CH 32

“Even with me, I don’t know if Baek-sun will come home or not.”

“He will come if you’re there. Do you really want me to say this with my mouth?”

He looked back at him, a little angry.

Han Cha-soo suddenly realized that the brothers in this world, or at least some older brothers, were crazy.

‘I’m glad I don’t have an older brother.’

I don’t have an older brother, I don’t have parents, but I know something. At least it was better than having a brother like that.

Han Cha-soo crossed his arms and looked out the window.

“I can’t stay long.”

“That’s something you have to shut up about.”

Baek-dam smirked.

Han Cha-soo let out a deep sigh.

“Come in.”

Han Cha-soo frowned as he walked behind Baek-dam.

He thought it was a normal, spacious house, but instead it’s strangely tall, the hallways were narrow and long.

The kind that makes you want to walk away.

“Ah.”

But when they reach the end of the corridor, the feeling changes.

Suddenly, an open space appears, and sunlight pours down on them from the skylight.

Han Cha-soo is awestruck.

The house looked more like a pious religious institution than a living space.

“You can use the second floor.”

Baek-dam pointed to the stairs. Han Cha-soo stared at the narrow path leading upward and shook his head.

“Isn’t the second floor for Baek-sun?”

Baek-dam looked back at him as if to ask how he knew that. Han Cha-soo shrugged.

“When I was in the hospital, I saw his face almost every day, so I heard about it.”

He told him many other stories about his school days and memories with his friends.

Baek-dam wrinkled the bridge of his nose.

“Are you bragging about your friendship with Sun?”

“I’m not a child, why would I do such a childish thing?”

I rolled my eyes in exasperation, but… right. I was actually kind of annoyed that I’d been dragged this far.

So what are you going to do. He says his beloved brother loves him so much.

Han Cha-soo decided to be shameless.

Why can’t I. The original Han Cha-soo had sins with the other two S-rank. But to Baek-dam he is too innocent to be caught.

But the answer he got back was terrible.

“Han Chasoo-ssi.”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to go back to the hospital?”

He ordered his discharge, how could he not order his admission. The way he looked at himself said it.

“I’ll go wash up and get dressed.”

Han Cha-soo meekly headed for the stairs.

“Where is Han Cha-soo?”

Ki Tae-yeon asked after returning from an emergency dispatch. His face was tired as he leaned against the door of his quarters.

“What? Who?”

“Car? Did you get a car from somewhere?”

Those who gathered in the night shift room and played board games in twos and threes raised their heads. Judging by their dumbfounded expressions, they didn’t know.

Ki Tae-yeon swiped at his face. He’s already sleepy, but all the guys down there are so stupid that’s why….

He looked around the room and strode over.

“Kyuhyuk.”

“Yea, yes? uh, me?”

“You must know.”

I wonder if I’m saying stupid things too much.

Ki Tae-yeon bemoaned his own generosity and leveled his subordinate’s vision with his own.

“Kyu-hyuk. Our deputy, Lee Kyu-hyuk.”

“Cough, gasp… s, sir. D, don’t say that!”

“You asshole, why are you acting like you don’t know.”

“What the hell…”

“You’re the one in charge of Han Cha-soo, why don’t you know where he went?”

“Huh? Didn’t the safety management department contact you?”

Ki Tae-yeon’s face contorted. Flustered, Lee Kyu-hyuk spoke quickly.

“Han Chasoo-ssi woke up two hours ago, and the Safety Management Department came to check on him. They said they’d check on his guardian and contact you separately.”

Ki Tae-yeon ruffled his hair. His sharp face was streaked with incontinence.

“I haven’t heard from him.”

“What? Oh, really.”

Deputy Lee’s eyes went blank. The corner of Ki Tae-yeon’s mouth twitched upward.

There was only one place that can pull a prank like this on the Crisis Management Office.

“Thanks to this deputy, we’ve gotten one over on the security office.”

The Awakening Management Bureau’s Centralized Security Office. It was a late bloomer, created to overcome the Crisis Management Office.

They were also a bunch of assholes who put themselves on the line by carrying the head of the department on their backs.

“Ugh….”

“Go get a car. And find out where the assholes in the security office are now.”

“Yes!”

Ki Tae-yeon sighed as he watched his men scurry off.

Those who drank his blood sometimes suffered side effects. Although it’s not a very serious side effect….

“I don’t want to see another two-meter fish.”

Ki Tae-yeon’s eyes were quite serious as he left his quarters.

Han Cha-soo, who had just come down from washing up, was wide-eyed.

“Go sit down.”

Baek-dam was busily carrying plates by himself. All of them were steaming, and all of them looked like they had just been made.

‘Did he do it himself?’

It was amazing to see Baek-dam cooks by himself.

He looked like he couldn’t even touch a drop of water to his fingertips, let alone cook.

“Can I help you?”

I asked, just sitting there, and he laughed.

“You don’t mean to tell me to leave the dishes with a guy who can’t even buckle his own belt, do you think I’m crazy?”

“…No.”

“Well, tell me when your head isn’t spinning, because brains aren’t my area.”

With that quick and cold diagnosis, Baek-dam disappeared back into the kitchen.

‘That’s a mean way to talk.’

But from the tone of his voice, I could tell he was being considerate, though it was more about avoiding annoyance than consideration.

Come to think of it, that’s what happened in the hospital.

Gray eyes slowly scanned the past.

‘Yeah, the time I threw up… blood.’

When I triggered a bunch of skills to see if I could sneak out of the hospital. The penalty was a lot of blood, and Baek-dam was there at the right time.

I still get goosebumps when I think about the silence. Luckily, instead of calling for doctors, Baek-dam just stared at him dead in the face.

Anyway, even then, Baek-dam was kind. He was willing to clean up the blood on the floor instead of himself.

“Hmm….”

I guess that means he’s a healer after all.

Han Cha-soo glanced across at Baek-dam, who was busily flipping something in the kitchen.

His flaxen hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and cooking was his passion.

He’s glad that baek-sun was glad to be home. Han Cha-soo was a little tired of the incomprehensible brotherhood.

If Baek-sun brings home a lover, there will be a bloodbath. He thought to himself.

‘Come to think of it, it’s not Baek-sun that brings a lover, it’s Baek-dam, right?’

In the original story, there was a woman who had a romance with him. The main character was Jung Yiheon, so she wasn’t given much importance.

‘It was a chance encounter…. Well, I think she said she met Baek-dam when he was depressed, and she comforted him.’

When I thought about it, I felt an eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach.

At the beginning of the novel, Baek-dam, who participated in Han Cha-soo’s revenge, disappears at some point, and in the middle and later part of the novel, she appears with her lover and helps Jung Yiheon.

Why did she disappear?

‘I killed Han Cha-soo but I couldn’t get over the loss of my brother….’

Oh, this extra villain has really ruined several characters. Han Cha-soo clicked his tongue as he remembered the original.

“Ha….”

At least Baek-sun wasn’t going to die now. No, wait.

‘If that happens, Baek-dam won’t be able to meet her lover, right?’

Han Cha-soo wondered if it was okay to ruin someone’s love life like this.

“Eat.”

He heard the sound of dishes being set down. The next thing he knew, Baek-dam was sitting across from him.

“I didn’t know what you’d like, so I just made it up as I went along. Tell me if you can’t eat anything.”

He untied his headband and his long hair rippled down his back. He was a handsome man.

‘Even though I don’t have a girlfriend….’

I felt guilty for a moment.

Han Cha-soo was mesmerized by the feast of food on the table.

What on earth did he put in it and how did they make it look and smell like this?

Even the food brought by Geum Myeong-yeol’s men was not of this caliber. Han Cha-soo picked up his cutlery, feeling a deep stirring in his heart.

He paused for a moment, glanced at Baek-dam, and said.

“…Thank you.”

I thanked graciously. Kidnapping is bad, but giving food is not.

The corners of Baek-dam’s mouth twitched upward as he ate eagerly.

“Oh….”

“Wrap it in the herbs next to you.”

“You mean like this?”

“You don’t usually call beef herbs.”

The meal was quite enjoyable. It helped that I decided to enjoy it.

‘It’s only until Baek-sun comes anyway.’

And judging by Baek-dam’s attitude, it wouldn’t be long.

‘Think of it as coming to the house of the neighbor who’s obsessed with his brother.’

I didn’t have a brother next door like that in my life, but it’s a good analogy.

With that neat self-rationalization out of the way, Han Cha-soo ate the red-sauced meat.

He had emptied half a bowl of white rice. A cheerful bell rang after a long time.

Ding―Dong

“Wait a minute.”

Baek-dam, who had been looking at him with a kindly smile, rose to his feet. He heard distant footsteps and let out a low breath.

He was about to finish his meal when he heard an irritated voice.

“Are you kidding me? Cut the crap and get out of here before I tear you limb from limb and glue you back together.”

My heart sank as I remembered the original.