Double-Piece

Seok-ju looked at the skinny boy with anxious eyes. His pale skin was covered in marks of his own. The bite marks and lip marks were so thick that it made you wonder if he had been trying to eat the boy because he was hungry. And the handprints, the skin that had been scratched by friction, and the swollen eyelids clearly showed that he had been handled carelessly.

Seok-ju, who had realized his own sins to that point, bowed his head deeply.

“You crazy kid… … .”

It’s not even a hundred percent. You catch a guy who refuses to have sex with you and forcefully put your dick in him. Even though I’m a dog, there’s a limit. This guy must be crazy.

Myungjin’s eyes widened at Seokju’s self-deprecation.

“Huh? Who? This kid? What did this kid do to you, hyung?”

Myungjin glared at Ajin while shaking his hips. He was about to snap Ajin’s neck. With those broad hands, Ajin would be a corpse in less than a minute.

“No, no.”

Seok-ju pushed Myung-jin’s shoulder and pushed her away. Then he pulled the quilt that was lying carelessly nearby and covered A-jin’s naked body. The stained body disappeared from sight. However, A-jin’s naked body was still lingering in front of Seok-ju’s eyes.

“… … .”

Myungjin saw the scene but didn’t say anything. He didn’t ask her why she was hugging a man when she always did, whether she spent the night with him, or whether that was why she slept until now.

In any case, if Seok-ju was safe and he slept well after not being able to sleep for several days, that was enough. It didn’t matter if he killed a few male prostitutes to help him sleep.

Myungjin moved his horse’s head while scratching his chin, which was covered in protruding scars.

“It’s raining cats and dogs again today, so it might be difficult to go to Jongno. What should I do?”

“Just rest.”

“Yes. The factory behind the house is still running.”

“okay.”

Seok-ju answered every question without fail, but he couldn’t take his eyes off A-jin’s side profile that was peeking out from under the blanket. When Myeong-jin saw that, he realized that it was time for him to get out of the way.

A gangster can survive for a long time only if he is good at two things: standing in line well. And being good at reading the mood. Fighting and using a knife are secondary. Myungjin was good at both and got to where he is now.

Myeongjin asked, getting up as if he was going to leave.

“Shall we have dinner in the room?”

“uh.”

Seok-ju nodded once. Myung-jin said he would come in soon and was about to leave Seok-ju’s room. Just as he opened the door and stepped outside, Seok-ju called out to him in a low voice.

“Myungjin.”

“Yes, brother.”

“Bring me two bowls of rice. Here… … to eat together.”

Myungjin looked at the ‘here’ he was talking about. A small human being who was sticking to Seokju’s side and breathing colorfully. A human being whose existence was so insignificant and small that he wondered if he was the one who lived in this house. That insignificant person ended up having to eat with the highest person in this house.

Myungjin was puzzled, but didn’t ask any more questions. He just bowed.

“… … Yes, brother.”

Seok-ju wrapped A-jin in a blanket and took a shower first. He needed to organize his thoughts. He had some vague memories of last night. As he recalled each and every one of them, he became even angrier.

Why on earth did she do that? She had never been interested in men in her entire life. She couldn’t understand the train of thought that made her want to have sex with Ajin the moment she saw her.

Is it because of that mysteriously pretty face like the night sky? Or am I captivated by that face?

No, but that’s true. His face alone couldn’t explain why he kept poking around in her asshole until late at night.

“Anyway, what’s certain is that I’m crazy… … .”

Seok-ju sneered as he buttoned up his shirt. No matter how much of a dick-wielding bastard he was, he had never raped someone who said no to him. That was a completely different crime from butchering a person and beheading them.

Isn’t rape something that only good-for-nothing men, men with no male charm, or idiots who have sold their lives for lust do?

Seok-ju slammed the closet door shut. Then he turned around and looked down at A-jin, who was buried in the blanket.

“… … .”

What should he do now? He was wondering, so he went into the bathroom with a round towel. He soaked it in it, wrung it out, and began to gently wipe Ajin’s body, which was soaked in all sorts of liquids.

I let out a deep sigh as I looked at the marks on my slender body. Ah-jin’s eyes fluttered. Seok-ju, startled, quickly pulled his hand away. I wished Ah-jin hadn’t woken up. I didn’t want to face my own mistakes.

But, unlike the wind, Ajin slowly opened her eyes.

It was a feast. Dried pollack soup with so much fish meat that it seemed like it had been made with a whole dried pollack. White rice. Refreshingly fermented kimchi. Sweet and salty braised short ribs. Stir-fried anchovies. Garlic chive salad. And two pieces of tteokgalbi.

If it were normal, I would have been busy fiddling with my spoon, wondering if this was a dream or reality. They say that in Korea these days, no one goes hungry or worries about meals, but that didn’t apply to Ajin.

But today, my throat was so rough that I couldn’t swallow rice. This isn’t a metaphor to describe how I feel, it was real. I moaned so much all night, and my pants were so wet and hard that I had my mouth full of them. My tongue, lips, and corners of my mouth felt rough as if I was biting sandpaper.

So I was just stirring the broth.

He was very arrogant and rude in front of the dinner table, but no one scolded him. That was because Seok-ju was the only one sitting with him. If Kkotnim was there, she would have hit him on the back of the head and the back, saying that he didn’t know how precious food was, and that he would have eaten everything yesterday.

“It doesn’t taste good?”

Seok-ju, who was stirring the soup following A-jin, asked casually. A-jin shook her head with her mouth tightly shut. It must be delicious. It was made by Kkotnim. Even mud turned into ribs when it passed through her hands.

“But why aren’t you eating?”

“It’s just… … . My mouth hurts… … .”

“… … .”

At those words, Seok-ju shut his mouth tightly. Then he scraped his tongue down the roof of his mouth. He knew full well that the reason Ah-jin’s mouth was sore was because of him.

Seok-ju took A-jin’s rice bowl. He spilled it over the soup bowl. When you don’t have an appetite, the best thing to do is to mix rice in hot soup like this and take a spoonful with kimchi. That’s why it’s like that. A-jin opened her eyes wide and sighed deeply as she put down her spoon.

“I… … don’t like eating rice with soup… … . It makes me feel full quickly… … .”

“Oh, really? Then eat mine.”

Seok-ju quickly swapped A-jin’s bowl with mine. He also swapped her rice bowl. After that, it was quiet again.

Ajin awkwardly folded up the shirt that had fallen to the back of her hand. She had nothing to wear, so she received the shirt Seokju gave her and wore it. It didn’t fit her body or her mind. The texture was rough and wavy, and the size was too big. The clothes I usually wore were made by cutting up leftover straw.

Ajin reached for the tteokgalbi with her chopsticks. Then Seokju quickly pushed the tteokgalbi plate toward Ajin. Even though it was a small table, there was no place that Ajin could not reach.

Ah-jin looked so awkward and strange. I don’t know why Seok-ju is doing this to me. But it’s better than being kicked out naked as soon as I open my eyes in the morning…

Ajin, who had her nose bleed, continued eating very slowly. Normally, she would have gulped down her food like a crab closing its eyes. But her throat was so sore that it was hard to swallow food. She was eating the precious tteokgalbi, melting it in her mouth, but it was a little sad. She couldn’t even touch the kimchi, for fear that it would get stuck in her throat and make her cough.

In the end, I ended up eating rice mixed with soup. My throat was like a rag, but I didn’t know when I would be able to have a meal like this again. I had to eat while I could. It didn’t matter if I got hungry early or not.

And as I took a spoonful of the rice grains floating in the soup, tears fell.

This situation was so sad. I felt like a piece of shit, having been treated like that and still having to sit on the table and eat my food, feeling sorry for wasting it.

Whether Seok-ju is the CEO or a gangster, I should at least punch him in the face. I should have been swearing even if I got hit while kicking him. Why am I doing this because I’m just missing out on some buk-eotguk and tteokgalbi?

A real idiot. An idiot. A smartass.

Ajin pursed her lips tightly, then released them, and diligently brought the spoon to her mouth. Then, she let out a sob.

Seok-ju’s broad shoulders trembled. The spoon fell from his hand and clattered loudly onto the bowl. Seok-ju quickly picked it up and placed it neatly next to the rice bowl.

Meanwhile, Ah-jin was shedding tears. Seok-ju was shaking his butt. I felt like I needed to comfort and console her, but I had no talent for that kind of thing, so it was difficult. Even if I opened my mouth, it seemed like all I could say was, “If you don’t want to lose, shut up,” or, “If I pull out your tongue, will it stop?”

Ajin rubbed her eyes with her sleeve. Seokju’s rolled-up shirt sleeve was soaked with tears. How pitiful and… … so beautiful.

Fuck, what the hell is that saying she’s pretty at this moment, I thought, but she really was pretty.

I was thinking to myself, “Was the white shirt I always wore really that pretty and sexy?” while the nagging kid sat in front of me. It was such a shameless thought that I was scared that someone would find out.

At that moment, Ajin looked up at Seokju. Her reddened eyes were revealed through her disheveled bangs.

“Boss… … . I, uh, ugh, I’m not a man… … .”

“Huh? Oh, no? … … I’m sorry. I’m sorry… … .”

“Huh… … . Ugh, huh… … .”

“I wasn’t in my right mind yesterday… … . I shouldn’t have… … . I should have looked into it more carefully… … .”

As he looked at Ajin, Seokju’s guilt grew heavier and heavier. At the same time, his lower body also became more erect. Seokju felt unfamiliar with himself and his breathing became suffocating. He had to slightly pull the table toward him in case he saw his erect dick.