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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: A Deliberate Distraction
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After staring at her phone for a long while, Rae-young glanced to the side.
A private ondol room at the Veterans' Hospital. It was a place Team K frequented.
Rae-young had vehemently refused, but both Seon-ju and Hyeon-deok insisted on admitting her. It was probably Kwon Wook's doing.
Since Rae-young had no guardian, the members of Team K took turns watching over her private room. Bok-hee, who had been there since morning, was lying on the ondol floor, watching TV.
“Hey, Kim Seong-bok.”
“Ah, damn it, don’t call me that!”
Bok-hee, who had been lying down, shot up and snapped.
Rae-young, however, didn’t so much as bat an eyelash as she shoved her phone in his face.
“What’s the occasion? You actually posted a picture of Kwon Wook.”
“Oh, that.”
Bok-hee nonchalantly picked his nose.
Ugh, gross. Rae-young scowled.
“Wook-hyung suddenly sent me a picture this morning. Told me to post it on social media if I was bored.”
“Kwon Wook did?”
“Yeah, funny, right? He’s surprisingly into managing his own fans.”
Rae-young narrowed her eyes.
The moment Kwon Wook’s picture was posted, the Team K message board was flooded with talk about him. You couldn’t find a single mention of the Eonyang incident, no matter how hard you looked.
“Do you know where Kwon Wook is right now?”
“How would I know? Didn’t he pull an all-nighter at the Ulsan District Office yesterday? Whoa, but Ha-ra-noona was freaking awesome.”
Bok-hee suddenly grew excited and started chattering about Ha-ra.
“I’m so jealous. I wish I were a Close-Combat type instead of a Production type.”
“What’s so great about being a Close-Combat type? Are you saying that after seeing the state I’m in?”
“You’re not really a Combat type, Noona. Technically… a Transportation type?”
“You too? Treating me like a courier service.”
Bok-hee giggled at Rae-young’s words.
Rae-young's online nickname was ‘The Courier,’ earned for her ability to teleport not just herself but others too, as long as her mana permitted and the destination was a place she knew.
“I do sometimes think it must be convenient for you to do direct trades from online flea markets, Noona.”
“That’s just the kind of thing you would think.”
Rae-young pushed Bok-hee’s forehead with the tip of her toe. Bok-hee grumbled in annoyance, but Rae-young was already lost in another thought.
What she had seen yesterday was Kwon Wook letting a werewolf go.
That in itself wasn’t so strange. Rae-young, unintentionally, had a rough grasp of Kwon Wook’s personality.
Kwon Wook was more ruthless and cold than people knew. Then again, most S-Class were like that. It was only natural, given they were constantly expected to show the kind of leadership that could assess a situation and make the tough calls when lives were on the line.
But yesterday had been truly strange. Rae-young thought for a moment about how Kwon Wook’s hands had been trembling, then shook her head.
It’s not the first time that bastard’s acted strange. Whatever.
