A boy was sitting by the window. The sun was shining through the window, so it was dazzling and he couldn;t see the boy properly. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he couldn;t take his eyes off him because he wanted to keep seeing the boy. The profile of the boy reading a book was as beautiful as a picture. It was as elegant and beautiful as the figure in the painting where a famous French painter had just finished his last touch and removed his brush. He wanted to call him, but his mouth didnât move. He wanted to take a closer look, but his feet didnât move. The boyâs figure gradually faded into the light. âNo, donât go, I have something to tell you, wait a minute, wait a minute. Wait, I have something important to sayâŠâ
ââŠÂ âŠÂ !â
Inseop, who woke up under the pale incandescent lamp, stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time. Realizing that all the vivid scenes were dreams, Inseop closed his eyes in regret.
Inseop, who was trying to sleep again with his face buried in the soft pillow, realized that the place he was lying in was not his rooftop room.
âââ!â
He got up and looked around. It was a strangely familiar room. Because he slept here a few times. He remembered yesterdayâs events. Choi Inseop covered his mouth with his hand. His head felt like it was going to explode and he felt nauseous.
After a while, he suddenly remembered the flight time and turned his head to check the clock. It was eight oâclock. He had to go to the airport by at least 9 oâclock to catch the plane.
Inseop got up from the bed, got startled, and grabbed the sheet with his hands.
âWhat, whatâŠâ
Inseop looked inside the sheet. When he saw that he was naked and had nothing on, his face flushed.
Yesterday, Lee WooyeonâŠÂ andâŠÂ was it like that?
Inseop traced his body with his hands. But there were no traces left and there was no pain. Courageous, he lowered the sheet again and scanned his body thoroughly.
ââŠÂ â
He confirmed that nothing was wrong, but he was not relieved. Wrapping himself in a sheet, he carefully opened the door and went outside. Lee Wooyeon was nowhere to be seen. After confirming that Lee Wooyeon was not in the living room, the study, and the bathroom, Inseop quickly searched for his clothes this time around. He looked everywhere, but he couldnât find his clothes. At first, he thought it was put somewhere where he couldnât find, but when he saw that Lee Wooyeonâs dressing room was firmly locked, he corrected that idea.
âŠLee Wooyeon hid his clothes.
Inseop was frightened and decided to get out of this place before Lee Wooyeon returned. He grabbed the handle of the dressing room and turned it with force. The firmly locked door showed no sign of opening.
Choi Inseop searched the chest of drawers and found a hammer. If he breaks the handle, heâll find something to wear. Taking a deep breath, Inseop raised the hammer with one hand. As the hammer banged, a heavy recoil was transmitted to his hand. Checking that the connection of the handle had loosened slightly, Inseop raised the hammer again.
âWhat are you doing?â
âââ!â
Slamming the handle at the sudden voice, he missed, so he hit the tip of his nail. Inseop let out a silent scream and bowed his back.
âThat must hurt. Tsk.â
Lee Wooyeon frowned and clicked his tongue. He said, âGive it to me,â and grabbed Inseopâs blood-stained hand.
âItâs, itâs okay.â
âItâs not okay. Youâre bleeding.â
âDonât donât touch me.â
With the hammer in hand, Inseop trembled and shouted. With one hand in his pocket, Lee Wooyeon, who was watching him, started to laugh like crazy.
âHahahahaha. What? Are you threatening me?â
ââŠÂ Donât, donât come near me.â
âHahahahaha. Really, youâre a funny guy.â
Lee Wooyeon smiled and stretched out his hand. Inseop, frightened, shook his head and stepped back. But because of the door that was behind his back, he had nowhere else to retreat.
Lee Wooyeon straightened the hammer in Inseopâs hand and said,
âIf youâre going to hit it, you have to hit it like this. You can only break a bone with that. You have to take a sharp shot to break it at once.â
It was as if he was teaching him a math problem that he didnât know.
At that time, when the sheet wrapped around his body slid down, Inseop panicked and dropped the hammer and grabbed the sheet.
Lee Wooyeon clicked his tongue and picked up the hammer that had fallen to the floor.
âYouâll get hurt..â
ââŠÂ âŠÂ .â
âI had a job in the morning, so I went out and bought some food. Are you not hungry?â
Inseop blinked and looked at Lee Wooyeon. Inseop was completely confused by his attitude as if it had never happened in the first place.
Did he not wake up from his dream yet?
Inseop patted his cheek with his hand and slapped it lightly. The tingling pain told him that this is now a reality.
If so, maybe he âŠÂ What happened to his head after the accident?
âAre you not hungry?â
ââŠWhat about my clothes?â
âI threw it away. Iâm afraid youâll run away.â
ââŠÂ âŠÂ .â
âIâll be doing that for a while.â
When Lee Wooyeonâs unusual answer came back, Inseop had to admit that he didnât have a head injury and that this was a reality.
âUh, give me the clothes back.â
âWhy?â
Lee Wooyeon asked. He had a strange expression.
âI have to go back. The flight timeâŠâ
âThis one?â
He asked, taking out Inseopâs passport from his pocket. Inseop reached out to snatch his passport, but Lee Wooyeon raised his hand above his head first.
âDonât mess with me. I never gave you permission to go back.â
Lee Wooyeon said calmly. Inseop felt a chill and grabbed the sheet with his hands.
âIâm hungry, so letâs eat first.â
Having said that, Lee Wooyeon left Inseop and sat down at the kitchen table. Inseop, who had no desire to eat and only wanted to get out of this situation, followed him and asked for his clothes again.
âGive it back. My clothesâŠÂ â
âSit down please. The food here is not salty and light. I bought it because I thought it would not hurt your stomach..â
âReturn my clothesâŠÂ â
Lee Wooyeon kicked the chair opposite him. Then he smiled and said to Inseop.
âSit.â
ââŠÂ âŠÂ .â
Inseop carefully grabbed the seat with his injured hand, raised the chair with his left hand, and sat down. With a satisfied expression on his face, Lee Wooyeon laid out the food he had bought on the table.
He put the abalone porridge in front of Inseop and handed him a spoon.
âPlease eat.â
ââŠÂ âŠÂ .â
âItâll be good for your health. My anger has not subsided yet.â
Without thinking, Inseop couldnât help but grab the spoon in his hand. Although he mechanically put the porridge in his mouth little by little, Lee Wooyeon was sitting opposite him, so he was concerned and Inseop did not feel any taste. Besides, the sheet kept falling off and he was holding it.
Everything was unreal. This moment of eating at Lee Wooyeonâs house with a sheet wrapped around his body, and the events that hit him like a storm yesterday.
As Choi Inseop was slowly eating porridge with a stiff face, Lee Wooyeon suddenly spoke.
âItâs because itâs silk.â
âWhat?â
âThe sheet is silk, so it flows down. But you donât have to hold it like that. I donât get excited when I see a manâs body.â
ââŠÂ âŠÂ !â
Rather, because of those words, the memories of yesterday came to mind, and Inseop almost vomited the porridge he was eating.
Originally, he was eating it without knowing what it tasted like, but his taste buds came back. When he put the spoon down on the table, Lee Wooyeon narrowed his eyes and said,
âBecause of the sincerity of the person who bought it, please eat more.â
ââŠÂ âŠÂ I have no appetite.â
âIf someone you like bought it for you, wouldnât it be right to eat everything?â
ââŠÂ âŠÂ .â
âEat it.â
It was a curt command. Choi Inseop, wanting to cry, lifted the spoon and put the porridge in his mouth.
âOh right. Have you seen this?â
Lee Wooyeon opened the newspaper he brought along with the food on the table and asked.
ââŠWhatâŠÂ !â
A light of astonishment filled Choi Inseopâs eyes as he read the headlines of the newspaper. Lee Wooyeon, who saw it, asked what happened.
ââŠÂ the culpritâŠâ
âHe surrendered. The culprit. He went on his own two feet.â
ââŠâ
Unbelievable, Inseop rubbed his eyes with his hands and looked at the newspaper articles again and again. In the newspaper, there was a special report about the criminal who confessed that he had hit Kang Youngmo from behind and stole his money.
âHowâŠâ
âWhat?â
âThe culprit⊠WhyâŠÂ surrenderedâŠÂ â
In fact, what he wanted to ask was, why did a person who was not the criminal surrender for something that he did not do? However, Inseop could not say that he saw Lee Wooyeon coming out of the alley.
âWell. Is your conscience pricked?â
ââŠâ
âThere must be something. We donât even need to know that.â
ââŠÂ â
âBut arenât these criminals familiar?â
As Lee Wooyeon said, the photo of the criminal in the newspaper had his face covered with a mask and a hat, but it felt strangely like he had seen it somewhere.
âIt was very strange to say that it was the Korean-Chinese who struck me in the back of the head at that time. So I went to the police station earlier, wrote a report and gave an interview.â
Lee Wooyeon calmly explained the situation.
âIn the first case, there were many witnesses and there was a lot of evidence, so the crime was established immediately. In the second case, there were no witnesses and there was no evidence, but it is a similar case and there is a confession that they did it, so it is easy to establish a case. People donât think thereâs a man whoâs done it only once. There are people who havenât done it, but there are no people who have done it only once. So naturally, if you add a confession, this is what they didâ
Every time Lee Woo-yeon added an explanation in a soft voice like a flower petal, Inseop got goosebumps and sweated.
As Jennie said, Lee Wooyeon was a bastard. no⊠More than that. He didnât know how to explain, he was such a bad guy.
âDo you know who wrote this article?â
Inseop looked at the reporterâs name written in the place where Lee Wooyeon was pointing and opened his eyes. Whether Inseopâs reaction was interesting, Lee Wooyeon sat with his arms crossed and watched him.
âWhy? You donât understand why Kim Haeshin suddenly changed her mind and turned her palms over like this?â
âHeâŠÂ Lee WooyeonâŠâ
âWhat he needed was an article, not me. There are no permanent comrades and no permanent enemies in this field of work.â
The article written by Kim Haeshin praised the professional spirit of actor Lee Wooyeon, who was attacked by an illegal immigrant and did not say anything for fear that the filming of the drama would be disrupted.
There are no permanent enemies and no permanent comrades. Lee Wooyeonâs words echoed in Inseopâs ears.
âWhat kind of interview were you planning on having with reporter Kim Haeshin?â
ââŠShe said that she would be interviewing the reason why I quit.â
âOkay. Iâm curious about that too. Youâre not going to go to the US to study civil service.â
Inseop bit his lip in embarrassment. Excuses such as studying to become a civil servant or because his father is ill no longer work for Lee Wooyeon. Fortunately, Lee Wooyeon did not know that he had witnessed the scene that day. Inseop thought that he was lucky enough to put the picture in his notebook, and came up with an excuse.
âJustâŠit was hard.â
âWhat?â
âBeing next to Lee WooyeonâŠâ
It was true. The more Inseop was next to Lee Wooyeon, the more confused he became, and he even forgot what he was here for.
âYou liked me so much, you chased me all the way here and even worked as a manager, but you just quit because it was hard?â
But the opponent wasnât that kind of person. When Lee Wooyeon sharply dug into the gap, Inseop stuttered and answered.
âThat dayâŠÂ Lee Woo-yeon and the womanâŠâ
âAh, that day.â
Lee Wooyeon nodded, remembering that Choi Inseop had come to see him the night before he said he would quit.
âYouâre going to stop because of that?â
ââŠÂ âŠÂ .â
âDid you just quit because I had sex with a girl?â
ââŠÂ Yes.â
Inseop knew that he had no options. The best thing he could do now was to match Lee Wooyeon to his rhythm as he wanted. He must never be a nuisance to the college student who lent him the name.
Lee Wooyeon frowned and made a troubled expression with a frown.
âAt the same time, you were threatened by Kim Haeshin. Well, you donât have to do an interview. Anyway, the reason Kim Haeshin wanted to interview Mr. Inseop was something else.â
ââŠWhat is it?â
âThe person who found and reported Kang Youngmo and Inseopâs voice were very similar.â
ââŠâ
âSo she was probably trying to get the media to share something similar to eyewitness accounts. It almost got me in trouble.â
ââŠÂ sorry.â
Lee Wooyeon clicked his tongue softly.
âWhy would you do something that would be intimidating like that? Even though you were threatened, you sold me to Kim Haeshin?â
ââŠÂ sorry.â
âItâs disappointing.â
Inseop was so shocked and scared that his stomach was stinging, but Lee Wooyeon, who was so happy, continued to talk with a smile on his face.
âItâs a disappointment to know that your feelings for me are only that much.â
ââŠÂ sorry.â
He didnât have anything to say other than Iâm sorry. Not knowing how this breathtaking game of lies would end, Inseop trembled with his fingertips and quietly swallowed dry saliva.
âStill, yesterday was a little more believable.â
ââŠÂ ?â
Lee Wooyeon smiled and ran his fingers across Inseop;s lips as if he were running them down. It was very clear what that short movement meant. Choi Inseopâs face heated up at once. Inseop quickly lowered his head and grabbed the sheet with both hands as if embracing it. His body trembled again.
âDo you want to go to America?â
ââŠ!â
Inseop nodded vigorously. Right now, he just wanted to get a taxi, run to the airport, and catch a plane to America.
Lee Wooyeon stretched out his hand. His fingers ran down Inseopâs cheek. He gently touched Inseopâs face as if stroking a small and lovely being.
âActually, I was really, really angry.â
ââŠâ
âIâm glad the truth came out, but I almost got fucked because of Inseop and Kim Haeshin.â
The whereabouts of the Korean-Chinese who made him like that were already known. He was so busy with his schedule that he just left it, not that he forgot. It was something he thought he would have to go down by himself after a while and either break his leg or bury him somewhere. If Choi Inseop hadnât stabbed him in the back like that in cooperation with Kim Haeshin, there would have been no remorse for the crime of the Korean-Chinese hitting Kang Youngmo. As a result, it was fortunate that everyone was happy, but Lee Wooyeon was very dissatisfied with Inseopâs choice, which put him in a corner.
âI canât trust Mr. Inseop.â
ââŠâ
There was no excuse for that. It would be a strange situation if Lee Wooyeon were to say that he believed in him.
âSo I canât let you go.â
ââŠÂ what?â
âHow can I let someone who I donât believe in leave with that material?â
âI will dispose of all the materials now.â
âHow do I know you havenât hidden more? Your name, age, and personal information are all lies. Isnât it?â
âThen I will go to the police station. I will pay for my sins.â
âLee Wooyeonâs manager turned out to be a scammer. Itâll be a good article.â
ââŠÂ âŠÂ .â
Inseop, who had been silent, asked in a calm tone.
âThenâŠWhat do you want?â
Even if he were sued for identity theft or stalking, there was nothing he could do. Inseop decided that he would endure all the sins he had committed.
âYeah. Iâm curious about that too.â
Lee Wooyeon clenched his chin and narrowed his eyes to answer.
It was true. He was contemplating on what to do with Inseop now. Letting Choi I-seop go, aside from being anxious, he couldnât do it because he was so angry. He didnât even think about handing him over to the police. He didnât want to hand over the fish he caught. Besides, it was fun to watch him cling to him desperately saying he liked him, so he wanted to enjoy it for a while.
âI like it.â
After contemplating for a while, Lee Wooyeon finally opened his mouth.
âLetâs do this.â
ââŠâ
Inseop swallowed and waited for the sentence to come out of his mouth.
âYouâll come back to work as my manager again.â
âWhat!?â
âWork next to me and make sure I trust you.â
âWhatâŠâ
âHow much Inseop likes me, Iâll be watching for that, so I ask you to desperately hang on to me.â
As Lee Wooyeon said one by one, Inseopâs face grew pale.
âItâs one month. Within a month, if I trust you, Iâll return your passport and ID. Of course, I wonât even touch Choi Inseop, who you borrowed your name from.â
âWhat is thatâŠâ
âBut even after a month has passed, if I still donât want to trust Inseop, then Iâll call you and Choi Inseop, and then weâll talk together.â
Inseopâs lips trembled. It was a nonsensical proposal in the first place, so he didnât answer anything and just looked at Lee Wooyeon.
âWhy? You canât? Whatâs so difficult? I wish you could show me a little bit of that damn sweet love of yours that made you chase me all the way from America.â
âUh, you wouldnât believe me anyway, would you?â
âWe never know.â
It was a game with an obvious end. In the game that started with the brand of defeat, Inseop knew he could never win.
Lee Wooyeon just wanted to torment him. Just like yesterday, once was enough. Inseop couldnât stand it.
âI donât like it.â
Inseop looked at Lee Wooyeon and said that. He didnât want to stay here for even a second, let alone a month.
âPlease return my passport and clothes.â
âWhy should I?â
âIt is mine. Please return it.â
Although he was choked with fear and his hands and feet had no strength, Inseop gathered all the courage he could and said so. In the midst of this, a fairy tale about a woodcutter who ironically hid a fairyâs clothes came to mind.
âI can give it to you, butâŠâ
Lee Wooyeon slurred the end of his speech. Laughter broke out at the end of the muffled voice. It was a beautiful and soft laughter that sounded like a piano melody. The smile slowly lifted from his face, revealing his original expressionless face.
âAfter you go, what will Choi Inseop do?â
ââŠÂ âŠÂ .â
Inseop realized it then.
The fact that it was not the woodcutter who hid his clothes, but the wild tiger.