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All that was visible were clothes scattered on the sofa and floor. The scraps of fabric seemed to be traces of clothes cut with scissors.
Even after fully opening the door, when there was no one to be seen, Jang Ihwan strode forward and looked around.
First, Jang Ihwan looked for the easy target, Gari. He deliberately avoided making eye contact with Yoon Donghwan.
Gari, who had emerged from among the thugs, immediately stood with his head bowed to his hyung-nim, Jang Ihwan.
“Where did he go? Where did this bastard go?”
Jang Ihwan gritted his teeth and muttered.
“There’s nowhere he could have gone…”
Though music was booming behind them, the thugs were keeping their mouths shut like dead mice, and the room itself, which was made as a “rice cake room,” was so quiet that their conversation spread clearly to the side. Even Yoon Donghwan, who was standing far away, could hear it.
Jang Ihwan ran his hand through his hair and looked around. In the process, he made eye contact with Yoon Donghwan and gave an awkward greeting as a bonus. After slowly looking around in a circle, Jang Ihwan approached Yoon Donghwan to buy time at least. Then he grabbed his hand like shaking hands as before.
“Boss, please wait just a moment.”
Drawing out his words with “just a mooment,” Jang Ihwan first looked for the bathroom nearby. One narrow door. Each room in JAM had a bathroom like this attached, and this place was the same. When he opened the ornately decorated door, the lights came on. One golden sink attached to the wall. And a toilet stall. Though it was a narrow and elongated structure, he could reach the bathroom stall door in one step. Jang Ihwan opened the door and checked inside.
There was only a toilet sitting there alone, no person.
Ah, fuck.
He had brought Yoon Donghwan all the way here, and what kind of mess was this?
Jang Ihwan revealed his true feelings since he was inside the bathroom. He frowned deeply and kept cursing with his mouth, “fuck, fuck.”
But when he came out, his face was brighter than anyone’s.
Pretending to be relaxed, he even nodded his head slightly while looking at Yoon Donghwan.
His heart was burning endlessly inside, but he didn’t show it on the surface.
Even though it wasn’t a very strong drug, where the hell had he crawled to? Not even a trace of him was visible. Even if he had opened the door and left, it would be impossible to escape with Gari and other staff outside. It would have been possible if he had run out, but his condition wasn’t normal even before the injection, and it was worse right after the injection. There was no way he could have escaped.
That should be right.
He kept feeling anxious. He had dragged Yoon Donghwan all the way here, and he couldn’t end the situation without showing him anything. If by any chance he had escaped… He tried to think of an Omega who resembled Kang Taein as much as possible, but no one came to mind. Jang Ihwan frowned as much as possible whenever he turned around. Then he turned his eyes toward the sofa.
The back of the sofa was full of piles of stuff. It didn’t seem like there would be anything there.
Still, just in case, he bent his waist and looked under the sofa, and he saw a hand.
Fuck.
“Ah, I almost became a liar.”
Slowly straightening his waist and looking at Yoon Donghwan, Jang Ihwan finally smiled with satisfaction.
He didn’t know how he had managed to hide behind the sofa in that state of mind.
“Hyung, I found him.”
He could be certain just by seeing the hand. Jang Ihwan playfully blinked his eyes and firmly grabbed the corner of the sofa with his hand. Then he pulled with all his might, and the sofa moved with a creaking sound.
It was indeed Taein who had been hiding between the pile of stuff and the sofa. Taein, who had been crouched down, raised both eyes and stared at Jang Ihwan.
He was definitely out of it, whether from the drug’s effects. Reddened eyes, a face covered in sweat. Drool was flowing from his open mouth. Jang Ihwan looked at Taein with an arrogant smile before moving his position. He quickly approached where Yoon Donghwan was and bowed his waist.
“Hyung, just take a look once.”
A friendly address that didn’t match the extreme formality. Jang Ihwan called Yoon Donghwan “hyung” whenever he got the chance. When Yoon Donghwan came out fiercely and tried to intimidate him, he would say “boss,” but whenever he thought he could score some points, he would use the “hyung” address without hesitation. Like when coming to the staff corridor, Jang Ihwan gestured with his hand forward saying “this way, this way” to Yoon Donghwan, and stopped walking between the opened sofas.
“Worth looking at, right?”
Jang Ihwan smiled while biting his lower lip. Even he thought it was a work of art.
“……”
“Yes? If I do something, I’m someone who does it right. Me.”
Jang Ihwan lightly tapped his chest and seemed to have some thought as he went and sat between the sofas. He turned back and looked up at Yoon Donghwan, even saying “hyung, look.” What he did in front of Taein was a low-quality prank. In front of Taein, whose senses had become extremely sensitive and who was severely frightened, he barked like a big dog, making “woof!” sounds and bringing his face close. It wasn’t just once and done either. He made “woof!” sounds three times, threatening Taein.
“Woof!”
At the last loud bark, Taein’s body tilted backward. Usually when you get injected with drugs, you lose your sense of reality, and Taein was experiencing similar symptoms. In the midst of everything being dark, his body fell over reacting only to the loud sound. Jang Ihwan couldn’t hold back his laughter seeing that. Though laughter had been mixed in his words continuously, this time he let out a particularly loud mocking laugh.
Puhaha. The meaning or intent of the laughter didn’t reach Taein’s ears. He could only judge whether it was loud or soft. Though Taein managed to get his body up with difficulty, he couldn’t control his body’s physiological reactions. His pants, which were pathetically cut with only the zipper area remaining, and his underwear began to get wet instantly.
“Hyung, usually we do this to these kinds of guys…”
He was laughing for a while and trying to say something to Yoon Donghwan, when he saw water spreading in a circle between the legs.
“…Huh? He’s pissing? Heigo?”
Jang Ihwan started laughing again, this time even his face turned bright red.
“Ha, hyung. Look at this. He’s pissing. These kinds of bastards piss the moment you fuck them. I told you. He’s a rag bastard. If he can’t even control his bladder, how well would he take care of other things? He’ll piss all over the place.”
Thinking he was scoring points properly, Jang Ihwan’s mouth ran non-stop. His mocking words ended when Yoon Donghwan tapped his shoulder. Yoon Donghwan passed by Jang Ihwan and stood where Taein was sitting. He seemed to look down at Taein for a while, then crouched down with his arms on his knees.
“To my eyes… this doesn’t look like he walked in here on his own feet.”
Yoon Donghwan spoke as if muttering, but with force in his tone. Jang Ihwan quickly answered.
“Ey, hyung. How could that be… There’s a reason… he’s here.”
“…Got a towel?”
“Yes?”
At the questioning “Yes?” Yoon Donghwan’s head turned halfway. With his waist bent, he answered, and their eyes met immediately. Jang Ihwan faced his expressionless face and quickly said “ah, yes” and hurried out of the sofa. Then he brought a towel from near the entrance and put it in Yoon Donghwan’s hand.
“Here, hyung.”
Jang Ihwan just gave him the towel and took a step back. He didn’t know what Yoon Donghwan might do. The rumors about Yoon Donghwan were extreme. Some cursed that the thug blood hadn’t completely drained from him, while others looked surprised saying they didn’t even know he was from organized crime.
When someone jokingly replied “How could that be a normal person, with that build?” the response was always the same. They thought he exercised. If you do judo or something like that, your body becomes like that.
That was true, but people have feelings about things.
At least to Jang Ihwan, Yoon Donghwan was a thug bastard through and through.
He was just thoroughly hiding that face because he was doing large-scale business, but if necessary, he would reveal his true colors and act like a thug anytime.
Jang Ihwan, who had stepped back, gestured to the thugs standing by the entrance, preparing for any possibility. Get out. Fuck off. The urgency of the situation was clearly shown on his expression. The thugs stepped back as soon as they saw Jang Ihwan. Jang Ihwan’s eyes swept over the last thug who left before going down.
“……”
Yoon Donghwan seemed to be moving his hand. He seemed to be wiping something with the towel. Jang Ihwan couldn’t see well from the front, so he leaned his body to the side to observe Yoon Donghwan’s actions. He was definitely wiping something. Near Kang Taein’s crotch. More precisely, he was wiping away traces of incontinence. After briefly watching the large hand go back and forth several times, Jang Ihwan approached and spoke up.
“Hyung, we do this kind of thing.”
“…Errand boy bastard.”
Yoon Donghwan quietly let the words flow without even turning his head.
“If you do it one more time… I really won’t let it slide.”
Jang Ihwan’s eyes opened exaggeratedly. He didn’t know what “one more time” meant. He knew that such lobbying had been rejected until now, but didn’t he say Kang Taein was okay? He never said it was okay with words, but his actions did. Taking Kang Taein that day, and following him here. Jang Ihwan licked his lips once with his tongue and spoke.
“If you don’t like our methods… as you wish, hyung, please say…”
His mouth closed immediately.
It was because Yoon Donghwan, who had made a “ha” sound and deeply bowed his head, suddenly got up. He had to say something to Yoon Donghwan who was looking back.
There was no time to think about whether he had misspoken.
“Ai, our hyung really…”
He tried to babble nonsense like “aren’t you too healthy,” but failed. Yoon Donghwan threw a punch, leaving no time for that. The moment he was hit, Jang Ihwan made an “urgh!” sound and tumbled onto the sofa beside him. Yoon Donghwan, who came over the sofa, concentrated on hitting only Jang Ihwan’s head just before he fell to the floor.
“Urgh! Urk!”
From the continuous beating with big fists, Jang Ihwan’s cheek and nose quickly broke, and the torn flesh revealed white areas. Though blood seeped out like cracks, it was wiped by Yoon Donghwan’s fist, so it looked more like stamping than flowing.
“I said, if you call me hyung, one more time, what would happen?”
“Uh, huh, urk.”
“Errand boy bastard. I let you be, so I became your hyung?”
“Bo-, bo-, hurk.”
Even now trying to use the “boss” address, Jang Ihwan moved his mouth even while being beaten, but Yoon Donghwan’s fist didn’t give him a gap. His front teeth were miserably shattered by the consecutive punches.
“Urgh, urk.”
“Fucking bastard.”
And with one punch straight to the center of his face, Jang Ihwan’s body collapsed. Hitting the cheek or jaw was purely for beating. Hitting the nose squarely was to deliver a proper shock blow. Earlier his mouth had been torn a bit from being hit in the face, but now even his teeth were broken. Yoon Donghwan pushed Jang Ihwan’s head, which had fallen to the side, without hesitation. Then he got up with a frustrated expression and started rotating his arms.
His shoulders were stiff from using his body after a long time. There were times when he hit once or twice, but it had been a long time since he beat someone to a pulp like this. Even when going to fight knowing it was a fighting ground, they just held clubs or knives, and it rarely actually turned into a fight. Because they usually compromised. Even when emptying pockets, putting on gloves and gathering somewhere, the other side often gave in. There was no reason to see blood.
Sweat was also beading on Yoon Donghwan’s forehead. He wiped his face with his palm and left the sofa. He kicked Jang Ihwan, who was in the way of his feet, to the corner and walked to the back of the sofa.
Earlier, while cleaning the floor, he had half-lifted the man’s body, and the position was maintained as it was.
Yoon Donghwan stood for a moment looking at Taein, then moved his body as if he had made up his mind. There was a jacket nearby that he didn’t know who it belonged to. Before, there were no noticeable fabric scraps so he had wrapped him in his coat, but today there was something. After covering Taein with it, Yoon Donghwan lifted him with both arms. Rather than troublesomely carrying him on his back, it would be better to do this and get out quickly.
A customer he wouldn’t see again after the loan.
Just a poor man passing by.
That should definitely be the extent of it, but things seemed to be getting twisted.
Whether he had done something unnecessary,
Whether he should just give money and cut off interest.
Right now, he couldn’t know anything.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
