4. Smoking destruction
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“Two.” She said feeling some unwanted heat storming to her face. “But please give us a room with two beds if possible.”
“Not going well, between you and your mister?” The woman chuckled when she ignored the comment.
Definitely not going anyway well, especially as there will be six extra guests I definitely don’t need to check in, she thought.
The rest took a few minutes, fortunately, as Hyejeong was too tired to answer more silly questions.
“Dongwoo wake up we have a room, will rest before the next step of our journey.” Hyejeong shook the man’s arm opening the car a while later.
Cat like eyes glanced at her in a not so sober way.
“Are you still here?”
“After rescuing your life from a dozen of demons last night I would like to hear at lest a thank you.” Hissed Hyejeong slamming the backdoor shut.
Deep as only jealousy can be, fury was burning inside her, madness so strong she hasn’t experienced since university days.
A small layer of dust was lying on the furniture in the room with a single window over the car park, the highway, a petrol station and a nearest hill when Hyejeong entered.
The night has left a spooky trace, so she took one of the not so clean motel towels then closed herself in the bathroom to take a shower quickly.
The room door banged casing an unwanted twist in her insides when she was combining her brown hair in front of the mirror, a face of a young troubled woman was staring back at her.
The sounds of rambling in the room were dangerous, lighting up images in her mind, of that small shower cabin, Dongwoo’s dark torn hair in her fists, that freaking abs under her tongue, huge soft lips leaving red bruises on the edges of her shoulders... Stop, she yelled at himself splashing cold water over her face, drying it quickly before leaving the bathroom, slamming the door a little too sharp.
Dongwoo was lying on the bed in just freaking boxer shorts, a self made cigarette giving out a way too strange smell, between his lips. Like a cloud of poison he out-haled the smoke, his eyes became blurry as if he was bathing in a fairy tale.
“The bathroom is free.” Hissed Hyejeong walking to window opening it. “And I strongly hope you’ll ran out whatever thing you’re smoking soon.”
“Destruction. Call it destruction, as that whatever thing is unimaginable for you.” Hyejeong could picture the hideous smile on Dongwoo’s face so she was facing the man with her back.
“Why to cloud your mind like that?”
“If you can carry your sober mind... huh, you must be titan not flesh and bones, or...” Dongwoo’s tone became serious.
“Or what?” Hyejeong turned looking straight into that gloomy eyes.
Dongwoo just chuckled raising up, throwing the boxer shorts on the bed, ignoring the blushes that lit up Hyejeong’s face, when he just shamelessly walked to the bathroom leaving the door open.
Humid and hot, a rain caressed the valley, the day was falling slowly and Hyejeong was extra tired when she was nearing the motel from a walk around the village. Staying as far as possible form Dongwoo was the thing necessary for survival, yet they needed to set off before nightfall.
The lady behind the counter eyed her up and down with curiosity when she ignored taking the stairs back to the room. Dongwoo has put something on, fortunately, his gaze a bit more sober when he was sitting on the bed allowing Brenda to feed him crisps.
Useless again, thought Hyejeong sitting down at the desk taking the Forbidden Roll, feeling some tingling in her fingertips when she slowly spread it out.
Almost faded by time, a map of their country appeared, yet there were some spots listed on it she has never seen before.
“The stream of life.” He read under her breath using her finger to draw a line between it and a place called ‘Shaman’s nest’.”
“What is it?” Dongwoo didn’t raise up, but Halli, a green colored drone was flattering above Hyejeong’s head.
“A map leading to Pak Mountain, I hope.” Hyejeong sighed.
“What’s Pak Mountain?”
“A legendary mountain where the first ever tea bush has been growing.”
“Funny things you’re looking for.”
“It’s not really funny, I need to find Chebol Lee’s daughter and it looks as if she’s on her way to Pak Mountain.”
“How much has that guy paid you for that nonsense?”
“I... haven’t asked.”
“You haven’t asked?” Dongwoo shook his head with pity.
“But he has given me the Forbidden Roll and an access to all resources in the national library.”
“Yes, now I understand why that guy has chosen you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re the only person sick enough to risk your life for a few old books.”
Hyejeong closed her fists, she felt like slapped.
“Even if...”
“Red Obsession has showed me a footage from last night. Honestly, I’m out of here before nightfall.”
“That will not help, they will chase you anyway, come back over and over each night until you’ll find Pak Mountain or death.”
“I’d rather visit some specialist if I were you, you need your brain checked.” Dongwoo chuckled. “There’s nothing in this world technology and science can’t explain.”
“Would you bet for that?”
Hyejeong turned meeting Dongwoo’s stubborn eyes.
“I will not survive till sundown without your help.” Hyejeong felt heat on her face although she really hated to admit it.
“Why should I help you?”
“Because we have been frien...”
“Barely classmates.” Corrected Dongwoo with a smile.
“Whatever. I need your help, I don’t even have more bullets for that to defend myself.” Hyejeong took the revolver out lying it on the desk.
“Where have you found something like that, on a street sell with antiques?”
“I have bought it form a private collection on a black market in New York. It has been the weapon the assassin used to kill our last queen.”
Dongwoo’s eyes flickered, something indecipherable lit up in them.
“Let’s find that stupid kid.” He said getting up walking to the desk leaning over the map. “Where is this mountain?”
“No one knows.”
“No one knows. Really?”
“Prince Hyeong might remember, but we need to find him first, I only believe he has reincarnated as Chebol Lee’s daughter.”
Dongwoo just gave her the are you kidding me look.
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