#101
Eunseok felt the box being lifted and loaded. He vaguely sensed the cargo truck carrying the box starting to move. He tried to wriggle his tightly bound body, but he couldn’t even lift his drooping head, let alone undo the restraints.
A sense of despair he hadn’t felt even during the nearly ten days of sexual exploitation while in captivity slowly welled up. He felt like he might suffocate from the intense helplessness and despair.
The drug didn’t seem to be one that would make him completely lose consciousness. His body was limp, but his mind stubbornly clung to awareness, wavering on the edge. It was horrifying to have to fully experience this moment of complete loss of freedom. For the first time in his life, the weak thought that he’d rather lose consciousness entirely peeked out.
He couldn’t gauge how much time had passed. But he was certain it hadn’t been very long.
The vehicle stopped. He heard the sound of the cargo truck’s compartment opening, and the box jostled as it moved. It seemed to be transferred by a forklift.
Eunseok strained his blurry, overlapping vision. Through a very thin crack in the wooden cargo box, he could see a vast expanse of runway. Since they had traveled east for quite some time, it couldn’t be Wonju Airport… It was likely Yangyang International Airport in Gangwon Province.
The box was moved into a private jet. Then the cargo door slowly closed. Darkness again.
A moment later, the private jet slowly began to move. It was entering the runway.
This is the end.
Eunseok despairingly closed his eyes that he had been forcibly keeping open.
The plane’s speed gradually increased. It was about time for takeoff.
He felt the distinctive sensation of liftoff. The plane was rising into the air. Just as Eunseok let go of everything and completely relaxed his body…
BOOM-!!
With a massive explosion, the box slid backwards and crashed hard into something. Eunseok’s body inside the box was thrown like a discarded doll into a corner.
THUD!
There was a loud sound of something colliding strongly with the ground, followed by the sound of the plane’s fuselage scraping along the ground with a long “krrrrr.” During this, the cargo door must have fallen off, as the box tumbled onto the runway and rolled several times.
CRACK-.
Part of the box sprawled on the runway broke, and sunlight streamed onto Eunseok’s face.
“Fuck! Choi Hanseo-!!”
Park Sunwoo’s enraged voice pierced through Eunseok’s ears, which were ringing from the noise and impact. His mind, which had been sinking into despair, suddenly cleared as if doused with ice water. Eunseok turned his immobile head with all his might. He saw the body of the private jet with its nose buried in the ground. And standing atop the cockpit of the jet was a man in a suit.
“…Choi Hanseo.”
Eunseok mumbled Choi Hanseo’s name in a hoarse voice. He had come. He had actually come.
All sorts of emotions he didn’t even know were suppressed suddenly welled up. Though he couldn’t be certain due to his unfocused vision, it seemed Choi Hanseo had turned his gaze towards Eunseok sprawled among the broken boxes.
His eyes burned hot. But he didn’t want to show such an unsightly appearance, at least not to him. So Eunseok strained his eyes with all his might.
BANG-!
The private jet’s door flew off, soaring easily tens of meters. A figure, presumably Park Sunwoo, leapt out from inside.
“Fuck. Choi Hanseo!”
Park Sunwoo shouted in a voice filled with venom. And soon, the two figures simultaneously rushed at each other.
BANG-! CRASH! THUD!
Every time the two figures collided and separated, the sound was too immense to be from two humans colliding. The shockwaves erupting from their collisions were so powerful that even Eunseok’s body, far away, tingled from the impact.
“You fucker! You’re ruining everything at the last moment!”
Park Sunwoo screamed, overcome with rage.
“I believe I clearly warned you that I’d cut off that tiny dickhead of yours,” Choi Hanseo’s voice, calm yet cold, could be faintly heard.
With each of their clashes, the carefully laid runway crumbled with thunderous noise.
WHAM-!
One figure, violently struck, flew backwards and crashed into the center of the private jet with a loud bang. Due to his wavering, overlapping vision, Eunseok couldn’t tell who had been sent flying. Frustrated, he gritted his teeth.
The figure that had crashed into the jet and slid down sprang back towards their opponent.
BOOM! CRASH!
The two figures appeared and disappeared repeatedly in mid-air, completely demolishing the vast, smooth runway. Even Eunseok wasn’t completely spared from the aftermath. Shattered asphalt fragments flew with the shockwaves, hitting his face and body.
“Did you see my gift?! Fuck, Lee Eunseok was so delicious?!”
Park Sunwoo shouted, seemingly trying to provoke Choi Hanseo. A shame that Eunseok hadn’t felt during all the sexual exploitation by Park Sunwoo suddenly welled up. He could endure the act itself by treating it as just torture. But Choi Hanseo knowing about it was an entirely different matter.
“Seems I’ll have to rip out that filthy tongue before cutting off your dickhead.”
Choi Hanseo calmly retorted. His voice was so calm that Eunseok could guess Choi Hanseo was quite angry.
“Cut it off if you can!”
Energy burst from Park Sunwoo’s body as if exploding. His energy was filled with rough and violent killing intent. The energy’s domain, growing larger as if to dominate the surroundings, engulfed even Eunseok. Exposed to the energy Park Sunwoo was deliberately emitting, pain like every nerve in his body was being burned alive overwhelmed him.
“Ugh…!”
His drug-paralyzed body convulsed uncontrollably. His insides must have been shocked, as bitter stomach acid suddenly surged up his throat.
Haak. Heu.
Rough breaths escaped his mouth in gasps. But Eunseok stubbornly refused to take his eyes off the battle between the two men.
Park Sunwoo, having fully unleashed his energy, charged at Choi Hanseo with a battle cry. Choi Hanseo just stood firmly in place, merely extending his arm straight ahead.
SNAP-!
The sound of fingers snapping rang out as loud as thunder.
“Argh-!!”
Park Sunwoo, who had been rushing towards Choi Hanseo as if about to fly, suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground. He fell flat, clutching his leg which was twisted at a bizarre angle.
“Kuh… ugh…. Wh… what is this…?”
Park Sunwoo spoke haltingly in a suppressed voice. Lying face down on the ground, he looked as if he was being crushed by an immense gravity.
“Ugh… ha… what…?”
Park Sunwoo twitched slightly, pinned to the ground by an invisible force.
Step. Step. Step.
The sound of Choi Hanseo’s shoes leisurely approaching Park Sunwoo echoed rhythmically across the runway.
“What… is this…. S-class, you said… fuck…. What kind of S-class is this…. This, this is…”
Park Sunwoo stammered words mixed with shock and terror, while fierce and violent energy still smoldered from him. But Choi Hanseo walked unhesitatingly into the center of that energy, which tormented even Eunseok from afar.
“Ha… haha…!”
Park Sunwoo now began to laugh outright. It was laughter mixed with bewilderment, futility, and despair.
Choi Hanseo arrived in front of Park Sunwoo, who was laughing while lying flattened like a dried squid.
“What are you looking at, you fucker. You, you would have done the same as me. When you were locked up in the Management Bureau, if Lee Eunseok had appeared, you would have done the same as me-!”
Park Sunwoo screamed in rage.
Choi Hanseo didn’t react at all to Park Sunwoo’s words. He simply stared down at Park Sunwoo blankly, then suddenly bent down and reached his hand towards Park Sunwoo.
“No, don’t! Don’t-!, Kuuuuh-!!”
There was no way that sound could reach where Eunseok was. Yet, he seemed to hear the horrific sound of Choi Hanseo ripping out Park Sunwoo’s tongue with his bare hand.
After pulling out Park Sunwoo’s tongue as if plucking a roadside weed, Choi Hanseo casually tossed the bloody mass aside.
“Urk-! Uuurk!”
Park Sunwoo, now tongueless, continuously let out strange screams. This time, Choi Hanseo slightly lifted one foot and firmly stepped on Park Sunwoo’s crotch.
“Kuaaaah-!!”
Eunseok seemed to hear the sound of genitals and testicles being crushed. Park Sunwoo let out a terrible scream at the top of his lungs. The sound was so dreadful that Eunseok wanted to cover his ears.
Choi Hanseo observed Park Sunwoo for a moment as he writhed and screamed beneath his foot. Then at some point, he raised his finger and snapped it in the air.
Pop-!
With a sound like a watermelon being smashed, Park Sunwoo’s head shattered into pieces. And the runway fell silent.
Eunseok took in this unbelievable scene with wide eyes.
He recalled being told that S-class was just a general term for those with immeasurable abilities. In the end, not all S-class were the same. Choi Hanseo was a being that couldn’t be defined by rankings.
Step. Step. Step.
The black shoes covered in blood began moving towards Eunseok. The not-so-loud footsteps felt as loud as drum beats. Eunseok was grateful that Park Sunwoo had forcibly dressed him before leaving the hideout. At least he wouldn’t have to show his naked, ruined body. He didn’t want to appear like that, especially not to Choi Hanseo.
It felt like an extremely long time, yet also like just a fleeting moment.
Finally, Choi Hanseo’s shoes stopped right in front of Eunseok, who was sprawled among the broken wooden box. Due to the drug’s effects, he couldn’t lift his head up.
He felt the gaze looking down at him. All sorts of emotions welled up.
“Mr. Lee Eunseok.”
“……”
“Mr. Eunseok.”
“……”
“Eunseok.”
Eunseok.
It was a call that sounded almost like a sigh.
Like a breaking dam, the suppressed emotions exploded. His throat choked up with the sudden surge of feelings.
“…You’re a bit late.”
Eunseok grumbled in a deliberately curt voice, hoarse and choked.
Only then did Choi Hanseo kneel down. His figure filled Eunseok’s field of vision. Like his shoes soaked in blood, his entire body was also covered in blood.
As their eyes met, a faint smile appeared on Choi Hanseo’s expressionless face. When the smile reached Choi Hanseo’s eyes, which had been like dark pits, a deep sense of relief finally filled Eunseok’s chest.
Choi Hanseo stretched out both arms and embraced Eunseok. His embrace, once again enveloping Eunseok, was so familiar and comforting that the tension in his body and mind, which he had been desperately holding onto, completely relaxed. Choi Hanseo hugged Eunseok tightly, almost painfully. His hot breath fell on Eunseok’s crown.
“You’ve been through a lot. Let’s go home now.”
Choi Hanseo whispered.
Going home. Repeating those words in his mind, Eunseok closed his heavy eyes.
