My Lord, Don’t Break That Wall (3)

Jung Suhyuk, with his hands on the sink, looked in the mirror. Water dripped from his chin.

“…Damn it.”

For the first time in his emotionless life, emotions surged. The source was Han Yujin.

Han Yujin bloomed vividly in his mind like a rash.

Her beauty was so intense that even Jung Suhyuk, who was stingy with compliments about appearances, was engulfed by it.

Jung Suhyuk closed his eyes,

And slowly recalled Han Yujin.

Her black hair, glossy as if absorbing all the light in the world, contrasted dramatically with her skin, white and transparent like silicon.

Her light brown eyes, as if ground olive leaves were mixed in, were quite beautiful too.

If she had been born a little earlier, she would have undoubtedly become a muse for many artists with her decadent beauty.

What stirred Jung Suhyuk’s desire were her glistening lips.

Sensual lips that could evoke impure emotions. The gap between her parted lips seemed holy, as if Bible verses would flow from them.

However,

What came out of Han Yujin’s mouth was not asceticism, but shock.

Jung Suhyuk mulled over Han Yujin’s words.

‘…She says I’m a flower in a greenhouse?’

Han Yujin’s voice tormented Jung Suhyuk’s ears like tinnitus.

It was an unfamiliar sense of humiliation he had never felt before.

Jung Suhyuk, wiping his damp face, snorted. And he calmed his unsteadily shaking heart.

He vowed to return this emotion tenfold, a hundredfold. That’s what he kept telling himself.

Just then,

Hyun Junho came into the bathroom to wash his hands. Jung Suhyuk’s eyes sharpened as if sparks were flying.

Hyun Junho, casting a sharp glance, asked:

“What were you doing here?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Just blowing cold wind all by yourself.”

Hyun Junho turned on the faucet and washed his hands.

“Feeling like crap? Bursting with anger and don’t know what to do? I felt that way at first too.”

Despite the glaring gaze, Hyun Junho’s mouth didn’t stop.

“But Yujin-ssi is really fun. When she’s around, everything just goes smoothly. Like a human negative ion, human vitamin, human totem, that kind of feeling.”

“After being runner-up so many times, you’ve finally gone crazy too.”

Hyun Junho, turning off the faucet, shook the water off his hands vigorously.

“That’s why I’m saying this time will be really different. Unlike before, now I have Yujin-ssi by my side.”

Hearing those words, Jung Suhyuk snorted derisively.

“…Ah, so you think you can win this time?”

“Yes. Absolutely. Yujin-ssi promised me. She said she’d definitely make me win.”

“Then I should make the same promise. Absolutely. I’ll definitely make you runner-up.”

Though he said that, an incomprehensible question nagged at Jung Suhyuk’s mind.

‘What on earth is Han Yujin that everyone believes in her like devotees?’

As Hyun Junho was leaving, he added, “Ah.”

“That’s your Han Yujin stan denial phase.”

Jung Suhyuk startled at those words.

“What did you say?”

“I said it’s your Han Yujin stan denial phase.”

“…You’re talking nonsense.”

Hyun Junho laughed and casually said:

“You’ll fall for her soon too.”

The bathroom turned chilly.

Jung Suhyuk felt that last remark was somehow eerie.

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The day after a typhoon passes is always peaceful.

Today was like that too.

As soon as it turned 9 AM on Monday, SUC’s stock price plummeted 30%.

Still, I was at peace.

Interview request calls exploded like fireworks, led by reporter Nam Eubeom.

Still, I was at peace.

I leisurely sent the kids off, drank coffee at home, and lounged around all day.

It felt like a final vacation for some reason.

When it was time for school to end, Han Sumin came in with an electric guitar case slung over her shoulder.

Along with her fraternal twin Han Suho, who attends the same middle school.

“Unni!”

As soon as she came in, Han Sumin grinned and held out her hand.

“Give me some money to buy an effects pedal.”

“What? You already have an effects pedal.”

“I don’t have a multi-effects pedal.”

“Oh geez!”

Right. What else would I do with the money I earn?

I should buy the kids whatever they want and desire to their heart’s content.

“You better not buy anything weird.”

“Ah, don’t worry about that.”

I glared at Han Sumin suspiciously.

“I hear bad rumors about you. Han Sejun was saying you’ve been going out somewhere every evening lately?”

“What are you talking about, I never did that!”

“…Make sure to submit the receipt after you buy it.”

“Yes~”

Han Suho, who was standing next to her, waved his hands eagerly.

“Noona! Me too!”

“What are you buying?”

Han Suho puffed out his chest with a triumphant expression.

“I’ve decided on my career path too. I want to try being a writer. For that, I need to read a lot, so please donate some money for me to buy books.”

I clicked my tongue and handed money to the twins.

And just as Han Sumin was taking out her wallet from her school uniform skirt pocket-

“…Huh?”

Something else fell out of the skirt pocket along with the wallet. Something a middle school student should absolutely not have…

Han Sumin raised both hands in panic.

“W-wait, u-unni! Don’t misunderstand!”

I sighed and said to Han Suho:

“Suho-ya. Go bring the baseball bat from your room.”

Han Suho’s voice trembled at the end.

“…Why?”

“There’s someone I need to beat up.”