He was one of the substitute driver customers.
That day when he’d coincidentally run into Han Seoho at Gangnam Station, the young customer he’d driven.
He’d had a bandage on his right or left hand.
How could he have only just recognized him now after seeing that handsome face?
It was ridiculous.
It must be because he’d developed a habit of not looking at customers’ faces as much as possible since working as a substitute driver, which made him forget even after seeing the guy’s face. At least back then he’d been wearing a ball cap, so he could connect it to the lower face with the police cap now—if they’d met with his face fully revealed, he might have just thought ‘that guy’s really handsome’ and moved on.
Had he been staring too long? His eyes met with that customer’s.
Did he recognize me?
No.
He definitely wouldn’t recognize him.
Looking at his current self with his forehead exposed in a refined hairstyle, it wouldn’t be easy to recall the tired substitute driver Kim Jiwon with unfashionable shaggy hair wearing characterless clothes.
Honestly, even he himself was startled every time he looked in the mirror at how different he looked.
As expected, the customer didn’t recognize Jiwon and quickly turned his head to the other side as if he had no interest at all.
Was it a coincidence that he’d met his substitute driver customer here?
Probably so. Seeing how they’d specifically picked only guys who looked exceptional no matter who looked at them, he definitely believed so.
Still, since he couldn’t let his guard down, he decided to observe carefully.
Shortly after, three Team Leaders in their respective uniforms arrived along with five trainers wearing colored masks over black training suits.
The crew members stood in front of their Team Leaders as if they’d been waiting.
“Remove all clothing except T-panties. Execute!”
The undressing order fell simultaneously from the Team Leaders’ mouths.
It had been undressing at the drop of a hat since yesterday. If that was the case, why not just tell them to come naked from the start—he couldn’t understand why they bothered making them dress fully only to undress.
What was so enjoyable about the act of undressing that the gagged ones each bared their teeth and giggled? Some of the police officers harassed several Sailors and gagged ones with vulgar words and actions.
Before long, the locker room was awash with skin tones, and everyone showed off their naked bodies. Even the Sailors, who were somewhat smaller compared to the others, exhibited their bodies like narcissists.
Honestly, everyone had good bodies.
Those with bodies good enough to be eye candy were the gagged ones, but the police officers were no less impressive. Moreover, the police officers had exceptional physiques that were absolutely not gym-sculpted cosmetic bodies. There was no doubt that if a fight broke out right now, the police officers would definitely win—you could feel their toughness that strongly.
Criminals wearing police uniforms.
His eyes naturally went to that customer, but surprisingly Son Geonwoo caught Jiwon’s attention. On his bare upper body were several noticeable scars that looked like traces of abuse from long ago.
Did he say he killed his father?
If the reason he killed his father was the result of abuse, it was unfortunate. How bad must it have been.
Whenever Jiwon showed such thoughts, his father would scold him.
You’re still far from becoming a police officer.
It always started like that, followed by a lecture.
Everyone has their circumstances, but that doesn’t justify murder. No matter what happens, they must pay for their crimes justly, and that’s why police exist.
Still, he was curious.
What was going through the fifteen-year-old boy’s mind, and how did he kill his father?
Jiwon withdrew his gaze from Son Geonwoo, who was just about to take off his pants.
Then his eyes met with that customer again. This time it was his complete appearance without the police cap.
Ah. So that’s what his eyes look like.
The two eyes that extended as refreshingly as his lips were very attractive.
The customer who had drawn attention even when only his lower face was visible became even more impressive when his eyes were revealed.
He was manly. At the same time delicate.
And younger than he’d thought.
The image of him asking if his hand hurt that day overlapped.
So it was because he was young.
Jiwon, who had thought he was around his own age, smiled at the fresh realization.
“You know that guy’s name?”
“No idea. His name tag is fucking long too.”
“He’s totally my style.”
“I want that guy, not him.”
“Greedy bastard. Your standards are high too.”
“That’s Son Geonwoo, right?”
“Yeah. My husband. I’m getting fucked first, so you guys don’t get any ideas.”
The gagged ones and Sailors standing at the back lockers claimed the guys they liked as theirs.
Even among guys who were attractive in every way, two people particularly drew attention.
If Son Geonwoo was a Western-style handsome man with large double eyelids, that customer was an Eastern-style handsome man with masculinity and wild beauty coexisting.
Judging roughly by the atmosphere, it seemed they rated that customer as more handsome than Son Geonwoo, but to Jiwon’s eyes, Son Geonwoo looked better. Maybe it was because he himself didn’t have double eyelids.
Thinking this far, Jiwon let out a chuckle.
He found himself amusing for carefully evaluating men’s appearances as if choosing a lover.
What does it matter if they’re handsome or not.
To Jiwon, they were competitors anyway and later reference witnesses for drawing composite sketches. Maybe even one of the suspects.
Jiwon hurriedly removed the ring that had tied his scarf.
He took off his top first and hung it in the locker, then belatedly looked down at his body. His body wasn’t weak by any means either. Though he was somewhat thin now, he had more muscle than fat, and his athletic ability was exceptional. Not only was he a taekwondo black belt, but when working at the police box, he’d worked as a patrol officer in an area famous for being rough, so he wasn’t afraid of physical fights or anything.
If there was a problem, it would be his lack of confidence.
Specifically, confidence regarding his genitals, which were no different from a man’s pride.
Through multiple reconstructive surgeries, he’d barely restored function, but couldn’t restore the appearance. The discovery was too late, and since right arm rehabilitation treatment was urgent, genital plastic surgery was pushed back. When an opportunity finally came, he wasn’t in the right state of mind.
With beloved family members dying one after another, what crazy bastard would get genital plastic surgery?
Then when he’d somewhat recovered his health, he only thought about revenge.
Jiwon sighed as he took off his pants. Fortunately, the shape visible outside the T-panties was passable enough. He quietly mixed in among the crew members.
Those who had undressed reassembled in front of their Team Leaders without being told.
The Captain, still wearing sunglasses, exchanged glances with the other Team Leaders and then called Jiwon.
“From now on, we’ll measure height and weight. Sailor 1, forward.”
The Captain tilted his head, pointing to an automatic height-weight scale that could measure both weight and height simultaneously. Next to the machine stood a trainer wearing a blue mask.
He’d thought they’d do it by team together, but that wasn’t the case. Only Jiwon was called out.
Jiwon stepped onto the machine, somewhat embarrassed by the attention focused on him, and aligned his foot position to lean his back against the height meter.
“181.8cm, 65kg.”
Blue Mask called out.
Then the Captain recorded Jiwon’s height and weight on a tablet PC and responded, ‘1.5kg decrease.’ Almost simultaneously with the Captain, the trainer who was recording the numbers moved his hands busily.
It seemed he’d lost as much as 1.5kg in just about ten days between the health examination and admission.
That made sense. Others could have openly settled their affairs, but Jiwon couldn’t. He just had to pretend to live his daily life, pretend nothing was happening. With poor food and excessive work, there was no way he could gain weight. Besides, he had a lot to worry about.
After stepping down from the automatic height-weight scale, Jiwon this time stood in front of Green Mask and raised and lowered his arms as instructed. Meanwhile, Green Mask measured his body measurements using a tape measure. All measurable dimensions from neck circumference to chest and waist, buttocks and thighs, as well as upper arms and wrists, and calves were quantified.
Every time the trainer called out numbers, more than 50 eyeballs focused on Jiwon.
Is this what it’s like to be a monkey at the zoo? His whole body heated up.
He tensed, worried they might tell him to take off even his panties, but fortunately the misfortune of showing his broken genitals in front of everyone didn’t occur.
Green Mask, who had finished taking measurements, shared the records with the Captain.
The Captain and the trainer wearing the blue mask exchanged opinions while examining the records with Jiwon in front of them. Though he’d lost weight, it didn’t seem to have a major impact on other measurements.
It would be nice if that was the end, but they had an embarrassingly long discussion about Jiwon’s buttocks. From the gluteus maximus and gluteus medius to the gluteus minimus and even hip dips, buttock-related terms and areas that Jiwon was hearing for the first time kept appearing. Somehow it felt like being butchered.
“Sailor 1 will gain 7kg in body weight and 1.5 inches in hip circumference over the next week starting today.”
The Captain ordered.
With those words, Jiwon became a man who was underweight with inadequate buttocks in front of everyone.
He wasn’t too worried about the buttocks since they’d fill out a bit if he gained weight, but how was he supposed to gain 7kg in a week?
Jiwon didn’t like sweets nor did he have a big appetite. He’d been eating more than usual due to nearly 8 months of poor meals, but still not enough to gain as much as 7kg in a short period. To put it bluntly, those people wouldn’t go so far as to make him gain weight by feeding him ramen and ice cream every night or giving him chicken and beer, would they?
This is driving me crazy.
“The pelvis is narrow, but the waist and upper-to-lower body balance is good, so creating an apple-shaped butt won’t be difficult.”
The trainer was confident. He gave the disease and the cure.
