HPK 66

Returning to Room 7, Taejung sat casually on the edge of the table and immediately held out his hand.

“Phone.”

Wooseung, who had been standing there blankly, only took the phone out of his back pocket after seeing the hand beckon once more. Even as he handed it over, he was confused about why Taejung was suddenly asking for his phone in this situation.

Taejung fiddled with the phone with an indifferent expression. Wooseung swallowed his churning feelings as he followed Taejung’s eyes, which moved from top to bottom, or left to right. He couldn’t understand why Taejung was overreacting like this when all he did was go to the waiting room. On one hand, he felt a little wronged.

“Who is Kim Jaemin.”

As he waited, suppressing his frustration, Taejung suddenly brought up an unexpected name.

“Pardon?”

“I’m asking who this Kim Jaemin is.”

“He’s a, friend.”

“What kind of friend.”

“A high school friend…….”

“You contact each other every day?”

It wasn’t every day……. Especially these days, Jaemin was so busy that he would get a reply maybe once every three days. Wooseung was about to deny that they contacted each other every day, but he hesitated for a moment.

Why is he asking about Jaemin?

But before he could find an answer, another name came from Taejung’s mouth.

“What about Jung Soohyun?”

He was a madam hyung that Wooseung was relatively close with when he was at the main building, and he would often be the first to ask how he was doing. He remembered exchanging quite a long text conversation with him recently when he suddenly got in touch.

“……He was a madam hyung when I was at the main building.”

Even as he explained the relationship, he couldn’t grasp what was happening.

“Jiyoung Chan.”

“Uh……. He’s a hyung I used to work with at the factory.”

“What about Park Hyojun.”

“The friend I met in the waiting room earlier…….”

As if he knew who he was, Taejung muttered indifferently, “Ah. That guy.” Even after that, he stared at the phone for a long time and didn’t return it, seeming to have no regard for Wooseung’s complicated feelings whatsoever.

He thought Taejung could ask about the madam hyung. But Jaemin and Youngchan were a different story. They were people completely unrelated to Kirin, individuals with whom Wooseung had a personal friendship. If Taejung believed he was lying about going to the waiting room to see Hyojun, all he had to do was check the texts exchanged with Hyojun. But Taejung read through his entire text history.

Just like a very possessive lover.

“Ah…….”

Wooseung flinched at his own thought. Like a guilty person, he fixed his darting eyes and slowly studied Taejung. He was still looking at his phone. Occasionally letting out a hollow laugh or frowning.

A very possessive lover…….

Sometimes, there are people like that. People who need to know their lover’s every move, who need to have everything under their control.

“I went to the trouble of buying you a phone, and you were just fooling around with a bunch of useless bastards?”

Wooseung barely managed to catch the phone that was thrown in his direction. The phone, which had been held for a long time but hadn’t warmed up in the slightest, still felt unfamiliar.

Taejung took a cigarette from its pack, placed it between his lips, and glanced around irritably.

“Ah, here…….”

Not missing the gesture, Wooseung quickly found a lighter and flicked the wheel.

Taejung’s eyebrow rose crookedly. Something like a laugh escaped from between the lips holding the cigarette.

“Are you trying to be worth one and a half million won?”

As soon as he nodded, Taejung moved the cigarette from his mouth to his hand and tossed it onto the table. The clean cigarette, without even a tooth mark, was discarded just like that.

“But this isn’t your job.”

Taejung pulled Wooseung, who was standing a step away, sharply in front of him. The flame that had flared up from the lighter went out, and a faint smell of something burnt spread between them.

As his body fit snugly between Taejung’s legs, their groins pressed against each other. Taejung spoke in a whisper, subtly grinding his center against him.

“This is it. Your job.”

“…….”

“So why the fuck were you off somewhere else doing useless shit?”

His voice was low and thoroughly twisted with annoyance.

“The waiting room…… as I said before, I just went to see his face for a moment.”

“So what the fuck were you going to do after seeing his face.”

“It’s been a while since he came to work…….”

As he repeated what he had said earlier, Taejung immediately sneered.

“Ah, what, are you two dating?”

“……It’s not like that.”

“If it’s not like that, then you should be acting right.”

Wooseung couldn’t follow Taejung’s words at all. Was he upset that he lied, or was he upset that he went to the waiting room for a moment to see Hyojun? No matter how much he thought about it, he had no idea why he was in such a bad mood.

“I’m sorry for lying about going to the bathroom. But it seemed like you were having an important conversation, so that’s why I did it.”

“…….”

“And Hyojun is also running that, that errand for the president, so I won’t be able to see him for a while, that’s why I went to see him…….”

Wooseung subtly studied the other’s expression and added, “……Honestly, I don’t really know why you’re angry.” A cold laugh seeped through Taejung’s twisted lips.

“Ah, you don’t really know?”

He perfectly mimicked Wooseung’s slow manner of speaking. Even the faint trace of a smile that had existed completely vanished.

“Ah!”

A hand shot out in an instant and snatched the back of Wooseung’s head. His neck was forced back, and the light from the ceiling poured dizzily between his wide-open eyelids.

“Because you just take the money.”

“Ugh!”

“And you don’t do your fucking job.”

Taejung then threw Wooseung down onto the sofa.

“Ack!”

Then, he easily subdued his flailing body, got on top, and trapped him between his knees.

“It makes me angry, Wooseung-ah.”

Taejung, in a kneeling position, crossed his arms and threw off his shirt. His muscles, swollen with arousal, boasted an even more ferocious form as deep shadows formed in every hollowed-out contour. His chest heaved and fell, releasing a heavy breath.

“So let’s do your job now.”

Wooseung felt his heart pounding fast as he powerlessly faced the approaching hand.

As the sweat cooled, a chill set in. The acrid smell mixed in the damp air unpleasantly filled his lungs. He held back a bursting cough and focused on his breathing.

Wooseung lifted his trembling arms and picked up his scattered clothes. Even the simple act of getting dressed left him out of breath. The stickiness of the air clinging to his skin told him just how violent their previous encounter had been.

Taejung’s face was still full of displeasure, as if his anger hadn’t subsided even after they had sex.

“You’re the one who fucked up my mood first.”

He grumbled discontentedly even though Wooseung hadn’t said anything. Wooseung stopped getting dressed and glanced at Taejung once.

“What.”

Taejung’s left leg was trembling as he sat sprawled out. He looked like he was picking a fight with an innocent citizen passing by on the street, just like a drunkard.

Wooseung had just as many complaints bottled up inside him, but he had no energy to talk back, so he just sighed internally. He avoided his gaze and focused on finishing getting dressed.

And it was the moment his fingers were just coming out of his sleeve.

“Are you sulking?”

The words were completely out of place for the situation. Wooseung stared blankly at Taejung, unable to even think about straightening his clothes.

He had suddenly gotten angry all by himself, then forced him down and had sex with him. The aroused Taejung had no control over his strength, and Wooseung had to bear the full brunt of it. But now he was just asking if he was sulking?

“……You’re the one who’s sulking, President.”

Taejung, who was getting a cigarette pack from the table, fumbled with his hand.

“What?”

Wooseung looked at the other’s furrowed brow and lowered his gaze. But the words, once the floodgates were opened, continued in a slow but clear tone, even though he was scared.

“I really was just going to see his face for a moment and come back…….”

“…….”

“I don’t really know if that was such a big mistake.”

“…….”

“Or…… are you always like this?”

Wooseung pressed his hands firmly on his thighs and slowly raised his head. Taejung was staring blankly this way with his lips slightly parted. With an expression that would have made him look stupid if he had made it.

“I’ve never done this sponsor…… thing before, so I don’t know.”

“Hey, what the fuck. What do you mean, sponsor.”

Taejung immediately cut him off, asking what kind of sponsor relationship they had.

“……Then what is it?”

He was genuinely curious. Taejung gave him money, and in return, Wooseung had sex with Taejung. To be honest, he didn’t really know if there was anything else between them.

“…….”

Taejung was silent, as if lost in thought. A long silence followed, and then, as if annoyed with himself for not being able to answer easily, he responded rather ambiguously, “Fine, whatever, then let’s fucking be sponsors if you want.”

“Get up. We’re going home.”

Then he suddenly shot up and irritably told him to hurry up and get dressed. In between, he muttered, “Who’s sulking, for fuck’s sake,” picked up his crumpled shirt, gave it a rough shake before putting it on, and the hand that ran through his hair was also very rough.

“Home?”

“Yes, home.”

Taejung strode over, closing the distance in an instant, and grabbed Wooseung’s arm to pull him up. Then, with a harsh hand, he yanked down the hem of his shirt that had ridden up.

Wooseung was a little flustered by Taejung wanting to go home together, as he had expected they would part ways for the day. But it was obvious he would be in for a bad time if he refused, so Wooseung quietly endured the rough touch.

The firm grip traveled down his arm and clasped his wrist. Wooseung stared blankly down at his own wrist.