Healer

t to.
I’m not Cocaine, so why do you keep wanting me to do that?”

He hated having to put up a pretense that wasn’t funny, but pretending to be Cocaine made his teeth grind even more.
He’d rather sing with his lower body uncovered on the street.
Yaba’s eyes met his lips.

“That person wants to see Cocaine, but I don’t want him to.”

“Who is that person?”

“The person who provided the sperm when I was created.”

With a pleasant expression on his face and a poignant voice, he exuded a strange sense of alienation.
Yaba asked again.

“Why does your dad want to meet Cocaine?”

“Because his eldest son has cancer and only has a month to live.”

“Then tell him to live diligently for the rest of the time.”

“I thought so too, but that person wants to fix him.”

“Then you can send Cocaine to him.”

“I told you I didn’t want to.”

Why? Why don’t you want to do that? Yaba hid the words under his tongue.
Every time he put the name of Cocaine on his lips, it felt like a blunt needle was digging into raw flesh.
His elbow and the scent of cologne touched his shoulder, making him recall his memory of Hyungwook.

“If you don’t want to send him, you don’t have to send him.”

“He needs Cocaine.”

“Then send him.”

“Whew…”

Cha Yiseok took a deep breath at the conversation that went in a circle.
A sharp light flashed in his eyes.

“Sure.
We will do the same tomorrow.”

He stretched his torso forward like a jaguar stretched out, stepping away from Yaba’s eye level.
He said, putting a cigarette to his lips.

“That’s all you have to do.
There’s nothing dangerous, and if you want extra compensation, just tell me.”

“No need.
It’s going to go into the Giha’s pocket anyway.”

“Then I’ll send it to your bank account without letting the boss know.”

“I don’t have a bank account.”

Cha Yiseok lowered his voice like a person trying to conspire.

“Then, is there a good way to avoid the boss’s eyes?”

“No.”

Giha’s exploits were cunning.
Masks and costumes had to be entrusted only to the designers introduced by Giha, and they were forced to be replaced once a week, even if they were eye-poppingly expensive.
They had to pay for the lodging, electricity bill, and toilet paper with their own money, and they had to pay the price of gas to the underlings who would drive them to the store.
He had to earn a lot just to spend much more, so it was like pouring water into a bottomless pit.
Just like how it was in his old town.

“There are no secrets here.
Before, a kid secretly conspired with money, but was caught by the thugs and beaten for 2 nights and 3 days.
The thugs were dissatisfied, so they pissed on him, and he went crazy and got kicked out of the store.”

“Oh, dear.”

Cha Yiseok’s eyebrows twitched arbitrarily.
Contrary to his tone of voice, his expression did not show a single sign of compassion.
If you resist, you will be trampled on, and if you become useless, you will be discarded.
There would be no losses for those people who were at the top of the food chain.
Yaba looked at his lips regardless of his will.
His lips and skin were smooth for a weak man, and his muscles were not gnawed at.
It was the colour that only the bitterness of self-control could win.

“Think about it slowly.
So what is the conclusion?”

“What if I say no till the end?”

“I don’t want the other guys.
All I need is you.”

The only thing Yaba needed the most was to complete this messy imitation.
Nevertheless, he could see himself picking up the words he had thoughtlessly thrown away earlier.
The persistent eyes licked up Yaba’s expression under the mask.

“You’re stubborn.”

He ruffled his tidy hair and murmured.

“What don’t you like? If there is a way to change your mind, let me know.”

Cha Yiseok leaned his upper body down and gazed deeply into him.
Yaba wanted to meet that anticipation, but he also wanted to break it completely.
He wanted to run away immediately, but he wanted to hold on to that moment forever.
He was always in two minds.
At first, he was only resentful because of the unintended accident.
That kiss took over his head, and then his eyes kept wandering and he wanted to see him again.
Once more, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the next day….
He wanted to see him every day.
Then he wanted to touch him, he wanted him to touch him… It just kept getting worse for him.

“Forget about money.
If I’m going to do this, in return…”

He focused his attention.
He didn’t know why he thought of that at the time or even after time passes.
There were so many things he didn’t know in his lifetime.

A voice like a thread flowed from Yaba’s lips.

“What do you want me to do? Speak properly.”

Cha Yiseok leaned over and put his ear to Yaba’s lips.
The clean auricles filled his eyes.
The fragrance emanating from the shirt made him dizzy.
Thump thump thump… The sound of his heart beating shook his head like a magic drum.

“Ki…”

Yaba opened and closed his lips, letting the rest of the words flow into his ear.

“Kiss me…”