That Face Is the Problem - Chapter 13.1
“W‑Why are you… here, Da-sol…?”
The words he managed to spit out were absurdly stupid.
“…Then why are you here, Jeong Jae-gyeong Hunter?”
“I… this is my home…”
Da-sol quietly stared at the apartment in front of the recycling center before turning his gaze back to Jae-gyeong.
“Then why did you tear my clothes?”
“I really didn’t mean to… I thought I might make you fall over…”
“So you grabbed the clothes and tore them apart?”
“I didn’t mean to rip them… I’m really sorry…”
Jae-gyeong bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle.
Da-sol looked down at his ruined clothing in disbelief. He seemed too exasperated to even know how to express his anger. Calmly, he removed the tatters barely covering the front of his torso. His pale skin revealed well-defined muscles. His nipples and areolas, faintly pink, were embarrassingly visible.
“Ugh…!”
Jae-gyeong instinctively squeezed his eyes shut. His face burned with heat. He could hear Da-sol muttering, “Damn it…”
‘What do I do…? I’m really so sorry, but… what should I do…?’
As Jae-gyeong mentally wept and helplessly replayed the same thoughts, Da-sol disposed of his trash and crumpled the torn cloth into a general waste bag.
“This time, I’ll let it slide. Don’t let us ever encounter something this disgraceful again.”
Da-sol spat the words and brushed past Jae-gyeong, heading toward the general trash area. Only then could Jae-gyeong open his eyes. His forehead, neck, and back were soaked with sweat. Steam seemed to rise from his head.
‘Why do I keep getting tangled up with Da-sol‑ssi like this…’
He quietly cried, organizing his scattered trash. Then he realized that a piece of white fabric was still clutched in his right hand, startling him.
‘Da-sol‑ back…!’
It was the back part of Da-sol’s T-shirt. He must have unconsciously gripped it tightly; the thin fabric was crumpled. The edges had been torn carelessly, with a few threads hanging loosely. He unfolded the cloth. The logo tag of the T-shirt was still attached.
BALENCIBABY
In the flowing font, the logo read ‘BalenciBaby,’ a famous luxury brand.
“Gah…!”
Not just any T-shirt, but a luxury brand T-shirt. He quickly pulled out his phone and searched for it.
“1.5 million won…”
Expensive for a T-shirt, but for a wealthy A-rank hunter, it was manageable. He immediately purchased the same design in several colors.
At that moment, Da-sol, having disposed of the general trash, could be seen passing the recycling center and heading toward the apartment.
“D-Da-sol…!”
Jae-gyeong hurriedly opened the recycling center door and ran after him. Da-sol, shirtless and showing pale, muscular skin, seemed not to notice and continued walking briskly.
“Seo Da-sol!!”
Calling his name loudly again, Jae-gyeong ran faster. Finally, Da-sol stopped. Against his pale face and body, only his ears were strangely red.
“Why?”
“I—I just bought the same T-shirt from the official website. Once it arrives, I’ll definitely give it to you. Since you live here, could you tell me your building and unit number…?”
As soon as Jae-gyeong finished speaking, Da-sol flicked his tongue along his cheek. He seemed to calm his anger and let out a dry laugh.
“Was that your purpose?”
“Huh…?”
“You wanted to find out where I live? So you went this far?”
“No… I‑I didn’t mean that at all…!”
“Or if the guild could have given it to me, why go as far as asking for my address?”
Suddenly, Da-sol shoved Jae-gyeong squarely in the chest. A dull pain surged through him. He was strong from physical training, but the force matched that of a combat-type hunter.
“Cough… cough cough…”
Grasping his chest and coughing, Jae-gyeong heard Da-sol speak, each word deliberately enunciated.
“Listen, you perverted stalker. I hate guys with dicks, and my hobby is smashing the balls of those kinds of guys. If you want to keep yours intact, you better behave properly.”
“Y-Yes…?”
Da-sol’s low voice was terrifyingly cold. The content left Jae-gyeong tearful.
‘I’m not a perverted stalker. My life is far from that of a criminal. But from Da-sol‑ssi’s perspective, it could very well seem that way, especially after I tore his shirt…’
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