Chapter 131: Side Story – Monday Blues Have Disappeared (1)

As soon as the summer monsoon ended, the sweltering heat passed, and the fattening autumn also swept by regretfully.

Seriously. Time was flying by frighteningly fast.

‘Is it because I’ve done a lot?’

As soon as Bodam felt the chill of the coming winter, he went on vacation to a warm country instead of buying a thick coat.

Bomi had almost let out a string of curses at her sibling, who was lazing around at home on a Sunday afternoon and suddenly looking up direct flights to Hawaii.

How dare she, to her sky-like older brother.

“Excuse me, Master Yoon.”

Bomi, who suppressed her curses, bowed her head politely and called Bodam.

Since moving to a 58-pyeong ultra-luxury apartment with a view of the Han River thanks to her brother, she had been treating Bodam with respect, performing a dance every morning.

Bomi still spouted exclamations of admiration whenever she saw the house with three bathrooms.

‘When we were young, we fought a war every day to use the bathroom first.’

“I am concerned that you might get fired.”

“If I get fired, I get fired.”

Bomi also asked if he was crazy, towards Bodam who shrugged his shoulders and booked the flight without a second thought.

She was worried that he was being too reckless.

“No matter how crazy you are, you should go to work on Monday. Want me to come too? I was thinking of going with Mom.”

A confession of love immediately poured out of Bomi’s mouth, who had been staring worriedly at her brother who was being excessively relaxed.

Even though his spending habits of not sparing money on travel were suspicious, she trusted her brother, who was strong-willed and responsible.

She just thought that since he had thrown his resignation once and gone back, they must be paying him a lot more.

‘That’s why he’s spending money so generously.’

Bodam ignored his sister, who was showing a passionate reaction to the excitement of going to Hawaii, and opened a group chat.

All of Team 3 was in the group KakaoTalk chat room saved under the business-like name ‘Notice Room’.

It was a room Bodam had created to share his schedule.

[I’m too cold, so I don’t think I can come to work until Wednesday.]

After sending a picture of Gayoung-noona that he used whenever he was bored these days, he waited for the flood of messages that would surely follow.

As soon as he posted the picture, the unread count that had started at 3 dropped to 1.

‘It must have been Lee Tae Hwan and Min Ji Oh who read it. The Team Leader always sees his messages late.’

Jiiing.

As expected.

Not even a minute after he had announced his schedule in the group chat, a call came from Tae Hwan.

He was always the first to move when it came to anything related to Bodam.

– Where are you planning to go?

Tae Hwan knew well that Bodam had taken a liking to traveling abroad.

Seeing him not wanting to go to work because it was cold, he immediately realized he must be going to some warm country.

Bodam had also gone on a trip to Europe for a fortnight as soon as Seung Ho had said he could take as much paid vacation as he wanted.

At that time, since the travel period was quite long, Ji Oh had come and gone with his teleportation in between, taking care of his guiding.

“Hawaii! I want to play at the resort you mentioned last time. With Mom and the pig.”

– Then I’ll book it for three. Did you book the flight?

“Yup yup.”

– Let me know your arrival time. I’ll arrange for a pickup car.

Tae Hwan’s family, who had a large resort business, owned hotels and golf resorts all over the world.

Thanks to that, Bodam could enjoy a luxurious trip whenever he just said the word.

He had refused once or twice at first, but after they begged so much, he had gone with his eyes shut, and since then, he had become drunk on a different level of the taste of money.

– Are your cousins not coming? Yoon Ji and Moon Seok?

“It’s Yulri and Yoon Seok.”

Tae Hwan had scored points by sending Bodam a voucher for a full villa trip to Jeju Island so he could play with all his relatives for his summer vacation.

Ji Oh, who had been watching, had thrown an absurd move of calling a private jet and had been scolded by Bodam not to overdo it.

– Let me know if you need anything else.

“I’ll tell you if I think of anything.”

Now, Bodam accepted their efforts with ease.

Comfortably, without feeling burdened.

He had the pride that he had lived hard enough to deserve to enjoy even more than this.

Above all, his Espers begged him to.

It was all thanks to them that Bodam had let go of his frugal spending habits and started to spend like someone who had spent money before.

– Have fun. Don’t worry about here.

“You guys do well first so I don’t have to worry.”

– Yes, sir.

This luxurious house he was living in now was also received from Kang Yi Jun.

Originally, Bodam had been planning to get a moderately spacious apartment in a moderately safe area.

Until he received a message from Yi Jun asking him to let him gift him a house.

Bodam had of course refused at first, at the request to accept a house as a gift as if it were a scarf, but he had intended to just go and see it because of Yi Jun’s sincere message.

It was also ambiguous to refuse flat out when he said he wanted to do something for the hyung who had saved his life and been sick because of him.

Thus, Bodam, who had gone to the address Yi Jun had sent while touring real estate over the weekend, had his heart swayed the moment he arrived at the apartment complex.

After finding out the apartment’s price, which was not enough even if he poured all his lottery winnings, he had shaken his head, saying he could never accept it, but the house was just too good.

He had no intention of living in an apartment with a view of the Han River where famous people lived next door and downstairs.

Yi Jun had begged and begged, saying it was an empty house anyway and he had another one, so he should just accept it comfortably.

He had even repeated his vow never to visit countless times.

‘Ha, really, making a person’s heart weaken.’

Jo Yeon, who had been watching the situation from the side at the time, had said to just accept it and move out if that guy acted smug or bothered him using the house as an excuse.

‘What are you worried about, Bbo-dam Yoon. You already have a lot even without taking all their money.’

As soon as he heard the wise Jo Yeon-nim’s advice, he had set a move-in date and it had already been three months since he had been living here.

‘It seems my financial luck has exploded this year.’

“Manage your wavelength well.”

– Okay. I will.

Tae Hwan and Ji Oh, who had heard the news of his move, had also said that since Bodam had suffered so much from the natural imprinting with Kang Yi Jun, he should at least receive a house.

They had encouraged him to take everything he could from the crazy bastard who only had money, and hoped he would take from them too.

With a look of disappointment that all they could give freely was money.

– Don’t go around alone, stick close to your sister.

“My sister should stick close to me.”

– Right, just don’t go around alone.

Bodam, who talked on the phone the longest with Tae Hwan, drank the fresh tomato juice Bomi had offered while admiring the Han River beyond the glass window.

He was about to frown because it wasn’t sweet enough, but he was scared by Bomi’s glare and chugged it.

Tae Hwan, who was listening to Bodam gulping down the liquid, laughed, saying it was cute.

At this, Bodam, who almost spat the juice back out, blushed.

At Tae Hwan’s words of “I miss you,” which flowed naturally like water, he deliberately showed a disgusted reaction.

“Stop saying things like that. I’m going to throw up.”

– Do it anytime. I’m used to it now. I can even receive it with my mouth-.

Bodam, who had abruptly hung up the phone, ignored his face, which had turned as red as the tomato juice he had just drunk.

Usually, he was fine, but whenever Tae Hwan expressed his feelings without hesitation, his heart would race.

Ever since that day when he had been half-drunk and had almost taken his clothes off with Lee Tae Hwan in bed.

Jiiing.

The call from Min Ji Oh, which came after Lee Tae Hwan’s, was a bit annoying, so he just sent a text instead.

It was obvious he would ask about his travel destination and offer to take him himself, so he struck first, saying he would have a good trip.

The busy Team Leader-nim, as expected, checked his messages the latest.

A reply came only after Bodam had finished packing his travel bag and was about to go to sleep.

[Have a good trip.]

Bodam snickered at Seung Ho’s simple text, which didn’t even ask where he was going.

‘Even if he’s receiving real-time reports of his exclusive guide’s location, he could have at least asked once. Seung Ho always treated Bodam with an observant attitude from a step away. Consistently.’

[Kk. Please maintain your wavelength reading well!]

But it didn’t feel as indifferent as before.

Because even though he didn’t ask in detail, he never forgot to send a “have a good trip” text every time.

[Okay.]

A satisfied smile formed on Bodam’s lips, which had been twitching at the quick reply.

Every time he went on a trip like this as he pleased, it felt like he was getting confirmation of his unrestrained freedom.

Something Bodam desperately needed.

Freedom and happiness.

Bodam, with his full bank account, worked to be happy, not to make a living.

To be happy, all together.

***

“Yoon Bodam.”

Seung Ho’s low voice echoed in the waiting room, which had become Team 3’s common dorm.

Perhaps he had fallen asleep while reading on the living room sofa; Bodam, who was in a deep sleep with a book on his chest, didn’t wake up even at Seung Ho’s presence.

Bodam’s entire body was red after his short but intense trip to Hawaii.

Even though he had come comfortably, taking a plane only on the way there and being escorted back by Ji Oh, the fatigue of the trip remained.

‘They say you need stamina to play too.’

“Sleep in your bed.”

Seung Ho, who had lowered his straight back, woke the sleeping Bodam with a small voice that was barely audible.

He had come after receiving Bodam’s text that he would be waiting in the waiting room.

Bodam, who had returned to the Center, had looked for Seung Ho first.

Unlike Tae Hwan and Ji Oh, who had last received guiding on Friday, Seung Ho’s guiding had been a short one last Wednesday.

Even though his guiding term was usually long, a week had passed, so Bodam had planned to meet Seung Ho first upon arriving at the Center.

Even Bodam, who was his exclusive guide, found it difficult to see the Team Leader-nim, who had become much busier than before.

“Yoon Bodam.”

The tiny voice, which made one wonder if he had any intention of waking him up at all, continued again.

Seung Ho, who had been watching him breathe softly, his pale nape exposed, took off his jacket and covered Bodam with it.

He didn’t like that Bodam, who had gone on a trip to a warm country because he was cold, was lying down without a blanket.

But he didn’t want to wake him up right away either.

Seung Ho’s fingertips touched the round forehead of Bodam, who was so deeply asleep that he wouldn’t know if he were carried away.

The fingers, which had been moving as if to straighten his thin hair, brushed over his straight nose and lingered on the indented philtrum.

It was a touch as careful as a feather landing.

The minute sensation of the fingertips, moving like dust, did not disturb Bodam’s sleep.

“……”

Seung Ho just stared at Bodam’s peacefully sleeping face without waking him up.

It was good to see his face, which had gotten plump from eating and playing well.

‘To think so much food could go into that small mouth.’ He was always amazed whenever he saw Bodam eat.

“Eung…”

The long fingers came down from his philtrum and brushed over his upper lip, which was making a sound in his sleep.

Seung Ho’s fingertips, which had started to move even more slowly, caressed even the line of his lips.

It was an unfamiliar sensation, even though they were lips he had touched every time he received mucous membrane guiding.

‘Was it always this soft and.’

“Ha-ap.”

‘warm?’

Bodam, who had been moving his lips, bit Seung Ho’s finger.

For a moment, he had mumbled the hand that had entered his mouth as if it were a candy while trying to yawn.

“Ptooey.”

Bodam, who had spat out Seung Ho’s hand, frowned, muttering some incomprehensible sleep talk.

As if it wasn’t to his taste.