CNA BOOK 6 - 2

2. Blue Shangri-La

[Wake up, Taekjoo.]

He lifted his eyelids at the sound of wake-up, and the blinding sunlight struck his eyeballs.

He furrowed his brow and tried to block it with his hand, but Zhenya came over and sat

down, relieving him of the ef fort.

[We've arrived.]

[Where have we arrived?]

Zhenya nodded out the window , as if to ask him to get up. He grunted and pulled his upper

body up, screaming all over his body , even though he was well rested. His whole body was

swollen, and his skin felt strange. When he finally sat up, Zhenya of fered him a bottle of water . Somehow , he does all kinds of weird things. He patted him on the cheek and slid it down from the neck up. He had been suffering from intense thirst all his sleep, so he emptied an entire bottle of water in one sitting. He squashed the empty plastic bottle as was his habit and walked to the window .

Zhenya' s horse and yacht were moored in a harbour . For some reason, he didn't see any other yachts. Only a few motorboats and jet skis came into view . The serene emerald sea caught his eye. The large building was not noticeable. So did Accreditation. He wonders if it's a remote island somewhere. How is the neatly groomed coast? Even if you look at it, it looks like a human being, but there are no people at all, so he felt uncomfortable.

At that moment, Zhenya came up behind him and leaned over as if to squirm lightly , and

wrapped his arms around Kwon Taekjoo's shoulder . As was his habit, he rubbed his head against his hair . He nudged him on the back and leaned over him as he spoke.

[Where is this place?]

[Well.]

[Jongwoo says it's Mexico, right?]

[I suppose so.]

[If you're right, you're right or you're not, what are you talking about?]

[It doesn't matter where you are, as long as it's quiet and undisturbed, isn't it?]

He wasn't wrong. Still, in hindsight, he should have known where he was. For Kwon

Taekjoo, Zhenya was all that was needed.

[A place where no one can disturb you. What the hell is that?]

Just as he was stunned, his stomach growled. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember what

his last meal was. He doesn't know how much longer it's been since he's lost consciousness.

Zhenya slumped and swept down the belly of the federal, which was roaring loudly .

[Let's go eat first.]

It sounded a bit sneering, but it was a welcome sound. But the one who asked him to eat

procrastinated and kissed him on the nape of his neck. The hand that had been stroking his

belly slid down a little and burrowed shamelessly into his groyne. He licks his ears while kneading the soft flesh uncontrollably . He slapped Kimira's hand away from him for another bout there.

[Why do you touch other people while you want to eat?]

[Hmm... Regards? I couldn't sleep because I cried all night.]

[Did you do it again when I was sleeping?]

[You like it a lot, don't you?]

He didn't think he slept soundly , he passed out. Even before he met Zhenya, he would spend days right after completing his mission. It was to replenish the exhausted strength and repair the broken body . Ever since he got involved with Zhenya, they've always been together like gold. It was the reason why he suddenly appeared at the site of the operation and kidnapped Kwon T aekjoo. He kept staring at the sleeping person, touching them and having sex with them as he pleased. He woke up a little along the way , but the voice repeating his name, the line of sight

that never left him, more than usual the body temperature that has risen and the act of mixing flesh itself is quite sad and sweet, so he pretends not to know .

He put it on. He just wanted to do it rather than have a particular preference. In any case, having sex while sleeping was good for Kwon Taekjoo because it would make up for the lack of sleep, and it would be good for Zhenya to get rid of his overflowing lust. 'Don't you like it too?' Does that agree with what he said? If he sticks to him for a long time, he will resemble him, and it seems that his weird tastes have shifted.

Tsk, he clicked his tongue and pushed the smirking one away . He didn't know where it was, but now that he' s reached land, he thinks he'll have to go outside. That's right he had to wear something to sleep, but the problem was that the previous suit he wore was already

unrecognisable. He set out to find something to wear . First, he opened the closet. In addition to bath robes made of various materials such as silk and cotton, Zhenya' s clothes were hung one after another . He brought a variety of clothes as if he had come on some kind of vacation, and he looked around just in case, but there were no

clothes from the owner of the house. If he' s going to chase him like this, he' s going to bring him some of his clothes.

In any case, it lacks delicacy . He ripped off a new pair of drawers and put on a robe. Anyway , it looks like a vacation spot

outside, it's hot, and it's just a meal right now .

It seemed that there would be no problem in wearing it like that. Just as he was about to close the closet door , he noticed a pile of bags underneath it. Just in case, he checked and found that it contained all kinds of firearms, as expected. He pulled out a pistol and held it in his hand. He didn't have his own rum in his hand, but it was usable. He was wondering where to put it, but Zhenya, who was watching, smiled faintly and said,

[You won't need that.]

[Are you sure?]

Zhenya wondered if he had been deceived, and left the bedroom.

[This way .]

He didn't know what was steaming, but he picked it for the time being. When he stepped out of the yacht, he saw a line of people in white uniforms, as well as the people he had met earlier. They greeted each other as if they had been waiting for the two of them.

[Welcome.]

He was stif fened by the undeserved hospitality . There were goosebumps in his ears. Wouldn't they all mistake him for a VIP , rather than being hunted down?

[I was told that you didn't eat anything on the yacht, so I prepared a meal. I'll do it.]

Soon a man stepped in and ushered the two of them around. He followed him, who was presumed to be the manager , and walked along the wooden deck that led from the first

arrival. On both sides of the road, shallow , clear water lapped in the water . It was so clear that he could clearly see the white sand on the bottom, coral corals, sea urchins, starfish, and small fish. As they ventured deeper into the ocean, a sea turtle swam beneath the deck. It was an unreal sight, as if it had been made out of CG. As intoxicated as the scenery was, Kwon T aekjoo' s eyes were busy searching the surroundings. At first glance, he could see a white building among the trees. In terms of size, the number of users

Judging by his costumes, it looked like a tourist accommodation.

"What's the resort?"

[I heard it's a villa.]

He replied casually . He gasped. A villa with 100 rooms on such a large plot of land. Is it a

hobby to interact with Zhenya or him, or to build a palace-like villa on a deserted island

where no one is looking? The culprit couldn't understand it at all. The rich guys just shook

their heads. After walking for a while, we came to the end of the deck. There, a large pergola was erected to shade it. He made it. The four sides were open, and the sea breeze blew through, and the long stretches of cloth fluttered incessantly . Beneath it was a lar ge table with a variety of food. The breakfast was lar ge and the variety was more than necessary .

[Sit down.]

"Toast and coffee for breakfast, what is this all about?"

It was a shame that all the food that the two of them had not been able to accomplish would

be thrown away , and he pulled out a random chair and sat down with a puzzled expression. It was a place with a direct view of the sea.

Every time the white cloth of the per gola opened, a flood of all kinds of blue disturbed the eyes. The distant sea was a dark indigo, but the sea was a pale shade of rain. He stared blankly at the ecstasy and clicked my tongue.

[I don't know who the owner is... I'm the only one in this world. It smells like something.]

"Why do you want it?"

"What do you want to have, yes, it's here or your Ajinoki or a deserted island. I can't live

because I'm suf focated, I'll be mentally ill even if I'm locked up for a year ."

Zhenya, who was fixed on Kwon T aekjoo The gaze turns to the front. There was no change in his expression. Still, he quietly gulped down the water , and he looked unknowingly fat. For

me, it's like a paradise, but his island that he' s decorated with a lot of DIY care, to put it in a

bad way .

[Mangoes, you should eat some too.]

He pushed the mango plate in front of me toward Zhenya. Zhenya glanced sideways. He only did not move a hand. The bastard was big but narrow inside. If he wanted to go back to

Korea in the future, he would have to coax him well, but it was dif ficult to make him feel

good at the time.

[It's really sweet.]

He took a bite of the mango and gently shoved it to Zhenya. Zhenya, who was looking at

Kwon Taekjoo like a jeer , took a bite as if he couldn't win.

"How's that? delicious, isn't it?"

[Hmm.]

Zhenya nodded roughly , unimpressed. Then, with a graceful gesture, he poured a cup of red

tea into it. After savouring the scent for a moment, he furrowed his brows, put down his

glass, and wiped his mouth. It seems that the prepared car did not satisfy his luxurious tastes. Somehow , you are an aristocratic bastard. If you give it to him, he'll eat whatever you give him. He glanced at him with a grim look in his mouth. Suddenly , he felt a presence behind him. He turned around and saw a man walking along the deck. His retinue surrounded him and guarded him loudly . Is he the owner of this luxurious island?

[.....Timing.]

Zhenya looked unwelcome. Kwon Taekjoo asked, his gaze fixed on the approaching man.

[Who?]

[I told you, Taekjoo, you don't need to know .]

[I think I'll see you soon, but I don't need to know what.]

Soon, the man responded to the gaze of the two and smiled cheerfully . His lips made a long arc at once, and his eyes folded one after another . Nine out of ten of those smiling men were impostors. The gesture of expressing his welcome without hesitation by spreading his arms to the sides also looked cheerful when he said it well, and light when he said it frankly .

He carefully examined the man. His hair , his skin, his eyes, and his eyebrows were all dark-

coloured Hispanic. He thought he was in his mid-to-late thirties. The hair rack that almost

covered the nape of the neck is swept naturally and sleeveless He was dressed in a printed shirt, white pants, and flip-flops.

[Friends. You came first, didn't you?]

The man approached without hesitation and touched the table. At the same time, the smell of thick perfume wafted through the air , and Zhenya looked at him and continued to eat. The man didn't care about his disrespect and turned his head to Kwon Taekjoo. He is embarrassed by the squirming of his mouth, and when their eyes meet, he winks. Kwon's frown widened.

"What, this bird?"

The hand that held the knife was also strained.

The man burst out laughing at the unexpectedly strong reaction.

"Let's put down that kind of nasty thing in the beginning, Qin Gu, don't fight in the morning,

that's the order of my house."

If the day gets unnecessarily long, ask for a handshake. Kwon Taekjoo looked nervously at

the man's hand stretched out in front of him. The other man waved his outstretched hand up and down lightly , as if trying to break his guard.

[Nice to meet you, I'm Matthias. Matthias Perez.]

[Matthias Perez?]

As soon as he hears the man's name, he tilts his head. Rattled. For some reason, the name was so familiar . It was the first time he had ever seen Matthias himself.

"Apparently my father's fame has reached that small country , right?"

[Who's your father?]

Kwon Taekjoo didn't answer the question and gave him a hearty look. Matthias grinned, his

eyes sharpened.

[Antonio Perez.]

[Antonio Perez... Don't...!]

He muttered softly , fumbling his memory

Kwon Taekjoo grabbed Zhenya' s cheek. Zhenya looked at him in surprise. Matthias was taken aback, too.

"You bastard! Are you also dealing with drugs now?"

"No way , I'm not interested in drugs, it's just a hobby for weak idiots."

"Why are you meeting that bird?"

Zhenya raised his eyebrows and stared at Matthias. Matthias shrugged his shoulders and looked at him in disbelief. Zhenya pondered the context of the conversation and smirked.

[Because they want my weapon. We need state-of-the-art, powerful firepower to protect Tell.]

[....really?]

"This is my lover , but I don't trust him."

Zhenya looked disappointed. Half-heartedly following its explanation, he slowly let go of the

grip he had gripped. The raspy breath did not subside easily . There was still a way to glare at Zhenya disappointedly . After all, Antonio Perez was a drug lord in Mexico. His organisation has been producing and

distributing drugs for decades, and the bar

He have accumulated a fortune. In the process, they did not hesitate to commit illegal robes, solicitations, kidnappings, and murders.

In response, the Mexican government sought to suppress them. However , all attempts have been futile. With the money they earn, they are more powerful than the government army . It was because of the armed forces. He could see why the Cuban police and the Mexican government had not been able to touch Matthias' yacht. As soon as he pointed his gun at him, it was clear that there would be a war .

The Mexico government has already made numerous sacrifices in its friction with the Perez cartel. In such a gown, there was no jaw to disturb them hastily because of a foreign country , not even their own country .

Zhenya is a reward for Kwon Taekjoo's own well-being. They were going to provide weapons to Perez's group, and it was obvious how they would be used. He couldn't have felt at ease if he knew that.

[Hey, you crazy bastard, what the hell did you do?]

[Why are you angry , Taekjoo? I was just trading as usual.]

He was speechless at the carefree reply . It's not like he didn't know that Zhenya was an arms dealer. He didn't expect him to change his mind just because he had a close relationship with himself. Injustices that were nothing more than everyday to him were done because of Kwon Taekjoo himself. He couldn't allow that.

[Who's going to make that deal with you? I told you I don't need your help, don't interfere in

my business.]

[There's no reason why I should listen to that.]

[What?]

[Don't you know this? this is my way . I've been trading to get what I need, but this time it was

you, the owner .]

Suddenly , his head throbbed. It felt like a heavy rock was tightly pressed against his chest. Another response to cyber terrorismIt seemed to have led to international crime. He didn't know what kind of deal was going on behind the scenes, and he was happy to see Zhenya on the scene. He gulped down the water in his confused mind, and the crampedness didn't go away in the slightest. Zhenya called out to Kwon Taekjoo, who seemed to be disintegrating.

[You will do whatever it takes to protect your country's safety . He has committed countless

crimes.]

In fact, the justice of one country may become the injustice of another . This was the reason

why Kwon's own duties could not always be said to be fair and desirable. Zhenya pinched it. So did he.

[Taekjoo, I did everything in my power for your safety , and I will continue to do so.]

[Hah...]

He was thrilled. He should be grateful for your patience. It wasn't a renewed sense of justice.

He just couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhenya that he had chosen a majority of injustices for

Kwon Taekjoo herself. Of course, he wasn't the kind of guy who would have considered the

use of weapons in the first place. Even so, if Kwon Taekjoo Ja Shin had not been involved, he couldn't help but wonder if this deal would have been completed.

[The things I hand over are just pieces of metal, whether I use them to protect myself or

attack others... It's up to you.]

[I'll use it righteously .]

[Even if that's the case, it's not for us to get involved. Are you going to say that all the

military companies in the world are evil? So what about your army? Are they right?]

He wasn't wrong, either . In order to strengthen the country's national defence capability , it is

steadily training its military units and introducing new weapons. Now , for the people, it will be for the sake of peace, but the state is bound to be a threat to the country .

Can it be defined? Moreover , just as dynamite was not developed as a lethal weapon from the beginning, there is no reason to blame the production and distribution of the weapon itself. In the first place, there may be no such thing as absolute righteousness.

At least today , the definition is left according to each person's situation and beliefs.

It was bound to be erased. Still, he hoped that Zhenya' s life would gradually turn more toward the sunny than the dark. He wants him to come to a place that is a little closer to Kwon Taekjoo himself.

"Come on, stop, I don't know why you're fighting, but let's focus on the meal at mealtime."

Matthias clapped his hands to freeze dawn and broke the mood. Then he pulled out a spare chair and sat down and began to look at Kwon Taekjoo. Kwon Taekjoo glares only at Zhenya at his naked gaze, but he taps his bowl with a fork to distract him.

[Hey, sir, I still haven't heard what your name is.]

[You better not know , right?]

[Why?]

[As a matter of principle, I must kill anyone who knows who I am.]

[Oh?]

Matthias looks like he's been punched. It was. Zhenya chuckled at that. It was a sign of fun. The gesture of the man who was spreading the butter on the bread was so gentle. Matthias nodded in understanding. Far from being disturbed by Kwon Taek-joo's chilly attitude, he continues to overlook his useless affinity.

"So what should I call you?"

[I don't need to call you, I'm leaving soon anyway .]

[Ahaha! I can see what kind of personality you have, but what can I do? I don't think I'll be

able to get out here right now .]

[If I want to stop it, I'll have to do it my way ,]

Kwon Taekjoo clenched his knife again, not joking or bravado. He can overpower his

opponent with just a fork or chopsticks. And now , depending on the situation, he' s ready to do whatever it takes. His dark eyes were sharpened. Matthias raised his hands in surrender as if he had misunderstood.

[That's not what I meant, my friend. I think the Cuban government asked the Mexican government for cooperation. They wanted you to extradite the suspect who was taken away

by Perez's group. The government was just looking for an opportunity to hit us, but now they have a good reason. You don't have to come forward and expose yourself at this time, do you? I'd rather wait patiently until the right time comes.]

[I thought I had caught a rotten rope, but it was a fuse.]

Kwon Taekjoo, who was muttering to himself, tapped Zhenya' s foot under the table.

"Hey, can I really trust this guy?"

[He's not worth believing.]

[What?]

"Taekjoo, I'm the only one you can trust, and just because the buyer is like that, you don't

have to doubt the value of my weapon."

[You doubt his sincerity . They always put knives on their backs.]

He glanced down at Matthias with a disgruntled look. Matthias only smiled, as if he didn't know Russian at all.

"Look, even now , he's just like a back-alley gangster ."

"Well, I don't think it's much different."

He chuckled and agreed. There was a sigh of relief in the fruitless conversation. After sweeping away the cyber gangs, he escaped to the drug lord's den. He couldn't help but laugh.

[Anyway , I don't know why you're being chased by the Cubans, but turn around safely . I'll be well prepared for this. In the meantime, I want you to rest in peace at my villa, and you don't need to be anxious. It's the safest place in the world.]

Matthias assured with a confident face. The one with the strongest weapon in the world and the one who claims to be the safest shield. Has this island become an impregnable fortress? He was stunned.

"It's safe, it's naval, and let me go back as soon as possible."

"Shouldn't I still recover my body first?"

Matthias nodded at Kwon Taek Joo.

He followed his gaze, and through the loose robe, he could see his bandaged shoulders and chest. He may not have any particular intentions, but he has no qualms about looking inside other people's clothes. After all, he was the kind of person who didn't like it. Kwon Taekjoo pulled his gown back and drew a clear line.

[It's not your business.]

"Oh, don't be so wary , I like women."

Matthias grinned, responding to Kwon's stares. Then, suddenly , he snapped his fingers and

made a snapping sound.

[Would you like to call the girls instead, then it would be less boring.]

[I don't need it.]

Kwon Taekjoo glanced at Zhenya once. He asked if he were like that. The corners of his

mouth curled up silently .

[Are you serious? No, why? Wouldn't it be boring if we were alone? I can't stay here all the time.]

[That's a good thing to hear .]

[Don't lose face, mate, it's only natural for a man to seek out a woman. Isn't it, Bogdanov?]

Matthias asked for his consent. However , Zhenya' s gaze is fixed on Kwon Taekjoo early on, and he doesn't stray anywhere. Matthias' eyes widened because Zhenya was smiling softly.

[No, I don't need it.]

Matthias' villa boasted more than seventy guest rooms, a banquet hall, a conference room, two pools, four dining rooms, a bar with all kinds of alcoholic beverages, a gym with a

collection of new motor equipment, a meditation room with a view of the sea, a tennis court, a shooting range, and a theatre. In terms of facilities and standards, it is comparable to other resorts. There was no such thing. But what he liked more than anything else was that there was no one staying there except Kwon Taekjoo, Zhenya, and Matthias. Matthias assigned a room to Kwon and Zhenya respectively , but it didn't mean much.

This was because the two of them almost always stayed in the room of the lord. The room itself was very spacious and equipped with everything he needed, so he didn't feel uncomfortable. If anything, it was more unsettling and awkward to be separated from Zhenya now. From the inside of the room, he could always look out the panoramic window at the emerald sea. When he opened the glass door of Teras, the salty lukewarm sea breeze blew calmly. The sun was hot, but thanks to the powerful air conditioning, they were not exposed to the heat. The air was neither too humid nor too dry. Judging from the abundance of water and food, it seemed that there was no problem in procuring supplies even though it was an island.

If only Kwon Taekjoo's own situation were separated, there would be a paradise on earth.

Of course, it was not without its drawbacks. Perhaps as part of the fortifications, it was completely cut of f from the outside world, and it was impossible to make any internet or

phone calls on the island. The only way to communicate with Japan was through Zhenya. It uses a private satellite, so even if it can't communicate, it's not very restricted. Didn't.

Just obediently hand it out on my laptop or

The problem was that they didn't lend me their phone. When he protested that it was a shame, he often complained that he was the world's chief extravagance.

As a result, whenever he reported to the headquarters, he had to give in to his wishes and appease him. As a security measure, Zhenya's line was only open to a very limited number . So all contact was through Yoon Jong-woo.

- I think Cuba and Cuba have a bad attitude toward Mexico now . Two days ago, they closed the police station and intensified checkpoints. The commissioner told me not to expose himself until the surveillance is eased.

This was to be expected. One way or another

He's glad he got a refuge. Before he left the country , he told his mother that he was going to Russia on official business. In addition to that, when he talked to Zhenya' s voice on the phone every day , she seemed relieved. Perhaps a few more days would delay his return and not worry as much as he had

before. In this way , he didn't know if it was a vacation or a confinement. He stayed in his room for a few days. Matthias was confident that his island was the safest in the world, but he needed personal assurance.

He made sure that no one came in and out of the island from time to time. Helicopters came

and went every few days, but there were no noticeable visitors. People who go out from the

inside of the island too. sometime when he met Matthias again at the dinner table, he asked

him about it.

[Speaking of the employees here, no one is going out, they don't go home, are they going to work? or are they giving you a long vacation like a cruise?]

[Oh, the passengers, they would have chosen to live on this island for the rest of their lives.]

[What?]

"I'm their family , and this is their home."

Matthias looked infinitely generous. It's a family the size of mafias, I thought they were

shaking, but so are these guys. Surrendering human rights and freedoms on their own.

Where does that kind of loyalty come from, even if you get a lot of money , you can't spend it in one place. The more valuable price is medicine. He decided to work his whole life and get a supply of drugs. Either way , it would be best not to get too close. No matter how much the other party pretended to be friendly , he couldn't trust a notorious criminal.

That's why they began to eavesdrop on the communications and conversations of everyone in the villa, including Matthias. Throughout the day , he wandered around the villa keeping an eye on Matthias and his servants. Infiltrate Matthias' room while he was away he did. The interior was not much

different from the room where Kwon Taekjoo himself was staying. Except for the safe behind

the desk. He thought he'd better check out the safe. How can he open the gold vault without a trace? He was just as he was about to get out of the room. Suddenly , he sensed the presence of another person behind his back, and quickly pointed his gun in that direction.

Standing lazily in front of the muzzle of a gun with his arms folded was none other than Zhenya.

"Oh,]

[Taekjoo, are you playing like this because you're bored? or is it an occupational disease?]

[Maybe you're too laid-back, the first time I've ever seen you.]

[What do you trust me with?]

[I told you, you just have to trust me.]

[Who doesn't believe you?]

Zhenya raised an eyebrow in response. It was a reproachful look in his eyes that told him to look at him now , and he protested with a

squirming in disgust.

[As the old saying goes, you should knock on the stone bridge and cross it, because it doesn't hurt to be careful.]

[You still doubt me.]

[No, I'm not suspecting you...]

"I think I might put you in danger ."

[It's not like that.]

He was wary of Matthias, not Zhenya. He's the first person he' s ever met, and he's the head of a global criminal syndicate. At the time, there was no reason to trust him. For now , being with Zhenya, there was no way he couldn't get away if something unexpected

happened. He was so sure, but he wasn't completely relieved. Does that mean he doesn't trust him?

"I don't put you in danger ."

Zhenya laughed and affirmed. Kwon Taekjoo' s habitual habit of constantly checking on his

own well-being is a habit of treating himself. It seemed to be a disbelief. Ever since he arrived at Matthias' villa, he had been setting up the day , so he must have felt uncomfortable.

[... I believe it.]

With a long exhalation, he withdrew his pistol.

Beyond the window , the clear sea water sparkled dazzlingly. The deep green palm leaves swayed in the air . Sunlight penetrated through them, shining brightly on Zhenya' s platinum blond hair .

"The weather is amazing, don't you want to go outside?"

He offered it with a rather cool expression.

[It's starting again.]

It felt like a ploy to divert the subject, Zhenya squinted and gave him a jeering look.

[What am I, bastard?]

[Yes, I'll pretend I don't know this time as well.]

[What are you talking about, follow me, quick.]

He patted Zhenya on the chest and walked ahead. At the same time, they carefully checked the location of the CCTV cameras at every turn. Zhenya, who had been following silently , shook his head. The two went out to sea through the back door . If the sea at the front door with the yacht dock is reminiscent of a huge resort's private beach, it is a secluded beach connected to a private villa. Seemed.

Two sunbeds were placed under a white canopy in the form of sails. On the tall palm trees, there was a hammock wide enough for two people to lie down. A small bar connected to the villa building also attracted attention. He felt like he could always quench his thirst and fill his stomach while playing.

[Would you like a drink first?]

[It's the kind of weather that will end with a drink, let's get that one before we get drunk.]

Kwon Taekjoo swept along the shore. When he arrived, there were three or four jet skis

floating in the air . He often invited his acquaintances to throw parties, and when he did, he seemed to ride and play . He took the ignition keys from the bar , took one of each, and sat down.

When he and Zhenya were alone, they mostly enjoyed extreme sports. From flying light aircraft to skydiving, paragliding, rock climbing, skiing, snowboarding, freediving, and more, it was no exaggeration to say that he had mastered almost everything. It felt more like a mental and physical training than a date, but both of them enjoyed thrills, so there were no complaints. Let's start the jet ski and feel good Dong swayed. He had only rested for a few days, and the wound healed quickly , but it was still a little sore.

[When did you ride this, was it in Italy?]

[It was Hong Kong.]

[Oh, they're so persistent, I thought they were going to tread the Netherworld that day .]

During the mission, he reminisced about the moment when he was chased by the Triad and

his life was in danger , and slowly moved the jet ski as if it were a memory . It proceeds at a

slow pace for some time, as if in demonstration game, and then makes a big turn and returns. The fast-speeding jet ski came to an abrupt stop in front of Zhenya.

The wind caused a great splash of water that drenched Zhenya' s garments. Zhenya stared at Kwon T aekjoo in protest. Kwon Taekjoo stretched his lips and twitched them.

[This bro goes first, boy .]

He taunted Zhenya to the fullest and started off like a bounce. The gentle lapping of the

surface of the water shattered to white. The hot air that had been sticking to his skin gradually became a gentle breeze that blew his hair . Ten Paths he drew a long, fluid trajectory on the transparent water that I could see the bottom of the sea clearly . He felt like he was being pierced by every crunch in his stomach. It wasn't long before he heard a fierce engine roar behind him. He looks back and finds it before they know it Zhenya was following closely . It was so ferocious that it would be difficult to avoid a collision if it faltered even a little. The laid-back shyness was as strangely excited as when he was hunting reindeer . Seeing this, Kwon Taekjoo smirked loudly .

"Oh, I'm scared, I'm chasing you like I'm going to kill you."

[A fearless rabbit squirming in front of a bear .]

[Who's going to do it, grab it and shout at it.]

The corners of his mouth twisted, bringing his speed up to maximum. To reduce the resistance of the wind, he leaned forward as well. Kwonism The jet ski roared and popped out like a rocket. The steering wheel, which had become stiff with the advancing force, was bent and moved in a zigzag motion. Zhenya followed without difficulty. The two jet skis crossed each other in a large figure-eight formation. As he went, the endless sea unfolded. There were no uninhabited islands on the periphery , not even the common reefs. Kwon Taekjoo began to circle in a big circle to the outside, and Zhenya soon followed. No matter where or how they run, they will pursue them relentlessly .

It was a one-in-one move, as if it had been agreed upon in advance. Kwon Taekjoo, who had been checking Zhenya' s location in the interval, grinned. He' s also interested in Zhenya' s face. A smile spreads across his face. He roamed the seas tirelessly and restlessly .

Even if he ran away to my heart's content, he was really excited to see his opponent keep up

with him. For a moment, he felt like he was back in his childhood. Regardless of time,

situation, or situation, it continued to glide freely . The speed of the run was as strong as it went, and the hair on his head stood on end. His heart was pounding uncontrollably , and he

kept laughing.

[When are you going to catch him like that?

I'm going to leak this.]

[Fearless, how are you going to deal with the aftermath?]

[Well, I don't know if there's anything to deal with.]

He wondered if he was provoked by being teased too much. When Zhenya saw Kwon

Taekjoo turning, he just went straight ahead and ran far ahead of him, then suddenly swerved and pounced on him. His jet ski quickly closed the distance from exactly opposite. He poked his head out of the windshield, as if it was a test of my courage. Contrary to what he had guessed, Zhenya was charging recklessly , his posture as low as possible. He didn't seem to be avoiding it in the slightest. He felt like he was going to have an accident.

[... Oh, you crazy bastard!]

He hurriedly turned on the control stick. Just in the moment Zhenya' s jet ski, which was on

the verge of crashing, narrowly missed the crash, and the raging currents it had created rolled in like a waterfall. He was so drenched that he couldn't even open his eyes properly .

Slowly, he slowed down and stood. He brushed his face down as if he were washing his face,

but his eyes were so stinging that he couldn't open them properly . The water went up to his

ears and he was just dazed. Meanwhile, Zhenya approached Kwon Taekjoo' s side, and the hull of the jet ski lightly touched each other in the rushing waves. Kwon Taekjoo rubbed the corners of his stinging eyes and slapped Zhenya.

"What the hell, bastard, I could have hurt you!"

"Well, think about the repercussions."

[Don't you know the joke, are you kidding me?]

[You've grown strong, I'm going to hurt you.]

[Did you think so?]

"You don't have too much faith in your lover, do you?"

"You're born with a conscience, aren't you?"

"Come on, I'll lick you."

Zhenya tugged at his wrist. He obediently got up and jumped over to his jet ski. The hull

swayed, but it wasn't a big deal. He slumped down on Zhenya' s thighs, then nonchalantly

brushed the cracks of his hair against his wet skin. Zhenya grabbed his face and licked it from the corners of his eyes to the base of his ears. The flesh under his eyes drooped slightly ,and his bloodshot eyeballs twitched carefully . It was quite an elaborate gesture, but it was ticklish, and he couldn't help but laugh. He patted the viewer on the cheek with a puzzled look. He kissed his lips with the salty taste.

[Okay, now. I've been playing and I'm thirsty . Let's go and have a drink.]

He grabbed Zhenya' s shoulder and sat up behind him. He patted him on the back, telling him to leave. Zhenya obediently drove the jet ski ashore. He hugged him tightly around the waist to keep him from falling of f the bouncing hull. Then, without fail, Zhenya looked down at Kwon Taekjoo's arm around his waist. He doesn't know if it's such a strange thing between lovers. He felt both cute and sad when he acted like a boy with a fever of his first love. He leaned his head against his broad shoulders and looked back at his jet ski as it drove away .

"But what about that?"

[The waves will carry you.]

[Don't you treat it like it's not yours?]

[Was it different from mine?]

He shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care. He couldn't refute it. After all, rich people

don't know how to save anything.

[Was the exploration more satisfying than that?]

[What do you mean by exploration?]

[You pretended to be playing unruly , but you actually came to look around the island.]

He was caught off guard and missed the right time to respond. He couldn't think of a good

excuse. After a moment of silence, Zhenya turned around and snorted.

"How's that? I don't think I'll be able to swim out, will I?"

[.....]

[When I tried paragliding, there were no high mountains on the island to jump to, and the

wind was calm, wasn't it?]

The escape repertoire seemed familiar , but it was the way Kwon T aekjoo himself had tried to break free from it in the past. It became clear why it was constantly squirming.

[Who are you kidding?]

He slashed Zhenya' s back in a fit of rage. It smirked without a dog's face.

[Taekjoo, you have too many thoughts.]

"You're so bad."

[It's like a habit of the weak, because every moment is a threat and a crisis.]

[Yes, I don't know .]

He gave up trying to persuade him early on and sneered. Even if he wakes up from the dead, he won't be able to learn humility .

Soon, his jet ski reached the beach, and the first guy to get off was the one who slammed

Kwon Taekjoo. He hugged him and let him go. Then he soothed his lover for a long time.

"Don't worry , I don't need to roll my head around for nothing, because when the time comes, I'll take care of it and get you to your seat."

Can he believe it? In the back of his mind, he felt a habitual suspicion stirring in his mind,

and he felt irresponsible that he wanted to just leave it all to him. He stared up at Zhenya and chuckled.

[you, that's right? And that.]

[My lover wants a lot.]

[Oh, so you've decided to do it for me, so I'm going to pretend you're tired and get me

something to drink.]

[Ha? Taekjoo, who is acting like a jerk to me...]

[yes, I'm sure I'm the first guy to treat you like this, so I went and wow , hurry up.]

He waved his hand and went to the sunbed and lay down. Stretched out under the shade, wet, even the gentle breeze felt cool. Meanwhile, the sand was heating up his back and waist. If he wash of f the saltiness with cold beer in the current state, he will be rewarded with gold It seemed like a slap in the face. After waiting for a while, Zhenya came back to the empty line and he took up the bed and sat down. In his hand was a bottle of beer .

[What's mine?]

"You were supposed to bring me something to drink, not yours?"

[Huh... You are an unsociable human. I have to put it into words...]

Zhenya didn't care about Kwon Taekjoo' s bruises. A gulp was sweet in his ears. It grunted as much as it didn't even bone. He stared blankly and swallowed dryly . After one bout, he let out a satisfied exhale. Carbonate from the bastard's breath the gold smelled like alcohol. He couldn't stand it. It reached for a half-emptied beer , which it ef fortlessly dodged and took another sip of it. Kwon Taekjoo's throat shuf fled faintly . Now there is less than one-third of the bottle left. Kwon Taekjoo twitched his parched lower lip. He even raised his hand to give him what was

left. Zhenya didn't know what he meant, and he shoved the rest of the beer into his mouth.

He couldn't stand it anymore and shoved it on the shoulder , knocking it down. Then he

hurriedly kissed him. The fresh carbonic acid hit the tip of his tongue, followed by the rich

aroma of malt.

Zhenya' s thirsty tongue stirred vigorously . But even more tantalising, he squeezed his face and sucked his tongue side by side.

Zhenya twitched the corners of his mouth as he slipped his hand through Kwon Taekjoo' s

shorts. He rubbed his firm thighs and buttocks to his heart's content. How long has it been? He paused at the untimely arrival and looked up. Then, he saw a servant standing tall in front of him. He greeted him without a look on his face and set down the beer and chips he had brought with him on the table next to the sunbed.

*

There. While he was frozen and watching, he quickly finished setting up and quietly stepped

away. There was no sign of bewilderment on the servant' s face as he turned around. Of

course, that didn' t mean he hadn' t seen the two of them sticking together . His ears felt hot for no reason. He grabbed hold of the collar of Zhenya, who was laughing in vain next to him.

[You little punk, did you do that on purpose?]

[I don't know what you're saying? You're the one who did it without permission, Taekjoo.]

He felt angry , but it wasn' t the wrong thing to say , and he was just seething inside. Get out,

he said to the guy . He got out. He shook of f the hand of the guy who had been stroking his

buttocks as if swatting away a fly . He drank all the beer prepared on one side without any worries. He drank it all in one gulp without even taking a breath, and his head was dizzy . He held the second bottle in his hand and laid down on the sunbed again. He stared at the waves that had washed up to my feet and then backed out. How long had it been since he had enjoyed such leisure?

As he spent several days in a place he didn' t even know where he was, with nothing happening, his sense of reality gradually dulled. It seemed as if he could believe everything that had happened up until now was a dream. After lying unconscious for a while, Zhenya suddenly turned to Kwon Taekjoo. Then, He grabbed one of Kwon Taekjoo' s exposed legs. He looked at his hand for a moment and then looked out to the distant sea. He didn' t care even when he grabbed his ankle and rubbed his calf.

[My muscles are still sore.]

[Whose fault is it?]

[Is it my fault again?]

[That's right. I'm not giving you any medicine, so what' s the point of rubbing me like this all

day long? I'll get sore again because of your horny little shit at night.]

[Oh? Are you looking forward to it? Tonight too.]

If always twisting words was a skill, it was a skill. He kicked his foot in the air with a "Ugh!". At that moment, the bastard' s hand briefly fell away and then came up, reaching higher. The bastard' s hand, which had been sweeping his shin, knee, and thigh in turn, dug into his shorts again. Soon after , the bastard naturally climbed up on Kwon T aekjoo' s body

while holding onto the sunbed with his other hand. The sun had been dazzling him for a while, and it seemed as if it was slowly setting. As the sun gradually set, a halo blazed on the bastard' s back. Even the sea, which was dyed a light orange, felt like a light for him. Because of that, his ivory-coloured hair and snow-white skin shone especially smoothly . The other pupil also became translucent. He raised his hand and stroked his thin hair . Zhenya slightly rubbed his head against his hand.

"·.You little brat, you're really pretty ."

He muttered to himself. In fact, it was more like the thoughts in his head were blurting out.

Fortunately , it was in Korean, so Zhenya had no way of understanding. It must have been

obvious, but the guy who had been staring down at Kwon Taekjoo suddenly chuckled.

[Taekjoo. Am I that pretty?]

[What are you talking about?]

[Are you being sarcastic? Unfortunately , that Korean just now is something that little girls

always say to me. At first, I thought she was mispronouncing my name. No, it wasn' t?]

Zhenya grumbled angrily . It seemed like he had figured out the meaning of the word pretty a long time ago. Come to think of it, he had memorised the term ' 새끼 ' before and looked it up on his own. Although, due to the limitations of the translator , there was an unfortunate incident where it recognized the word as baby . Maybe that' s why he couldn' t help but feel happy whenever Kwon Taekjoo said this kid, that kid. It was only recently that he realised his misunderstanding. After work, he and Yoon Jong-woo went out for a drink. He went there, but somehow Zhenya showed up.

He had no choice but to tell him that Kwon Taekjoo himself had called and let him join him. At that moment, his mother called him. She was there to tell Kwon Taekjoo not to come home too late and not to drink too much.

He continued the call on speakerphone because Yoon Jong-woo insisted on saying hello.

"Mother! It's Jong-woo. How are you?"

- Oh, Jong-woo. I haven't seen Jong-woo lately? Are you busy?

"No. I'm not that busy ...."

- Really? Then come visit me sometime. You can come with Taekjoo, or you can come alone

when you have time. Y ou can have a meal or something before you go. I'll make some side

dishes that Jong-woo likes. Okay?

"I'll be happy to go whenever you invite me, Mother ."

- Oh, our Jong-woo is so cheerful and pretty . It's not an empty promise, so you have to come?

"Yes, Mother . I'll definitely stop by sometime soon. Don' t worry, it's late, so just go to sleep.

I'll make sure to send you of f on time."

After talking to his mother in a friendly manner as usual, Yoon Jong-woo brought the wrap

he had been holding to his mouth. However , he stopped and opened his eyes because of the sharp glare that he couldn' t ignore. He rolled the knife. Soon, his eyes met with Zhenya' s and he gasped. That was because

Zhenya was glaring at him with his arms crossed. He could easily kill someone with just a glance, so he elbowed the guy .

[What's wrong, you little brat.]

[Why does that little brat keep calling the little girl 'mother'?]

[Oh, you even know the word 'mother' now?

When did you learn it?]

[I can't help but know . Taekjoo, you pronounce it the most gently .]

[Ah... But you don't have to worry about it. That's just a common term. In Korea, my friend's mother is my mother , and my friend's father is my father , and things like that.]

[What's that?]

[In the old days, neighbours called each other cousins, but.]

[That's weird.]

[If you're upset, you can call me that too. Anyway , why are you picking a fight over

something so trivial? Fighting.]

He also said to the frozen Yoon Jong-woo,

"Ignore him and eat comfortably ."

Yoon Jong-woo kept checking his mood and stuffed his food in, mumbling.

[You should stop staring at the poor kid and eat quickly . The meat is burning.]

[Hmm.]

Zhenya scooped up the rice with a displeased expression. But that was all. He didn' t pick up the meat or put the spoon in his mouth. He just stared blankly at Kwon Taek Joo. When he furrowed his brow and said, "What?", he lightly nodded to his spoon. It seemed like he was waiting for Kwon Taekjoo to put the side dish on his spoon. Yoon Jong-woo was clearly watching, so he felt embarrassed.

[Oh, you punk. Are you being a spoiled brat? Don' t you have hands or feet? I even gave you

a fork. Use that to eat it yourself, punk.]

[Taekjoo. Your junior is obviously listening, but you're not embarrassed.]

[What the hell are you talking about.]

He frowned and unconsciously looked across. But Yoon Jongwoo had already buried his head in his bowl of cold noodles. He was just scooping up the broth with his spoon, and it seemed like something was bothering him. He crossed his arms and watched him. He slowly raised his head, but as soon as he saw Kwon T aekjoo, he lowered his eyes again. He felt so strange about that, so he pressed him.

"Hey. What do you know? Why on earth is this kid doing this?"

"Huh? What, what is it?"

"Can't you see that kid's shoulders are high? He's raising his chin and strutting around like a

savage right now ."

"I, I, I don't know a thing."

"Do you know anything?"

"I told you I don't know ."

"You know?"

"Ah... I'm really being treated unfairly , senior . If you think about it, it's not my fault!"

"That's my problem to decide. What is it?"

"No, that's... Last time, senior and I had a you went to the reunion leaving Mr .Yevgeny alone,

right? That day , Mr. Yevgeni told me that my senior often used the Korean word ' 새끼 ' when

calling him, and when I looked it up on the translator , it meant 'baby', so I asked if that was true. So...."

"So, what? You really said that?"

"How can I honestly say that it's an insult when people ask with high expectations? It was a white lie. Well, the translator taught me that, and 새끼 also means baby , so if you think about it, it can't be called a lie."

Yoon Jong-woo made an excuse with a sad face. He tilted his head back because he didn't

have a wife, and he was upset. Swallowed. Yoon Jong-woo stubbornly protested while

watching Kwon Taekjoo's expression.

"Anyway , Mr. Yevgeny is also happy , and unless you teach him, he probably won't know the real meaning, and since you're not calling me that out of spite, isn't it okay?"

"Yeah, you did well. You did well. What's so great about that title? I just have to put up with

that sly little punk acting like I'm glaring at you."

[Taekjoo. What have you two been whispering about since a while ago?]

At that time, Zhenya often revealed his uncomfortable feelings. If they left him alone, only innocent Yoon Jong-woo would roughly talk to him.

[I nagged him to stop complaining about the side dishes and just eat whatever I had. You eat up, you brat.]

While he was at it, he also picked up a piece of well-cooked meat on top of Zhenya' s rice.

Only then did he take the rice and meat on his spoon to his mouth. Then he looked down at

Yoon Jong-woo with all his might. Thinking about it again, his face burned. He often nagged Zhenya to learn Korean if he was

going to stay in Korea. But the more Korean he knew , the more difficult it became. It was

even worse because he accepted any word as he pleased.

This time, he tried to bite his hand back, but Zhenya grabbed his hand and brought it to his

face again. He turned his head slightly and pressed his lips to Kwon Taekjoo' s palm.

[If you like this skin that much, look at it and touch it as much as you want. Taekjoo, I'll let

you.]

Certainly , he thought that no one had ever stroked his face like that before. And it wasn' t just his face. The only people he exposed his neck, genitals, and other vital points to were Kwon Taekjoo himself. He had many enemies, so he would punish anyone who harmed him

thoroughly , but he only showed such a weak reaction to Kwon Taekjoo, so he felt like his

insides were itching without any solution. He lost. Even the centre of his palm was unbearably tingly .

"Fuck, this uselessly pretty little punk."

He muttered annoyedly and pulled Zhenya' s face close. He pressed his lips to the bastard's

face, which had been pushed in without resistance. Zhenya let out a pleasant exhale and moaned softly . After caressing each other's hair and ears for a while and giving each other ticklish kisses, he slightly pulled his face away . As the sun began to set, the bastard's pale cheeks and Kwon T aekjoo's pitch-black eyes turned orange. The two people who had been staring at each other blankly soon kissed each other passionately without saying who would go first.

The clear sky gradually turned red and blue, and the last rays of sunlight were blazing.

Zhenya's broad shoulders and back also turned red in the sunset. The two of them leisurely rolled over each other , thoroughly touching each other . The breath spreading through their noses was infinitely sweet. Even the salty air was soft. It was as if they were having a sweet dream.

***

For a while, an extremely peaceful routine continued. They slept until their eyes opened on their own, then woke up to eat, and when it was all digested, they would go out to the rocky sea to play , and when they got tired after showering, they would take a nap somewhere, then wake up and read a book or watch a movie. At night, he would have a drink with his lover and chat about this and that, and when he got into the mood, he would get naked without hesitation. It was late in the morning when he came to his senses.

Is it okay to live so peacefully? On a foreign island, not even Ajinoki. He would occasionally

feel anxious and worried, but even that gradually dulled. That was because his lover never left his side. He felt a strange sense of relief that he could overcome any obstacle, even if it was a bit noisy , if he was with him. No, it was more like certainty . And every time he realised that kind of mind of his, he was surprised again. He always rejected partners because he felt more comfortable moving alone, and that thought still hasn' t

changed.

But why did he come to trust and rely on Zhenya so much? Now , it felt even stranger that he wasn't by his side. He was lost in thought, looking at the back of Zhenya' s head, when he suddenly looked back.

Their eyes met unexpectedly , and he flinched without realising it. Zhenya tilted his head at

the unusual reaction.

[Taekjoo? What are you thinking so intently about?]

[Hmm. It' s nothing. I'll go back in

slowly. Kay?]

He quickly got up and got out of bed. The waves were just right, so he had been enjoying

surfing since morning. He grabbed his board that he had carelessly thrown on the beach and went into the water . Zhenya, who had been staring blankly , followed him silently .

He laid down on his board, then paddled his arms forward. The lukewarm water gently

wrapped around him. He wondered how far he had gone. Suddenly , something dark passed under his board. As he followed its movement, a unique silhouette caught his eye. It was a stingray that must have been at least 2m in size. Since he had often seen sea turtles and stingrays while he was there, its appearance was unfamiliar . It didn't work. They didn' t particularly attack humans or approach them carelessly .

The stingray that had been swimming gracefully under the water gradually rose to the surface and flapped its lar ge fins. The strong current caused the wind to rise and soak Kwon Taekjoo' s face. He turned his head belatedly , but it was no use.

[Ugh.]

He barely managed to keep his balance on the board that was shaking violently as if it would

capsize at any moment. He didn' t have time to fix his hair that had hung limply and stuck to

his face. When he came to his senses, the stingray had already gone far away . His vision was unsteadily shaking. Silsildae's face was caught in the face.

[Taekjoo. Is he being tar geted by Gaori? It looks like a seaweed soup made by a woman with a small head.]

He makes a joyful expression. He calls that guy his lover . He keeps relying on him, he feels

safe when he's with him...He's so romantic. He's still like a big brat.

[Cut it up and get ready .]

[Another bet?]

[You don't get interested if there's no price. You're just playing, Inma.]

The waves are coming, he said, and quickly got up. Zhenya also got up. Immediately after

that, a wave that had been blowing from afar lifted the two people' s boards high. The huge

buoyancy supported the bottom firmly . Both of them easily maintained their balance and

reached the ridge made by the water . The wind pushed their backs pleasantly . Soon, they were flexibly riding the waves, sometimes ahead and sometimes behind. Every moment that they passed each other , they exchanged glances and smiled. They say that in order to maintain a long-term relationship, it is important to have similar hobbies and tastes, and that was perfectly satisfying. In fact, he wondered if there was anyone else who could match Kwon T aekjoo' s pace other than him.

As he approached the coast, the current gradually subsided and he slowly sank into it.

Naturally , he got of f my board and headed back to the sea. He repeated this several times

until the sun set. While surfing, his body felt as light as a feather , but once he got out of the water , it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. He practically threw his board away and walked to the net hammock. He covered himself with a beach towel and spread out. Zhenya soon came over and sat down casually under the hammock. Kwon T aekjoo pulled the end of the towel that was covering him and wiped the moisture from his face.

About that time, the guy' s cell phone on the sunbed rang. But he pretended not to hear and

handed him a beer . He obediently accepted the beer bottle. He listened and told the guy .

[I think there's a phone call?]

[You don't have to answer .]

[How would you know without even looking at the person? It could be important.]

[Taekjoo, you're here.]

[...What?]

He furrowed his brows. Did 'important matters' to him mean only those related to Kwon

Taekjoo himself? Or maybe all of his worries came from Kwon Taekjoo himself. Since he

was an arrogant guy , the implication was probably closer to the latter . But maybe it was because he had been stuck on the island for a few days and had only been dating. The way Kwon Taekjoo looked at him and the words he uttered all felt romantic. It was clear that his brain had drunk too much water and become mushy .

[Hmm. But you never know . There might have been some problem in your family .]

[Problem? What problem? If our old man finally passed away , would that be a problem?]

Zhenya immediately said, "No," and firmly stated.

[That' s not a problem, it' s a 'solution, Taekjoo.]

For a moment, he was at a loss for words. The death of his old father wasn' t a problem.

Really. Didn't he have any af fection for his biological father? It wasn't unreasonable. After all, it was a family that was willing to sacrifice a six-year -old child to protect the family's pride. Some even said that they were still obsessed with increasing the family's power to the point of forcing their children into political marriages. If they were treated as a means to an end all their lives, it would be understandable that they would have no af fection for each other , no matter how close they were to each other .

All he could think about was that Zhenya's roots had sprouted in such a cruel land, and that's why he grew up without even the slightest protection or af fection. He always criticised him for being so lacking in humanity , but when he thought about it, he thought that it was an environment where it was impossible for him to grow up as a normal person.

It was already a being that was as good as abandoned long ago. And now , whenever he needs to, he calls him. How could blood relatives. He was so annoying.

For no reason, Zhenya looked salty again. He ruf fled his hair without saying a word. Then,

the guy looked puzzled and said, [Taekjoo?]. He gently brushed his dishevelled hair back.

Zhenya' s neck seemed to swell slightly as he obediently received his touch. The eyes that

looked directly at Kwon Taek Joo also had a darker light.

[You. You said that you'd be alone in Aji Nokki on your biological mother's anniversary?]

[Who said that?]

[Does that matter?]

[Well. I've never really been conscious of it. If it seemed that way , even if it was due to someone' s biassed conviction, was that it?]

[I'm embarrassed. Even if it wasn' t a conscious action, I guess I was instinctively drawn to it. No matter what kind of person your mother was when she was alive, it' s only natural for you, as her child, to think about her and miss her . Do you call it a natural thing for nothing?]

[Are you embarrassed? Missing her? Me?]

He asks as if he' s encountered an unfamiliar expression. Has he really never experienced such feelings before? When you look at Zhenya, he can see how far humans can go. He wondered if he could be missed. Maybe he just couldn' t define or describe his feelings as simply as others. Otherwise, there was no way to explain the innocent and pure love he felt for Kwon Taekjoo, which didn' t suit him. It was bitter to think that he didn' t know the form and name of emotions that others naturally acquire as they live, even at the age of thirty .

He stroked Zhenya' s salty eyebrows as if drawing them, and urged him.

[Anyway , let's go together next time.]

[You volunteered to go to my island together , that's a strange thing. But Taekjoo, what

happened to you? Could you guarantee the future so carelessly?]

[I'll adjust that somehow .]

[Hmm... Well then. If possible, wouldn' t it be better if the anniversary of my blood relatives

could be found?]

[Are you saying that, you brat.]

He pinched Zhenya' s cheek as he was talking nonsense. Who on earth was he worried about

and feeling sorry for? The only person in the world who worried about him was Kwon

Taekjoo himself. He didn' t back down easily to him alone. When he took his hand of f, Zhenya' s white skin turned bright red. Did he hold it too hard? He immediately regretted it and rubbed his cheek. Then Meanwhile, Zhenya stared at Kwon Taek Joo and obediently accepted his touch. If he just kept his mouth shut and acted gentle, as his mother said, there was no other angel. He got up and naturally kissed the guy on the forehead.

As he was about to get out of the hammock, Zhenya suddenly grabbed his arm. Meanwhile,

his face was filled with doubt.

[Taekjoo. What is it?]

[What?]

[You're acting brave again. Did you get a new mission? How?]

[What does the kid think of people? He said he'd like to act like a lover for the first time in a

while.]

He scolded the suspicious Zhenya and pulled up the arm that was being grabbed. It was a

kind of behavioural language that told Zhenya to get up.

[I'm stuffy after playing all day . I should soak my body in hot water .]

Zhenya smiled and followed him coolly .

Even as he was returning to his room, the bastard's cell phone kept ringing. The bastard

pretended not to notice until the end, but Kwon Taekjoo couldn't help but be concerned.

Because persistent attempts to call always represented the ur gency of the matter .

He woke up suddenly at a slight noise. He didn't open his eyes. It was because he felt that Zhenya was staring at his expression. His eyes didn't move carelessly and were still. Zhenya kissed Kwon T aekjoo' s forehead and quietly got out of bed.

After the bedroom door opened and closed, he waited for a while before lifting his eyelids.

Then he scratched his forehead where the bastard's lips had touched and got up. He put on the robe he had carelessly thrown away and went to the door . He didn't particularly suspect Zhenya, but he was curious about what he was doing alone at this late hour . His son-in-law was so quiet that he could hear voices outside just by standing in front of the door . He held his breath and listened to Zhenya' s voice. He was on the phone with someone. His tone was usually calm, if not cold, but now it felt particularly sharp.

[Why are you curious about where I am? Since when did you become so interested in me?]

Who is it? Who is it that is asking Zhenya where he is? Judging from the fact that they are on the phone in Russian, are they the embassy staff? No, it was too early to say that. It was probably around 5 in the morning in Korea at most. Furthermore, his response of since when did he become so interested in me sounded like a complaint at first. When Zhenya mocked Kwon Taekjoo himself it was because it was a word he used often. In any case, considering the circumstances, Zhenya' s phone contacts were limited to extremely personal people who might be interested in his current situation. Olga?

[No need, Basim.]

However , an unexpected name came out of Zhenya' s mouth. Basim was the bastard' s second older brother . Basim Vissarionovich Bogdanov . A close associate of Russian President Lomonosov and a long-time friend. Was he the one who kept calling him while he was on the island? There's no way he would have been so curious about his younger brother 's well-being. Basim is a politician. Therefore, he should have been the first. The value was likely to be national interest. More precisely , it was to flatter the president and solidify his position and power. To do so, he would have to completely eliminate any issues that could threaten the current administration.

For example, anything that could af fect diplomatic relations. In that sense, it was possible to guess the background of the frequent phone calls. It seems that Basim had learned of the situation in Cuba. Cuba is a traditional ally of Russia. The terrorist attack there cut of f the Cuban government's

funding, and a Russian intervened in the incident and helped the main suspect escape. That it would be a headache just to have that damn Russian as his blood. He could easily imagine how awkward Basim' s position had become.

Furthermore, this wasn' t the first time this had happened. Kwon T aekjoo was a civil servant of the Republic of Korea. And Russia was not even an ally of the Republic of Korea. The things Zhenya did for Kwon T aekjoo were quite harmful to his home country , Russia. That was why he told him not to interfere in public af fairs. Even though he was a man abandoned by his country and given up by his family , his record could not have been free of problems. In reality , he was not if he did something bad, he would get repeated phone calls like this. He would have been constantly questioned and harassed since coming to Korea.

Up until now , he might have thought it was safe to send Zhenya out of the country and left

him alone, but if his troubles continued, he didn' t know when he would be ordered to return. Even if Zhenya didn' t respond, he could always be accused of one crime or another and forced to return to the country .

It's not that he didn' t know. He just tried to ignore it by cracking down on Zhenya. Zhenya

still didn' t seem to care about his situation, but he couldn' t ignore my discomfort anymore. He couldn' t just watch him become more and more isolated.

[Here he comes.]

Zhenya muttered as he looked into the sky . He was having a late breakfast. When he raised

his head to follow him, he saw a helicopter flying in from afar . It looked different from the ones that often carried supplies. It had a strange appearance that reminded him of an alien's face, and it was bright yellow , so it was impossible to ignore it. It was definitely Matthias' personal helicopter . The last time he took it out, it was purple, like a scarab beetle, but he must be so rich that he doesn't know what to do.

[My appetite is ruined.]

When he made a trembling expression, Zhenya suddenly laughed.

[Isn't that guy your type?]

[Ask what you want, kid. You weren't interested in guys with dicks in the first place, were you?]

[Not anymore?]

[It's the same now . You've been to boys' middle school, boys' high school, engineering

school, the military , and even a boys' high school job. It's amazing how all the guys' faces

look like dicks.]

He trembled and let out a groan. Zhenya rested his chin on his hand and made a happy expression. His two eyes were also closed with a satisfied look, which was quite pretty . At that moment, the helicopter came close to their heads. The tablecloth fluttered and the

dishes clattered in the wind from the propeller . He looked annoyed. Matthias, who suddenly

popped his head out the open door , waved his hand without thinking.

[Hey, guys! It' s been a while! Have you been resting well?]

A unique laughter rang out through the propeller noise. Matthias' loud back and forth made the table a mess. The strong wind made the coffee overflow , and Kwon Taekjoo' s hands also got wet. Kwon Taekjoo and Zhenya simultaneously glared at Matthias, who was heading to the helicopter pad, saying they would see each other soon.

[... That bastard. Can I drop him?]

[Just say it.]

Zhenya followed the helicopter 's tail with his eyes that had become colder . He seemed ready to shoot down Matthias without hesitation if he got the okay sign from Kwon T aekjoo. He didn't like it that much, but he was curious about what kind of relationship they had.

[What's really the relationship between the two of you?]

[Why? Do you care?]

Zhenya' s stiff face melted away and he looked at Kwon T aek Joo. He twisted the question as he pleased and even trembled.

[Anyway . I told you he' s quite obsessed.]

[That' s not what I meant!]

[He's more embarrassed than he looks. Taekjoo, you can be jealous openly . I'll look at him cutely.]

He straightens his shoulders and lifts his chin.

When he sees him acting all sullen, his fists clench involuntarily .

[Haa... What are you talking about?]

Giving up on the conversation, he gulped down the cold Americano. He wiped his wet hands

carelessly on the napkin on his lap. Around that time, Matthias, who had gotten of f the helicopter , was on deck. He followed along. He kept exchanging greetings, seemingly untired by the two people's lack of response.

[Friends! Y ou must have been running all night? Y our expressions don't look good! Are you doing well with your hangover?]

Zhenya stared at Matthias indifferently and opened his mouth.

[He's just one of my loyal customers. He's been admiring my weapons for a long time. I'm

not bragging, but my weapons have extraordinary destructive power and precision. If you want, you can customise them, and you can minimise physical limitations. That's why they're difficult to get used to, but some people find that attractive. Even that guy he' s been to Russia several times to meet you.]

[A pure pervert.]

[The more dangerous something is, the sexier it is. If it's difficult to handle, a desire to conquer that didn't exist before will naturally spring up.]

Zhenya' s gaze had already turned to Kwon Taekjoo. As soon as their eyes met, he smiled. He pointed at the guy's shiny face with a fork and scolded him.

[That's why I'm a pervert. You and those guys.]

He was crazy about the killing power of the weapon and said it was sexy , and that it made

him want to conquer . For the time being, the criminal's thinking couldn't be understood.

Money If there are too many , they chase strong stimuli and eventually go crazy .

It was really uncomfortable to see them pretending to be kind on such a topic. Of course, that wasn't the only reason Matias was displeased. Matias raised his eyebrows artificially at the sharp gaze directed at him.

[Oh really . You don' t even greet me. What did I do to upset you, friends?]

[You keep saying you're my friend, you're my guest, and you lock me up and come crawling

back?]

[You locked me up. I was protecting you.]

[Is this how they protect people in Mexico? Sneaking around and peeking into other people' s private lives me and.]

He folded his arms and protested. Matthias pretended to think hard with a face that didn't

know what he meant, then smiled.

[CCTV, you mean? Since they're being watched from all over the place, how can we be at ease? There have been more than a few instances of people who came to visit us and did suspicious things. Since the two of you were being chased, I wanted to watch you more closely and protect you.]

While they were there, they found dozens of lenses on the beach, in the pool, in the

restaurant, in the luggage, and even in the private bedroom and bathroom. They were all

cleverly hidden in objects or facilities. They were small cameras. Matthias claimed it was for protection, but it was as if he was watching his every move. Unless he had voyeurism.

[So you even looked into other people' s beds?]

[You seemed to enjoy it without caring. No, you didn' t?]

They didn' t feel embarrassed after peeping on other people. Rather , they had an interesting

look in their eyes, discovering a side they had never imagined. His appetite suddenly dropped as he watched their strangely intoxicated and glistening eyes. They were the type he didn' t like. It seemed like there was nothing good to get involved with.

[I should go back now .]

[Already? Why , let's rest a bit more.]

[I don't want to be played around by the sinister landlord anymore, and I don't have the

fortune to just keep babbling.]

[I told you, it's a misunderstanding, Taekjoo.]

In an instant, Kwon T aekjoo and Zhenya's eyes turned to Matthias at the same time. Matthias realised the reason and pointed to Kwon T aekjoo.

[Right? Your name. Bogdanov called me that a few times.]

[Should I kill you after all?]

Zhenya showed a displeased expression.

[If that happens, I'll be stuck here for the rest of my life?]

[If we escape, we can just use that helicopter .]

[What are we going to do next? The most important thing right now is to safely return to

Korea. It doesn' t have to be now to deal with that guy .]

The two of them had a cold conversation without even opening their mouths. Their eyes were fixed on Matthias the whole time. Matthias, who didn' t know what was going on, was slyly ignoring him again. Kwon T aekjoo motioned to Zhenya to hurry up and solve it. Then Zhenya obediently followed Matthias.

He urged him to do it.

[..... So keep your promise, Perez. Y ou don' t want this deal to get messy , do you?]

It was an extremely ordinary expression, but it sounded quite harsh when he said it. It must

have been the same for Matthias.

[Hmm... I can' t help it. It' s been a while since I've had a guest, but I can' t even have a drink

with him. It' s too bad.]

Matthias lifted the glass of water in front of him. He then clinked it with Zhenya and Kwon

Taekjoo' s glasses one by one and promised to meet again.

[Someday , I'll visit Russia. Then, let me see that problematic Anastasia, my friend. Is she as beautiful as the rumours say? I'm dying of curiosity .]

Zhenya stared at Kwon T aekjoo with a meaningful smile.

[It' s already in front of you.]

He even muttered something like that. Even though the other person doesn' t know Russian, he' s good at saying embarrassing things. He shook his head and got up from his seat. Zhenya also got up soon after . Matthias repeatedly told the two people who were leaving him alone that he had promised

them.