Becoming the Terminally-Ill Villain Who Torments His Disciples - Chapter 115.2
“You were putting on quite the show about how much you missed him. Was holding hands all you did?”
“What are you even talking about?!”
“What were you planning to do if I hadn’t come to get you? Go to round two? Get drunk and let some bastard grope you?”
“What are you saying? I just…!”
As Eunwoo tried to sit up—
“Don’t give me that ‘we’re just friends who had drinks’ bullshit.”
Taehyuk pushed Eunwoo back down onto the bed as he spoke.
The way he reached out—as if he were going to violate him—made Eunwoo’s face go pale.
In that moment, when the man’s hair briefly appeared to be bright blue as he reached for him, Eunwoo clenched his fist and smacked himself across the face with a loud thwack!
‘…This man isn’t one of my Hyungs.’
So there’s no reason to be afraid.
He’s not someone who can’t be reasoned with.
He was clearly acting this way because he was angry about something. That much was obvious.
Eunwoo shut his eyes tight, took a deep breath, and turned to face Taehyuk. Perhaps surprised by the unexpected reaction, Taehyuk was momentarily speechless.
“If I did something wrong, please explain it to me clearly.”
“……”
“Dragging me around like that, throwing me down… Even if you’re helping me with this and that, it doesn’t give you the right to treat me however you want.”
Finishing his sentence, Eunwoo pushed Taehyuk away from his chest.
Thankfully, Taehyuk didn’t resist and quietly created some distance between them.
“Next time I drink, I’ll let you know in advance. But… Please don’t slander my personal relationships.”
“……”
“…Well then, good night.”
With that, Eunwoo climbed off Taehyuk’s bed and fled to his own room as if running away.
The moment Eunwoo left the room, Taehyuk unconsciously let out the breath he’d been holding.
“Haa…”
Just moments ago, when he’d thrown Eunwoo onto the bed, he’d been consumed by uncontrollable rage.
Then, seeing Eunwoo hit himself in the face, he snapped back to reality.
But what shocked him even more came after that.
That clueless, innocent-looking kid he didn’t expect to see that kind of strength in his eyes.
As he thought about it, for a brief moment, Eunwoo’s brown eyes had appeared… a different color.
“Blue?”
And that wasn’t all.
It had passed like a hallucination, but for a moment, Eunwoo looked completely different.
A delicate figure, long flowing hair. Shoulders trembling in fear—yet those blue eyes staring at him were unwavering and strong.
“What the hell…”
Had he finally lost his mind from thinking about Eunwoo all day?
Scoffing at himself, Taehyuk raked a hand through his hair—then realized he had a bigger problem.
He missed Eunwoo so badly he could hardly stand it, even though they’d just parted.
“Shit…”
Taehyuk muttered under his breath and shot up from his seat, heading straight into the living room.
“Lee Eunwoo.”
Eunwoo froze on the spot just as he was about to enter his own room. He hadn’t expected Taehyuk to follow him.
A flash of surprise crossed his face—but then vanished just as quickly.
Eunwoo looked up and stared directly at Taehyuk.
“Yes? Do you have something to say?”
“I feel like I can’t function without you. But I honestly don’t know what this feeling is.”
“……”
“When I see you talking to some other guy, I get furious. If someone else knows something about you that I don’t, I get pissed.”
Taehyuk said, placing his hands on Eunwoo’s shoulders.
It seemed like he might hurt him—but the touch wasn’t rough. His hands trembled faintly, more like a silent plea for Eunwoo to just look at him.
“Why… Why the hell…”
He clearly had something to say, but it was stuck in his throat like a stone.
His neck tensed, veins popping as he gritted his teeth in frustration.
Watching him silently, Eunwoo slowly reached out and gently wrapped his arms around Taehyuk’s waist.
Taehyuk inhaled sharply, his chest expanding as if something inside him had burst.
“It’s okay.”
“……”
“Calm down. Say whatever you want to say.”
As if to say he wasn’t going anywhere—as if to say he’d listen to whatever it was Taehyuk had to let out.
At that, Taehyuk’s hands fell away from Eunwoo’s shoulders.
With a soft thump, he lowered his head and buried his face into Eunwoo’s shoulder, muttering quietly:
“You message Chief Yoon, but why… Don’t you message me?”
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