Chapter 150: Side Story – Drunken Honesty (2)

Ji Oh yelled for a while by himself and then blew up when he realized Seung Ho had blocked the sound with a barrier.

There was no one to listen to him.

Even though his voice was so loud.

“Hey! Lee Tae Hwan!”

Ji Oh, who had been muttering curses, ran out at the sight of the wide-open front door.

Tae Hwan was finally back.

Tae Hwan had been holed up in the fitness center for a full six hours.

His workout volume had increased since he had imprinted with Bodam.

“Let’s go find Yoon Bodam!”

Ji Oh shouted at the top of his lungs, saying that it was already past 10 and Bodam hadn’t come home.

Seung Ho also retracted his barrier and looked at Tae Hwan for a moment.

Tae Hwan, who was receiving the gazes of both, was wearing headphones.

He shook a 1-liter tumbler the size of his forearm and just gave a casual nod to Seung Ho.

His jawline had strangely gotten sharper.

His body seemed to have gotten bigger too.

“Move.”

“Hey! I said let’s go get Yoon Bodam! He’s drinking with that Jeon Jo Yeon bastard!!”

The body of Ji Oh, who was blocking the front door, was sent flying sideways.

Ji Oh, who couldn’t withstand Tae Hwan’s psychokinesis, flopped onto the floor and spat out the rest of his curses.

“Why are you working here?”

Tae Hwan looked at Seung Ho, who was sitting at the kitchen table, with a puzzled face.

Seung Ho just replied shortly that he had a lot of work.

Tae Hwan, who had given a slight shrug of his shoulder, ignored Ji Oh and went up the stairs.

Among them, only Tae Hwan was using the upper floor.

With Bodam.

Just the two of them.

Tae Hwan, who was climbing the long stairs, opened the tumbler lid and briefly checked his wrist watch.

He seemed to be looking at the time, but soon turned off the watch screen and drank his protein shake.

‘What time is he planning to come in today?’

He turned up the volume of his music to suppress the curiosity that filled his head.

It wasn’t very effective, but he had to do something.

Of course, Tae Hwan was also concerned.

There was no way he could be calm when Yoon Bodam was drinking with dark-haired men until late at night.

He just didn’t show it like someone else.

“Let’s go find Yoon Bodam-!”

The voice of Ji Oh, who was lying on the living room floor, rang out loudly.

As expected, there was no reaction.

***

“Hoo, oh dear. I got too excited.”

Bodam, who had muttered with an exaggerated gesture and tone, touched his forehead.

“But the sun hasn’t risen yet, so. This is pretty good. Yes.”

Bodam, whose face was still round and his body petite, was currently insisting that he wasn’t very drunk.

To the door lock on the waiting room door.

“I didn’t even drink that much. Just three bottles of soju. That Jo Yeon kid said he had work tomorrow too, so I went easy on him.”

“Right, Bodam. Thanks for going easy on me. Now, just go in.”

Bodam, who was startled by Jo Yeon’s voice from behind him, turned his head.

“Huh? You didn’t go?!”

Jo Yeon, with whom he had definitely said goodbye at the bar, was standing behind him.

He had thought he had come to the waiting room by himself.

“I told you, you don’t have to see me off! I can go by myself.”

“Right, right. Try going by yourself until the end. And stop talking to the door.”

Jo Yeon grabbed Bodam’s wrist and made him press the door lock.

But the loyal Bodam couldn’t just send away his friend who had come all this way.

“How can I just send you away when you’re here? We have to go for a second round!”

It was when the excited Bodam was about to put his arm around Jo Yeon’s shoulder, saying they should go out again.

“Uh…”

As soon as the front door opened on its own, Bodam’s body was pulled away from Jo Yeon’s.

Even though no one had touched him.

“Did you have a good time?”

Tae Hwan, who had opened the door, wrapped his arm around Bodam’s waist and pulled him.

Bodam, who was slightly lifted into the air by his psychokinesis, naturally leaned on Tae Hwan and nodded his head.

Then he opened his eyes wide and shouted at Tae Hwan.

“Lee Tae Hwan, why are you not sleeping? What time is it!”

“Right. What time is it now.”

“It’s three, you punk!”

Bodam, who had slapped Tae Hwan’s shoulder, was completely in his arms.

His body, filled with alcohol, must be heavy, as he shook one leg, telling him to hurry up and lift him.

Tae Hwan, who had chuckled, easily lifted Bodam with one arm and looked at Jo Yeon.

At the end of the hallway was his cousin, Yeon Yeok.

He hadn’t been able to bring himself to come all the way to the front of Attack Team 3’s waiting room and was waiting for Jo Yeon from a distance.

When Yeon Yeok’s eyes met with Tae Hwan’s, his shoulders flinched and he reflexively lowered his gaze.

It was a natural reaction in a way.

Within the Center, no one treated Attack Team 3 as comfortably as Bodam and Team Leader Kim.

They were beings destined to take over the vacant position of Attack Team 1.

Moreover, a rumor was circulating that their leader, Han Seung Ho, would become the youngest Esper Bureau Director.

There was no one above their heads.

Except for Bodam.

“Want to come in for a moment?”

Tae Hwan gestured with his chin towards the door, looking at Jo Yeon and Yeon Yeok alternately.

Unbelievably, he was not looking for a fight, but offering them tea.

Bodam had told him to do so if his friends came.

“Drink whatever.”

“It’s fine. It’s late too.”

Jo Yeon, who had his hands in his pockets, shrugged his shoulders.

The two had a quite natural conversation.

It hadn’t been long since Jo Yeon had started speaking informally.

“How much did he drink.”

“About four bottles of soju.”

“Three bottles!”

Bodam, who was hugging Tae Hwan’s neck, shouted.

It was Jo Yeon who had answered, but he insisted it was three bottles, choking the innocent Tae Hwan’s neck.

Tae Hwan, with a smile that was like a sigh, said, “Right, right,” and stroked Bodam’s back.

“Be careful. Bodam ate a lot of side dishes today.”

Jo Yeon left a final warning and turned around.

Tae Hwan tilted his head before closing the door.

“He doesn’t throw up often.”

“I don’t throw up!”

“But you never know.”

When he advised him to at least put a towel on the pillow and sleep, Tae Hwan, whose hair had been pulled by Bodam, replied that it didn’t matter.

A little vomit was nothing to him.

“Go.”

“Yeah.”

As Tae Hwan was about to close the door, Bodam intertwined his fingers with his and stopped him.

Bodam said goodbye to Jo Yeon until he disappeared from sight.

His mouth, which was mumbling thanks for seeing him off, reeked of alcohol.

Cutely.

“Did you say all your goodbyes?”

“Yeah, let’s go in.”

Bodam, who was yawning with his mouth wide open, suddenly let out a yelp.

Because Tae Hwan had bitten his cheek.

“Want to die?!”

“No, I want to live a long life with you.”

“It hurts! Ack! This bastard!”

Even though he said it really hurt, Tae Hwan kept biting Bodam’s plump cheek.

He usually bit him often, but he had never bitten him this hard.

He wasn’t exaggerating.

“Hey! Use your words! I said, use your words!”

Bodam struggled and buried his head in Tae Hwan’s firm shoulder to avoid his mouth.

Then, this time, his neck was attacked.

“Ah…!”

Bodam, who had let out a slightly different scream than before, squeezed his legs, which were wrapped around Tae Hwan’s waist.

This time, instead of telling him to stop, he just panted.

He didn’t even try to push him away.

“…I can’t today. You were too much yesterday,”

Bodam grumbled discontentedly and was cut off by Tae Hwan.

Tae Hwan stopped Bodam’s words by swallowing his lips, which were as plump as his cheeks.

“Seung Ho-hyung is behind you.”

“Behind me?”

The tilting Bodam belatedly turned his head towards the kitchen.

He looked surprised to see Seung Ho’s pile of documents where food should have been.

“What are you doing there?”

Seung Ho just organized his documents and laptop without answering.

His gaze was fixed on the table, not on Bodam and Tae Hwan.

“What time is it that you’re working.”

Bodam furrowed his brow, saying it was already past three in the morning in a slurred tone.

He was worried about the workaholic Seung Ho working until late at night.

“You should take a break.”

“Yoon Bodam.”

Seung Ho, who had finished organizing his documents, finally faced Bodam.

Bodam was staring at Seung Ho with his arms around Tae Hwan’s shoulders.

“What time is it now.”

Bodam, who had blinked his eyes, glanced at Tae Hwan and then muttered, “Three.”

“It’s not three in the afternoon.”

Seung Ho’s already low voice felt much heavier.

Bodam nodded his head in understanding and fiddled with Tae Hwan’s clothes.

At this, Tae Hwan hugged Bodam’s hunched shoulders tightly.

Though he didn’t take his side.

“Think of the people who are waiting.”

“So I texted you that I’d be late…”

“You have to be late within reason.”

Bodam couldn’t find anything to say in response and just scratched his cheek.

In his round eyes, filled with the haze of alcohol, there seemed to be more complaint than apology.

“Are you my mom or what…”

He had nodded his head in understanding, but his complaint slipped out.

“You won’t even let me drink as I please.”

It was by no means intentional.

It was just Bodam’s drunken habit.

“So annoying, really.”

Bodam, who had buried his face in Tae Hwan’s embrace, continued to grumble.

Completely unaware that he was revealing his true feelings.

“He’s very drunk. He chugged four, no, three bottles of soju.”

Tae Hwan deliberately raised his voice to cover Bodam’s mutterings.

Seung Ho stared at the back of Bodam’s head, who had averted his gaze, and said just one thing to Tae Hwan.

“Just put him to bed today.”

Tae Hwan, who had been patting Bodam’s back, flinched and narrowed his eyes.

He glared at Seung Ho, who was returning to his room, and went up the stairs.

“Are you my mom or what.”

Repeating the drunk Bodam’s words.