A Taste to Spit Out - Chapter 14
He grinned at me while babbling that nonsense. At the same time, the refrigerator beeped. I slowly rolled my eyes and looked away from him.
Kang Yeol-jin revealed his brown, muscular body as he pulled out a container of side dishes from the refrigerator. He took out a whole head of kimchi and raised the knife above it. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…
“Hey, don’t mess around.”
This guy, who seemed like he could slice a person with that sharp knife, was only using it to cut kimchi.
He didn’t care at all about my sharp words. An egg popped, and the savory smell of ramen filled the bowl. The spicy broth made me gulp involuntarily, even as I tried to turn away, clinging to my last shred of pride.
“Here you go.”
Finally, he placed a piece of kimchi, cut into a perfect bite-sized portion, in front of me. For such a large guy, it looked too small and petty.
“I told you not to mess around…!”
With a clatter, the ramen and kimchi tumbled across the dining table. Kang Yeol-jin’s foot, like a bear paw, was covered in hot ramen broth.
It was definitely very hot. Even with white steam billowing up, Kang Yeol-jin remained expressionless.
I was the one who felt even more flustered.
Why isn’t he avoiding it? Why? You’re a former MMA youngest champion. You could have easily dodged it and avoided getting hurt.
As I watched his smoldering foot, I felt more anxious and trembled involuntarily.
He was used to violence. I knew he wouldn’t even blink at something like this, having handled it
as often as his left hand…
“Do you think I’m lying to you?”
He gripped my arm tightly. I coldly scoffed at him. Even though the corners of my mouth trembled, I deliberately laughed heartily.
“Trust you?”
I had to forcefully turn my gaze away from his foot, which was headed for trouble. If I didn’t, it would seem like I actually cared about him…
“Lying? You’re nothing but lies, you bastard.”
You’ve never hesitated to use any means to get what you want. You sold yourself out, and when my father was at your feet, you were the same. You even sold your own brother, you bastard.
“Then what should I do?”
Finally, he asked. He suddenly pulled me toward him and whispered ominously in my ear.
“Should I just die, then…?”
He tightened his grip on my arm. He dragged me toward the cutting board and picked up the kitchen knife resting on it.
I instinctively flinched and trembled my knees. The blade glinted menacingly, and I found myself backing away without realizing it. He was definitely going to stab me with it. He had always wanted to hurt me, always wanted me dead.
“Should I die?”
But then,
He placed the knife handle in my hand. He then pressed the blade’s tip against his own neck.
“Should I die for you?”
If I said yes, he would act like he was going to tear open his own throat with that blade.
The atmosphere was too tense. The air felt so sharp that even a slight mistake could slice flesh away. His eyes burned with intensity, and thick veins stood out on the back of his hand.
“…I, I…”
As I couldn’t find the words to say, my mouth just opened and closed like a gasping fish, and he pushed the knife in deeper.
Crimson droplets of blood began to form amidst the bright red kimchi broth…
At that moment, the only word that came to my mind was “No.” No, if he gets hurt, if he dies…!
Every vein in my body screamed that I had to stop it.
He was truly a terrifying person, but before I knew it, my body reacted first.
“Ah, no….”
I rushed in and grabbed Kang Yeol-jin’s thick wrist. I slapped the back of his hand hard.
Finally, the kitchen knife clattered loudly as it fell to the floor. In that moment, Kang Yeol-jin quickly pulled me aside.
He seemed more worried that the knife, now stained with blood, might cut my ankle. Even though it felt like my throat was about to be slit, he was anxiously looking at my feet—my feet that were completely white, without a single drop of blood. Hah, hah. My breaths came out in quick gasps, failing to return to their original rhythm.
“…….”
Kang Yeol-jin’s eyes approach me. Every time I see them, I think about how dog-like they are.
Although he has the appearance of a mature man in his thirties, those eyes make him look like a young man in his twenties, full of youthful vigor.
Looking into those eyes, I feel as if I’m transported back to the day he first came to our house.
Those terrifying eyes that looked only at me, unfazed by anything in the grand mansion around us.
With those eyes, he gazes at me as if longing for something intensely.
“Please.”
Please recognize me.
I mutter this in my mind. Of course, I gave him no answer. I returned no response at all.
Kang Yeol-jin, who had collapsed at my thigh, begging like he was praying, slowly rises. His large hand swiftly throws the knife into the trash can.
I stared at that large back as it left, looking so pitiful. When the world fell silent again and no sound could be heard…
“…….”
I secretly retrieved the kitchen knife from the trash can.
Then, carefully, I entered the room and hid the knife under the bed.
