Novels by rotteroos

They didn’t speak to each other. In the black car, the two of them still refused to unlock their lips to produce any words. It had been five minutes since they left Brielle Park’s residence, but they were still reluctant to leave the basement of the building. They were already in the car, but the painter had not yet started the engine. The sound of gasping breaths was heard. It was the only sound that filled the silence in the car. “Your friend is very strange,” René finally broke the silence that had been enveloping them for a few minutes. Alain turned to René and put on a guilty expression. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ve known her for a long time and know about her past, but I didn’t expect her to be like that.” René sighed again. He was wrong for being suspicious of the girl named Brielle Park. He thought the chubby-cheeked girl would be able to give him a clue, but he was wrong. He couldn’t judge people with the surname only. "What do y

The girl was certainly surprised to see who the two guests were. She reflexively covered his face with both hands. “Oh my! What are Alain Kim and Mr. Huang doing here? I look very bad right now! It's so embarrassing!” She squeaked loudly with a slightly hoarse voice. Seeing the adorable attitude, Alain chuckled as he stretched out his hand to keep Brielle’s hand away from her face. “We came to see you. Why are you hiding your face, huh?” He asked softly. “My face must be really ugly right now. I haven’t even showered yet. I'm so smelly!” Again, Alain chuckled as his hands ruffled Brielle’s messy hair. “I thought your face was the same as always.” And Brielle’s hands automatically beat Alain’s body because of the man’s words. They continued to immerse themselves in their worlds until finally, René cleared his throat to interrupt. The painter felt awkward to see their ‘intimate’ interaction. He could see their close relationship, and that made h

They waited until the class was empty before they finally interacted. There was nothing to hide, but the two subconsciously didn’t want the other students to notice their interaction. Maybe they didn’t want anyone to misunderstand and give another meaning to their interaction. Not many words were spoken when they interacted in the classroom. Without further ado, René immediately invited Alain to walk to his car, which was parked in the campus parking lot. They walked hand in hand, but there was still some distance between the two men. Apart from not wanting to cause misunderstandings, they also felt quite awkward because it was the first time the two of them walked normally like this―previously, René always dragged Alain when they were walking together. René used a Germany-manufactured sedan when he when to teach his students at the campus. The black car was parked neatly with a row of other lecturers’ cars. After unlocking the car, the painter immedi

Alain didn’t react at all, and he still blinked innocently in front of René. The latter patiently waited for a response and didn't say anything either.“You believe in the theory of reincarnation? You’re a very devoted Buddhist, aren’t you?”“It’s not about whether I’m a Buddhist or not, but It’s about my analysis of everything that happened.”René tried not to get angry at the student. He had come to a conclusion after a series of mysterious paintings in his sleep, and he had thought about it deeply too, but the student seemed to be taking it lightly.The painter slightly glared at the student, and the said student was frowning at him. If René could guess what was on the student's mind, then it seemed like the student was thinking hard right now.“Okay," Alain finally replied. "Let’s say the two of us are indeed reincarnations of them. Then, what else? Why

The painter didn’t lie when he said he would buy Alain a drink in the cafeteria. The painter’s steps stopped in the cafeteria, and Alain could heave a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the painter wasn’t kidnapping him again. The tall men were both standing in front of the vending machine in the cafeteria. “What do you want?” “Can I get a Sprite?” “Of course.” René obeyed Alain’s wish. He took a can of Sprite that had come out of the machine and handed it to the student. “You don’t drink?” Alain asked when he realized that René only bought a drink for him and didn’t buy himself a drink. Instead of answering, the painter immediately sat down on one of the cafeteria chairs. Inevitably, Alain also sat across from him. “I’m not thirsty right now,” the painter replied. “Drink first, and then we’ll talk.” Instead of opening his drink can, Alain put the can on the table, then looked at René probingly. “Why are you so eager

Last week, René only painted once in his sleep, which was when he painted a man who looked just like him. A different phenomenon than usual because he brought his painting equipment into the bedroom without realizing it when the sleepwalking symptoms hit him. After that, he wished he subconsciously would paint again, but nothing happened when he woke up in the morning. This morning was the same. He woke up in his bed, and no painting was produced. That meant, he didn’t get any additional clues today. Instead of getting a hint as an enlightener, his vision was getting bleaker. Perhaps his mental disorder was entering a void period, and he couldn’t do anything about it. No matter how much he wanted to reveal everything, he had no control over his subconscious. All those mysterious images come and go beyond the control of his brain and heart. If Damien’s assumption last night was correct that he and the man in the painting were two different people, then who exa