LTDC Ch 2

If only he could turn back time, Kim Dongwoo would ensure that the CrossFit instructor never crossed paths with Seo Jihoon. Entertaining this futile thought, he endured the relentless barrage of curses erupting from the backseat, and the intermittent kicks to his passenger seat, trying to maintain his composure by silently reciting the names of his beloved children, who were, at this very moment, happily occupied at school and kindergarten.

As soon as he confirmed that the man Seo Jihoon had assaulted earlier had no familial connection, nor even a simple acquaintance, with the CrossFit instructor, Kim Dongwoo contacted the center’s manager to carry out his boss’s order. He had a distinctly bad feeling about this, but given Seo Jihoon’s incessant growls and foul mood, he couldn’t imagine the chaos that would ensue if he didn’t at least pretend to comply.

Unfortunately, Kim Dongwoo’s professional instincts were often accurate, especially when predicting negative outcomes.

Apprehensive about assigning a newcomer, even a requested one, to a VIP client for one-on-one sessions, the center manager had subtly probed for any dissatisfaction with the existing trainer and repeatedly recommended others with more experience. Kim Dongwoo had countered these suggestions, repeatedly insisting that there were no complaints about the current trainer and that Seo Jihoon simply favored the CrossFit instructor’s coaching style. He had finally managed to secure the instructor for exclusive sessions, only for said instructor to brightly announce his heterosexuality directly to Seo Jihoon on the very first day. Apparently, in an attempt to build rapport with his first grateful private client (who had also, coincidentally, participated in a CrossFit session with him), the instructor had divulged “light” details of his personal life, including his girlfriend of over three years. In other words, it was a disaster born of excessive enthusiasm.

Kim Dongwoo had anticipated this from the start. Although Seo Jihoon behaved like a crude asshole, he was undeniably attractive, and there was no way a straight man handpicked by the discerning Seo Jihoon would be single. Even if he were, he wouldn’t willingly engage in homosexual activities.

It was a stroke of luck that he had remained nearby, just in case. The moment he overheard the conversation, he instinctively sprang into action, fabricating an urgent appointment for Seo Jihoon and separating the two men. Perhaps some semblance of reason remained, as Seo Jihoon simply nodded, quickly finished his shower, and got into the car.

Thanks to his quick thinking, the outburst was confined to the car. Had he left Seo Jihoon there, who knew what kind of tantrum he might have thrown upon realizing the truth. The innocent instructor would have been unjustly fired, and, more importantly, Kim Dongwoo would have been left to deal with the tedious aftermath: apologizing profusely, suppressing any unsavory rumors, and searching for alternative fitness centers near Seo Jihoon’s home. Since Seo Jihoon was always on edge except for a day or two each month, a few extra curses wouldn’t end the world. Absolutely not.

“Fucking, goddamn……”

While Kim Dongwoo internally cursed and lamented his fate, Seo Jihoon collapsed onto the backseat, his anger seemingly dissipated. Expressing rage also required considerable energy, and he was nearly drained after spending the past few days exploding almost hourly, not to mention having just finished a workout. He couldn’t fathom the ridicule he would face from Chairman Seo if he collapsed from excessive agitation over such a trivial matter.

Determined to protect his sanity from further depletion, Seo Jihoon attempted a form of self-hypnosis. Hadn’t he made the request impulsively, in a fit of anger? In his nine years of working in Korea, he had encountered only a handful of gay men outside of those he met at the aesthetic center. Even if, miraculously, the CrossFit instructor were gay, he had no further plan. He hadn’t harbored any grand ambitions of seducing the man, he simply found him attractive.

In conclusion, he needed to calm the fuck down. If word reached Chairman Seo, or even worse, Director Park, that he had caused a scene in a public place because a newly appointed “male” trainer didn’t reciprocate his interest, the consequences would be dire. He shuddered to imagine the repercussions at the company, fueled by his mother’s wrath. He had to regularly put the increasingly senile and insubordinate executives in their place, but if his outbursts affected the hardworking employees and created a tense atmosphere, it would ultimately be detrimental to Seogwang Construction, and therefore, to himself.

Although he had managed to contain the situation, he still felt incredibly frustrated. It was as if he was bowing his head in defeat to the pathetic reality of not even being able to attempt to seduce a man he found attractive. The prospect of an uncomfortable dinner awaiting him further exacerbated his mood.

“Is tomorrow Saturday?”

“Yes, CEO.”

“Report to me when you arrive, then you can leave after. I’ll get to bed early tonight.”

Kim Dongwoo found it hard to believe that Seo Jihoon, after his incessant complaints, had suddenly offered the good news of an early dismissal and fallen silent. He glanced at the backseat through the rearview mirror. Seo Jihoon lay there quietly with his eyes closed. Hoping he would remain docile at least until they reached home, Kim Dongwoo postponed asking about the newly appointed, and already problematic, trainer. He also felt slightly uneasy at Seo Jihoon’s unusual compliance. Perhaps he was planning to summon him in the middle of his rare weeknight family dinner.

On second thought, Kim Dongwoo cautiously relaxed. Seo Jihoon had never personally done such a thing. Although his foul temper, combined with his wealth and stamina, made him a walking disaster, he thankfully possessed a certain restraint that precariously maintained a semblance of balance.

There was a glimmer of hope. As long as nothing triggered his anger – which was admittedly near impossible – as long as he was fed on time and supplied with a steady stream of snacks, he might be grumpy, but at least approachable enough for cautious banter. And, assuming there were no unfortunate incidents, a thorough workout at the aesthetic center usually kept him relatively calm until at least the following day.

The downside, of course, was the burden of knowing, in excruciating detail, the sexual exploits of his boss with at least two top-position men. It came with the territory, even though he genuinely had no desire to know. Despite his repeated pleas to the madams to prevent any attempts at blackmail, someone always popped up eventually, causing him considerable headaches.

The aesthetic center escapades were just a small part of his job. There were numerous other issues demanding his attention, but with Seo Jihoon as his direct superior, he had nowhere to vent his frustrations, so he simply persevered. He often marveled at the things Seo Jihoon, six years his junior, got up to, but having heard countless stories from security guards during his own time protecting VIPs about the trials and tribulations of serving demanding bosses, he regularly reminded himself that working under Seo Jihoon, who at least didn’t use money to manipulate people, was far better.

Glancing once more at the still-quiet Seo Jihoon in the backseat, Kim Dongwoo turned his attention to the increasingly congested traffic ahead. He found strength in the thought of others enduring even more difficult circumstances.

As soon as he entered his home, Seo Jihoon removed his tie and watch. After receiving a brief report from Kim Dongwoo on the sofa, he dismissed him as promised and spent the remaining time before his family dinner scrolling through his phone.

He had been using the same phone model for over two years. Since he rarely used it, and never threw it around, it looked almost brand new. He mostly conducted business on his work phone, which Kim Dongwoo usually took home, and his personal communication was limited to Seo Jaehoon and the occasional, unsolicited messages from Seo Jihee. He didn’t play games, and mostly used his phone for music and occasional searches. He rarely felt the need to carry it around.

The same could be said for his house, which he had lived in for nine years. Director Park had chosen the house, and the housekeeper from his family home had furnished it, so it had felt lived-in from the moment he moved in. However, he felt no attachment to it, perhaps because nothing in it bore his personal touch. Even now, he rarely ventured beyond his bedroom and dressing room.

Following his instructions to ensure the house was empty after work hours, the only presence was, as always, his own. He wished he could simply lie down and stay there, but he never could.

He glanced at his battery level, which was over 70% despite not having charged it since yesterday morning, then reluctantly checked the time. 18:33. He was too tired to even curse. He removed his earphones, put them back in their case, placed them neatly on the glass table in front of the sofa along with his phone, put his watch and tie back on, and stood up.

Knowing it was time for his family dinner, his security team had already retrieved his car from the garage and started the engine. He opened the driver’s side door, got in, located his smart key, put it in his pocket, shifted gears, and drove towards his family home, trying to maintain an empty mind.

The unusually light traffic meant he arrived early. While pleased to have secured a spot on the first floor of the parking garage, he didn’t want to face the cacophony of his nieces and nephews just yet, so he remained in the car. Dinner was scheduled for 7:20 pm, so he only needed to go in five minutes beforehand. Lost in thought, arms crossed, he stared blankly ahead. A knock on the car window startled him. Seeing no one, he rolled down the window and leaned out slightly. Seo Jaehoon’s six-year-old daughter, Seo Yeoreum, stood there alone.

“Where’s Dad?”

“Over there with Mom.”

For fuck’s sake. He could picture them arguing in the garden, leaving their children unattended in the car. Sighing, he rolled up the window, got out of the car, and took his niece’s hand. Scanning the area, he spotted Seo Jaehoon’s car tucked away in a corner, the back door ajar. He retrieved two-year-old Seo Yeomin, who was on the verge of tears in his car seat, closed the back door with his foot, and carried both children inside.

“Why, why?”

Frightened by their parents’ absence, Yeomin buried his face in Seo Jihoon’s shoulder and started crying as soon as he was put down. Holding Yeomin in his right arm and Yeoreum’s hand in his left, which he then abandoned due to her small stature, scooping her up as well, he entered the house.

“Hey, do you have any baby snacks?”

“Mr. Raheok, rice puffs, rice puffs.”

The others, who were already there, were surprised to see him arrive with the crying children. Taking advantage of the momentary confusion, Seo Jihoon settled onto the living room sofa. He accepted the snacks offered by Seo Jihee, who had brought her daughter and left her with her husband, and gave them to Yeomin. He then attempted to comfort Yeoreum, who clung to his side, but with little success. Seeing her younger brother crying for their father while clutching his snacks, Yeoreum also started to whimper. It was understandable, considering she was only six years old and probably feeling insecure. He decided to let them cry it out, preferably while Chairman Seo was absent.

“Ah, shut up!!”

He turned sharply towards the voice and saw Yoon Junhyeok, Seo Jiyeong’s insufferably spoiled son. He was about to get up and throttle the child, regardless of his parentage, when the boy’s father preempted him with a roar and a sharp smack to the head. He was about to deliver a kick of his own when the children’s names, called out in desperation, stopped him.

“I’m sorry, Dad’s sorry.”

Seo Jaehoon rushed in, his face pale, having finally realized his children were missing. Relieved to see them safe, he scooped up Yeoreum, who clung to his leg. Yeomin, who had been clinging to Seo Jihoon like a koala, reached out for his father and was transferred into his arms. Seo Jaehoon sank heavily onto the sofa. Noticing the snot and tears smeared on his right shoulder where Yeomin had buried his face, he looked around for something to wipe it with.

“That’ll stain. Wipe it quickly.”

Seo Inyeop offered him two wet wipes. Accepting them, Seo Jihoon dabbed at his jacket a few times, then stood up, pretending to look for a trash can. Suddenly wanting to leave, he stared towards the hallway leading to the front door. Seo Jihee, who had approached him unnoticed, poked him sharply in the side with her thumb. He glared at her.

“You know how to hold kids. Hold Rahee for a bit.”

“Ah, no.”

“You little shit, you’re openly discriminating.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, for fuck’s sake.”

Seo Jihoon pushed Seo Jihee away and sat back down next to Seo Jaehoon, not bothering to hide his annoyance. The children quickly calmed down in their father’s arms. Soothed by his gentle voice and having their faces wiped clean with the handkerchief he had around Yeomin’s neck, they looked much better. He pinched Yeomin’s chubby cheeks as the child finally brought the snack, which he had stubbornly refused to let go of even while crying, to his mouth. When Yeomin started whining and swatting at his hand, Seo Jihoon turned his attention back to Seo Jaehoon.

“Where’s your wife?”

“She’ll be here eventually.”

“Why again?”

“She’s being petty.”

The sight of Seo Jaehoon suppressing his anger in front of his children was still unfamiliar. As was the bizarre phenomenon of Seo Jaehoon arguing with his wife. He was the type to placate her with a smile and let her have her way, even if he grumbled behind her back. He wanted to say something, but it felt inappropriate to lecture a married man with two children about parenting and family matters, so he kept his mouth shut. Socially speaking, Seo Jaehoon, born seven minutes earlier, was the more mature one.

Chairman Seo, having removed her makeup and changed into comfortable clothes, came downstairs, and everyone gathered at the dining table. Whatever had happened earlier in the day had put her in high spirits, creating a surprisingly pleasant atmosphere from the start, with light banter flowing easily.

However, the adjacent seats were not so harmonious. Seo Jaehoon avoided looking at his wife, who had been glaring at him from across the living room, and the hired help assisting Yeomin with his meal in the high chair kept glancing nervously at them. Feeling awkward, Seo Jihoon focused on his food. Perhaps Chairman Seo had requested it, but the table was laden with various seasoned vegetable dishes, reminiscent of an ancestral rite. He felt like a rabbit, but he considered it a blessing. He doubted he could stomach any meat right now.

“I’m going to Silicon Valley tomorrow. For a week, I think?”

Everyone’s attention turned to Chairman Seo, who had, unusually, announced her own schedule instead of Director Park. Silicon Valley meant a business trip to the Seogwang Electronics research facility. Seo Jihoon suppressed a sneer, clearly hearing Seo Inyeop mentally calculating his vacation plans upon hearing the good news, which he undoubtedly already knew.

“You brats, are you already planning on having fun while Mom’s away?”

Judging by the smile on her face, she was genuinely in a good mood. A week was enough time for a trip to a European country, but as always, he couldn’t go, bound to keep a watchful eye on the old geezers. He didn’t have any strong desire to go anywhere, anyway. A week of indulging in copious sex, enjoying his favorite foods in a post-coital haze, and sleeping in sounded far more appealing than being dragged to his family home. He felt the familiar pang of resentment at the inefficiency of these family dinners, but kept his expression neutral.

“I’m thinking of taking the kids to Jeju Island. The weather’s getting nice, so the scenery should be beautiful. Want to come?”

Seo Jaehoon, looking at him instead of his wife, brought up Jeju Island. He appreciated Seo Jaehoon always including him in his vacation plans, but the earlier marital dispute, complete with abandoned children, made him hesitant to respond. Pretending not to hear the last part, he mumbled something about them having a good time and focused on his food.

In exchange for the officially sanctioned week-long vacation, dessert time in the living room was extended. Everyone seemed to consider it a small sacrifice for the greater good, their faces beaming despite the significantly later-than-usual departure time.

The children, bored by the incomprehensible and uninteresting adult conversation, had retreated to their rooms, while the younger ones slept on the sofas or in their parents’ arms. Seo Jihoon, however, understood every word, his ears perked for any information that might benefit him. He helped himself to a generous portion of dessert. The vegetable-heavy dinner had left him hungry. He finished his share and accepted the uneaten pound cake offered by Seo Jihee, cutting into it with his fork while listening intently to the conversation dominated by Chairman Seo, facilitated by Seo Inyeop, validated by Seo Jiyeong, punctuated by Seo Jaehoon’s occasional quips, disrupted by Seo Jihee’s outbursts, and feebly attempted by Seo Seunghoon.

The non-Seo spouses mostly nodded, smiled, or remained silent, rarely speaking unless directly addressed. He could imagine how demoralizing it must be for them, accustomed to speaking their minds and holding their heads high, even if their family businesses paled in comparison to Seogwang.

However, Seo Jihoon always felt Seo Jiyeong’s husband had no right to feel aggrieved. Seo Jiyeong had met Yoon Chanseok, whose father was a middle school teacher and whose mother was a cram school accountant, in college. When she presented him to Chairman Seo as her future husband, she had been promptly grabbed by the hair. A conveniently timed premarital pregnancy had allowed her to achieve her goal the same year she graduated. Chairman Seo, clearly displeased by the prospect of in-laws who couldn’t even afford a fraction of the dowry, had initially refused to acknowledge Yoon Chanseok as her son-in-law. However, after more than ten years, she seemed to have finally accepted him, or at least tolerated him. Although she still hadn’t granted him an executive position, let alone a CEO title, in any of her subsidiaries, she no longer interfered with Seo Jiyeong’s constant showering of gifts on her in-laws, presumably to boost Yoon Chanseok’s standing within the family. Although his marriage to the Seogwang family had effectively ended any prospects of a proper career, he had become a rare rags-to-riches story, so he had no reason to complain. Absolutely not.

On the other hand, Kang Hyunyeong, Seo Jaehoon’s wife, always seemed to carry a bitter expression. She had given up her promising career in Korean dance, the youngest daughter of a well-established mid-sized distribution company, to marry into the family, only to endure years of constant fighting. Although Seo Jihoon was convinced that Seo Jaehoon was largely to blame, he adhered to the golden rule of not interfering in marital affairs. Any attempt on his part, Seo Jaehoon’s identical twin, to offer comfort would only complicate matters. It was their fate, he could only observe.

Seo Jihee, twice as temperamental as Seo Jaehoon, had married the son of a law firm CEO and, as predicted, had spent years threatening divorce before finally going through with it last year, shortly after giving birth to a daughter. He had been somewhat shocked to see her swollen face and body during his obligatory visit to the postpartum care center after she had relentlessly pestered him to see the baby.

He had vaguely heard that Seo Seunghoon was seeing the daughter of someone in the food industry, but he didn’t pay much attention and didn’t really care what became of him.

Snapping out of his reverie about other people’s families, Seo Jihoon tried to refocus on the Seos’ conversation. He kept getting distracted, probably because, unlike usual, they weren’t discussing business or any relevant information, only their own mundane affairs. Perhaps it was the meager dinner, but he was feeling increasingly hungry despite the snacks and tea. Deciding to use the restroom as an excuse to contemplate his late-night snack options, he stood up.

Avoiding the children, he went upstairs to the second-floor bathroom. Washing his hands, he considered his options. He had glimpsed the time on his way up – almost 9 pm. He wondered how many restaurants would still be open. Since it was Friday, it didn’t really matter what he ate. He decided to drive around and see what was available. He would eat well, sleep in to reduce any puffiness, and then go to the gym.

His thoughts naturally drifted to the trainer Kim Dongwoo had painstakingly replaced. Asking for another change after just one day would undoubtedly invite unwanted comments. He would have to endure the trainer for a while longer. Perhaps the trainer was all style and no substance… He mentally disparaged the trainer, likening himself to a fox eyeing sour grapes, then, feeling a pang of self-pity, he stopped and opened the bathroom door. He jumped back in surprise, startled by Seo Jaehoon standing right outside.

“Fuck, you scared me.”

“What are you doing?~”

“Hey, help me pick out a late-night snack.”

“Hungry? Want me to make you something?”

“I’m going to buy something.”

“I wonder what’s open at this hour? Chicken?”

He started with chicken, then moved on to tteokbokki, jokbal, enthusiastically listing various late-night snack options despite not being particularly fond of food himself, only to conclude that he would cook something at home. It seemed convenient to have three live-in housekeepers because of the children, but Seo Jihoon also wondered if it wasn’t uncomfortable. He couldn’t imagine sharing a roof with anyone, no matter how large the house or how many spare rooms there were. He couldn’t fathom how he had managed it in the past.

Jeju Island was mentioned again, but the image of the old geezers scheming in his absence flashed through his mind, and he firmly declined. He felt a pang of guilt at Seo Jaehoon’s evident disappointment, but he didn’t push the matter, simply suggesting they plan for another time. Seo Jihoon descended the stairs, listening to Seo Jaehoon chattering beside him, and returned to his seat.

Before he could catch up on the conversation he’d missed, Seo Jaehoon, eager to wrap things up, cheerfully brought up vacation plans again. Chairman Seo, in a benevolent mood, encouraged everyone to share their ideas.

“Chanseok, how about Canada for us?”

“Sounds perfect~”

“Uh, what about the kids’ school?”

“They’ll have to miss a few days. They don’t really care about perfect attendance awards these days.”

“Why go so far for just a few days? You’ll spend half the time just on the plane.”

“That’s why I’m going to Vietnam! Oppa, you’re going somewhere too, right, Inyeop?”

“We’re going to California. I’ll be accompanying Mom on her business trip for a few days.”

“Working even on vacation? Your wife must be disappointed.”

“Not at all~ It’s not like it’ll be all work.”

“Judging by the atmosphere, I should take Yeyoung somewhere too.”

“Go to Singapore for a short trip. Rent a car and drive around, that’s all you need.”

“If Jaehoon Hyung recommends it, I trust it. I’ll go then.”

“Are you sending your brother-in-law off alone again?”

Of the two people Seo Jaehoon’s wife could address as “brother-in-law,” only one was currently single. Seo Jihoon absently pushed the crumbs of his pound cake around with his fork, half-listening to the excited chatter. The sudden silence prompted him to look up. He offered a brief smile to his sister-in-law, Kang Hyunyeong, who had spoken up without prompting.

“He’s busy.”

As he was about to lower his head again after his curt reply, she pressed further.

“Please take it easy. I’m worried because there’s no one to look after you.”

“I’m healthy.”

“You can’t just work all the time. You’re human.”

“……Hey, Kang Hyunyeong.”

“Why? I’m just asking. He’ll manage.”

“Come on, even so, what fun is it to be alone? Mother, how about finding a partner for your brother-in-law?”

The atmosphere in the room plummeted as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over everyone’s heads. Kang Hyunyeong, also sensing the unexpected chill, slowly erased the smile from her face, her eyes darting around the room, gauging everyone’s reactions. Suppressing the urge to curse at having become the unwitting cause of the sudden tension, Seo Jihoon attempted to excuse himself.

“Mom!!”

Direct hit. The teacup, thrown with practiced aim, struck his left forehead with perfect accuracy. He momentarily saw white, the force of the impact, amplified by the chairman’s years of weightlifting despite being in her mid-60s, sending two shards of the antique teacup into his thigh. He clutched his forehead with his left hand, his mouth opening and closing silently.

“Jihoon, are you okay?!”

Seo Jaehoon’s voice, laced with concern, reached him, even though he was the one who had been hit. The thrown teacup apparently hadn’t appeased Chairman Seo’s fury. Her voice boomed from across the room as she stormed off, demanding cigarettes and Director Park. Seo Jihee, after letting out a curse, threw her tea fork on the table.

“Sister-in-law, why are you so clueless?!”

“If you’re going to yell, yell at me! Are you happy now that you’ve dragged Jihoon into this?!”

The decibel level coming from Seo Jaehoon was startling. Seo Inyeop physically intervened, urging him to calm down for the sake of the children. The startled cries of the now-awake babies added to the chaos. His head still throbbing, Seo Jihoon saw the stunned disbelief on Kang Hyunyeong’s face and realized that Seo Jaehoon hadn’t told his wife anything.

His empathy only extended so far. Disoriented from the unexpected blow to the head, and, more importantly, in excruciating pain, he stood up. He gently pushed Seo Jaehoon, who was about to follow, back towards the children and walked away as quickly as he could.

Outed not once, but twice. Although he hadn’t explicitly declared it himself, it was as if he had reminded those who knew and helpfully informed those who didn’t. He cursed, wondering whose tune he was supposed to dance to when he, the one who wanted a quiet life, was constantly being dragged into these situations.

He had been in such a hurry to start the car that he only noticed his damp hands after he had driven off. He assumed it was from the remaining tea in his cup, but when his forehead continued to feel wet long after, he turned on the interior light at a red light and saw blood. Already smeared on the steering wheel, he had no way to clean it, so he simply punched the horn in frustration.

It wasn’t his usual visit to the aesthetic center, so he didn’t have his personal phone. Unable to contact his security team leader and his mood rapidly deteriorating, he punched the steering wheel again and drove straight to the aesthetic center.

Just before reaching his destination, a convenience store on the first floor of the adjacent building caught his eye. He parked and went inside, grabbing a large cup of instant noodles. The cashier, startled by the blood streaming down his forehead, pointed at his own forehead. Seo Jihoon simply nodded curtly in response, took his card back, and sat down at an empty table. He tore open the packaging, added hot water, and waited. He devoured the slightly undercooked noodles and broth, then, cleaning up his trash, glanced at the refrigerators. A chocolate-covered ice cream bar caught his eye, and he bought it as a palate cleanser.

He tore open the packaging, tossed it in the trash, and took a large bite as soon as he stepped outside. Thick chocolate coating gave way to intensely rich chocolate ice cream. The sweetness was so overwhelming it felt almost numbing.

Instead of getting back into his car, he plopped down on the curb and continued to eat. Another bite, slowly savored on his tongue, made his closed eyelids flutter involuntarily. At less than five thousand won, it was an incredibly efficient investment, far more satisfying than browsing catalogs and accumulating watches. This was why he enjoyed it. Food, or dicks, the simple act of taking something in brought immense pleasure. How could he possibly give that up? He resolved to do everything in his power to maintain his current lifestyle, to continue indulging in daily sex and delicious food.

“Do I look like I’m desperate enough to go crawling to auditions? The nerve of that guy, telling me where to go. He should be grateful I’d even consider his debut project, he should be begging me on his knees…!”

Just as his mood had begun to lift, a loud, alcohol-tinged voice shattered the peace. His annoyance returning, he glanced towards the source of the noise. A large figure, cigarette dangling from his lips, was striding towards him while talking on the phone, the volume increasing with every step. Seo Jihoon frowned. The man seemed oblivious to his surroundings, yelling into the phone several more times before ending the call and stopping right in front of him. The cloud of cigarette smoke drifted towards Seo Jihoon, who finally spoke.

“Could you put out your cigarette?”

“Who the hell are you to order me around?”

“It stinks, asshole.”

“If you don’t like the smell, then get the fuck out of here. If you’re pissed off about getting hit, take it up with whoever hit you, you pathetic piece of shit. Don’t take it out on me.”

The man spat out his cigarette, stepped closer, and then, defiantly, lit another one. The smell intensified. Seo Jihoon stared at him.

Ah, Do Seunghwa. Recognizing the man as the lead actor from a movie he’d seen, thanks to the streetlight and the glow from the convenience store, Seo Jihoon chuckled and cursed. Curious about the man’s reaction, he took another bite of his ice cream, his eyes fixed on Do Seunghwa. Perhaps sensing Seo Jihoon’s recognition and assuming he was plotting something, Do Seunghwa, despite looking uneasy, didn’t back down. The opportune moment for an apology had passed when he lit the second cigarette. Seo Jihoon was contemplating his next move when another man approached.

“Woojoo.”

“Tsk, Director Choi.”

“Why are you acting like this, even to me! Can’t you see I’m angry?”

“I told you not to leave. It’s complicated to get back in.”

Aside from the annoyingly nagging tone, the mention of difficulty getting back in gave Seo Jihoon the impression that this newcomer, likely searching for Do Seunghwa, was a client of the aesthetic center. ……It would be best to avoid any confrontation. He didn’t recognize this “Director Choi,” but there was no guarantee he wouldn’t encounter him again. It would be unnecessarily troublesome to escalate the situation. He decided to ignore them and focus on getting laid. He finished his ice cream, letting the last bite melt in his mouth.

“Is he your Hyung?”

“No, he’s always like this.”

Ignoring the two men discussing him, Seo Jihoon looked around for a place to discard his ice cream stick. Finding no suitable trash cans nearby, he was about to get up and go back into the convenience store when a hand holding a handkerchief appeared in front of him.

“You’re bleeding.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

At his curt refusal, the man slowly scanned him from head to toe, then smiled knowingly and crouched down beside him, offering the handkerchief.

“Cheer up. You get a lot of difficult customers, huh?”

“Is that it?”

Do Seunghwa scoffed and flicked his cigarette ash. Never in his life had he been mistaken for a prostitute. Seo Jihoon forced a smile and took the handkerchief from the man’s hand. Judging by his association with Do Seunghwa, this man was likely in the entertainment industry as well. He already knew Do Seunghwa, but he narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the self-proclaimed Director Choi, determined to remember him.

He had that typical wannabe-celebrity hairstyle, medium length with a permed side part……. Thankfully, it was a memorable face. He would recognize him again, even if the details blurred. Was he an entertainment director, or something else? He had a strong feeling it was the former. Perhaps a rich kid who failed to make it as a celebrity and started an entertainment agency instead. He seemed too young to be a director. But then again, it was the perfect position for stealing credit and shifting blame.

“Why are you staring at me like that? Got something on my face?”

“No. It’s just been a while since I’ve encountered such audacity.”

“Hey, why are you taking your anger out on us?”

He would deal with Do Seunghwa later. Ignoring him, Seo Jihoon dropped the handkerchief on the ground as if discarding a rejected proposal. The man’s expression soured, seemingly offended by the prostitute’s rejection of his kindness.

“May I have your business card?”

“What for?”

“I’ll contact you later.”

“Woojoo, let’s go.”

“Director Choi.”

Apparently being addressed incorrectly by someone he knew was more offensive than a stranger asking for his business card, as the man turned to Do Seunghwa. He clearly outranked Do Seunghwa, who grumbled incoherently, avoiding eye contact. The man pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, taking a few puffs and blowing the smoke towards Seo Jihoon before finally pulling out his wallet and searching for a business card.

“Definitely call me. I’m not interested in anything boring.”

What a pain in the ass. If his behavior was a result of associating with entertainers, Seo Jihoon resolved to avoid any interaction with people in that industry for the rest of his life.

SH Entertainment

CEO Director WJ. Choi

As he had suspected, an entertainment industry type. He had no interest in, or connection to, that world, so he would ask Seo Jihee later. He shoved the business card into his pocket, too lazy to put it in his wallet. His head throbbed, so he simply pushed himself off the ground with his hand instead of nodding. He had valet parked his car, so he started walking towards the main entrance of the aesthetic center, ignoring Do Seunghwa’s scoffs behind him.

🔮

“CEO! Good heavens, where’s your director…?!”

The staff rushed out, alarmed by the sight of a high-spending client entering through the main entrance unannounced, his head bleeding. Seo Jihoon touched his forehead. The blood had dried, leaving behind an unpleasant stickiness.

“Don’t worry about it. Get me a room, I’m staying the night. Are there any available escorts, or are they all booked?”

“I can inquire, but it’s Friday night, so it’s unlikely anyone’s available.”

“Oh well.”

Everyone’s busy these days. He sighed and looked around for a trash can. A quick-witted lobby staff member hurried over and took the ice cream stick from him, disposing of it discreetly. Seo Jihoon nodded his thanks and followed the manager towards the restroom.

He looked at himself in the brightly lit mirror. He was a mess. Dried blood caked his hand and forehead. He washed his face and asked for a toothbrush and toothpaste. He also requested cleansing foam and a towel, accepting his jacket from the attendant, accustomed to being waited on. He examined the cleaned wound. It would definitely bruise, which meant he would have to work from home for a while to avoid the inevitable taunts. The timing couldn’t be worse. Why did this have to happen now, when he needed to be constantly vigilant and available?

He agreed to have his wound treated while waiting for his room to be prepared and was led to a reception room. Two medical staff members entered, a level of service usually reserved for his… other activities.

“Will it scar?”

“It’s just a superficial scratch. With proper care, it shouldn’t leave a scar.”

That was a relief. Seo Jihoon closed his eyes, arms crossed, and waited for the dressing to be applied.

“Excuse me, CEO. May I speak?”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“I’ve made some calls, but there are no escorts available at the moment. Two of your regulars said they could be here around one o’clock. They did mention they might not be in top condition……”

“Ah…… then it’s fine. Just prepare a massage.”

He would rather skip it altogether than wait until the early hours for some half-hearted encounter. He was reminded of the importance of making reservations. Two frustrating incidents, a blow to the head from Chairman Seo, and no prospect of sex. He could confidently declare this the shittiest day of the year.

Nodding at the information that his room would be ready shortly, he stared blankly at the sleek black table, a vague sense of unease settling over him. It was odd. He had experienced enough in a single day to keep him on edge for a week, yet he wasn’t enraged, merely vaguely annoyed. Whatever had dampened his anger, it was slowly dissipating. He sighed and closed his eyes tightly.

He was tired. He didn’t even care about the missed opportunity for sex. He just wanted to lie down. He thought about Kang Hyunyeong’s failed attempt to set him up, presumably to distance him from Seo Jaehoon. She probably assumed he was still single and gallivanting around with Seo Jaehoon, chasing women. If so, she was mistaken. And if she genuinely thought he was lonely, then he apologized for her misplaced concern.

He couldn’t predict his future feelings, but right now, the prospect of sex didn’t appeal to him. He would be confined to his home until his injury healed anyway. He might as well take care of himself, since, as someone had pointed out, he had no one else to do it for him. In the nine years since he had been forced into Seogwang Construction, he had never taken a proper break, even when he had the opportunity. He was being relentlessly overworked, a situation worthy of reporting to both the labor ministry and the human rights commission. He had already lost his shares in Serin Hotel and endured his fair share of abuse. He deserved a break.

He decided to take a short trip abroad, away from prying eyes. He could probably only spare two or three days, so Taiwan seemed like the perfect destination. He immediately summoned an attendant, borrowed a phone, and called Kim Dongwoo. Despite it being well past ten o’clock, Kim Dongwoo answered quickly after a few rings.

“Book me a flight to Kaohsiung tomorrow and a hotel room. Doesn’t matter what seat. Two nights.”

—Should I make arrangements for someone to accompany you?

“I’m going alone. Just send the booking information to my phone.”

He could almost picture Kim Dongwoo’s relieved expression at not having to follow him around overseas on a weekend. Chuckling, Seo Jihoon followed the attendant, who was politely gesturing towards his room, as soon as the call ended.

As the elevator ascended, he felt a wave of dizziness. Ignoring the attendant’s concerned inquiries, he clutched his head, then decided he was too tired for a massage. He handed the attendant the tip he had prepared for the massage therapist.

As soon as he entered the room, the attendant began bustling around, dimming the lights, turning down the bed, and meticulously undoing his tie and shirt buttons. While the attendant hung up his jacket, shirt, and tie, Seo Jihoon slipped into a robe to preserve his modesty. Remembering his car parked outside the convenience store, he handed over his smart key and arranged for valet parking.

He took off his trousers after the attendant left, leaving the unbuckled belt lying where it fell, then shed his robe and collapsed onto the bed as if falling into someone’s arms.

He must have been exhausted. His eyes closed the moment his head hit the pillow. As a child, he had been so particular about his sleeping arrangements that he couldn’t sleep anywhere but his own bed. Now, he could fall asleep anywhere, oblivious to his surroundings. He had certainly changed. These trivial thoughts, destined to be forgotten by morning, faded as he drifted off to sleep, too tired to even reach for the light switch. He pulled the blanket over himself and fell into a deep slumber.

Despite having slept soundly without interruption and waking up naturally without an alarm, he woke with a pounding headache, as if he had been drinking heavily. Groaning, he burrowed deeper into the bed, clutching his head. Perhaps he should go to the hospital and get a scan. The throbbing pain around the point of impact made him dread looking in the mirror.

He checked his injury while showering. A dark bruise, larger than the hydrocolloid bandage applied the night before, bloomed on his forehead. He had maintained a regent cut hairstyle ever since he started working, so there was no way to hide it. He would either have to work from home or advertise his injury to the world.

Thankfully, the pain subsided after he drank some water and lay back down. He wanted to stay in bed, but the urge to exert his authority as CEO spurred him to get dressed. He noticed a pale stain on the right shoulder of the jacket Yeomin had cried on.

Deciding to stop by his home to change and retrieve his phone and other belongings, he checked for his wallet, his only possession at the moment. Satisfied that it was still there, he instinctively patted his other pockets and found a business card in his right trouser pocket. The incident from the night before came flooding back. Although he was currently consumed by resentment, he knew that once he returned from Taiwan and his mood improved, he would likely forget about it. He was already feeling remarkably forgiving.

He went downstairs to retrieve his smart key from the manager, who immediately offered to change his dressing. Without inquiring about the cause of his injury, the manager replaced the bandage with a larger, opaque foam-type hydrocolloid bandage that effectively concealed the bruise. Pleased with the result, Seo Jihoon left a generous tip and took the elevator to the basement parking garage.

He quickly located his car among the few parked there. Pressing the smart key from afar to unlock the doors, he strolled over and got in. An unfamiliar scent made him frown momentarily, then he realized the blood he had smeared on the steering wheel had been meticulously cleaned. Such attentiveness. He felt slightly guilty for the small tip he had given earlier.

Feeling hungry, he looked around for a place to eat, but found nothing appealing. He checked his watch. Just past 8 am. He hadn’t slept in as late as he thought. Relieved, he started to calculate his departure time, then stopped. He didn’t have his phone, so he had no idea when his flight was. He had packed light clothes for his short trip, aside from the change of clothes he had with him, and if he had his phone, he would already be on his way to Incheon Airport. He grumbled about the inconvenience, then stopped, remembering his passport.

Inconvenience aside, he needed to eat, so he stopped at a franchise bakery that opened early. He fought the urge to buy everything in sight, limiting himself to five items. He ate a sausage bun in the car to quell his hunger and then drove home quickly, intending to eat the rest there. The light morning traffic was a blessing.

As soon as he stepped out of his car at his home, his security team flinched, their eyes drawn to his injured forehead. Unfazed, he looped the bakery bag over his wrist, handed his smart key to the valet, and beckoned to his new secretary, who had rushed out to greet him.

“I’m going to Taiwan today, so check the weather.”

With that instruction, Seo Jihoon strode into his house, searching for his phone.

He ate half of the prepared breakfast, then lay down on the sofa and ate one of the pastries. He opened his phone and saw 23 missed calls, 18 text messages, and 44 messenger notifications. He sighed, assuming most were from Seo Jaehoon. He decided to wait until they were both calmer before responding.

He checked the message from Kim Dongwoo, which contained the booking information for a direct flight to Kaohsiung at 8:15 pm, economy class. He had been slightly anxious about missing his flight, but realizing he had more time than he thought, he relaxed. The message also included a helpful note explaining that the only direct flight was on a budget airline, Air Young, a subsidiary of K Air, with no in-flight meals and less comfortable seating. Anticipating his arrival in the middle of the night, which would effectively waste a day, Kim Dongwoo had booked the flight for three days later. He had also booked a one-way ticket for the day before, in case of any schedule changes.

Such initiative. Kim Dongwoo, despite his security background, had initially lacked the finesse required for secretarial work and had been the target of numerous reprimands. However, he had clearly learned quickly, now anticipating his needs without explicit instructions. Trusting Kim Dongwoo’s judgment, Seo Jihoon didn’t bother checking the hotel details and simply listened to the weather report from his secretary, who had arrived after he rang the doorbell.

“It’s supposed to be clear tomorrow, but it will rain continuously starting the day after. The temperature is between late spring and early summer, so you can dress lightly, but you might want to bring a thin cardigan.”

“The flight’s at 8 pm, so let me know when it’s time.”

“Yes, CEO. Should I arrange for a driver?”

“Yes.”

“What would you like for lunch?”

“Uh…… Hwedupbap. Salmon and tuna only.”

He was disappointed about losing a day due to the rain, but at least one day would be clear. He instructed his secretary to exchange some currency while he was out getting lunch and to purchase anything else he might need. There wasn’t much else to worry about for a short trip.

He ate a red bean cream bun while packing a leather Boston bag with a change of clothes, socks, underwear, a charger, and face lotion. He tossed the bag onto the sofa and changed into comfortable cotton sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

He put his phone and passport in the kangaroo pocket of his sweatshirt and checked the pockets of his previous outfit before tossing them into the laundry basket. He found his wallet in his jacket and the business card in his trouser pocket. Lacking a better place, he put the bloodstained card in his wallet and the wallet in his hoodie pocket.

He lay down on the sofa and fell asleep almost instantly. He woke up around lunchtime, ate the remaining pastries, and waited for his lunch, which arrived promptly. While eating, he suddenly remembered he had skipped his morning workout. Not only today, but for the foreseeable future, given his current condition. His mood soured. He left his empty plate on the table, brushed his teeth, and went back to sleep on the sofa. He must have been particularly exhausted this week, as he fell asleep again despite having just woken up.

“CEO, you need to wake up.”

He woke to his secretary’s voice ten minutes before five. Still half-asleep, he watched the secretary carry his packed bag to the car before finally getting off the sofa.

He took the envelope of exchanged currency and got into the backseat of the waiting car, stretching his neck. He sat there for a while, arms crossed, lost in thought. Soon after they departed, however, he habitually reached for his tablet. Several proposals had already been submitted to recoup the financial losses and reputational damage from the Yeontan District project, which, despite his best efforts, including extensive lobbying, had been awarded to another company. The proposals focused on urban renewal projects in Seoul and the metropolitan area, but there was also a suggestion for an overseas joint venture. He decided to start with the fewer overseas proposals. A project in the United Arab Emirates caught his eye, but it was already a consortium of Yanggeon Construction, Seongho Construction, Chunman Construction, and Saeum Construction. Hesitant to join at such a late stage, he put it aside for now.

One thought led to another, and time flew by as he frowned at his tablet. He snapped out of his reverie at the driver’s quiet announcement that they were almost at the airport. He put his tablet away and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window. The bandage was indeed quite large.

He went through the airport procedures alone – check-in, purchasing replacement bandages from a pharmacy, security check, immigration – and quickly entered the duty-free area. Perhaps because it was early evening on a Saturday, the airport was less crowded than he expected. Pleased, he bought two cartons of cigarettes for Seo Jaehoon, put them in his bag, and strolled towards his gate.

Only after settling into his seat did he remember to check his phone for things to do in Kaohsiung. He had been there on a business trip two or three years ago, his schedule so tightly packed that he barely had time to eat. He had finally snapped and stormed out of a meeting, entering a random restaurant in a back alley and ordering whatever was available. He had been served baked cod with potatoes and cheese, and it had been delicious. It was strange to have been so impressed by a non-Korean, non-American dish in Taiwan, but it had been memorable nonetheless.

He had regretted not having more time to explore, so he was curious if the restaurant still existed. If it did, he would order the same dish, and also try xiaolongbao and beef noodle soup. Unlike him, who enjoyed even cilantro, Kim Dongwoo had struggled with the local cuisine, subsisting on instant noodles and rice, and ordering takeout from Korean restaurants in the evenings. He wasn’t traveling with Kim Dongwoo this time, and even then, he had only felt a fleeting sympathy for his culinary woes.

He checked his hotel reservation. An ocean-view suite. He wondered if it was unnecessarily large, then rationalized that it must have been chosen for the view. Sex with a view of the night sea would be incredible. He swallowed, suddenly missing the aesthetic center, where the lack of windows allowed for a more controlled atmosphere. He briefly entertained the fantasy of bringing a few escorts or hiring local men, then sighed and dismissed the thought. It was best for his mental health to avoid such unrealistic hopes. He decided to research nearby restaurants instead.

“……?”

His secretary was calling. He wondered what could be so urgent as to warrant a call on a Saturday evening, then a wave of foreboding washed over him. He hesitated, then answered the call.

“What is it?”

—CEO, Director Park is at your house……!

“Director Park……?”

—Chairman Seo is furious that you didn’t show up for dinner…….

“What……?”

She said she was going on a business trip today. The unexpected news made his mind go blank. Missing his flight was inevitable, but how long would it take to get home? He imagined Chairman Seo, fuming, waiting for him. Her wrath echoed in his ears, sending shivers down his spine.

He grabbed his bag and rushed to the airline desk at his gate, accosting the nearest flight attendant. Flustered by his frantic request to cancel his flight, she politely called for a supervisor.

“What is the reason for your flight cancellation, sir?”

What a ridiculous question. Knowing the official procedure would take far too long, Seo Jihoon interrupted the supervisor and scrolled through his contacts. He was flying Air Young, a subsidiary of K Air. He vaguely remembered meeting someone from K Air at a mandatory social gathering. He searched for the name and found a number. Relieved, he swallowed his pride and pressed the call button.

“Hello, Vice President Jung. This is Seo Jihoon from Seogwang Construction. I hope you’re well. I apologize for this sudden call on a Saturday evening, but I have an urgent request.”

—Ah, yes, CEO, it’s been a while. What can I do for you?

Seo Jihoon briefly explained the situation to the bewildered Jung Hoonki, Vice President of K Air, who, thankfully, understood immediately. He expressed his relief that Seo Jihoon hadn’t boarded the plane yet. Seo Jihoon thanked him profusely.

Less than five minutes after the call ended, the purser and a senior flight attendant from his flight approached him quickly. They bowed respectfully, confirming they had received the instructions, and escorted him through a staff-only gate. The purser vouched for him with the airport police, and he exited the duty-free area.

He rushed outside, hailed a taxi, and urged the driver to hurry. Just as he thought he was in the clear, the traffic came to a standstill. He checked the estimated arrival time and, realizing he wouldn’t make it home before 9 pm, he resigned himself to his fate. Staring out the window as they crossed the Yeongjong Bridge, he received a call from Director Park. He punched the taxi seat and sighed repeatedly before reluctantly answering.

—Where are you?

“In a taxi. ……On the Yeongjong Bridge.”

—You idiot, haven’t you learned your lesson?

“For fuck’s sake, you said she was on a business trip. Are you deliberately keeping me in the dark now? If she hates seeing me so much, why does she keep summoning me every day?!”

—Goddamn it, who told you to leave without permission? Tell the driver to stop at the airport tollgate. I’m on my way.

“I can get there myself.”

—Chairman Seo is waiting.

“I said I can get there myself.”

—Seo Jihoon, listen to me when I’m talking to you.

The call ended abruptly. Furious, Seo Jihoon punched the taxi seat several more times, but ultimately, he complied with Director Park’s instructions.

Disgusted by the whole situation, Seo Jihoon shoved the Taiwanese currency he had exchanged onto the taxi driver and got out. He saw Director Park’s car, along with those of his subordinates, parked nearby. He glared at Director Park for a moment, then reluctantly got into the backseat. Director Park slammed the door shut and got into the passenger seat. The car lurched forward before Seo Jihoon could even fasten his seatbelt.

“Which hospital did you go to?”

“I didn’t go to a hospital.”

“Call Director Kim. He’s screwing up again.”

“Who the hell smashed my head open and is now complaining about Director Kim?”

Whether angered by the retort or simply having nothing to say, Director Park cursed under his breath and fell silent. Seo Jihoon glared at the headrest of the passenger seat, then crossed his arms and closed his eyes. He could already imagine the glares directed at him, everyone blaming him for ruining the vacation because of a “homo.”

Despite countless traffic violations, they arrived two hours later than the original dinner time. As soon as the car stopped, Director Park jumped out, opened the back door, and, ignoring Seo Jihoon’s resistance, dragged him inside like a dog.

The vice-like grip on his arm only loosened once they reached the dining table. Director Park shoved him forward, bowed to Chairman Seo, and walked away without a backward glance. Seo Jihoon didn’t even have time to react before he found himself standing with his hands clasped behind his back, his head slightly bowed. Contrary to his expectations, only Chairman Seo and Seo Inyeop were seated at the table. He felt a momentary relief at not being completely ostracized, then immediately regretted it as Chairman Seo’s silent glare intensified.

“Why the long face?”

“…….”

“What, are you pissed off that you have to eat with someone you can’t stand? Then quit and get out!”

“……I’m sorry.”

He had no excuses, and any attempt at explanation would only invite further insults. Even with his head bowed, he could feel her scrutinizing gaze. She finally barked at him to sit down, and he quickly obeyed, taking Seo Jiyeong’s usual seat. He felt his stomach churn at the proximity to Chairman Seo and the fact that he was now facing Seo Inyeop directly.

Bowls of abalone porridge with beef were placed before them, accompanied by a single side dish of watery kimchi. The light meal suggested she was indeed planning to leave on her business trip. He couldn’t understand why she had bothered to summon him. And where was everyone else? Why were only these two present? Had the others, including Han Gaeun and her children, who were supposedly joining Chairman Seo on her trip to California, and the nieces and nephews who lived there, already eaten and been sent to their rooms? Perhaps Seo Inyeop had suggested it. He dismissed the thought and focused on his food. The head chef was undeniably talented. Despite the tense atmosphere, the porridge was delicious, and his expression softened slightly.

He had assumed the ordeal would end after dinner, but they were subjected to a late-night tea session, made even more unbearable by the small number of participants. He sat in silence, listening to their conversation, occasionally responding with a curt “yes” or “no” when addressed by Seo Inyeop. The excruciatingly slow half hour felt like an eternity. Had it not been for Director Park’s timely reminder that Chairman Seo had an early morning flight, it would have continued past midnight. Bowing deeply, Seo Jihoon excused himself. He waited until Chairman Seo, who had brushed past him without a word, disappeared up the stairs, then quickly left.

Outside, he kicked the car that had brought him. One of Director Park’s subordinates scrambled out of the driver’s seat and opened the back door. Seo Jihoon ignored him, retrieved his bag from the trunk, and strode towards the main gate. A hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned sharply. Seo Inyeop gestured towards the car.

“Get in.”

“No, thanks.”

Seo Jihoon turned and walked away. Seo Inyeop sighed but didn’t try to stop him.

The night air was still cool, the temperature fluctuating significantly between day and night. The sprawling houses in the residential area, each surrounded by high, modern walls, were dimly lit, illuminated mainly by streetlights. Unconcerned by the late hour, Seo Jihoon walked briskly, then stopped, reaching into his pocket. His fingers brushed against his wallet and passport. He wondered if Director Park would have chased him all the way to Taiwan if he had simply ignored the summons and boarded the plane. He dismissed the pointless thought and checked the directions on his phone. It was a thirty-minute walk, and with no traffic to contend with, he could simply keep going. Although there were likely late-night businesses further ahead, he hadn’t driven, so they were still some distance away.

The fresh air did little to improve his mood. His plans had been thwarted, the family atmosphere ruined, and his short vacation canceled. What a fucking week. As always, being the scapegoat for Chairman Seo’s wrath, burdened by the sins of being a “homo,” was exhausting.

He had always known she disapproved of him, but he hadn’t imagined she would go so far as to postpone her own business trip just to berate him. Even his breathing probably offended her. Should he just cease to exist? If she hated him so much, why did she insist on dragging him to dinner every day, subjecting herself to the unpleasant sight of him? He lacked the energy to analyze Chairman Seo’s compulsions, so he simply wished someone would explain it to him.

He desperately needed an orgasm, but without a reservation, the aesthetic center would be fruitless, whether he took a taxi or walked. Frustrated, he abandoned reason. He decided to try a gay bar. There had to be one near the Itaewon club district that Seo Jaehoon frequented in college. He changed direction and headed towards the bustling streets of Itaewon.

Despite the late hour, nearing midnight, the area near the station buzzed with activity, illuminated by flashing neon signs. Seo Jihoon paused, careful not to get swept away by the Saturday night crowds. He secured his passport and ID card inside his bag and pulled out his phone, searching for gay bars in Itaewon. Several options appeared.

“Oh, it’s you!”

Although the speaker hadn’t used his name or title, he instinctively knew he was being addressed. He quickly turned off his phone screen and looked up. His trainer, dressed stylishly instead of his usual workout clothes, stood there with his girlfriend. It had only been yesterday, but the subsequent events had made it feel like a distant memory. He couldn’t simply ignore the trainer’s greeting, so he responded with a polite bow.

“Oh, are you injured?!”

“I bumped into something. It’s nothing.”

“Oh……. But I heard from Director Kim that you were going abroad……”

“Something came up.”

“Ah~ You must be busy……!”

“You’re out for fun?”

“Yes, I have tomorrow off. Are you……?”

“Just finishing up some work.”

“It’s so strange to see you here. Be careful going home. See you on Monday!”

Seo Jihoon nodded curtly at the trainer’s enthusiastic reply and turned in the opposite direction of where he had been heading.

“He’s so handsome. We should go see him sometime~!”

“No way~! He’s a VIP client at the center. I could get fired!”

“Why~? We can just look!”

The couple’s inane conversation faded into the background noise as they walked away in the direction Seo Jihoon had originally intended to go. Seo Jihoon, about to search for directions home, dropped his hand and stared up at the sky.

He preferred to contemplate his future rather than dwell on past decisions, and since what was done was done, he had no regrets.

However, he occasionally wondered if there had been another way. Even after reaching a conclusion, couldn’t one reconsider? He had once scoffed at the romanticized notion of lovers finding solace in each other’s embrace and presence. He had also revered it like a religious belief. At one point, he had vehemently rejected it, embracing a radical exclusionary stance. Now, he acknowledged its existence, but distanced himself from it, believing it wasn’t for him.

He tried to adhere to his most recent conclusion. Dwelling on the past only intensified his longing and threatened to unravel the present he had painstakingly rebuilt over the past nine years. He had erected a defensive barrier against such memories, deeming them unworthy of revisiting.

However, he sometimes questioned his own existence. Despite striving for success and longevity, he felt utterly consumed by the inherent futility of it all. He felt it now.

After standing there for a while, watching the crowds come and go, he finally started walking towards home. He opened his phone to check the directions and saw three missed calls. He tapped on the notification to clear it, and Director Kim’s name appeared. Knowing he would keep calling until he answered, he picked up.

—Where are you?

“Itaewon Station.”

Lacking the energy for further resistance, and too tired to walk much further, he readily divulged his location. Realizing Exit 3 would be closer to his home, he crossed the street. Shortly after, Director Kim’s car arrived as expected.

“Sorry to bother you on your day off.”

“It’s no trouble at all.”

“What did Director Park yell at you about this time?”

“…….”

“I pay your salary, not him.”

“……I’m sorry, sir.”

Seo Jihoon cleared his internet search history and closed his eyes, arms crossed, for the remainder of the ride.

The car stopped in front of his gate. The back door opened. The security team, heads bowed low, greeted him with practiced efficiency, their eyes sharp and alert. They quickly took his bag. He could picture Director Park’s furious lecture.

He had accomplished nothing today. Tomorrow would likely be no different. Determined to do something before resigning himself to another empty day, he gestured for the security guard carrying his bag to approach.

Leaning against the sturdy wall, he opened the bag and retrieved the cigarettes he had bought for Seo Jaehoon at the duty-free shop, tearing open the packaging. He crouched down, took out a pack, then sat down on the ground, putting a cigarette in his mouth. One of the guards, noticing his search for a lighter, quickly approached, knelt down on one knee, and offered a light with both hands. Seo Jihoon inhaled deeply as he lit the cigarette. The smoke filled his lungs, but somehow, it felt clarifying. He found it strange that the smell of someone else’s cigarette smoke disgusted him, while his own didn’t bother him at all. He wondered why, lighting another, then another, until he had smoked four in a row.

He hadn’t smoked in so long that he coughed violently after the last one. At least his lungs felt clearer now.

Why bother living for anyone else’s sake? He would survive, thrive even, and become a constant thorn in their side. He took a few deep breaths to clear his lungs of the lingering smoke, then pushed himself off the ground.

He had one carton, nine packs, and sixteen cigarettes left. Too lazy to repackage the opened pack, he handed them to the smoking guards.

“Go to bed.”

“Yes, sir. You should go inside too, Director.”

Kim Dongwoo sighed as he watched Seo Jihoon disappear inside, pointedly ignoring his dismissal. He counted the security team members present and checked the time on his phone. 00:37.

“Three of you take turns staying in the living room until he wakes up, two-hour shifts. I heard Director Park came here?”

“Don’t even get me started. He was furious that you let the CEO leave alone……”

“You did well. ……Was it Chairman Seo who injured his head?”

“Yes. I received a message from Assistant Director Park.”

“What a temper……. I’ll get going. Good work everyone, and please give me a call with a summary of the situation.”

“Yes, sir. Have a safe trip home, Director.”

Kim Dongwoo carefully confirmed with the new secretary that Chairman Seo hadn’t entered the house, then drove home. The secretary, following Seo Jihoon’s instructions, divided the 20:00 team into groups of three and waited for the bedroom light to turn on and off again. Thirty minutes later, when the opportune moment arrived, he quietly let the first group inside, the front door having been deliberately left ajar with a door stopper.

🔮

“…….”

He woke up cursing, his mouth tasting like an ashtray. He had been so worked up that he had started smoking again, a habit he had quit long ago. This was why he shouldn’t stay up late. Even after rinsing his mouth repeatedly with mouthwash and water, the lingering taste made him want to scream as he sat down to breakfast. He had no idea that something even more frustrating awaited him.

The 04:00 security team leader was equally bewildered. He had been on high alert after receiving the handover from the 20:00 team, but thankfully, CEO Seo had slept peacefully, and the night had passed without incident. He had regained his usual rhythm, sending the housekeeper home with extra pay after she had prepared a lavish breakfast before 6 am, and even had time to enjoy the catered breakfast before the unexpected arrival.

He hadn’t been informed that Mrs. Seo Jaehoon, the wife of CEO Seo’s twin brother and Vice President of Seogwang Securities, would be visiting early in the morning. He couldn’t ask CEO Seo if he had an appointment as he was still asleep, and he couldn’t call Director Kim, who had been summoned from his day off by Director Park’s roaring the night before, so he was caught in a dilemma, unable to let Mrs. Seo inside or send her away.

“I’m a bit early. I’ll wait until your brother-in-law wakes up.”

Mrs. Seo’s resolute declaration to wait further confused him.

Thankfully, CEO Seo woke up earlier than usual, resolving the situation. He found it strange that CEO Seo, who usually sat down at the table immediately after showering and inspected the food, was pacing near the table with his hand covering his mouth. He informed him of Mrs. Seo’s arrival. CEO Seo frowned, but he seemed more perplexed than annoyed. For a moment, the team leader had even wondered if they were secretly involved, momentarily forgetting CEO Seo’s sexual orientation. That was the 04:00 team leader’s perspective, anyway.

“……If she hasn’t eaten, invite her to join me for breakfast.”

Not wanting to keep her waiting outside, Seo Jihoon instructed the team leader to invite her in and sat down at the table. He suddenly remembered Seo Jaehoon mentioning that his wife had gotten out of the habit of eating breakfast due to her dance background. He hoped it wasn’t too late to change his mind.

Of course, she didn’t refuse. Kang Hyunyeong parked her car in the now-open garage, instructed her driver to wait, and entered the house, carrying her handbag and a paper bag. Like everyone else, she flinched at the sight of the large bandage on his forehead, then, unlike everyone else, lowered her head, making him feel awkward.

After she had served him a bowl of rice, removed the chair opposite him that he usually used as a footrest, and placed his utensils beside his bowl, Seo Jihoon finally sat down. He couldn’t remember the last time, or if ever, he had shared a meal with Kang Hyunyeong. He felt uncomfortable, but he was hungry, and since the saying went, “Eat with those who eat,” he at least pretended to eat. He was acutely aware of the awkwardness he had created.

He finished his carefully portioned meal in silence, while Kang Hyunyeong barely touched hers. Having eaten his fill of his preferred side dishes, Seo Jihoon gestured towards the sofa, inviting her to sit, then, stalling for time, filled the kettle instead of using the water purifier. He listened to the white noise he had created, trying to predict what she would say. It would undoubtedly start with an apology, but what would follow?

He poured the hot water into two teacups and added an Earl Grey tea bag to each. Kang Hyunyeong thanked him with a bow and opened a box of roll cake from a bakery bag, clearly not from a franchise. Seo Jihoon discreetly savored the anticipation.

“I’m sorry, Brother-in-law. I truly didn’t mean to cause any trouble, and I honestly didn’t know anything……”

What could he say to someone who claimed ignorance? He was curious how Seo Jaehoon’s wife could possibly be unaware, but he decided to focus on the cause and effect. Chairman Seo was the one who had thrown the teacup in a fit of anger, something he could easily deflect. He responded with a noncommittal “It’s fine,” then, feeling unsettled, cut a piece of roll cake and ate it. The cream filling was surprisingly light and flavorful. He glanced at the brand name on the bag.

“……Have you talked to Jaehoon?”

“No. I thought it best to let him cool down a bit.”

“I see…….”

“Are the children alright? They must have been frightened.”

“……Jaehoon is taking care of them. ……I wanted to apologize yesterday, but you weren’t home……”

“Yes……. I stayed out last night and came home late.”

It sounded like she had stayed at her parents’ house, but he decided to let it go. He could have easily met her if she had visited before 5 pm. He imagined his secretary, reluctant to deliver bad news on a day he was leaving for a trip, suggesting she visit later. Looking away for a moment, he wiped his mouth with his thumb and took a sip of his tea.

“But why did you bring it up in the first place?”

He asked, genuinely curious, not to make her feel worse. Kang Hyunyeong hesitated, wetting her lips with her tea before speaking.

“Jaehoon doesn’t talk about family matters……. All I knew were rumors. About you too…… I heard it a while ago and kept it to myself, but that day, I just snapped……”

“Because of a woman?”

Kang Hyunyeong nodded tearfully, confirming his suspicion.

Before trying to understand her feelings, he wondered about the nature of these rumors. He couldn’t bring himself to ask for specifics, but he was relieved that the “homo” part seemed to be absent. It seemed his assumption about her wanting to separate him from Seo Jaehoon through marriage was correct.

Then there was Seo Jaehoon’s woman. He was tempted to dismiss it with a “Jaehoon’s always been like this,” but a sudden thought made him pause. Had Seo Jaehoon’s excessive exposure to shock and stimulation caused him to deviate so drastically from conventional morality?

“Is he still like this?”

He couldn’t bring himself to ask how many women Seo Jaehoon was currently involved with, seeing his sister-in-law’s tearful expression. Seo Jaehoon had stopped mentioning his affairs, so he had assumed he had settled down after having children. Apparently not. He also realized, a bit belatedly, that he, a man who regularly engaged in orgies with male escorts, had no right to judge Seo Jaehoon’s infidelity. Even if he were to offer advice, it would only be heeded if delivered by someone of Seo Inyeop’s moral standing. Deciding it wasn’t his place to interfere, he tried to comfort Kang Hyunyeong without directly criticizing Seo Jaehoon.

“It’s not that he’s trying to hurt or upset you, Sister-in-law. He’s always been like this, ever since he was young. You’ll only hurt yourself if you take it to heart.”

“I don’t even care about the one-night stands anymore. ……Do you know an actress named Hwang Yeonseul?”

“No, I don’t really follow celebrities, especially not those my age.”

“He’s been seeing her for over a year, apparently. She’s only twenty-four, but she’s so arrogant, acting like the lady of the house. Jaehoon won’t even let me touch his phone……. What am I supposed to do besides fight with him……!”

“……Have you met her?”

“She told me I’m a bad wife, that I’m neglecting Jaehoon, that’s why he’s having an affair……. I tried to complain to her agency, but they said they can’t interfere with their actors’ personal lives…….”

“Oh, that bitch…….”

This was complicated. A year-long affair was unusual, even for Seo Jaehoon. However, Seo Jihoon, lacking in empathy, couldn’t understand his sister-in-law’s distress.

From Seo Jihoon’s perspective, Chairman Seo, who had always been successful and lived in a world where her values and judgments were never questioned, held entertainers in utter contempt. She had ripped up Seo Jihee’s business proposal for an entertainment company without even glancing at it.

Anyway, that wasn’t the point. While he didn’t care about casual flings, an entertainer acting like a Seogwang family member was a different matter. If word reached Director Park, Seo Jaehoon would likely meet their deceased grandfather, Seogwang’s founder and former chairman, Seo Pilgyeong, before Chairman Seo did. The only wedding a Seogwang child could have with an entertainer was a posthumous one. Preferring a living, albeit heartbroken, Seo Jaehoon to a happily deceased one, Seo Jihoon would have to intervene, albeit reluctantly.

Honestly, he doubted it would come to that. Would Seo Jaehoon risk his life for an actress? Despite his tendency to cry at the drop of a hat, he was the most level-headed of the siblings when it came to decisions and actions. He would likely have a dramatic breakup and then find another woman within hours. He wasn’t even worried about the actress clinging to him. Even if she showed up at the family home claiming pregnancy, she wouldn’t even get past Director Park, who had a deep-seated trauma related to such incidents.

Telling Director Park would certainly resolve the situation, but the fallout would be messy. Seo Jaehoon would likely throw a tantrum, permanently damaging their relationship. Divorce was an obvious solution, but as a prime example of the negative consequences of growing up without a father, he couldn’t bear the thought of his adorable nieces and nephews suffering the same fate.

“Does your family know?”

“Absolutely not. They made me quit dancing to get married. If they find out I’ve lost my position as the lady of the house, I’ll have nowhere to go.”

Unable to divorce because she had nowhere else to go besides her hated husband. It reminded him of someone, but he suppressed the thought. Yoon Chanseok, who had married into the Seogwang family before securing a job and had been gifted a position by Seo Jiyeong, was an exception. He knew Han Gaeun, Seo Inyeop’s wife, and Lee Raheok, Seo Jihee’s husband, had continued their careers after marriage. Perhaps their families, fearing Chairman Seo’s wrath, had pressured them to quit. Anyway, that wasn’t the point either.

He, who would never marry in Korea, couldn’t claim to understand, but he believed that a marriage of convenience didn’t have to conform to societal expectations of a traditional family. Although Kang Hyunyeong might be envious of her happily married in-laws, Seo Inyeop and Seo Jiyeong had love marriages, which were fundamentally different…… He stopped, remembering Seo Jihee, another product of an arranged marriage. She had a successful husband, an adorable daughter, and a life of enviable privilege, despite her frequent, nauseating displays of affection. He hoped Seo Seunghoon, the remaining unmarried sibling, would find a way to disrupt the family peace. A shared misery might provide some solace.

He also felt a twinge of concern for Seo Jaehoon. His children might adore him now, but as they grew older, they would likely side with their mother, who had endured their father’s infidelity. He wondered if Seo Jaehoon would be left alone and miserable in his old age.

He dismissed the pointless thoughts. It would be best to encourage Kang Hyunyeong to ignore Seo Jaehoon, pursue her own interests, and find other men.

“Your brother-in-law is a special case. Chairman Seo doesn’t discourage her family members from pursuing their interests, as long as it’s not something frivolous like acting. Why don’t you start dancing again, even as a hobby?”

“Really……?”

“Ask Assistant Director Park. It’ll most likely be approved.”

“Ah, then I’ll bring it up soon……!”

He had never seen Kang Hyunyeong’s eyes shine so brightly. It was baffling how Seo Jaehoon could have fathered two children with her without even sharing such simple information.

Anyway, he should tell her to write Seo Jaehoon off, find younger, more attractive men, and enjoy her life, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. He cut another piece of roll cake and ate it. It was surprisingly moist and delicious. He wondered where she had bought it.

“……Brother-in-law, I know it’s shameless of me to ask this after coming here to apologize, but could you please talk to him? Jaehoon listens to you……. How much longer do I have to endure him defending that woman…….”

Her voice trailed off. Knowing what she was about to say, Kang Hyunyeong spoke first. “I love Jaehoon so much……” Although she hadn’t actually said those words, they echoed in his ears. Seo Jihoon stopped chewing and looked away.

Why did people cling to relationships that caused them so much pain? He didn’t understand, but he was always soft-hearted towards those who cried and spoke of love. He put down his roll cake and reached for his phone, wanting to escape before he got sucked back into their emotional turmoil. It seemed only polite to learn the woman’s name.

“What was her name again?”

Hwang Yeonseul. A single search result appeared. A quick glance at her profile revealed a moderately successful career, even for someone unfamiliar with the entertainment industry. Perhaps it was because of what he had just heard, but the number of endorsements seemed excessive for someone only three years into her career. He suspected Seo Jaehoon’s influence. Scrolling down to the news section to gauge the success of her projects, his eyes caught a familiar name. He immediately scrolled back up and checked the information below her physical description and birthdate.

Agency: SH Entertainment

What a coincidence. Just to be sure, he tapped on the agency name and scrolled through the list of artists. He found Do Seunghwa’s name at the bottom. This was an interesting development. He kept his discovery to himself.

“I’ll…… try my best, but don’t get your hopes up, and don’t mention this conversation to anyone. ……Also, it would be best to talk to him directly, even if it’s difficult.”

“Thank you, Brother-in-law. I’m so sorry to ask you for such a favor.”

“You’re going home now, right? Give this to Jaehoon.”

He retrieved the remaining carton of duty-free cigarettes. To ensure Seo Jaehoon knew he had received the apology and to emphasize the origin of the gift, he found a permanent marker. He signed his name prominently on the carton, adding a short message below.

Smoke less 🙂

Cigarettes or women. He didn’t bother seeing Kang Hyunyeong out as she thanked him profusely, accepting the signed carton. He closed the door immediately after she left. He was already feeling hungry after expending so much energy on a weekend that was supposed to be dedicated to rest and relaxation.