THM Ch 7

‘Taegyuk-ah, you have to educate Taeeun! If only you do well, I can even send your younger sister to study abroad, you know?’

…He was a human who was not normal. However, it was an undeniable fact that a snobbish impulse was stirred by those words.

The only reason Taegyuk lived so fiercely was because of his younger sister. The resolve, almost like a conviction, that that child alone must not be made to live like him kept Taegyuk from tiring out. If Taeeun had not belonged to the hell created by their parents, he might have early on chosen the option of ‘suicide after annihilating the entire family.’ To him, Taeeun was an object to protect even by grinding down his own body and an infinitely surging source of strength. And Joo Nando seemed to have seen right through that at once.

Thinking about it, it was no different from receiving salvation. A thing like this was by no means common and could rather be seen as a miracle greater than the lottery. But…

Not being ignorant of the nature of the enterprise called ‘Junan,’ and because of his chest that grew strangely stirred for no reason whenever he recalled Joo Nando, Taegyuk felt as though he would only stand dazed for all three days, unable to make a decision. However, the debt was already transferred to a villainous person, and his future path was a plight as good as fixed. Hence, the choice he would make…

The last words Joo Nando left behind revived in his ears.

‘Once you come, it’s over.’

Those words sounded exactly like saying, Even if you come and leave, I won’t let go of you from my side, so Taegyuk, without even knowing why, had to turn red in the face again like a person who suffered a surprise attack.

Because it was inside a house where wind did not pass through, Joo Nando’s scent remained pooled in the bedroom as it was. Mindlessly inhaling a deep breath, Taegyuk realized his action and blocked his mouth and nose. Strangely, it felt like he shouldn’t bow his head.

∞ ∞ ∞

It was two days after that when the two met again. The entire worn-out 5-story building on the outskirts belonged to ‘Junan Future Information & Communications,’ and Nando’s office was on the top floor.

Late afternoon. Returning to the office after finishing work, Nando spotted Taegyuk standing like a guardian deity in front of the door and wore a smile as wide as a wooden basin. Just as he was about to shout, I thought I’d die wanting to see you, you bastard, because it wasn’t certain what news the fellow brought, he substituted it with the gentle words, “Let’s go in.”

Sitting at the desk, Nando received a bundle of documents handed by the fellow whose face turned red whenever he saw him. Rejection, or acceptance? Without even opening the inside to check, the bastard spoke up first.

“…I will do it.”

Nando made an employee copy the documents Taegyuk brought, then he kept the original and gave the copy to Taegyuk. With this, while possessing Taegyuk, a perfect master-servant relationship was established at the same time.

Leaving the fellow standing in front of the desk, Nando scanned Taegyuk’s appearance. Everything he was wearing was worn-out. The jumper, the hoodie worn inside it, the sweatpants that looked like a set, and the shoes. The only things that weren’t worn-out would be the fellow’s face, his huge and therefore even more beautiful body, and the dick attached there.

He clicked his tongue softly. Because picturing Taegyuk accustomed to poverty made a pitiful feeling arise in him, unlike himself. Even though he had given him a bankbook with the deposit money and even a card telling him to swipe it as he pleased, he was a fellow who wouldn’t touch a single penny without an order to spend it. Looking into the fellow’s eyes, the answer came naturally. In Goo Taegyuk’s eyes, not even a single grain of the greed a human naturally has was contained. To be of a countenance to entrust house deeds and personal seals to, no one would dare follow Goo Taegyuk.

He pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. After that, lowering his eyes, he held out one to Taegyuk, who was standing quietly.

“Here.”

Having worked manual labor for a long time, he expected him to be a heavy smoker as much as himself. Yet Taegyuk did not accept the cigarette.

“…I am sorry. I do not smoke.”

“Quit smoking?”

“No. I didn’t smoke from the beginning.”

“…”

In an instant, the fresh shock he received when he first saw the fellow swirled again in Nando’s chest. The intact cigarette held in his hand snapped right in half.

“Alcohol?”

It seemed a bit difficult for Taegyuk to make eye contact with him. After meeting his gaze for a second or two, he would quickly shift his gaze to other parts besides the eyes, such as the philtrum or cheeks.

“…Alcohol doesn’t suit my body, so I tend to drink only a little. About one or two glasses.”

Besides, his answers were always a half-beat slow. As if he was anxious, unable to hide the fact that he lacked shyness. From that, a desire to play a mischievous prank suddenly arose in Nando.

“Sex?”

Taegyuk flicked his gaze toward him as if he had heard a question that shouldn’t be heard. His facing face was becoming flushed again. Nando grinned right at that face with the exact meaning of ‘You have a substantial dick, don’t you.’ Continuously, tapping the thumb portion of his clenched hand with his palm, he asked again.

“I’m asking if you live doing this.”

“…”

“Huh?”

“…”

“Not answering?”

“…”

Taegyuk bowed his head. Hanging beside his thighs, the fellow’s fingers twitched and moved. The answer coming back was right after.

“…I rarely do it.”

Seeing his crawling voice and his plight of blushing, it didn’t seem like a lie. Without fail, the sound of clicking his tongue came out of Nando’s mouth. You lived without knowing how to enjoy even that taste, just earning fucking money day and night, you pitiful bastard. Seeing Taegyuk, who had turned hot even to his earlobes, Nando was certain he probably didn’t jerk off periodically either.

He was about to light the cigarette, then stopped. After throwing the tobacco somewhere, he placed his right arm heavily on the desk. Taking an arm-wrestling posture, he called Goo Taegyuk.

“Grip it.”

Taegyuk joined hands with him a little slowly. Because he bent his waist naturally, the fellow’s face was positioned almost on a straight line with Nando’s. Whether he had come out right after washing, he looked somewhat moist, and above all, the scent he wafted was good. Looking across at his philtrum, where his mustache was cleanly shaved, Nando issued his first order.

“Overturn it.”

When grabbed firmly by the hand put into full force, he felt as if his entire body was being tightened. A hollow laugh came out. Whether because carrying cement and rebar was his job, he didn’t know how strong his grip strength was. It was a strength he couldn’t handle even with two hands. At any rate, he had no intention of winning and the significance lay merely in seeing the fellow’s attitude, so Nando applied only enough strength to moderately hold out. Whether knowing that intention or not, Taegyuk hesitated to overturn it.

“I said overturn it.”

“…You have to put force into it.”

“You fucking bastard.”

“…”

In the end, Taegyuk, uttering the words, “…Excuse me,” pressed the back of Nando’s hand to the desk. And Nando did not let go of the hand that was trying to pull away immediately. Rising little by little from the chair, he pushed his face toward Taegyuk’s face.

“Goo Taegyuk.”

“…Yes.”

Supporting himself on Taegyuk’s hand, he stepped onto the desk with his knee and climbed up. Because of that, as his torso leaned forward, his forehead touched somewhere on Taegyuk’s face and detached. As Taegyuk gasped and backed away, Nando hopped over the desk following his own hand being dragged along.

Since the obstacle placed between the two was cleared, cornering Taegyuk was even easier. Until the fellow’s back touched the corner wall, walking forward was all Nando did. Trying not to block Nando’s front, he had driven himself into a defensive position.

Somewhere along the way, the shape of holding hands had changed as if shaking hands. Grinning, Nando lightly scraped the fellow’s palm with his index finger. While he let go of the hand flinching and pulling away, he gripped the fellow’s jaw. Then he laid bare what he had wanted all along.

“Shall we start with how many hits?”

When he added, whispering, “Three hits as a trial?”, the fellow replied, “…I will prepare.” Even though there was no further order than that, Taegyuk began taking off the jumper he was wearing. Nando let go of the fellow’s jaw he was holding, then stepped back a pace for his sake.

A satisfied smile gradually arose at the corners of Nando’s mouth as he watched. The fellow was very quick-witted, and once he heard a superior’s order, he had no hesitation in his choices and actions. The sight of him stripping off his clothes easily while blushing in his cheeks and earlobes supported that fact.

The worn-out jumper, which must be filled with a lot of cheap cotton alone, fell to the floor. Taegyuk smoothly took off and threw even the remaining hoodie over his head.