The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 37.2
Since this place was only a temporary shelter, they had to pack the belongings from the family home in Seoul to move. The three of them boarded the van provided by the Management Bureau.
The road from Chuncheon back to Seoul was quiet, as it was a weekday afternoon. However, the air inside the car was suffocatingly silent.
Choi Jae-heon, in the driver’s seat, focused only on the road ahead, while Ian, in the passenger seat, stared out the window. Only Vermouth El Di Loxtian, in the backseat, hummed a tune while admiring the scenery outside. Whenever he occasionally tossed out a question like, “What kind of building is that?” Ian would answer him. By losing an arm, Vermouth had gained a different attitude from Ian than before.
“Get out here.”
At the entrance to Seoul, Choi Jae-heon attempted to drop Vermouth off.
“It seems like moving will require extra hands. I shall help as well.”
“I don’t need a guy who doesn’t even have an arm.”
Ian mediated between the two snarling men.
“Don’t you have luggage you need to bring too?”
“I do not. I did not leave any important items there.”
The Management Bureau had provided him with a house, but it seemed he did not feel as though it belonged to him. After all, his real home did not exist in this world. Ian felt once again that Vermouth’s obsession, having given up everything to chase him here, was extraordinary. For that reason, Vermouth followed them all the way to Choi Jae-heon and Ian’s house.
It was the house where Ian had lived for a long time since childhood. The main gate, which had been damaged when he last saw it, had been repaired.
“Let’s go in.”
Ian felt a strange sense of emotion as he followed behind Choi Jae-heon. It was a space that always gave him a sense of relief whenever he returned, but today it felt unfamiliar. Why did he feel this way?
As the door opened and they entered the house, a familiar scent drifted toward them.
“Just pack what you need. Most things are already at Hong Seo-yun’s place, so you only need to pack clothes and daily necessities.”
Choi Jae-heon spoke matter-of-factly and entered his own room.
Ian also headed to his room. Upon opening the closet door, he saw the school uniform he had been wearing when he went missing five years ago hanging on a rack. Next to it, the new clothes his brother had bought him after his return were neatly organized.
First, he unfolded a worn out carrier and began packing clothes. His luggage didn’t amount to much. The five year gap was larger than expected, and his life after returning was still short.
While Ian was folding clothes, Choi Jae-heon suddenly entered the room. He was holding a bundle of socks in his hand.
“Take these. I bought them recently, and they’re good because they’re thick. Your feet are always cold.”
“Oh, thanks.”
Choi Jae-heon sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed. Normally, he would have nagged Ian for being slow at packing, but today he was unusually quiet. The words Ian had spat out—that they weren’t even real brothers—seemed to still be lodged in his heart.
No, but Hyung was the one who said it first, wasn’t he?
Ian bit his lip repeatedly before finally opening his mouth.
“Hyung.”
He didn’t want to maintain this state for a long time. Ian stopped packing and looked at Choi Jae-heon.
“I’m sorry about earlier. My words were too harsh. You know I didn’t mean it, right?”
“It’s fine. It’s the truth, anyway.”
Choi Jae-heon shook his head with a bitter smile.
“Besides, I was the one who said it first.”
At those words, Ian’s heart sank. Choi Jae-heon was bringing up the issue Ian had been avoiding all along. Ian fell silent and began fidgeting with his clothes for no reason.
“I still like you. And I am certain of that feeling. Just remember that.”
With those final words, Choi Jae-heon left the room. Left behind, Ian let out a deep sigh and closed his carrier.
***
He loaded the carrier he brought out into the car.
The next destination was Gangnam, Hong Seo-yun’s house. The roads were completely gridlocked as they overlapped with rush hour. Amidst the procession of red brake lights, Ian repeatedly dozed off and woke up. Meanwhile, the view outside the window had changed into a street sparkling with brilliant lights.
The place they arrived at was a luxury villa overlooking the Han River.
The underground parking lot was lined with foreign cars, and it was a place where security guards resided at the entrance. After swiping a private key card and taking the elevator to the top floor, a spacious entrance on par with a penthouse appeared.
“Wow.”
Ian could not close his mouth.
The marble floors sparkled, and the living room was wide enough to play soccer in. Beyond the floor to ceiling windows, the night view of Seoul unfolded like a panorama. Every piece of furniture looked extraordinary and expensive.
To think this was a house just being left unused. The wealth of an S-class hunter truly transcended imagination. Ian’s gaze naturally turned toward Choi Jae-heon at that point.
“I have plenty of money too,” Choi Jae-heon said flatly.
At that remark, Hong Seo-yun, who had met them at the door and accompanied them in, laughed.
“The password is 0000. You guys can change it later. There are four rooms, so use whichever ones you like.”
He then explained the layout of the house.
“The master bedroom at that end is the largest and has an attached bathroom. Across from it are two small rooms, and there’s a room that serves as a study at the end of the hallway.”
Now, the problem was the room assignments.
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