Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 88

Holding Winston’s neck tightly, Yujin kept rolling his eyes. It was his first time in such a lavish place. The walls and ceiling sparkled so brightly that it was dazzling. The walls and floor were all marble, and the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling had countless bulbs lit up, making the place as bright as daytime. And the people—how to describe them. Their hair was neatly groomed, suits impeccably worn, makeup and attitudes refined and elegant. Such a dazzling place existed. Yujin was almost unable to keep his composure.

After pushing open the heavy-looking large door and passing the waiting staff, they entered another spacious room. Winston carefully helped Yujin sit on a large, elegant dark gray leather sofa. Only then did Yujin realize he hadn’t taken a single step since getting out of the car.

“What do you want to drink?”

Yujin fumbled, not knowing how to answer Winston’s question.

“Wa-water...”

Choosing the most ordinary word he could, Winston seemed to think for a moment, then asked.

“Can I choose? I know a tasty drink.”

“Uh, yeah. Sounds good.”

Feeling relieved, Yujin let out a silent sigh, but suddenly Winston pressed his lips against Yujin’s mouth. Before he could even react, Winston pulled away, leaving Yujin blinking in bewilderment. Seeing Yujin like that, Winston sighed and dropped his shoulders.

“Yujin, you shouldn’t try to seduce me in a place like this.”

“What did you say?”

Yujin had no idea what Winston meant. Feeling somewhat wronged, Winston frowned and tried to kiss him again. But this time, Yujin turned his head just in time.

“I-I didn’t try to seduce you.”

Stammering his denial, Yujin looked up at Winston, who stared back seriously. Feeling uneasy at the thoughtful expression, Winston soon straightened up and raised his hand. As the waiting manager approached promptly, Winston said something as if nothing had happened, but of course, Yujin couldn’t understand a word.

“What is this place for...?”

Yujin had no clue what they were supposed to do in this separate space. Winston smiled and answered.

“I have something I want to buy for you.”

“Buy? What?”

Startled, Yujin repeated Winston’s words just as the manager returned and placed drinks and beautifully prepared snacks before them. Yujin stared in fascination at the glass with a dark brown drink close to black, topped with white cream. Winston nodded urgingly.

“Try it. If you don’t like it, I’ll order something else.”

“Uh, okay.”

Following orders, Yujin sipped through the straw, and his eyes widened instantly. He couldn’t say a word and only looked at Winston, who burst out laughing.

“Like it?”

Winston gently brushed Yujin’s hair back from his forehead and asked kindly. Yujin hurriedly nodded. Who knew such a taste existed? Sweet but moderately bitter, cold enough to wake the senses, yet the feeling going down his throat was incredibly smooth. Just as he was lost in the taste, suddenly a piercing, unpleasant sound rang out. Hastily pulling away, Yujin realized his glass was already empty. Embarrassed, he put down the empty glass, and Winston ordered another drink, adding instructions.

“Shirts and pants, something that suits him.”

“Yes, sir.”

The manager smiled in reply and then disappeared. Yujin quietly took a piece of bread with a sweet butter scent and sighed in admiration with his eyes closed.

Delicious.

Although the estate always provided food and anything needed, Yujin didn’t know what to ask for and couldn’t make requests. Only once did he ask to make a dish from a book he was curious about, but the taste was so strange that he suffered terribly eating it, and since then never mentioned it again. He felt sorry to say he couldn’t eat what was kindly made for him.

But this, he could definitely ask to have made.

Feeling his heart swell with joy, Yujin tugged Winston’s sleeve a couple of times. Winston, sipping coffee, looked over, and Yujin, face flushed red, started to speak hesitantly.

“What’s this called? What do you say?”

“Financier.”

Winston glanced at the piece of bread Yujin still held halfway through. Financier, financier. Watching Yujin try hard to memorize the word, Winston asked.

“Do you like it?”

“Uh, yes.”

Yujin’s eyes sparkled as he shared his ambitious plan.

“When you bring the meal next time, I’ll ask to have financiers made too. I didn’t know something like this existed, so I couldn’t say anything before.”

Winston looked at Yujin silently again. His expression showed complex emotions watching Yujin happily nibbling the remaining piece bit by bit. Just as Winston was about to say something after a moment of thought, there was a knock, and soon the manager opened the door. Behind her came staff carrying trays of drinks and two staff holding hangers.

“Would you like to try it on right now? Or rest a bit more before?”

The manager asked with a smile. Yujin hurriedly wiped his oily hands roughly on his clothes. Winston said nothing seeing this and looked at the manager.

“I’ll take my time, so please give us some privacy. Thank you.”

The manager looked briefly surprised but then smiled indifferently and nodded before leading the staff out. Left alone, Yujin finally looked at the clothes hanging on the hangers and blinked.

“You’re trying to buy clothes for me?”

“Yes.”

Seeing Winston nod readily, Yujin was taken aback and parted his lips.

“Um... are the clothes I’m wearing now strange?”

“No, Yujin. Not at all.”

Winston quickly denied with a smile as Yujin’s face turned pale.

“I just want you to wear the clothes I buy when we meet. Not the clothes your father bought.”

“Uh...”

Yujin seemed a bit relieved but then tilted his head. It felt like Winston was saying that the money he used was ultimately Harold’s money. Winston casually added.

“This is my money. The money I earned, so you don’t have to worry.”

“You earned money? You’re still a student. How?”

Yujin raised his voice in surprise. There are many ways to earn money, but since Yujin had been practically confined, it was natural he knew nothing about the world.

“I did a little stock trading.”

“Stocks?”

“Yeah.”

Winston changed the subject without saying more.

“Want to eat more? Or change clothes first?”

Yujin soon caught on to his thought and looked # Nоvеlight # over the tray. After a moment of consideration, he made up his mind and said.

“I want to eat more.”

Glad I ate.

By the time Yujin came out after changing into his fifth outfit, he looked completely exhausted. Every time Yujin changed, Winston ordered him to turn this way, that way, walk here, there—endless commands—then pulled out other clothes he had picked out. Then it all repeated from the start.

It was the first time Yujin had ever changed so many clothes continuously in one place. He wanted to say “enough,” but since Winston had worked hard to earn money and was offering to buy clothes, he didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Reluctantly enduring, going in and out of the fitting room many times, Yujin let out a deep sigh as Winston once again handed him clothes.

“Tired?”

Winston burst out laughing and asked. Yujin muttered awkwardly,

“A little...”

“Isn’t this enough?”

“Sweetheart, just try on one more.”

Winston pleaded, holding out pants along with a shirt he had chosen. But Yujin was more surprised by something else and opened his eyes wide.

“Sweetheart...?”

“Yeah.”

He asked in confusion, but Winston’s reaction was carefree. He lightly kissed Yujin’s forehead and then asked,

“Want me to help you change?”