Churu for the Angry Guide

9

Well, well, look at this guy.

Siwoo glared at Seojun, then grabbed the carelessly thrown mouse toy in his mouth and quickly hid under the table. The positive impression he had from watching the Baekya Guild interview was instantly reversed.

That guy is weird too.

He thought he was just a kind and gentle person, but now he seemed two-faced. The type Siwoo hated the most.

“Haa.”

Seojun stretched with a sigh and suddenly got up from the sofa.

Thinking he might try to harm him, Siwoo puffed up his fur and extended his claws. Regretting not grabbing the Churu, he bit down hard on the soft mouse toy.

Squeak― Of course, it was a toy that made noise when squeezed. Siwoo bit the squeaking toy while glaring fiercely.

Just try to touch my Churu.

He watched Seojun’s movements along with the red snack bag that had fallen to the floor. Fortunately, he didn’t come towards the table. He seemed uninterested in the Churu, walking past the red bag without a glance.

Still, Siwoo remained tense. Unlike the fool whose thoughts were transparent, this youngest’s actions were unpredictable.

He might act disinterested now, but suddenly approach to kick or curse at him. There were countless such malicious people.

Squeak―.

He hugged the mouse toy, reminiscing about old thoughts. Even worse than just bad people were those who pretended to be nice. They made you feel betrayed.

“Are you a mouse? Why are you squeaking?”

Seojun, unable to bear the squeaking sound anymore, glared under the table. He placed a small guiding machine on the sofa and trudged towards Siwoo. He’d probably just flop down on the sofa with it.

He’s definitely going to bully me.

Siwoo quickly fled to the wall. When Seojun crouched in front of the table and leaned down, Siwoo hissed roughly.

‘Get lost! Go away, you bastard!’

Seojun frowned with an annoyed expression and reached out his arm. Startled by the suddenly approaching large hand, Siwoo hissed even louder. The crushed mouse toy in his embrace let out a ‘Squeeeak―!’

“Just give me that. It’s noisy.”

‘Don’t be ridiculous, it’s mine!’

Siwoo hugged the mouse tightly like a comfort toy and made a threatening cry. He was irritated because the face that came to mind right now was that fool’s.

He hoped that guy would come quickly and get rid of this youngest. That jerk. If he was going to leave him alone, he shouldn’t have brought him in the first place.

Hisss!

As the large hand came close to his nose, his eyes squeezed shut. Siwoo curled up and buried his face in the mouse toy. Embarrassingly, his body trembled. Why was he scared of this young guy?

“…”

Seojun, who was about to snatch the toy, observed the cat quietly. He scanned the white, rice-cake-like body pressed tightly against the wall to avoid him, then withdrew his hand.

“What a nasty temper.”

Look who’s talking about himself.

Siwoo, angered, opened his eyes wide again and glared at the retreating legs. If he really tried to take the toy, Siwoo was ready to bite his hand hard. Without any mercy.

Squeak―.

He rested his chin on the mouse toy he was protecting with both hands. Siwoo wiggled his bottom while glaring at the back of Seojun’s head protruding over the sofa. He was ready to counterattack if any attack came.

Time passed like this.

As the minute hand on the wall clock moved, Siwoo’s tension subsided. He started to move slowly, glaring at the leisurely sprawled Seojun.

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

With each step, the mouse in his mouth made a sound. At first it was annoying, but now the sound gave him a strange sense of reassurance. With this noise, it seemed less likely to be easily taken away.

“Hey.”

A sharp voice pierced through to Siwoo, who was carefully changing his position.

“Stay still, will you?”

Seojun, with his eyes closed, was receiving machine guiding. Long wires connected to the small portable guiding machine were attached to his wrist and left chest.

“Either put down that mouse or stay put. Choose one.”

‘What’s he on about.’

Hmph, Siwoo snorted and walked out proudly, biting the toy even more firmly. Siwoo’s destination was where the red Churu had fallen.

He needed to grab the Churu quickly before someone else took it. Unable to use his mouth because of the toy, he extended his claws to pin down the end of the bag.

With the plastic caught in his claws, he dragged the heavy Churu bag towards the table. Watching this, Seojun let out a dry laugh.

Regardless, Siwoo glared fiercely at Seojun as he leisurely returned to his spot. Having secured the Churu, he finally felt a bit more at ease.

Beep.

A small mechanical sound broke the momentary silence in the guiding room. It was the notification that the guiding had ended.

Seojun removed the attached pads and put away the machine. The short guiding time suggested his wavelengths were stable.

By the way, they’ve brought in so many of those expensive machines.

Siwoo observed the guiding room while watching Seojun. One side of the spacious guiding room was packed with guiding machines. How much would all that cost?

They didn’t seem to be for general distribution, and all looked like they’d cost a fortune. Even the small machine that guy just used looked different from the cheap models Siwoo had seen before.

Well, of course they’d have good ones, being used by the Baekya Guild.

Although the Espers’ conditions all seemed pretty bad, the Baekya Guild was very famous. They wouldn’t lack money to acquire any machines.

“Hey, drink water.”

Seojun addressed Siwoo again, who was examining the machines with a displeased expression.

“Hurry. The hyungs will be back soon.”

He nodded towards the water bowl on the coffee table. His attitude was as half-hearted as when he threw the toy.

Siwoo glared at him and then turned his head away sharply.

He had no intention of drinking water in the first place, and he especially didn’t want to drink anything this guy offered.

Seojun sat heavily on the coffee table and stared directly at the cat. He glared briefly at the white face that showed no intention of drinking water.

At the sound of someone gulping water, Siwoo perked up his ears and looked at him.

‘W-what is he doing…’

Seojun was drinking the water directly from the bowl. While staring at Siwoo with his shining golden eyes.

Even after putting down the empty bowl on the table, he didn’t take his eyes off Siwoo.

“Hey.”

He wiped his wet lips with his thumb and nodded towards Siwoo.

“Is that tasty?”

His languid gaze fell on the red bag Siwoo was lying on. He might have been looking at the mouse toy still in Siwoo’s mouth.

Whatever he was referring to, he just looked completely crazy.

Siwoo’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his fur standing on end. And at that moment, the door of the guiding room burst open.

‘Wow, he’s here!’

The moment he sensed the presence, his body moved first. Without even thinking to grab the toy and Churu, he rushed towards the fool.

Meooow―!

With incredible jumping power, he leaped and tightly hugged the fool’s face. He didn’t particularly intend to jump at the face, but his body moved on its own.

‘Are you kidding?! Why are you only coming now―!’

Feeling slightly embarrassed, he cried out even louder, making a fuss. He was angry at the fool who had irresponsibly brought him to this unfamiliar place and then left. Moreover, he was even more upset that he came back empty-handed.

‘It’s not like you went to get food! You jerk!’

While Siwoo was venting his anger, Geonho stood frozen for a moment, feeling the soft belly against his face. He was so moved by the cat’s enthusiastic welcome that he forgot to react.

“Wow, cats can jump really high.”

Seojun approached, waving the toy fishing rod, and spoke to Jihan. Jihan also nodded in agreement, looking intrigued.

“Nothing happened, right?”

Jihan, who had entered the guiding room first, asked Seojun. Seojun nodded with a gentle smile.

“We were playing well. The little one was quite well-behaved.”

“Well-behaved? That one?”

Jihan smirked, staring at the cat that was now tugging at Geonho’s hair. It had now grabbed his face and was kicking at it. It might kill him at this rate.

“Geonho, resist a little.”

Jihan said with a grin, unable to watch anymore. Despite his words, he seemed to be enjoying the spectacle of Geonho being beaten up by the cat.

“Did you miss me?”

Even while being thoroughly attacked, Geonho’s smile reached his ears.

Meooow―!

Siwoo was the only one who was angry.