How much time had passed since I passed out from choking on a cock?
Bit by bit, consciousness returned at the loud vibrating sound.
But because his head was hazy as if floating above clouds, Taesung couldn’t regain his senses and just hoped someone would turn off that damn phone.
Ah, please, let me sleep. What bastard is calling in the middle of the night?
He might have actually said this out loud, or he might have just mumbled and closed his mouth. Either way, right after Taesung thought this, the vibration cut off.
—Oh, President Han. What happened with the goods?
Then an old man’s clear voice flowed through the speakerphone. In an instant, Taesung’s eyes shot open as if struck by lightning. Without even thinking to hide his flustered expression, he desperately reached toward where the sound was coming from. But soon his mouth was blocked by a rough hand. Even his hand trying to turn off the phone was caught by him.
—I gave you ten hours and you couldn’t pack one item? President Han, you’re not what you used to be. I’m leaving when the time comes as I said. Don’t argue later about paying me.
For Captain Hwang, who wouldn’t wait for even a chaebol chairman and would set sail if they weren’t on time, this was unusually considerate of him.
That damn old man, he should just set sail and fuck off like usual.
“Captain Hwang?”
Jaeha read the name on the call ended screen.
“Ah, that’s the smuggling ship captain in Gunsan, right?”
Since it was someone both Jang Hyeokjin and Chairman Hyun Hongwon had commissioned work to several times, it seemed Jaeha had heard of him too.
“Jae…”
Jaeha, you need to leave Korea. So I was trying to put you on Captain Hwang’s ship. If you grab a taxi now and drive like crazy, you might make it in time. Get on that boat with your own two feet.
…is what he wanted to say. But from his swollen throat came only a metallic sound.
Gack, gack—Jaeha just quietly looked down at Taesung as he coughed dryly, trying somehow to clear his throat.
In the darkness, only the e-cigarette light blinked.
It felt like a signal Jaeha was sending: ‘I’m pissed right now, so shut your mouth, please.’
“Ha.”
The light disappeared. Jaeha let out a sigh like a lament and muttered.
“The money’s already paid, and it’s okay if there’s just the goods? Then I’ll just put hyung on there.”
Jaeha tossed the phone by Taesung’s pillow. Then he filled a water cup to the brim with wine that had been left in the kitchen.
Next, he brought the water cup in front of Taesung and poured in powder medicine for all to see. He watched the white powder slowly sink below the bright red wine, then gave Taesung a smiling eye-smile.
“Have sweet dreams, hyung.”
Then, with a mouth that wasn’t smiling at all, he filled it with wine and held Taesung’s forehead to tilt his head back. When he wouldn’t open his mouth, he blocked his nose. Eventually unable to bear the suffocation, Taesung opened his mouth. Before he could even exhale, Jaeha pressed their lips together.
The wine flowed down his swollen, narrowed esophagus. His throat stung.
Taesung desperately tried to hold onto his fading consciousness but couldn’t overcome the strong drug.
Is he really sending me to China?
There’s no way he’ll just send me.
Will he reveal I’m an omega and sell me off?
Then from Jaeha’s perspective, this would be proper revenge.
Yeah, he’d need to do at least this much to feel satisfied.
Because the dog bit the master’s house grandson.
This is right.
He dreamed.
In some mountain, a young child wearing a black plastic bag over their head stood in front of Taesung.
Because he knew better than anyone how terrible it felt to wear something like that on your head, Taesung wanted to take the plastic bag off the child’s head.
He reached out. He tried to grab the child.
Suddenly the child slipped from his grasp like a squirrel and started running away down the slope.
Hey, stop there! I’m trying to help you!
He shouted at the top of his lungs, but the child grew more and more distant.
Even in his dream, Taesung couldn’t take the plastic bag off that head.
“Hey, stable boy!”
A top-class sedan slid to a stop in front of Wonin Construction’s main gate. Before he could even pull one leg out the car door that the security guard ran to open, the first thing Jang Hyeokjin heard was this.
“A servant bastard is sitting down without bowing deeply when the young master has arrived.”
“I apologize, President. That crazy bastard…”
Jang Hyeokjin stopped the security guard who was about to rush at Jaeha. He got out of the car while trying to hide his displeased expression. Then he quickly looked over the appearance of the punk picking a pointless fight.
From head to toe, he was covered in Han Taesung’s pheromones.
Looks like our young master went and threw a tantrum at an old male prostitute?
That idiot probably got fucked again while whining, unable to beat a kid.
“Why. Do I smell like something?”
“…Hyun Jaeha. If you have something to say, let’s go inside.”
“Hyeokjin, you sent someone to kill me and now you’re saying let’s talk inside, so I’m really scared. If I go in there, won’t I get crushed and ground into the cement for the Baekjin Shopping Complex redevelopment? A big tombstone would be nice, but I’m into tree burials these days. The city is too bleak.”
“Did you drink?”
“A little.”
“Looks like you had a good night, so why did you come all the way here to make a scene?”
“I came to greet you. Thanks to you meticulously packaging and sending a fine gift, I ate it well. I’m so grateful I want to be generous for once. Hyeokjin, I’ll give you just one chance. Come on, kill me.”
Jaeha spread both arms wide and approached Jang Hyeokjin. Security came out and blocked Jaeha.
“Move. Your master’s wish is to kill me, so why are you blocking and making a fuss? Hyeokjin, why are you backing off? Now that you’re actually going to kill someone, are your hands trembling and your dick shriveling up? Then tell this security guard to kill me. I’ll let him hit me first. For self-defense, here, this is where the heart is, okay? Just close your eyes and stab hard with a knife and Hyeokjin will set you up nicely for retirement. Deal?”
“…Should I call the police?”
Jang Hyeokjin shook his head.
“Just chase him far away.”
The moment Jang Hyeokjin’s words ended, the security guard sprawled spread-eagle in front of his feet. Jang Hyeokjin looked at Jaeha with furrowed brows. Jaeha brushed off the hand that had just flipped the security guard and faced Jang Hyeokjin with a face that had completely lost the careless grin.
“You’re not trying to kill me, are you?”
Jang Hyeokjin scoffed.
“Jaeha, why would I kill you? You’re the only blood our chairman left behind.”
“True. Hyeokjin, if you really meant to kill me, would you have sent our softhearted hyung? Would you have sent that snotty pig bastard? What, did you think if you sent Han Taesung covered in your pheromones, I’d flip out and immediately scrape together every penny I have and don’t have to finish you off? Wow, Hyeokjin. You’ve been dealing with small fries so long that everything looks like small fries to you, but there are so many people in this world your thick skull can’t handle.”
“Is that something to say from someone who rushed over at dawn without shame, making a scene?”
“I came empty-handed.”
Jang Hyeokjin’s eye twitched. Jaeha finally showed his white teeth in a smile.
“Aren’t you curious how much that damn old man squirreled away that this crazy blood clot is throwing around 8 billion won less than two weeks after appearing?”
Though he’d stolen Chairman Hyun Hongwon’s massive assets, even Jang Hyeokjin knew this wasn’t everything. The old man who’d been playing with money his whole life couldn’t possibly have cash assets of only this much. Surely he’d hidden it away from Jang Hyeokjin’s eyes, preparing for his death.
And the only person who could find that money would be Jaeha.
He needed to provoke Jaeha to draw out as much money as possible. Until he grasped the scale of Chairman Hyun Hongwon’s assets, he couldn’t break that ‘vault key.’ And conveniently, he had the best tool to stimulate Jaeha right beside him.
Pheromones are scary. Even such a crude thing becomes an object of wet dreams for a young alpha.
“Hyeokjin, should I specially tell you? Just how much did our grandfather leave me?”
Jang Hyeokjin glared at Jaeha with his mouth closed. He didn’t expect it, but since he was a young guy drunk and excited, there remained a slim possibility of a slip of the tongue.
“Take off your pants and get on all fours. I’ll exchange it for checks and stick them in your asshole one by one.”
But at this bullshit, he could only grind his molars. Jang Hyeokjin’s jaw muscles twitched. Jaeha whistled as if that’s what he wanted to see.
“How vulgar. The chairman wouldn’t have raised you like that.”
“Ha, no matter how well you raise them, where would lowborn blood go?”
Jang Hyeokjin’s brows furrowed for a moment. Jaeha raised his eyebrows and pulled from his jacket a stack of 50,000 won bills bundled together. Then he threw the money toward Wonin Construction employees who couldn’t even enter through the main gate on their way to work and were hanging around at a distance.
Uh, uh—with flustered exclamations, people swarmed like a flock of pigeons rushing at ramen crumbs. Toward Jang Hyeokjin who could only let out an incredulous laugh at this absurd farce, Jaeha shrugged his shoulders.
“See? Don’t pull pathetic tricks, move directly if you’re going to move. Otherwise, Hyeokjin, I’m going to throw our grandfather’s fortune that could go into your pocket all over the streets like this. Like sand flowing down an hourglass. But what can you do, this hourglass can’t be flipped back over. Once they grab it all like that, it’s over.”
