Midday Guest Chapter 61

Last night, once in the bathroom, once more against the wall while drying off… and once more with hands pressed against the bed…. Yiwon, cutting off the thoughts that kept continuing, spat out a foolish sound, and Cha Seokjoo let out a laugh before moving away.

“Was there anything to eat?”

“There was bread.”

“Was there.”

Cha Seokjoo poured coffee into a mug that looked exactly like Yiwon’s, then pulled out the stool across from Yiwon and sat down. He handed over a portion of butter and a jam as he spoke.

“Will that be enough for you?”

“Yes.”

Yiwon was about to spread the butter and take a bite but hesitated. He felt that eating alone was impolite. Seeing him sitting at the table, Yiwon wondered if he might want to eat together.

“Um… would you like to eat with me?”

Cha Seokjoo, who had been staring blankly down, lifted his gaze. Expressionless as if deep in thought, he pulled out a plate and pushed it toward Yiwon.

“Let’s do that, then.”

As Yiwon was about to spread the jam, he asked once more just in case.

“Should I spread it for you?”

“Give it to me however you eat yours.”

Half butter, half jam. He spread it exactly half-and-half and shared the toast.

“Thank you for the meal.”

After giving his greetings, he took a big bite. He had taken the bread out of the freezer and toasted it, but it tasted as delicious as freshly baked bread. To say hunger was the best sauce would be an understatement; the bread had practically been reborn. It was thanks to the toaster and butter that had brought the dead bread back to life.

“You eat well.”

“It’s because it’s delicious.”

“Right, now that I think about it, you were the type who eats well enough to even make sure you have breakfast.”

Yiwon, thinking back to the time he lived with Cha Seokjoo in Yonggung-ri, put down his half-finished toast and gripped his mug. Come to think of it, excluding the first day, he had no memory of seeing him eat anything in the morning.

“Don’t you eat breakfast, Director?”

“Usually, I don’t.”

“Surely you don’t skip dinner too, do you?”

“I eat dinner.”

I should eat dinner with him from now on. With that thought, he took another bite of the toast. Cha Seokjoo, who had been finishing his bread at a similar pace to Yiwon, quietly met his eyes.

“If there’s anything you want to eat, you can order delivery.”

“Pardon?”

“The app is installed, so order from there.”

Delivery—the moment he heard those words, a realization flashed through him. This was Seoul. As he sat there blinking, Cha Seokjoo motioned with his chin toward the living room table. A tablet that hadn’t been there yesterday was sitting on it.

“…Ah, I forgot for a moment.”

“I figured you would.”

In Yonggung-ri, the delivery fee alone averaged 20,000 won. To think he had moved from such a place to the middle of downtown Seoul. Naturally, he hadn’t even considered it.

Yiwon let out a laugh. Cha Seokjoo also curled his lips into a smile before fixing his gaze on Yiwon.

“But is it okay for me to use it?”

“You have a lot of worries for someone who goes around eating like a bird.”

Cha Seokjoo dismissed Yiwon’s concern with a single stroke. I definitely don’t think I eat like a bird; even Mister Oh Taesik said I eat well. It was while he was seriously contemplating this that Cha Seokjoo, who had emptied his plate before he knew it, asked Yiwon.

“What are you doing today?”

“I’m going to look into returning to school and try visiting the campus. I thought it would be good to see it once before the semester starts.”

“Alright.”

Yiwon stuffed the remaining toast into his mouth all at once and asked him.

“What about you, Director?”

“Me? I have to go to work.”

“…Ah. What time do you head out?”

“When I go to the main office, I leave the house at 8:00. You?”

“I’m going to try to head out right after I wash up.”

“You’re leaving early.”

“…Yes, well….”

Yiwon, who had been answering thoughtlessly, slowly lowered his gaze and cleared his throat. Because the current situation—mixing bodies until dawn, waking up in the morning to eat together, and sharing today’s schedule—felt unfamiliar and ticklish at the same time.

He had thought he would be alone while preparing to return to school, that he would be busy adjusting, and that he would be overwhelmed by another beginning. To think he was in a situation where they were asking about each other’s daily routines instead.

“Should I give you a ride?”

“Pardon?”

“You said you’re going to school. You’re going to Hankuk University, aren’t you?”

“Yes, that’s right. That is the case, but.”

“Let’s go wash up, then.”

“But you said you were going to work.”

“It’s on the way anyway.”

“Uh….”

He should have said it was fine. But Yiwon had already stepped down from the stool, and his heart was racing toward the bathroom. This atmosphere of going to work side-by-side. He truly felt like he had stepped into the life of an adult.

As he stood there blankly, soaked in sentiment, Cha Seokjoo raised one eyebrow and continued.

“Is it too early? If you’re going to leave later, take one of the cars in the garage.”

“A car…?”

“The keys are at the entrance. You can use any of them.”

Yiwon’s expression turned troubled.

“I don’t have a license.”

“…….”

Cha Seokjoo furrowed his brow with an expression that said he couldn’t understand.

“What were you doing without even getting a license?”

I was busy paying back debt. He swallowed those words.

“I’m going to get one now….”

“Register before you return to school. You’ll be busy again once classes start.”

Yiwon nodded obediently. There was nothing wrong with what he said. There is a set time that is good for getting a license: right after the college entrance exam. If you miss this period, it keeps getting pushed back; he had seen several sunbaes crying about how they had missed the timing and now it was a big deal because they had no time to get a license.

“So, what are you going to do? Should I give you a ride, or not?”

“Please give me a ride.”

“Then go. If you dawdle, you’ll be late.”

“Yes.”

He answered quickly and stacked the empty dishes. There wasn’t much washing to do, and he intended to finish it immediately. As he set them in the sink and looked for dish soap, Cha Seokjoo came over, wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and turned him around.

“You don’t have to worry about housework. Someone will come to tidy up.”

It seemed this was why the house was so clean. However, it still felt early; why did it feel like he was in such a rush?

The thoughts continuing in his head immediately found an answer in the sound that followed.

“Follow me. Let’s get one out before we go.”

Yiwon, being led to the second floor by Cha Seokjoo’s hand, lifted his head and asked.

“Pardon?”

“I’m busy, hurry up and follow me.”

Yiwon, for the first time, wondered if he would be able to handle this man.

Fortunately, a full-blown tumble didn’t happen from the morning. It was just a matter of holding each other’s genitals while showering and getting one out lightly…. Lightly, can it even be described as lightly?

After contemplating for a moment, Yiwon decided to define it that way. In any case, everything appeared as much as one made up their mind, and Yiwon was clearly enjoying this situation right now.

Yiwon, who finished getting ready first, sat on the couch with a view of the dressing room and watched Cha Seokjoo. After coming out of the shower, he was in the middle of preparing for work.

He took out his phone to check the time. 7:25 AM. So going to work is the same in the gangster world. Thinking that made him feel somewhat close to him. It felt like there was nothing particularly different compared to other companies.

Cha Seokjoo’s disciplined lifestyle, his public title. These things lowered his guard. To the point where emotions were growing and making him look at him.

Yiwon, who still hadn’t escaped the lingering afterglow of the ejaculation, folded his knees up on the couch and rested his chin on his hands, taking in the sight of Cha Seokjoo moving.

The sight of him drying his hair with a towel, the sight of him using the hairdryer, and even the sight of him entering the dressing room wearing a robe.

His appearance while preparing for work was both unfamiliar and somehow piqued his interest, so he had been watching him continuously. Taking out one of the white shirts packed tightly in the closet, he glanced at Yiwon and asked.

“Are you done already?”

“…Yes.”

He was choosing a tie, dressed in a black suit over a white shirt that fell smoothly without a single wrinkle. Although he usually wore suits well, it was the first time he had put on such formal attire.

“That was fast.”

Then, he suddenly held up a tie in each hand and asked.

“Pick one for me. Which one should I go with?”

In his left hand was a black tie, and in his right was a dark gray tie with diagonal stitching.

“…Uh.”

Forget ties, he had never even worn a suit once. And Jung Yiwon was a fashion terrorist, as certified by Shin Heeyoung.

Which one is better? While worrying, a saying Shin Heeyoung had told him one day popped into his head. If you don’t know, just picking black gets you halfway there.

“The black one.”

“The baby has classic taste.”

“You can go with the other one.”

“No, you picked well.”

By the time he was wrapping the tie under the shirt collar fastened to the top, Yiwon found himself watching blankly.

It seemed that even neat clothing couldn’t hide a person’s aura. From the clear features revealed by his swept-back hair to his sharp profile, an erotic atmosphere overflowed even with his clothes fully on.

He feels similar whether he’s wearing clothes or not. No. Is it because he’s wearing clothes that it feels more that way…?

Yiwon, who was tossing out rising thoughts randomly, met the eyes of Cha Seokjoo as he approached while tightening his tie, and he swallowed hard.

With the suit jacket and even a coat. Fully dressed, he seemed like a completely different person. Seeing him like that, it felt like Yiwon could understand in what sense Cha Seokjoo called him “baby.”

“…….”