Adagio |Risk Of Life|
The adagio 08

Hyuji had thought the place John discussed throughout their trip was a nice restaurant with many visitors who also looked clean and comfortable.

In fact, now that he and John are sitting face to face in a shop with a transparent cover, there are many visitors, but Hyuji is not used to eating in a roadside shop like this.

John also ordered a large serving of spicy chicken feet with three bottles of soju.

He saw John was very excited to wear plastic gloves on the white and large soles. While Hyuji, just hold his shoulder so as not to shudder—jijik.

"Wait for what else? Let's put your gloves on and we'll eat ay—'s leg"

"John! I can't eat in a place like this!" suhut Hyuji was quick with an amused expression and I don't know what he was thinking about the cleanliness of the food.

John frowned, his countenance full of questions. He also saw Hyuji's sitting position look uncomfortable. "So, don't judge anything by its appearance!" John grabs a boneless chicken leg, then directs Hyuji's gaunt. "Open your mouth! A'. "pinta John prepared to give a bite to Hyuji. But Hyuji pulled his back, away.

"Try sesap! It's delicious Hyu! You won't die just from eating roadside food like this! Comeing! Open mouth!"

John continues to insist, until Hyuji finally opens his mouth and accepts John's bribe while cursing. Then slowly chew, trying to adjust the taste in his mouth. But a moment later, Hyuji opened his eyes wide as he felt a different taste in his mouth.

"How's it?"

"Not bad!" hyuji answered briefly while putting on plastic gloves and went back to devouring the spicy chicken legs that he had been trying to refuse. John smiled happily to see Hyuji eating that devour.

A moment later, one bottle of soju was empty. The second bottle had already opened the lid, and Hyuji again downed the drink, forcing it through the esophagus. His face was slightly flushed on both sides of the cheek.

"If I say strangely later, don't be heard! Let's just say I'm crazy about alcohol!"

John just nodded, pouring it back into his own glass. In fact, John has a low tolerance level for alcoholic beverages, in other words he is more quickly affected and dazed. That's why he's limiting his drinks tonight. Afraid to cross the line and even trouble Hyuji.

"Then why? Let's just say the world is your own, and you're free to do anything!"

Hyuji smiled thinly, thinly because he felt ridiculous at the answer John gave. He never felt the freedom he meant. Getting off the track is not a Hyuji. Because, surely something will wait to re-melting his soul into the dark.

"It's not that easy, John! They won't let me get all that!"

Them?

Any more?

Who are they really?

All those questions seemed to be spinning around in John's head. Noticing Hyuji who seemed to be not joking, John fell silent, summarizing how the woman before him was blushing, in tears. Both of his sweets were dripping some clear liquid that he was trying to hide.

John is stagnant, he's just stunned to never see Hyuji like this.

"You know, the house is like hell to me!"

Ah, he started telling stories.

John lowered both his arms under the table. Looking forward to the next sentence Hyuji will say. I don't know why John is also agitated at this time.

"I think I want to get out of there! Either for a while, or forever!"

He's starting to be unconscious, isn't he?

"Sister and mama always treated me like—" Hyuji stopped saying that. Disconnected without further sentences, because suddenly he realized he did not have to say it.

Hyuji also lowered his arms under the table, trying to look up to see someone in front of him. John stared with a look of pity, and Hyuji did not like being pitied. He really doesn't like it when it looks sad.

"Ah, I started saying no-no! Forget that! Don't hear!" he said a moment later while wiping the tears that wet his cheeks.

Family issue?

John's mind never stops guessing when Hyuji reveals it under his consciousness. And that voice sounds sincere. She's distressed.

Quiescent.

The atmosphere turned silent, only the occasional huge sigh Hyuji exhaled and then downed the drink back in his glass. Occasionally Hyuji chokes, coughs and chokes. And he said he was crying because his throat hurt from choking. But John knows that's not the cause. So he just let Hyuji like that, hoping that the heavy burden he was carrying would slowly break.

Under the dim lighting of the night lights along the road to the house, Hyuji fell asleep on his back. The two arms of the woman were in freefall hanging in the air, her breath blowing regularly between the recesses of John's neck. Every now and then John stops to raise Hyuji in a comfortable position.

John takes Hyuji home, not knowing where to take him. John does not dare to be presumptuous by disturbing Hyuji's privacy by opening the contents of the bag and also the girl's wallet. About the deal, forget it. John had to give up the leftover money given by his mother some time ago to float for food and drink that not even he spent.

John smiled faintly, pausing for the sake of raising Hyuji back.

"He's not as heavy as I thought! But if it goes this far, I'm sure tomorrow my arm will hurt!" muttered John a little annoyed at not having money just to stop the taxi that drove them home. "Ah... If it ends like this, I've already rejected your invitation!"

Until finally, after passing through several alleys and steep climbs, John arrived in front of his house. Her burly arms painstakingly rang the bell and held the balance so that Hyuji would not fall.

"Why is your breath like that? You drink?" the mother asked, ready to explode and destroy the son if he dared to touch the alcoholic drink again.

"Please ma'am, just open the door! I almost fainted!"

"All right! Wait for me outside!" yelled annoyed at the mother.

And soon the gate opened. John can see the mother is ready with a broom handle in her hand.

"Mom can hit me later! After I put him down!"

John passed by the mother just like that, leaving the woman in shock at the side of the gate. The smell of alcohol smelled quite stinging, and with one jolt of the gate it closed back.Hardly once again, until John was shortened and Hyuji wriggled in equal shock. The mother approached John who was walking staggeringly, with a woman in a sling.

Arriving in a private room that even the mother could never enter, John placed Hyuji slowly on a small bed beside a window that had not even been closed. Raise the blanket to the chest, turn on the sleeping lights and intend to get out. But it stopped immediately because the mother was on the doorstep with both arms folded in front of the chest.

Ah, John felt a bad aura flashing around him. The mother will be angry. Alcohol, a woman—Ah, John ruined his rough mane with a frustrated shriveled face.

"Mom wants to talk to you!"

Damnit damnit! He's gonna die tonight—in John.

Slowly, John closed the door of his room and followed the mother in the middle room.

As if offered a question of life or death, John did not dare to look into the eyes of the mother who was sitting on the dining table chair, looking at him fiercely right in front of him.

"What do you want to ask!" john opened his voice.

"Who is that woman?"

"He's the owner of the flower shop I work at!"

"Store owner? Then how can you go home with such circumstances?"

"He said he bought me spicy chicken legs, but I ended up paying because he was drunk!"

"You know I don't like you drinking! Why not just refuse!"

"I don't feel good, ma'am, if I refuse I'm afraid of being fired!"

Reason. John was just bragging.

The mother could accept the reason. John was a little relieved, because his body did not receive a crushing blow from the handle of the broom.

"Originally you know, I don't have the money to stop the taxi! Then I took her home because I didn't know where she was!" his protest was upset with lips pursed forward.

"You can see that on his ID card, right?"

"That's not my right! I don't want to disturb his privacy!" john answered while massaging his shoulder which was starting to hurt and heavy.

"All right! Do not repeat this kind of event! It could be that now his parents are worried about—"

"No! No one will worry about it!"

The mother frowned, not understanding John's words. "What do you mean?"

"Long story! And the point is he's in trouble with his family!"

His mother's lips were tightly clenched when she heard John's reply to look at the tired face of the son who was squeaking.

"He's beautiful!"

John stopped his palm, which was busy massaging his aching shoulder, looking at the mother with both beads wide open.

"What do you mean by mother?"

"Nothing! I just saw that your boss is beautiful!"

"Ah, is that it...?"

"Be good tomorrow morning! I don't want to look bad in front of her!"

John shook his head in disbelief, accompanied by a distinctive smile that he had. The adorable bunny smile.

"Mom want me to have it?"[]