Chapter 23: Trash and Trashier
"Hey," Yeon Soohi drank her coffee as she called out to Yeon Doha.
"That’s the 5th time you’ve cleaned the kitchen today. If you got something that sick on your mind then go clean my room at least."
Doha didn’t reply and kept organizing and reorganizing the cupboards.
Soohi stared at him for a while as she sipped her coffee.
Her brother was kind of stupid when it came to relationships or managing his emotions.
But from the last three years, she could see him becoming emotionally and physically mature.
Soohi believe it was just because he had manifested and was now taking his life seriously.
But at times like these, when he was actually under stress, it felt like he wasn’t the brother she knew at all.
Yeon Doha’s preferred method of letting out frustration was throwing punches and becoming violent.
No matter how mature and grown up one becomes, a person just doesn’t change overnight.
Especially how they cope up with difficulties. That’s the one time they crack back to their original disposition.
But ever since Yeon Doha manifested, he began to do something very unnatural.
Whenever he had something on his mind, he would start cleaning. And not like just moping floors or regular cleaning. But...
Obsessive cleaning with proper tools that Soohi was surprised he even knew about. And instead of becoming violent, he would become awfully quiet.
No small talk, nothing.
The problem wasn’t that he changed.
The problem was that this was exactly how he was behaving from the past two weeks.
From the day, his boyfriend Rang Mong-sik visited.
Yeah, that’s definitely it!
Soohi nodded as she stood up and walked right in front of Doha.
"It’s about Mong-jik, right?" Soohi asked, dead serious.
Doha stared at her face for a moment as if itching to correct her, but he pursed his lips together and just continued cleaning.
"You know what, it’s a talent how good you clean when you get up to it," Soohi kept hovering around Doha. "Tell me already, did Jong-wik finally dump your ass?"
*crack
*stiff
Doha made a few stiff moments before continuing.
"Really!!!" Soohi sounded as surprised as she looked. "But he looked like he would marry you the moment he gets the chance."
"He...," Doha opened his mouth as he paused. "Him and I... We are not good for each other...
...yet."
"What? Are you guys like taking a break or something? How long did you even date? One week?"
"Two weeks four days and 17 hours," Doha said. "That’s how long we were together before we... decided to... wait."
"..."
"..."
"You totally sound like a clingy ex who is delusional enough to think you guys are together," Soohi said pointing towards Doha. "Did Long-jik even agree to it?"
"..."
"See? God! My oppa became a obsessive clinger who can’t take no for an answer."
"That’s obviously you."
"What did you just say?"
"Yohan has been rejecting you indirectly for ages but keep crawling back to cling onto him," Doha said a bit frustrated.
"Why you fu...!!"
*knock
*knock
The two siblings paused.
"I’m not getting the door," Soohi said. "I don’t want shit pushed into my face again."
Doha sighed and untied his apron as he went to get the door.
It was the morning the next day after he left Song-rik at the motel.
Surely it wasn’t...
What am I thinking? There’s no way he would come here after how I left him last night...
That was true. He did feel that it was bit much to leave without saying anything but he actually had no answer to Song-rik’s words.
After all, everything he said was true.
Doha indeed behaved and acted differently around Song-rik but it was not entirely because he was insecure as Song-rik misunderstood.
It was because he was afraid of firing any death flags of this damn novel!!!
The fact that Song-rik tried to break it off with him because he thought he was hurting Doha was infuriating for Doha.
Who was the bigger trash here?!
The liar or the coward?
And now that the liar opened the door, to his shock, there stood the coward in front of his door.
Drunk. Out of his mind.
But it’s just morning!! Why’s he drinking first thing in the morning?!
Song-rik was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. But he looked like he had drunk some seriously strong alcohol as he could barely stand straight.
How did he even get here?
"Hyung..." Doha moved a little forward and then stopped. He stepped back a little. "What are you doing here like this?"
"You fucking liar!! You *beep *beep *beep *beep little *beep damn *beep!!!!"
Did... Did I hear ... that right?
Yeon Doha stood there bleeding from his ears as he heard the most vile and dirty cusses spew out from this absolutely stunning omega’s mouth.
Yeon Soohi walked in closer in awe to see the scene that had incited such language.
"Woah," Soohi whispered. "Are you sure you guys are just on a break?"
"Yeon Soohi," Doha said without looking at her. "Go to Yohan’s place for a bit."
"What?! Why?!"
"Just scram! You were going to crawl there soon anyway!"
"..."
Despite being curious as hell, Yeon Soohi decided it would be best if she took her leave while things were just verbal.
"Hey," she whispered to Doha. "Take care of it before mom returns from the market."
"I understand, so just go."
And as Soohi was leaving, Song-rik saw her and did a ninety degree bow.
"Hello!"
"Ah... yeah. I’m leaving so... take care."
Soohi awkwardly left.
Wow, he’s gone off the far end. How much did he drink?
And Soohi disappeared into the stairs.
Doha then returned his attention to the main matter.
"Hyung," he said as he moved out of the apartment. "Why are you here?"
"You fucking *beeep...."
*clump
Doha awkwardly put his hand on Song-rik’s mouth. That shut him up before he went on another track of vulgar cusses.
"If you’re not going to tell me, I’m taking you home," Doha said looking around to see if Song-rim came with a secretary.
Song-rik looked up at him in anger and opened his mouth. His teeth sunk into Doha’s palm and he gritted them to make it more painful.
"Owwww!!! Why?!!" Doha screamed as he yanked his hand off Song-rik’s mouth.
"Humph!!!"
The omega huffed before charging into the apartment and shutting the door right on Doha’s face.
...
Um... that is my house... you know...
Doha sighed as he punched in the door lock code and opened the door. And on the floor he saw a trail of Song-rik’s clothes leading to his room.
"Oh my god!," Doha yelled as he hurriedly picked them up. "Why are you stripping?! Hyung!"
As he went to his bedroom, he saw a butt naked Song-rik sprawling across his bed snuggling into his clothes from last night that he had put in the laundry basket in his room.
Doha shut the door to his room as he picked up Song-rik’s underwear at his feet.
Doha blushed a little as he folded those clothes straight and put them on the chair beside his table.
He looked at Song-rik and his butt as he was laying on his stomach.
"Seriously, hyung," he said, pleadingly. "Why are you here? And why are you doing this?"
Doha inched closer to the bed and sat beside Song-rik. The omega’s was locked in a continuous frown that looked more cute than scary.
"You’re making it really hard for me, you know. One time you are pushing me away and the other time you’re coming onto me like you love me the most. It’s messing with my head, hyung."
Song-rik looked towards Doha and their eyes met. Song-rik just buried his face again into the shirt he had picked up.
"I want to fuck you." A stingy voice escaped the omega.
"..."
"..."
Huh? Huh!? Huuuuuuuu?!?!
How is that in any way relevant to this situation right now?!
And that is when, a realisation hit Doha.
When was the last time Song-rik said something like that to him? It was the very first day they met. And Jang Song-rik was drunk that day.
He even said he didn’t remember saying anything like that when Doha wrote a response on the cake on their first date.
So just in case...
Is this hyung’s drunk habit?
Asking people if he could fuck them?
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