CH 18.2
“Whew…”
Cha Yiseok pressed his nose bridge to relieve the fatigue in his eyes. The Brains, hit by work for several days, fell on the sofa in the living room and the floor. He cleared the pile of papers on the table and found a cigarette. Looking at the investment structure graph full of laptops, he remembered the meeting with the boss of Paradiso yesterday with his head.
No matter how much the boss asked for, he would have willingly paid it up. Surely it would have been fine. Yaba wasn’t a healer, he was just troublesome for the shop. Nevertheless, the boss rejected his tempting proposal. And It wasn’t a hasty attempt to raise the amount of shares he was offered before. Kang Giha sincerely had no intention of letting Yaba go. Then there was only one reason.
Cha Yiseok grabbed his phone while rubbing the stiff nape of his neck. He checked the missed call half-heartedly and threw it back on the table. As he tapped on the keyboard, he recalled a number he had just dialed and picked up the phone again. He quickly lowered the number on the screen with his thumb, then stopped in one place.
[010-666-4444]
Cha Yiseok narrowed his eyes and poked his cigarette filter. There was no straightforward explanation. Why this number strangely caught his attention. He tapped the screen with his thumb and pressed the number. The beeping went on for a long time, but there was no receiver. He tried calling again. Meanwhile, Han Sungjae was staring at the kitchen entrance with coffee in both hands. Han Sungjae approached and held out a cup of coffee.
“What’s wrong?”
“What?”
Cha Yiseok asked with his eyes. Han Sungjae answered while lying on the sofa.
“You haven’t been paying attention throughout the meeting since before, and you always act like you’re somewhere else. Come to think of it, it’s strange that you haven’t taken any drugs these days? If there’s something hotter, why don’t we enjoy it together?”
Han Sungjae put the back of his hand on the corner of his nose and pretended to inhale powder. Cha Yiseok narrowed his eyes.
“Well. I have no intention of sharing it this time.”
“Yeah, if you get tired of it quickly, you’re going to hand it over to me, right? I’ll wait patiently.”
Cha Yiseok glared at Han Sungjae with sharp eyes. Han Sungjae smiled and took a sip of the coffee.
“Ah, did your sister-in-law call you a while ago and say something strange?”
“What?”
“After Cocaine came, that is, after Yabawi came, Myunghwan’s condition kept getting worse. She’s afraid of asking you about it. Why is she so self-conscious about her brother-in-law… Anyway, good luck cracking down on the boss of Paradiso. You can’t be relieved that he knows everything about this issue. By the way, there is no way that the boss would have participated barehanded, and how much did you pay him?”
“1% of my share.”
“You’re out of your mind. What did you pay that big amount for?”
Han Sungjae stuck his tongue out. Cha Yiseok replied.
“Because I get so much more than that. The boss is a guy with a smart head and a lot of guts for what he used to roll around in the back alley. But I’m thinking of adding a little more bonus.”
“You’re crazy. Did you stop taking the drug and go somewhere else to satisfy your cravings?”
Han Sungjae burst out laughing. Cha Yiseok’s lips curled, biting a cigarette.
“Do you know what would be really maddening?”
Cha Yiseok tapped the laptop keyboard and added.
“Giving it and taking it away.”
Han Sungjae smiled as if he knew he would say that.
“Uh huh… sure would be.”
Cha Yiseok rested his head on the back of the sofa. He first smelled it when he was working on Cha Myunghwan’s issue in the office; it was the smell of a fellow man hiding his ambition and leaping to the next level. He was willing to give up the share he had promised in the first place. However, the plan was unexpectedly changed. It will also be fun to see the ruin of the boss, who has been abandoned for a lifetime of longing for the ecstasy he had tasted for a while. Just like he made Yaba like that with drugs.
By now, Yaba would be at the peak of withdrawal symptoms. It’s a terrible hell in the first week, and in extreme cases, death. The mental dependence may be offset, but the body will strongly crave the old drug. Right now, the only way to achieve the placebo effect was with the candy. There was no way to explain he went mad when he found out the boss had been feeding the wild cat GHB1, or why he had to turn the candy into an antidepressant and give it to the guy. It was meaningless to ask the reason again this time to him, who had been acting first, thinking later all his life.
Cha Yiseok looked up at the ceiling and chewed his teeth. Throughout the meeting, the cat with an aphrodisiac-like voice and an arched neckline occupied his head. At night, the guy who became more rampant was a more lewd dream demon than at night. Cha Yiseok rubbed his cigarette into the ashtray and put his arm in his suit. Han Sungjae got up.
“Are you going to go? By the way, how’s Auntie? Did she kick out Cocaine that day?”
“He said he came back safely. He’ll probably take care of it.”
“See? You should have taken him right away.”
Han Sungjae said in a low voice.
“If you had found Cocaine a little sooner, would your sisters have been okay too? If only they endured a little longer…”
Both sides of Cha Yiseok’s lips fell.
“Miracles don’t work for everyone.”
Ten years ago, his sisters who longed for their father’s affection and their father, who could not give it to them, fought fiercely every day. Cha Yiseok ridiculed such sisters, and was in a position to contemplate the unresolved battlefield. But as the sisters approached the threshold of death, he changed his mind. Coincidentally, he heard that there was a way to save them. But when he finally found a way, it was right after they had passed away. For a moment, he lost interest.
It was 9:45 p.m. when he left the hotel. He got into the car and started the engine. It’s almost time for Paradiso’s singers to finish their work.
Cha Yiseok picked up his phone and dialed the strange number from earlier. He threw it on the dashboard when it wasn’t received after a few tries. Once he picked him up from Paradiso, he planned to have a late dinner together. It was not a bad idea to invite the cat into the room and ask him to sing. As his lips rolled over his lyrics and his rhythmic gestures came to mind, the inside of his mouth burned again. Cha Yiseok stole his parched lips with his tongue.
He suddenly turned his steering wheel and saw a black Sonata hanging from the side mirror. It was a car following from the hotel parking lot. Cha Yiseok furrowed his eyebrows. The crossroad signal went down. As he followed a wave of cars, he swerved the head of his car. The black Sonata was swept away by the car behind it and out of sight. Regardless of whether the car was really railing him or if it was a coincidence, he didn’t have a good feeling. Cha Yiseok tapped the steering wheel with his finger before turning the car home. Guess he would have to give up playing with the cat today.
***
“Where did it go? It was definitely at the dorm.”
“Isn’t in the car?”
“No. I searched all over the room, but couldn’t find it…”
The next day, even when the eunuch singers joined in the search, Cocaine could not find the phone. Hashish comforted the depressed Cocaine.
“We’ll keep looking, so you go on the business trip. Take my phone for now.”
Cocaine looked everywhere with his anxious eyes. Yaba knew well why Cocaine was so frenzied. It’s because he couldn’t answer Cha Yiseok’s call. Unfortunately, Hashish was eager to find the phone, unaware of it. He was startled as he looked at the phone that fell to the floor as he lifted a bag under Cocaine’s bed. He soon realized that it was Yaba’s and sighed despondently. Hashish looked suspiciously at Yaba, who was lying on the bed.
“Did you really not see Cocaine’s phone?”
If he knew that Cocaine had been in contact with Cha Yiseok and had been to Cha Yiseok’s home, how would that face be distorted? Yaba buried his cheek in his pillow and murmured.
“You want to ask me if I got rid of it? right. I did. Do you feel better now?”
“Lunatic.”
Hashish frowned and went into the bathroom. Yaba let out a faint smile. In this way, lies were revered and the truth was ignored. That’s why the truth was despised so much. Yaba was lying on the bed right now, realizing the world’s logic without lifting a finger. He murmured as he looked at the moldy wall. ‘Necrophilia’; a typep of paraphilia that means a sexual desire of corpses. Also known as necrophilism, necrolagnia, necrocoitus, necrochlesis, and thanatophilia.
The meaning of what the Internet gave him was cold and clear, compared to the fact that Yaba’s head was in a mess all day long. He wished all these situations and his own heart were as cold and clear. Yaba fumbled and picked up the cell phone lying on the bed. His eyes widened the moment he looked at the screen. There were more than 10 missed calls, all of which were from Cha Yiseok, and they came last night while he was working. Since he didn’t usually get calls, he never looked at his phone.
Yaba raised his heavy body and looked at the screen until it was worn out. Cha Yiseok didn’t know Yaba’s number. His number was not an attractive combination. Still, he wondered why he called so persistently. Maybe he asked Kang Giha. Maybe he was trying to announce the obituary that Cha Myunghwan died.
His name and his number filled the small screen. In the desk drawer laid the medicine case he gave him. His cheque was always asleep in his underwear. Yaba’s space was gradually filled with him.
Cha Yiseok pressed his nose bridge to relieve the fatigue in his eyes. The Brains, hit by work for several days, fell on the sofa in the living room and the floor. He cleared the pile of papers on the table and found a cigarette. Looking at the investment structure graph full of laptops, he remembered the meeting with the boss of Paradiso yesterday with his head.
No matter how much the boss asked for, he would have willingly paid it up. Surely it would have been fine. Yaba wasn’t a healer, he was just troublesome for the shop. Nevertheless, the boss rejected his tempting proposal. And It wasn’t a hasty attempt to raise the amount of shares he was offered before. Kang Giha sincerely had no intention of letting Yaba go. Then there was only one reason.
Cha Yiseok grabbed his phone while rubbing the stiff nape of his neck. He checked the missed call half-heartedly and threw it back on the table. As he tapped on the keyboard, he recalled a number he had just dialed and picked up the phone again. He quickly lowered the number on the screen with his thumb, then stopped in one place.
[010-666-4444]
Cha Yiseok narrowed his eyes and poked his cigarette filter. There was no straightforward explanation. Why this number strangely caught his attention. He tapped the screen with his thumb and pressed the number. The beeping went on for a long time, but there was no receiver. He tried calling again. Meanwhile, Han Sungjae was staring at the kitchen entrance with coffee in both hands. Han Sungjae approached and held out a cup of coffee.
“What’s wrong?”
“What?”
Cha Yiseok asked with his eyes. Han Sungjae answered while lying on the sofa.
“You haven’t been paying attention throughout the meeting since before, and you always act like you’re somewhere else. Come to think of it, it’s strange that you haven’t taken any drugs these days? If there’s something hotter, why don’t we enjoy it together?”
Han Sungjae put the back of his hand on the corner of his nose and pretended to inhale powder. Cha Yiseok narrowed his eyes.
“Well. I have no intention of sharing it this time.”
“Yeah, if you get tired of it quickly, you’re going to hand it over to me, right? I’ll wait patiently.”
Cha Yiseok glared at Han Sungjae with sharp eyes. Han Sungjae smiled and took a sip of the coffee.
“Ah, did your sister-in-law call you a while ago and say something strange?”
“What?”
“After Cocaine came, that is, after Yabawi came, Myunghwan’s condition kept getting worse. She’s afraid of asking you about it. Why is she so self-conscious about her brother-in-law… Anyway, good luck cracking down on the boss of Paradiso. You can’t be relieved that he knows everything about this issue. By the way, there is no way that the boss would have participated barehanded, and how much did you pay him?”
“1% of my share.”
“You’re out of your mind. What did you pay that big amount for?”
Han Sungjae stuck his tongue out. Cha Yiseok replied.
“Because I get so much more than that. The boss is a guy with a smart head and a lot of guts for what he used to roll around in the back alley. But I’m thinking of adding a little more bonus.”
“You’re crazy. Did you stop taking the drug and go somewhere else to satisfy your cravings?”
Han Sungjae burst out laughing. Cha Yiseok’s lips curled, biting a cigarette.
“Do you know what would be really maddening?”
Cha Yiseok tapped the laptop keyboard and added.
“Giving it and taking it away.”
Han Sungjae smiled as if he knew he would say that.
“Uh huh… sure would be.”
Cha Yiseok rested his head on the back of the sofa. He first smelled it when he was working on Cha Myunghwan’s issue in the office; it was the smell of a fellow man hiding his ambition and leaping to the next level. He was willing to give up the share he had promised in the first place. However, the plan was unexpectedly changed. It will also be fun to see the ruin of the boss, who has been abandoned for a lifetime of longing for the ecstasy he had tasted for a while. Just like he made Yaba like that with drugs.
By now, Yaba would be at the peak of withdrawal symptoms. It’s a terrible hell in the first week, and in extreme cases, death. The mental dependence may be offset, but the body will strongly crave the old drug. Right now, the only way to achieve the placebo effect was with the candy. There was no way to explain he went mad when he found out the boss had been feeding the wild cat GHB1, or why he had to turn the candy into an antidepressant and give it to the guy. It was meaningless to ask the reason again this time to him, who had been acting first, thinking later all his life.
Cha Yiseok looked up at the ceiling and chewed his teeth. Throughout the meeting, the cat with an aphrodisiac-like voice and an arched neckline occupied his head. At night, the guy who became more rampant was a more lewd dream demon than at night. Cha Yiseok rubbed his cigarette into the ashtray and put his arm in his suit. Han Sungjae got up.
“Are you going to go? By the way, how’s Auntie? Did she kick out Cocaine that day?”
“He said he came back safely. He’ll probably take care of it.”
“See? You should have taken him right away.”
Han Sungjae said in a low voice.
“If you had found Cocaine a little sooner, would your sisters have been okay too? If only they endured a little longer…”
Both sides of Cha Yiseok’s lips fell.
“Miracles don’t work for everyone.”
Ten years ago, his sisters who longed for their father’s affection and their father, who could not give it to them, fought fiercely every day. Cha Yiseok ridiculed such sisters, and was in a position to contemplate the unresolved battlefield. But as the sisters approached the threshold of death, he changed his mind. Coincidentally, he heard that there was a way to save them. But when he finally found a way, it was right after they had passed away. For a moment, he lost interest.
It was 9:45 p.m. when he left the hotel. He got into the car and started the engine. It’s almost time for Paradiso’s singers to finish their work.
Cha Yiseok picked up his phone and dialed the strange number from earlier. He threw it on the dashboard when it wasn’t received after a few tries. Once he picked him up from Paradiso, he planned to have a late dinner together. It was not a bad idea to invite the cat into the room and ask him to sing. As his lips rolled over his lyrics and his rhythmic gestures came to mind, the inside of his mouth burned again. Cha Yiseok stole his parched lips with his tongue.
He suddenly turned his steering wheel and saw a black Sonata hanging from the side mirror. It was a car following from the hotel parking lot. Cha Yiseok furrowed his eyebrows. The crossroad signal went down. As he followed a wave of cars, he swerved the head of his car. The black Sonata was swept away by the car behind it and out of sight. Regardless of whether the car was really railing him or if it was a coincidence, he didn’t have a good feeling. Cha Yiseok tapped the steering wheel with his finger before turning the car home. Guess he would have to give up playing with the cat today.
***
“Where did it go? It was definitely at the dorm.”
“Isn’t in the car?”
“No. I searched all over the room, but couldn’t find it…”
The next day, even when the eunuch singers joined in the search, Cocaine could not find the phone. Hashish comforted the depressed Cocaine.
“We’ll keep looking, so you go on the business trip. Take my phone for now.”
Cocaine looked everywhere with his anxious eyes. Yaba knew well why Cocaine was so frenzied. It’s because he couldn’t answer Cha Yiseok’s call. Unfortunately, Hashish was eager to find the phone, unaware of it. He was startled as he looked at the phone that fell to the floor as he lifted a bag under Cocaine’s bed. He soon realized that it was Yaba’s and sighed despondently. Hashish looked suspiciously at Yaba, who was lying on the bed.
“Did you really not see Cocaine’s phone?”
If he knew that Cocaine had been in contact with Cha Yiseok and had been to Cha Yiseok’s home, how would that face be distorted? Yaba buried his cheek in his pillow and murmured.
“You want to ask me if I got rid of it? right. I did. Do you feel better now?”
“Lunatic.”
Hashish frowned and went into the bathroom. Yaba let out a faint smile. In this way, lies were revered and the truth was ignored. That’s why the truth was despised so much. Yaba was lying on the bed right now, realizing the world’s logic without lifting a finger. He murmured as he looked at the moldy wall. ‘Necrophilia’; a typep of paraphilia that means a sexual desire of corpses. Also known as necrophilism, necrolagnia, necrocoitus, necrochlesis, and thanatophilia.
The meaning of what the Internet gave him was cold and clear, compared to the fact that Yaba’s head was in a mess all day long. He wished all these situations and his own heart were as cold and clear. Yaba fumbled and picked up the cell phone lying on the bed. His eyes widened the moment he looked at the screen. There were more than 10 missed calls, all of which were from Cha Yiseok, and they came last night while he was working. Since he didn’t usually get calls, he never looked at his phone.
Yaba raised his heavy body and looked at the screen until it was worn out. Cha Yiseok didn’t know Yaba’s number. His number was not an attractive combination. Still, he wondered why he called so persistently. Maybe he asked Kang Giha. Maybe he was trying to announce the obituary that Cha Myunghwan died.
His name and his number filled the small screen. In the desk drawer laid the medicine case he gave him. His cheque was always asleep in his underwear. Yaba’s space was gradually filled with him.
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