CH 16.2

Yaba glanced at Yiseok who was driving. He had suddenly took off his mask and ran into Paradiso. When he returned after a while, he said that he had stopped by the bathroom, and he actually looked refreshed. Unless you were an idiot, anyone could tell that was a lie. Mask, Yaba’s bruised face, and Paradiso. He tried to infer the correlations with these three clues but he kept getting distracted and overloaded.

After that, after an argument, Yaba was forcibly taken to an oriental clinic. After steaming for about an hour, the swelling and bruising were noticeably reduced but he didn’t make eye contact with Cha Yiseok in the car on the way to the villa. It was seven o’clock when they arrived at the villa. After parking in the garage, Cha Yiseok asked abruptly.

“What about medicine?”

“Already ate.”

Yaba answered firmly. Luckily, he took his drug in advance. He didn’t want to see him taking his pills again. Cha Yiseok held out his hand.

“Give me your medicine.”

“Why?”

“Hurry.”

He urged Yaba into taking the drug from his back pocket and placed it in Cha Yiseok’s hand. There was only one orange pill left in the 8-pack plastic tab. He crumpled the medicine packet with one hand and threw it out of the window.

“What are you doing? I still have… !”

Yaba opened the door to pick up what was mercilessly abandoned but his shoulders were then grabbed and forced to sit down. Cha Yiseok pulled something out of his jacket pocket and held it out. It was a brown case smaller than the palm of his hand.

“What?”

“A new antidepressant. It is much more effective than what you eat.”

“…”

Yaba stared at him and opened the brown case. Red crystals were arranged in a column divided into two rows, and they were the size of an oval-shaped little fingernail.

“I don’t like the color. There are no capsules.”

“It’s all like this these days. What you eat is old-fashioned and the aftereffects are also dirty. Just secretly throw away what the boss gives you in the future.”

He picked up a red pill and brought it to Yaba’s lips.

“Try it once. Come on, tongue.”

Yaba wrinkled his brow and clenched his lips. It had a strange name that was not in English, and the shape and color were unfamiliar. The man was a drug addict, so he probably knew about drugs. But moreover, he wasn’t sure if this was an antidepressant. What if he held a grudge when Yaba insisted he wasn’t going to the villa earlier? In fact, what if he didn’t go to Paradiso, but escaped through the back door to get poison? His heart started beating fast. Yaba looked at him with nervous eyes.

“Then you eat first.”

Cha Yiseok’s eyes narrowed. He turned his gaze away and threw a red pill into his mouth..

“Say ‘ah’.”

Yaba didn’t let his guard down yet, so he checked to see if he had finished the drug. Cha Yiseok meekly opened his mouth and showed his insides. After checking his tongue and every nook and cranny of his gums, Yaba relaxed a little. Cha Yiseok spread a pleasant laugh.

“One in the morning, two in the evening. It has a strong medicinal effect, so do not overdose.”

“Yes.”

Yaba gently nodded as he touched the medicine case. Suddenly, his eyes darkened with a dangerous color. It was the moment he was about to get out of the car, swept away by the silence that crushed his body. With a shadow over his head, Yaba’s lips were sucked into the damp place. Yaba swallowed his breath as he pushed his tongue out without any measures. A moan escaped as the sticky, tar-like tongue scraped the root of Yaba’s tongue and the roof of his mouth. The subtle taste of medicine melted silently into each other’s saliva.

For a long time, maybe it was a fleeting moment, his skin trembled at the gentle kiss. A slimy mass of flesh brushed his chin, and his hand slid into his shirt and wandered around rudely. Yaba took his hand that was groping his chunk of flesh and made his body stiff. The man clung to Yaba’s tongue, biting and leaving. Each other’s slanted breaths entangled on the drooping saliva.

“It’s the payment for the drug.”

He muttered to his lips.

———

“Do I look like a joke?!”

As soon as they entered the room, the flower pots that flew shattered onto the wall. Cha Myunghwan shook his evil body. Yaba even lost the will to retort. It was because Cha Myunghwan’s appearance was terrible. The sound of breathing was like a spider’s web on the verge of breaking off. His skin close to earth color, his wrists like thin leather, and sunken eyes were like fish on the verge of decay. He was like an old man begging for medicine. Cha Myunghwan’s eyes were furious as Cha Yiseok sat down on a chair near the bed.

“What kind of attitude did you have earlier? How can you hang up the phone like that?!”

“I was momentarily startled by the sudden stop of the car in front.”

“But to hang up the phone like that?”

“Didn’t you hear? I was startled for a while.”

Cha Yiseok’s eyes curved. The decorated smile was eerie. Cha Myunghwan also flashed his eyes and tried to protect his authority as the older brother. A stiff air flowed between the two brothers. Although Cha Myunghwan had a high rank, he seemed to be under the food chain like a small snake in front of an anaconda. And it was Cha Myunghwan who avoided his eyes first. He bit his lip and spoke in a softer voice.

“It’s annoying to come here so irregularly every time. I’d rather set the exact date.”

“You two worked it out.”

Cha Yiseok raised his eyebrows and said something ambiguous.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Come every two days.”

“It is difficult. It’s hard to find time these days because I’m busy with work.”

“So I told you to let me pick him up. Answer me. Wouldn’t that be convenient for you too?”

“I don’t want to. I’d rather you tell me to die.”

At Yaba’s cold reply, Cha Myunghwan’s eyebrows trembled. He ​​escaped from Paradiso’s hell for a while, but it was terrible to imagine singing alone with Cha Myunghwan. Cha Yiseok said while wiping his lips with his index finger as if lost in thought.

“Then we can do it once every four days. There are a lot of people looking for Cocaine too, so we can’t occupy him.”

“You don’t know what honor it is to set foot here… Fine. It can’t be helped.”

Cha Myunghwan looked at Yaba, wiping the skin that was barely attached.

“Sing quickly. What are you going to sing for me today?”

The last words were very irritating, but Yaba spat out.

“The Phantom of the Opera, Schubert’s Death and the Maiden.”

“Well then. You’re not getting mad anymore.”

Cha Myunghwan picked up a piece of paper from the simple table and threw it on the edge of the bed.

“I made a list. It’s good that I want to hear you sing, right? Try singing from there first today.”

Yaba approached and unfolded the paper. In it, about 20 arias were listed. For the most part, most of them were bright and hopeful songs, and disgusting to say the least. As he had felt before, Cha Myunghwan seemed to have an above-average interest in music. Yaba tore the paper to pieces without hesitation. Cha Myunghwan’s eyes narrowed.

“What are you doing?!”

“Is this the time for you to jot down something like this? Look back at your life at least once in your spare time.”

“You… !”

Cha Myunghwan’s eyes shook and strained his voice.

“If I tell you to do it, do it.”

“No.”

“Do it.”

“No.”

“I’m sensitive today, so it would be better not to annoy me.”

At Cha Myunghwan’s threat, Yaba let out a short breath.

“Now, even beggars are being picky. I’m also in a bad mood yesterday and today, so don’t add to it.”

“Are you really going to come to your senses only when you are buried alive on the ground?”

“Ah, so are we going to meet in the dirt soon?”

Cha Myunghwan stared at him with terrifying eyes, and Yaba responded sternly. Then, Cha Myunghwan’s eyes radiated a strange light.

“Hey, take off your mask.”

At that moment, the tip of Cha Yiseok’s lips froze. Cha Myunghwan did not realize the fact and pulled his body forward.

“Aren’t you going to take it off?”

Cha Yiseok put one arm on the sofa and interlocked his hand with the other. And he looked at Yaba slowly. A terrifying light stood in the eyes that were on top of the smile. The light rushed in, biting the ugly face under the mask. Cha Yiseok was fully prepared to laugh at Yaba when he took off his mask. Bugs crawled up from Yaba’s cheeks and eyelids and roamed over his flesh. Yaba shoved his finger through the gap in the mask and scratched his cheek.

“No.”

Cha Myunghwan said.

“Can’t you just take it off for a while, show your face and put it on again? Just looking at that mask makes my stomach swell and I need to see what you look like.”

“I said no.”

Yaba’s voice became as sharp as his eyes.

“It’s a store rule not to show your face.”

“Right?” Yiseok raised his eyebrows and asked Yaba. Cha Myunghwan shed a sneer.

“Why? Is your face messed up like the Phantom?”

At that moment, Yaba slapped Cha Myunghwan fiercely. Handprints quickly appeared on the darkened skin. Cha Myunghwan had a bewildered look on his face. This time, even Yiseok looked quite surprised. Yaba squeezed his hand until it broke. He wanted to grab the needle from Cha Myunghwan’s forearm and stab it in his eyeball.

“From now on, don’t open your mouth. Hearing your voice is as annoying as seeing your face.”

Yaba knew all the ways to kill people without knowing it, and was still in the process of putting them into practice. Adding one more target wouldn’t make a difference. Against expectation that his eyes would roll over and attack, Cha Myunghwan brushed his cheek and said in a grave tone.

“Can’t you take it off for a while? I am really curious.”

It was a voice and eyes that sounded like it was on the verge of vomiting. Yaba closed his mouth tightly and just stared at him coldly.

“You must be pretty ugly.”

Cha Myunghwan murmured and added.

“Fine. Then, sing the Phantom of the Opera first.”

As there was a bitter silence, Cha Myunghwan rolled his eyes and glanced at Yaba. He said sternly and hastily.

“Ah, alright. I made a mistake, so just sing quickly.”

Thanks to Cha Myunghwan’s curiosity, and Cha Yiseok’s strange reaction, Yaba was in a foul mood. Anyway, he couldn’t create miracles with his songs, but it was funny to see him clinging to it like that. Cha Myunghwan was like an earthworm twisting his body on the soil on a sunny day. There was a want to destroy it by trampling on what it’s struggling to live… Yaba swallowed the rage that was rushing out of his throat. He ignored Cha Myunghwan’s words and sang Schubert’s “Death and the Maiden”. The girl, who did not want to be ruled by death, screamed in fear.

Vorueber! ach, vorueber! Geh, wilder Knochenmann!

Pass by, ah, pass by! Away, cruel Death!

Ich bin noch jung, geh, Lieber! Und ruehre mich nicht an.

I am still young; leave me, dear one and do not touch me.

Death tempts the girl to death. Eternal rest is only death.

Gib deine Hand, du schoen und zart Gebild Bin Freund und komme nicht zu strafen.

Give me your hand, you lovely, tender creature. I am your friend, and come not to chastise.

Sei guten Muts! Ich bin nicht wild. Sollst sanft in meinen Armen schlafen.

Be of good courage. I am not cruel; you shall sleep softly in my arms…

Cha Yiseok slumped his body along the wet curves that drew the senses. Cha Myunghwan also fell into the sound space created by Yaba. He closed his eyelids and inhaled that his chest bulged. It was like sucking in a drug through your nose, as if leading it to a deep space and storing it full. When he moved on to the “Phantom of the Opera”, Yaba’s eyes changed.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came

that voice which calls to me, and speaks my name

Those who have seen your face draw back in fear

I am the mask you wear…

A voice with yin and yang exuded a selfish viciousness in Christine’s verse. Innocent and slender Christine was recreated by Yaba. In the Phantom’s verse, the spectrum of madness was radiated to the extreme. The melody that Yaba made, and the guy’s voice sucked and licked Cha Yiseok’s ear and caressed it lasciviously. The curves of the obscene body, the lips and tongue that the lyrics roll around, and the eyes with the angles slightly peeking out through the mask stimulated the voyeurism of all the men. Cha Yiseok’s blood rushed to the center and started becoming erect as he kept an eye on the wild cat.

Haa… Cha Myunghwan licked his lips with his tongue and let out a groan. The eyes fixed on Yaba were hazy as if they had entered into a sex foreplay. Cha Yiseok gritted his molars like a warning sound, enduring the desire to stab Cha Myunghwan’s ear hole with a heated iron skewer. Yaba’s song reached its climax. Cha Myunghwan’s eyes filled with excitement. The more he did it, the more his life coiled like a snake around Cha Yiseok’s bottom.

It was like… It was like putting Cha Yiseok’s penis and Cha Myunghwan’s penis into Yaba’s hole and driving them together.

t/n: lol the writer’s descriptions are so unhinged sometimes