Absolute Threshold

Absolute Threshold — Chapter 61. Pervert

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 2/3

“But Song Hayoung still thinks about you.”

She clung to him.

Her father had always told her not to ask questions. However, she chose not to follow her father’s wishes, so she opened a coffee shop. This time at least she had her own will. That meant her father wasn’t the one who made the final decision.

“Do you know about kinship?”

“Huh?”

“Yes. The affinity between close people.”

“…I think it’s a different feeling, but you won’t believe me.”

She realized it was futile to argue with this man.

“Youngjin Industry is her father’s business?”

Jo Yami’s father’s company was called Youngjin Industry.

“Yami won’t be harmed too, right?”

He frowned.

“Why do you think that?”

“Because she harassed me for a long time.”

“Isn’t it absurd that you believe that?”

But his smile looked like he wanted to punch someone.

“Why do you think I’ll retaliate just because she harassed you?”

“……”

“I’m not a person who would hurt someone.”

“I hate you.”

Cheolju had said that this man didn’t smile often. And when she met him for the first time, his smile appeared more like a sneer.

Jung Yoongyo took an unexpected telephone call, indifferent to Jumi’s presence. He appeared to be referring to the time she was pursued, but she could only speculate.

Then Jumi remembered what she had bought at the pharmacy.

“Are you planning to take a bath?”

“Why?”

She was hesitant to give the ointment to him. She couldn’t ignore his wound. Should she mention that she obtained it accidentally? She was uncertain if he would trust her.

“Do you want to take a bath with me?”

“No.”

“You’re very resolute.”

She wanted to give him the ointment, but Yoongyo broke through her confused thoughts.

“I need to pee, do you want to accompany me to the bathroom?”

“You’re such a pervert.”

“I’m struggling to remove my pants due to an injury.”

She had a bad feeling. She attempted to decline, but he pulled her along by the hand. He requested her help in removing his pants, then grabbed a cigarette, struggling to light it.

“If I wet my underwear, will you take responsibility? Hurry up. I feel like I’m about to burst.”