Chapter 65
"If you turn off your phone, Gu Madam’s gonna throw a fit."
He had just done it a few hours ago, and that was exactly what happened. Now that Guppping had started to seriously question Mu-gyeong’s existence, sticking a recorder under a table wouldn’t cut it anymore. He’d probably try to track Hongju’s location even more frequently from now on.
"He probably will. But if this place gets found out... that’s bad, right?"
Mu-gyeong had one hand shoved in his pocket, the car key looped around his index finger, spinning it idly. The action looked oddly out of place against his neat, tidy appearance.
"Sharp instincts and a quick brain. Makes you fun to keep around."
He gave Hongju a slow once-over and tilted his head slightly. It seemed to mean come here, so Hongju quickly stepped closer. As he drew near, Mu-gyeong slung an arm over his shoulders. Their bodies pressed together, and that pleasant scent washed over him. Hongju had seen him smoke before, but there wasn’t even a hint of that foul smell on him.
"If Gu Madam throws a fit, come tell me. I’ll scold him for you."
"......."
The large hand resting on his shoulder gently tapped his cheek. It wasn’t a slap—just a light, brushing touch that tickled more than it hurt. Hongju ran the tip of his tongue along his upper palate, trying to suppress the odd feeling rising in his chest.
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There was still time before the next gambling night. During the lull, Hongju trailed behind Mu-gyeong on his occasional outings. All he ever really did was sit in the passenger seat. Every now and then, he’d switch his phone on.
"Gu Madam’s too excited to even care about you right now. Not worth checking."