This time, it felt like ice water was being poured over his entire body, where cold water had previously drenched him. What kind of confession was that, in this kind of situation? No, it sounded like he was saying that he liked his body, and they should be in a relationship to have sex in the future. Without answering, Cheongyeon wiped his face with his sleeve and walked to the dressing room.
He covered his stomach with his sweater to keep the cum from flowing down from his wet torso. The new sweater was already wrinkled and dirty to the point where no part of it was presentable.
The dressing room had all the curtains torn off, leaving the interior completely exposed. He was ashamed of everything; from rubbing against each other’s skin and kissing Tae Muwon. No matter how powerful Tae Muwon was, there must have been a way to escape. He was also angry at himself for not being able to do that.
Cheongyeon took a handful of tissues from the dressing room and wiped his sticky body, then picked up his underwear and his old clothes and put them on. He expected Muwon to scold him and ask why he wasn’t answering, but the man at his back was quiet.
Only after he had put on his fluffy knit coat did he turn around. As he did so, he saw Tae Muwon standing facing him, grinning. In his hand was an almost empty bottle of whiskey.
Cheongyeon glanced at him, then moved back towards the door. It felt like he was suffocating with shame at having to go out into the space where the store employees would be, but it was better than being in this suffocating space alone with Muwon.
As he started to walk, Muwon came to stand in front of him.
“What, do you feel wronged to have your new dick rubbed with a worn out dick?”
As Cheongyeon bit his lip, Muwon frowned at him.
“Fuck, you want me to disinfect it for you too?”
While saying that, Muwon pretended to tilt the whiskey bottle towards his lower body. Maybe he wasn’t just pretending. Before Cheongyeon had to witness that happening, he narrowed his eyes and glared at Tae Muwon.
“I’m not going with you to Hwang.”
Muwon, who had been reduced from ‘Muwon-nim’ to a mere ‘you’ in an instant, frowned.
“I don’t trust you to give me half of the Peira.”
“I thought I said that I would keep my word though. It’s a fucking profitable situation for you, no? You just have to insist that you aren’t aroused by me, and then that’s it.”
“…”
“Ah, I guess you were already thinking about that?”
Muwon sneered, finishing off the remaining liquor in the bottle. When Cheongyeon tried to move to the side, he blocked his path again. He tried to move once more and the path was likewise blocked. When he made up his mind to block the way, Muwon looked like a huge mountain.
“You’re the one who asked for it. I didn’t say I would give it to you. Fuck, it’s funny to think about it. Is your bottom that expensive?”
A loud, slapping sound erupted. Cheongyeon, who could no longer bear the insult, slapped Muwon on the face. Although he hit Muwon cheek, he was startled by the crisp sound and his shoulders flinched.
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Muwon was so good at fighting that Cheongyeon thought he would dodge or grab him. It didn’t make sense that he couldn’t block his attack.
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Slap, Muwon struck his own cheek with Cheongyeon’s palm. The sound was so loud that it couldn’t even be compared to before. Cheongyeon hastily tried to pull his wrist out of his grasp. However, Muwon moved Cheongyeon’s wrist again and made him slap his cheek.
Cheongyeon clenched his fist, telling him to stop. Then it made it look like he was hitting Muwon with his fist. Smack, smack, the clenched fists were as hot as the palms of the hands due to the successive blows. The crooked grin on his face and the yellow eyes gave one goosebumps.
“Do- don’t do it, you crazy bastard!”
Cheongyeon urgently yelled. If Muwon had just hit him and slapped him, he wouldn’t be this unnerved. He couldn’t follow Tae Muwon’s train of thought. It felt as if he was afraid of an unknown being.
His shouting seemed to have had an effect, as Muwon stopped hitting himself with Cheongyeon’s hand.
“Didn’t you hit me because you wanted me hurt? I’m doing what you want, but why? You don’t like it?”
After he was hit several times, redness remained on Muwon’s cheeks. He then chuckled at being called crazy.
Cheongyeon wrenched his wrist away with all his might. He was worried that Muwon would block his path again, but fortunately he just stood there until he left the VIP room.
“You’re not taking this with you?”
Cheongyeon, who was standing in front of the door at the sound of rustling, turned around with sharp eyes. Muwon held up a bunch of baby’s-breaths that had been crushed and trampled.
“I don’t need it.”
It was the coldest tone he had ever heard him speak in. Watching Cheongyeon disappear, Tae Muwon tapped his cheek with a bouquet of flowers and muttered.
“It fucking stings.”
***
New clothes…
Cheongyeon looked at the clothes filling the inn room. The portable hangers he saw at the store had been moved to the inn. Sweaters, shirts, several pairs of pants, coats, and padded coats filled the hangers. It seemed like he had more clothes than he had ever worn in his entire life.
Underneath the hanger was the backpack that Jupiter and Venus had said they would keep in their care. The new clothes had not even been touched. He took out only the old cotton pants and sweater he had brought with him from his backpack and put them on.
Cheongyeon sat on the bed with his knees together and continued to stare at the hangers. He looked around at the bed, which was too wide for him to sleep on alone and then turned his eyes toward the living room. The inn room Jupiter brought him to had a large living room with several rooms, like any other rich house.
Jupiter, who appeared as suddenly as he had disappeared, intercepted Cheongyeon, who was looking for a cheap inn, and insisted, ‘There is already a room reserved for Cheongyeon, so you should go there.’
Cheongyeon was told that if he didn’t go there, Jupiter could be finished off by Muwon hyung-nim, so Cheongyeon couldn’t bring himself to refuse. He also said not to worry because Muwon hyung-nim was staying at another inn. Jupiter handed the room key into Cheongyeon’s hands, saying it was the only key.
After wandering the streets with the thick wooden key for a long time, Jupiter appeared out of nowhere like a ghost at another inn. This time, he was accompanied by Venus. When Venus joined them and pleaded, Cheongyeon had no choice but to enter the inn room they had gotten for him.
The anger and apprehension that was constricting his heart were still there, but it seemed better for him to listen obediently until they left the Nok Province. He was planning to use another merchant ship to return to Cheonghwa Town.
‘What about the Boksu flower?’
He saw flowers blooming in the dome of the Peira, but they might as well be flowers high on a cliff. However, with the Cheonghwa flower shop burning down and the owner dead, the only option was the Peira.
Would it have been better to just let Tae Muwon do what he pleased and ask for half of the Peira later…? Cheongyeon shook his head, he should not even think about such a thing.
That man was a pirate. He didn’t do business at a loss. On the contrary, rather than doing business, he instead plundered others.
‘There are Hwa people in Hwangju… It is clear that the Hwa are supporting the 1st Continent.’
The stems of the Cheonji flower, which started from the original central root and extended throughout the earth, twinkled like stars in the sky. Just as you can feel a beating heart if you place your hand on it, if Cheongyeon closed his eyes and concentrated just a little, he could find the vitality of the Cheonji flower.
However, the light emitted by the Cheonji flower stems here was obscured by fog. It was barely able to shine through the fog that was as black as poison.
“You have to meet your clan, don’t you?”
Cheongyeon slowly opened his eyes and stroked his wrist. A red mark remained on his wrist where he had been held by the knit coat.
Tae Muwon.
Everyone trembled in fear at the three letters of that name. He was afraid of him too, but he was also the man who saved him from drowning. But he had also strangled him before. Of course he acted like he was going to kill him, but he ended up not killing him.
Just like the front and back of his palm, his judgment toward Muwon was overturned every time. It was the worst today.
Cheongyeon thought that he too, was the worst man, driven crazy by sexual desire. He had only vaguely thought about sexual relations with others. It was about connecting with the person you like through your heart and then your body. This was the romantic view that he vaguely had.
But Tae Muwon attacked with his lips first. That didn’t mean he was the same as other guys, who tried to do bad things to him: kidnap him with their eyes, kill him when they didn’t get their way, or beat him to a pulp with their fists when he defied them. There was no one who pressed their lips against his from the beginning.
Cheongyeon let out a long sigh. It was only today that he sympathized with the words shouted by a customer who frequented Dandelion Pub.
‘I am a slave to sexual desire!’
Otherwise, he couldn’t explain the excitement he felt when they hooked up.
At that moment, there was a knocking sound outside the door. His heart skipped a beat anxiously, but if it was Tae Muwon, he would have kicked the door open with his feet. Cheongyeon cautiously approached the door.
“Who is it?”
“Dinner is served.”
Now that he thought about it, dinner time had passed. Cheongyeon looked outside through the small lens on the door and quickly opened the door.
On the tray were steaming soup, egg dishes, well-cooked steak, and lobster topped with cheese. An inn employee wearing a suit-like uniform came inside, pushing a tray.
“I didn’t order this…”
Cheongyeon stepped back a little and waited for the employee to leave again.
“You are Cheongyeon, right?”
“Yes.”
“An order has been received to bring a meal to Cheongyeon.”
It was a sizable meal, enough for several people. The employee who brought the food to the table in the living room glanced at Cheongyeon. Then he turned around and checked the closed door. The employee took something out of his back pocket and placed it next to the food. It was a single chrysanthemum.
“The fragrance of the flowers is very nice. Well then, have a nice meal.”
The employee greeted him with his gaze focused on the chrysanthemum flowers. It was only after the employee left that Qingyeon lifted the chrysanthemum flower on the table in confusion.
“Tomorrow 5 a.m. at Cheonghwa Flower Shop.”
Cheongyeon sucked in a breath. It was a gentle voice that resembled the nanny he missed so much that it broke his heart.
“Cheongyeon, I have been waiting anxiously for you since Hwayeon died.”
The voices of the Hwa people were planted in the chrysanthemum flower.
Pr: Sasa
Cada capítulo se pone más y más interesante, muchas gracias
So good, thank you for the chapter!
Thank you for the chapter! 😍
So exciting! He’s going to meet his people! But what about Muwon?!
Yes!! Yes!! Development!! More clue for CY!
And yeah.. cool rejection btw. Muwon need to learn to be genuinely gentle to the person he loves.