Chapter 2.11

Yeah, I definitely tried to endure it.

"Kwon Woo-jae."

That determination didn't last even a minute.

Woo-jae raised his eyelids at the low warning sound.

"Do you know why I broke up with Kim Eun-pyo?"

"Because you broke up with him on your own."

The two gazes met in the air.

Woo-jae stared at Won with a confident and intense gaze.

"Because Kim Eun-pyo is Kim Eun-kang's son. That's why we broke up."

Woo-jae narrowed his eyes as if asking what that meant.

He clearly knew that Eun-pyo liked wine, but he hadn't yet realized the reason for their breakup.

"Because he didn't want to be involved with the center, he told me to cut off all ties with my family if I wanted to marry him."

"..."

"I've known Kim Eun-pyo for over ten years. If you're going to ignore those years and isolate yourself, then I guess I don't really know you either."

Woo-jae stared intently without blinking.

He seemed to expect some special treatment from me.

I had a vague idea of what that might be.

It amused me that Kwon Woo-jae mistook his misguided feelings for affection and I realized that I had to deal with his feelings.

Around that time, Woo-jae slightly parted his lips.

"Ah."

There was no surprise or any other emotion, but it was a brief exclamation.

"Did you break up with Kim Eun-pyo because he couldn't handle my bloodline?"

There was no response.

Woo-jae's gaze met a rather firm stare.

Woo-jae, who had been expressionless all along, suddenly burst into laughter.

"I'm different from Kim Eun-pyo."

"..."

"I can abandon him. It's not a big deal."

Woo-jae was completely off point.

I had never told Woo-jae to sever our blood ties if he wanted to be with me.

Even if Woo-jae abandoned his bloodline, nothing would change.

"If you want, I can extract every drop of Kwon Woo-hyuk's blood from my body without leaving a trace."

It was quite a radical determination.

But once again, nothing changed.

"Stop acting like a child."

"Don't you believe me?"

Won avoided Woo-jae's gaze with an indifferent face.

A sharp cracking sound, as if the gaze had been twisted, could be heard.

Startled eyes turned to Woo-jae.

The glass he had been holding was shattered on the table, in a very miserable state.

The table and the floor underneath were a complete mess.

Wine had splashed over the table and onto the floor...

"..."

Drops of blood dripping from clenched fists.

Woo-jae squeezed the glass shards in his palm even harder.

The blood that seeped out of his palm stained his white shirt as it flowed down his arm.

I could only stare blankly at it.

The saliva that had accumulated in my mouth had awakened me.

Won swallowed the saliva heavily.

He acted as if he didn't feel any pain.

He just held the glass shards tightly with an expressionless face.

"Are you crazy?!"

The circle rose late and quickly grabbed Woojae's hand.

Even though he tried to check the condition of his hand, the tightly clenched fist showed no movement.

"Open your hand, you crazy bastard!"

Raising his voice was useless.

Woo-jae looked at Won's pale face and even laughed softly.

"Kwon Woojae!"

"Are you worried about me now?"

"Release the grip on your hand!"

"Kiss me. Then I'll let go."

"This crazy...! Are you joking even in this situation? Release it quickly!"

Won exerted all his strength to forcibly open Woo-jae's hand.

The more he did, the tighter Woo-jae clenched his fist.

As the glass shards embedded deeper, the amount of blood flowing through the gaps in his hand increased.

In the end, Won gave up trying to forcibly open his hand and just shook his foot in place.

Woo-jae, who had been silently watching his appearance, suddenly burst into laughter.

"You still won't come over like this."

Only then did his grip on his hand loosen.

The glass embedded in his palm wasn't particularly large, but it certainly couldn't be called small.

Moreover, it was deeply embedded.

Can anyone not blink an eye when it comes to this point?

I couldn't gauge how to deal with this situation.

Won, who had his hand tightly clenched, reached out his hand towards the bed.

He picked up the phone that had been thrown carelessly.

When he tried to enter 119 on the keypad, Woo-jae snatched the phone away.

"It's over."

"What's over? Look at your messed up hand and tell me!"

He casually handed the remaining glass to Won.

"Give me the phone."

Without thinking, Won took the glass and his fingertips trembled.

Without saying a word, Kwon Woo-jae handed him a wine glass.

Then he picked up the wine bottle.

"...Kwon Woo-jae."

"Drink it."

With those words, Woo-jae clinked the glass and the bottle together and drank the wine.

No matter how much I tried to understand, this situation didn't make sense at all.

"What are you doing right now?"

The room, which seemed like not a speck of dust had settled, was in a messy state with wine and blood scattered around.

But in this situation, calmly drinking alcohol?

The unfocused gaze was fixed on the shiny liquid flowing down Woo-jae's lips.

In the end, Woo-jae emptied all the bottles in that spot and furrowed his brow as he put the bottle down.

The clear eyes were even more relaxed.

There's no way he got drunk just from that, but Woojae looked at the attire of the circle with blurry eyes.

"I'll call the staff, so open the door when the bell rings. Before you come, change out of that shitty robe. Show everything inside."

"You..."

"Since it's empty, I'm going to keep my promise. If I stay any longer, I might really eat you."

"..."

"Sleep well, senior."

For a moment, Won almost mistook himself for seeing a hallucination.

Woojae crossed the room with a natural movement.

His hands, covered in blood and trembling, were seen convulsing finely.

He's going to sleep well in this situation.

You damn bastard.

Even in the midst of a cluttered mind, curses towards Woo-jae flowed like waves.

Thud.

Won clenched his teeth while looking at the blood droplets that followed Woo-jae's footsteps.

"Kwon Woo-jae!"

Thump thump.

Won called Woojae's name repeatedly and knocked on the door.

In the end, he had to chase after Kwon Woo-jae.

Isn't he dead from excessive bleeding?

Even if he shouted until his voice burst, there was no response from beyond the door.

His heart began to grow impatient.

At that moment, the sound of the elevator alert rang out.

He could hear the busy footsteps.

He finally remembered that he had called the staff on the landline before leaving the room.

"Sir, were you very surprised? For now, I'll give you a key card for another room...."

"What about the first aid kit? Since the room is fine, please bring the master key from here. That crazy bastard is stuck in the room without even getting treatment, and he's not answering as if he's dead..."

Thud.

While his face turned pale, the door opened from the inside, with only the latch clicking meaninglessly.

His head turned reflexively.

"Hey, you crazy bastard! Why are you opening the door now?"

"Don't make a fuss. It's annoying."

"You look like you're about to die, and you're annoyed?"

Woo-jae's hand was wrapped in torn cloth.

The cloth, soaked in blood, was already dyed bright red.

There was no color in his face.

The corridor became noisy in an instant.

The staff member who brought the first aid kit started emergency treatment in a fluster.

Woo-jae maintained a blank expression, but his eyebrows twitched occasionally.

Emergency treatment was not going smoothly.

It wasn't just Won who felt that, another staff member tried to take Woo-jae out.

Won stood up as well.

"Where are you crawling out with that attire? Wait here. I'll be back soon."

Since the employee came to the room, Woo-jae frowned deeply.

He pushed the employee's shoulder into the room.

"Still...."

"There's a shopping bag inside, so change your clothes."

In the end, he was left alone in the room.

He let out a long, delayed breath.

When he brushed his hair back, it stiffly fell down.

Won looked down at his hands, covered in dried blood.

His heart pounded heavily at the sight of the hardened blood.

Instead of catching his breath, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

After roughly wiping off the blood and coming out, the doorbell rang.

He waved his hand at the sound of someone clearing the current room and changing the room.

He apologized for causing a disturbance.