That Face Is the Problem - vanish into fiction

Suhyeok had been the berserker who took on the tank role before Jae-gyeong arrived, and he was a man who loved his wife fiercely. He had a muscular, large physique, the kind Da-sol really disliked, but he never used his strength to overpower the weak. Moreover, he was friendly and sociable. Perhaps because of the age difference, he treated Da-sol like a younger brother. No matter how Da-sol poked or prodded him, he never got angry. So Da-sol got along well with him.

When Suhyeok was around, he also took care of Da-sol’s mental well-being. Because of that, Hee-ro acting a little irritating could be ignored to some extent. Also, since Da-in was such a huge fan of Hee-ro, she had far too much information about him, which made him feel like someone he already knew. After Jeong Jeong-eon arrived, Hee-ro’s attention shifted entirely to Jeong-eon, so things became much easier.

Jeong Jeong-eon did not need an introduction. In Da-sol’s eyes, Jeong-eon was like a Buddha. Honestly, if he shaved his head and entered a temple right now, no one would be surprised. Jeong-eon was sincere and kind, and the fact that someone so rare had the gender of male still gave Da-sol cognitive dissonance.

And then there was Jae-gyeong, who came after Suhyeok left. How should he put it? Jae-gyeong was… really something else.

Da-sol’s face turned sullen as he thought. Jae-gyeong was not disgusting or repulsive like ordinary men. Well, he could have been, but somehow he managed to avoid that impression.

However, he was not as safe and comforting as Suhyeok, nor as reliable as Jeong-eon. He was just… strange. The kind of man Da-sol had never encountered before.

‘He was definitely fond of me, ugh, fond… yes, that was certain.’

Although Da-sol felt a physiological aversion, it was unprecedented that someone who openly showed they liked him had not been beaten nearly to death by him.

Da-sol could not understand this at first. No matter how much he risked his body to protect him in the dungeon, that was simply the duty of a tank. Even if Jae-gyeong had been with other team members, or even with Lee Hyeon, he would have acted the same way. Protecting the healer meant protecting the team.

Moreover, Da-sol was not the type to be moved by self-sacrifice. He thought it was foolish, in fact.

But he realized quickly that Jae-gyeong had not done it out of self-sacrifice or a sense of justice. At that moment, Jae-gyeong had acted solely out of consideration for Da-sol, blocking his view.

It was true that the memories of his high school trauma had surfaced when confronted with the absurd, obscene monster scene reflected in the mirror. That had made him want to vomit uncontrollably, leaving him helpless on the ground.

At that time, Jae-gyeong did not hesitate. He smashed all the surrounding mirrors without overthinking, while still protecting Da-sol. When he realized that the next walls were also mirrors, he simply wrapped Da-sol with his wings.

Da-sol heard Jae-gyeong mumbling in a soft, faint voice, “It’s okay… this is nothing… it’s okay, Da-sol…” He seemed barely aware of what he was saying. He just repeated that everything would be fine, that it was nothing.

Fine, my ass. What do you know? How can you call that disgusting scene nothing? Even if you knew what happened to me, could you say that? At first, Da-sol thought this even as he listened, but gradually Jae-gyeong’s faint voice filled his mind.

It’s okay. It’s nothing. It will be fine. It’s okay. It’s okay.

Then, when the voice stopped, Da-sol realized that Jae-gyeong had been shot. His mind felt completely empty. Jae-gyeong’s voice had stopped. His body shook violently, tears ran from his eyes, and blood poured from his mouth.

The despair. The strange fear that made it feel like his heart had stopped.

Da-sol had never been overwhelmed by such an emotion before. Not even during the horrific high school incident had he felt such despair and fear.

Only Jae-gyeong had made him feel that way.

“Who the hell are you?”

Da-sol said it reflexively, then quickly shut his mouth. Thankfully, they were in the car. If he had said it outside, he would have been so embarrassed that he would have run home at full speed.

“Fine, damn it… as long as you do well from now on, that’s enough.”

Da-sol ended his contemplation and started the car. It began to move.