Cha Uijae finally unlocked the door after an hour and thirty minutes. Sayoung had waited patiently the entire time. Not that it required much patienceâcompared to how long he had already been waiting, this brief time felt like nothing.
As he heard footsteps approaching the door, Sayoung lifted his head. Uijae poked his head out cautiously, narrowing his eyes.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
ââ¦What are you doing out here?â
âI was waiting for you, of course⦠until you came out.â
Sayoung, resting his cheek on his arm draped over the back of the chair, smiled with a slight squint.
âFeeling a bit calmer now?â
Uijae, still half-hiding behind the door, glared at Sayoung.
âThis⦠this was the mackerelsâ doing, wasnât it?â
âWell, Iâd assume so.â
âI saw the photos. They were taken with perfect precisionâpractically blackmail. Did you put them up to it?â
âOh, so you saw the photos too? Well, Iâm glad they turned out well, thenâ¦.â
âDamn it⦠Those jerks need to be dealt with.â
Cursing under his breath, Uijae stormed forward. His expression was menacing, as if he were ready to head to the fish market and take down every last mackerel. Sensing this, Sayoung tilted his head slightly, making sure the red marks on his neck were visible. As expected, Uijaeâs fierce demeanor softened a little.
âBut thanks to that article, all the other issues have been covered up.â