Dirty Sweet Baby Chapter 61

Snap—it felt like something inside his head had broken.

It was as if the thing called reason, or perhaps patience, had evaporated in an instant. Heeheon, baring his soul to Cha Moogyul like never before, castigated him. It was beyond overwhelming—it was agonizing. To put it more savagely, Heeheon wanted to hurt Cha Moogyul as much as he himself had been hurt. If he didn’t, he felt like he would just go mad all alone in this pit of fire.

“Is that what you’re curious about.”

Cha Moogyul, suppressing a livid rage, muttered coldly. His voice, seeping into the back alley, sounded eerie, as if it were about to strike.

“You want to know what hyung is to me?”

“Yes… Tell me. Since I’ll never understand, just go ahead and spew it from your own mouth.”

“Well, it’s not that hard. To lay my insides bare for you to understand… But can you even handle it?”

All of a sudden, he seized Heeheon’s neck in a tight grip. Naturally, Heeheon tried to shake him off, but Cha Moogyul pressed down on him with a fierce determination, as if it wouldn’t matter if he suffocated to death.

“Let me tell you in advance, I’m confident.”

“Kgh, ugh…”

“I figured a mishap like this could happen someday, and that a weary, broken hyung might just have the guts to attempt self-harm or… yes, something like this. It’s a shame you couldn’t even last a full month, though.”

“What… kkhh, let go, ugh!”

Heeheon tried to twist Cha Moogyul’s wrist, but it didn’t budge. When he swung a fist aiming for his face, a blue supernatural power caught Heeheon’s arm, stopping it in mid-air. He immediately tried to strike his leg with his knee, but of course, that too was blocked by the power.

“The leash, don’t tell me you thought I was just saying things? I have the ability to stop you, I was prepared for it, and I’m probably more meticulously prepared than you think.”

“Haa…”

“Do you get it? I won’t bat an eye at one or two sudden accidents like this. That’s how confident I am.”

Cha Moogyul brought his lips close to Heeheon’s ear. With the very same mouth that had kissed Heeheon just moments before, he now spewed terribly cruel and venomous words. His warning was not a lie, a joke, or a bluff.

“I’m not lazy enough to devour you without calculating the consequences. I’ve woven a tight safety net so that nothing, no one, not even you, hyung, can dare to interfere and get in the way.”

“Kkhh…”

“Think about it… What would happen if I went back to the Special District right now and locked you up. Baek Heeheon is my Guide, civilians can’t interfere in the Special District, and the Ministry of National Defense, the Musan Group, and even the public follow me and you.”

“…Ghk!”

“It means that whether you find out something now or continue to know nothing, nothing will change. Baek Heeheon’s life, including whether he lives or dies, I’ve already claimed it.”

The pressure on his throat was so agonizing it felt like his neck would break. Asphyxiating and short of breath, Heeheon’s face turned red. His eyes rolled upward. His flailing, resisting limbs began to tremble violently before slumping down limply. It truly felt as if he might pass out at any moment.

Only then did he release his hold on Heeheon’s neck and pull him into his arms. In that short time, his handprints had already bloomed into a dark blue bruise on the pale, slender nape.

“Keo-heok! Hah, keo-heok…!”

Heeheon coughed violently, managing to gasp for breath. His mind was hazy. The effects of the healing factor remaining in his body were healing the dark red marks on his neck, but the pain was still real. Heeheon squirmed, shuddering. As if he wouldn’t even tolerate that, Cha Moogyul clutched Heeheon’s waist tightly, trapping him in his embrace.

“How about it. Are you still curious about me?”

“Cha Moo, ugh… Heok…”

“I’ll tell you if you can handle it. Hyung is mine, so there’s no reason I can’t tell my own thing my story…”

His lips touched the crown of his head.

He pressed a light kiss there, then used his hand to sweep back the wet hair stuck to his forehead. He also straightened out the messy, blood-soaked shirt and buttoned it back up.

“You, hk… you crazy bastard.”

Heeheon, having finally caught his breath, let out a single, gasping phrase. His voice had already grown incredibly hoarse. His choked throat stung and ached, and a wheezing sound escaped him.

“You’re like a, a psychopath… You’re completely… insane.”

“Yes. I know. So get in the car.”

“Ugh…”

As if intending to ruin the clothes he had just gone to the trouble of neatening, he grabbed Heeheon by the collar and pulled. Heeheon was dragged like a dog to the black sedan parked askew outside the alley.

There were heavy tire marks on the road, the driver’s side door was wide open, and the car key was still in the ignition. It seemed he had stopped the car in a hurry and run straight to Baek Heeheon.

Cha Moogyul wrenched open the passenger door, shoved Heeheon inside, and even pulled the seatbelt across to fasten it. After closing the car door, he immediately got into the driver’s seat, shifted gears, and slammed on the accelerator. The vehicle let out a fearsome engine roar and shot forward like a bullet.

Vrooooom!

He sped down the road without even turning on the navigation system. They passed flashing neon signs, driving through the city streets that never slept, being pulled into an unknown darkness. Heeheon sat in the passenger seat, trying to steady his panting breath. The reek of blood rose from his suit, which was soaked through with the bloody water. The anguish of having nowhere to go, the unvented fury, burned his heart, leaving behind white ash.

Heeheon’s brows drooped as he clenched his fists. Baek Heeheon had been prepared to die, had even thrown away his life, yet he hadn’t been able to faze him at all. The fact that even in this situation, he was no match for Cha Moogyul, was devastating and infuriating.

At this point, venom began to build in Heeheon’s heart as well. He wanted to hurt him, just a little. He wanted to leave a scar on him just the same, and an overwhelming sense of injustice surged, wishing that he would feel the same sorrow that Heeheon was suffering.

‘Why is Cha Moogyul so unshakable.’

Just how much had he prepared and planned for…

Was he really going to put a leash on Baek Heeheon and lock him up…

But he wondered what use there was in mulling this over. After all, he knew to his bones that no matter what he did, Heeheon would inevitably be swayed by him in the end.

“You… where are we going.”

Heeheon asked, his jaw trembling. He felt a chill, though the weather was not cold at all.

“Home.”

“No, you can’t, your mother is…”

“Not my family home.”

He let out a rough breath through his teeth and loosened his tie with one hand. Gripping the steering wheel with the other, he increased his speed even more. The expensive vehicle sped down the road explosively. It was frightening to even look at the speedometer.

“My house. We’ll talk there. I feel like I’m going to cause an accident right now.”

A dark night with no moon. The car left the bustling city streets and entered a deserted, high-end residential area. The street, submerged in silence, was desolate. The artificial light from the streetlamps cast eerie shadows.

Screech. Upon reaching their destination, situated at the highest point, Heeheon felt a heavy pressure and intimidation weighing on his shoulders. The modern and minimalist exterior of the house resembled Cha Moogyul. Devoid of any unnecessary elements, the straight-lined walls and the gleaming ebony wood main door with its metallic handle seemed to be looking down on Heeheon from above.

“Get out.”

His mind reeled.

Unceasing anxiety and dangerous suspicions were eating away at him. Everything Heeheon had tried to find out, the unresolved questions, the origin of Cha Moogyul’s twisted obsession… The moment he entered this house, Pandora’s box would likely be opened. He felt certain that he could satisfy his persistent curiosity and fill in the dubious gaps of the past.

But, was it okay to do that?

Baek Heeheon may have already crumbled as much as one could, but was it really okay to open up Cha Moogyul like this? After he opened his box, the one that had been sealed away in darkness, with his own hands, what would he do? After satisfying his curiosity, would he, as Cha Moogyul had said, have the confidence to handle it? Was he prepared for that…

Heeheon, steadying his breath with difficulty, unbuckled his seatbelt. His legs felt heavy as he opened the car door and got out. Following behind him, he slowly walked and entered the foyer.

The interior of the house, which lacked any sign of life, looked like a taxidermied model or a decorative object in a glass case. Everywhere was as tidy as a sterile facility, without a single speck of dust. It seemed to have been impeccably maintained by hired professionals despite the three-month absence.

After taking off his shoes and putting on indoor slippers, he passed through the hallway and entered the living room. Black marble and a straight-lined table with sharp edges, a leather sofa, a fireplace with flames burning inside heat-resistant glass. The exceedingly luxurious, expansive living room space was impressive yet threatening. He gestured toward the sofa with his chin.

“Go sit down.”

“…Okay.”

Heeheon carefully sat down on the sofa. Cha Moogyul, still standing, took off his suit jacket and casually draped it over the back of the opposite sofa. Feeling a sense of foreboding at this action, Heeheon’s body tensed. The thought, Don’t tell me he’s going to do it here too, caused his already rigid face to contort wretchedly.