his neck. It was damp with water, but the feeling of it in his hand was still good.
“It bothers me strangely, so I think about getting rid of you… but then again, Mr. Cheon Woojung and I are a good match in bed, so I also want to keep you around and see. It is difficult to decide.”
His fingers traced the soft skin behind his ear. The trembling body was felt clearly through his palm.
Woojung’s body, mistaking the signal, released pheromones. It was utterly ridiculous how they trickled out as if he were trying to be discreet.
He casually placed Woojung’s legs on either side of the bathtub and said.
“Alright, I will let you suck on the cock Mr. Cheon Woojung likes, so for now, let us just fuck and think about it slowly.”
His knees, exposed to the cold air, were tinged red. He slowly stroked the trembling knees as Woojung lay stretched out in the tub. Every time he groped the smooth skin, Sa Gongjun had to feel the illusion of pheromones surging backward.
Sa Gongjun covered Woojung with his body, pressing him down, and thought. Yes, if I have a body like this in my hands, it is only natural to want to chew it up every day.
Sa Gongjun buried his face in Woojung’s knees and took a rough breath. A pleasant scent arose whenever he rubbed his nose against the smooth skin. Would doing drugs feel like this. He bared his teeth and frantically gnawed at the skin.
Then he watched Cheon Woojung as he flopped about, submerged in the water. His pale, transparent skin, and his nipples, which held a light color to match, were clearly exposed. He lowered his gaze along the sleek line of his waist. He saw a light-colored penis swaying under the rippling water. Sa Gongjun’s pupils, taking that in, flashed for a moment. Sa Gongjun lowered the hand that was gripping the knee. Then he squeezed the thigh flesh firmly.
“Ha, heub….”
Woojung, sprawled backward, let out a ragged breath. Goosebumps rose wherever Sa Gongjun’s gaze landed. To the point where his still body would flinch and jump. He was trying to catch his breath, deliberately ignoring the heat that had risen to his head.
“…Ah!”
Woojung quickly flinched. It was because a hand approaching between his legs had snatched his penis. Sa Gongjun caressed Woojung’s glans with his thumb and stimulated the urethra with his fingertip. He took in the sight of Woojung arching his waist out of the water every time he did so.
“Do not just move your waist, touch your chest too.”
As if possessed, Woojung bent his arm. He placed his finger on the nipple that Sa Gongjun had chewed on yesterday. The rippling water tickled the area around his arm and chest.
Sa Gongjun circled the tip of Woojung’s glans. Woojung, in his hazy consciousness, unknowingly followed Sa Gongjun’s movements. When he rubbed the flaccid spot with his fingertip, his back began to tingle.
Woojung, with his head resting on the edge of the tub, looked at the ceiling and let out a wet breath.
“Hht.”
He put strength into his index finger. When he rubbed it just as Sa Gongjun had done, a tingling sensation traveled from his chest down to his stomach. His legs, which were resting on the edge of the tub, trembled. Woojung smothered the sound and took a deep breath.
He was spreading his legs, thrusting his hips, and rubbing his chest. It should feel humiliating.
The corners of his eyes flushed red. He could not deny that he was panting so much that his toes clenched tightly every time he writhed his waist under the water’s surface. His toes spread out and curled in of their own accord. His body did the same.
Sa Gongjun, who had been watching quietly, grabbed Woojung’s buttocks and forcefully spread them. He brought his finger to the entrance. He could clearly feel the inner walls throbbing and the hole twitching on its own.
“This one is absolutely loving it.”
“Ah… Heut.”
“This is not for your pleasure right now.”
Sa Gongjun rubbed his firmly erect cock against Woojung’s floating waist. At the same time, he grabbed and squeezed Woojung’s cock, which had surfaced above the water, and a scream that filled the bathroom rang out.
“Eu, heung…. Ht.”
“Be still.”
Sa Gongjun stared intently at Woojung, who was flushed with sexual pleasure. A terrified Woojung nodded his head. Then he placed his arms on the edge of the tub and leaned his body against the cold marble. In the quieted bathroom, only the sound of water sloshing could be heard.
Sa Gongjun held his head stiffly and thrust in his nodding penis.
Ever since bringing Woojung to the house, there was no need to go through the trouble of releasing pheromones to soothe his body, no need to endure the effort of stretching his rear, and no need to press him to open up inside. All he had to do was thrust into the omega who had been pickled in his pheromones and well-honed.
“Ah, heuu… heup.”
Woojung thrust his hips upward. His penis, now out of the water, was flushed red, and his testicles were swollen into round shapes. Sa Gongjun, who had been randomly grabbing and rubbing both the shaft and testicles, squeezed Woojung’s rear tightly and shook it as if to make it burst.
“Ah, ack!”
Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung’s knees, which were soaring toward the sky, and pressed them down into the tub. He thrust his hips up with a smack, chasing Woojung’s waist as it tried to escape above the water.
“Heuk….”
Water splashed in all directions. He was shaken violently. It was a merciless thrusting motion, enough to make the water droplets on his head fall and the water in the tub overflow.
Even if he was melting in pheromones, it was still overwhelming as he was not used to being spread open and entered from behind. The sex, which only focused on grabbing and spreading his hole, made all the previous encounters, which he thought were just skin-on-skin, feel gentle in comparison.
“Haeu, heuk.”
“…Haa.”
“Heu, eu-eung… Ht!”
The strength left Woojung’s arms, which had been holding onto the tub for support. Woojung slid down and sank into the water. Bubbles rose up, and beyond them, his soft hair swayed with the current.
Sa Gongjun reached out. He moved his hips, feeling the hair that seemed like it would melt and disappear at any moment with his fingertips. After appreciating the sight for a moment, he lifted Woojung out of the water and slammed him down onto his own lap.
“Puheup, keok.”
“What are you doing by yourself.”
Woojung placed his hands on Sa Gongjun’s shoulders and gasped for breath frantically.
Their wet chests pressed together. Only after seeing Woojung draped over his shoulders did Sa Gongjun slowly stroke Woojung’s waist with a gentle hand. His tense thighs and buttocks trembled. He grabbed and kneaded both of Woojung’s buttocks and bit the white nape of his neck. Looking at the shoulder line connected to his protruding collarbone, he impulsively sank his teeth in. He bit and tore, leaving marks, and his eyes scanned the buttocks faintly visible below the water’s surface.
“Cough….”
Every time he coughed, his insides tightened as if they would burst.
“Wrap your arms around my neck.”
“Heuu… euk.”
Woojung rubbed his forehead against Sa Gongjun’s shoulder, panting for breath.
“You have to wrap your legs, too.”
He did as he was told. He clung on frantically, feeling as if his grip would loosen at any moment due to lack of strength.
Sa Gongjun slipped his hands under the back of Woojung’s knees. He placed Woojung on top of his lap and lifted him up and down, pushed him forward and backward. The water that overflowed from the tub streamed down to the floor.
“Try moving.”
“The wa, water… keeps.”
“If you cannot do it, should we do it lying down?”
Woojung shook his head. He reached out, hugged Sa Gongjun’s shoulders, and put strength into the soles of his feet. Every time he moved his hips, a lewd, slapping sound struck his ears.
Sa Gongjun, who had been moving vigorously from below, lifted Woojung up. It was a rough touch, enough to be called yanking him out. He put Woojung’s nipple in his mouth. He gathered the flesh with his hands, licked it with his tongue flat, then bit it with his teeth.
“…Ah, heuu, heup.”
Sa Gongjun slapped Woojung’s wet buttocks and thrust his fingers into his rear. After shoving his fingers into the spread-open hole, he put his arm between Woojung’s legs and lifted him up in a bundle.
Woojung hastily wrapped his arms around Sa Gongjun’s shoulders. He also wrapped his legs around his waist. Without any time to ask anything, a cock entered and exited the slightly parted hole.
“Ah, ah-eut….”
The hot pillar of flesh that pushed in reached the deepest point and was then pulled out in one go. His body and head shook from the intense sensation that left him no time to collect himself.
Pheromones seeped into the spread-open hole, and Sa Gongjun lifted Woojung up and let him go. Woojung, suspended in the air, clung to him with his whole body.
“Ah, heut! Heuu….”
With a splashing sound, Sa Gongjun moved outside the bathtub. Woojung’s legs, spread on either side of his body, dangled. His rear was being penetrated as if it would rip, but a ticklish sensation washed over him more strongly than the thought of danger.
“Mr. Cheon Woojung, look here.”
There was a mirror. Next to Sa Gongjun’s back, which had a perfectly sculpted proportion, he could see his own knees and calves sticking out, and his arms clinging to his body.
“I am telling you to look closely at the face you are making while I fuck you.”
His vision blurred as he was shaken. Sa Gongjun, who had slammed into Woojung with a thud, grabbed Woojung’s waist and turned him around. Heut, heuk. His vision flashed as the testicles caught between their bodies were crushed.
Woojung curled his body. When he avoided looking at the mirror, Sa Gongjun placed Woojung down in front of the mirror and pierced him from behind. A rough hand grabbed and lifted both sides of Woojung’s waist.
“Look.”
I feel like I am going to fall forward. Woojung reached his arms back and grabbed Sa Gongjun’s neck. His legs, which had been flailing, also wrapped around him to hang on. The only thing to hold onto in midair was this alpha in front of him.
“Euk, E… Executive Director.”
Sa Gongjun gripped both of Woojung’s sides firmly. It was so fierce that the tips of his fingers turned white.
“I… I cannot breathe.”
“Huu, I told you to look.”
Woojung looked at the mirror with bloodshot eyes. His erect penis was slapping against his lower abdomen.
What was more miserable than the marks left all over his body and Sa Gongjun’s painful grip was the sight of himself, swaying his hips in time with Sa Gongjun’s threatening thrusts.
“Ah, heut, eung….”
“Haa….”
His rear moved on its own. The inner walls, which had been tightly biting the cock, trembled. Woojung came in front of the mirror, his thighs trembling violently.
Woojung closed his eyes. In the climax that enveloped his body, he trembled and then went limp. Sa Gongjun continued to fuck even while holding the limp Woojung.
“Ah, ah! Haa, ht.”
He could not escape even if he wanted to. Goosebumps rose at his touch as he unhesitatingly opened up his body, which had become sensitive after ejaculation. Woojung, who had been scratching Sa Gongjun’s neck, shook his head.
“Executive Director, stop….”
Sa Gongjun laid Woojung face down on the marble sink. After twisting his waist, he rammed into his buttocks again. Woojung writhed his body at the movement that churned freely as if pounding him down.
“Heu, heuk.”
Sa Gongjun pulled Woojung’s body up. A hand that coiled around him from behind like a snake twisted his red, swollen nipple. He thrust freely, enough to make his buttocks tremble on their own even if left alone.
It was hard to endure. Woojung collapsed, his body stretching out on the cold marble. He, whose waist was being bitten, placed his cock between Woojung’s buttocks and shot his semen. He messily rubbed the semen that was drawn along the spine.
His body was clearly all wet, yet it felt as if he could feel his fine body hair. Sa Gongjun grabbed the spread and trembling thighs right below him and placed them next to his own waist. He bent his waist, pressed his chest against Woojung’s back without a gap, and brought his cheek against Woojung’s face.
If I crush him in my hand, will this ticklish feeling disappear.
It was not enough.
Sa Gongjun aligned his hips over the wet hole and rocked, then pierced his body again.
As soon as he heard Woojung sobbing, Sa Gongjun’s cock stiffened and raised its head again. Ah, he rather liked that the scent of his own semen was starting to linger on this omega.
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Woojung woke up to the feeling of bustling activity around him.
For some reason, several people were coming and going inside the room. Was I wearing clothes, or was I naked. When he fumbled around, he felt a blanket covering his body, which was lying face down on the bed. He was relieved. Woojung, who had briefly opened his eyes, fell asleep as if fainting.
When he opened his eyes, the day had completely brightened. There was no one in the room. Sa Gongjun was not there either. He looked out the window. His eyes stung from the sunlight he had not seen in a long time. Woojung turned on his side and curled his body into a ball.
How many mornings has it been since that day. Had one night passed, or maybe two. Woojung’s focus was blurry as he tried to recall the time.
I do not know. He was in the middle of sex when he opened his eyes, and he was in the middle of sex when he closed them. Woojung, exhausted from the continuous lovemaking, had to watch as the window was covered with blinds and blackout curtains the moment he turned his head to gaze outside.
He covered his eyes with the back of his hand, pressing and releasing. A mosaic-like pattern flickered before his eyes. How many days had passed? In order to get even a small hint, he blinked and rolled his eyes, surveying the room.
There was a new object between the window and the fireplace. The size was just like the Christmas tree he had seen on the cruise….
The sound of footsteps came from a distance. A heavy, solid gait. He felt like he knew who it was just from the sound.
Woojung pretended to be asleep and closed his eyes. He also kept his mouth firmly shut. It was to calm, even a little, the sound of his breathing that rose and fell on its own. It was a person who would spread his legs and enter as he pleased anyway, but if he could postpone it, he wanted to postpone it for even a minute, even a second.
“……”
“……”
Sa Gongjun, who had approached his side, stood still for a long time, just looking down at Woojung. The sunlight pouring down beyond his closed eyelids was so harsh that his eyelids trembled.
“I know you are not sleeping.”
When you reach that age, that position, do you become able to see through everyone else’s state? Woojung had no choice but to cover his forehead with his hand and open his eyes.
“I just woke up. Really….”
Today it was a dark navy suit. He seemed to prefer ties without patterns, and he did not wear a vest. He remembered him wearing a jacket directly over his shirt a few days ago, and his attire today was the same as then.
Well, if he wore one more layer on that body, the seams might really burst, he thought, then his eyes shot open. The fact that Sa Gongjun was wearing a suit meant he had outside business, and that meant Woojung could rest.
“If you are going to fool someone, you have to do it properly. Mr. Cheon Woojung’s lower lip parts like this when he sleeps.”
Sa Gongjun’s thumb lightly parted Woojung’s lips and then moved away.
“Take it.”
Something fell onto the spot next to Woojung. A rectangular box with a matte white coating. In the middle of it, the logo of a mobile phone manufacturing company was clear. As Woojung just stared blankly at the box, Sa Gongjun furrowed his brow and spoke.
“I bought it because you kept singing the song of mobile phone, mobile phone, so why the long face again.”
“…Are you giving this to me?”
“Among all the people I know, the only primitive person without a proper mobile phone is Mr. Cheon Woojung.”
He was not used to receiving things. Especially an expensive item like this. This mobile phone that Sa Gongjun tossed so casually was one of the most recently released premium models. For the usual Woojung, it was a product he would not have even glanced at, no matter how much money he earned from part-time jobs.
“Use it or throw it away, do as you please. How you handle it is Mr. Cheon Woojung’s choice, but make sure your phone does not die at the cruise. I hate people who cannot be contacted. If you do not like it, at least send a period.”
Cruise?
Woojung sat up in bed and looked at Sa Gongjun.
“Can I go to work?”
“Have I ever told you not to?”
“That is not it, but….”
Sa Gongjun’s expression was nonchalant. Right now, he did not look like someone who was about to get angry, nor someone who was about to pin Woojung down. …Still, you never know. Woojung, watching his expression, slowly scooted his butt backward.
“If not that, then what. Did you get tired of working hard because you are making easy money?”
“No!”
Woojung shook his head in alarm. And I do not think it is easy money, he said. A short laugh escaped from Sa Gongjun. He swallowed the words, I feel like I am earning money with my life on the line.
“Mr. Cheon Woojung.”
Sa Gongjun called Woojung. As he came closer and looked down at him in silence, the faint trace of a smile that had been there was gone.
“Then it seems all the reasons for Mr. Cheon Woojung to leave the Yeonhui-dong villa have been sorted out. Is that right?”
“…Pardon?”
“You got a new phone, and you received money to pay off your debt.”
“But.”
“Is there anything else you need?”
Sa Gongjun still had an annoyed expression, but compared to when he was pinning Woojung down in the bathtub, his tone had softened a notch. He even seemed like he would actually bring whatever was asked for.
“No, rather than that….”
Woojung briefly contemplated how to organize and explain his current thoughts. It is natural to go back to my own home. If he brought that up now, he felt Sa Gongjun would lunge at him while asking if he needed the Yeonhui-dong villa.
“If you are thinking of stirring up my mood, which has just barely gotten better, it would be best to put that thought away. Depending on Mr. Cheon Woojung’s reaction, the future could change greatly.”
In the end, Woojung chose to close his eyes, avoiding Sa Gongjun’s gaze.
“Do not let me worry about this kind of thing ever again.”
“…Yes.”
“It is not the right time to assign my secretary and driver to you, so I have asked Mr. Kim. It is cold, so take a car to Incheon Port.”
Did I hear that correctly? Woojung opened his eyes. The person who was looking at him with eyes as if he would kill him at any moment was now saying he would give him a car because it is cold. While he was wondering what kind of reaction would be good, Sa Gongjun disappeared out of the bedroom. It meant that he was to do so regardless of Woojung’s opinion.
Woojung got up from his spot. He went into the bathroom and was about to adjust the shower temperature, but then came back to the bedroom.
He fidgeted with the mobile phone box on the bed. If he just endured a little, he could buy a charging cable at the cruise and use his old phone. But with a new phone right in front of him, it became difficult to endure those few hours.
He picked up the new mobile phone. He plugged in the charging cable and connected it to the outlet next to the bed. Just like the day Sa Gongjun gave him the card, he thought it would be okay this time too, since he gave it to him to use. And indeed, Sa Gongjun had never once asked Woojung about the money or things he had given him, how he had used them, where he had used them, or told him to return them.
Do people become generous in giving to others when they have a lot of money? Woojung, retracing his memories, shook his head. All he could think of were people who had a lot of money and a lot of greed.
He had no backbone and no pride. He did not have the confidence to refuse what was given, but he should at least not ask for it first. For now, this seemed like the best method.
After showering in the bathroom, he headed to the dress room. Among the piles of neatly hung suits, Woojung’s clothes were also hanging on the outside. He looked for the clothes Woojung had been wearing when he arrived, but for some reason, they were not there.
He had no choice but to wear new clothes again. A casual outfit with a black coat. The coat had a sheen that was reminiscent of the outerwear Sa Gongjun used to wear. He stroked it with his hand. It is soft. It felt a bit like an excessive outfit to go to work in.
Woojung, who was leaving the bedroom with sluggish steps, said, “Oh, right,” and grabbed the mobile phone. He put the old phone in his left pocket and the new phone in his right pocket. I am not leaving anything behind, am I, Woojung thought as he looked around the room, then he froze on the spot.
The empty space next to the fireplace. The place where Woojung, who had been trapped in the bedroom, used to sit and pass the time.
In that spot, there was a huge object covered with a white cloth. It looked to be over 2 meters tall, and its circumference seemed so enormous that even four adult men holding hands would have difficulty encircling it.
What is its identity.
Curiosity arose. Woojung, who had approached it, lifted the end of the cloth that was dragging on the floor. Densely packed, long bars were embedded in a circular panel.
What… is this?
Lifting his arm higher to check the covered object, Woojung stepped backward. In front of him was a birdcage large enough for a person to enter and lie down in.
It was when he was wiping his sweaty hands on his thighs. He jumped at the sudden sound of a knock.
Knock knock—.
“Mr. Woojung, this is Kim Woojin. You must leave now to arrive on time. Please let me know if there is anything I can help you with.”
“Ah, no. I am almost done.”
“Then I will start the car outside the first floor and wait.”
“Yes.”
The sound of his reply disappeared into the air like a monologue.
As he came down the stairs and out the front door, Mr. Kim, who was waiting right in front, opened the back seat door for him.
Woojung, getting in, wrapped his hands around his knees. He would go to work in a car driven by Sa Gongjun’s employee, and he would arrive at Sa Gongjun’s cruise. It had been a long time since his body, which had been pinned under Sa Gongjun, had escaped, but his chest felt tight, as if he were still being pressed down by him.
He turned his head and looked out the window. The endless wall of the villa came into view. It felt like he was spinning in place in a cycle he could not escape. He had only agreed to Sa Gongjun’s conditions to earn money, but it seemed something had gone terribly wrong.
No. It was not just wrong, it should be seen that the order of things had been completely reversed. Now, receiving money in exchange for having sex with Sa Gongjun came first, and when his body was so exhausted he was on the verge of collapsing, it felt like he was escaping to the cruise.
A clump of snow fell from a tree branch outside the wall. Watching the mushy snowball stick to the window and slowly slide down, he thought.
Sa Gongjun, for his personality, tends to become relatively gentle after having sex with him. One could tell just by looking at the current situation where he was obediently sending him to the cruise. —Of course, there was no place to escape to in the middle of the vast blue sea, but from Woojung’s perspective, it was true that he thought, this is something.
He did not want to be afraid of being submerged in the bathtub again, nor did he want to have strange thoughts while looking at the birdcage. Before the situation spiraled into more despair, he had to make good use of the invisible fence that Sa Gongjun had allowed. Because once he was trapped in a real prison, neither escape nor breakout would be of any use.