For several days now, the entire city had been downcast due to the heavy rain pouring down on the capital. The dark clouds resembled the underside of a pot, and it pushed against the sky, making it appear dark and stuffy. The cars congested in traffic were like sluggish earthworms, squirming forward little by little.
After working overtime for days on end and now being cooped up in a narrow car with the heater blasting, He Gu already felt dizzy. His eyes strained as he felt the traffic jam getting to him. On one hand, he was moving forward like a tortoise; on the other, he was communicating with his subordinate about a case over the phone. Several times, he nearly hit the car in front by driving too closely. By the time he got home, it was almost ten o’clock. And in the few seconds between opening the car door and opening his umbrella, he had gotten drenched by the pouring rain. In late autumn, the raindrops hitting his skin were comparable to ice shards.
When he went up the stairs, even the sound of his footsteps were thick with fatigue.
But when the key inserted into the keyhole, spun round, and clicked open, He Gu jolted, immediately waking up his muddled brain.
The sounds of a game console seemed to come from the other side of the door.
He had come.
In that moment, the burden of work and the fatigue from working overtime fell to the ground like raindrops splattering into several pieces before disappearing into the water. His heart seemed to have caught sight of the cool breeze going round the moon and all the now-blooming flowers. This sounded quite exaggerating, but when he knew that he could see that person when he opened the door, his joy turned into a warm stream, traveling within his blood, his limbs, and his bones before going back to his heart, so warm and pleasant.
He Gu turned around and leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to refresh himself. Then, he took out his cellphone from his pocket and turned on the front camera. The camera reflected a refined and upright face. He tried to smooth his rain-soaked hair, but his face, which could’ve been considered handsome, was now a mess as his hair was flattened by the rain. Paired with the heavy dark circles and somewhat tired eyes, he totally cut a sorry figure as well. He sighed. What use was there in saving the situation when he naturally looked like this? And so he pushed the door open, not bothering to make any more useless efforts.
The lights weren’t turned on in the room, the glare of the LCD being the sole source of light inside. A man hidden in the darkness was leaning back on the couch and holding a video game controller, his gaze focused on the screen. Two unbelievably long legs rested indulgently on the coffee table.
The man didn’t even look at him as his slender fingers pushed away at the buttons.
“Why didn’t you turn on the lights when you arrived?” said He Gu, reaching for the lights.
“Don’t. It ruins the atmosphere,” said the man without looking back.
He Gu looked at the screen. Turned out he was playing some zombie game. The hot-pants policewoman on the screen was searching for zombies in a dilapidated factory, and the atmosphere was strange and intense.
“Have you eaten? Are you hungry?”
The man didn’t answer, his attention all on the game.
He Gu put down his briefcase, took off his wet windbreaker and hung it up. He went to the bathroom for a quick shower, then changed into his home clothes. Afterwards, he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water before heading back to the sofa.
The glass was slammed on the coffee table, and the man finally tilted his head a bit to look at He Gu. In the dark, those deep eyes were both black and bright. A casual, meaningless glance embodying romance. He Gu felt his heart fiercely pounding.
It’s been more than a month since we last saw each other, He Gu thought as he looked at the person before his eyes, even though, from time to time, he would see him online and on TV.
The man concentrated on playing the game. He Gu said nothing as he quietly stayed by his side. Unfortunately, it wasn’t long that the sexy, hot-pants policewoman was bitten to death by a zombie. The man threw away the game controller and muttered, “Fuck.”
“Bad mood?” He Gu said softly.
“Busy as hell and annoyed to death.”
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Don’t wanna eat. Your TV screen is too small, and it’s so dull to look at. The game should also be updated.”
“Oh… I’ll make you something, okay? It’s late already, you should be hungry.”
“Not eating. Just turn the lights on,” the man ordered.
He Gu went to turn on the lights.
The man covered his eyes with his hands, adjusting to the light, before throwing his head back and lowering his hands. Revealed was a face so beautiful, it could take one’s breath away. He had three-dimensional features unique to those of white descent, but since he was three-quarters oriental, there was some softness in those knife-carved features. His eyes were like a sea of ink, the bridge of his nose resembling a perilous peak, and the corners of his mouth were naturally upturned, seemingly smiling but not. Such a face was simply god’s masterpiece.
Skin against a pure black turtleneck sweater, making it look particularly fair and smooth. Medium-length curls casually swept to the back of his head. An outfit perfectly chaste, yet because of his lazy and casual gaze, it looked somewhat bewitching, having an unspoken kind of danger and sex appeal.
“Juhan, have you lost weight?” He Gu’s eyes fell on Song Juhan, and like usual, they were reluctant to move away. His career had been on the rise, so the amount of time he got to see him became less and less. Not a minute or second of it should be wasted.
“Maybe.” Song Juhan picked up the glass of water and took a sip, then leaned back on the couch and tilted his head back. His Adam’s apple was visible past the turtleneck, sliding up and down as he swallowed.
He Gu felt his heart shudder again. He said, “If you’re tired, take a shower and go to bed.”