VDN Ch 32
by STAR“Wooni Hyung, went to make some money?”
Se-han, still groggy, rubbed one eye and asked sleepily. Seo-oh, who came to his senses, replied, “Yeah. Wash up and come out for breakfast.” He then slipped on his slippers and headed out to the yard. However, just a few days ago these slippers were intact but now the front of the slippers is completely torn apart. Seo-oh dragged the slippers to the floor, swiftly approached the clothesline, and yanked his underwear away.
“I wonder if Hyung found it strange.”
Only Seo-oh’s black underwear hung on the clothesline. Seo-oh had secretly washed his underwear in the early morning without anyone noticing.
For Seo-oh, wet dreams were a bit awkward.
Like all men, Seo-oh experienced wet dreams in his teenage years. He couldn’t remember the dream’s content, but he woke up, finding his underwear completely wet. After that, he didn’t experience wet dreams often. Living in a cramped room with three others, the idea of fulfilling his sexual desires felt a bit strange and unfamiliar to him.
For Seo-oh, yesterday’s dream was something he didn’t want to remember because he was too ashamed. He kissed Seok Nam-woon, who was embarrassed, and forcibly mixed their tongues together to eat his saliva. He even forcefully held him down as he rubbed himself against him. In the dream, he even tried to take off Nam-woon’s pants, but Nam-woon’s underwear was so strange that it made him realize it was just a dream. No matter how money-crazy Nam-woon was, he wouldn’t wear underwear with a 10,000-won pattern.
Nam-woon has a meticulous personality, even when it came to his attire, so he kept spare clothes in the office. There was no way he would wear underwear that even 50- to 60-year-old men wouldn’t wear. So he checked Nam-woon’s striped trunk just in case and it was a little surprising.
As Nam-woon suddenly packed his belongings and stared at the black underwear hanging on the clothesline, Seo-oh’s chest was pounding with anxiety. Being caught having a wet dream by the subject of his desire was an unbearable shame for Seo-oh.
Seo-oh traced the corner of his mouth.
“…You had a kimchi stain.”
Nam-woon’s cool hand touched Seo-oh’s face. His lips were soft. His mouth would be warmer than his lips, moist, damp, and warm.
In the dream, Nam-woon’s skin felt soft and elastic, his waist firm yet flexible. What color were the protruding buttocks underneath? And what about his center? Suddenly, Seo-oh glanced down at himself. Anyone can see that the center of his pants was bulging.
“Ugh.”
Seo-oh sighed and covered his eyes with his palm. Towards Seok Nam-woon?… It was clear to him that he was crazy.
***
Four days had passed since Nam-woon had not visited Seo-oh’s house.
Right after leaving Seo-oh’s place, Nam-woon immediately logged into a fashion app and purchased several pairs of boxer briefs. They were a bit pricey, so he only bought three.
After the rut incident, Nam-woon was embarrassed to see Kwon Seo-oh’s face, so he hadn’t contacted Seo-oh after returning to the office. Seo-oh didn’t reach out either. In fact, Nam-woon acted like just another family member in that household, so maybe Seo-oh was relieved that he stopped visiting.
During that time, Nam-woon had been working hard with deliveries. His body didn’t feel the same as before, as it was sore after working for a few days. I’m exhausted… As soon as he lay down on the sofa with a groan, the cell phone he had placed on the table rang.
[Hyung]
It was Kwon Seo-oh.
Nam-woon immediately sat up from where he was lying down. What is it? Why is he contacting me?
[Where are you?]
[Office]
[…..]
[Why]
There was no reply, even though the message was read. Nam-woon, who took it seriously at first, soon thought that it was not a big deal and laid back down on the sofa. If it had been urgent, he would have called.
The next day, late at night, after all the office employees had left, Kwon Seo-oh sent a similar message again.
[What are you doing?]
Having washed up at the sauna and returned to the office, Nam-woon pressed the phone keyboard with his damp hair in front of the fan.
[About to sleep]
[…..]
[What’s going on?]
[Where are you?]
[Office]
[…..]
[Is there something wrong with Kwon Se-han?]
As expected, there was no reply. Nam-woon put down his phone and shook his wet hair. After that, he received trivial messages every day.
[Where are you?]
[Bathroom]
[Which bathroom?]
[…..]
Nam-woon’s hand paused for a moment and then moved his hands again.
[The second-floor bathroom of the shopping center]
[What are you doing?]
[Pooping]
Nam-woon soon got used to Kwon Seo-oh ignoring his messages. Kwon Seo-oh only asked two things. First, where are you? Second, what are you doing? Usually, the conversation ended as soon as Nam-woon replied, but sometimes there were questions he didn’t know how to answer.
[What are you doing?]
[About to take a shower]
[Why are you taking a shower?]
[…..]
This is ridiculous, really. I didn’t respond because I had nothing to say and the vibration kept going off.
[Shower?]
[Hyung]
[What are you doing?]
[Hyung]
[But you said you’re at the office.]
[You’re at the office, so why are you suddenly taking a shower?]
[Where are you showering?]
[Is it really the office?]
[Hyung]
Sending messages after one after the other about his location felt usual. Nam-woon thought he might come looking for him if he didn’t answer, so he quickly replied that he was indeed at the office but would go to the sauna to shower later.
Then Kwon Seo-oh asked why he was showering at the sauna, whether he would return to the office afterward or go home, and what time he would leave work. The conversation ended when Nam-woon replied that he had work left and would return to the office, and he would go home around one in the morning.
Ah, why am I breaking out in a cold sweat?
Even just chatting on KakaoTalk made him feel suffocated, as if he were being interrogated by the police. Did I do something wrong? If Kwon Seo-oh had remembered the rut incident, their conversations wouldn’t be like this. There would either be no contact at all, or he would have come after him with a knife to destroy the evidence.
Seo-oh’s contacts were mainly at night. Come to think about it, Nam-woon had hardly ever seen Kwon Seo-oh fiddling with his phone at home and exchanging messages. Maybe he got a taste for it after talking to Nam-woon a few times. Nam-woon concluded
He has no friends.
***
Nam-woon was sitting on the sofa, eating cup noodles when Jang-mi and Yong-deuk brought in a large desk from somewhere and moved it to the corner of the office.
“What’s with the desk?”
“Ah, young master. That is…”
Yong-deuk, who glanced at Jang-mi, replied awkwardly.
“A new recruit will be joining us soon.”
“New recruit? When did we hire a new recruit?”
It was news to him. Yongdeuk, scratching his nonexistent hair, spoke softly.
“Well, the Chairman contacted us. He said he would send a new recruit soon.”
“…Really?”
It was not welcoming news. It must have been a ploy to keep an eye on him as a consequence of Nam-woon’s insolent demands to stop the office work and let Kwon Seo-oh live a normal life. If Nam-woon acted like the old Seok Nam-woon, a troublemaker, Chairman Seok would soon lose interest. Nam-woon dismissed it casually and told Yongdeuk.
“Teach him the work when he arrives. I’ll be out for a bit.”
“Young master, you haven’t been sticking around the office lately, where are you going all the time?”
“Errands.”
Nam-woon gave a short answer and stepped out the door, leaving Yongdeuk to sigh heavily as if there was nothing he could do.
Squeak
Nam-woon stopped his bicycle in front of the apartment and looked up.
“It’s really tall. It was said to be a rich neighborhood, and the height of the building was definitely extraordinary.
“It’s a cash payment, but you got the change, right? The address looked like it was in a wealthy area. They even control deliveries there.”
It was a special request from the pizza shop owner, whom Nam-woon had become acquainted with after several deliveries. As he stacked the pizza boxes and headed towards the apartment entrance, a man stopped Nam-woon.
“Is this a delivery?”
After checking the address for the building and apartment number, the man said that he couldn’t use the normal elevator and had to go up using the service elevator or the stairs.
Push
“This service elevator doesn’t seem to work.”
Standing in front of the elevator, Nam-woon looked down at the receipt attached to the pizza box.
[6102]
“Crazy, it’s the 61st floor.”
Gasping
Eventually, having climbed up to the 61st floor by stairs, Nam-woon caught his breath. Soaked in sweat, his shirt slightly clinging to his body, he flapped his shirt, swept his hair back once, and pressed the bell.
Ding-dong.
“……”
There was no response.
“Is nobody there?”
Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong. As he rapidly pressed the bell at high speed, the door suddenly opened, revealing a stranger.
“Which fucking asshole is ringing the bell and causing a fuss!?”
The man who answered the door was shirtless and his pants were hanging down, exposing more than half of his underwear. The underwear I’d seen on the app didn’t have a logo like that.
With angry eyes, the man looked Nam-woon up and down as he stood there holding the pizza boxes. Despite the sudden swearing and the strong smell of alcohol, Nam-woon maintained his composure and spoke.
“Pizza delivery.”
“Which crazy person ordered pizza?”
The man, annoyed, tried to close the door. Just before the door shut, Nam-woon quickly wedged his foot in the gap.
“You need to pay.”
“What for!?”
“For the pizza.”
The man kicked at Nam-woon’s foot that had entered through the gap in the door. As Nam-woon’s patience reached its limit, he grabbed the doorknob forcefully, and the man came out weakly along with it.
“Ah, damn!”
The man, who almost fell, glared at Nam-woon as if he wanted to kill him, then turned around and headed inside, shouting.
“Who the hell ordered the pizza!?”
Nam-woon quickly entered through the door. If the door closed, he wouldn’t be able to get the delivery fee. It was an intuition based on long experience. At that moment, something bumped against his foot. It was a cellphone.
On the screen, which he glanced at unintentionally, was a chat window with a design he had never seen before.
[It’s a bit hard to change this.]
[Between one and three o’clock on Teheran-ro, Gangnam District]
[The second Saturday of next month]
[Two small ones]
As he picked up the cellphone, the man who had earlier cursed at Nam-woon rushed over with a pale face. Snatching the cellphone from Nam-woon’s hand, he asked with a trembling voice,
“Did you see it?”
“See what?”
“…Never mind.”
If he’s showing such anxiety openly, it means he’s got something to hide. But he was a stranger to Nam-woon, and getting involved would only complicate things. That’s when someone shouted from behind.
“Hey, Chun-gil! Come quickly!”
“I’ll be right there.”
The man hastily put the cellphone in his pocket and disappeared again, saying he would bring the person who ordered the pizza, and in the meantime, Nam-woon looked around.