“Hyung, you really don't know anything about me.”
“Hey, fuck, you were the one who ate spicy chicken feet first and didn't know what to do while sticking your tongue out!”
“Then I thought you would suck it for me, hyung.”
“What, you crazy bastard?”
“Ah, leaving my tempting tongue alone and only sucking on the chicken feet. What on earth is wrong with you, hyung? Is your sense of taste a bit lower than others?”
“If you came to piss me off again, just get lo...”
He bit his lower lip right as he was about to carelessly tell him to get lost. He wasn't the type of guy to leave just because he was told to get lost, but you never knew. After all, he was a guy with an exceptionally contrarian temperament.
“You want me to take it out?”
“Take what out!”
Jaeha pretended to lower his pants zipper, but then modestly zipped it back up at Taeseong's sharp yell. Then, shaking the cellphone he had been intently looking at until just now, he spoke cheerfully.
“I ordered fried chicken. They said it'll take fifty minutes.”
It meant he had to deal with him within fifty minutes.
The waves would be rough on the way, so it would be better for him to have an empty stomach to spend the time comfortably inside the gunny sack.
“Just eat the chicken and leave.”
“I'll think about that after I eat first.”
“Hah...”
Pretending to be reluctant, he opened the refrigerator again. The liquor bottle laid on its side on the top shelf caught his eye. It was a red wine he had received as a gift from a client company president and had just shoved in there. He had heard people say things like you shouldn't refrigerate it or whatever, but to Taeseong, whether wine was expensive or cheap, stored well or not, it was all just tasteless alcohol.
However, red wine had the optimal conditions for spiking with sleeping pills. The deep red color and strong aroma would quickly dilute the white powder, and any chalkiness that might be felt from the drug would also be hidden by the characteristic astringent taste of wine that uncomfortably scraped the tongue.
Taeseong skillfully pulled out the cork. Regardless of his likes or dislikes for wine, this kind of skill had improved a lot while following Chairman Hyeon Hongwon around. After that, he took out wine glasses that had been stuck in the cupboard right after they were purchased and poured the alcohol. The wine, which had a peculiarly deep and brilliant color like fresh blood dripping from a newly inflicted wound, roughly sloshed inside the round glass.
He dumped in the powder without knowing what the proper dosage was and hurriedly looked back. Jaeha was humming while looking into his cellphone.
“You liked wine, right?”
“Hyung, you really don't know a single thing about me.”
No, I clearly saw you happily sipping and drinking it right next to Chairman Hyeon Hongwon.
Taeseong clenched his molars and suppressed his anger. Let's hold it in. Today is the end anyway, so let's just think, 'Oh my, you're throwing a fit right until the end,' and move on.
“You're crazy about grapes and carry them over here every day, so why do you hate wine now. Then should I just throw away what I went through the trouble of opening?”
“I have an empty stomach, though?”
“Fuck it, I'll just throw it away then.”
“Got it, I'll drink it. I just have to drink it, right. What kind of wine is it?”
“I don't know, punk. Because it's in English.”
He shoved the whole bottle at him to check for himself.
“It's French, though?”
Jaeha kept saying things that scraped Taeseong's insides right up until the end.
A blue vein twitched on Taeseong's temple. As if he felt that the wine bottle would fly at his head if he said one more word, Jaeha rolled his lips inward and reached out his hand. He stretched out his long fingers and gently wrapped them around the glass Taeseong held out. When Taeseong was pouring it, the wine was definitely a deep red blood color, but inside the glass in Jaeha's hand, it was sparkling brightly like an expensive jewel.
“You want me to drink without even a toast?”
I knew it.
Taeseong brought over his own glass that he had poured in advance. His hand, which desperately held onto the thin stem of the wine glass, trembled, wondering what to do if Jaeha asked to switch drinks. Jaeha raised his watery eyes and blankly stared up at the red waves sloshing inside Taeseong's glass. Swallowing dry saliva, Taeseong clinked his glass against the rim of Jaeha's wine glass so hard it seemed like it would break.
And as if not wanting to give Jaeha any time to say anything, he emptied his glass in one gulp.
Jaeha also drank half of his wine.
He had mixed in enough drugs to put an elephant to sleep, so that alone was enough.
Taeseong looked down at Jaeha, who was sound asleep on the bed, and then pulled out the packing tape he had brought with him. A noise that seemed to tear at his ears rang out as the tape ripped, making him flinch and suck in a breath. However, Jaeha did not show even a hint of waking up.
Yeah, keep sleeping just like this. Keep going without waking up until you arrive in China.
As he was about to put tape over the mouth that had only been spouting irritating nonsense, he suddenly thought of Captain Hwang. That dirty bastard. Hadn't he almost died in the past for messing with the mistress of a mob boss he was smuggling out for a large sum of money? Aside from that, he had also heard rumors that he swung his lower half around here and there on the ship.
He didn't know if Captain Hwang messed with men too, and there probably weren't many guys out there trying to violate an Alpha anyway, but Jaeha was pointlessly pretty. That was the problem.
He looked down at the mouth that was stained even redder from drinking the wine just now. The lips, which looked exceptionally tempting as they retained a moist wetness, twitched slightly every time he breathed. The sensation he felt when he had once locked lips with this mouth suddenly revived and tickled the corners of his mouth. Taeseong carefully reached out and brushed back the curly hair covering Jaeha's forehead. Below the white forehead sat neat eyebrows that looked as if they had been drawn on. And beneath the smoothly drawn-out eyes, he saw long drooping eyelashes and a nose bridge as high as a snowy mountain in some picturesque village in Europe.
Even while considering Jaeha, who kept following him around, as an annoying guy and a bastard he couldn't stand the sight of, Taeseong would sometimes impulsively touch his face as he slept next to him. It wasn't because he had other feelings. Just like a child who, having seen a flower for the first time in their life, picks it and smells its scent without anyone telling them to, his hand went to Jaeha out of the instinct of a person who had seen something beautiful.
If even I am like this, there is no way that trashy bastard Captain Hwang will just leave Jaeha alone. If he wasn't interested in a man's hole, he was the type of guy who would at least shove it in his mouth. Taeseong threw the tape aside and ran to the kitchen, urgently rummaging all over the place without even knowing what he was looking for. By the time he came to his senses, an exceptionally sharp-edged fruit knife was held in his hand.
Yeah. Plastic surgery techniques are good these days, so they can treat things like scars perfectly. If I slash his cheek or his forehead and send him off wrapped up in bandages, Captain Hwang will also slightly open it and immediately close it without looking closely as soon as he discovers the knife marks on his face.
If his face is covered, his body is just that of a sturdy man, and Captain Hwang isn't the type of guy who would likely be interested in an Alpha's hole instead of an Omega's anyway.
Taeseong climbed on top of Jaeha's stomach and agonized for a long while over where to slash him. As expected, the cheek would be good. It wouldn't be fatal, and it would be easy to operate on.
He brought the knife down below the cheekbones covered by long eyelashes. Suddenly thinking it was too close to the eye, he aimed the tip of the knife a little lower. The texture from when he had pinched Jaeha's cheek in the past brushed past his fingers. Right now, he was trying to turn that soft and tender skin bloody. Lumpy scars might remain, much like on Taeseong's own body full of dirty wounds. Because the skin would be pulled tight and stitched up carelessly, his eye might get distorted and his mouth might get twisted. But, even so.
Even so, this is better.
If time were turned back and Taeseong was given the choice of getting a hole punched in his stomach and having a couple of fingers cut off instead of suffering 'that kind of act,' Taeseong would choose the latter without hesitation. Having his body torn was better than having his soul trampled on and his pride ripped away.
Yeah, Jaeha, this is right. Trust me.
Trust hyung.
He raised the knife. In that instant, Jaeha's eyes snapped open. Taeseong froze in place right then and there with the knife in hand. Even before the question of why could pop into his head, Jaeha reached out first. A strong grip twisted Taeseong's wrist. The fruit knife rolled away in vain through fingers that had lost their strength. Listening to the metallic sound ringing out as it hit the floor, Taeseong thought to himself.
I'm fucked.
“Wow, my hyung really is beyond saving.”
He muttered with a voice mixed with laughter, but Jaeha's expression remained coldly stiff. Taeseong clenched his molars and shook him off. Ending this nicely was a lost cause. Now he had to load him onto the boat even if it meant using brute force to beat him half to death.
Taeseong swung his fist with all his might. Jaeha's face spun abruptly to the opposite side. Deeply furrowing his neat brow, Jaeha stroked his own jaw. Then, as if clicking his tongue with a tsk, he smashed his knee into Taeseong's solar plexus in a flash.
“Keugh.”
No matter how much his toughness had increased from going around getting beaten up here and there, a vital spot was unavoidable. In an instant, his vision went completely black and his ears felt muffled. He could only gulp in breaths but couldn't exhale, just spitting out choking sounds like a dying goose. Jaeha let out a chuckle, grabbed Taeseong by the collar, and threw him down below the bed. His breath came back after being kicked hard in the side. Even though it hurt like his ribs were going to be crushed, that is.
“Argh, fuck...”
“If a servant bastard throws a punch at the young master's face, he needs to get rolled up in a straw mat and beaten to come to his senses. I guess I looked like a fucking idiot because I kept smiling at you? Fuck, hyung. If your brain is bad, don't even think about making something like a plan. Did you think I would gladly accept it, drink it all down, and drop dead for you if you suddenly acted all sweet and flirty while pouring me a drink?”
“Hey, sst, Jaeha. Don't misunderstand...”
“Misunderstand? Ah, my hyung's intentions weren't like that, but I'm having a huge misunderstanding right now. Then, you fucking bastard, go ahead and tell me. What am I misunderstanding?”
