Although hunting between werewolves was prohibited, Woo-jae was clearly ranked.
Each of his actions supported that.
So if he just took a step back as usual and adjusted his temper, it would be over...
But Won showed a different reaction than expected to Woojae's provocation.
He showed his sensitive temperament easily and confronted him with a hot temper.
When he was a minor, he was under surveillance disguised as management, and he encountered numerous werewolves within the center.
There was no threat from them under the control of the center for quite a long time, but I knew well that the higher the hierarchy, the more sensitive they were to rank.
It was natural for those who were born with the primitive nature of animals to have a survival of the fittest mentality.
Even if the center imposes sanctions, their habits have not completely disappeared.
Even then, I lived by suppressing my temper and killing my pride.
It was always a difficult task to hide emotions, but I had to endure and let it pass.
It was no different now, so why couldn't I easily suppress my temper when standing in front of Woo-jae?
I guess the reason why he could do that was because he had become more familiar with life outside the center during the 8 years he left the center than the 20 years he had lived there.
It was only later that I started to feel a headache.
Won suddenly stood up from his seat, pressing his index finger against his thumb.
He was a restless body in a space where there was no moment of silence, but he couldn't just go back like this.
With his hair twisted and his clothes covered in dirt, Won entered the tavern without caring about his condition.
He stepped on the stairs and went up.
Even if his legs, which had completely reversed the shock a while ago, were trembling, he couldn't stop now.
It was better than waiting for that day, which could be days or even longer, while his heart was pounding.
He went up to the second floor and returned to the empty drinking place where people had left here and there.
If there was something different, it was that he headed for Woo-jae's seat instead of his original seat.
Won snatched Woo-jae's glass and put it in his mouth without hesitation.
Woo-jae, who was talking to the girl sitting across from him, narrowed his eyes.
Thump.
Won loudly placed the empty glass on the table.
Only after alcohol entered did his mind calm down.
Won pulled up the corners of his mouth without hesitation.
"Why, drink more?"
"Uh, senior, where did you fall? Are you okay?"
Woo-jae didn't say anything, and only the voice of the girl with twisted tongue due to alcohol came after.
"I'm sorry, can you give me your seat?"
"What? Oh...yes. Senior, are you hurt?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Won finally brushed off his twisted hair.
Although it was a face I had never seen before, I smiled kindly as if I had known it from the beginning.
The owner of the seat stood up and went to another place.
Won, who took the vacant seat, picked up the remaining third of the soju bottle.
I found a highball glass on the table.
I poured all the remaining soju into two glasses.
It was a large amount to be called a sip.
I placed one glass in front of Woojae and picked up the remaining glass.
"Then drink this and leave. If it's not enough..."
I checked the remaining soju bottles on the table with my eyes.
"Well, it's a bar, so there shouldn't be a shortage of alcohol."
Won emptied the glass in his hand in one gulp.
Woojae, who had been watching Won's actions, let out a bitter laugh.
"It hits the spot."
Seeing Won pouring soju into the empty glass, Woo-jae emptied his glass.
The fact that the glass was being refilled so quickly after being emptied was quite absurd, so Woojae licked the flesh inside his cheek with his tongue.
The flesh that popped out near the corner of his mouth didn't hide the trace of his tongue.
A thick pink tongue could be seen between slightly parted lips.
Won refilled Woo-jae's glass and emptied another glass.
No one broke the tense mental battle between the two.
Because they continued to fill and empty their glasses without giving in, the empty bottles on the table multiplied exponentially.
"...a strong bastard."
Won also had a drinking capacity that was not inferior to anyone else, but it was the first time he had drunk such a large amount of alcohol at once.
When I counted the empty bottles, the two of us had already gone through more than seven bottles.
Won reluctantly emptied his glass, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused.
He was drunk.
It was because he had exceeded his drinking capacity and because the amount of alcohol he had been drinking back and forth since earlier was not small.
Won was so drunk that he could barely control his head, but Kwon Woo-jae, who had been sitting across from him and drinking together, showed no signs of being affected.
Woo-jae laughed mockingly, as if saying, "Is this all you can handle?"
Confirming that the soju bottle was empty, Woo-jae stood up from his seat.
Won's eyes followed Woo-jae's gaze upward.
"Come with me."
Woo-jae took a step forward through the narrow gap between the tables.
His voice was somewhat locked. Is this bastard drunk too?
Won nodded and stood up from his seat.
He was quite drunk, and his body swayed slightly.
Woo-jae grabbed Won's arm, but reflexively swung his arm to shake off Woo-jae's hand.
"Let go. I'm not drunk."
Won's steps passing by Woojae were unsteady.
With great effort, Won regained his balance and grabbed the railing, descending to the lower floor.
Woo-jae, who had been silently watching over Won, let out a sigh and followed behind him.
I don't know if my mind is clear or if Woo-jae is following me and walking ahead of me.
I walked into the building where the neon sign suddenly turned on, stretching my steps as if trampling on the pavement.
Woo-jae looked up and confirmed the building.
It was a motel in a secluded alley near the university.
"Just for a day."
Won pulled out a groaning voice.
The man sitting at the front desk spat out a bored voice.
"We don't have any rooms available. Only accommodations..."
"Not here."
Woojae, who followed behind, grabbed Won's shoulder.
The motel employee stared at Won and Woojae with a worried face.
Before Won could turn his head, Woo-jae grabbed his wrist.
"What's your plan now? Let's finish this quickly without dragging it out."
Won pulled his arm irritably.
Woo-jae, who didn't back down, went to the roadside and stopped a taxi.
He opened the back seat door and pushed Won inside as if squeezing him.
"Hey!"
While being pushed, Woo-jae raised his voice and climbed into the seat next to him.
"Go."
"What?"
"Let's do it."