- Han Seoho
“Ah, fuck. That’s what I’m saying. This bastard with a dick the size of a rat’s keeps bragging about money so much. Hey, am I a bit too accommodating? Of course I played along. So today he finally wants to get matching Cartier watches. Couple watches.”
Han Seoho chatted on the phone with his best friend, whom he’d met in a runaway family at seventeen and who was now called Garbage Truck, nicknamed Shuseu. It was a nickname given to him for always picking trashy men to date, and it had evolved from Seusu to Shuseu because the pronunciation was difficult. He rather liked the name since people might mistake it for an abbreviation of “superstar.”
Recently, Han Seoho had been depressed because every guy he met just ate his money and left, but after a long time, he’d hooked a proper sugar daddy. And he was a rare sucker too.
“Wait, I’ve got diarrhea. Hanging up.”
As soon as he saw the name on his phone screen, he spat out, “Fuck.”
It was barely noon. The fact that he was calling at this hour meant something had displeased him.
Since most of the reasons Gwak Jun had been calling him recently were about the interview, he’d definitely either gotten an earful from his cousin about the applicant, or he was trying to find fault with the applicant.
“President! What’s the occasion?”
Han Seoho answered the phone with a bright face. His voice was also full of charm. It was an ingrained habit and his own survival method.
- Hey, you fucker. You’re not doing your job properly?
Cursing right off the bat.
“President, really. What could have made you so angry?”
He twitched his lips and glared at the phone, but his voice remained cheerful.
- You, that bastard, that thing—you knew he was impotent, didn’t you?
“Which bastard?”
- This fucker, really. Kim Jiwon. The guy whose dick got cut off!
Ah. Fuck. It was the day of the final interview.
Mine was scheduled for 3:30.
Since his own interview was a fake interview to deceive Kim Jiwon, he’d forgotten about it. Han Seoho, famous for his good memory, was relieved inwardly that he’d almost gotten into big trouble because he was distracted by luxury goods.
Anyway, that president bastard was really something. He must have seen Kim Jiwon for the first time only today after all this time. He meddled so much but missed what was actually important.
That’s why everyone hates him.
“Ah. That hyung? What about him?”
He asked innocently. He’d known from the beginning that his penis had been cut off, but he hadn’t checked whether he was impotent or not. There was no need to check in the first place.
- What about him? Are you fucking with me right now, you bastard?
He yelled so loudly it hurt his ears.
The fat, ugly, short bastard even had a terrible temper. And yet, just because he was born into a rich family, he lived according to his whims. The world’s really unfair, he grumbled inwardly.
- You just ran your mouth saying he gets hard well, but he didn’t get hard even once while shoving the dildo in, you fucker. You’re putting in a fucking cripple bastard like that as an applicant? You think I’m a joke? Huh?
Oh my, President.
Would you get hard if you were shoving a dildo in that bright room?
You even lack empathy, so you’re always pushed to the back.
He mocked him thoroughly inwardly.
“President, I really don’t understand why you’re so angry? Did the Chairman say something?”
- What?
“The Chairman’s opinion is what matters most in this.”
He emphasized the word “Chairman.” This interview wasn’t about whether the interviewee’s dick got hard or not. Even though he must know that, he was throwing this fit.
- You, you, you fucker.
Sure enough, he was fuming on the other end of the line.
“You know Kim Jiwon resembles the late Cha Yeonse a lot, right?”
Han Seoho reasoned step by step.
“As you well know, President, it’s really hard to find someone who looks exactly like what the Chairman wants. Do you know how much I suffered finding that hyung?”
He deliberately let out a deep sigh.
“If not getting hard is such a problem, there’s nothing I can do. I’ll speak to the Chairman separately.”
- Hey! Who are you to bring up my grandfather? You want to die?
What am I supposed to do, you fucker?
The words rose to his throat, but he swallowed them.
It wasn’t the first or second time that a guy without decision-making power found fault with everything, and besides, Han Seoho knew how to please these bastards better than anyone. But this time, he wouldn’t yield. As a rule, the more pathetic bastards bark, the harder you have to go for it to work.
“President, honestly, to put it bluntly, he also resembles that guy who died two years ago. The one the Chairman was crazy about. Don’t you remember, Jade?”
When he mentioned the name Jade, the phone cut off with the words “fucking bastard.”
Han Seoho let out a deflating laugh.
A bastard who can’t even throw a fit to the end for no reason made that phone call.
Jade. A name he’d uttered aloud after such a long time.
The guys who caught the eye of old man Gwak Hoon, who had now stepped down from the chairman position to become honorary chairman, all used aliases the chairman gave them instead of their real names. The late hyung was the same.
Gold and jade. Gold was Cha Yeonse, who was like his wife, and the next position, jade—that is, the person who received the name Jade—was that hyung. So you could tell how much he was to the old man’s liking.
So four years ago, there was a hyung who received such a bombardment of affection that Cha Yeonse, who was like the old man’s wife, was jealous. He was a prestigious university student, and a guy who was rarely excessively but plainly handsome—the so-called “perfect son” everyone talks about.
Such a person was very accommodating and, above all, lived and died for sex. He enjoyed all kinds of play. He didn’t even refuse S&M.
Who wouldn’t like someone who looks ascetic but changes completely when having sex? The old man had to go crazy for him.
The old man, who could get an erection without medication even though he was in his late 70s at the time, really sucked on Jade. He willingly provided a luxury villa in Cheongdam-dong, gave him a credit card with no limit, and didn’t care who he had sex with. He even encouraged it.
The old man, who had voyeurism, enjoyed secretly watching Jade have sex with other men. He also directly watched the lovemaking between his lover Cha Yeonse, who was in his mid-40s, and Jade right in front of his eyes.
Now, here comes the direct cause and villain of why they’re holding interviews to hire sex partners. It’s the old man’s dead lover, Cha Yeonse. Real name: Cha Jongsu.
The reason Cha Jongsu, who extremely hated the name Jongsu, didn’t apply for a name change—no, couldn’t apply—was because of that damn fortune-telling. According to a shaman famous nationwide, if he changed his name, he and the old man wouldn’t last even a month before breaking up. Cha Jongsu trusted superstition and performed gut rituals several times as the shaman told him to. As a result of such efforts, he monopolized the old man’s love for 12 years, so it wasn’t entirely wrong.
Cha Jongsu wandered around entertainment establishments under the alias “Yeonse” and only caught the old man’s eye in his mid-30s. Of course, he lied about his age to the old man, saying he was twenty-eight. No one knew that the relationship that started like that would continue for 12 years. Probably even Cha Jongsu didn’t know. So how anxious he must have been.
Most people working in entertainment establishments were sensitive about age, but Cha Jongsu in particular had a complex bordering on hysteria. If he could, he probably would have re-registered his birth.
Even though he was absurdly young compared to his peers and had a uniquely fresh beauty, his hysteria was no joke. If he had just aged gracefully, he would have been loved even more, but Cha Jongsu couldn’t do that. Obsessed with youth, he kept putting his hands on his face. Cha Jongsu’s unique beauty disappeared and was replaced with a cute, flashy face like Han Seoho’s.
Naturally, the old man wasn’t pleased, but he didn’t stop him either. Instead, he went around looking for guys who resembled Cha Jongsu before he’d had work done. That’s how he met Jade.
Twenty-one. How young and beautiful must he have been?
Jade monopolized the old man’s love for over two years and gradually threatened even Cha Jongsu’s position. Of course, Cha Jongsu wasn’t one to just sit still.
Cha Jongsu used the worst method to shake off Jade. First, he got Amber, who was Jade’s best friend and the old man’s other sex partner, addicted to drugs, and used Amber, who was living with Jade, to feed Jade drugs without his knowledge, leading him to addiction as well.
When the old man found out about it belatedly, he was furious, but the milk was already spilled. It was a natural result that the old man, who dealt drugs himself but hated drug addicts, cut off Jade. Cha Jongsu, who had done it knowing that fact from the beginning, was satisfied with that natural result.
But he didn’t expect that incident to become the root of trouble.
Of all things, feeding drugs to prestigious university students made the cops catch the scent. One of Amber’s family members had quietly requested the case to a detective they knew well.
It was natural for a narcotics detective to approach Amber and Jade.
At that time, they were twenty-three, and Han Seoho was twenty. Back when he was brokering prostitution in the runaway family and being called around by Cha Jongsu’s gang to sell sex himself, he met that detective.
That was already three years ago.
Time really flies.
He chuckled at himself for sounding like an old man. Then he touched the name of the friend he’d just called. A frivolous melody flowed through the speaker.
Where was I?
Right. The detective.
Han Seoho also met that detective who had met Jade and Amber and even visited Cha Jongsu. Thanks to that detective, his life became easier in many ways.
Of course, two people ended up dying because the detective was digging around, but honestly, it was satisfying. How much had he trembled wanting to enjoy what those hyungs were enjoying?
Hehe. Good riddance.
Come to think of it, the detective was practically his benefactor.
Thinking of that detective, his benefactor and secret lover, naturally reminded him of Kim Jiwon.
A man who only does hard work all day at an age when he should be playing, and eats meals with triangle kimbap nearing its expiration date at a convenience store—that hyung who seemed to have mixed only the good points of Cha Yeonse and Jade.
He was a good person who only gave the name “Fucking Bastard” to his older brother who had dragged his life into the gutter. If it were me, I would have named him “Bastard to Tear Apart and Kill.” No. I would have already killed him. But that hyung had been paying off debts for six years, calling even such a person family. He even lent him money, apparently.
Isn’t he stupid?
He frowned as if it were his own business.
Han Seoho’s encounter with Kim Jiwon in the bathroom wasn’t a coincidence. The other side might believe it was a coincidence, but it was a thoroughly planned meeting.
‘I saw a kid who looks like Cha Yeonse.’
‘Really? Where? Where did you see him?’
‘I’m not certain.’
‘Hey, stop exaggerating. Don’t you think I don’t know your eye is killer? Where did you see him? Huh?’
‘I met him as a substitute driver a few days ago. You know the day I had a company dinner?’
‘Tuesday?’
‘Yeah. That day.’
‘Tell me in detail.’
‘Bastard, you’re so impatient. It might not be him.’
‘That’s for me to see and judge. It’s a matter of 100 million won. Hurry up?’
‘Alright, man.’
That’s how he met Kim Jiwon, and the detective did the background check. Han Seoho, who wasn’t naive enough to just trust the detective, also checked directly through his contacts.
The information about Kim Jiwon was similar from both the detective and his contacts, but the detective’s information had more useful things.
“It’s me. Hey. What do you take this Han Seoho for? Really. That fucking bastard is in the palm of my hand, okay? Of course. This time I even cleaned up the shit and wiped his ass thoroughly. Ugh, creepy.”
Han Seoho said this and giggled.
“Anyway, I’m supposed to meet him at the department store in a bit, want to come? The bastard says yes. Of course. I’ll flirt like crazy and drop some crumbs, so you come prepared too. Let’s have a threesome after a long time. Okay. See you in an hour.”
After hanging up, Han Seoho sat back down at the vanity.
As expected, the detective was different. Even Han Seoho, who would be sad to be second in terms of good eyes, had cursed about seeing all kinds of beggar-like things at first glance, but that Kim Jiwon was actually a pearl in a pigsty.
He smiled, raising the corners of his mouth, recalling Kim Jiwon’s refreshing eyes that were visible beyond his shaggy hair.
Already 200 million won had been deposited into his account, and if he passed the health examination, an additional 100 million would be deposited.
300 million won just for the introduction fee.
Where else was there such a profitable business?
Honestly, it was a small amount compared to 700 million. At first, Han Seoho was also desperate to attend that party, but when he thought about it carefully, he’d come out a cripple or dead, so what use was 700 million won?
As Shuseu said, even if you roll around in a dog shit field, this life is better.
He felt sorry for Kim Jiwon, but he was a person with no future anyway. Rather than growing old doing this fucking around here, it was better to have sex to his heart’s content and die happily.
If he survives?
Well. That’s a problem for later.
