Kofi thanks to: dagoer
Peira quickly gathered at the vicinity where the flare was shot up, blocking the nearby pathways in no time.
Among those who gathered, some carried tools, and others joined in by riding motorboats not commonly used. The shooting of the flare being a rare occurrence, excitement was clearly visible among them.
Muwon lifted Cheongyeon, who was just shivering and at a loss. The worn-out knit coat was soaking wet, clinging heavily to his body. Muwon took off the knit coat and looked at the gathering Peira members.
Although they rushed here excitedly, seeing no enemy made them all look confused. Muwon just flicked his hand at one of them. It was a subordinate wearing a padded jacket and holding an axe. Following Muwon’s signal, the subordinate hurried over.
“Take it off.”
The man took off his padded jacket without a word. He even started to take off his pants, but Muwon gestured just to hand over the jacket and took it. He wrapped the thick jacket around the shivering Cheongyeon. His legs were too weak to stand properly, and he fumbled with the jacket before finally grabbing hold of it.
Muwon watched Cheongyeon for a while with an expressionless face, then swiftly lifted him onto his shoulder. Normally, Cheongyeon would have protested to be put down, but this time he just continued to tremble silently.
“Apothecary.”
Cheongyeon didn’t seem to hear Muwon’s voice properly, hanging limply over his shoulder. Slightly clicking his tongue, he headed towards the nearby Canal Inn instead of the apothecary.
“Who the hell shot the flare?”
“Who’s the kid Muwon hyung-nim took with him?”
“Seriously, who the fuck shot the flare?”
Ignoring the murmuring of his subordinates, Muwon walked away. When they had put some distance between themselves and the subordinates, and the inn was right in front of them, Cheongyeon whispered something. It was faint and probably a request to be put down, but Muwon didn’t bother to ask him to repeat it.
Then, Cheongyeon, folded over his shoulder, smacked his back. Since Muwon had thrown his shirt away before jumping into the canal, Cheongyeon’s hand directly hit his bare skin. The slap sounded pitifully weak. Both had gone into the water and come out, but only Cheongyeon’s hand felt like an ice block.
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“I feel like… I’m going to throw up.”
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Muwon grabbed Cheongyeon’s hand, wrapped it around his neck, and then carried him on his back again. He seemed startled at first but became docile after losing all his energy.
Muwon received a key immediately at the Canal Inn’s front desk without having to ask for lodging. The room he used was always empty because he paid the lodging fee annually since he often spent nights outside, at the Marine Building or the Peira ship.
He rarely used the room more than once or twice a month, and especially this month, this was his first time. He walked up to the third floor and opened the door to the room right in front. Although the room at the end of the hallway was the largest, he chose the smaller room because he found it bothersome to walk that far.
Upon entering the room, he immediately placed Cheongyeon on the bed. Then, he headed straight to the bathroom to fill the bathtub with water. Knowing it would take a while for the hot water to come out, he rinsed off the saltwater with the shower’s cold water. After a quick wash and coming out, he found Cheongyeon, who was supposed to be on the bed, standing still in an awkward posture.
“What are you doing there?”
“Because the sea water will soak into the bed…”
Muwon was just wrapped in a large towel around his waist. Cheongyeon had neatly folded the padded jacket taken from the underling and placed it on the sofa. It seemed he had no intention of going straight to the bathroom, despite being concerned about the seawater. Then, Muwon realized he was blocking the bathroom door.
He went to the closet attached right next to the bed. There were quite a few clothes hung carelessly, but none seemed to fit Cheongyeon’s size.
While Muwon was browsing through the closet, Cheongyeon moved cautiously. The sound of his footsteps on the wooden floor was timid. As timid as he was, it seemed unlikely he would use the bathtub, so Muwon was about to comment when,
“…Thank you.”
The soft voice hit him as if slapping his temple. Unknowingly, Muwon gripped the closet door he was holding. The tendons on his hand stood out, but he didn’t notice. The gentle voice continued ticklishly.
“If… if there’s anything you need, I’ll repay you within my capabilities.”
Muwon turned his back to the closet. It seemed like an offer to repay the debt of saving his life, but what could a penniless apothecary possibly offer him?
Muwon slowly scanned Cheongyeon, who stood drenched like a drowned rat. Water dripped from his round-necked t-shirt, which was as worn out as his knit coat. The shirt, probably found somewhere, was too big for his slender frame, completely concealing his body. However, the droplets trailing down his exposed pale nape made it all the more provocative.
Looking like a scene straight out of a pervert’s fantasy, Cheongyeon was busy trying to dry himself, clearly unaware of his appearance.
“Maybe brew some more herbal medicine or something.”
“Did you finish it already?”
Cheongyeon seemed puzzled, as if to say he thought the other man had discarded it. His intentions were too transparent. He seemed to be hiding something, but it was obvious.
“Hey.”
“Yes.”
Cheongyeon, who had glanced briefly at the bathroom with the sound of water, locked eyes with Muwon again.
“You’re from the Hwa clan, right?”
“…Ha.” This time he audibly sighed. Muwon stepped closer to examine Cheongyeon more closely. His hair, damp from the water, appeared darker than usual, the same shade as that child Muwon had seen in his youth. However, the color of the eyes looking back at him was entirely different.
“Should you be sighing at your life savior?”
“If you hadn’t made me drink…”
Cheongyeon trailed off, looking down.
“If I hadn’t, then what?”
“Never mind.”
Cheongyeon seemed to regain his spirits quickly despite having nearly drowned earlier. Come to think of it, he had even attempted to hit the drunkard with a rock. And he was quite bold towards Muwon, fearless, in fact.
“Don’t confront someone who looks like they can fight better than you. You could end up dead.”
Would he have done that because he wanted to? The irritation in Cheongyeon’s eyes was again plainly visible.
“I was caught while trying to escape.”
“If there are no guards, you should’ve come back or something, you idiot. You lost your bike and there’s nothing that’s going right with you.”
“Why do you keep calling me an idiot when it was someone else who stole my bike…”
Cheongyeon began to argue but then stopped, exclaiming “Ah!” and abruptly crouched down, pulling off his shoes to reach for his socks. The socks stretched and leaked water onto the floor. Pale ankles were revealed as he unwound the tightly rolled banknotes. Muwon noticed the banknotes peeking out. Just looking at it, it looked like he was carrying around the money Muwon gave him by putting it in his sock.
Stunned by the spectacle, Muwon placed his hands on his hips, watching Cheongyeon extract another bundle of notes from the opposite sock. Water dripped from the banknotes as well. The situation was absurd. Using socks as a wallet was one thing, but…
A suppressed chuckle escaped him, and the towel he had wrapped around his waist slid down due to the loss of friction.
Cheongyeon, who had been pressing the banknotes against the towel, lifted his head to see where the towel had fallen from. His eyes widened in shock.
“!”
As soon as Cheongyeon saw the lump of flesh above Muwon’s groin, he fell backwards on his butt with a smack. Because he was squatting, the sound of him collapsing was unpleasant.
“First time seeing a cock?”
Muwon teased the startled Cheongyeon, who was clutching the banknotes in both hands and turned his gaze away. This caused the bruised temple to become even more noticeable. Tsk, Muwon thought, commending himself for taking care of that bastard, considering one strong hit could’ve been fatal. He reined in his playfulness and picked up the towel, intending to wrap it around his waist again.
What is this?
He muttered internally. His dick had boldly raised its head. It wasn’t because it was the first time seeing a dick that Cheongyeon turned his head away, but rather because it was menacingly raising its head that he showed such a reaction.
Cheongyeon didn’t take his eyes off the wooden floor, as if he thought Muwon would devour him if they even made eye contact. If they continued this standoff, it seemed like he would be able to count all the holes in the floor throughout the night.
“Fuck, did I get hard because of you?”
Pr: Sasa
🙀 what’s gonna happen next 🙀
We got Muwons cock menacingly raising its head and a hurt Cheongyeon.
My my! What a situation! 🤣
Well well😂
Oh my…. I did not expect the chapter to end here. This story is too good to binge read. Love it so much! Thank you! Cant wait to read the next chapter.
Why’s Life-Saviour-didi acting like it’s the first time THAT’S happened??