episode_0162

I immediately noticed that Jojo was pretending to sleep. This was because his posture was very gentle for someone who was asleep.

I can guarantee that the mummy in the coffin will not be as humble as the current Jojo.

That’s not all.

There wasn’t a single stray hair.

It was as if he had neatly brushed his hair and carefully laid down on the bed.

There are so many things that can be considered clues, but if you are fooled by looking at them, there must be something wrong with your head.

Of course, Jojo must have been aware of it.

At least the way you look right now is too awkward and insufficient for you to fool me.

Nevertheless, the reason I insisted on that appearance… I guess it was because I didn’t want to show my ugly appearance, even if it was a made-up appearance with the intention of deceiving the other person.

The desire to show only a pretty and cool side to the person you like doesn’t discriminate between men and women.

Was it because that intention was clearly visible?

As I was looking at Jojo lying down and pretending to be asleep, I couldn’t help but chuckle.

That was why, after thinking about what to do for a while, he slowly leaned towards JoJo, who was lying on the bed, as if he wanted to secretly kiss him while the other person was sound asleep.

And I was able to see it around the time when my lower back, which had started to lean forward like that, started to feel tight.

Jojo’s eyes, which were gently closed without a single wrinkle, as if imitating Sleeping Beauty, became tense, and soon the area around them began to twitch.

Did he even feel my breath gently scattering over his skin?

As I had intended, I tilted my head to the right, taking in the sight of Jojo, who was completely lost in the illusion.

In that state, I slightly put my lips forward and blew air directly into the round ears that were shyly sticking their heads out through the ebony-like hair…

“Hyaaaugh…!?”

A sound so cute that it was hard to believe it came out of the mouth of Jojo, who is basically always cool-headed and rational except when it comes out once in a while, echoed throughout the room.

And how long had it been since that sound?

Jojo’s eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened.

Are you at least trying to focus? The violet-like eyes hid themselves under the eyelids and popped out again, repeatedly.

“···Did you know?”

After a moment of twitching his eyes like that, Jojo soon turned to me and asked.

“Of course.”

“Since when?”

“From the beginning.”

“How…?”

“You’re not asking because you really don’t know, right?”

It didn’t seem like it, but did he still want to hear my answer? It was Jojo who did not take his eyes off my face as if he was staring at me.

“You look so neat for someone who is sleeping.”

“Hmm, maybe that was a bit unreasonable?”

“Okay, so next time, at least mess up your hair. Then I’ll at least pretend to be fooled.”

“I’ll keep this in mind.”

Jojo smiled brightly as he said that and for the first time took out the arm he had hidden under the blanket. And then he unfolded it towards me.

“···?”

“Wake me up.”

“Hey.”

“It hurts if you push hard.”

“Is this really why you asked me to shift?”

He asked me if I could switch roles with Jo-in for a while, so I nodded and looked without thinking, but I never would have guessed that he was hiding something like this.

“···Isn’t it?”

“If you avert your eyes for a moment, why not.”

“I just wanted to give Jahyo some time to cool off because I think he was very upset about this incident.”

“Oh my, did you say that?”

“Suhyeon, you know it too. Jahyo went through a lot of trouble protecting me.”

···Well, it was like that.

Although being an assassin is not a job that involves day and night, everyone basically prefers to work at night, so I used to spend the night alone with my eyes open when everyone else went to bed.

I would make up for the lack of sleep by taking a nap during the day when I had some free time.

That’s not all.

During meals, I was also in charge of checking to see if there was anything strange in the food on the table.

It may be obvious, but it was not something Jojo ordered.

Jojo tried to leave that role to the maids in an ordinary way.

Originally, the reason why Jo-in was in charge of it was because he volunteered to take charge of it himself.

The reason was that, unlike the maids, even if she were poisoned, she could use her inner energy to push the poison out of her body…

If you leave the role of Kimi to the maids, there will be victims every day. What can you do if the Jinan cartel people use that as an excuse to spread strange rumors?

It’s not like I’m just insisting, it has its own logic, and the logic seems reasonable, so I have no choice but to listen and see.

I don’t know if it was because of that, but Jojo nodded and said to do it, but Jojo, who gave permission, and I, who were present at the time, already knew.

The reason given earlier was only superficial, and in fact, it was because Jo-in was soft-hearted.

‘For that matter, the things they show on the battlefield seem too merciless…’

That’s because the opponent is the ‘enemy’.

For a military commander to be soft on his enemies is not because he has a kind heart, but because he is incompetent.

In any case, such circumstances existed, so I had no choice but to nod obediently when Jo Jo asked if Jo In had gone through a lot of hardships.

“···I guess I should at least make something delicious later.”

“Me?”

“Huh?”

“I’ve had a hard time too.”

That’s also true.

Even if I happened to have a lot of work to do and had to report late in the evening or late at night, the light in Jojo’s office where he worked would always be brightly lit. So, more than once, I was nagged that working too late would not only damage my eyesight, but it would also be bad for my health.

“What’s so delicious about the patient… Why don’t you just quietly eat porridge and herbal medicine until you get better?”

“The only thing injured is your arm and your mouth is fine?”

“So.”

“Huh?”

“You hurt your right arm again, so you can’t even use chopsticks by yourself.”

But what kind of delicious food are you talking about? Just eat porridge with a spoon until you get better.

Jojo was not swayed by my words spoken with such nuance, and a wide smile appeared on his face.

“If that’s the problem, shouldn’t you just feed Suhyun yourself?”

“What…?”

“Do you hate it?”

“No, it’s not like that…”

What is this… I feel like I’ve been caught in an elaborately designed trap.

“Then who will watch over you while I go to the kitchen and cook.”

“You can just watch from the side. Just like the old days.”

“You’re going to make a joke while you’re hurt?”

“You can’t even hold a brush with your left hand.”

“If you need to write something down, you can leave it to the writers working at the government office.”

“If I were to sing them all one by one, would my lips be swollen like those of a crucian carp?”

Is that what you want to see?

I immediately shook my head at Jojo’s statement, which seemed to be asking that question.

“That’s definitely not a good idea.”

“In times like this, shouldn’t you tell me that you’ll be beautiful even if you look like that?”

“Oh, that’s something only treacherous bastards do.”

“Then what are you, Suhyeon?”

“Me? Of course I’m not a loyalist, right?”

After saying that, he lightly shrugged his shoulders to indicate that he was sitting there asking such an obvious question, so I guess he didn’t like my answer. Jojo, not a little, but slightly, clicked his tongue and slightly waved the arm that was still outstretched towards me.

“Anyway, I plan to relax for at least one day today, so please wake me up quickly.”

“Yes, yes.”

If Jojo’s condition had been the same as usual, I would have lifted him up by holding his hand and pulling him, but even though it was a sprain, I couldn’t do that to a kid whose arm was injured and even wrapped in a bandage, so I slightly leaned forward and placed it under Jojo’s armpit. I put my hand in.

On the other hand, I did it with the intention of holding him and lifting him up…

It must have been the moment when he leaned his upper body forward and stretched out his arm toward Jojo, as if he was greeting an adult.

Sreukㅡ

Jojo’s arm reached out to me without saying a word and wrapped around my neck. Tight as if he wouldn’t let go no matter what.

It was right after that that an unusually warm and soft feeling touched my right cheek.

“Aman, did you just…?”

“Huh? Why?”

“···It’s done. So, where should I take you?”

When I stretched out my arms to ask for help, did my thoughts change? I asked Jojo, who was clinging to my arms and showing signs that he had no intention of walking on his own, and firmly supported him with both arms. Jojo leaned his head on my chest and seemed to be thinking for a moment, then raised his good hand and pointed somewhere. .

I followed it carefully, and what caught my eye was the door I had opened and entered just moments ago.

“First…”

first?

“Out!”