Don’t Mess with the Puppy! - Vol.1 Chapter 2 Part 8
‘Why are you so late!’
The dog barked as soon as Yoon Chi-young returned.
With six members of the organization staring at him, Heeseong felt like his whole body was burning under their gazes. Even the slightest movement was met with the wolves’ eyes following him, making it impossible to wag his tail properly.
Yoon Chi-young strode over at the bark and gently picked up the ball of fur, cooing at him.
“Did you wait for me?”
The dog didn’t answer, just bared his teeth and looked away. It was his way of saying, “Don’t talk to me if you’re annoying.”
In any case, being watched by six wolves was better than being with Yoon Chi-young, but he didn’t like that logic at all. He didn’t want to admit that he had waited for Yoon Chi-young.
Thinking the dog was sulking, Yoon Chi-young cradled Heeseong in his arms and stroked him, coaxing him like a lover.
“I was wrong, okay? Just forgive me this once.”
“……”
“I’ll never leave your side again. Promise.”
‘Don’t act cute!’
If he had just left him alone, he would have simmered down on his own. But by teasing him with that handsome face, he pushed the dog to the limit. Heeseong snapped and barked at Yoon Chi-young as soon as he saw his hand.
“What are you saying? That I’m too good? You want to go home quickly?”
Yoon Chi-young asked Ji Young-bae, his canine subordinate, as he stroked the dog. He continued to let the dog bite his hand, but he always thought romantically. And Ji Young-bae always answered honestly.
“Yes, sir…. He’s saying, ‘You bastard.’”
“He’s so cute…. I see, let’s go home quickly and be alone.”
Ji Young-bae only understood half of what Heeseong said, but he always understood the swear words. That’s because there’s no dialect in swearing. It was a little less frustrating for Heeseong, but the problem was that Yoon Chi-young didn’t seem to be affected at all.
The tired dog became quiet as Yoon Chi-young got into the back seat of the car. He didn’t even want to see his face, so he buried his head in Yoon Chi-young’s firm abdomen and focused on his mission.
Yoon Chi-young stroked his head, which was as big as a potato, and asked.
“Do you like ramen?”
‘Do I like it?’
It was an out-of-the-blue question. Heeseong saw no point in answering and remained still.
He hated ramen. He had eaten it so many times at the casino that he was sick of it. That’s why Heeseong would rather have warm rice with soy sauce.
Even when ignored, Yoon Chi-young asked again, this time affectionately.
“Then how about grilled eel?”
“……”
Heeseong didn’t want to react. Really.
But then his white tail started to tremble, and soon the tip of his tail was wagging busily on Yoon Chi-young’s thigh. Yoon Chi-young burst out laughing at that honest reaction and lay down on the back seat with the dog in his arms. For the first time, Heeseong resented his own tail.
‘…I only like grilled eel. Only eel.’
The dog stubbornly thought and pressed his tail down with his front paw.
The first precious food he had ever eaten had melted Heeseong’s heart, if only a little. Maybe it was because it was food that someone had prepared just for him. It was the first time in his life.
Even so, Heeseong vowed not to let himself be swept away by the specialness, but the tail he held down with his front paw kept wagging like another creature.
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