Illusion Blind Date - Chapter 47

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#Episode 47

When Tae Moon asked in a cool voice, Ro Un turned toward the intoxicated Bom with a somewhat aggrieved expression and explained how things had come to this.
“Well, you see… he drank three whole 500-milliliter cans of beer by himself, and… that’s how it happened.”
“So you came out to buy beer because you were thirsty, and you happened to run into Bom at the Convenience Store by chance?”
“Yes. And Bom was already drunk before coming here. Just slightly.”
“Hic, brother? Wow, it’s brother. But what brings you here?”
Bom, recognizing Tae Moon only then, got to his feet and approached him.
“You’ll fall.”
Swaying, Bom somehow managed to reach close enough to look up at him with a radiant, carefree smile.
“Brother! Did you hear me singing?”
Tae Moon’s sharp eyes turned toward Ro Un.
“……This bastard can’t even sing right? You’re telling me he really only had three 500-milliliter cans?”
At Tae Moon’s sharp words, Ro Un’s pupils trembled uncontrollably.
“N-no, I mean yes. The empty cans are here too. One of them I drank.”
Ro Un’s face had gone pale, and he could only shuffle his feet.
“Ro Un.”
“Yes, Professor!”
“Clean up here and head on home. I’ll take Bom.”
“Ji Moon Ee was supposed to come. You don’t need to go out of your way, Professor.”
“Go.”
Ro Un glanced at Tae Moon’s expression, then hurriedly tidied up and left.
“Ro Un! Don’t leave me! Ro Un!”
Ro Un fled without a backward glance.
No matter how desperately Bom called, he wouldn’t return.
Tae Moon tilted his head slightly to the side and looked down at Bom with a wry expression.
He should have been resting at home, but instead here he was, all dressed up so prettily—where had he been?
Tae Moon pushed the question circling through his mind aside and decided to take Bom home.
“He’s really gone. Hah…….”
He caught Bom firmly as he tried to flop weakly back onto the table bench.
“Are you close with Ro Un?”
He asked, meeting Bom’s eyes directly.
Bom, unfocused, shook his head and spoke.
“It was a chance to get closer……. Hic, but he left…….”
As long as things didn’t get worse, that was something. In this state of intoxication.
“Han Bom.”
“Yes!”
“Can you walk?”
“Of course! I can walk just fine!”
Bom answered with a military salute. There was something off about him.
Tae Moon looked down at Bom with a wry expression, one hand shoved into his pants pocket.
“Han Bom, who did you meet this evening?”
Tae Moon asked bluntly.
“Huh? Ah, that’s a secret. Hehe.”
“What?”
“Hehe,……I should get home now.”
Bom turned away from Tae Moon and began walking while humming a song about shampoo fragrance.
Ha.
A short sigh escaped Tae Moon’s lips.
He followed behind Bom with both hands thrust into his pockets.
As the wind blew, Bom’s silken hair fluttered and danced.
The scent of flowers carried on the breeze along with the humming melody.
It was a fragrance he’d grown familiar with by now.
Tae Moon pulled out one hand and rubbed his tired eyes, letting out a bitter laugh.
He found himself craving cigarettes he’d quit long ago.
As Tae Moon gazed at Bom’s back with increasingly weary eyes, he suddenly realized that Bom wasn’t heading home—he was going somewhere else.
Ridiculous.
He quickly caught up with Bom, grabbed his shoulder, and stopped him in his tracks.
“Huh? …… Why?”
Bom’s eyes widened as she turned to face him.
“We have to head straight home, or we’ll miss it. We’re already going the wrong way.”
“You’re right.”
Bom glanced left and right, then smiled softly up at him.
Unlike him, silhouetted against the streetlamp, Bom’s face was bathed in its glow—beautiful.
Her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips filled his vision. Tae Moon exhaled sharply and withdrew his hand from his trouser pocket.
“I’m not drunk.”
He tucked the hair that had come loose in the breeze behind her ear.
The soft skin beneath his fingertips was warm.
“Professor.”
“That’s right. You’re not drunk.”
“I want to get drunk today. Will you stay with me?”
The request to stay with her sounded to him like an invitation to spend the night together.
But he also understood that what Bom really wanted was simply someone to drink with.
It was going to be a night that would drive him mad—painfully so.
“All right. I’ll stay with you. But I’ll need to prepare a needle.”
Any man who could stand in front of Bom without getting excited would be a eunuch.
“A needle? Why a needle?”
“The kids don’t need to know.”
Tae Moon wrapped an arm around Bom’s shoulders and began walking.
The shoulder tucked against his side was delicate.
Whatever had happened today, if Bom wanted to drink, he would let her.
“Are the kids home? That wouldn’t be good.”
‘Am I losing my mind? Have I already lost it?’
“No one’s there.”
“Ah, really? That’s a relief.”
“Why? Would it be a problem if they were?”
Bom nodded.
“I’d be embarrassed if I cried in front of them. Though I’m not saying I want to cry, exactly.”
“That’s fine. Do whatever you need to.”
Even among the boys, Bom always held the center and played the leader. But tonight, she wanted to set all of that down.
Everyone has a side of themselves they don’t want others to see.
Had she decided it was all right to show him that hidden side?
The thought touched something in him, and Tae Moon smiled softly.

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Bom stepped out onto the 3rd Floor Balcony and settled into the comfortable rattan chair.
After using the restroom, it seemed some of the alcohol had worn off.
Tae Moon would bring up the drinks and snacks from the 1st Floor Kitchen.
When she said she didn’t want anyone to hear her crying, he had suggested they drink out on the 3rd Floor Balcony.
It was her first time returning to the 3rd Floor since Tae Moon had arrived—familiar yet strange.
As she glanced around, the elevator doors slid open and Tae Moon emerged.
A tray held the drinks and snacks in his hands.
He set the tray down on the table as he stepped onto the balcony.
“Aren’t you cold? Should we go inside?”
“No, it’s refreshing.”
The cool air was perfect for clearing away the stuffy heat.
“Tell me if you get cold, and we’ll head in. Looks like the drink’s wearing off on you?”
“Yes, I think so.”
He sat down and studied her face intently.
“Drink.”
He handed her a glass.
“Thank you.”
It was a Crystal Glass—one she’d admired on display but had never actually used before.
The golden Whiskey sloshed gently inside.
“What’s your alcohol tolerance like?”
“To be honest, I’m not sure. Sometimes I think it’s weak, sometimes strong.”
“Is today the day we find out?”
He smiled softly and tossed out a joke.
Unlike her, who reeked of alcohol, a crisp cologne scent drifted from him.
Those kids wouldn’t even pretend to wash unless someone sang to them.
Was adulthood really this different?
Tae Moon, glass in hand like her, clinked his against hers in a kiss.
Ting—
A clear, bright sound rang out through the night air.
“It’s strong, so drink it slowly.”
Just as he said, the whiskey brought an intense burn the moment it passed her throat, triggering a cough.
As she coughed into her hand, Tae Moon chuckled softly and offered her fruit.
“Thank you.”
She felt the whiskey travel down her esophagus, slip past her stomach, and settle into her lower belly, leaving her skin tingling.
“Professor, don’t you find it strange that I’m the one asking to drink?”
Tae Moon lifted his gaze and smiled. His sharp eyes softened into curves, his entire expression becoming gentler.
Yet the wildness this man possessed didn’t fade away.
Beneath those gentle eyes, his dark pupils remained keenly observant.
“Strange isn’t the word—I’m curious what brought this on.”
His gaze locked onto hers with genuine curiosity, deep and searching.

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