Hard Control

Moon Heesung, released after fifteen years behind bars.

The one goal he has upon returning to the world:

“That bastard. I’m going to make a decent human being out of him.”

Specifically — to turn Yoo Sinju, a popular actor at the center of endless scandal and someone he once thought of as a little brother, into a functioning person.

Thanks to his no-nonsense, efficient way of handling things, Moon Heesung — despite his criminal record — becomes a bodyguard and private manager. And he starts taking care of Yoo Sinju in his own particular way…

“Watching you whine while resorting to violence, I figured it’d be better to just give it to you once.”

“When did I ever whi—!”

“Say it fast. You in or not.”

So — can Moon Heesung actually turn Yoo Sinju into a decent human being?

[Preview]

“From now on, I’ll only say something three times.”

Shoving his phone carelessly into his pocket, Moon Heesung opened his mouth with a face so blank it seemed like you could stab him and not a drop of blood would come out. Yoo Sinju, who had been pointedly ignoring him and staring straight ahead, let out a scoff.

“You’re actually hilarious. Who do you think you are.”

“Your manager.”

“One phone call and I can have a manager like you fired.”

“I’ll only say it three times.”

“Hey.”

“Shower.”

“Hey!”

“Shower. That’s three.”

“You…”

Yoo Sinju found himself seething at Moon Heesung, who hadn’t so much as blinked at his threats. It was already infuriating enough that this guy had shown up out of nowhere calling himself his manager — but that shameless, unrepentant attitude was grinding on Yoo Sinju’s nerves something fierce.

“Just who do you think you are, daring to give me ord—Ugh!”

Before Yoo Sinju could even finish his furious tirade, Moon Heesung grabbed him by the back of the neck. The shock of it barely had time to register before Yoo Sinju found himself being dragged along with absurd ease — he thrashed and stared at Moon Heesung with a dumbstruck expression.

“You — you, right now…!”

The back of the neck? He grabbed me by the back of the neck? He’s dragging me? You’re dragging me? Me, Yoo Sinju? Me, who even the company president doesn’t touch carelessly — me, who has over fifty million followers — me, who has top-tier directors practically crawling at my feet — me?

“Hey, hey, hey — are you going to let go or not? Let go or not?!”

Yoo Sinju stood at nearly 190 cm, his body honed by years of training to a level that drove his female fans absolutely mad. He was the type who looked down on everyone who came at him swinging, the type whose strength left even veteran bodyguards helpless. The idea that he could be dragged around like a dog this way — it was something he had never even imagined.

“Hey!”

Whether Yoo Sinju struggled or screamed made no difference. Moon Heesung hauled him straight to the bathroom off the bedroom, flung him inside without ceremony, and turned on the shower. Doused in an instant, Yoo Sinju sputtered and flailed, blinking rapidly.

“You — what is this — pfft, blub — ack!”

“Hold still so I can wash you.”

“That’s — cold! It’s cold!”

“For the record, cold showers are good for the body.”

“Are you actually insane?!”

“I told you.”

Soaked through as though he’d been reduced to a wet rag, Yoo Sinju glared at Moon Heesung with bloodshot eyes. This was a first. Treatment like this. Absolutely absurd treatment like this… Yoo Sinju’s hands trembled as he stared at Moon Heesung like he could kill him. And of all people, you… You, who should be on your knees apologizing the moment you lay eyes on me. How dare you, to me…

But even under that gaze — burning with outrage and cursing him — Moon Heesung only added simply:

“I said I’d only say it three times.”

And at the same time, he reached out to pull off the soaked clothes. As if determined to defend that one last thing, Yoo Sinju crossed his arms over his chest and screamed:

“Shut up and get out!”