/explicit WAP lyrics ahead/
Please don't...!
'... I need a deep stroke, I need a Henny drink, I need a we*d smoker, Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra...'
'Gaahh!!'
Heeju jumped up and tried to grab the paper, but it was no use. Sa-eon easily dodged her and continued to read line by line.
"...I want you to park the big Mack truck right here in this little garage..."
Baek Sa-eon's jaw tightened again.
""It's got a beard, well, I wanna wet it... I wanna gag, I wanna choke..."
His soft, deep voice poured out lascivious words as if reading from a script. Heeju was too ashad to look him in the eye. She wanted to bury her head like an ostrich.
"...Hop on, I want a ride... Now make it rain if you wanna see so wet.... Hahh"
The man finally let out a sigh as he kneaded his temple. The bulging veins on the back of his hand made him look as stern as a strict schoolmaster.
"Who wrote this?"
"......!"
He crumpled the paper with a dangerously sharp glint in his eye.
"Why do you have such a thing? Don't tell ... did you write this?"
Overwheld by the absurd suspicion, Heeju quickly pulled out her phone. She opened a long-dormant chat page labelled "Business Husband" and quickly typed out a ssage.
[9:52 PM] [ This is the lyrics of a foreign artist that director Han Joon introduced to ...! I was offered a job as an interpreter for a concert, but I turned it down. T- The paper stayed in my pocket. ]
Baek Sa-eon imdiately checked his buzzing mobile phone. For a man used to speed-reading, his gaze remained on the screen for an unusually long ti.
"It may not seem like it, but I'm more conservative than you think, Hong Heeju.
'......?'
"I really don't like this director Han. What should we do about it?"
"...!"
"Since you got this as an offer, did you go through the script in front of him? Did this man, who's 12 years older than you, 'guide' you through the text?"
'.......'
"Did you discuss the subject, the context... or the scenario?"
Baek Sa-eon tilted his head.
"Big..or wet..."
'......!'
"You haven't even discussed such things with your own husband."
He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek.
"Well, you almost did."
Anxious, Heeju quickly typed another ssage.
[9:53 PM] [ It's unfair for you to judge like this. This artist is known for her bold lyrics...]
"So what...?"
His crooked look pierced her.
"I saw Hong Heeju interpreting at the office today. I'm curious how you were going to translate those spicy, explicit lyrics with a straight face."
"What...?
Sa-eon suppressed his latent anger.
"No way."
He sneered, crumpled up the paper and stuffed it into his jacket pocket.
"This paper is now confiscated and the subject ends here. I won't prolong this conversation."
"...."
"And as for going to the supermarket, forget it. Go inside and sleep."
His sharp gaze stopped her in her tracks. Hiding her nervousness, Heeju tapped her phone again.
[9:55 PM] [ About the supermarket. Actually... I needed to buy sanitary towels. ]
Her face, already flushed, now felt on the verge of boiling red.
Baek Sa-eon's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"It shouldn't be that ti of the month for you yet."
"......!"
What? Hee-joo looked at him in shock.
"And how am I supposed to trust you to go out this late? Whether you're really going to the shop or planning sothing else."
His suspicion seed sharper than ever.
"I'll go instead."
"...!"
"You stay ho."
She blinked in shock, but didn't argue. If leaving wasn't an option for her, she could always send Baek Sa-eon away.
When he glanced at his watch, apparently waiting for a call, she started typing again.
[9:56 PM] [ Small, dium, large and extra large pads with wings. Also small and large tampons. And so snacks... ]
She wanted to make sure that Sa-eon took a long ti before coming back. Baek Sa-eon's face turned into an unreadable expression for a mont.
"What snacks?"
Heeju replied with heartfelt sincerity.
[9:56 PM] [ Chicken... ]
***
Heeju peered out through the slightly parted curtains of her veranda. The upscale neighbourhood wasn't very high-rise.
In the dim light, she could see the back of a man walking down the street, talking on the phone.
- "I heard 406 was in the sa place as . Sa place I was with my wife."
"...!"
Her heart sank.
Sending him out had been the right decision. If he had called from inside, his presence would have disturbed her and she might have slipped up.
- "Don't you have the guts to co to ?"
"And put myself in danger?"
- "At least you're not completely brainless."
"What did you say?"
- "Considering your sense of self-preservation, you're not a complete idiot."
Baek Sa-eon sneered.
Heeju took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She couldn't afford to lose her cool this ti.
She had a question she had to ask him tonight.
"That's right and that's why you haven't been able to catch yet."
- "All the more reason for you to occupy my brain all day."
The slow, twisted tone of the voice sent a shiver down her spine.
- "I don't know 406's na, age or even his phone number. That's why I can only answer your calls."
"...!"
His simple but aggressive words made her cringe.
- "That makes even more curious about you. Are you slightly insane or completely deranged, I wonder. What goes through your mind when you attack soone?"
Was he trying to convince or insult ?
But Sa-eon set the bait and Heeju was already lured in.
"Let's ask each other questions... one after the other."
- "..."
There was silence for a while and then Baek surprisingly agreed with Sa-eon.
- "Fine."
"I'll go first."
- "Go ahead."
Her mouth felt dry. Pacing the living room, she finally retreated to her room and lay down on the bed.
Questions remained unanswered. Words she couldn't say struggled to be heard.
"Your fiancée... do you know where she is right now?"
- "I do."
"...!"
The short answer struck Heeju more than anything else.
He knew...? Heeju's legs felt as if they had gone numb.
"Where is she now?"
When she asked hastily, Baek Sa-eon replied indifferently.
- "My turn."
"What?"
- "Did you ever really hear Heeju's voice? Not her breath - her real voice."
"...!"
Caught off guard, Heeju froze, her thoughts derailed by the unexpected question.
"If it's the moaning you're talking about..."
- "Not that."
He cut her off coldly. But Heeju didn't back down.
"I've already answered, so it's my turn now, right?"
- "...."
Strangely, the silence on the other end carried a trace of annoyance.
"Where is Hong In-ah right now?"
- "She's not here."
"What kind of answer is that? Give a proper answer!"
Heeju frowned, her irritation flaring.
- "Doesn't that count as an additional question?"
"Don't be so stiff...!"
- "I don't understand why you're so curious about Hong In-ah."
"Should I consider that as your next question?"
- "Let's call it one."
For Baek Sa-eon, "Blackmailer 406" was probably nothing more than a psychotic ex-boyfriend Heeju had dealt with in the past. So Heeju tried to play the part.
"Heeju... she always paid attention."
- "Be specific."
"To the relationship between you and her sister."
- "I don't see any point in answering."
"What?"
Startled by his brazen refusal, Heeju stared in disbelief.
- "If I tell you, I'm sure 406 will use it against Heeju sohow. So, no. I won't say a word."
"...!"
- "That's my answer."
What the...? Heeju could only stare in astonishnt.
- "No matter what nonsense 406 tries to pull, I'll take care of it personally. Let's keep this grudge between us."
"...."
"Instead of approaching Heeju, you might as well try setting my car on fire a few tis..."
His voice remained distant, eerily so, even as he spoke harshly and then went straight to the point.
- "What did Heeju tell you?"
The question made her laugh briefly.
"Are you curious what she told ?"
What was this man thinking? Why on earth did Baek Sa-eon ask such a thing? But since her "mute" condition kept her far from being suspected as blackmailer 406, she couldn't risk compromising that.
- "Technically, she didn't 'talk' to ."
"I see..."
He let out a soft chuckle, dragging out his words leisurely. For so reason, he seed content with the answer.
It felt strange.
Heeju quickly shook off the inexplicable uneasiness and moved on to her next question.
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