Yigyeom remembered Kwon Taejung handing money to people in front of the cell phone store in the morning and told them to find a replacement for Yigyeom. The overall amount of money spent by the man that day was 4 million, according to Yigyeom. If he included the expensive restaurant cuisine, pork cutlet, and coffee…
It was worth far more than Yigyeom’s salary for a month of work. Why did thugs have so much money? Was it because they stole it from another person? Or was it because he was paid to harass others? Yigyeom shook his head as he remembered Kwon Taejung threatening him calmly.
Looking at that face, Yigyeom assumed he was mistaken. Yet he wasn’t that different from other thugs, but he continued smiling, looking, and approaching him and his face, coupled with his outspoken personality….the scent of his made Yigyeom hang on to it. All of this led Yigyeom to believe that Kwon Taejung was an exception among the thugs he had encountered.
After remembering his warm breath and voice that stroked his neck and left a hot, damp sensation, Yigyeom collapsed behind the counter with a flushed face. It was strange. His heart continued to pound as he continued to plummet into an abyss. Yigyeom recognized the reason of his unusual feelings.
‘You smell like dessert.’
He kept saying that made his heart drop.
‘The smell of peaches.’
The smiling face of him as he looked at Yigyeom…
‘I want to eat it.’
It was all because of Kwon Taejung.
***
Kwon Taejung sat on the container’s sofa and stretched his long legs on the table. Secretary Baek moved a chair over to sit across from Kwon Taejung.
“Do I seem like a thug, Jinwoo?”
“Huh? What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“It was because I was called a thug.”
“Who called you so?”
“Yeon Yigyeom sees me as a thug. No, he mistook me for a thug.”
Secretary Baek tilted his head, unable to fathom Kwon Taejung’s words. Kwon Taejung leaned back against the sofa and posed like a thug.
“Do you remember the previous Chief who used to oversee this place? That filthy scumbag.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“It seems like that bastard was staying in this container before. I came to such a place where that guy stayed, since I’m the Chief as well so of course he must have thought of me as the thug who came in his place.”
Secretary Baek came out laughing when he realized what Kwon Taejung had said. It was ridiculous, but from the perspective of someone who didn’t know anything about the situation, it was easy to misunderstand.
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“Is that why Yeon Yigyeom sees you as a thug?”
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“So, when I thought about it, I found that he only assumed that I was the new thug like Chief. Fuck, my pride is really hurt. How can my face be of a thug?”
“When I thought about it, he just assumed I was the new Chief.
“So, why didn’t you clear up the misunderstanding?”
“I planned to, but I didn’t.”
“Why?”
“If he doesn’t recognize me even after seeing my face, it shows he doesn’t use the internet and is totally oblivious to the real world…. So I didn’t see why I should tell him who I was. We’ll be seeing each other for three months anyway, and I think it’ll be more comfortable for him and me if he thinks of me as a thug for three months.”
Kwon Taejung was really hurt and hated being reduced to the role of a thug, but he reasoned that it would be more comfortable to live as a thug for three months. It was because a chaebol’s son would be criticized even if he did well ten times and failed once, whereas a gangster who couldn’t do something in ten tries and did well once appeared to be a pretty good thug.
“Try telling someone that the Taesung company’s Director continues forcing me to play with him and nagging me about it. It would have been more plausible to say that a thug is forcing him to do it.”
“That’s true.”
“Give me Yeon Yigyeom. After spending the entire day together…I discovered that he had a cheap taste but wasn’t all that bad. He is laid-back. Calm and gentle.”
Kwon Taejung recalled Yigyeom, who didn’t say anything despite raising his hands to touch his smooth cheeks for no apparent reason as he glanced at the tips of his fingers that touched his cheeks. There seemed to be a lingering soft and pleasant sensation at the fingertips.
“…”
The sweet and sour peach scent from Yigyeom’s back of neck lingered on the tip of Kwon Taejung’s nose. Kwon Taejung’s mind was jumbled by the sensation of his hands on his shoulder and the quiet breath Yigyeom gasped as he licked his neck with the tip of his tongue.
“He despises thugs no matter what. It makes no difference to him whether he is handsome or rich. Looking at it, he must have been hit once by the previous Chief or Goo Daebom.”
“Most likely. When money is involved, Goo Daebom becomes more violent, and the previous Chief was quite the character. I was taken aback when I saw the report on him at that time.”
“It’s frustrating because Yigyeom regards me similar to those thugs, and it almost feels like a challenge?”
“What kind of a challenge?”
“Like I want to make an exception for myself.”
When Kwon Taejung noticed Secretary Baek looking back at him, he grinned as if it was nothing serious. It wasn’t a serious consideration.
“He said he didn’t like thugs, but it’d be interesting if he came to like them.”
“Taejung.”
“Well, don’t nag without first hearing me out. I haven’t done anything yet, and I’m not planning on doing anything unusual later, anyway. Just a thought. If there is an exception, I believe it will be fun to see. I can say it, can’t I? Don’t bother me with things that didn’t happen, Baek Jinwoo.”
“Don’t be too nice to him. What would happen if he came to like you?”
“Then he’d have to deal with it himself. I don’t like him or anything, so why should I accept responsibility for it?”
It wasn’t wrong so Secretary Baek gave up retorting and simply nodded.
“I haven’t been very nice to him. All I did was feed him twice and buy him coffee. Oh, and I compensated him for that terrible part-time job.”
“All right, that’s enough for now. Nothing good will come from getting too attached to him.”
“What do you mean, ‘attached’?”
Kwon Taejung leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes, as if he had heard something he shouldn’t have.
“I have to pick him up at 10 later.”
“You even plan to pick him up?
“I shouldn’t give him time to meet with the folks from the radio station. So, it would be more convenient to escort him home for three months.”
Secretary Baek grinned at Kwon Taejung, who was doing his best to keep an eye on Yigyeom and rubbed his long legs as though encouraging him.
What was important, that Kwon Taejung was unable to escape the inner thoughts that were laced with the peach aroma, the sound of his breathing, and the softness that was left on his fingertips.
***
Kwon Taejung opened his eyes in the silent darkness and reached for his phone to check the time with lazy movements.
“Oh, crap.”
Kwon Taejung was in a rush as soon as the time of 10.58 flashed on his screen. Kwon Taejung hurried out of the container and into his car. He was bored and had nothing to do, so he planned to wake up in 30 minutes and head to the cafe in advance, but he never expected to sleep for more than half an hour.
Kwon Taejung would have stayed with Secretary Baek or set an alarm if he had known this was about to happen. He dashed out of the demolition village.
He would have called him if he had Yigyeom’s phone number, but he didn’t. Kwon Taejung was so embarrassed that he couldn’t even think about asking Secretary Baek for Yigyeom’s phone number, so he sped along the street where there weren’t many cars since it was late into the night.
It usually took 30 minutes, but because there were no cars at night, he was able to reach there in 20 minutes due to how fast he raced down the street. Kwon Taejung parked on the side of the road near the cafe, where he had previously parked, and immediately exited the driver’s seat.
“….”
Kwon Taejung noticed the cafe’s sign with the lights turned out and approached it, cursing under his breath. Then he noticed Yigyeom at the bottom of the steep stairs going to the cafe.
Kwon Taejung expected him to leave because he was late without notifying him, but watching Yigyeom wait for him made him go blank for a moment. Kwon Taejung stepped in front of Yigyeom, who looked up at him before Kwon Taejung lowered his gaze and bent to sit in line with him.
“Sorry for being late.”
“Did something happen?”
“It’s not like that but I woke up late because I was napping. I was going to sleep only for 30 minutes but ended up sleeping for more than an hour.”
Yigyeom chuckled softly on the dim staircase, where only the lights of the next store’s sign were barely visible. Yigyeom never thought he would be doing so, but it was because Kwon Taejung was being so honest that he couldn’t stop himself.
“I thought you already left.”
“…You asked me to wait.”
“…”
“You also told me not to break my promise…”
Yigyeom kept picturing Kwon Taejung’s disappointed face if he just left, so he waited five minutes, five more, and eventually an hour. With those words, Kwon Taejung made eye contact with Yigyeom, who remained silent. Yigyeom felt glad that he had waited.
“I’m truly sorry.”
“…It’s fine.”
“Let’s get going. It’s getting late.”
Yigyeom rose from his seat on the chairs, taking the cup next him. Yigyeom’s takeout cup caught Kwon Taejung’s eye.
“If you’re done drinking it, give that to me. I’ll get rid of it.
“…It’s not that…”
With the cup in his hands, Yigyeom hesitated. Kwon Taejung waited for Yigyeom to say something.
“I made this for you…but it’s cold now.”
“Me? Did you make this for me?”
“…Yes, I appreciate you coming to pick me up. But it got cold…I’ll make another for you the next time.”
Kwon Taejung grabbed the cup from Yigyeom’s hands and sipped the lukewarm drink. It tasted like hot chocolate, bitter and sweet.
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