The one with the kinky blond hair waved at them. “Hi! Can we have a picture then take you home later?”
"Pay five thousand won for each pax if you want a picture with him," Cheska said promptly.
"She said five thousand won," said the orange-haired one. His tone was a little dismayed.
Good. She knew they would be discouraged because she asked for a higher price. Per head. No one would be crazy enough to pay five thousand won just to take a picture of Carter no matter how handsome he was.
The blue-haired one’s eyes widened. “Five thousand won… only? Sure. We can even give you five thousand pesos, if you want.”
"It's a mere change compared to the amount we give to our boyfriends who were not even good-looking enough,” said the kinky-haired man and then every one of them took out money from their wallets.
Now, this was getting problematic. Carter’s mood doesn’t look good when she accepted the money. If he only knew she was also feeling guilty of what she was doing right now. And she was also very jealous because she just couldn't have him for herself.
Carter grinned at her when he took a picture with one of the gay men. Some of their poses were a little too seductive for her taste. He allowed them to touch his pecs and his chest. While she was very careful not to get too close to him because she didn’t want him to think she was doing it intentionally, these gay men were all freely sticking themselves against him.
Carter even stared at the one with pink hair. Then stroked the face of another one. The group was all having the best time of their lives. It was like a nightmare.
No! Enough of this! This isn’t right. We agreed on just taking pictures. Staring at each other and caressing faces were not part of the deal. Carter is mine. Just mine!
She had a sour smile on her lips when she returned the camera to the orange-hair gay man. He was disappointed to see the pictures she took. “Ay! Blurred! Repeat! Repeat! No good,” he complained and gave Cheska the camera once again.
She had no choice but to take their pictures again. “Hey, handsome. How about a kiss? One hundred thousand won,” the blue-haired one said, his lips pouting and aiming closer at Carter’s face.
“No! No kiss!” Cheska protested immediately and pulled Carter away from the group. How dare them got a kiss from him before her. She gave them back their camera and bowed. "Kamsahamnida."
"Two hundred thousand won," the kinky appealed.
She just gave them a strained smile and waved. "Bye!"
“Wow! That was two hundred thousand won,” Carter said as they exited Hanok Village and headed to the parking lot.
"I also have two hundred thousand won."
Carter just laughed. “You were trying to sell me earlier. What changed your mind?”
“It’s…” Cheska caught her words and turned to him. “I actually wanted to discourage them from taking pictures of you by charging them. I didn’t expect them to pay. I’m not trying to sell you. I am sorry. Are you mad?"
He took a deep breath. "You're not really going to sell me, are you?"
"Of course not." She handed him the accumulated money. “Here. That's really for you. Add that to pay for Park Gung. Don't refuse because you needed the money. Besides, you worked hard for it. You are the one who was harassed by those women and gay men.”
"Is this really for me?"
"Yes. Just don't be angry anymore.”
“I won’t let my pride get in the way for now. I need this. Thank you,” he said. Cheska breathed a sigh of relief when he smiled sweetly once again. "I really thought you will let one of them kiss me."
“No! They could only wish!” You are just mine.
"Where do you want to go?" Carter asked.
“In a place where there are no people. Is there any place like that around here?”
"I think I know one," he said and then they walked across the street. There she saw a beautiful traditional Korean house. "Is this enough for you?"
She looked around. “You’re right. There’s no one here. But are we allowed to be here?”
“Of course. Come. Let’s go inside,” he answered, leading the way. She was surprised to see couples sitting on the floor.
“Oh! We have a new couple. Come here. Come here,” said a blonde man with long hair and a beard. He was also wearing a hanbok robe but different from what Carter was wearing. He looked like a monk or a scholar, only Caucasian. “Can we give these lovers a round of applause? Bakssu reul chora.” And the people clapped their hands.