Sentimental Shower

#015

Even when it rained, it only became humid without the temperature dropping. Mr. Yoo quietly got off the bed.

He went into the room attached to the back of the hospital, but the activity didn’t continue. Yeon Tae-soo sat on one side of the narrow bed as if it were his own home, then lay down horizontally.

He was curious why Yeon Tae-soo didn’t touch him more, or rather, why he didn’t engage in full sexual intercourse, but he didn’t have the courage to ask out loud.

‘Could it be that he’s concerned about how shocked I was when I saw his dick?’

He did overreact earlier… But he wasn’t sure yet if Yeon Tae-soo was the type of person to care about his fears.

The room was very cramped with two people. It felt even more suffocating than usual because of Yeon Tae-soo’s large build. He reached out and opened the window wide.

The small window in the room was high up, almost attached to the ceiling, but it was impossible to see the sky. The building across was too tall.

Raindrops on the electric wires reflected the various colors of neon signs that flowed into the alley. It looked like small light bulbs were hanging and falling.

While watching the fall of light, Mr. Yoo tidied his clothes. His body still felt stiff. Do humans normally feel this kind of muscle soreness after the act? Or was it due to lack of exercise? In fact, they hadn’t even had proper sex, just touched dick.

“Old Man Chang seems to be involved in something big. I think they’ll keep coming for him until he dies,” Yeon Tae-soo said while lighting a cigarette. His tone was casual, but the content was not ordinary, so Mr. Yoo turned to look at him sitting beside him.

“What do you mean by something big?”

“That’s a bit difficult to explain…”

As he exhaled a long stream of smoke, it scattered in front of his blue prosthetic eye. The neon light flowing through the small window repeatedly painted and erased faint but colorful stains on Yeon Tae-soo’s face.

“You should be careful too. There will be people coming to look for the old man.”

“…I understand.”

“How about staying at Eden for a while?”

Wondering if it was a pick-up line, he stared blankly, but Yeon Tae-soo’s face was quite serious. He was sincere. He would protect him.

Mr. Yoo took a breath. It felt like Yeon Tae-soo’s scent had already permeated this room. Strangely, it didn’t feel unpleasant.

He is the most powerful figure in Haeya-dong. And Mr. Yoo himself could be killed by android hunters at any time.

It was certain that he wasn’t just a common thug. He definitely had more power than the low-quality guys roaming the streets.

If there was someone who could protect him most perfectly right now, it would be Yeon Tae-soo.

As long as his android identity wasn’t discovered, that is.

“May I impose on you for a few days?”

The sound of rain filled the silence with its pitter-patter. Yeon Tae-soo twisted his lips into a smile. The incoming light briefly colored his blue prosthetic eye in various hues.

***

Mr. Yoo stayed in the VIP room on the highest floor of Eden. It was excessively luxurious and spacious for one person to stay in.

“Please follow me.”

As soon as they got off the elevator, a man walked across the spacious living room that unfolded before them. Following him, a bedroom about three times the size of the entire Byeolbyeol Animal Hospital appeared.

“If you need anything, you can order it through this tablet.”

The burly man, clearly one of Yeon Tae-soo’s subordinates, turned around after saying that. Yeon Tae-soo, saying he had urgent business, had parted ways at the entrance, leaving this man to guide him.

Mr. Yoo guessed what he would have to give in return for Yeon Tae-soo’s protection. Naturally, it would be this body.

Humans value their own bodies highly. Even if not just because of pain, they seemed to believe that their dignity was damaged if others touched them carelessly.

Mr. Yoo believed that since he wasn’t human, this body had no dignity.

Yet why did he dislike it when people like Dr. Kim touched him?

Yet why did he allow Yeon Tae-soo to touch him? No, why did he even want it?

Was it because of his fairly handsome face? It was hard to believe he had allowed his body to be touched just because of a face. But he couldn’t think of any other reason.

Anyway, now that he had accepted his help, he was prepared to accept whatever Yeon Tae-soo did, whether touching his dick or spreading his legs.

Left alone, Mr. Yoo looked around the luxurious room. He had expected tacky gold decorations, but surprisingly, the room was neat.

With quite modern interior design, there was a white bed with modest decorations, clean bedside tables, and a plain black rug. Even the wallpaper had a faint herringbone pattern.

Since he wasn’t told not to leave, he took the elevator down to the lower floors. Unlike the room he was staying in, the interior of Eden was flashy. As a gambling den, the flashiness was expected. They had to dazzle people’s eyes.

Gamblers spend money at Eden and buy fantasies. Especially on the upper floors, many of those playing simple games like Go-Stop were high-ranking officials. Officers with stars on their shoulders or those who held positions in the government and commanded people.

These people didn’t come to Eden to gamble. Eden was their social gathering place. Mr. Yoo couldn’t enter the rooms where they were. When the burly men blocked his way with troubled expressions, Mr. Yoo tactfully turned back.

‘What on earth was his past job for such people to always be overflowing here…’

Generals with stars wouldn’t come to a gambling den to see a local gangster. They came to show their faces frequently because they were close to Yeon Tae-soo.

Perhaps because of this, Eden’s decorations, while seemingly vulgar at first glance, were actually quite high-class ornaments arranged in a regular pattern when examined closely.

Although Yeon Tae-soo described himself as vulgar, anyone who had studied art even a little wouldn’t dare say so.

Mr. Yoo didn’t think that he, an android, understood art.

It was just included in his brain. From the time he was first manufactured, all sorts of knowledge related to art had been learned in his brain.

Especially regarding music, the amount of information in his memory was greater than that of most professors.

But because he was an android, he couldn’t create art. Likewise, he couldn’t understand it. He could only imitate. At least, that’s what humans said.

As he was about to go back after looking around Eden, his feet just wouldn’t move. The act of entering the room felt like entrusting himself completely to Yeon Tae-soo, which made it even harder.

Thinking that the burly men would block him anyway from places he shouldn’t enter, he wandered freely around various parts of Eden.

Befitting its grandeur, Eden was very spacious. It seemed impossible to see everything in just one day.

Giving up on exploring every nook and cranny, he was considering going back when a room with a closed door caught his eye.

Since there were no burly men guarding it, Mr. Yoo quietly slipped inside alone.

The room, decorated like a small gallery, was about the size of Byeolbyeol Animal Hospital. There was a white pillar in the center, and the floor was decorated with gold leaf and turquoise, but it wasn’t as flashy as the outside.

What stood out was the large window on one side of the room. It was the first window he had seen in Eden.

And there was one more thing that caught his eye. A grand piano occupying the center of the room.

‘They have everything here.’

A grand piano in a gambling den. However, the white grand piano fit quite well in this room.

Mr. Yoo quietly looked at the piano, then approached and sat on the bench. When he opened the lid over the keys, the characteristic smell of ebony wood wafted out.

He recalled one of the countless pieces stored in his memory. Simultaneously, his hands began to move.

Before he could even be conscious of it, Mr. Yoo’s hands quickly swept over the keys. The crisp sound emitted by the piano filled the small gallery.

Although it had been years since he last touched a piano, there was no awkwardness. There couldn’t be. This body was made for this purpose.

His lips parting was also almost instinctive. To be precise, not instinct, but the result of learning.

Mr. Yoo’s voice filled the space. Unlike his dry baritone when speaking, it was a passionate voice. It was his own voice that he had forgotten for a while.

A song full of pathos filled the space. The flowing scales were more precise than a machine, and the emotion carried in the scales was more sorrowful than any human’s.

Mr. Yoo had never once thought that he understood art, but he knew how “beautifully” this music produced by his body would sound.

He liked that no other miscellaneous information intruded while he wove human-made melodies with his fingers and lips. It was as if even that information was holding its breath.

“Oh? Are you new?”

The performance stopped abruptly at the sudden voice. Mr. Yoo took his hands off the keys and turned around. A tall, handsome man was smiling at him.