CH 7.7

Yeon Woojeong patted the man on the back a couple of times, then detached himself.

“How long has it been? Don’t be a stranger.”

“Alright. Congratulations.”

“Thank you. Eat before you go. Heemang and the others have arrived earlier.”

“Okay. Take care.”

Yeon Woojeong seemed dry to call them friends. However, it also didn’t suit him to smile softly like that man.

Yeon Woojeong gave the congratulatory money, then he came back and put his hand on my back.

“Let’s go in.”

The venue wasn’t that wide. The seats were full, and there were people standing at the sidelines. We headed there.

“Hey, Yeon Woojeong!”

A standing woman waved her hand to us. I glanced at Yeon Woojeong. The smiling face was just like usual. The woman looked Yeon Woojeong’s age or younger.

“Long time no see.”

“I thought you didn’t come because you were late.”

“You should have called me. I almost forgot to come.”

“My. Are you bragging?”

It seemed like this woman was his friend too. It was amazing since it was the first time I saw Yeon Woojeong with his friends. He greeted the woman and the man next to the woman in turn.

“A precious person in this kind of humble place. It’s my honor to see you?”

The man, who wore a sulky face since earlier, shook hands with Yeon Woojeong while giving a sarcastic remark. Is there a law that people who look like they were made of clay have to talk like that? It was so clearly drawn on his face that he didn’t like Yeon Woojeong.

“What do you mean by humble place? You can’t say that about a friend’s wedding venue.”

Flashing a smile, Yeon Woojeong persuaded the man with an overly kind tone. It was that annoying tone. I would get annoyed if it was I, who heard that, but since I was watching, I cheered for him. As expected, the man couldn’t hide his shaking.

“Okay, stop fighting, can’t you? It’s a good day, so don’t start a fight, okay, Kim Jihun?”

“Hey, you…!”

“But who’s this? He’s with you, right?”

The woman called Heemang looked at me and asked. Yeon Woojeong looked back at me, then wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“This is…”

He opened his mouth, then closed it back. He seemed to hesitate about how to introduce me. I had no one to introduce him to, but if someone asked about my relationship with Yeon Woojeong, it would be difficult to explain it in one word. Isn’t it enough for him to say I’m some kid he knows?

“My family.”

There was silence at Yeon Woojeong’s answer. I blinked my eyes absentmindedly at the unexpected word. Looking at me, Yeon Woojeong playfully bobbed his eyebrows.

Family. Did he say family?

I scratched my palms hard. His hand touched, then left my earlobe. I thought of the word he said over and over again. Can words have taste, too? Then, I’m sure it was very sweet.

“Huh? So he’s from that field? No wonder he looks like a young master.”

What does he mean by that field? Looking at how Yeon Woojeong stayed still, it seemed like it didn’t mean anything bad.

“Jang Heemang, Lee Yoonyoung, Kim Jihun. My friends.”

“… Hello.”

This time when I got introduced to his friends was awkward. Still, I didn’t want to give a bad impression, so I relaxed my expressions as far as I could and bowed my head.

“What’s your name?”

“Kim Jiho.”

“You have a beautiful name. High-schooler?”

“I’m twenty.”

As the host standing on the podium told the guests to sit down and be quiet because the ceremony is about to begin, the interest that had been pouring into me scattered away. I swallowed back a sigh, and Yeon Woojeong tapped my cheek. I looked back, and he smiled. I was nervous without knowing it, so I relaxed myself.

“Yeon Woojeong.”

“Hmm.”

“There’s still no good news, huh?”

Jang Heemang whispered and asked. Yeon Woojeong glanced at her and answered, “no” in a low voice.

“Tell me asap if there’s good news. Send the wedding invitation too.”

“Why are you overly nervous about my news?”

“You jerk. It’s because you look like you’ll get married out of nowhere.”

Marriage? Yeon Woojeong’s marriage. The mere thought of it made me uncomfortable.

I managed to relax my forehead, then I looked at Yeon Woojeong. He didn’t reply to her and only drew his unique smile. Soon, a man named Kim Sarang from earlier appeared along with the words that the groom would enter. Excitement was evident on his nervous and flushed face.

I erased the man, and tried to put Yeon Woojeong there. Yeon Woojeong with such a face? I couldn’t imagine it.

The man walked forward. Then, the bride in white dress appeared. Yeon Woojeong, wriggling his fingers as he looks at a faceless woman. It was something that could never happen in my head.

“They look good.”

“When will I get married?”

“That’s what I’m saying. Now everyone’s leaving one by one, but I’m the only one single.”

I heard the men behind me whispering. Now everyone’s leaving one by one. People get married when they reach a certain age. Will Yeon Woojeong do that too? If he meets someone and then gets married, then I.

He addressed me as his family. He is my guardian. So, such an unpleasant thing wouldn’t happen. If Yeon Woojeong someday brings in a woman and says he will get married, then I will tell everything to that woman. About how many… how many Yeon Woojeong did it with me, and how he was in pleasure under me. I will ruin everything.

Controlling the bad mood by attacking my fingers, I watched the wedding. The wedding ended earlier than I thought, but I had to wait for Yeon Woojeong taking pictures. I thought Yeon Woojeong wouldn’t bother to take pictures. While I waited for him, he took pictures, greeted his friends, then came back.

We went down to the restaurant. There was a lot of tasty-looking food. I was hungry because I skipped breakfast. When I returned to my seat with a plate full of everything that I could see, Yeon Woojeong was already seated. His were only a bowl of soup, salad, and steak. When I sat down, he looked at my plate and laughed.

“You’ll get even taller like this.”

“It amazes me that you’re tall, Mr. Yeon.”

“I was born with it.”

Yeon Woojeong smirked and took the spoon. When I picked up my chopsticks after scratching my ticklish ear, Yeon Woojeong’s friends sat next to us. The seat the man named Kim Jihun sat at was on my right side. Fortunately, it seemed like there wouldn’t be any case of his arm uncomfortably touching me while we ate.

“Yeon Woojeong. Since it’s been a while since we got together, we are planning to have a light drink after eating this. Would you like to join?”

“I’ll pass. I have an arrangement today.”

“Is that so? Then let’s meet someday.”

“Hey, forget it. Do you think such a busy person will join us?”

The man named Kim Jihun meddled in again. As if this wasn’t something new, Jang Heemang closed her eyes and shook her head.

“It is said that the office changes the man. He has gotten very occupied since he became a prosecutor.”

As someone who watched him next to his side, Yeon Woojeong was really busy. Furthermore, if it was me, I wouldn’t meet my friends regardless if I didn’t want to see that bastard’s face. The others told him to stop, but no one stopped him actively. Everyone looked tired as though this kind of situation often happened.

Yeon Woojeong cut the steak nonchalantly like he didn’t listen to his bullshit. It seemed like that action of his aggravated the man more. Though it wasn’t his fault at all.

“Sarang is getting married, but what’s the old man doing? Well, why would he come when it’s not the wedding of the great Yeon Woojeong?”

“Mr. Seok would surely congratulate him in his own way. And don’t worry. I won’t get married, so Mr. Seok won’t come.”

If it’s Mr. Seok, then it must be the man I saw at that time. Do all these people also know him? He’s not just saying that he’s not going to get married, is he? I quietly looked around, and Yeon Woojeong put the piece of meat he cut onto my plate. When our eyes met for a moment, his eyes curved.

The man was quiet for a while. I felt he scanned my face and outfit, but I ignored him. I’m really annoyed by bastards who spew out bullshit in front of food. I wanted to shove their faces to the plate.

I ate meat cut by Yeon Woojeong. It wasn’t tough and tender.

“Does it suit you?”

“Mhm.”

Gaze swarmed from the sides. I had no idea why he stared at me instead of eating. When I finished chewing the meat, Yeon Woojeong took out his phone from his inner pocket. He took a look at his phone, then stood up.