After looking around for quite a while, Yi-an finally decided to pick up the sweet and sour dumplings in front of him along with the side dishes next to them. A bite of sweet and sour dumpling with a piece of bulgogi that didn’t go well together at all. And a bite of sweet and sour dumpling with grilled deodeok, a combination that still made him tilt his head in skepticism as to whether they actually paired well.
The man raised his eyebrows in suspicion at the sight of him taking two side dishes at a time, then smiled quietly. It was a rare sight to see his eyes curved into a smile, but Yi-an, with his head practically buried in the table, had no way of knowing.
The meal was finally over. While the man emptied even the glass of water in front of him, Yi-an was frantically racking his brain. How could he bring up Yiseo without offending him? It was not easy to be the first to speak, as the man often showed a sudden, cold demeanor at unexpected times.
Yi-an cautiously watched the man place the water glass on the table and cross his arms. As the arms overlapped, his already broad and large chest muscles formed an even more distinctly curved shape. It was when his gaze fell upon Yi-an’s face—his sturdy body leaning back in the chair and his lips parting as if he had something to say—that Yi-an opened his mouth, his hands gripping the edge of the chair in tension.
“Um… may I ask you something?”
“If I’m not okay with it, are you not going to do it?”
The man’s lips twisted slightly, and his dark eyes stared directly at Yi-an. Ah… Sweat welled up in the palms gripping the hard chair.
“Well, it’s my younger sibling. Um, thankfully you let me get in touch back then, but…”
“But you did do it?”
“……Since…… a few days have passed…… since that day…… I was a little worried…….”
As if finally understanding what was being said, the man uncrossed his arms. Consequently, the bathrobe, which was unfastened, spread wide to the sides. His firm chest muscles twitched for a moment, and as he stood up in that position, his naked lower body was fully exposed. Even without an erection, his large, dark penis dangled between his thick thighs.
Hic… It felt like he had seen something he shouldn’t have. To think such a hideous mass of flesh had entered hum. Although Yi-an was never given a moment to be alone, he thought that if he ever did, the first thing he would do was check if his two holes were intact.
“Don’t you believe me? I told you she seems to be doing well.”
The man, his expression showing displeasure, turned around and headed toward the sofa table. From the table, he took a cigarette from a pack placed in the ashtray—the only thing showing signs of use—and lit it. ‘Click.’ He looked back at Yi-an as he lit the cigarette.
“Uh… did you, really check?”
“…did I check?”
“I… wanted to… confirm it by myself… I mean, if that’s possible… Ah, if it’s not possible, then it can’t be helped… but I was wondering if you could possibly do it for me…”
He had said he would not be back for a few days; he did not say he would never be back. He felt relieved only on the day he first heard Yiseo’s voice, but even now, several days later, he could not feel at ease. Worried that he might get punched, Yi-an bit and released his lips repeatedly out of anxiety, yet he continued speaking.
“She might worry again if we haven’t been in touch for a while… That’s why. I didn’t think you wouldn’t allow me to contact her…”
Now, the voice escaping from between Yi-an’s teeth had become so faint that one had to strain to barely hear it. It seemed unlikely that rambling on any further would change the man’s mind. It was just as Yi-an closed his mumbling lips in resignation that the man suddenly tapped the cigarette ash into the ashtray and muttered.
“If you’re still in touch, it’s okay to not see her right?”
“Sorry?”
The man crushed the cigarette he had barely taken a few puffs of into the ashtray and turned. With each step he took, the robe draped over his massive shoulders gradually parted, catching a glimpse of his colorful tattoos. While Yi-an waited for him, his knees trembling nervously, the man reappeared. In his hand, instead of a cigarette, he was holding a cell phone that looked very familiar.
Now, he could understand the meaning without needing to be told. Yi-an took the phone the man handed him with both hands and checked the screen. As the black screen glowed brightly, his round eyes widened.
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[From: Jeong Yiseo
So that’s why you checked late?
Sent: Yesterday, 9.32pm]
[To: Jeong Yiseo
Yes. Sorry.
Sent: Yesterday, 11.04pm]
[From: Jeong Yiseo
Then today must have been tough too, right? ㅠㅠ You’re working so hard, oppa. What should I do (emoticon)
Sent: Yesterday, 11.13pm]
[To: Jeong Yiseo
It wasn’t that hard. I’m fine, so go to sleep.
Sent: Yesterday, 11.45pm]
[From: Jeong Yiseo
Okay ㅠㅠㅠ You go to sleep too, Oppa! Sweet dreams!
Sent: Yesterday, 11.48pm]
[To: Jeong Yiseo
(Emoticon)
Sent: Yesterday 11.56pm]
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