Formless Chapter 49

“Ah… the group leader kept nagging Jihwan. Ah, but Jihwan had someone he was waiting for, so he had to stay until the second round….”

“Sunbae.”

Gangwoo put down his glass and quietly cut Heewoon off. As Heewoon flinched and shrank his shoulders, looking at Gangwoo, Gangwoo raised the corners of his mouth crookedly.

“Do you know how many times you’ve said ‘Jihwan’ just now?”

“……”

“Can’t you speak without saying the name Jihwan?”

Heewoon was momentarily scared. Wondering if Seo Gangwoo had noticed something and was suddenly showing a cold attitude.

“Why are you scared. Did you fuck Jihwan or something?”

“No! There’s no way. Ji… no, he’s seeing someone right now.”

As he denied it, shifting on his seat, Gangwoo, who had been tilting his head askew, let out a sound, ah….

“I thought you fucked him because you wanted your dick cut off.”

“No. Ga, Gangwoo. Are you mad?”

Heewoon asked cautiously, grabbing the edge of his robe. Gangwoo stared at the hand and then spoke.

“Tell your mother you’re sleeping over.”

“I already told her before I came.”

At Heewoon’s words, Gangwoo’s expression softened a little.

“You must have really wanted to sleep over.”

“Yeah.”

“What do you mean, yeah.”

Although he scoffed, Seo Gangwoo did not seem to be in a bad mood and wrapped his arm around Heewoon’s waist. His hand, which was fidgeting with his waist, said languidly.

“You’re not cold anymore, are you?”

At the hand that pulled up his hood, Heewoon nodded his head and took off his clothes himself. He wore a long-sleeved t-shirt under the thick hoodie. When he fumbled to take off the short-sleeved shirt inside the long-sleeved one as well, Gangwoo laughed quietly.

“Why did you wear so much when you were coming in a taxi?”

“The heating might not be on….”

Heewoon said as he took off his pants. Gangwoo’s gaze did not leave his cheeks, so Heewoon hesitantly added another word.

“I hate being cold.”

Heewoon’s shoulders hunched as it felt a bit chilly after taking off his clothes. Gangwoo’s hand gently caressed his raised shoulder.

“There are glasses upstairs too, so could you hold just this?”

Gangwoo placed the liquor bottle in Heewoon’s hand. Then he got up from the sofa and lifted Heewoon up. Surprised, Heewoon draped his hands over Gangwoo’s shoulders.

“I can walk.”

“You won’t be cold if I hold you.”

Gangwoo’s hand, which had swept down his bare back, supported his buttocks as if kneading them. It seemed that Heewoon being cold was just an excuse, and he just wanted to touch his buttocks while walking.

Gangwoo, who placed Heewoon on his bed in his room, covered him with a blanket. Feeling empty with just his underwear on, Heewoon pulled the blanket up a bit more.

“Would you like a simple snack?”

Gangwoo asked as he took the liquor bottle from Heewoon’s hand and placed it on the bedside table. Heewoon nodded his head.

“Ah, right. My phone.”

He had left his phone on the first floor.

“Why do you need a phone when you’re with me.”

Gangwoo furrowed his brow slightly, so Heewoon quickly made an excuse.

“I have an alarm set for early in the morning, so I have to turn it off.”

“Ahh. Planning to sleep in late after having sex all night?”

“……”

As Heewoon reluctantly nodded, Gangwoo chuckled, ruffled his hair, and left. Soon, the sound of him going down the stairs was heard.

For a moment, Heewoon was suddenly worried that when Gangwoo brought the phone, Jihwan or the others might say something about drinking yesterday.

Oh, right. His phone has a pattern lock, so it’s fine.

“Haa—.”

He really should not try to deceive Seo Gangwoo from now on. He felt like he was already exhausted from being so tense.

He was waiting for Gangwoo blankly, but it was taking a little longer than he thought. Is he cooking something? With no phone and just waiting quietly, drowsiness crept in, so he was about to get up while still under the covers.

The sound of footsteps was heard. He sat back down and stared blankly at the door. Wondering what kind of dish he had cooked for it to take this long.

But in Seo Gangwoo’s hand was only one bottle of liquor. There’s alcohol here too, so why did he bring another one?

Heewoon looked at Gangwoo, bewildered. Gangwoo walked over slowly, placed the liquor bottle on the table, and said.

“I turned off the alarm.”

“Okay.”

After answering naturally, goosebumps belatedly rose on his skin.

Does Seo Gangwoo know the pattern?

Once that thought occurred to him, his breathing suddenly became rapid.

Heewoon studied Gangwoo’s face carefully. The hint of a smile that had remained when he went downstairs earlier had completely vanished.

He was suddenly terrified.

“Why are you looking at me like that.”

Gangwoo said with a smile. However, he could not relax just because he was smiling. Gangwoo, who was looking intently at Heewoon’s fidgety face, sat on the edge of the desk and asked.

“Do you have something to say?”

“……”

His breath caught in his throat. Heewoon looked at the curve of Gangwoo’s lips and then slowly opened his mouth.

“Ye, yesterday….”

His words were cut off by swallowing his dry saliva. Heewoon knew. This was the last chance Gangwoo was giving him. Heewoon took a breath and spat out the words.

“I drank.”

“You drank?”

Gangwoo’s eyes widened in feigned surprise. Heewoon gripped the blanket tightly. The air felt colder because he was only wearing underwear.

“I’m sorry. I, I drank it by mistake. It just kind of happened….”

“For something you drank by mistake, you seemed to have drunk a lot.”

Gangwoo, tilting his head at an angle, took out his phone from his pocket. He tossed it onto the desk as if throwing it.

“I was going to turn off the alarm, but a KakaoTalk message came, so I saw it.”

By mistake. Gangwoo added slowly.

“It, it’s okay.”

Heewoon trembled, his nerves on edge. It was because Gangwoo got up from the desk and was slowly approaching him.

“Everyone was worried.”

“……”

“How much did you fucking drink for that to happen.”

“Ugh….”

Gangwoo, standing in front of the bed, grabbed a handful of Heewoon’s hair. Despite the pain, as if his scalp was being torn off, Heewoon could not scream and held his breath.

“I’m sorry, Gangwoo. I just really wanted to drink. Bu, but I didn’t drink that much. I hadn’t been drinking, and then at the singing bar I drank it without knowing. But I went straight home after you called me. It’s true.”

Heewoon pleaded with his hands clasped together, spewing words like a machine gun. Gangwoo looked down at Heewoon coldly and moved his lips. This bastard really…. At the rough, low mumble, Heewoon’s face turned deathly pale.

“So you were drinking when you were on the phone with me.”

“Ga, Gangwoo….”

“Why do you backstab people.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

With tears welling in his eyes, Heewoon looked up at Gangwoo with difficulty. He fumbled to raise his hand and grab the sleeve of his robe. Gangwoo, whose gaze fell on the back of his white hand, let out a small, mocking laugh. It was so cold.

“…Huuu….”

A sound that was halfway between a moan and a cry escaped from between Heewoon’s lips.

“Ga, Gangwoo…Aack!”

It really felt like his scalp was being torn off, and Heewoon screamed. Tears streamed down from his closed eyes.

“I’m sorry. I just….”

He kept imagining terrible things. This time, he might really get his teeth pulled out.

Gangwoo let out a long sigh and let go of Heewoon’s hair. Heewoon’s eyes flinched open. He was scared that Gangwoo might bring pliers or something else terrifying.

“Gangwoo. Please let me off just this once. Please.”

Heewoon threw his arms around Gangwoo’s arm. Gangwoo looked down at Heewoon and frowned.

“Last night when I got your call….”

Gangwoo cut himself off and let out a dry laugh. Heewoon sobbed as he looked up at Gangwoo. The tears that fell from his cheeks left dark stains on Gangwoo’s robe.

“You were pretty. All I could think about was doting on you even more.”

When his eyes met the ones that seemed to hold a chill, nothing but tears would come out. Heewoon cried, his chest heaving.

“Bu, but I was honest just now….”

“Right. If you hadn’t been, you wouldn’t even be able to beg me right now.”

The low voice was chilling. Gangwoo, who had been staring at Heewoon’s face for a moment, removed his arm and said.

“I didn’t know you liked drinking that much, sunbae.”

Heewoon followed Gangwoo’s movements with an anxious gaze. Gangwoo expressionlessly picked up the liquor bottle that was on the table and opened the cap. Then he held it out to Heewoon.

“Just giving you a heads-up.”

Heewoon, who took the heavy liquor bottle, stared down at it blankly.

“Drink up. There’s one more bottle, so don’t be disappointed.”

“Ga, Gangwoo….”

It was a strong liquor, over 40 proof. Heewoon looked up at Gangwoo fearfully. Gangwoo, frowning slightly, said in a warning tone.

“Don’t make me say it twice.”

“Okay, okay.”

Heewoon slowly brought the bottle to his lips. The nearly full bottle tilted at an angle. Watching Heewoon’s Adam’s apple move, Gangwoo sat on the edge of the desk.

“Huuu….”

The moment the alcohol went down, it made his nose sting. Heewoon, with his lips still on the mouth of the bottle, breathed harshly through his nose. He could feel the sensation of the alcohol going down from his throat to his stomach.

“Don’t take your lips off, keep drinking. It’s what you like.”

A voice mixed with a sharp laugh was heard. Heewoon squeezed his eyes shut and moved his Adam’s apple with difficulty. The bitter, strong liquid scratched at his insides.

“Ugh….”

He started to gag. The hand holding the bottle was trembling visibly. Alcohol that he could not swallow trickled down his chin.

Gulp, he swallowed another mouthful of alcohol. The burning sensation went up his nose. He felt like he was going to throw up at any moment.

Swallowing became more and more difficult. His stomach felt so hot, as if it had been burned. There was still no word from Seo Gangwoo, who was watching him with a cold gaze, to stop. Heewoon squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed the mouthful of alcohol.

“Cough—! Cough, hack…haah….”

He choked, and a cough burst out. Alcohol trickled down his chin. His vision, already hazy from coughing, was blurring. His head was getting heavy, and he was quickly becoming intoxicated. Every breath he took smelled of strong alcohol.