The man, having read Yi-an’s mind, had a glint in his eyes. He could have simply ignored the nonsense flowing from those tiny lips… but he found himself unconsciously raising the corners of his mouth. He was playing along with it.
“Just… she’s the type to understand if I just send a text on my phone saying that work is running out and I won’t be able to see her for a few days. She’s still really young… and since it’s just the two of us, uh, uh… she’ll really worry if there’s no contact… so… just a text…”
As Yi-an spoke, extreme sorrow washed over him, transcending the fear. It was truly no different from the two of us being the only two people in the world… It didn’t seem like his stepmother would appear to look after Yiseo just because he disappeared. It wasn’t that he was running away, nor was it that he was breaking my promise. He just… he just wanted to let her know if he was alive or dead… His tearful eyes quickly turned hot.
The man stared intently at Yi-an. Then, he snorted and said, “Your cell phone?”
“Yes, well… if, if you don’t mind, hmph… could you please let me send a text message…?”
“Where is it? Did you hide it in your pussy?”
Yi-an was startled by the man’s words and looked down at himself. How foolish. To think he was talking about a cell phone while standing there covering himself with nothing but the jacket the man had tossed at him.
“That’s not a pussy, it’s a breast.”
“Heut!”
As if reproaching the gaze looking down at his chest, the man lightly tugged at the nipple with his thumb and index finger. The crushed nipple trembled in rhythm with the panting breaths.
“……I, I had put it in my bag…….”
“Your bag? That little thing?”
The man roughly swept his large hand across, as if unable to think of a word. He seemed to be referring to the sling bag Yi-an was carrying.
“Yes, yes. I don’t have to write it myself. As for the texts…”
As for the texts… … can you write them? What should I call you? I can’t exactly call you ‘you’ just because it suddenly occurred to me… … If I actually went ahead with it, I might get hit in the groin again for acting arrogantly. At this pointless thought, Yi-an unconsciously squeezed the space between his thighs. His pussy stung even though it hadn’t been hit.
“It’s okay if you write it yourself, no… I’m grateful, so if you just tell me that you’re doing well…”
Yi-an couldn’t afford to waste time worrying about how to address him. He slyly omitted the title and averted his eyes. Gaining a little courage from the man’s noticeably softened reaction, he added another lengthy explanation in a tiny voice, concluding with rather unconvincing words about working hard at anything.
“…….”
“…….”
The man, who had exchanged glances for a moment, withdrew his intense gaze. Immediately, a cell phone, not a cigarette, was taken from his chest pocket.
“I’ll have them bring it later.”
“Ah… Thank you. Thank you so much…”
Forgetting that the man had been teasing his nipples just seconds ago, Yi-an bowed low again. The man gazed at the body as it folded and unfolded, as if savoring it, then made a phone call to someone.
“It’s me. Was there a cell phone when they collected the items? No, not the asshole’s, but the kid’s. Yeah, that one…….”
Yi-an gasped for breath, having held it for a while, while waiting for the man on the phone. He hadn’t been able to breathe properly due to the tension that had persisted for some time. Catching his ragged breathing, he stealthily observed the man holding his life in his hands.
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