A weirdo in my house

Getting involved with Park Salin... I won't do that. I might feel strangely good around him, but I'm not at the point of desperation to propose marriage.

I got into my car and drove toward the neighborhood where Park Han's house was located.

The building didn't have proper security. I climbed the stairs and stopped at door 195. It was slightly open.

I smiled. Nothing better than breaking into a house and catching the residents by surprise.

I stepped inside. There was a small hallway. I looked around—everything was dark. But on the kitchen table, there was a phone.

— Yoma...

I heard a voice in the background and turned toward it. There was a bit of light.

I approached cautiously, listening to low sounds that grew louder. Was that… a moan? I wondered as I peeked through the doorway.

It was a man. He had short black hair, wore earrings, and had a half-moon tattoo on his nape, along with some names inked on his arms. His physique was extremely defined. And one of his hands… It was occupied, stroking his intimate area.

He was masturbating.

He was looking in the opposite direction, unable to see me. But I wanted to see his face. I felt something shift inside me. With every movement he made, I lost a bit of my sanity. My breathing became unsteady. Why was this so… attractive? I think that's the word.

— Yoma...

I swallowed dryly. He was calling someone's name.

He sighed and, with effort, turned toward me. His eyes widened, his breathing was heavy—his chest visibly rising and falling. His face was flushed, and his lips were as velvety as blood.

If Aphrodite were a man, he would look like him.

It was Park Salin.

— What the f*ck?!

He immediately covered himself. He wasn't completely naked, he wore a gray t-shirt, but he pulled the covers over his head, radiating pure anger.

— I should've locked the damn door! I knew one of you bastards would show up! Can't you see I'm busy? You idiot!

He seemed extremely irritated about being interrupted… He still hadn't calmed his breathing. Maybe from shock.

— No… That wasn't my intention. Actually, I was just leaving!

— Great! And next time, knock on the door, dumbass!

He looked like a perfectly sculpted marble statue.

Salin was drunk. And it didn't seem like just one bottle.

— You people from Goden have no manners at all!

This might've been a huge coincidence, but thinking about it, Taeho was the one who gave me this address. Maybe it wasn't such a coincidence after all.

— The deadline is tomorrow! I said. He stuck his tongue out at me.

— I'll be back.

Park Sora, 24 years old. Works as a gas station attendant, earning 1,600. Park Salin earns 5,000. He is the one supporting the family.

His father just recovered from surgery, and his mother is still hospitalized. His parents had an accident during a storm in their orchard. The storm destroyed everything, causing a huge financial loss. His younger siblings were safe since they were playing in the basement.

Salin sent them to boarding school until their parents recovered.

To treat his parents and save the orchard, six months ago, Park Sora borrowed 110,000 from Goden, and Park Salin helps pay it off.

I had never felt this sensation before, it was as if I had really done something wrong. Was I embarrassed? Was it a humiliating scene?

I walked, feeling a bit unsteady. Something between my legs was bothering me more than usual.

How was this possible? I hadn't taken any stimulants, yet I felt my face heat up, my breathing was loud, and I had a partial erection.

— What's up, man? You okay?

Thomas André, my usual work partner, was waiting for me.

— No, — I said, and Thomas didn't take it well.

— Are you nervous? Did Park Sora threaten you?

— It was Park Salin. — I replied, still feeling uneasy.

All I knew was that he was beautiful—everything else was confusing in my mind and body.

— And who is Park Salin?

— You haven't heard? I asked, surprised. Everyone was talking about me getting with him at the bar.

— I just got back from a trip! But what does it matter? Did he touch you? Did he try something?

— No, I didn't even get close to him. I think I need to go back! — I declared.

But when I felt weakness in my legs at the thought of returning, I immediately gave up and handed my car keys to Thomas.

— Are you sure you'll be okay? — he asked, and I just nodded.

— It sucks when you get like this. Is that therapy even helping?

— I hate it too!

— Is Park Salin one of your mother's girls? Did she set you up? Tried to drug you?"

— Park Salin is a man and has nothing to do with my mother.

— Oh, well, that's a relief. But explain, damn it! I'm not a mind reader.

(...)

At college, Salin always seemed cute.

But now, things are beyond that.

I had never thought about it this way before, but Park Salin is… attractive.

I stood before his door. I still needed to collect the payment. And also check if he was okay.

I knocked, and the door opened.

The brunette's eyes met mine, but he said nothing.

I felt a faint sting of disappointment deep in my pride. At the same time, I felt my breath slipping from my control again.

— Park Salin, I'm here on behalf of Goden.

I sounded like a regular debt collector.

— Why are you acting like nothing happened? Min Jun-Ho, I know it was you yesterday!

He blurted out, surprising me.

— I… I wasn't sure if you remembered.

Damn, this was stressful.

— And how did you know it was me?

I always wore a mask and gloves, making it impossible to see my tattoos—though I had many.

— They're still your eyes, dumbass! I really need to stop drinking. How the hell did I end up kissing a damn Goden hunting dog?

He muttered to himself, then briefly looked at me, biting his lip. His hands instinctively moved behind his back, embarrassed.

— Of course, I remember...

I wanted to step closer, but my hands trembled. I stayed frozen in place. Every action of his made me feel overly sensitive.

— I see… I know this is sudden, but can we go out sometime?

— Like a date?

— Yeah, and then you could do that thing again… so I can watch. It seems… interesting.

His entire demeanor changed.

His confused gaze turned into disbelief and outrage. He stormed toward me with clenched fists, reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of cash, and shoved it against my chest with anger.

— Never come near me again, you freak!

It happened so fast.

Without another word, he shut the door in my face and locked it.