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Yoon Hee-gyeom's house was located in a shabby neighborhood in Gangbuk. Old houses and apartment were filling the alley. A neighborhood with no merit or ways to redevelop. A man who once made hundreds of millions of dollars a year on advertisement fees was living in a house that is now collapsing. A single drug case had left him in abyss. Still, this movie was definitely a springboard for a man who had found his original dream. There was a reason why he desperately clung to the work as I was told by his entourage.

  "……Huu."

  Anyway, even though it was surrounded by a small hill, it was a place with poor air.  It was difficult to park as the cars were jam-packed in the alleyways.  As I was looking for a parking spot, my anger rose again, but after many twists and turns, I was able to park the car in front of Yoon Hee-gyeom's house.  I knew there was such a neighborhood like this in Seoul, but it was my first time coming.  Dal-dong (According to google,Daldong is a neighborhood, of Nam-gu in Ulsan, South Korea.),  Dal-dong, I only saw it from afar.  I didn't even have the curiosity to go.

I came to this place because of Yoon Hee-gyeom.  It would have been enough to just make a phone call and tell him to come to where I want to meet him... Did you want to see how he was living after he fallen?  I…  What do you want to check?  No, I was just curious. Curious about what?

I got out of the car and smoked because I was so frustrated with mixed emotions and thoughts. I couldn't tell how many I smoked. However, there were not just one or two butts under my feet.

  Yes, I came to Yoon Hee-gyeom's house. So. What are you going to do now?

  I already knew what house number he lived in. I've been reported he's gone home, but I don't know if he's really home, or he's go out again and now he's gone. I should have put a person on Yoon Hee-gyeom, not Yang Hyun-ji. No, I didn't want to show that I cared about Yoon Hee-gyeom that much. When someone asked me why I cared so much, I had nothing to say. It's because I knew it wasn't right to answer simply because I was bothered by him.

  Go and knock on the door?  So, what would I say when Yoon Hee-gyeom comes out?  Shall I beat off that uselessly handsome face one at a time?  Shall I hit him and pay him for it?  Until the frustration that builds up in my chest is relieved, should i just take it out on him?  He won't be able to resist me anyway-

  "....Director Jung?"

  Before my thoughts were even organized, Yoon Hee-gyeom appeared like a lie. He stopped at the entrance to the villa. He was wearing an ugly hoodie with training pants, a T-shirt with an extended neck, and a jumper over it.  But the moment I saw that face.....

  Somehow I felt like my feet were falling apart.

  "…Where are you going out like that?"

My mouth said whatever it wanted. I couldn't even hear the content. All I knew is that my voice was so hoarse and cracked.

  "The car looks like Director Jung's."

  "When did you see my car?"

  "It's a foreign car that's hard to see in this neighborhood."

  Well, the price of my car or Yoon Hee-gyeom's house where he lives in. My car was more expensive if I looked at the whole building with only one house where Yoon Hee-gyeom lives. I was that kind of person. It's natural that I have what others can't even dream of and enjoy what others can't do.

  Such me... having relation with Yoon Hee-gyeom.

  This has not been sorted out. It's not that I don't have the upper hand, I have more money and power. Yoon Hee-gyeom was quite cocky, but he was arrogant. He's older than me, but he in a situation where he can't speak informally. Even when he's been beaten up badly.

  However, having sex with him, I was in a position on the receiving end under Yoon Hee-gyeom.  Above all else, my male pride, which had been lofty and strong, was trampled by Yoon Hee-gyeom.

  Still, does it feels good because it was different from the sex I used to have?  Unlike me, who used to thoroughly used the body of the other person for my own satisfaction, it was true that I'm the one who gave Yoon Hee-gyeom a strong feeling of receiving my service.  It hurts my pride that Yoon Hee-gyeom stuck it inside me and I felt cheap (although he used condoms), but the whole sex felt tender and friendly. It was satisfying. So I think I was able to endure it without strangling Yoon Hee-gyeom right away.

  Rationalization, anger, criticism and criticism, and rationalization that continues. Not only that, I didn't think about my actions involving Yoon Hee-gyeom for a day or two.  Why are you thinking of Yoon Hee-gyeom?  Why are you trying to spy on Yoon Hee-gyeom?  If Yoon Hee-gyeom is rude and you hate him more because your pride is hurting, then why don't you use a sure way to get rid of Yoon Hee-gyeom?  Why are you reluctant? Any reasonable reasons?  None.  I just follow my emotions.  Yes, because I am faithful to my feelings and desires.

  Your feelings and desires? What is that?  Fuck it...  Will you admit that?  What is your desire, will you admit it?  It hurts my pride.  I can't admit it.  I don't want to admit that.  No, I shouldn't admit it.

  That day. From that day I left the hotel as if I was running away with my messy body, until today, I thought I'd raise my head if I saw a little loophole. Although I struggled and struggled not to be drowned by my waves of thoughts, I tried to make myself a victim by rationalizing myself so as not to hurt my pride above all else.

  But when I met Yoon Hee-gyeom today. My confused, dizzy and messy mind was cleared up at once. No, in fact, nothing has been sorted out. It felt as if only one intense thoughts remains and the rest have fallen. The only thought that was so intensely engraved in my head as if it glows on its own.

  Sex with Yoon Hee-gyeom, it was damn good.









EVEN MY HEAD HURTS TRANSLATING AND READING YOUR TRAIN OF THOUGHTS WTF JAEHAN😖😭

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