Translator: vivi and death from dummytranslations
Editor: Sammy
Chapter 4: A million dollar underwear?
If it were anyone else, Hunter perhaps would’ve already spun around from the awkwardness or thought of a way to apologise. However, right now, he wasn’t thinking in this direction at all.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he turned around and laughed, “I was only trying to console that girl who was crying over not being able to buy your sweaty sh...ah, I mean T-shirt.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Winston’s voice was much gentler than he’d imagined, as soft as the curve of his lips. Hunter suddenly realised that...the other was smiling. Although his smile was very shallow, it still resembled a proud flower that was finally released after being frozen inside a crystal ball, blossoming slowly...
“Then, do you know why people think you’re a waiter?”
“W-Why?”
Hunter didn’t expect the other would strike up a conversation with him. The topic that he tossed out was actually quite interesting as well.
“Because you’re like a child.”
That shallow smile of his was becoming more and more distinct in front of Hunter’s flickering gaze. He had never seen Winston’s smile and was sure that all the press present hadn’t either.
Hunter couldn’t tell whether the other man was teasing him or mocking him.
“So, you should definitely brush your bangs back to make yourself look more mature. This way, you won’t seem like a college student at a part-time job.”
Hunter stared at him. Somehow, every word from Winston seemed to make sense.
At that moment, a waiter walked over holding a tray of mineral water and juice.
Winston reached out and handed a cup of juice to Hunter, taking a glass of mineral water for himself as well.
Not red wine, nor champagne, but rather juice...Winston was definitely making fun of his childishness - how did he know that he wasn’t at the legal age to drink alcohol?
Wait a second...why would Winston even pay attention to his age? Or did he simply assume that Hunter was quite young?
Just as Hunter was thinking about it, Winston dipped his fingers into his glass of water. He then pushed through Hunter’s bangs, combing them upwards and revealing his forehead.
The pads of his fingertips gently pressed into his scalp. Originally wanting to step back, Hunter involuntarily froze in his tracks.
“Change into another suit. The waistline of this one doesn’t fit as well.”
Lifting his gaze, Hunter was met with Winston’s slightly tilted face as he helped him fix his hair.
He was extremely focused.
Hunter didn’t know whether or not it was because Winston had such nice eyelashes, but a false sense of romantic intimacy arose within him.
“Thank you...we...we’ve only spoken once before, in the bathroom during the championships in Spain, right?”
Why did it feel as if Winston was very familiar with him?
But the other simply gazed at him silently.
Hunter was infinitely more perplexed.
At this moment, the auctioneer’s voice rang out.
“Our next item is a bison baseball cap worn by the rookie from Marcus’s team, Evan Hunter, back in his middle school days! The bid starts at 500 dollars!”
Hunter twisted around in surprise, “That’s my baseball cap! I never said to put it up for auction!”
He looked at Marcus, using his eyes to ask him exactly what was going on. However, Marcus simply shook his head.
“That’s something my dad gifted me..." Hunter was reluctant, but what he minded more was the fact that Winston’s sweaty T-shirt could be sold for 5,000 dollars, whereas his baseball cap was only at a measly 500 dollars.
The point was...no one would want to buy it!
Perhaps some F1 fans present would be interested in things owned by a racer, but the problem was that after participating in three competitions, he hadn’t earned a single point; his items simply didn’t come close to the value of a collectable!
This was undoubtedly super embarrassing!
Hunter was in the midst of contemplating whether or not he should leave and pretend he didn’t exist.
Five seconds passed and no one placed a bid.
Hunter rolled his eyes at the sky. He definitely wasn’t going to pay to get his baseball cap back. Besides, his dad had left behind a great deal of useless things, this one cap wasn’t much.
“Five hundred!” Marcus was probably feeling apologetic, so he bid five hundred. Might as well donate.
“One thousand.” Winston’s voice came out from behind Hunter, and about half of the people in the hall had their sights set on him.
Everyone was astonished. No one expected Winston, who’d been quiet throughout the whole party, to suddenly be interested in a baseball cap.
“One thousand five hundred!” The ‘Great White Shark’ Ciel put out a bid.
Hunter looked over suspiciously.
“Two thousand,” Winston called out again.
He hadn’t been loud, but the whole hall suddenly quietened down.
“Two thousand five hundred!” The Great White Shark increased the price once more.
“Three thousand,” Winston continued.
Hunter suddenly felt like there was some sort of competition happening between Winston and the Great White Shark. Could it be that racing on the track wasn’t fulfilling enough so they had to compete in throwing away money?
This truly was mutual love and hate - their money was out of luck!
In his heart, a feeling of superiority welled up within Hunter. This meant that - Winston and Ciel were both tremendously childish!
Under the gazes of the countless guests that were jumping to conclusions, the ‘Great White Shark’ Ciel had raised the price of Hunter’s cap to over five thousand.
This made several others jump into the battle.
“Six thousand!”
“Seven thousand!”
Everyone had the same thought. For two F1 racers to outbid each other for an item, it must definitely be one of a kind!
“Maybe that cap was worn by some baseball star before?”
“It could be from a limited edition set?”
Hunter was speechless. If it was truly as you guys said, then this baseball cap wouldn’t be worth a measly five hundred dollars!
Very quickly, the price rose to seven thousand.
The ‘Great White Shark’, Ciel, threw a provocative look at Winston and laughed.
Even the host and many guests couldn’t help but look towards Winston.
However, his expression didn’t shift. He lifted his hand unhurriedly, “Ten thousand.”
His line of sight pierced over Hunter’s shoulders and met Ciel’s. Even if that gaze wasn’t directed at him, Hunter could clearly feel the crushing pressure in his eyes, warning Ciel.
20 seconds passed and no one raised the bid. Ciel turned around and smiled at Winston, as if to say: Fool, if you really like it, you can have it.
“Congratulations to Mr. Winston for winning the bid for this baseball cap! I’m sure everyone is curious about the significance behind this cap.”
Hunter was also nodding in his heart. That’s right! What’s so special about this baseball cap? Tell me, I’ll find ten more for you! You don’t need to pay ten thousand, just give me a hundred dollars, that’s enough!
“Because it belongs to Hunter,” Winston replied.
The gaze of every person at the scene simultaneously fell on him, as if riding on the same wave.
“Hunter? The owner of that baseball cap? What’s his relationship with Winston?”
“He… seems to have taken part in three competitions but has yet to win a single point. He’s ranked at the bottom!”
“But he’s a young racer. I heard there’s still another month before he turns 19… he looks pretty cute.”
Hunter very much wanted to cover his face. He’d never imagined that the day he’d be recognised by others wasn’t because of the F1 Championship but rather, because of a baseball cap.
”Are you crazy? Spending ten thousand dollars to buy a baseball cap?”
Winston walked past him unhurriedly and answered in a volume only he could hear, “If it was your underwear, I wouldn’t mind spending a million.”
Although he clearly couldn’t recognise the emotions behind that tone, a match seemed to have been lit in his heart, burning intensely.
“What…” Hunter stared at Winston’s retreating figure in confusion.
Marcus came and stood beside him, patting his shoulder. “Hey! I couldn’t tell that you actually knew Winston!”
“No… I don’t know him…”
“Then, why did he spend so much money on your baseball cap?”
“He has too much money.” Hunter looked at him like he was an idiot.
Did he have to ask such an obvious question?
As for Winston’s words just before he’d left, Hunter naturally treated it as a casual joke.
After all, the number of times they’d met could easily be counted on one hand. If Winston wasn’t mentally ill, then why would he want to buy his underwear with a million dollars?
However… it was probably not a misperception. Vann Winston seemed to be giving him a lot of attention?
Taking his time to ponder over this matter, Hunter felt that the longer he spent in this suit, the more uncomfortable he became.
After the banquet ended, Hunter left to enjoy the night breeze, driving home in his little jeep.
Tearing off his tie and tossing it aside, he finally unbuttoned the collar he’d been wanting gone all day.
No restraints, this is life!
Humming to the tune of lemon tree [1], Hunter could only enjoy three seconds of peace before he heard a loud bang. The car came to a stop and its hood seemed to be emitting smoke?
“Ah…” Hunter scratched his head and parked his car to the side. Opening up the front of his vehicle… even as a professional race car driver, he somehow felt this situation was beyong saving?
Should he call his insurance company?
“I love the world, the world loves me.” Hunter shook his head helplessly.
As he made the call, he accidentally discovered a chocolate flavoured lollipop which had been forgotten here since who knows when.
“Fine, I’m not that unlucky after all.” Tearing off the wrapper, he pinched it between his fingers as if holding a cigarette and grew happy once more.
From far away, a beam shone from a distanced car before it stopped beside him.
A red ferrari race car parked by the roadside. When the door opened, Hunter’s eyes fell on the pair of long and slender legs that had stretched out. Following that was a lean but powerful waistline.
The other person shut his door and approached him.
“What’s wrong?”
His voice was akin to a lotus floating along a river in the night, unlike the cold and distant tone he had during the charity banquet.
“Win...Winston…” Hunter instantly spat out the chocolate lollipop in his mouth. His appearance of using the lollipop as a cigarette… it seems he couldn’t look any worse than he already did.
“Your engine cylinder is empty.” Winston glanced at him.
“Ah… That’s right.” Hunter laughed, “I’m waiting for the insurance company.”
“Alright, then I’ll send you back later.”
“Huh?” Hunter thought he must’ve heard wrong.
However, Winston had already casually leaned against his jeep and begun scrolling through his phone, as if the ferrari on the other side of the road didn’t exist.
Those who didn’t know would assume that he and Winston were using the same car!
Don’t pose on my little jeep and make an advertisement out of it! This is my car, not yours!
Who can tell him what’s going on?
Holding his phone in his left hand and a chocolate lollipop in his right, Hunter enjoyed the night breeze.
“Chocolate lollipop, can I have it?”
Winston looked up from his phone and asked.
“Oh, sure… But I only have this one and I already bit it.” Hunter was somewhat flattered by the sudden attention.
“That's fine, thanks.”
Since he’d already said his thanks, Hunter could only walk over and hand the chocolate lollipop to him.
He’d thought that Winston would reach out and take it but who knew that he’d simply turn his head and lean forward.
Hunter could clearly see Winston’s slightly parted lips as well as his tongue that swept across the part of the lollipop that he’d bitten. His teeth seemed to graze Hunter’s fingers and with a soft crack, the lollipop was broken.
Sucking on the lollipop in his mouth, Winston continued scrolling through his phone while Hunter’s hand lingered in mid air.
In that moment, he suddenly recalled Winston’s smile that seemed to be directed only at him during the charity banquet as well as his words, “If it was your underwear, I wouldn’t mind spending a million.”
He trembled.
***
The author has something to say:
When frying eggs:
Hunter: You’re really willing to spend a million on my underwear?
Winston: Of course.
Hunter: Then I’ll go buy a whole box!
Winston: On the condition that I’m the one to take it off.
T/n: Yay.. an update. I'll continue this at a sporadic pace until we find a new translator for this series or I finish my on-going one ^_^
[1] Lemon Tree - Fools Garden
Editor: Sammy
Chapter 4: A million dollar underwear?
If it were anyone else, Hunter perhaps would’ve already spun around from the awkwardness or thought of a way to apologise. However, right now, he wasn’t thinking in this direction at all.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he turned around and laughed, “I was only trying to console that girl who was crying over not being able to buy your sweaty sh...ah, I mean T-shirt.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Winston’s voice was much gentler than he’d imagined, as soft as the curve of his lips. Hunter suddenly realised that...the other was smiling. Although his smile was very shallow, it still resembled a proud flower that was finally released after being frozen inside a crystal ball, blossoming slowly...
“Then, do you know why people think you’re a waiter?”
“W-Why?”
Hunter didn’t expect the other would strike up a conversation with him. The topic that he tossed out was actually quite interesting as well.
“Because you’re like a child.”
That shallow smile of his was becoming more and more distinct in front of Hunter’s flickering gaze. He had never seen Winston’s smile and was sure that all the press present hadn’t either.
Hunter couldn’t tell whether the other man was teasing him or mocking him.
“So, you should definitely brush your bangs back to make yourself look more mature. This way, you won’t seem like a college student at a part-time job.”
Hunter stared at him. Somehow, every word from Winston seemed to make sense.
At that moment, a waiter walked over holding a tray of mineral water and juice.
Winston reached out and handed a cup of juice to Hunter, taking a glass of mineral water for himself as well.
Not red wine, nor champagne, but rather juice...Winston was definitely making fun of his childishness - how did he know that he wasn’t at the legal age to drink alcohol?
Wait a second...why would Winston even pay attention to his age? Or did he simply assume that Hunter was quite young?
Just as Hunter was thinking about it, Winston dipped his fingers into his glass of water. He then pushed through Hunter’s bangs, combing them upwards and revealing his forehead.
The pads of his fingertips gently pressed into his scalp. Originally wanting to step back, Hunter involuntarily froze in his tracks.
“Change into another suit. The waistline of this one doesn’t fit as well.”
Lifting his gaze, Hunter was met with Winston’s slightly tilted face as he helped him fix his hair.
He was extremely focused.
Hunter didn’t know whether or not it was because Winston had such nice eyelashes, but a false sense of romantic intimacy arose within him.
“Thank you...we...we’ve only spoken once before, in the bathroom during the championships in Spain, right?”
Why did it feel as if Winston was very familiar with him?
But the other simply gazed at him silently.
Hunter was infinitely more perplexed.
At this moment, the auctioneer’s voice rang out.
“Our next item is a bison baseball cap worn by the rookie from Marcus’s team, Evan Hunter, back in his middle school days! The bid starts at 500 dollars!”
Hunter twisted around in surprise, “That’s my baseball cap! I never said to put it up for auction!”
He looked at Marcus, using his eyes to ask him exactly what was going on. However, Marcus simply shook his head.
“That’s something my dad gifted me..." Hunter was reluctant, but what he minded more was the fact that Winston’s sweaty T-shirt could be sold for 5,000 dollars, whereas his baseball cap was only at a measly 500 dollars.
The point was...no one would want to buy it!
Perhaps some F1 fans present would be interested in things owned by a racer, but the problem was that after participating in three competitions, he hadn’t earned a single point; his items simply didn’t come close to the value of a collectable!
This was undoubtedly super embarrassing!
Hunter was in the midst of contemplating whether or not he should leave and pretend he didn’t exist.
Five seconds passed and no one placed a bid.
Hunter rolled his eyes at the sky. He definitely wasn’t going to pay to get his baseball cap back. Besides, his dad had left behind a great deal of useless things, this one cap wasn’t much.
“Five hundred!” Marcus was probably feeling apologetic, so he bid five hundred. Might as well donate.
“One thousand.” Winston’s voice came out from behind Hunter, and about half of the people in the hall had their sights set on him.
Everyone was astonished. No one expected Winston, who’d been quiet throughout the whole party, to suddenly be interested in a baseball cap.
“One thousand five hundred!” The ‘Great White Shark’ Ciel put out a bid.
Hunter looked over suspiciously.
“Two thousand,” Winston called out again.
He hadn’t been loud, but the whole hall suddenly quietened down.
“Two thousand five hundred!” The Great White Shark increased the price once more.
“Three thousand,” Winston continued.
Hunter suddenly felt like there was some sort of competition happening between Winston and the Great White Shark. Could it be that racing on the track wasn’t fulfilling enough so they had to compete in throwing away money?
This truly was mutual love and hate - their money was out of luck!
In his heart, a feeling of superiority welled up within Hunter. This meant that - Winston and Ciel were both tremendously childish!
Under the gazes of the countless guests that were jumping to conclusions, the ‘Great White Shark’ Ciel had raised the price of Hunter’s cap to over five thousand.
This made several others jump into the battle.
“Six thousand!”
“Seven thousand!”
Everyone had the same thought. For two F1 racers to outbid each other for an item, it must definitely be one of a kind!
“Maybe that cap was worn by some baseball star before?”
“It could be from a limited edition set?”
Hunter was speechless. If it was truly as you guys said, then this baseball cap wouldn’t be worth a measly five hundred dollars!
Very quickly, the price rose to seven thousand.
The ‘Great White Shark’, Ciel, threw a provocative look at Winston and laughed.
Even the host and many guests couldn’t help but look towards Winston.
However, his expression didn’t shift. He lifted his hand unhurriedly, “Ten thousand.”
His line of sight pierced over Hunter’s shoulders and met Ciel’s. Even if that gaze wasn’t directed at him, Hunter could clearly feel the crushing pressure in his eyes, warning Ciel.
20 seconds passed and no one raised the bid. Ciel turned around and smiled at Winston, as if to say: Fool, if you really like it, you can have it.
“Congratulations to Mr. Winston for winning the bid for this baseball cap! I’m sure everyone is curious about the significance behind this cap.”
Hunter was also nodding in his heart. That’s right! What’s so special about this baseball cap? Tell me, I’ll find ten more for you! You don’t need to pay ten thousand, just give me a hundred dollars, that’s enough!
“Because it belongs to Hunter,” Winston replied.
The gaze of every person at the scene simultaneously fell on him, as if riding on the same wave.
“Hunter? The owner of that baseball cap? What’s his relationship with Winston?”
“He… seems to have taken part in three competitions but has yet to win a single point. He’s ranked at the bottom!”
“But he’s a young racer. I heard there’s still another month before he turns 19… he looks pretty cute.”
Hunter very much wanted to cover his face. He’d never imagined that the day he’d be recognised by others wasn’t because of the F1 Championship but rather, because of a baseball cap.
”Are you crazy? Spending ten thousand dollars to buy a baseball cap?”
Winston walked past him unhurriedly and answered in a volume only he could hear, “If it was your underwear, I wouldn’t mind spending a million.”
Although he clearly couldn’t recognise the emotions behind that tone, a match seemed to have been lit in his heart, burning intensely.
“What…” Hunter stared at Winston’s retreating figure in confusion.
Marcus came and stood beside him, patting his shoulder. “Hey! I couldn’t tell that you actually knew Winston!”
“No… I don’t know him…”
“Then, why did he spend so much money on your baseball cap?”
“He has too much money.” Hunter looked at him like he was an idiot.
Did he have to ask such an obvious question?
As for Winston’s words just before he’d left, Hunter naturally treated it as a casual joke.
After all, the number of times they’d met could easily be counted on one hand. If Winston wasn’t mentally ill, then why would he want to buy his underwear with a million dollars?
However… it was probably not a misperception. Vann Winston seemed to be giving him a lot of attention?
Taking his time to ponder over this matter, Hunter felt that the longer he spent in this suit, the more uncomfortable he became.
After the banquet ended, Hunter left to enjoy the night breeze, driving home in his little jeep.
Tearing off his tie and tossing it aside, he finally unbuttoned the collar he’d been wanting gone all day.
No restraints, this is life!
Humming to the tune of lemon tree [1], Hunter could only enjoy three seconds of peace before he heard a loud bang. The car came to a stop and its hood seemed to be emitting smoke?
“Ah…” Hunter scratched his head and parked his car to the side. Opening up the front of his vehicle… even as a professional race car driver, he somehow felt this situation was beyong saving?
Should he call his insurance company?
“I love the world, the world loves me.” Hunter shook his head helplessly.
As he made the call, he accidentally discovered a chocolate flavoured lollipop which had been forgotten here since who knows when.
“Fine, I’m not that unlucky after all.” Tearing off the wrapper, he pinched it between his fingers as if holding a cigarette and grew happy once more.
From far away, a beam shone from a distanced car before it stopped beside him.
A red ferrari race car parked by the roadside. When the door opened, Hunter’s eyes fell on the pair of long and slender legs that had stretched out. Following that was a lean but powerful waistline.
The other person shut his door and approached him.
“What’s wrong?”
His voice was akin to a lotus floating along a river in the night, unlike the cold and distant tone he had during the charity banquet.
“Win...Winston…” Hunter instantly spat out the chocolate lollipop in his mouth. His appearance of using the lollipop as a cigarette… it seems he couldn’t look any worse than he already did.
“Your engine cylinder is empty.” Winston glanced at him.
“Ah… That’s right.” Hunter laughed, “I’m waiting for the insurance company.”
“Alright, then I’ll send you back later.”
“Huh?” Hunter thought he must’ve heard wrong.
However, Winston had already casually leaned against his jeep and begun scrolling through his phone, as if the ferrari on the other side of the road didn’t exist.
Those who didn’t know would assume that he and Winston were using the same car!
Don’t pose on my little jeep and make an advertisement out of it! This is my car, not yours!
Who can tell him what’s going on?
Holding his phone in his left hand and a chocolate lollipop in his right, Hunter enjoyed the night breeze.
“Chocolate lollipop, can I have it?”
Winston looked up from his phone and asked.
“Oh, sure… But I only have this one and I already bit it.” Hunter was somewhat flattered by the sudden attention.
“That's fine, thanks.”
Since he’d already said his thanks, Hunter could only walk over and hand the chocolate lollipop to him.
He’d thought that Winston would reach out and take it but who knew that he’d simply turn his head and lean forward.
Hunter could clearly see Winston’s slightly parted lips as well as his tongue that swept across the part of the lollipop that he’d bitten. His teeth seemed to graze Hunter’s fingers and with a soft crack, the lollipop was broken.
Sucking on the lollipop in his mouth, Winston continued scrolling through his phone while Hunter’s hand lingered in mid air.
In that moment, he suddenly recalled Winston’s smile that seemed to be directed only at him during the charity banquet as well as his words, “If it was your underwear, I wouldn’t mind spending a million.”
He trembled.
***
The author has something to say:
When frying eggs:
Hunter: You’re really willing to spend a million on my underwear?
Winston: Of course.
Hunter: Then I’ll go buy a whole box!
Winston: On the condition that I’m the one to take it off.
T/n: Yay.. an update. I'll continue this at a sporadic pace until we find a new translator for this series or I finish my on-going one ^_^
[1] Lemon Tree - Fools Garden
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