Chapter 2.6
"Did you practice the violin yesterday?"
"If I don't practice, my hands get stiff."
"I got a call from the security office. Someone complained about the noise through the intercom."
"......"
In this crappy apartment, he couldn't even play his music freely. In this place, he couldn't do any of the things he used to enjoy. Haewon didn’t respond and started to change his clothes.
"What's your name... what's your name?"
A hand wrapped around his waist touched Haewon's flat stomach. It reached no further, playfully just touching his stomach. The hand, desiring to delve beneath the clothes and touch his bare chest, hurriedly tightened around Haewon's waist.
Haewon let the hand roam freely over him as he continued to pack, and then his phone rang. He slipped out of the man's grasp to answer it.
"Yes."
—Haewon, it's me.
It was Senior Choi.
"Yes, Senior."