SOG (English)

#27

[Go Woo-Jin]

The last chat he had with him was still the message he had sent before returning.

He glanced away and stared at the clothes he had hung neatly over the chair. The uniform jacket and tie that Woo-Jin had lent him. Would he* (GWJ) come to pick it up tomorrow? He may or may not come to find it. If he indeed came to find it, he'll get to see his face again, and if he doesn't, he'll still be able to see his clothes. He endured the desire to run right away and cling to the jacket like a pervert.

Anyway, he thought of giving it back on his own... Not really.

As he gazed at the jacket, he clearly recalled the events of the day again.

He kissed him. Sun Jae-Chan's dry palms covered his lips again. Body temperature. Sense of touch. Brushing hands. Sound of breaths. Lips. Even the troubled sigh that rang in his ears. His thoughts surged uncontrollably. The feeling of appreciation that lasted for a long time was like a river during the rainy season, the other side* (someone else other than the concerned party) came to overflow.

Was Go Woo-Jin always like that because of his poor wavelength stability?

Like a wanderer across the desert, as if he* (GWJ) could only see the person in front of him. Did they* (he's referring to GWJ and NHS) kiss so desperately?

A kiss that gave him the impression that one side of his heart was falling apart even though it was foolish. Sun Jae-Chan scowled, because he didn't know that Go Woo-Jin had done that to a Guide for the first time. Inside, he went back and forth between hot and cold baths* (from hot anger to cold reasoning). When he thought that he would have kissed Nam Hae-Sol in such a way, his heart seemed to catch on fire, but when he suddenly thought that he did it to Kim Geun-Won, he cooled down.

— …….

<<Damn it.>>

He stretched out his tired body and turned to his side. If he thought about it, being an Esper is a very extreme job.

<<Well. That guy did it because he wanted to.>>

Whoever he kissed like that, his Esper's instinct would have made him do so, probably. Likewise, he couldn't help but kiss himself.

<<That's right.

It couldn't be helped.>>

It was a time when he was nailing it and making up his mind like that. -Jiing.- The cell phone placed next to his belly rang. It was a reply from Park Yu-Ram.

A bunny emoji holding a bun* (loaf of bread) in both hands and sparkling eyes. -Pfft- After a short laugh, he threw his cellphone away. He
made a short smile and threw his cell phone away. He turned his gaze again and lay flat on his face.

Unlike an old facility, the interior was quite luxurious. On the ceiling, recessed lights twinkled in a nice geometric symmetry. As he traced the shapes formed by the neat lights with his eyes, he suddenly remembered the square grass work site under the sunset.

<<That's right. Mentosa Landscaping is a start-up company that mainly employs islanders as workers.>>

Sun Jae-Chan recalled the information that he had asked Chief Yoo about the landscaping company at their previous dinner.

<<— The upper management seems to have a lot of interest in Mentosa Island's private environmental business.>>

Of course they would. President Gyeong Jeong-Seok was anxious to hold a splendid 30th anniversary inauguration ceremony there.

He recalled Nam Myung-Sung's tanned face.

Was Nam Hae-Sol also on the island together with him?

When he asked Chief Yoo about the guides who had been rescued by Go Woo-Jin, he replied: