Healer

When he came out, Giha was waiting in front of the cabin. Among the eunuchs gathered at the entrance of the yacht, the most brilliantly splendid mask stared at him. Cocaine’s cold eyes were filled with all sorts of dirty thoughts. During this time, everything was dry. Kang Giha scanned Yaba up and down to make sure there was nothing unusual. And then he tried to figure something more out.

“Since it’s the last time, did you sing with all your heart?”

He felt like a disembodied spirit. It was gloomy and dull.

“They didn’t even listen to my songs because they were rolling around disgustingly.”

Kang Giha cast contemptuous eyes at the customer beyond the cabin door. He raised his hand and tried to wrap it around Yaba’s shoulder. Yaba threw his hand off him with disgust.

“Don’t touch me. From now on, I will cut out the places your hand touches with a knife.”

“What nonsense are you saying again…”

“Try me if you wonder if this is nonsense or not.”

Kang Giha’s cheeks twitched as if his flesh had been cut. A hand raised in the air slowly descended. Maybe his Achilles heel was closer than he thought. Yaba passed him by and joined the eunuch singers.

After waking up from a brief daydream, a cruel reality ran with all its might. But he wouldn’t run away. He would face this world that is peeling off one layer at a time. He had plenty of antidepressants in his pocket. It was a night that was not strange even if he jumped naked into the cold water.

***

Cha Yiseok looked at the picture reflected on his monitor without moving. Eun Minwoo and Sung Haemin talked to each other. A DVD brought by the cat, a fluorescent photo cracked inside the monitor, and a chip embedded in it. The x-ray was not of him, but of his own head. He should have thought about what he had been saying for once. He should have been able to do it sooner before things got like this.

At that moment, an eyeball-piercing tinnitus pierced his eardrums. He bent his torso and supported his body against the window. His muscles twitched sharply, and tendons bulged in his temples. He knocked over the filming machine like a seizure, ripping off the monitor and throwing it at the cabin door. Over the smashed door, the row of people in the heat screamed. He overturned the sofa and swept the ornaments on the shelf with his arms. He pounded and smashed as much as he could until his vicious emotions were dulled.

“…?! Get a grip!!”

Someone grabbed him by the waist and pushed him against the wall. Han Sungjae froze pale while holding his collar. Beyond that, the faces that had been coloured in contemplation were engraved one by one. He lost his memory of why it was such a mess and why they had such facial expressions. There are still people who were passionate about sex in the midst of the chaos. The genitals and worn out orifices, the smell of fishy semen, the terrible odour of depravity, and the games that were so engrossed made him nauseous. Cha Yiseok twisted the corners of his lips.

“Everyone get out. The party is over.”

Tang…

Tang…

Taang…

The sound of the Zippo lighter flicking echoed through the room. The yacht cabins were all emptied, except for smashed bottles, the smell of marijuana, and condoms with semen in them.

Cha Yiseok stretched out on the sofa in the cabin, which had become a mess, and poured alcohol. As if a disembodied soul looked down on the scene, it was dull. In his bloody hands is the handkerchief that wrapped the DVD. He gently placed the handkerchief against his nose and sucked the smell of the guy down to his backbone. For a moment, he was sucked into unconsciousness and his vision was distorted.

Sleep well… Sleep well… Listening to the song, my beautiful jade-like child…

The butterflies dance…

A melancholy melody followed his nerves, entangled in cells and blood vessels. The tone that made one feel drowsy to the bottom and thirsty as they listened to it, that scraped away all reason and left only the desire for destruction… He lost his consciousness as if he had taken a lethal dose of a strong drug. By the time he got out of the reverberation of the sound, Cha Yiseok’s penis was clearly erect. The hand that flicked the lighter stopped abruptly. He drank the last drop of liquor and threw the bottle away.

Clang—!

The sunlight reflected off the scattered debris slashed the retina. Cha Yiseok grabbed the piece of glass with his hand. When the blood spilled, the dismantled thoughts put the pieces together. He picked up the phone. His fingers flicked across the screen, and the smell of blood spread.

After a few beeps, the other party picked up the phone. Cha Yiseok rested his head on the sofa.

“I’ve got something for you to find. A man in his early 20s, about 177 tall, skinny… The sooner the better. If I don’t solve it now, it seems like I’m going to go crazy.”

A cracked voice fell to the floor.

“Find it. A body fresh enough to stand up just by looking at it.”