Desires Chapter 2.3 - II. Coldness and Desire (3)

“…….”

“I’m asking you. How far did he go playing with you.”

The low, soft voice was quietly reprimanding him without any rise or fall in pitch. However, in complete contrast to the chiding lips, the man’s eyes could not tear their explicit gaze away from Song Yeongin’s white, smooth chest. A murky passion clung to the corners of the man’s eyes.

He was short of breath. The intoxication and the drug he had been forced to drink had clearly finally swallowed him whole. Song Yeongin did not give any answer. Cha Woojin, who had been watching him silently, once again caught Song Yeongin’s head as it drooped down.

“Mr. Song Yeongin, why did you not contact me.”

His neat brow crumpled. The man, who rarely showed his emotions, was once again using stiff honorifics with him, expressing his anger.

“You should have contacted me the moment Matteo first came to you! I went to you myself, warned you, and gave you my business card?! I told you to contact me right away!”

A large hand, its knuckles bulging with veins, seized his chin and lifted it. The red-rimmed eyes, forced to look up, trembled faintly. The clear, limpid eyes were barely struggling to overcome the profane intoxication.

“Yes… I know. I’ve… become a nuisance again, haven’t I?”

The elegant voice, submerged in drunkenness, was terribly cracked, sparking dangerous imaginings. That strange, beautiful tone gratingly scraped at Cha Woojin’s nerves.

“I’m sorry…….”

“…….”

“Because of me… you seem to be in trouble again….”

The intoxicated Song Yeongin could not continue his words any further.

As Song Yeongin, getting off the elevator, stumbled and lost his balance as if he would fall, Cha Woojin swiftly snatched the swaying, slender waist with his thick upper arm.

“Haa… just how much did you drink?!”

“A lot…. It was painful to stay sober….”

The straight-nosed man’s face brushed sharply past the ear of Song Yeongin, who was held in his arms. Cha Woojin whispered softly.

“He didn’t use drugs on you, did he?”

The man’s cold breath touched Song Yeongin’s cheek. The firm and arrogant curve of his eyes was sizing Song Yeongin up from a breath’s distance. It was a perfect symmetry, to the point of feeling uncanny. The thought that that composed, handsome face was somehow infuriating and hateful began to rise.

Is this also because I’m drunk?

A resentful and pathetic moisture welled up in his reddened eyes.

“I didn’t want to do what that bastard wanted….”

“…….”

“Matteo… he threatened me with the child.”

The unfocused eyes spouted out words unfiltered by his mind. The man, hearing the incomprehensible story, furrowed his neat brow and narrowed his long eyes.

Cha Woojin once again pulled the stumbling Song Yeongin into his broad chest. Then he took his phone out from his suit pocket.

“Book a hotel room. He’s too drunk, I don’t think he can move on his own.”

The small, flushed face, panting hot breaths, buried itself into the firm, broad chest.

The man’s scent ardently rushed to the tip of Song Yeongin’s nose, which had grown languid from the alcohol. A scent that was cold and ruthless, reigning over others, suffocating people with a sensual magic…. That breathtakingly cold and dizzying scent.

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The place the two entered was the suite of this hotel, which Park Seongjae had hastily booked. As the two men entered the room, Park Seongjae carefully closed the door from the outside.

Cha Woojin, still holding Song Yeongin, headed for the bedroom. The sharp, solid body carefully laid Song Yeongin, whom he had been carrying, down on the pure white bedsheets.

The man’s jet-black, deep eyes looked down silently at Song Yeongin, who had been laid on the bed. Through the disheveled strands of hair, a fine forehead and neatly shaped eyebrows were revealed.

In a moment, the innocently closed eyes fluttered open sensually. Song Yeongin looked up at the handsome man’s face looking down at him. Like that, without a word, the two men’s gazes intertwined. Song Yeongin simply stared with his unfocused, dazed eyes. That was all.

Cha Woojin was filled with the strange sentiment that the small face looking up at him from the pure white bed resembled an angel in a sacred painting he had seen in an art book not long ago. The beautiful angel, who had committed a blasphemy and whose wings had fallen, was hiding a profane and wicked lust behind its sacred face.

The flushed red face and the way he panted for breath in his drunken state were lewd enough to soften one’s mind.

He had to check if the influence of the alcohol had subsided a little.

“I’ve told Matteo to think of Mr. Song Yeongin as my person, so he won’t be able to approach you for a while.”

Song Yeongin had clearly lost his reason. If he were sober, he would never look at someone with such eyes. His red, plump lips parted and trembled as he panted.

“Why… did you tell such a lie…?”

Cha Woojin no longer wanted to exchange words with a drunk person. However, because the strangely husky voice and dazed eyes kept tickling his nerves, he could not stop the game of continuing to respond to the drunkard.

“Because this method is more certain than any other.”

The man gently held the small face that was swaying loosely in the air.

“Me nailing it down like this is the only way to get rid of that scoundrel.”

In his arrogant and composed eyes, a heart-chillingly firm and moderate light were mixed. The man’s essence collided with him in a single breath.

Song Yeongin asked, looking into his eyes.

“…Because of me… even if you get caught up in… such an absurd scandal… are you really, okay with that?”

“Haa….”

Now Cha Woojin was suspicious of Song Yeongin. Was he really drunk, or was he pretending to be drunk. However, contrary to his clear speech, the bewitching and red face, still soaked in drunkenness, was sending a seductive gaze to Cha Woojin.

The eyes that had lost their restraint were not of a sound mind. But when that clear and sacred gaze held an explicit light of temptation, Cha Woojin felt a heavy sensation of blood rushing below his waist and at the same time thought it was quite a sight to behold, unable to hide his boiling curiosity.

Cha Woojin’s eyes curved wickedly, like a libertine. He strode towards Song Yeongin, who was lying on the bed and looking up at him, and unhesitatingly braced his hands on the side of the bed.

The strange gaze looking up at him from a lying position was shamelessly provoking the man. Song Yeongin did not avoid Cha Woojin’s eyes.

Instead, his drunken lips spouted impudent nonsense.

“Mr. Cha Woojin…, you said you have no interest in sodomy.”

The red lips, which he had thought were only innocent and polite, were now smirking and taunting Cha Woojin.

He was audaciously asking with a face that said, you yourself said you have no interest in such things as sodomy, so why are you doing this to me, another man.

Song Yeongin was mocking Cha Woojin, and Cha Woojin felt something subtle explode within him at that taunt. The man, who had been smiling with coolly curved eyes, narrowed them into a belligerent gaze and brazenly retorted.

“Why? …I guess you were disappointed to hear that?”

The flushed, feverish face did not back down. Song Yeongin never avoided the approaching man’s eyes.

“I may not be a sodomite, but you think I can’t devour something like you?”

“…….”

“How long are you going to look at me like that?”

Song Yeongin, his body flushed red and hot, could only gasp out sensual breaths with difficulty. Lying down and looking up at Cha Woojin, Song Yeongin’s breathing deepened into pained pants. There was no way he could be in this state just from alcohol. Matteo must have used a drug.

Song Yeongin was not only limp but was also showing a faint excitement, as if subtly aroused. When a strange sexual excitement brushed across the fair and noble face that had been so neat as to boast of its sanctity, it produced a lewd desire that was unbearably suggestive.

Cha Woojin swept back Song Yeongin’s disheveled hair. He asked softly in a low, melting voice.

“What are you trying to do, seducing me here.”

A languid smile was spread across the mature man’s eyes.

“I have never… done that.”

Panting for breath, Song Yeongin barely managed to reply. The high, sharp nose came closer and closer. The perfectly symmetrical, straight lines filled Song Yeongin’s vision. The tip of a long, veiny finger touched Song Yeongin’s red, plump lips.

They were sinful lips.

They were the audacious and wicked source of all lust and profanity, instigating everything. The soft, yielding texture against his fingertip was sensual. The thought that he wanted to make those crimson, plump lips bite down on something did not easily leave him, like a thirst.

Song Yeongin offered no resistance even as he explicitly touched his lips. The man, who had been tracing the panting lips with his finger, narrowed his eyes into a curve.

“You always deny it, saying you’re not.”

“…….”

“But your gaze is always different from your words.”

The man who said so calmly stared at the innocent eyes trapped beneath him. The man was playing with Song Yeongin in the palm of his hand, like a person skillfully enjoying a game.

Song Yeongin silently glared at Cha Woojin, who was pinning him down, braced over him on the bed. The audacious and coy eyes glaring at the other person were more than enough to incite Cha Woojin. It was a provocative sight that would stir any man with a dick, no matter who he was.

Until the man’s sharp, hard nose, which was questioning his sin, brushed against the tip of his own nose, Song Yeongin tenaciously endured that aggressive gaze that was close to an admonishment.

Cha Woojin smiled wryly and whispered low into his ear.

“You think you are without sin, don’t you?”

“…….”

“Even while you are so blatantly seducing me like this, you pretend not to know until the very end….”

In a single breath, Cha Woojin buried his sharp nose into the cheek where fine hairs stood up prettily. The man slowly sucked at the wicked, panting lips as if tasting them.

A low laugh that slipped through his teeth spread into Song Yeongin’s mouth like a fatal poison. The man, who had been teasingly crushing the soft cheek with his sharp, hard nose, skillfully pushed his way into the plump lips.

In an instant, a tongue thrust in.

He kissed him deeply. The tangled breaths were awakening a rough desire. A skilled and hot tongue ravenously violated the inexperienced flesh like a beast. A dizzying scent rushed to the tip of his nose.

He kissed him without giving him a moment to breathe, so Song Yeongin, who was clumsy at kissing, had no idea when he was supposed to breathe.

“Haeu…! Heut…!”

As he exhaled, at the unrestrained moan that escaped, he let out a low laugh between the lips he was persistently sucking on.

Cha Woojin tore at the fluttering shirt that had been bothering him since earlier, as if to rip it to shreds. A rough hand unhesitatingly delved inside the thin shirt. The man’s hand groped the smooth skin. It was when his fingertips brushed against a small, raised nipple.

Cha Woojin roughly seized Song Yeongin’s slender waist as it flinched and bucked at the touch. The strong and aggressive movement that held and ravished his body was sexy and sensual enough to melt a fuse.

“Now, if we do this. Does the scandal no longer become a lie.”

A voice as languid as his gaze bit the bright red shell of his ear and whispered.

“It’s a good pretext….”

The captured small face panted with flushed breaths and innocently received the man. Song Yeongin did not reject his body pressing down on him. Instead, he closed his eyes. Wondering if the sacrifices laid before him were all helplessly conquered like this, without being able to even breathe properly.

As if pleased by Song Yeongin’s compliance in readily accepting his tongue, Cha Woojin once again skillfully thrust his tongue in.

“Haeu, eut! Eup…!”

Through the man’s shirt who was desperately climbing on top of him and holding him, the thick, solid muscles could be felt vividly. The man’s body was so hard and firm that it felt like a lethal weapon made to kill someone.

Song Yeongin entrusted his lips to be violated by him. He let his tongue toy with him to its heart’s content. The moistening saliva made a wet sound, ‘chup! chup!’. The red lips, wantonly sucked and chewed on, panted endlessly before exhaling a crimson, obscene breath.

“Eung, eeut…!”

He did not know what kind of lewd sounds he was making. He did not know what kind of expression he was making either. Soaked in the drug and alcohol that enhanced pleasure and excitement, Song Yeongin was wandering in a lewd stupor.

The beast-like man’s body on top of him moved sensually. When the man’s ferocious member, hard and swollen with blood, was crushing his lower abdomen, he knew that this was not a dream but reality, and that the man lusted after him.

Song Yeongin thought that the one playing the doll was not Matteo, but himself in front of Cha Woojin. Song Yeongin had no idea what kind of game they were playing. Were they playing blind man’s bluff?

He saw a hallucination of falling off a cliff. Song Yeongin’s body trembled faintly. He was sucked right in. The heart pounding between their touching breaths spread poison through his veins. Song Yeongin just closed his eyes and trembled, not knowing what to do.

“Haa, I’m going crazy….”

Cha Woojin let out a rough breath as if to vaporize his boiling lust. He pulled his lips away as if in regret. From the corner of his red-rimmed eyes, baseless tears dripped, drip, drip.

Cha Woojin, who had been fiercely devouring Song Yeongin, for some reason, did not lay another finger on Song Yeongin, who was trembling like a weak young animal.

In an instant, he felt his consciousness fading. Song Yeongin, with his eyes closed, sank as if dead.

The light was turned off, and he was left in a long silence. Then, he heard the sound of a door locking. Cha Woojin’s voice giving instructions from outside the door was conveyed from a distance.

“Report to me as soon as he wakes up.”

At his final words, the trembling body with its eyes closed began to sink into a pitch-black, deep swamp. The man’s scent still lingered, dizzily swirling at the tip of his nose. It was clearly trying to suffocate him. Along with a throbbing headache, his uncontrollable body was swallowed by a deep slumber. There was no way to know if it was because of the drug they had administered or because of the alcohol.

He flinched his completely limp body. With a trembling hand, he slowly traced his heart that was pounding violently as if it would burst. His fingers traveled down his body and stopped at his lower half. Only then did Song Yeongin realize that he had been so erect as if he would burst, enough to shamelessly seduce that man as if he were a harlot.

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Matteo was dumbfounded, as if he had been struck on the head with a blunt weapon.

Someone was clearly intentionally hiding Song Yeongin’s identity. They had covered his tracks so skillfully that it seemed impossible to hide a mere pauper like this, blocking any attempts to dig into his background.

Clearly, someone was backing that kid. He even thought that a bigger figure than himself might be standing behind him. However, the one standing behind Song Yeongin. Was,

‘Cha Woojin? That was Director Cha Woojin, you’re telling me.’

Cha Woojin was not the type to indulge in or pursue pleasure like them. He was a clean guy without a single scandal or rumor, to the point that he had never even heard through the grapevine that he enjoyed sodomy. Wasn’t Cha Woojin the one who had only ever embraced women who were of use to him?

Matteo recalled the day he first tried to rape Song Yeongin in the back room. He had wondered why Cha Woojin would come in and cause a scene over messing with a low-level servant.

‘Was that why. Or, did it start then.’

There was more than one questionable thing. The Cha Woojin that Matteo knew would not admit to sleeping with a man in a gathering of figures from all walks of life. That pathologically neat and picky perfectionist?

No. Cha Woojin would never leave such a stain on his record.

At Matteo’s gesture, a subordinate who had approached him began to report.

“Right after Director Cha left the banquet hall, he reportedly booked a room at the hotel.”

At those words, Matteo’s eyes practically flipped over.

“Wow, fuck…, I can’t even watch, it’s so shameless! Were those two really in such a passionate, hot relationship? Did Cha Woojin really do that?!”

“The director only came out a long while after the two entered the room. We have confirmed that the director’s executive secretary is still guarding that room.”

“Cha Woojin. That bastard has gone crazy for a male lover?”

Was it real? If it were a lie, why would Cha Woojin endure a situation where he had to reveal his privacy in front of others to protect that kid?

Matteo recalled Song Yeongin’s captivating figure, elegantly decorated with a luxurious taste. Even when dressed up expensively, that strange sex appeal, exuding purity without a hint of being spoiled, arouses the lower parts of a man like himself.

Once the grime of poverty was washed away, like a diamond buried in mud, he proved his worth as a rare, top-quality item. There were certainly things in that kid that money could not buy.

The who’s who invited to the party could not take their eyes off the kid’s unusual appearance and atmosphere, which they were seeing for the first time.

If it was about a discerning eye…, then if Cha Woojin, who normally had nothing to do with sodomy, was drawn to that kid. And, if that kid was Song Yeongin, it wasn’t entirely incomprehensible.

How was it different from him, who had experienced all sorts of pleasures to the point of being sick of them, embracing whatever got his dick hard, whether male or female?

But Cha Woojin was a perfectionist who extremely managed his privacy and image and hated being the subject of gossip as if it were a phobia. This unexpected development still had one or two suspicious points.

‘Fuck, is that kid valuable enough to break that down?’

“Damn it, holy shit…! How good does it taste, for him to act like a fool and even get a fucking hotel room to fuck.”

As if secretly coveting a forbidden fruit, Matteo greedily gulped.

“What…?! I’ll pay the price?! That son of a bitch…! Who does he think is a pushover! You think I’m just going to stand by?!”

Towards Cha Woojin, who was acting like his superior, Matteo pondered what method he would use to repay this humiliation. Whatever it was, it would surely be the most secretive and disgraceful method possible.

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Along with an unbearable headache, the view of an unfamiliar hotel room flooded into Song Yeongin’s vision.

In the deep darkness, a dim mood lamp cast a faint light. Before figuring out why he was here, satisfying a primary need came first.

He got up to quench his burning thirst. Looking for a refrigerator, he opened the minibar, took out a bottle of cold mineral water, and gulped it down in one go. His reflection, quenching his thirst, was visible in the large mirror hanging above the minibar.

He was in the same outfit that Matteo had dressed him in. The only thing different was that his outer garment had been taken off.

A neckline that was cut deep to the chest, revealing his collarbones and neck line. Cruelly, the flimsy material of this shirt, which was see-through and clearly revealed the lines of his body, was half-off and disheveled as if touched by another’s hand. And, his lips, swollen to an incomprehensible degree…. Song Yeongin traced his bright red, swollen lips with his fingertips.

A piercing dizziness hit him. Sporadic fragments of memory were pieced together one after another. Song Yeongin simply thought that just like he had a wet dream about him last time, he had once again had a lewd dream about that man.

Song Yeongin’s cheeks and ears turned bright red as if they would burst. It was not simply a dream. Cha Woojin’s breath still remained on his lips, tinged as if it had been coated with poison.

‘You think you are without sin, don’t you?’

‘Even while you are so blatantly seducing me like this, you pretend not to know until the very end….’

All the crudely pieced-together memories were horribly imbued with that man’s scent. The urgent hand that had rummaged through his shirt. The sensual movement that had grabbed his waist. The man’s tongue that had toyed with and thrust into him. The cool eyes that had curved, soaked in passion. Everything came rushing back at once and replayed vividly before his eyes.

He didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or the drug, but to have behaved so disgracefully while drunk, Song Yeongin thought that he must have inherited the wretched blood of his drunkard father.

He found a cell phone and wallet someone had placed on the bedside table. What had been taken by Matteo’s subordinate had been returned to him completely. That was not the only thing that had returned. His memories, which had been cut off by the alcohol and drugs, were not perfect, but they had returned to their places enough to be pieced together without much difficulty.

Cha Woojin had said that Matteo would be quiet for a while. He had said with his own mouth that he used the most certain method. However, thanks to that, Cha Woojin had ended up with the label of a sodomite in front of people.

‘Why would he do such a thing because of me….’

I thought he was not the type of person to be caught with a weakness in front of people. Why would he try to protect me while taking on such a scandal. I had ended up owing that man a huge debt.

I remembered it being early evening, but the clock had already passed midnight. At this time, I would usually have closed up at La Cure and caught the last bus.

Song Yeongin was worried that he had been absent from La Cure without notice. The thought that he might lose the job he had worked so hard to get made him anxious and heavy-hearted. What kind of excuse should he make.

‘That I was kidnapped? Hah…, would they really believe that.’

Song Yeongin, as if having made a decision, picked up his phone and peeked the door open.

Opening the door, Song Yeongin was startled and met the eyes of Park Seongjae, who was standing guard in front of the entrance. Park Seongjae, resembling his superior, offered him a formal greeting with a stoic, expressionless face.

“You are awake.”

“…Yes.”

“If there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to tell me. The Director instructed me to serve you so that you would not have any discomfort before he left.”

Song Yeongin, who was peeking his face out through the doorway, slowly blinked his neat eyes. Then he pointed to his deeply cut clothes.

“These are clothes I was forced to wear, and I would like to return them. What should I do with them….”

“If you take them off and leave them, I will see to it that they are taken care of.”

“I am sorry to be a bother. I have to go back now, but if I take these off, I have no clothes to wear to go back…. There is probably nowhere I can get clothes at this hour, right?”

“There is a place where you can receive service. Shall I escort you? Or shall I have clothes prepared and brought here?”

Song Yeongin waved his hands with a flustered expression.

“No. Please do not worry about it, just let me know, and I will find my own way there.”

“I am sorry, but Director Cha has ordered me to never let Mr. Song Yeongin go alone. That is, until the Director returns to the room again.”

Song Yeongin’s face turned pale as he opened his eyes wide in surprise.

“…He’s coming back?”

“Yes.”

“…To this place?”

Park Seongjae nodded his head again.

“I have to return home right now. Even now, I have been absent without leave and haven’t even been able to make contact. I have to get home quickly….”

“You do not have to worry about that matter. We have contacted everyone and obtained their understanding.”

At Park Seongjae’s answer, Song Yeongin was at a loss for words. Furthermore, the thought that Cha Woojin’s competent staff was here guarding a hotel room door and cleaning up after him became unbearably unsettling.

Song Yeongin was blankly looking down at the night view of the city along the Han River with slow eyes. The bedroom, located on an unbelievably high floor, and the floor-to-ceiling glass windows surrounding it revealed the beautiful night scenery of the riverside.

He did not have the courage to see Cha Woojin again while completely sober. Song Yeongin was not shameless enough to face that man as if nothing had happened after committing such an act.

Thinking about it carefully, he could not understand why he had to stay in this large hotel room, unable to go anywhere. Wasn’t it Cha Woojin who had kidnapped him, not Matteo? He could not even go home as he pleased.

The clock had already passed midnight and was pointing to one in the morning. He had been staring blankly out the window in the darkness for a while.

‘Click—!’

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a lock being released and a door opening in the distance.

He knew that there was no one else but that man who would open the door and come in. Song Yeongin seriously contemplated whether he should dive into the bed right now, pull the covers over his head, and pretend to be asleep.

He absolutely did not have the courage to face Cha Woojin while sober. Song Yeongin froze on the spot. He had no choice but to pretend to be looking at the night view through the glass window. He simply could not turn his head towards the door where that man was standing.

The sound of the other person’s footsteps stopped at a close distance. For a long time, no sound was heard. Even though the other person had clearly made his presence known, Song Yeongin did not even stir. He could not even think of turning around to confirm his identity.

The silhouette of a large man standing by the door in the distance was reflected in the black floor-to-ceiling glass that held the night view. From behind Song Yeongin’s quiet back, a low voice echoed.

“I see you want to ignore me?”

His clumsy back flinched in surprise, and he slowly turned around.

“To pretend not to know when you clearly heard a person’s presence….”

The tall man was standing at the entrance of the bedroom. Only then, in the dark bedroom where the lights had been deliberately turned off, the lights turned on with the sound of a sensor. The bedroom became bright enough to be blinding.

The sight of Cha Woojin walking into the bedroom was unusually foreign. His gait had a relaxed dignity, as if it were trained. A fierce and graceful male. That was his impression as he walked into the spacious bedroom as if swimming slowly.

His faintly trembling shoulders hunched at that overwhelming feeling. The man walked straight towards Song Yeongin without even asking for his consent. There was no space to escape anywhere. As the man, who was gradually closing the distance, got closer to him, Song Yeongin found himself unconsciously stepping back.

As the sensual man’s frame and intimidating body drew closer, he continued to step backward. In the end, his dry back touched the floor-to-ceiling glass that surrounded the bedroom.

Cha Woojin sneered at the backtracking Song Yeongin as if it were absurd.

“What do you think you’re doing right now?”

He had no memory of when this man had started to speak to him so casually. Song Yeongin had never given his permission.

However, even the question was unnecessary. He knew that in the end, it would be as he wished. Thinking about it now, it was stranger that the man had consistently used honorifics with him.

The overwhelming and perfect body, the man’s flawlessly handsome face, approached him without leaving any room. His unusually long, cold, and intelligent eyes curved languidly.

“Afraid I’ll eat you up or something?”

The glass window pressed against his back was cold. There was nowhere left to run. Song Yeongin hastily turned his head away, avoiding Cha Woojin’s eyes, which had come close enough for their breaths to touch.

Cha Woojin’s gaze shamelessly swept over the traces of the doll play, the clothes Matteo had dressed him in according to his own tastes to make him look good.

Cha Woojin was still bothered by that shirt which explicitly revealed the body’s silhouette. Didn’t it look like it was fluttering, asking to be taken off.

‘It’s lowly. But, it’s not lowly.’

Song Yeongin’s attire existed somewhere in between.

Under the bright lights, Song Yeongin’s cheeks and ears were noticeably red. Cha Woojin, with a playful smile, asked Song Yeongin, who was averting his gaze.

“Where did all that nerve go, the one that seduced a person while staring so intently?”

Seduction….

Song Yeongin struggled to lift his head and look up at the man.

“I have no… memory of it.”

Cha Woojin stared intently at Song Yeongin’s eyes, sizing them up. These were the eyes that Cha Woojin knew. Eyes so clear and neat that evil things should be judged before them, sagacious and sacred eyes.

The man’s cool eyes curved languidly.

“Alright. Tell me how much you remember.”

“…….”

“No, just tell me whatever you want, whether it’s a lie or the truth, it doesn’t matter. I’ll play along with whatever you want.”

The man moved his body. In that moment, from his unhesitating tone and movements as he approached, the passionate kiss that had toyed with him and the beast-like, sensual gestures reflexively came to mind. His heart was pounding violently as if it would leap out of his chest.

“I am… I am sorry. I was very drunk… I don’t remember.”

“Is that so?”

The cool eyes and lips, reminiscent of a predator, drew a handsome arc. Those provocative curves that created expressions on his cold face once again dragged up harsh memories.

“I don’t know how rude I was, but please forget it. On top of the drugs those people used… the alcohol was mixed in… I was not in my right mind.”

Song Yeongin, in front of the tall man looking down at him, now feigned composure as if he had regained his senses. His neat and elegant eyes looked up at Cha Woojin.

The man he faced was steeped in fatigue. However, his tired face exuded an excessively sexy and languid atmosphere. A composed and aggressive sexual air that churned a person’s mind. Song Yeongin was unbearably uncomfortable with that arrogant sexual air that he radiated so effortlessly.

“You didn’t commit any particularly severe rudeness.”

“…….”

“The rudest thing was that bold gaze of yours that was seducing me.”

At the word “seduction” that came out of the man’s mouth, his neat face flinched. His faint smile, held at the corners of his handsomely raised lips, continued to claw at Song Yeongin.

“You want me to forget?”

“…….”

“What to do… I don’t think I can ever forget.”

The face, flushed bright red with shame, protested to the man.

“Even if you say such things to someone who doesn’t remember, I….”

Half of it was true and half was false. He remembered being entangled with this man, but he did not remember everything.

“Mr. Song Yeongin.”

“…….”

“You have a bad habit….”

“…….”

“Just where did you learn that habit of looking at people like that when you’re drunk? Do you act so boldly towards anyone when you’re drunk?”

“I don’t… remember.”

“You shamelessly seduced me with a face that was asking me to do something. If it had been an unsound man, he would have surely violated you.”

Song Yeongin could no longer bear the words of mockery flowing from his mouth. He had to kick his way out of this spot and run away quickly, away from the man who was stripping a person naked and shamelessly rebuking him with a composed gaze.

“I am sorry. I will be taking my leave now.”

Cha Woojin grabbed the shoulder of Song Yeongin, who was turning away evasively.

“Hold on, we’re not done talking.”

The man’s strong force seized and bound Song Yeongin’s straight shoulders. The man, drenched in fatigue, let out a languid sigh into the air. He met his gaze unreservedly with his jet-black, deep eyes.

“Tell me. What is this about Matteo threatening you with a child.”

The captured Song Yeongin’s eyes shot open in surprise as he stared at Cha Woojin. His transparently clear eyes wavered and shook. That, of all things, was a story that was truly not in Song Yeongin’s memory.

‘Did I really, say that with my own mouth?’

Just how much useless talk had he spouted to this man.

Cha Woojin asked in a low voice.

“You have a child?”

The man who, until a moment ago, had been teasing him, was now asking for an explanation in a soft and gentle voice, as if trying to persuade Song Yeongin. Song Yeongin could not understand his true intentions, why he was asking in such a gentle tone, as if to soothe him.

However, Song Yeongin was certain. If there was something more important than his own well-being, if he could forget his shame and ask this man for just one thing, it would be this story.

The smooth shoulder held by Cha Woojin trembled faintly. However, contrary to the trembling shoulder, his voice was remarkably calm and nonchalant.

“There is… a newborn baby left behind by my deceased older brother.”

Song Yeongin could not gauge how much he should advertise his misfortune. His mother had died, his father had died, his older brother had died a violent death leaving behind his sister-in-law and a newborn, his younger sister was deaf and mute… but still, he was so lucky to have preserved his own body, such nauseatingly shabby and incoherent stories.

The two shoulders held by him ached as if they were on fire. Cha Woojin stared blankly with cool eyes at the detached eyes of Song Yeongin, who was nonchalantly continuing his words.

Cha Woojin did not ask Song Yeongin anything else. He showed no pity, no compassion, no disgust. He was just listening attentively to Song Yeongin’s story in a mature and composed manner.

“Now I understand why you set foot in the back room.”

When Cha Woojin released his hands, Song Yeongin’s captured shoulders shook limply.

He no longer reprimanded him. Nor did he tease him. On the contrary, his composed and firm eyes were showing him a moderate and righteous conviction.

“The matter that Mr. Song Yeongin is concerned about… I guarantee that it will absolutely, not happen.”

What dwelled in the man’s eyes was a certainty he had never seen in another person before. The composure that only those who can realize their ideals can afford, and the conviction, that resoluteness, that only those who can boldly overcome a crisis can show.

Song Yeongin was strongly drawn to that fierce energy he had never possessed.

Cha Woojin narrowed his eyes and scanned Song Yeongin’s strange shirt. The trace of doll play that was somewhere between lowly and not lowly.

“I heard you needed clothes.”

Cha Woojin pointed to the pile of shopping bags at the entrance of the bedroom.

“Throw away those lowly and unsightly clothes Matteo dressed you in and wear proper clothes.”

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Song Yeongin had been enduring the cold with just that one thin coat until the cold wave hit. There was no trace of the clothes that had been soaked in the shower stall, as if they had disappeared.

Song Yeongin also agreed with the statement that the clothes Matteo had dressed him in were lowly and unsightly. The items on him were so luxurious that it was difficult to estimate their price, but the silhouette that revealed his skin was nothing short of obscene.

“I had someone prepare clothes because you said you needed them, so change and come out.”

Cha Woojin said so and then abruptly left the bedroom. Song Yeongin calmly replied to the back of Cha Woojin who was turning away.

“I asked where I could get clothes, I never requested you to buy me new clothes.”

There was no expression on Cha Woojin’s face as he turned back to look at Song Yeongin.

“It seems you rather liked those shabby clothes Matteo dressed you in.”

“I, that’s not it…!”

Cha Woojin scanned the obscene shirt with a cool, arrogant gaze.

“If that’s not it, then wouldn’t it be better to wear anything else?”

He could not deny it. Whatever it was, it was better than wearing these shabby clothes that Matteo had forced on him.

Song Yeongin did not want to be inflexibly stubborn. He had to throw this off right now and put on something proper.

He opened the large shopping bags and the dust bags carefully packed inside. A long cashmere coat of the highest quality material, a thick pullover knit, and neat pants. Even socks, underwear, and shoes. Everything needed was carefully packaged and neatly contained.

They all had the logo and brand name of the same brand. Even to his own uninformed eyes, he could guess that these were expensive luxury goods.

The thought that even if he said he would repay this to the man, it would be impossible with his own financial situation, made Song Yeongin just stare at the luxury goods before him in a daze for a long time.

Song Yeongin finally walked out of the bedroom.

The man, who was wearing a long coat over his suit, was impeccably dressed without a single wrinkle. As if to briefly quell his fatigue, he was leaning against the sofa with his eyes closed. His sharp, cool face with both eyes closed was as quiet as a melancholy dawn.

Song Yeongin, who was watching Cha Woojin from a distance, hesitated and spoke to the man.

“…The things you prepared… are too much for me.”

“If you want to go home, hurry up and change and come out.”

“…….”

Cha Woojin, leaning on the sofa, raised his wrist with an indifferent gaze. As he pulled his cuff, a heavy metal watch was revealed on his veiny wrist. He checked the time and then muttered.

“I do not have time to engage in a pointless argument with Mr. Song Yeongin, so if those clothes are not needed, you can throw them in the trash right now.”

An authoritarian and intimidating tone contained within polite language, pretending to respect the other person.

Through a few experiences, Song Yeongin realized. Cha Woojin was using honorifics with him to suppress his anger whenever he was displeased.

“…….”

“If you understand, then hurry.”

He dismissed him coldly.

‘……Throw it in the trash?’

Song Yeongin was dumbfounded. He was so flabbergasted that his head was spinning.

‘Is that the mindset of the chaebols.’

At Cha Woojin’s words, Song Yeongin walked into the bedroom as if being pushed. Song Yeongin, as if he had made up his mind, threw off the obscene shirt at once. His well-proportioned, white, smooth body was revealed.

Whatever the situation, he could not go back wearing those despicable clothes that Matteo had dressed him in. At the very least, it was better to wear Cha Woojin’s clothes, even if it was burdensome and difficult to repay, than to wear those of Matteo, who had kidnapped him.

Song Yeongin, dressed in the new clothes, walked out of the bedroom.

The cashmere coat, made of the finest material with exquisite tailoring and a flawless finish, looked neat and elegant on Song Yeongin’s body, as if it had been custom-made for him.

Cha Woojin lifted his head and scanned Song Yeongin’s entire body with a satisfied expression. The attire was as neat and unadorned as his tidy and beautiful appearance. Although he had not chosen it himself, it was worth asking his competent personal shopper. He was just wearing good clothes, but Song Yeongin exuded a grace and class beyond that. Such things were things money could not buy.

Cha Woojin finally rose from the sofa. He picked up the briefcase placed at his feet. Then, the man gestured with a familiar tilt of his chin towards Song Yeongin, as if telling him to follow. Song Yeongin silently walked behind him.

The silence continued in the elevator. In the super-high-floor hotel elevator with only the two of them, Song Yeongin just watched the floor numbers decrease.

His neat and elegant eyes blinked slowly several times. The thought that he had passionately kissed the man next to him, and the gaze that had rebuked him for seducing him, all felt like a dream.

Song Yeongin turned his head and furtively stole a glance at the handsome profile of the man standing beside him.

The man’s handsome and refined face was filled with deep melancholy, as if he were lost in some thought. His deep, cool eyes were tinged with a fatigue so sharp it seemed it could cut.

When they came out of the lobby, an employee who had valet parked his car bowed politely and handed him the car keys. Park Seongjae, who was in charge of his driving, was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, Cha Woojin skillfully sat in the driver’s seat and took the wheel. He pointed to the passenger seat for Song Yeongin, who was standing there blankly, and said briefly.

“Get in.”

Song Yeongin recalled the image of Cha Woojin from a moment ago, who had said he had no more time for arguments while checking his own wristwatch. From the man’s appearance of grabbing his briefcase at this late hour of the morning, Song Yeongin could guess that he was a very busy person with work. On his sharp face, drenched in fatigue, there seemed to be no room to spare for Song Yeongin.

Song Yeongin did not refuse Cha Woojin’s suggestion. He did not want to engage in a pointless war of attrition with a person who was forcing himself to make time for him. It seemed that the most precious thing to this man was not money or material value, but time and energy.

Suddenly, Song Yeongin realized that he had not even said thank you to the benefactor who had saved him from being kidnapped.

Without a word, Song Yeongin quickly got into the passenger seat. Song Yeongin, who obediently sat in the seat next to him, looked at Cha Woojin, who was holding the steering wheel. Song Yeongin’s gentle gaze was as quiet as the settled dawn night.

Cha Woojin squinted his long, tired-looking eyes and laughed lowly.

“Now it seems we can finally communicate.”

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A long silence filled the director’s office. From Cha Woojin’s firmly closed lips, an unreserved question flowed out.