Exotic Love (Novel)

91

CW// harsh words, violence, toxicity
――――――――――――――――――――――

The house was locked in darkness when the door was opened with a card key. It was a house with no signs of human at all. The main house in Hannam-dong, where I spent my childhood, feels even more deserted than the house I live in now, because, except for those who occasionally come in to clean, no one has ever entered the space and lived there.

Wallpaper and floors that are new. Furniture that still smells like wood and leather. Even if the lights were brightly lit, the deserted vibe is still there. Even though I have lived only in a space that gives me an empty feeling all my life, the emptiness that this house gives was not easy to handle although this house is not that large

It's empty. This space I prepared to spend time with Yoon Hee-gyeom was still empty and will continue to be empty in the future.

Sometimes, it was a space that I came in very occasionally, but it wasn't a place that would gave me this feeling. The empty space, where only wallpaper and floorboards were newly laid, which Kim Tae-woon showed for the first time, was not like this. The next time I came, the furnitures was in. Sofa and table. A large TV or speaker was something that I paid special attention to because I thought it would be nice to watch a movie. I wanted the bedroom and bathroom to be perfectly decorated.

It was an empty space, but I thought it was a place to be filled. In fact, it was being filled gradually. The dressing room, which had not yet been shown to Yoon Hee-gyeom, had been carefully filled with clothes by Oh Min-joo. Though I haven't filled it all out yet. It was because it seemed that Yoon Hee-gyeom might feel burdened, and I thought it should be filled up gradually because I thought his taste might have changed. Two or three watches of mine were also placed. I was going to let him wear it if he wanted. If he like it, I have more in my house, so I thought I'd bring it. I also thought that it would've been better to buy a new one, but he would hate to buy it, so I wondered if Yoon Hee-gyeom would be alright with it if I said it was mine.

Did I show the study room last time I came with Yoon Hee-gyeom? One wall was filled with a bookshelf and a desk was placed on the other. The large and spacious desk was wide enough to have a laptop, so it seemed enough to hang up scenario books and sketches. The front view of the desk that can be seen while sitting on it has a glass window that is set, so the view is wide open. The view wasn't bad in the morning, but the dark night scenery was still quite charming. So when he look around with his tired eyes while working late at night, it'll make him a little alert......

"Fuck..."

There was something rushing out of my chest that I thought had been empty due to emptiness, and when I spit it out, only swear words flowed out. All of this was in vain. In vain. The money and hard work I spent on this space, or this space itself, had become useless.

The gaze of Yoon Hee-gyeom, who was looking at me, does not leave my mind. Male prostitute. Even after he disparaged himself with such words, Yoon Hee-gyeom did not leave his position immediately. Standing tall, looking at me in silence. The act felt like waiting. If I want to catch him, this is the last time, till the moment I hold him back...it felt like he was waiting for me.

Silence. Silence. Silence.

We remained silent while staring at each other. Until finally, Yoon Hee-gyeom turned his back. I didn't catch him, and Yoon Hee-gyeom left. All that was left was a can of beer rolling around the floor.