<117> Extra Chapter. 9
On the way home, Kang Il-hyeon, sitting in the back seat, loosened his tie. Perhaps because of the alcohol, his body felt languid and heavy. As he leaned back against the seat, Tae-su, sitting in front, passed a document envelope to the back. Sir. This is what you mentioned yesterday.
Il-hyeon opened it. On the front page, Jang Tae-ho's photo was attached. Age thirty-three. Both parents deceased ten years ago. University, bar exam, top of his class at the judicial training institute. Eldest of two sons. And below that, several cases he had handled were listed.
"What else."
Tae-su's gaze from the front seat turned back.
"Nothing else."
He had thought to dig something up to bury him with, but there was nothing to find fault with. Then it can't be helped. The only option is to kill him. He chuckled and turned to the next page. The back page contained detailed information registered with the Missing Children Center.
"What is this."
"It seems he had a younger brother who went missing when he was young. He reportedly searches for him whenever he has time, so I attached it just in case."
With an indifferent face, Il-hyeon skimmed through the documents. Jang Gyeong-jun. Age three at the time. Missing from a market. Late talker compared to peers, wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans at the time of disappearance. Turning the page, a photo of the missing child appeared.
Il-hyeon's hand stopped. Next page, and then another page. Several composite sketches estimating his current appearance were included, as if he had been trying to find his brother until recently. His gaze lingered on the recent photo for quite a while. It bears a striking resemblance to someone he knows.
"Tae-su."
"Yes, sir."
"Did you see this too?"
"Yes."
"What do you think?"
"I'm not sure."
Kang Il-hyeon turned the documents again, peeled off Jang Tae-ho's photo, and placed it side by side with his brother's recent photo for comparison. The nose and mouth are similar, but the eyes look completely different. Jang Tae-ho resembles a gentle, sturdy dog, while his brother...
"Tae-su."
"Yes."
"Before, there was someone called Yi Ja-kyung's maternal uncle."
Tae-su nodded. Yes. When Yi Ja-kyung escaped, they searched everywhere like combing through grass to catch him and found this so-called uncle. Though they were blood relatives, he had been in and out of prison and had almost no contact with Yi Ja-kyung's mother. When found, he was a wreck from drug addiction. After torturing him, they discovered the old house where Yi Ja-kyung lived.
He said this about Yi Ja-kyung's deceased mother:
[She's my sister, but that woman is crazy. She brought some brat of unknown origin and claimed it was Lee Hyeong-jun's, that bastard's child. Heh heh.]
According to his words, after separating from Yi Ja-kyung's father, she secretly gave birth, raised the child alone for a few years, then came to find Yi Ja-kyung's father. Saying he's your son, take responsibility.
There are many people who resemble each other in the world. Actually, when searching for the escaped Yi Ja-kyung, several similar people were dragged in. But they weren't Yi Ja-kyung. Tap, tap. His fingers on the armrest moved rhythmically. Rather than leaving it uncomfortably unresolved, there's a need to confirm.
"As soon as you have time, bring that bastard in."
"Yes."
Il-hyeon closed the document he was reading and leaned back against the seat. Turning his head, he opened the window, and a flower shop passed by outside. He ordered the car to stop briefly, then got out and walked toward the shop. The owner, who was just tidying up, straightened their bent back.
"Welcome, what can I get for you?"
Seeing Il-hyeon's face, the owner flinched and took a step back, subtly retreating.
"Do you have flowers suitable for a cat?"
The owner looked at him with an absurd expression. What?
"If possible, red would be nice."
A fresh citrus scent rose from the bubbles filling the bathtub. Soaking in the hot water, it felt like his body was melting away. Ja-kyung reached out, grabbed a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it. After inhaling the smoke and exhaling "hoo," it disappeared completely into the ventilator.
Stretching both arms to brace against the tub, he moved his head left and right to loosen his muscles. Sometimes he misses the massages he used to get in Thailand. Now that's something he can't even dream of. If someone else gave him a massage, there would be a funeral to attend.
Hearing footsteps, he turned to look at the entrance. Kang Il-hyeon in a black shirt appeared holding red roses in one hand. Black clothes and red roses. Hate to admit it, but it's sexy. Ja-kyung laughed with a cigarette in his mouth.
"What's that. Those flowers."
"Bought them on the way. For you."
Ja-kyung put out the cigarette, took the flowers, and smelled them. The rich scent reminds him of their first meeting.
"Smells good."
Red roses really suit you. Il-hyeon stroked Ja-kyung's cheek. Perhaps from being in the bath too long, his face was flushed red. As his eyes swept over the smooth skin, Yi Ja-kyung, who had buried his face in the flowers, turned his head and sniffed his hand.
He laughed at the incomprehensible behavior.
"Why. Are you worried I cheated on you?"
Ja-kyung raised his head and met his gaze.
"No. I was worried you killed someone and came back. It's a relief. No smell of blood."
Il-hyeon laughed, and Ja-kyung asked again.
"How was dinner?"
Thinking of the dinner, his brows furrowed automatically.
"It was tedious."
"And then?"
His eyes are full of curiosity. The child in the photo overlaps with his face. When he first found the old house where Yi Ja-kyung lived, he couldn't imagine it was a home where a child was raised. If not for such garbage parents, but parents who could give love, would Yi Ja-kyung really be the same as now?
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
This time, Jang Tae-ho's face overlaps—the one who looked at him with disgust, burning with a sense of justice. When he didn't speak, Ja-kyung reached out and cupped Il-hyeon's cheek. Sir? He removed that hand, kissed the palm with a "chup," then immediately leaned in and pressed their lips together.
Ja-kyung naturally opened his mouth. Their tongues rubbed wetly against each other before separating, and Il-hyeon's hand traveled down his neck, stroking his chest and side. Whether from the steam coming out of the hot water or the boiling lust, his head felt dizzy.
Their lips separated, and Il-hyeon, meeting his gaze at an angle, whispered.
"Lie down."
After hesitating briefly, Ja-kyung stood up. Splash. With the sound of water, white bubbles flowed down his smooth body. It was like vanilla ice cream melting under the midsummer sun. Getting out of the tub, he lay down in the space next to it and beckoned to Kang Il-hyeon. Come here.
Kang Il-hyeon untied his loosened tie and threw it aside, muttering a curse. Haa, fuck. If he's in a good mood, he accepts it obediently, and when things go wrong, he accepts it after kicking him away. So it seems our cat is in a good mood today. As he took off his shirt, his gaze stopped at the bouquet placed on the shelf.
Ja-kyung's gaze, lying down, followed.
"You're not going to hit me with those flowers, right?"
"How could I hit you."
He laughed, and holding the bottom of the rose bouquet, he brought his other hand to the petals. His large hand roughly tore off the petals. Ja-kyung, who was lying down, opened his eyes wide and raised his upper body. What are you doing?
Before he could finish speaking, he sprinkled the petals just like that. Red petals flew through the air and landed like butterflies on Ja-kyung's smooth, moist body. Wastefully ruining flowers he went to the trouble of buying. After doing that a few more times, he stopped, licked his lips, and quietly looked down.
His eyes were similar to when he appeared through his pubic hair, so Ja-kyung pointed and warned.
"Don't do it."
Il-hyeon nodded slowly. Got it. I'll be gentle. His gaze slowly moved down and stopped at Ja-kyung's cock. Perhaps because he waxed it again recently, it's smooth. Of course, Il-hyeon did the waxing himself. Learned from the best technician.
"Spread your legs."
Ja-kyung, with his knees raised, spread his legs to the sides. Kang Il-hyeon's head tilted at an angle. He reached out and removed the petals near the cock one by one. Then he slowly traced from the glans down the shaft with his fingertips. Ja-kyung flinched and tried to close his legs.
"Good boy. Keep them spread..."
In a coaxing tone, he touched the perineum and moved down, placing his fingertip against the entrance. Pressing firmly, Ja-kyung clenched his teeth. Ah, it's tight. Kang Il-hyeon removed his hand, turned around, and found a tube of gel from the drawer. He held it against the hole and squeezed. His eyes look fierce, but his movements are leisurely. On the contrary, Ja-kyung got impatient, raising his head several times to look down.
"Why are you taking so long today?"
"Don't get impatient."
"I'm not getting impatient, nngh!"
The finger that entered inside curved and scraped the inner wall. Ja-kyung stopped breathing and twisted his waist. Aah. The finger moving back and forth suddenly stopped, and Il-hyeon's gaze came up.
"Do you want to be on top?"
Ja-kyung opened his eyes wide. Even after hearing it, he couldn't believe it, so he asked if he was serious, and Il-hyeon pulled his finger out. The hole twitched and closed, and Kang Il-hyeon extended his hand. When he took that hand, his body was pulled up. He removed the petal stuck to his forehead and supported his waist.
His body felt light, making the intense exercise of the past few days seem meaningless. He wrapped his arms around his neck and wrapped both legs around his waist. At first, being carried and held by a grown adult man was embarrassing, but at some point, this too became a familiar position.
Kang Il-hyeon kept pressing kisses on his lips even while walking.
"What's with this. You acted like you'd never do it even if you died."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a ziiip sound of a zipper opening. Huh? Before he could even question it, something hard touched the hole. As he frowned, Il-hyeon slightly relaxed the strength in his arm. His body slid down, and the glans poked and prodded the hole.
With each step, it thrust in deeper and deeper. I knew this would happen. Ja-kyung frowned and struggled to get down.
"Fuck. You said I'd be on top!"
The more he struggled, the more the cock entered. Aah, Ja-kyung couldn't hold back and pressed his forehead against Il-hyeon's shoulder, tensing both thighs. The scary thing about instinct is that even in that situation, he kept rubbing his cock against Il-hyeon's abdomen.
Il-hyeon walked to the bed, and as soon as he sat down, he lay back. His stomach feels sore from the cock filling him completely without any gap. Ja-kyung braced his hands against his chest and slowly raised his upper body. Looking down, he saw that his ass had completely swallowed Kang Il-hyeon's cock.
Frowning and glaring, Kang Il-hyeon grinned shamelessly.
"You said you wanted to be on top."
"Fuck..."
"I granted your wish, so move well."