CH 26.2
“About Sejun hyung… Aren’t you going to tell other people?”
Cocaine said as the van entered the road. The eunuchs and thugs still did not know the identity of Jang Sejun. Jang Sejun didn’t even talk about it. Yaba asked.
“What do you mean? Please tell that bastard not to mess around with me. Wouldn’t he even pretend to die if you tell him to?”
Cocaine looked into him through the reflection on the glass of the car. He shook his gaze and closed his eyes. After a while, he arrived at Cha Myunghwan’s house. The two put on their masks and got out of the van. It was the moment he went up the stairs to the second floor and entered Cha Myunghwan’s room. Yaba’s breathing hitched. In the spacious room, Cha Yiseok was admiring the LPs displayed on the wall. It was the culprit who destroyed the dormitory and the shop. On a weekday, even more so, he didn’t expect to run into him at this time. Cocaine also did not hide his surprise at the unexpected meeting.
Not long ago, the Cha brothers had a bloody atmosphere and seemed to have reconciled in the meantime. He must have already manipulated the stupid Cha Myunghwan with that three-inch tongue. Cha Myunghwan, who couldn’t guess what kind of person his half-brother was, was now even more miserable. Cha Yiseok looked at the LP, and Cha Myunghwan’s wife looked at her brother-in-law with enchanted eyes. It was the first time seeing Cha Yiseok ever since she was hanging around his apartment. Cha Yiseok sat down on the sofa by the window, plugging in an LP.
“It’s been a while.”
Only then did he give the visitors a smooth smile. But the eyes that didn’t smile at all weighed down his throat. Yaba escaped from his entangled gaze and looked down at the floor. Today, he was going to reveal Cha Yiseok’s true nature to Cha Myunghwan, but the plan was going awry. He obviously must have known that he would go to Cha Myunghwan and made the first move. He trembled at his vulgarity and courage. The woman called the sister-in-law held Cocaine’s hand.
“I’ve been waiting, Mr. Cocaine. The results of the test came out, and the cancer level in the gallbladder as well as in the surrounding organs was greatly reduced! Previously, it was impossible because of his lack of physical strength, but if he keeps going like this, cancer treatment is possible! All thanks to Mr. Cocaine. Isn’t that right? Young master?”
Cha Yiseok just replied with a smile instead. Cha Myunghwan’s wife had the momentum to make a big bow to Cocaine.
“Everything has improved since Mr. Cocaine came. In the meantime, I was worried about him being sensitive and having a bad complexion… the jaundice has also become lighter than before, and he has lost a lot of vengeance. In fact, I was a little skeptical for a while, but now I understand why people are looking for Mr. Cocaine. Thank you very much! Thank you!”
“It’s nothing. It is thanks to the hard work of the CEO and madam.”
Cocaine nodded his head. Cha Myunghwan said.
“Don’t make a fuss. The improvement may be temporary, it’s not the first or second time something like this has happened.”
“But this is the first time the cancer numbers have dropped so much.”
The woman looked resentful of her husband. Cha Myunghwan looked at Cocaine.
“Come twice a week from now on. But that doesn’t mean I trust you completely, so know that.”
Even if Cha Myunghwan didn’t believe in healers, he seemed to have hope in his heart. Cocaine looked at Cha Yiseok. Cha Yiseok crossed his legs and licked his lips. His loosely leisure eyes twinkled for a moment, then quickly hid their innermost thoughts. It was Cocaine that got the spotlight anyway, so it was someone else’s business. The woman occasionally glanced at Yaba with a look of contempt. Yaba laughed with the tip of his nose.
Now he knew why both of them were called. It was the masterwork of trying to humiliate Yaba by having Cocaine standing next to him.
All of this was because of Cha Yiseok. All! All!
Yaba looked away from her, and froze. It was because Cha Yiseok had been watching Yaba for some time. The scaly eyes looked like they were anxious to break Yaba’s neck. While everyone’s nerves were focused on Cocaine, Cha Yiseok revealed his true feelings without filtration. He thought he couldn’t do anything since there were so many eyewitnesses. No, maybe he’s even pierced through these thoughts through mind-reading. He could never match up with him. Never. Yaba bit his lip firmly and looked at him. Cha Myunghwan waved his hand at his wife.
“Leave the praises for later and go out.”
“I want to listen to Mr. Cocaine’s song today too, can’t I? It was always a pity that I only got a glimpse of it from the outside.”
“No, I get annoyed when you’re here. And didn’t you hear the rumor that if you get addicted to Cocaine’s songs, you’d become ruined?”
The woman went out at a brisk pace. Cha Myunghwan glanced at Cha Yiseok. Others would have noticed that he meant he should leave too, but Cha Yiseok had already buried himself on the sofa and was ready to listen to the song. Cha Myunghwan twitched his lips and turned his eyes to Yaba.
“Why didn’t you answer the phone yesterday?”
“I didn’t pick it up because I didn’t have a phone.”
“Did you forget it somewhere?”
“I don’t know. Where happened to it.”
“Anyway…”
Cha Myunghwan grumbled and took off the oxygen respirator. He dragged the mobile IV drip and walked over to the window sofa. Cha Yiseok got up and pulled the sofa where Cha Myunghwan would sit near the window. Creak—. The sound of a chair being dragged made one’s skin shudder.
“Sit here. It’s a sunny spot.”
The location where Cha Yiseok moved the sofa was far away from the center of the sound if Yaba and Cocaine were to sing now.
“Never mind. It’s just comfortable here.”
Cha Myunghwan pulled the sofa back to its original seat. Cha Yiseok quietly stepped back and sat down on the sofa, looking at the singers and moving the tip of his chin.
“You guys go a little further to your left.”
“Ah yes.”
Cocaine obediently moved aside. Yaba was stuck on the spot, so he pulled his clothes and made him stand next to him. Cha Myunghwan opened his fish-like eyes and looked at Cha Yiseok. Cha Yiseok smiled as if he had painted it. Cha Myunghwan soon gave up and turned to the singers.
“Fine. Sing first.”
The jaundice in Cha Myunghwan’s eyes was light, but his complexion looked bizarrely impatient. He must have thought that healing and addiction would come together in the song of Cocaine. Cocaine put his fist to his lips and cleared his throat. Yaba put the song back in his balls pocket. He wanted to run away right away, but to collect the price of the balls, he had to endure even if his stomach lurched.
“Can you do harmony?”
He turned his head to look at Cocaine. It wasn’t an offer, it was a command. Yaba pulled the corner of his lips.
“Why? I guess you’re not confident if I don’t sing the harmony?”
Cocaine’s cheeks were colder than the mask he was wearing.
“The song I’m going to sing right now is ‘The Duet of Letters’ from ‘The Marriage of Figaro’. You know it’s a song I can’t sing alone.”
“Oh, the story of the Countess working with her maid to plot against her husband?”
Yaba wrapped his ribbon around his fingers, the mask that ran down his shoulder.
“Of course, Susanna, the maid, would be me. The Countess is you. Or am I the evil countess abandoned by her husband? Are you Susanna, who makes fun of the old Countess with her fresh looks? Which one?”
“It’s fun to interpret it that way. This aria is a song that depicts the common destiny of a woman beyond the status of a countess and a maid. Revealing the Count’s insidious scheme in front of people and repenting…”
“That’s what you think. It’s funny that the two of them put their heads together. Isn’t it normal to pull each other’s hair?”
“As I said before, these two are the same-”
“Would Susanna have preferred to drive out the Countess and take her place rather than marrying the miserable Figaro?”
“…”
Cocaine was speechless. Cha Yiseok observed them with curious eyes. Cocaine bit his lip and suppressed his anger.
Susanna and Figaro were engaged to be married. The Count was desperate to take Susanna’s virginity away before she could marry Figaro. Knowing this, the Countess and Susanna work together to write a letter to trick the Count. But Yaba was saying two women were biting at each other. That Susanna drooled over her wealth and power more than her true love with Figaro.
It was an absurd interpretation that made him want to dissect Yaba’s head. However, in front of the guests, and moreover, in front of Cha Yiseok, he did not want to make a fuss.
“Fine. Let’s say so. Then you take the Countess. I’ll be the maid.”
“A Duet of Letters” was a song where they had to take turns singing, in which Susanna dictated the phrases sung by the Countess into her letters, giving and receiving one verse at a time. It was a famous song that had an easy melody and simple lyrics that would make one fall in love once they heard it. Although she was of low status, the main character of the play was Susanna. An example of a pure-loving and wise woman.
Cocaine took a deep breath and stood upright with his chest straightened. He focused on the lyrics so as not to be conscious of Cha Yiseok’s existence or Yaba’s interpretation.
Sull’aria…
On the breeze…
The voice that had to be followed right away wasn’t heard. Looking sideways, Yaba kept his mouth shut. Cocaine sang Susanna’s verse again.
Sull’aria…
On the breeze…
But Yaba was looking straight ahead. The audience’s eyes gleamed. He sweated profusely. Cocaine let out a forced smile.
“Tell me exactly what you want to do.”
“Susanna. I want to be her.”
The malice in Yaba’s eyes began to warm up through the gap in the mask. Yaba, who interpreted it at will and was completely immersed in it, was terrifying. Cocaine had a hunch that this song wouldn’t end with just a duet. And Yaba’s lips, which seemed to never open, opened. He languidly flicked his tongue.
Cocaine said as the van entered the road. The eunuchs and thugs still did not know the identity of Jang Sejun. Jang Sejun didn’t even talk about it. Yaba asked.
“What do you mean? Please tell that bastard not to mess around with me. Wouldn’t he even pretend to die if you tell him to?”
Cocaine looked into him through the reflection on the glass of the car. He shook his gaze and closed his eyes. After a while, he arrived at Cha Myunghwan’s house. The two put on their masks and got out of the van. It was the moment he went up the stairs to the second floor and entered Cha Myunghwan’s room. Yaba’s breathing hitched. In the spacious room, Cha Yiseok was admiring the LPs displayed on the wall. It was the culprit who destroyed the dormitory and the shop. On a weekday, even more so, he didn’t expect to run into him at this time. Cocaine also did not hide his surprise at the unexpected meeting.
Not long ago, the Cha brothers had a bloody atmosphere and seemed to have reconciled in the meantime. He must have already manipulated the stupid Cha Myunghwan with that three-inch tongue. Cha Myunghwan, who couldn’t guess what kind of person his half-brother was, was now even more miserable. Cha Yiseok looked at the LP, and Cha Myunghwan’s wife looked at her brother-in-law with enchanted eyes. It was the first time seeing Cha Yiseok ever since she was hanging around his apartment. Cha Yiseok sat down on the sofa by the window, plugging in an LP.
“It’s been a while.”
Only then did he give the visitors a smooth smile. But the eyes that didn’t smile at all weighed down his throat. Yaba escaped from his entangled gaze and looked down at the floor. Today, he was going to reveal Cha Yiseok’s true nature to Cha Myunghwan, but the plan was going awry. He obviously must have known that he would go to Cha Myunghwan and made the first move. He trembled at his vulgarity and courage. The woman called the sister-in-law held Cocaine’s hand.
“I’ve been waiting, Mr. Cocaine. The results of the test came out, and the cancer level in the gallbladder as well as in the surrounding organs was greatly reduced! Previously, it was impossible because of his lack of physical strength, but if he keeps going like this, cancer treatment is possible! All thanks to Mr. Cocaine. Isn’t that right? Young master?”
Cha Yiseok just replied with a smile instead. Cha Myunghwan’s wife had the momentum to make a big bow to Cocaine.
“Everything has improved since Mr. Cocaine came. In the meantime, I was worried about him being sensitive and having a bad complexion… the jaundice has also become lighter than before, and he has lost a lot of vengeance. In fact, I was a little skeptical for a while, but now I understand why people are looking for Mr. Cocaine. Thank you very much! Thank you!”
“It’s nothing. It is thanks to the hard work of the CEO and madam.”
Cocaine nodded his head. Cha Myunghwan said.
“Don’t make a fuss. The improvement may be temporary, it’s not the first or second time something like this has happened.”
“But this is the first time the cancer numbers have dropped so much.”
The woman looked resentful of her husband. Cha Myunghwan looked at Cocaine.
“Come twice a week from now on. But that doesn’t mean I trust you completely, so know that.”
Even if Cha Myunghwan didn’t believe in healers, he seemed to have hope in his heart. Cocaine looked at Cha Yiseok. Cha Yiseok crossed his legs and licked his lips. His loosely leisure eyes twinkled for a moment, then quickly hid their innermost thoughts. It was Cocaine that got the spotlight anyway, so it was someone else’s business. The woman occasionally glanced at Yaba with a look of contempt. Yaba laughed with the tip of his nose.
Now he knew why both of them were called. It was the masterwork of trying to humiliate Yaba by having Cocaine standing next to him.
All of this was because of Cha Yiseok. All! All!
Yaba looked away from her, and froze. It was because Cha Yiseok had been watching Yaba for some time. The scaly eyes looked like they were anxious to break Yaba’s neck. While everyone’s nerves were focused on Cocaine, Cha Yiseok revealed his true feelings without filtration. He thought he couldn’t do anything since there were so many eyewitnesses. No, maybe he’s even pierced through these thoughts through mind-reading. He could never match up with him. Never. Yaba bit his lip firmly and looked at him. Cha Myunghwan waved his hand at his wife.
“Leave the praises for later and go out.”
“I want to listen to Mr. Cocaine’s song today too, can’t I? It was always a pity that I only got a glimpse of it from the outside.”
“No, I get annoyed when you’re here. And didn’t you hear the rumor that if you get addicted to Cocaine’s songs, you’d become ruined?”
The woman went out at a brisk pace. Cha Myunghwan glanced at Cha Yiseok. Others would have noticed that he meant he should leave too, but Cha Yiseok had already buried himself on the sofa and was ready to listen to the song. Cha Myunghwan twitched his lips and turned his eyes to Yaba.
“Why didn’t you answer the phone yesterday?”
“I didn’t pick it up because I didn’t have a phone.”
“Did you forget it somewhere?”
“I don’t know. Where happened to it.”
“Anyway…”
Cha Myunghwan grumbled and took off the oxygen respirator. He dragged the mobile IV drip and walked over to the window sofa. Cha Yiseok got up and pulled the sofa where Cha Myunghwan would sit near the window. Creak—. The sound of a chair being dragged made one’s skin shudder.
“Sit here. It’s a sunny spot.”
The location where Cha Yiseok moved the sofa was far away from the center of the sound if Yaba and Cocaine were to sing now.
“Never mind. It’s just comfortable here.”
Cha Myunghwan pulled the sofa back to its original seat. Cha Yiseok quietly stepped back and sat down on the sofa, looking at the singers and moving the tip of his chin.
“You guys go a little further to your left.”
“Ah yes.”
Cocaine obediently moved aside. Yaba was stuck on the spot, so he pulled his clothes and made him stand next to him. Cha Myunghwan opened his fish-like eyes and looked at Cha Yiseok. Cha Yiseok smiled as if he had painted it. Cha Myunghwan soon gave up and turned to the singers.
“Fine. Sing first.”
The jaundice in Cha Myunghwan’s eyes was light, but his complexion looked bizarrely impatient. He must have thought that healing and addiction would come together in the song of Cocaine. Cocaine put his fist to his lips and cleared his throat. Yaba put the song back in his balls pocket. He wanted to run away right away, but to collect the price of the balls, he had to endure even if his stomach lurched.
“Can you do harmony?”
He turned his head to look at Cocaine. It wasn’t an offer, it was a command. Yaba pulled the corner of his lips.
“Why? I guess you’re not confident if I don’t sing the harmony?”
Cocaine’s cheeks were colder than the mask he was wearing.
“The song I’m going to sing right now is ‘The Duet of Letters’ from ‘The Marriage of Figaro’. You know it’s a song I can’t sing alone.”
“Oh, the story of the Countess working with her maid to plot against her husband?”
Yaba wrapped his ribbon around his fingers, the mask that ran down his shoulder.
“Of course, Susanna, the maid, would be me. The Countess is you. Or am I the evil countess abandoned by her husband? Are you Susanna, who makes fun of the old Countess with her fresh looks? Which one?”
“It’s fun to interpret it that way. This aria is a song that depicts the common destiny of a woman beyond the status of a countess and a maid. Revealing the Count’s insidious scheme in front of people and repenting…”
“That’s what you think. It’s funny that the two of them put their heads together. Isn’t it normal to pull each other’s hair?”
“As I said before, these two are the same-”
“Would Susanna have preferred to drive out the Countess and take her place rather than marrying the miserable Figaro?”
“…”
Cocaine was speechless. Cha Yiseok observed them with curious eyes. Cocaine bit his lip and suppressed his anger.
Susanna and Figaro were engaged to be married. The Count was desperate to take Susanna’s virginity away before she could marry Figaro. Knowing this, the Countess and Susanna work together to write a letter to trick the Count. But Yaba was saying two women were biting at each other. That Susanna drooled over her wealth and power more than her true love with Figaro.
It was an absurd interpretation that made him want to dissect Yaba’s head. However, in front of the guests, and moreover, in front of Cha Yiseok, he did not want to make a fuss.
“Fine. Let’s say so. Then you take the Countess. I’ll be the maid.”
“A Duet of Letters” was a song where they had to take turns singing, in which Susanna dictated the phrases sung by the Countess into her letters, giving and receiving one verse at a time. It was a famous song that had an easy melody and simple lyrics that would make one fall in love once they heard it. Although she was of low status, the main character of the play was Susanna. An example of a pure-loving and wise woman.
Cocaine took a deep breath and stood upright with his chest straightened. He focused on the lyrics so as not to be conscious of Cha Yiseok’s existence or Yaba’s interpretation.
Sull’aria…
On the breeze…
The voice that had to be followed right away wasn’t heard. Looking sideways, Yaba kept his mouth shut. Cocaine sang Susanna’s verse again.
Sull’aria…
On the breeze…
But Yaba was looking straight ahead. The audience’s eyes gleamed. He sweated profusely. Cocaine let out a forced smile.
“Tell me exactly what you want to do.”
“Susanna. I want to be her.”
The malice in Yaba’s eyes began to warm up through the gap in the mask. Yaba, who interpreted it at will and was completely immersed in it, was terrifying. Cocaine had a hunch that this song wouldn’t end with just a duet. And Yaba’s lips, which seemed to never open, opened. He languidly flicked his tongue.
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