Knowing Brother-Chapter 73

Won Dae-young, who had his hat pulled down low to avoid people’s eyes, opened the door to the coin karaoke booth.

Choi Seol-woo laid down on the long bench with his head down. He could barely lay down his upper body, but it was comfortable in its own way. Won Dae-young took off the windbreaker and pushed it under Choi Seol-woo’s head.

“Hey, don’t touch me. Move your legs.”

Seol-woo swung one foot without any manners and pushed Won Dae-young’s thigh away. His lower body was still stretched out toward Seol-woo’s seat. They decided to accept this much because the space was narrow.

Won Dae-young was seen taking off his hat and brushing his short hair. His body, which had maintained the best condition since the Asian Games, was full of energy. Even if he just sat still, he radiated fighting spirit and heat far away. It was uncomfortable to be together in such a small, confined space.

“I’m going to rest for exactly 30 minutes and then go home. Don’t do useless things and stay quiet.”

While Choi Seol-woo was on high alert, Won Dae-young put his card next to the 500 won coin slot. After playing several of the latest popular songs, he turned around to face him. Won Dae-young, holding the microphone, ignored the interlude and began to recite what he wanted to say. As expected, he was being selfish. Under his slightly tilted, dark-skinned face, his naturally wet brow rose and fell adorably.

“Intern Choi is upset, the whole world. What are we going to do? Now, you guys are going to hate each other.”

Won Dae-young had never stopped Choi Seol-woo from applying for an internship a few months ago. Unlike Mrs. Choi, who had been telling her for days, “Do you really have to work at a large corporation where you have to work overtime every day? There are also workplaces where you can work comfortably with your skills!” Won Dae-young’s response was simply, “If you want to do it, then do it.” freёweɓnovel.com

And he always bothered her. He kept nagging me to send him a status check once or twice a day and showed up at the company every few days. Won Dae-young used to be like that.

“If you didn’t do it, you’d regret it for the rest of your life, Seol-woo. Let’s curse the world and go eat something delicious with hyung.”

So, he knew very well that Choi Seol-woo wouldn’t give up until he realized it himself, so he quietly waited behind him... Is that what he meant?

Thanks to his indifferent voice, his anger subsided greatly, but Choi Seol-woo muttered bluntly.

“How can you not work hard? You work hard all year long as if there’s no tomorrow. How can I live comfortably? Is life that easy and simple? Mrs. Choi has a house and a national pension, and what else? How much debt do you have and how much do you pay for medicine?”

“I told you not to think of that as debt.”

“But you can’t, you have to earn a lot.”

“Hyung, you have a lot of money, now.”

“......?”

“Oh, it means there were a lot before, but now there are even more.”

Won Dae-young, holding the microphone, only spoke useless words instead of singing. I wondered why he was saying that here. He must be considerate enough to pay it back slowly. Trying to reassure me that it wasn’t a ‘burden on the mind.’ Choi Seol-woo answered without looking at Won Dae-young.

“Yeah, you’re a star now. ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) You’re living a glamorous life.”

“I won the gold medal I wanted so badly, but then you disappeared from my life.”

Won Dae-young answered while searching through the pockets of his wide cargo pants. As he said, he couldn’t adapt to loss. He’s a piece of trash who needs to control everything he has in his hands to feel better. He just wants to have honor, women, and friends.

Won Dae-young placed a round gold object in front of Choi Seol-woo’s chest, who was lying down. It was the gold medal he had worn around his neck at the Asian Games.

“...What the heck. What do I want this to be?”

“This is yours. If I had lived alone, I wouldn’t have won this. So my advertising income is yours.”

“How can there be such a far-fetched logic?”

“Choi Seol-woo. You should live your life a little easier and simpler now. That’s okay, you. You’ve never been without struggling until now, you.”

It was hard to respond in a twisted tone anymore. It was because my throat was choked up by Won Dae-young’s increasingly serious tone.

“Tsk, if only I had won the medal a year earlier.”

“.......”

“Listen carefully. I’m talking about this right now. I’m talking about my career as an athlete. This isn’t a joke.”

Won Dae-young firmly grasped the gold medal. Then, as if he was angry, he denounced it with a distorted face.

“F*ck, I thought I was going crazy yesterday. I was up all night yesterday too.”

“.......”

“I’m going crazy, I have to be the only one who sees you stop working. I don’t want you to get sick anywhere else. I absolutely can’t stand seeing you call another kid! You found out so late, you’re going to be me!”

“What....”

“Please don’t do that. Just stay with me.”

“Hey. Put the mic down...!”

Uncharacteristically emotional and crude words poured out. Choi Seol-woo, unable to handle the situation any longer, snatched the mic from Won Dae-young.

When he got up, Won Dae-young had already leaned in closer.

“Don’t come any closer, sit far away!”

An echo echoed inside the booth. Won Dae-young raised both hands and showed his intention to surrender, leaning his back against the wall. The heavy weight made the booth shake violently.

“What on earth are you planning?”

The defenses that had been resigned and hurt for over a dozen years began to buckle. Choi Seol-woo, holding the microphone, poured out the words he had been holding back for days. The accompaniment strangely matched the beat, making it seem like he was rapping slowly.

“You said long ago that the reason you’re being so picky about me is because I’m like your only family. I agreed. Why are you acting like this all of a sudden? What the hell?”

“Me.”

“We’ve been together for over ten years, thousands of days, and she never responded to me even once. She used to date women and have a good time, but now that I’ve come out, she’s suddenly coming to me?”

She cut off his words and questioned him. There was no next step for Choi Seol-woo now. She had already passed her limit. She had a gut feeling that things would get even harder if she didn’t get rid of him this time, so she fired off all the grounds for her opposition.

“So you were having a hard time and went into hiding? You want me to believe you? Well, the only thing I can see is that you can’t stand me meeting with Director Yoon Ji-hwan without your control. Why should I be in your hands? Don’t you think that’s abnormal, you?”

Won Dae-young shut his mouth after seeing Seol-woo’s faintly trembling fingertips. The clothes that had been soaked in the rain were drying and lowering his body temperature.

He held back his words and let out a deep sigh as he watched Choi Seol-woo shivering in the cold.

“Anyway, stubbornness. You’re much more stubborn than me.”

“I told you not to come... Ha, damn it.”

Won Dae-young was also a master of making orders seem like nothing happened. He crouched down in front of the bench and wrapped his arms around Choi Seol-woo’s shoulders.

Won Dae-young’s body was as warm as an electric blanket. Who knew body temperature could make a person helpless like this... Won Dae-young muttered quietly while hugging Choi Seol-woo.

“What kind of family can’t sleep because they’re stuck with another kid? What kind of family would do that? I can’t stand looking at anyone with these black eyes.”

“.......”

“I’ll live in exile only if you fall in front of me.”

The light from the karaoke machine illuminated Won Dae-young’s healthy face. Seol-woo let out his last appeal in a groaning voice.

“Hyung... Just... Stop it here.”

“...Does that mean, if you’re going to go, go now? If you don’t go now and leave later, I’ll kill you?”

Seol-woo lifted his head from his arms. Won Dae-young stared blankly into Seol-woo’s eyes, which were shaking and sparkling more than ever.

“My answer is the same now as it was then.”

He still couldn’t take his eyes off Choi Seol-woo’s eyes, and added.

“If you’re confused because I’m acting like this all of a sudden, give me a chance. I’ll take responsibility.”

A subdued voice enveloped his ear. Once, his lips were wheezing, once again, his eyes again, and once again his lips again. Won Dae-young scanned Choi Seol-woo’s face as if possessed by something. Seol-woo repeated one last time. Please. The habit of trying not to let his heart be caught was falling apart and breaking apart.

Because right now, if Won Dae-young really was risking everything, thinking he would take responsibility for any outcome.

Choi Seol-woo should have been embarrassed.

The past ten years, when he had not been able to muster the courage to confess that he had wanted that brat named Won Dae-young so much.

Choi Seol-woo collapsed helplessly in the face of shame and some respect.

“Hyung. I really... I think I’ll really kill you next time. I think I’ll kill my mind that can’t come to my senses.”

“.......”

“Who have you ever liked that much, you?”

The words that had corrupted his heart for countless years flew far away... into the air.

The moment his throat got hot and his eyes filled with heat, Won Dae-young’s eyes also shook violently.

“.......”

The strong waves swept past his eyes. His furrowed eyebrows were filled with countless emotions. Soon, hot breath flowed out from Won Dae-young’s arms.

“I know this is against the rules. It’s a flying start (*a foul in track and field where you start before the starting signal).”

“What....”

When his incomprehensible monologue ended, his eyes, wide and without double eyelids, were right in front of him. The dark deep sea rippled in Won Dae-young’s eyes. Their gazes met in the karaoke MR accompaniment. Then, it felt like a few seconds later. Strong warmth embraced his lips.

He pushed Seol-woo against the wall and got up, placing his knees on the bench. His vision was filled with Won Dae-young.

He held Seol-woo’s lips and stretched his left arm out to the side. Something shook violently beside him, so he opened his tightly shut eyes. Won Dae-young opened his umbrella with one hand and leaned it against the bench. The black umbrella blocked the opaque door once more.

Choi Seol-woo, who had been frozen by the soft touch that wetted the inside and outside of his lips, barely regained consciousness. Reason hit the back of his head. He felt a strong force grabbing Choi Seol-woo’s arm, who flinched belatedly.

“...What, what are you doing, you....”

His roughly scattered breath spread across Won Dae-young’s chin. He had come all this way to avoid this kind of thing, but Choi Seol-woo’s boundary wall had become Amitabha Buddha again. Why on earth do things end up like this when you’re in the same space? Anyway... A youngling like a stallion... His two eyes, lowered toward Seol-woo’s wet lips, were dark.

“Check the breathing.”

He hugged the back of Seol-woo’s head and looked deeper.

He pursed his lips. His deep breath completely penetrated Won Dae-young's cheek. A hot sensation surged into his parted lips.