SOG (English)

#9

<—You should've come a little earlier. Look at you, I called a girl just in time.>

The roommate, who was still breathing heavily, nervously grabbed the blanket and lowered it. His flushed face was revealed due his rough breath.

— And also, I don't like men.

Jae-Chan said while looking back on the past. He remembered his sexual preference, which longed for Go Woo-Jin only, and that, after all, when he felt lonely made him go on one-night stands with anyone that had a resemblance to Go Woo-Jin.

— It wouldn't work even if we slept together.

Of course, he had slept with a man before. After all, men were more likely to resemble Go Woo-Jin than women. However, when he rolled into a hotel or motel on impulse, his excitement cooled down. The whole one-night story was that he was thirsty for Go Woo-Jin, so he fooled around with the opponent he met for the first time, but his stomach felt so stuffy that he barely managed the petting.

— What are you saying, fuck, you rag like dog…!

— Who are you calling a rag, you punk who can't stop huffing and puffing in a shared room. You're the one who's screwing around. I'll get an STD (*sexually transmitted disease).

— Fuck!
His roommate, who shouted out loud proving that he couldn't communicate without swearing, stretched out his hand. He wanted to take the cellphone with him.

It seemed he didn't want to leave. Jae-Chan simply avoided the attempt by raising his hand.

— It's no use taking the phone. Right about now a lot of people must've seen it already. If something were to happen to me, I'll use it as evidence. 

The bright eyes that glared were quite frightening. Jae-Chan pointed at him with his index finger and gave an ultimatum to the guy who was so vigorous he kept baring his teeth.

— I think the probability of me using the voice recording is the same as that of you picking a fight with me. Whatever you do, I'll pay you back in kind.

The pony guy was a real colt. He wondered if he had regained his energy, but he ran out of the room. He even packed the pants that were scattered on the floor.

-Kwang-! He slammed the door shut.
Jae-Chan sighed. His roommate wouldn't think of putting things behind him as easily as he expressed his disgust and anger. Because it was like that before. They were going to break apart soon anyway.

It was time to send the recordings to a few people just in case. Jae-Chan found a text message that came in about five minutes ago.

[Sender: ★ Team Leader Lim Jung-Wook (Guide 5 Team) ★

Jae-Chan~, you left Olman's phone ^^

I didn't get it because I was in the middle of guiding ^^]

Jae-Chan made a phone call after looking at the contact name that he had already saved at the age of 21 and seemed to be messing with him.

— Hello, Team Leader. Can you take a call right now?

<— Jae-Chan shi! (*Mr.) What's going on, for you to contact me first?>

A welcomed voice came from the receiver. Although there was a 17-year-old age gap, he was the manager of the Guide Team 5, and called himself Jae-chan shi. Jae-Chan started by saying that he was very sorry.

— Ha-ha. I'll reflect on that. I'm sorry.

<— Of course. Take good care of your parents as well.>

— I'm sorry I couldn't see you in person. You said you were on a long-term mission. Are you back in Area 1?— Sun Jae-Chan's voice echoed smoothly in the windy room.