Chapter 110: Where Are You??

“I’m treating. Order everything.”

Bodam struck a cool pose with his card between his index and middle fingers.

Yeon Yeok, whose heart was struck by the sight, applauded and praised Bodam-hyungnim.

Bodam, who was meeting Yeon Yeok, Jo Yeon’s cousin and exclusive guide, for the first time, was very excited.

An hour ago, Bodam, who was lazing around in the waiting room, had started to feel bored beyond comfortable.

He had never imagined a day would come when he was bored because he had a lot of money and nothing to do.

As he was checking the Espers’ wavelengths on his watch, he became curious about what Kang Yi Jun was doing.

He quickly cut off the thought, worried that he might end up visiting the guy who was recovering well on his own.

Because reducing contact was the most important thing to break up with an Esper with an excessively high matching rate.

Bodam lay stretched out on the empty living room sofa and tapped his chest.

He felt like Kang Yi Jun was still remaining somewhere in there.

But his emotions didn’t cross over like before.

It was a strange feeling, as if a thin film had been placed between the sensations connected to him.

“…I’m bored.”

Then, the thought that all this emptiness he was feeling was his own made him suddenly depressed.

He felt like his depressed mood would be refreshed if even Lee Tae Hwan were annoying him by his side.

Ha, Lee Tae Hwan of all people.

“We’re friends, so I can think about him.”

Bodam, who had rolled around on the wide sofa, shifting his position, gave a slight shrug.

Even though no one was saying anything, he made excuses for his own thoughts.

Lately, whenever he felt a little peckish, Lee Tae Hwan would buy him food, and he had gotten used to his presence because he texted him so much it was tiresome.

So, at some point, he started to think of Lee Tae Hwan whenever he was hungry or his phone vibrated with a text.

Even when a wave of depression suddenly hit him like now.

[Hey Lee Tae Hwan are you busy?]

Bodam, who had been typing a text to Tae Hwan, flinched and furrowed his brow.

‘He’s working, so of course he’s busy.’ He checked Tae Hwan’s wavelength graph on his watch, and it seemed he was in the middle of using his ability.

[Is it going well?]

He couldn’t send the text even after deleting and rewriting it.

He deleted it again because he felt like he was showing that he was too bored.

[I’m hungry]

He decided it was better to seem like he had a reason and sent the text he had decided on after much thought.

He thought that if he was busy, he would see it later, and if the site was relaxed, he would read it and come right away.

With delicious food of all kinds in both hands again.

“…He must be busy.”

Even after 10 minutes, there was no reply, let alone a read receipt.

He usually replied within 3 minutes.

“He said he’d come right away if I called.”

Bodam’s lips, who had put his phone down, jutted out thickly.

He didn’t send any more texts, worried that he might get hurt seeing his text while working again.

Trururung trururung trururung.

Bodam, who quickly answered the ringing phone not long after, asked.

Thinking it was of course Tae Hwan.

“Are you done?”

– Done with what?

At the voice that was much more familiar than Tae Hwan’s, Bodam shot up.

“Jeon Jo Yeon, I asked if you’re done being busy!”

Bodam seamlessly continued the conversation, showing his disappointment.

After joining Attack Team 3 at Jo Yeon’s recommendation, he had not been in contact with Jo Yeon at all.

When he called, he would often hang up saying he was busy, and the time it took for a reply to his texts was getting longer.

Even though they had vowed to share a hot friendship that would never cool down for the rest of their lives.

Of course, it was a vow made while drunk.

“Did you get other friends? Is a friend like me not fun anymore? Are you sick of seeing me so much?”

– What are you talking about. You know I only have you as a friend.

“Why are you doing this to your one and only friend. Is it that hard to reply to a text? How long does it take to check your phone!”

– Exactly. Jeon Jo Yeon should just go die, really.

“What do you mean die!”

Jo Yeon, who repeated his apologies to the shouting Bodam, humbly asked if he could be scolded in person.

“…Will you meet me?”

Bodam, whose disappointment melted like snow at Jo Yeon’s promise that they could meet right now, grinned foolishly and said he would go out immediately.

Jo Yeon’s timing was this impeccable.

Whenever he was having a hard time or was depressed, he would always get a call from Jo Yeon.

It was also because he had so few good days, but anyway.

“Jeon Jo Yeon!”

Bodam invited Jo Yeon to the waiting room.

Since Jo Yeon had offered to pick him up first, he was going to take the opportunity to show him the new waiting room.

It seemed Lee Tae Hwan’s work at the site would take quite a long time, seeing as he still hadn’t seen the text.

Jo Yeon appeared, bowing his head in apology.

Bodam, who played along with Jo Yeon’s joke of introducing himself as a great sinner, continued the banter, throwing light punches.

“Be honest. You got someone else, didn’t you. What kind of guy is he! Does he drink better than me? Or is he rich?!”

“Hey, there’s no way there’s a guy like that-.”

“Right! But why can’t I reach you!”

Bodam, who had Jo Yeon in a clumsy headlock and was clinging to him, scolded the sinner.

While they were in contact, he habitually read his wavelength and checked his condition.

Jo Yeon, who had been too busy to even contact him, thankfully looked to be in good condition.

“Are you a little more free now? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Do you have time now?”

At the rhetorical question, Bodam quickly nodded his head and released the headlock, coming down.

Jo Yeon held Bodam’s arm until his feet touched the floor.

“Come in. I’ll show you the waiting room. Want some coffee?”

The excited Bodam smiled as he took out indoor slippers he didn’t even wear himself.

But Jo Yeon just smiled back and didn’t take off his shoes.

“You don’t have to show me around. Let’s go out quickly.”

Jo Yeon, who took Bodam’s hand without hesitation, opened the front door.

It was after an announcement had been made that there was no risk of rampage inside the Center.

“There’s someone I want to introduce you to.”

“Me?”

As Jo Yeon tried to lead him out by the hand, Bodam, who grabbed the handle of the shoe cabinet, made a serious expression.

‘No way… did he really get another friend? Or a lover?’

“I’ll go change my clothes.”

“You look great now.”

“No. I want to change. I have one with a big logo.”

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

Thus, Bodam was half-carried out of the waiting room by Jo Yeon in his casual clothes, and was introduced to someone very close to Jo Yeon.

Name Jo Yeon Yeok, age a youthful twenty. Wants a lover.

“Yeon Yeok! I told you to order whatever you want! Hurry up!”

“Bodam-hyungnim! Can I really order everything?!”

“Of course! Listen to hyungnim!”

Thanks to Yeon Yeok’s tremendous friendliness, Bodam, who had dropped formalities on their first meeting, was drunk on his hyung-pride.

In fact, he had started to get tipsy after his second bottle of soju.

Jo Yeon had invited Bodam to a team dinner.

“Are you spending money like water because Bbo-dam is back? Your tear-soaked money?”

Ga Bi, who was sitting next to Bodam, pinched his plump cheek and comforted him to cheer up.

Seated around a round table in the soju house, they were already on their third bottle of soju per person.

Ga Bi and Yeon Yeok were on either side of Bodam, whose drinking speed was similar to the Espers’, and Jo Yeon was sitting across from Bodam.

“I have a lot of money!”

“Wow- hyungnim is rich too? I’m so jealous.”

Yeon Yeok, whose eyes had glazed over after downing his third shot of soju, let out an exclamation of admiration.

He had completely fallen for the hyungnim who was handsome, kind, a good ability user, and even rich.

“Hyungnim. Do you want to raise me? I don’t eat much. I’m perfectly house-trained.”

“Hey, Jo Yeon Yeok. If you’re drunk, go home.”

Jo Yeon, who had thrown a puffed rice snack at his burly cousin who was trying to lean on Bodam’s shoulder, made a ‘tsst’ sound.

Bodam, who comforted the grumbling Yeon Yeok who said he was always being picked on, made a stern face at Jo Yeon and told him not to disturb the kid who was playing.

“Still, he must be getting paid a lot since he’s back.”

Jin Beom filled Ga Bi’s beer glass with soju and glanced at Bodam.

“Of course he should be paid a lot. Where else would they find a guide who can put up with those bastards’ tempers. It’s because it’s Bbo-dam that he can match them.”

“I don’t match them.”

Bodam, who had refuted Ga Bi’s words, put down his spoon in the middle of eating his clam soup.

He glared, forcing open his eyes that had quickly glazed over from drinking properly for the first time in a while, and shook his head.

“I don’t match them.”

The team members of Jo Yeon, who were momentarily at a loss for words at his firmness, soon thought that Bodam must be very drunk and filled an empty soju bottle with water.

Jo Yeon just silently shucked a clam and placed the meat on Bodam’s plate.

“I came because I wanted to.”

Bodam continued to mutter as he popped the plump clam meat Jo Yeon had placed on his plate into his mouth.

Like a drunk person, he also repeated the same words slightly.

“I wasn’t dragged here by force. I don’t get dragged around.”

Trururung trururung trururung

“Oh my, what’s that sound.”

Ga Bi, who was startled by the unique ringtone, pointed to the phone ringing in Bodam’s pocket.

Bodam, who seemed to be quite drunk for his appearance, couldn’t even recognize his own ringtone.

Jo Yeon gestured to his team members with his eyes not to give him any more alcohol.

“Who is it…”

Bodam tilted his head at the unsaved number and answered the phone.

“Hello. Who is this.”

– You, you….

“Huh?”

‘It’s a voice I’ve heard a lot somewhere.’ Bodam, who had narrowed his eyes, pressed the phone even closer to his ear.

Ga Bi, who was dying of joy at the sight of his plump cheek squished and sticking out, took pictures.

Jo Yeon didn’t stop Ga Bi from taking pictures.

– Where are you.

“Ah, Lee Tae Hwan.”

– Yoon Bodam. Where are you. Who are you with.

“Did you change your number?”

– Just tell me where. Quickly.

“This isn’t your number.”

– WHERE THE f*ck ARE YOU!!

Bodam, who had been looking at the screen to check the number again, dropped the phone.

The tremendous shout that came through the receiver was enough to startle even the adjacent table, which was quite a distance away.

Even Yeon Yeok, who had been dozing off drunk, was startled and looked around.

Thinking a big fight had broken out somewhere.

“Bodam, are you okay?”

Jo Yeon, who checked on the most startled Bodam, stood up to pick up his phone.

Jo Yeon was also shocked.

‘Don’t tell me those bastards are still-.’

“Lee Tae Hwan, you…!”

Bodam picked up the phone with a swiftness unlike a drunk person.

“Did you just curse at me, you bastard-!!”

Bodam, who already knew how to curse, had even more scathing curses burst out with the addition of alcohol.

Seeing Bodam spit out a string of heavy words pulled from the depths of his being, Jo Yeon sat back down.