Healer - Chapter 13.2

cw: violence and gore (it’s pretty depressing honestly…)

Yaba went straight to the bathroom to get ready for work. There was no contact from Cha Yiseok today, and there was no movement from Cha Myunghwan. He had to do work at the store on days when he didn’t go to the villa. On the other hand, he glanced at Cocaine drying his hair. Was Cha Yiseok on his reservation list today? Most of the time, Cocaine alone was singing for the most part, but will it be the same today? He went into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and turned on the water. Ahhhhhh~ He practised vocalisation with the sound of water as accompaniment.

It was noisy outside when he got out of the shower. Cocaine and other eunuchs were all out in the living room with stiff faces, watching the four thugs roam the entire room.

“Are the eunuch bastards not coming out quickly?!”

The underlings knocked on the walls of each room with a wooden stick. Some broke into the young men’s rooms and took their clothes and overturned their belongings. They often inspected their belongings at random, but they didn’t even wield the wooden pieces like that. He had a bad feeling. Yaba hardened without even wiping the water from his face. His gaze instinctively turned to the desk.

“What other bastard has accessed the police site?! Boss went to the police station to be investigated! Phone, computer, all confiscated! Know that you fucking bastards are all going to be killed today! Shit!”

At the unexpected words, the young men exchanged glances and chattered. When one of the gangsters slammed Methadone on the shoulder, he collapsed and trembled. Hashish looked fiercely. The underling tapped Hashish’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“What are you looking at? Eunuch bastard. Didn’t I say that if you do nonsense like that, everyone will be killed? Why aren’t you cracking down on the kids?”

The thug drew closer to Hashish. Cocaine intervened.

“Everyone knows they are being monitored, who would do something so reckless? Are you sure one of us did it?”

“That’s why we were also getting our heads beaten, aren’t we? You seem to think that you can do anything just because the boss takes care of you, but shut up before I cut your thrush. We’re sensitive right now?!”

Cocaine maintained his dignity despite the contemptuous remarks.

“You just stay still.”

Hashish held Cocaine back. The thug looked at him and snickered.

“Are you two dating? Then again, it wouldn’t be surprising that the eunuchs are comforting amongst themselves. Who’s on top and who’s on the bottom? Yuck, you filthy bastards!”

The thug with a cut on his face pretended to vomit. Hashish twisted his lips. The rest of the singers clenched their fists and gritted their teeth, but they had no choice but to watch. There were a lot of numbers here, but from their size to the fists, the difference between the singers and the underlings was absurd. A thug with his chin hanging out slammed Hashish on the shoulder and made his way to the next room. This time it was Yaba’s room.

“Lunatic. Don’t be a fool and get out! Know that if you act up, you will not be able to walk around without a problem!”

He rummaged through his closet with a wooden pole and lifted the underside of his bed. Yaba gripped the towel until it was torn. All his nerves were directed to the space between the desks. His heart was beating wildly. Scissors stolen from the hairdresser were hidden between the mattresses so they could not be discovered. And he stopped breathing as the guy walked towards the desk. He opened the drawer, took out the book of poetry inside, and flipped the pages of the book.

“Looks like a collection of poems…”

“Don’t touch it!”

Yaba ran like lightning. He forgot to hide it beforehand. Cheques poured out of the book all at once. The eyeballs of the guy who checked the number of circles on them seemed to pop out.

“What is this? You bastard, where did you get this money?!”

“Give it to me!”

Yaba took the check and held it in his arms while he pushed Yaba and tried to take it back. The check ripped as they tussled fiercely. His kisses were messed up, wrinkled and torn.

Hot water hit his head. Yaba grabbed whatever he could get and swung it at him. The guy grabbed his head and screamed, but slammed Yaba’s head in the head with a hand close to his weapon. His eyes turned so white that he lost consciousness for a moment, and the skin of his head tingled.

The youth, including Cocaine, flocked and were terrified, but no one was willing to stop them. Then Cocaine ran and pulled the thug who was trampling on Yaba.

“Stop it!”

“Fuck off, eunuch bastard! Don’t think I’m going to let it slide today!”

Cocaine rolled across the bed at his kick. Hashish jumped in and supported Cocaine. As the thug picked up the torn check, Yaba ripped his hair out. The guy threw a skillful punch in Yaba’s face. At that moment of being entangled in a fierce physical fight, the half-open drawer completely fell out, revealing a black space. The secret place where the poison was kept… Yaba stopped all his movements. Blood seemed to pour down to the floor.

Torn checks floated in the air. His gaze collided with Cocaine’s. Cocaine, Cocaine, a beloved friend, and a despised friend just as much… Would he find out what’s hidden in that desk drawer right now… The thug’s fist rushed towards Yaba at a terrifying speed. But it stopped right in front of him.

“Fuck. You’d be dead if it weren’t for the boss.”

The prick grinded his teeth and took his fists away. It was then…

“You bastard! What is this?! Hey! Come here! hurry!”

Someone shouted. The thug withdrew his hand and jumped out.

“What are you trying to do…? ! Have you been hurt anywhere?”

Hashish patted Cocaine’s lips and fussed. Yaba took advantage of the chance and put the drawer that was lying on the floor in its place. The secret space disappeared. It was then that he felt relieved, and his leg was in pain, as if his bones had been broken.

“What is this, you bastard? Who said you can use a personal laptop?!”

The shout was heard in Morphine’s room. Morphine was terrified and knelt before the thugs around him. At his feet was a red laptop.

“I- It’s not really me!! I never reported to the police!”

“What a load of bullshit! Okay, now I know. This bastard, you’re in cahoots with Marijuana who escaped before, aren’t you?! ”

“No! I bought this because the shared computer was inconvenient! I really didn’t report it!!”

“You bastard! Who are you trying to deceive now?!”

The underlings kicked Morphine and swung their wooden sticks. Morphine became a rag in the blink of an eye.

“Knock it off! I said it’s not like that! You son of a bitch! ”

It happened in an instant. Hashish grabbed a chair and ran towards them. Starting with him, the young men also raised their belongings, and joined in all at once. A riot broke out in an instant. They thought there was a chance of winning unless there was Giha’s remote control. Although the thugs were bewildered by the attack of the youngsters, they swung their wooden sticks and turned the tide. The furniture was smashed and the door was smashed in a fierce fight. Blood splattered and the sound of broken bones rang out. The eunuchs fell one by one with their forged fists on the battlefield.

The thugs surrounded the instigator Hashish. As one of them slammed down with a stick, Hashish grabbed his shoulder and flew to the living room window. The window shattered with a loud noise. Hashish picked up a shard of glass with his blazing eyes and rushed forward. Climbing on top of the thug, he poured out his fists and stabbed a shard of glass in his neck.

“Sons of bitches! You all should be treated like pigs!”

“Ahhh… !”

Blood dripped from the thug’s neck. Even as his comrades swung a wooden stick at Hashish and pulled him off, he relentlessly shoved a piece of glass into him. As the thug beneath him vomited blood, one of the others took out a small remote control from his pocket. At that moment he turned on the power and pressed it with his finger…

The back of Methadone’s head, which was shaking on one side, was shattered. Dark red brain water and blood splashed on the walls and floors. Yaba shuddered with his eyes wide open. Some screamed and shouted, while others stopped breathing without even having time to cover their eyes. Hashish stood tall, pale.

“F- Fuck! Keu… Hashish that bastard… What number is he?!”

The thug who pressed the wrong remote control by mistake shouted with a dark face. Hashish let go of the piece of glass, startled. When the wrong person’s head exploded, the rest of the thugs also looked shocked. No one could have imagined that the underling was holding the remote control that Giha should have, and when they realised, the riot had quickly subsided. Some of the thugs gagged and ran to the bathroom.

Methadone’s, whose back head was blown away, limbs twitched on the floor. Blood spurted out quickly. Cocaine ran and hugged Methadone. And he sang a violent aria one after another. The miraculous voice that cracked, cracked, and mixed with crying was not as beautiful today. Even as he hit and shook Methadone with bloody songs did not bring his companion who had already crossed the river of death. Tears thicker than blood fell on Methadone’s blood-stained face.

“No! Urgh… heuk… !! N… o… !!”

Cocaine groaned, holding the cold corpse full. The floor was full of remnants of Methadone’s brain.