Handsome Trash - 10
“This is your schedule through the weekend. There is an executive dinner the chairman is hosting on Saturday, and he wants you to be there.”
“Saturday?”
“It’s probably his last dinner. The chairman wants you to prioritize it over your other commitments.”
There isn’t much time left.
“What about the schedule for Friday?”
“On Friday, you are scheduled to meet with Ms. Joo Eunjae, the second daughter of the Donghwa Group.”
His heart was pounding and it felt unbearable.
He remembered his promise to Hyewon, and he definitely wanted to visit her on the weekend, but the doctor wasn’t sure how long his grandpa would live.
All he could do right now was hold out hope that he would be able to make it to her on Sunday.
*.*.*.*.*
The suncatcher hanging from the eaves of the tiled roof shimmered iridescently in the sunlight.
A winter wind blew into the room, cold and dry, but Hyewon had left the door open all day and stared out at it.
Her eyes held the swaying suncatcher, emptiness, longing, and a hint of sadness.
“It was a nasty first love.”
Her grandmother told her the story of her first love every day.
“My love for a rich man gave me big dreams.”
A love that transcended his status as a rich man.
The thrill and exhilaration in that moment was unquenchable.
“I believed that my love was noble and eternal.”
The voice of her grandmother, no longer in this world, drifted into her ears.
Hyewon immediately wrapped her arms around her stomach and closed her eyes.
The man’s face popped into her mind.
He was handsome with a well-groomed face.
When he first walked through the gate, his unrealistically handsome appearance took her breath away.
Every time she looked at his face, her heart skipped a beat. As if there was something with her, her heart canceled out the trashy words that spewed from his mouth.
After learning that he was actually the grandson of her grandmother’s cruel first love, Cha Woongyu, she felt a little dazed.
Perhaps the story of her grandmother’s first love had been so deeply embedded in her brain that she had unconsciously sought to repeat it. She couldn’t take her eyes off Eunhyuk, even to the point of thinking she, herself, was ridiculous.
She wanted to observe what kind of man the grandson of the great Woongyu would be.
Soonok, who prided herself on having the hardest and most tender first love in the world, said many things.
“A handsome man is worth his weight in gold.”
Her grandmother’s first love, Woongyu, had a lot to answer for.
Not only was he a man with great means, but he was also a man of character. There was a line of women who wanted him, and there were even unbelievable stories that he had other women in his life.
“I’ll tell you upfront, just in case you get the wrong idea. I’m not the kind of guy who goes around sticking his d*ck in just anyone.”
Hyewon suddenly remembered Eunhyuk’s innocent face as he told her to not misunderstand him.
She never misunderstood.
She knew for sure that Eunhyuk, who had nothing to lose, wouldn’t just f*ck anyone. However, she didn’t believe that he was a virgin.
Even if he was, he would just be another one of those guys with a handsome face.
She wondered what he was really like.
Was she curious about the rich bastard who she heard about enough from her grandmother to have a scab in her ear? Or was she curious about the lust-filled consolation from the spoiled brat?
What made her give herself away so easily…
No, maybe she was just desperate for someone to comfort her.
It was a paradox. Sex with Cha Eunhyuk filled her empty heart but yet left her lonely heart as well.
She couldn’t push him away.
She didn’t push him away.
She didn’t want to push him away.
Hyewon couldn’t deny that his promise to come back to her had given her false hope.
“Will he come back?”
What if he does?
One conflicting question after another filled her. Anxiety continued to wrap around Hyewon.
“Grandma, what am I going to do?”
If she were alive, she would slap Hyewon on the back and tell her to get a grip.
“Get a grip, girl.”
The voice of her grandmother, who wasn’t there anymore, kept urging her on.
She couldn’t stop thinking about the dreamlike nights she spent with Cha Eunhyuk.
No matter if she closed her eyes or opened them, she could still see Eunhyuk’s face.
He begged her to do it just one more time, and when she offered herself to him, he would tell her that there was nothing else like her in the world, leaving her in disbelief.
The first time they met one another, their bodies mingled.
Thinking of him made her lips curl up. Her whole body heated up when she remembered that obscene night.
It had been two days since he left, but her n*pples still ached from when he sucked them.
The kiss marks he left all over her body were fading, but she still felt sensitive wherever he touched her.
“… Saturday.”
Hye-won recognized the cell phone number Eunhyuk had scribbled on her timetable.
It was a number she had already memorized, having read it a thousand times since he left. Hyewon looked at it as if it were Cha Eunhyuk.
She didn’t study.
Her head was so full of Cha Eunhyuk that she couldn’t concentrate on her studies. She couldn’t see the words in the book anymore.
It was like that when Cha Eunhyuk was staring at her back.
The slow ticking of the clock’s second hand was annoying.
“I’ve never been so foolish in my life than when I trusted him.”
Her grandmother’s warning voice rang in her ears again, but Hyewon recalled Eunhyuk’s warm, tickling voice, clearly imprinted on her mind.
She waited for him but didn’t dare to follow him all the way to Seoul. She waited for Eunhyuk to return to her.
*.*.*.*.*
Unlike Hyewon, who could only endure the slow passage of time, Eunhyuk had been so busy that he didn’t know where the week had gone.
He’d been busy filling in the gaps left by his time with Hyewon.
On Friday night, he managed to carve out some personal time after attending a meeting arranged by Woongyu.
While his opponent came at him like her life depended on it, Eunhyuk treated her like a business partner, and as though he was only doing his grandfather’s work.
He kept his demeanor as businesslike as a company meeting.
If that slimy woman hadn’t clung to him until the very end, he would have had half an hour to spare.
He responded to his opponent’s ridiculous suggestion to go back to a hotel and try to find a room.
“If you’re just trying to find a way to kill time, don’t be so vulgar.”
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