Don't You Need an Omega Lucky Charm - Chapter 16.1
It happened in a single instant.
The lighting that had been clear just a moment ago suddenly blurred, and people’s voices followed a beat late. Rather than the sound of laughter growing louder, it felt as though Ha-on’s ears were delayed in processing it.
Ha-on downed another gulp out of sheer stubbornness before finally realizing it.
Ah, I’m in big trouble.
His awareness was delayed, but his understanding was quick.
Strength was draining from his body. He felt a desire to lean on something.
Ha-on moved as his mind dictated. As he tilted his body, he felt warmth on his arm.
“You really drank a lot. Senior, lean on me.”
Cha Seojun’s voice reached him in a muffled buzz.
When did he move to the seat next to me? Such a thought flashed past in a brief instant.
He tried to lean obediently at the offer, but he felt someone’s grip pulling him in the opposite direction.
His body, unable to overcome the alcohol, fluttered easily according to that touch.
As if conscious of that, the strength of the hand’s grip which had felt rough softened. The force supporting his body was also stable.
“Where are you leaning when you’re not a kid? Sit up straight.”
Thanks to that, Ha-on’s body was made to sit up even straighter than at first. His eyes, large compared to his small face, blinked a few times at a slow speed.
To care for me this much…
Ha-on looked up at the prickly Cha Jeongwon.
“Senior.”
Ha-on emptied the remaining alcohol in the bottle he was holding, placed it on the table, and set both of his hands side by side next to it. Then he muttered.
“For real.”
His upright posture collapsed in an instant. Ha-on’s body gradually spilled forward.
Ha-on just… just did that wondering if Cha Jeongwon might not be able to hear his voice.
It was a distance where their breaths would mingle if he moved just a little closer.
The table where the three were sitting shook slightly. It was the moment Cha Jeongwon snatched and cleared away a beer bottle that was wobbling along with it.
“Then… Do you hate it every time you see me, or do you like it?”
His gaze was slightly unfocused, but his voice was clear. It was a voice wavering between expectation and giving up.
It was also a question he would have never asked in his right mind. What difference did it make whether Cha Jeongwon liked him or hated him?
“If you did… I think that would have been kind of nice.”
The lightly tossed end of his words sank down, soaked in alcohol.
The two men, who failed to understand the meaning behind Ha-on’s words, merely listened to him in silence.
Because no answer came back, Ha-on’s heart grew even heavier.
This was because of the accident in the broken elevator.
Originally, he should be avoiding him. It would be best to just have no feelings whatsoever.
Was it because their lips had touched? He just came to think that he hoped he didn’t hate him too much.
This, too, was a thought he would have never had if he were sober!
Cha Jeongwon did not answer.
He merely lifted his bottle once more and set it down. His lips brushed against the glass rim.
“You’re drunk.”
That was all Cha Jeongwon said.
“Yes.”
Ha-on smiled, his eyes folding half-shut.
“Where… is the alcohol.”
The beer bottle was already empty.
Just then, a fresh bottle was set on the table. It seemed someone from the next table had provided it.
“Stop drinking.”
Cha Jeongwon picked up the bottle and moved it away. Because of that, Ha-on’s hand briefly waved through the air before returning to the table.
“What if I stop drinking?”
Ha-on muttered.
“What will you give me?”
At Ha-on’s subtle tone, a barely visible smile appeared around the corners of Cha Jeongwon’s mouth. His gaze also grew sharp.
“It seems there’s something you want.”
Was it the gaze of a detective who had discovered a culprit, or was it the gaze of a predator that had found prey?
While Ha-on was getting drunk, Cha Jeongwon had also drunk quite a bit. Though he wasn’t drunk, it was true that he was slightly more relaxed than usual.
“It’s not… like I don’t.”
Ha-on spoke, blinking his heavy eyelids.
And he pointed at Cha Jeongwon with his index finger.
“Senior’s…”
…suite room.
Without being able to complete the rest of his sentence, Ha-on collapsed onto the table just like that.
As the stacked bottles bumped against one another, a clear ringing sound echoed. However, no other noise was heard.
“Senior? Senior Ha-on!”
A startled Cha Seojun gently shook Ha-on’s shoulder. Ha-on only made a few whimpering sounds and did not raise his head.
Everyone focused on Ha-on, mulling over the words he had just spoken.
“Hey, did you hear that just now?”
“He said ‘Senior,’ right? Isn’t that a confession?”
“No, he might have just been calling him Senior.”
“He said he wants him!”
“Whoa. Holy crap.”
