OMS 18

Kim Yoon-ah warily watched the bustling surroundings while looking after Park Dong-sik. From the butcher shop, they went to a restaurant where they could eat fresh sashimi. With its plastic chairs, tables, and disposable dishes, it was almost embarrassing to call it a sashimi restaurant.

When Park Dong-sik filled a paper cup with soju, Kim Yoon-ah’s face turned as pale as a sheet of paper.

“A-Are you going to drink?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You usually can’t handle alcohol well.”

“I want to get drunk today. It’ll help me sleep better. Have a drink too.”

“I can’t. I have to drive.”

“We can call a driver. I’m loaded, remember? I’ll get you one.”

“That’s not it…I need to take care of you…”

“Never mind that, just drink. It’s lonely drinking alone.”

The word “lonely” stirred something in Kim Yoon-ah’s expression. Park Dong-sik clinked glasses and downed his drink in one shot. The fresh sashimi dipped in sauce tasted heavenly.

Ah, this is it.

Despite the cold weather numbing his nose, eating sashimi outside wasn’t bad. After three drinks, the alcohol hit quickly. Usually, he could handle three or four bottles of soju without trouble. This useless body must have a weak heart and poor alcohol metabolism.

What good is just having a pretty face when the rest doesn’t work properly? Tsk, he clicked his tongue and lit a cigarette. The sea had turned pitch black, invisible beyond the streetlights.

“I wonder if falling in the water would bring me back.”

Kim Yoon-ah tilted her head at the casual remark. “Pardon?” Park Dong-sik blew smoke into the air and shook his head. Never mind. Don’t take my nonsense seriously. The hope of returning was almost gone now.

This life wasn’t so bad. More money meant less struggling, and he could enjoy various things. Not just that. Though not healthy, he was younger now, and beautiful enough to attract attention. The benefits far outweighed the drawbacks.

It wasn’t a losing deal. Better think positively.

As intoxication grew, his senses dulled, vision blurred, and hearing became muffled. His head kept dropping and rising involuntarily, so he slapped his cheek hard to stay alert.

Kim Yoon-ah startled and tried to stop him.

“Mr. Hee-soo! We should head home!”

Park Dong-sik got up with support. He stumbled into the car’s backseat but couldn’t clear his head, and felt nauseous. Haa, frustrated, he unbuttoned several buttons of his shirt. The car door slammed shut and the vehicle jerked as it started moving.

Park Dong-sik leaned his head against the window and breathed heavily.

“Don’t want to.”

“Pardon?”

“Don’t want to go home…”

Kim Yoon-ah’s reflected expression looked troubled. Park Dong-sik collapsed onto the seat, making one final wish to wake up as Park Dong-sik again.

***

“Ugh, my stomach…”

Park Dong-sik stumbled to the bathroom with a haggard face and clutched the toilet. No matter how many times he vomited, only clear bile came out of his throat. Unable to sleep from frequent bathroom trips, his under-eyes were dark and lifeless.

To think three drinks could do this. Ah, how humiliating.

After rinsing his mouth and coming out, Park Dong-sik went to the balcony. The cold air might help. Everything was dark. He leaned her upper body on the railing and breathed heavily. He started to feel a bit better. Then he sensed someone beside him. Turning, he saw Kim Jun-han watching him with a cigarette in his mouth.

Park Dong-sik glared forcefully, not wanting to seem weak to him.

“Hey, husband.”

Kim Jun-han showed no reaction.

“I’m in a shitty mood today, want to drink? Just the two of us?”

Kim Jun-han put out his cigarette and sighed softly.

“You seem drunk. Go to bed.”

“I’m not drunk?”

He deliberately leaned precariously over the railing toward him. Unusually, emotion showed on his face.

“What are you doing?”

“Going to stay like this. Make you uncomfortable.”

Ha, Kim Jun-han swept his bangs back with an incredulous expression. When he leaned further down, he frowned. Finding his changing expressions amusing, Park Dong-sik clutched his stomach and giggled.

“Will you stop?”

Despite his angry tone, Park Dong-sik didn’t back down.

“You know if I die here, you’ll be the first suspect?”

His glare turned cold.

“Why? Why the murderous look? Be honest. Did you kill my lover too?”

“…”

“Tell me. I’m curious. I won’t report you.”

“You want to know?”

“Yeah.”

Kim Jun-han slowly walked to the railing. “Come over here and I’ll tell you.” He casually extended his hand. “Come. I’ll tell you.” After hesitating, Park Dong-sik’s stubbornness took over and he unsteadily climbed onto the railing.

As he stretched her leg to jump to the other side, he lost his balance and wobbled. Kim Jun-han quickly grabbed him and set him on the railing. With one person sitting on the railing and the other holding their waist while facing each other below, it became quite a romantic pose.

“Will you tell me now? Who killed him?”

Despite his bold words, being this close to him made him slightly nervous. This guy was definitely different from Kim Tae-han. Park Dong-sik deliberately tried to act tough to hide his unease.

“What? Don’t want to say?”

Kim Jun-han smirked. He looked even more handsome when he smiled. While he was distracted, his hands left his waist. Then suddenly, he shoved his shoulders. Gasp! His body tilted backward, the world turned upside down, and the pitch-black sky filled his vision.

There wasn’t even time to scream. Just as he thought he was surely going to die, Kim Jun-han grabbed his collar. With only his calves barely catching the railing and his body suspended over the edge, the alcohol instantly cleared from her mind.

He reached out trying to grab anything, but couldn’t.

Instead, he had to swallow his pride and cling to Kim Jun-han’s arm.

“You, you! You bastard!”

“How is it? Sobered up? Or not yet?”

“Fuck! You really tried to kill me?”

“Then why play games? Making. People. Mad.”

This son of a–! Though trembling with rage, he couldn’t resist anymore. Afraid he might really throw let go of him. As he tried to gauge the height by looking down, suddenly his body was yanked upward. Released from the railing, Park Dong-sik collapsed onto the balcony floor. His legs gave out, and looking up, she saw Kim Jun-han standing there with a crooked expression on his face.

Park Dong-sik ground his teeth.

If I had my original body, I wouldn’t lose to this bastard in a fight. He suddenly wondered, Did he pick fights with him because he wanted to throw punches, or because he wanted to have sex?

Meanwhile, Kim Jun-han sat down and stared directly at him.

“If you’re going to threaten someone, do it properly. This kind of childish—”

Park Dong-sik grabbed his collar with all his strength and devoured his lips. He parted his lips, roughly thrust her tongue inside, then pushed him down and straddled him. When their lips parted, Kim Jun-han’s eyebrows twisted, and Park Dong-sik reached down to grab his cock.

“At least my husband has a sturdy cock. Unlike some others.”

Kim Jun-han flinched and grabbed his hand to stop him. Regardless, he pressed his lower body against him and moved his hips provocatively. A flash of desire showed in his icy gaze, and Park Dong-sik couldn’t hold back.

Since things had come to this, he wanted to taste Kim Jun-han too.

Wonder what he tastes like. Wonder if he’s better than Kim Tae-han.

Of course, he didn’t want to think about the aftermath at all.

As he deliberately pressed his whole body against him, Kim Jun-han grabbed his shoulders, pushed him aside, and stood up. Suddenly cast aside, Park Dong-sik let out a groan. Kim Jun-han fixed his disheveled shirt and looked down at him coldly.

“Didn’t I warn you not to act vulgar?”

“What’s wrong with this between spouses? Come on, let’s do it once? I’m ready.”

“Go back.”

“Aw, why be like this? Come on, let’s do it. I’ll make it good.”

“Cross over before I throw you.”

Kim Jun-han gestured toward the neighboring balcony. When Park Dong-sik resisted, he reached for his nape. Since he looked ready to really throw him, Park Dong-sik shook off his hand and stood up. Playing so hard to get.

“Then just let me go through your room today. My legs are too shaky to climb over again.”

Without another word, Kim Jun-han went into his bedroom and locked the door. He even drew the curtains, and there was no response when he knocked. Park Dong-sik laughed in disbelief.

“Cold-hearted bastard…”

Does he have gold hidden in there or something? Though he lingered reluctantly, the door never opened. After glaring at it, Park Dong-sik precariously climbed onto the railing and jumped hard to the other side. Bang! Though he fell ungracefully, it was better than continuing to beg that man to let him in.