Don't Mess With the Boss: Rozdział II [ENG]

MEET OUR BOSS!

The second time he woke up, it was because of the voices and the constantly growing feeling of coldness throughout his body. The pain on his left side has a little faded away, but his arm and chest still felt numb, like they didn’t belong to his body.  He tried to open his eyes but it seemed that still it was a little to much for him, so for now he settled in just listening to the voices, witch apparently were arguing right now.

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“Boss, you shouldn’t do that to a sick person” Youngjae frowned and took one step back, when he saw  how the glass with whiskey and ice in the man’s grip shook violently. He expected it to be thrown at any moment now. It didn’t matter how everyone adored and respected their Boss, claiming, that he is the most understanding and forgiving person you can have as your leader. Once he lost his patience, it was all done for. In that rare, but really frightening moments, all hell was breaking loose. The tableware was floating, screaming people were thrown, sometimes along with all kinds of furniture, out of the windows (not every time opened on time), and loads of people were fired. The last time he was like that was when our alcohol supply ended after New Year’s Eve, Youngjae thought to himself and sighed silently. Their Boss could really be sometimes a pain in the ass. In that moments, he always wondered why did he followed the man. Like right now, when the man announced that he would wake up the sleeping raven by force, if the said man won’t wake up in the next 5 minutes.

“He’s been sleeping for almost five days now, he had plenty of sleep already!” exclaimed the man, throwing his hands into the air, the glass in his hand almost slipped out of his grip. The blond flinched a bit when the hand with the poor glass missed his nose for an inch. He then sighed a little more loudly and placed his hand on the man’s shoulder, trying very hard not to snap at the older, who he had to respect.

“Hyung, he’s not like us, he never experienced something like this and it sure must have been really frustrating for his body and mind. He’ s really tired, physically and mentally and we should give him a good time’s rest” he tried so his voice was calm and reassuring, and the older stopped on his tracks, finally looking him into the eye, watching him silently and waiting for him to continue, which he gladly did. “You know, it’s even more convenient for us, Hyung. If he’s asleep more of the time he is here, we don’t have to guard ourselves so much and watch his every movement 24 hours per day.”

For a moment, there was this blissful silence that gave Youngjae the hope, that his superior and long life friend finally understood. In the next moment though, he wanted to strangle him to death.

After staring at him for a while with an unreadable expression on his face, he slipped out from his hand.

“I don’t care. I want him awake. Now.” He then turned around and ran over to the bed, on witch the said raven haired man was laid, and in one swift movement, he threw the sheets off of him.

Youngjae starred at him with his eyes and mouth widely open for a moment. When his Boss got on the bed and started settling above the smaller male, his hands trapping between them his head and his legs trapping his waist, he let out a small shout, and rushed to him.

“Yah, Yongguk Hyung, you DEFINITELY shouldn’t do something like this to an unconscious person! We don’t want him to accuse you for sexual harassment!”

The older looked at him with a dangerous sparkle in his eye.

“It’s either this or my rage.”

“...Just don’t mark him in an way.”

Despite the fact that he pitied the boy, he wanted to live. And who in their right mind would plant himself for some stranger picked up from the street in the first place?   

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And suddenly, everything went silent. The two voices definitely belonged to men; the first voice was more melodic and calm like it belonged to some kind of angel, while the other was one of a low, almost growling type, and a little rusty, like from some kind of hangover. The weird thing was, the men talked perfectly in Korean, although their accents were a little off, probably from too much speaking in Italian. He frowned his brows invisibly. Maybe he was in some kind of facility for immigrants? When the police found him they saw his ID and that he is Korean and took him to this place?

The sudden coldness on his chest and legs made him flinch a little, and he wondered a little scared, what are they doing to him? When he felt a hot blow of air, and a faint scent of alcohol right at his face, he decided that he doesn’t care what are they doing, he just wants them to stop. Concentrating all of his strength on this thought, he snapped his eyes open, and the sight made him speechless for a moment.

Dark, glistening eyes were starring right back at him. Right above them he saw, also dark, thick eyebrows, right now knitted in a frown and a few dark blond strands of hair. Between the intriguing and mysterious eyes there was this perfectly shaped nose and then there were... the lips.  Pure perfection. His lips were so deliciously full and plump, and he could see in slow motion how they were drawing closer to him, each second. Hypnotized by them, he saw how they formed a little smile on the man’s features and in the next second there was a wide smile on his lips, showing his white teeth alongside with his gums.  Then his head tilted a little to the side and he looked at someone outside raven’s vision.

“See, I told ya that he will wake up right away if I try to rape him!” dark, low voice of the man above him soundly radiated with contentment at his own action. The raven starred at him for a moment, expressionless. And then, it came to him.

A loud shriek escaped his lips, and the man above him blinked, startled. He then fell backwards with a loud yelp, witch was almost like a growl, holding tightly onto his crotch. The raven watched for a moment in silence, not knowing what happened. When some other man ran up to the whimpering male, he noticed that his leg, that before was lying straight on the bed, was bend in his knee. He must have kicked him... in this place. For a moment he felt pride that his body acted in this way on it’s own and rescued it’s owner from the abusive man. In the next second, when his eyes met the infuriated gaze of the said man, he wished he hadn’t done this. He gulped loudly, watching as the blond was getting up slowly, trickles of sweat on his forehead, and one hand still on his crotch.  

“You little herbivore, do you really want to die?” he hissed under his breath, finally standing up straight. His right hand reached in his direction and seeing this, despite the burning pain, he flinched and tried to move away on the bed as much as he could in his state. He really didn’t know what was going on, and it made him a little crazy. Is it possible, that he wasn’t in the facility for the immigrants?

The hand of the pissed off man was rapidly stopped by other hand, witch belonged to the other male, slightly smaller blonde with round glasses on his nose.

“Stop this, Yongguk Hyung. He didn’t mean to do this, it would be a natural reaction for anyone to make when someone is saying that they wanted to rape you.” His grip on the hand of his Hyung tightened and he forced him to look him in the eye. For a couple of seconds he was eyeing the smaller male, and then his gaze once more turned to the startled man on the bed.

“Better  be more careful when we meet next time, little herbivore. If you won’t be a good boy, I might even rape you for your punishment and I ain’t gonna’ feel sorry about this.” He growled through his clenched teeth and he broke his hand free from his friend’s grip. The raven gulped loudly, unable to turn his eyes away from the ones belonging to the dangerous man. He nodded slowly and tried to hide himself more behind the pillow, not really noticing the pain in this particular moment.

“Take every piece of information out of him, Youngjae” he grabbed his glass from the table and stormed out of the room, yelling at the maids, witch gathered behind the door after their master shouted at the top of his lungs earlier.

The blonde relaxed his muscles a bit and sighed heavily. And so, once again there was this possibility that they won’t be able to sleep tonight at all. When their Boss was pissed, it didn’t matter whether it was day or night.

He then looked at the scared man on the bed. His raven locks where all messed up due to their Boss’s behaviour, and his dark, sharp eyes told him that he was in a really bad pain and also shock. Youngjae shifted slightly, so that he could reach to his med bag and the male on the bed flinched nervously, hiding more under the pillow, if it was even possible.

Youngjae chuckled quietly and send the man a reassuring smile, pulling out some painkillers and a syringe with antibiotics in it.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, my name is Yoo Youngaje and I’m the doctor here. I’m only going to give you some painkillers and do an injection with some antibiotics, so that your wound won’t get infected.”  He slowly made his way to the bed, and he was glad that the man didn’t move away when he stood right next to him. Once more he showed him what he got in his hands with a nice smile and the raven nodded slowly, moving the pillow away. His eyes though weren’t stable, he was scanning the room and searching for something.

When Youngjae cleared his arm with a cotton pad and some specific, he did the injection, slowly introducing the medicine to the body. While he was doing that, the black haired man raised his head and asked bluntly.

“Did the scary pervy guy go away?”

With all his might he tried to stay serious and not burst out in laugh and at the same time scare the male away. The description was so accurate and perfect and a corner of his mouth lifted a little. And then, the next thing hit him.

“Yes, he’s somewhere else now. And how did you know that I understand Korean?” he poured some water into the glass and gave it to the patient along with some pills.

“Well, I heard how you were talking... or arguing, I don’t really now.” He shrugged his right shoulder a little and took the pill, drinking almost in one gulp the whole water in the glass. He must have been really thirsty.

“You want one more?” He pointed to the pot with the water on the table and the raven nodded eagerly, taking once more full glass in his hands with gratitude.

“So...” Youngjae sat on the verge of the bed and looked at the still drinking man “could you please tell me your name?”

The man looked at him for a moment, clearly thinking about his options and the threats of telling his name to the blond guy before him, and then he calmly stated.

“Kim Himchan.” The blonde nodded in understanding. A Korean name, witch was consistent with the ID of the man.

“Can I ask of something in return?” Youngjae looked at him with a reassuring nod; Himchan was still not very sure whether he was safe, his eyes still wandering around the room, often stopping at the door, like he expected Yongguk to enter the scene at any moment.

“I want a few answers to my questions, that’s all.”

“Well, I can’t guarantee that I will be able to answer them all, but give it a shot.” The man nodded slowly and after a few seconds,  Himchan asked.

“So, what exactly happened?” the blonde looked at the raven and sighed a little. The first question and he couldn’t tell the truth, at least all of it.

“When you were shot, my friend, seeing that you were from another country, took you in. He asked me to take care of you.” He was talking slowly, aware not to say anything he shouldn’t.

“Why didn’t he take me to the hospital?”

“Well, you’re a foreigner and from your passport and ID he concluded that if you’re from Korea, it would be better for you to wake up among people you can talk to. And I can assure you, that there are not many people in this country who can speak fluent Korean.” He was really pushing it, but he hoped that Himchan would believe him, at least for now.

The raven, after some thinking, hummed in understanding. His eyes still were wandering around the room.

“So, I am in your house? How much I can stay here?” his voice was now calm and his head started to work a bit better.

“You can say that. You can stay here until the time you recover, you don’t have to worry about the money or the food, we will take care of everything.” He assured him quickly with a smile on his lips, glad that he could answer this question sincerely. Himchan nodded and also sent him a weak smile.

“Well, if that’s how it is, I have no more questions for you, Youngjae.” It was a lie, he had a whole bunch of questions but telling from the man’s behaviour, he wouldn’t tell him all the truth. He assumed it would be better to let it go for now. When his wound will heal a little, he will seek for the answers on his own.

The doctor stood up at this and once more nodded.

“Okay, but if you need to know anything else feel free to ask. “ he lied, but he wanted to make sure that the man felt safe here so that he didn’t want to search for the answers on his own. “Now, it would be better for you to rest some more. Go to sleep, it will make you good.”

Himchan nodded and covered himself some more with the quilt, closing his eyes and almost immediately drifting once more to sleep.

Youngjae took his bag and quietly reached to the door. He opened them carefully not to wake up his patient and... bumped into no one else, but his scary, pervy Boss.

He frowned when he saw an empty glass in his hand, witch supposedly a few seconds earlier was glued to the door.

“Did you eavesdrop on us?”

“Pfft, why would I do that?” he snorted, indignant. “I was just going to the basement to fetch some good wine.” The basement was in the completely different direction, but Youngjae let it slip.

They walked arm to arm for a minute or two, when Yongguk suddenly looked out of the window and said, trying to sound completely uninterested in the answer.

“Soo... his name is Kim Himchan?”

Youngjae couldn’t help but facepalm.