JKA 8

“N-no, I’m not…”

“He’s the bastard you’re dying to fuck, isn’t he.”

Under 1129’s intense gaze, Jiwoon’s spirit quickly died, and tail between his legs, he watched him cautiously. The phony, fake angel—whenever Jiwoon acted even a little defiant, he would send a look that could kill without fail, that’s how foul his temper was.

“…W-why are you talking like that? S-someone might hear!”

“Hear what, you fucker? Do you carry your eyes around for decoration? Who else is moving here besides you?”

Only then did Jiwoon come to his senses and look around. He noticed the anomaly that he had failed to register, having been so out of his mind thanks to the angel’s dramatic entrance. Some crazy guy with wings had broken through the window, but no one was talking or moving. Come to think of it, Hanbyeol was also completely still, like a doll.

“For a guy like you, you’ve got a good eye.”

“…”

“Tending to his sick mother, takes good care of his younger sibling too. Well, well, he even does a lot of volunteer work. He’s like a bastard who’s dying to go to heaven.”

“…”

“But there’s something strange about his aura, seems like there’s a weird smell…”

Like a shaman, 1129 looked at Hanbyeol and poured out a stream of information about him. He had heard from Hanbyeol that his mother was a little unwell. Was the family matter during the break related to his mother? Then does that mean he was seriously thinking about his balls in the midst of all that? Jiwoon’s face turned bright red.

“Damn it, I told you not to think about wanting to die. If it weren’t for that damned coddling, I’d grab this one and shove him into the fiery pits of hell.”

1129, who had shouted nervously at Jiwoon for once again resolving to die in that short moment, rummaged through his pockets, pulled out a cigarette, and stuck it in his mouth. Then he lit it familiarly and took a long drag.

“Instead of stuffing your face, take him somewhere and pull down his pants. You’re good at sucking and licking, right? If your mouth’s not up for it, do it from behind.”

“…What are you.”

“Isn’t that what you want in the end? Look at this, another feather has grown. A guy who’s happiest when his ass is getting used, pretending to be all innocent.”

1129 sneered at Jiwoon, shoving the side without a wing toward him. There was something white, about the size of a baby’s palm, attached to it, though it was a bit of a stretch to call it a wing. With the cigarette in his mouth, 1129 pointed with his fingertip to a tiny feather that had grown there.

“Think how much it would have grown if you had just taken him somewhere and fucked him to your heart’s content before thinking you should just die. Don’t you feel sorry for me, living while waiting on a guy like you?”

“…Are you really not a devil?”

So he was saying to take Hanbyeol somewhere and pounce on him regardless of his consent. He wondered if those were words that should come out of an angel’s mouth. This guy must be a devil. Otherwise, why would he only have one wing, and he could not possibly be spouting crazy talk about offering up his body for the sake of feathers.

“What, a devil? You’re the devil.”

Saying so, 1129 pulled out a wad of paper from somewhere and shoved it right in front of Jiwoon’s face.

“This is the complaint you sent up in the very short moment you were sitting here stuffing your face. ‘1001 Reasons I Was Born Wrong,’ ‘I Wish a Typhoon Would Blow the Building Away’… It came up with fucking names like these. Fuck, they’re all so long I can’t even read them, so how do you think I feel, coming to deal with this crap?”

“…”

“While you have no intention of dying, you say, ‘The reason I want to die is all because of you people. There’s something wrong with this. The world can’t do this to me’… Do you even know how many pages this is? Think about the angels who have to read and report on this, line by line. What sin did they commit, and what sin did I commit?”

“…W-who asked for your help?”

“Then what is this, fucker? Did you send this asking for help, or asking to be killed? Huh?”

In the end, 1129 could not hold it in and gave Jiwoon several noogies. There was quite a bit of emotion behind them, so Jiwoon clutched his head and let out a pained ‘ouch, ouch.’

“It’s already piled up like a motherfucker, and you add 1001 more to it? You’re fucking with me, aren’t you? You’d love it if I had wings dangling all over me, wouldn’t you, you fucker?”

Jiwoon looked at 1129 with a dumbfounded expression. He swore he had never thought he would like it if he had wings dangling all over. This bastard could absolutely not be an angel. He was just a wannabe angel who claimed to be one, nothing more, nothing less.

Who would want a guy like that to have a ton of wings and rise to the top, succeeding all the way? If 1129 were a real angel, it would make one doubt if heaven was really the heaven we know, so to make that guy a person of power? It was absolutely out of the question.

He himself would probably not be able to go to heaven when he died. So he would not have to meet 1129 when he died. But there were many beings in the world who deserved to go to heaven. They would be going to heaven as a reward for living kindly and diligently in this shitty world, so how miserable would it be to think that an angel like this was there?

“Whatever, there’s no time. I have to process this quickly, so just tell me what you want me to do.”

“…”

“If you say you want to die… really. Ha, I can’t even say I’ll kill you. Anyway, I’ll make it truly painful for you, so just say whatever.”

Puffing on his cigarette, 1129 urged Jiwoon on. He was always going on about complaints, complaints, whenever he saw him, but he had never once poured out his resentment, specifying anyone in particular. So that part was unfair, but it was not something he could argue about right now.

But even if he was asked what he wanted him to do, he had nothing to say. In the first place, when 1129 first appeared, he had asked him what would make him so fucking happy he would go crazy, but at that time, he had said that the wish he made was not something he could grant.