VDN Ch 73

“…Alright.”

Nam-woon answered but couldn’t tear his eyes away from Seo-oh. He’s not telling me. He still doesn’t trust me? Logically, he understood why but it still stung. A bitter taste filled his mouth.

“Hyung, I’m sleepy now.”

Se-han set down his phone, rubbing his eyes. Seo-oh hurriedly tidied up and turned off the lights. Darkness swallowed the room.

The night before going to the club was also drawing to a close.

***

Loud music assaulted his ears. Nam-woon, who had just entered the dimly lit club, looked at his phone. The conversation he had just had with the Jin-sang was displayed on the screen. This bastard isn’t coming, is he?

[Map.location]

[Pera]

[Come here.]

[Park Chun-gil is here.]

[Bring him to me.]

[How the fuck do I bring him? U come]

[Bastard ]

After sending Jin-sang one last curse, Nam-woon pocketed his phone.

After sending a text to Jin-sang, Nam-woon put his phone in his pocket. When he’d said he was going to a club, Deok-chil had smoothed his hair, saying, “Don’t you feel uncomfortable wearing the same thing you wear when you work?” Seeing Nam-woon always wearing black pants, he also handed him a black T-shirt to wear. Originally, Jang-mi had offered to lend him a thick gold necklace, but Deok-chil desperately stopped him.

Having been almost kicked out of a restaurant before, Nam-woon entered with some tension, but fortunately, he was able to get in without any problems.

At that moment, an unwelcome text appeared.

[Welcome back to the club, Seok Nam-woon! Long time no see!]

[This is a Special Role Fulfillment Clause that occurs during your club visit!]

[Role Fulfillment Clause 4: Please unleash your promiscuity!]

…Unleash promiscuity? How?!

And I thought those role clauses were over! With too much weighing on him already, he had zero energy for this nonsense. Nam-woon scowled and scanned the area. Find Kwon first. He touched the cap he had brought just in case he ran into Seo-oh and slowly looked around.

Wow, why are there so many people? The music was so loud it felt like his eardrums would burst.

To be honest, he was a little nervous. This was his first time visiting a club.

“If you keep going inside, you’ll come to a staircase. There’s a corridor there, and they say they often make deals there.”

“You guys take care of that. One of you check the faces of the people entering near the entrance.”

“Then what will Hyung do?”

“I’m going to catch Mr. Kwon Sang-moon.”

“What? Kwon Sang-moon?”

He explained to the surprised Umpyeong employees. Today, Kwon Sang-moon was supposed to come to this club, and if they saw him, they should catch him immediately and contact him. The Umpyeong employees didn’t seem to believe that Kwon Sang-moon was coming to the club but reluctantly nodded at Nam-woon’s insistence.

I didn’t come here to play. I came to catch someone.

Nam-woon steeled himself. No one was paying attention to him, but he moved his stiff body, conscious of his surroundings. He planned to order a drink first to avoid suspicion. As he happened to see a bar in front of him, he walked towards it.

As he awkwardly lingered around, an employee who looked like a bartender stared at Nam-woon. Seok Nam-woon seemed to have a weak tolerance for alcohol. Nam-woon thought for a moment and asked,

“Do you have any soft drinks?”

The employee stared at him. In the meantime, Nam-woon took out the phone he had put in his pocket, thinking he might get a call from the Umpyeong employees, and placed it on the bar. However, a piece of white paper came out with the phone. The paper with “Jang Myung” written on it was a business card from a detective he had met before.

Ah, I didn’t change my pants. As he put the business card back in his pocket and looked up, he met the eyes of the bartender, who was looking at him. For some reason, the tense bartender cautiously opened his mouth.

“Uh, what kind of soft drink?”

“Do you have any soda-flavored drink called Dal-Kong?”

Nam-woon accidentally blurted out the name of his usual drink. After spending so much time with Se-han, he had grown accustomed to ordering only the “Dal-kong” soda. However, this person probably wouldn’t know what “Dal-kong” was.

Nam-woon quickly corrected himself and ordered a cola instead. However, for some reason, the bartender’s expression stiffened. He bent down and retrieved something from below, handing it to Nam-woon.

“This is the drink the customer is looking for.”

His words carried a lot of weight as he spoke. Then, the bartender vanished from the bar.

Nam-woon looked at the bottle he had hastily received. He had never seen it before, was it beer? It didn’t look like cola no matter how he looked at it. Upon closer inspection, there was a slight groove in the middle. It was a tumbler that opened by twisting the lid

Nam-woon looked at the tumbler with a suspicious look. In a situation where trait-changing drugs were circulating, it was highly suspicious. Isn’t there something strange in it? He had to hold onto it without drinking. If it was related to the trait-changing drug, he needed to investigate it later.

So, holding the tumbler in his hand, he moved. Because there were too many people, he was quickly swept away by the crowd. But suddenly, he felt a hand patting his back from behind. When he turned around, a foreigner with a nose the size of a tangerine was standing there.

Holding the bottle in his hand, he walked. The crowd was so dense that he was quickly swept up in it. Suddenly, a hand gently patted his waist from behind. When he turned around, he saw a foreigner with a nose as sharp as a mountain ridge.

“Holy shit!”

[Cute.]

“Uh… thank you?”

[What’s your name?]

“Seok Nam-woon.”

The foreigner grinned and pressed close to Nam-woon, bringing his lips to Nam-woon’s ear.

“Sex?’”

At the same time, he pressed his hips, grinding against his buttcocks.

“You pervert! Fuck!”

Nam-woon elbowed the foreigner in the solar plexus to get out of his embrace. Suddenly touching and groping. He was surprised.

As he strode about four steps, someone else grabbed his shoulder. What again? When he turned his head, a man with orange hair and baggy clothes was smiling at Nam-woon.

“Are you alone? I have a table, want to come?”

The man’s teeth sparkled. Nam-woon unconsciously fixed his gaze on them. Then the man said with a smile,

“Pretty, right?”

“Braces?”

“No.”

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. The music was so loud that they had to press their lips close to each other’s ears and shout to communicate. The man opened his mouth wide. Several light beams at the same time dazzled Nam-woon’s eyes. The man’s teeth were adorned with small jewels. Nam-woon, surprised, asked,

“Are they expensive?”

“Just this one.”

The man pointed to a small molar at the end and gave a sheepish smile.

“You’re really handsome. Can I ask about your type? I’m an omega.”

Suddenly, the introducing traits began. Then he pointed with his finger to somewhere that wasn’t visible

“There’s a table over there. Let’s go.”

Nam-woon brushed off the man’s hand pulling him and turned around. He had delayed for a moment, distracted by the sparkling tooth jewels. He already knew the faces of Kwon Sang-moon and Park Chun-gil from photos. He pressed his hat down and moved forward, examining the faces of the people around him one by one.

***

“Seo-oh, be careful of Chairman Seok.”

Seo-oh looked around, remembering his father’s words. How was he supposed to find his father here? Desperation dried his lips. When Seo-oh asked what was going on, his father said he would explain when they met and then hung up the phone quickly as if he were being chased.

He had already reported to the police a long time ago, but there had been no progress, and Seo-oh didn’t have high hopes for the missing person request he had placed with the errand center. Therefore, he couldn’t miss this golden opportunity. He had to find his father and take him to Se-han. Seo-oh moved forward with a determined face.

He was told to be near the bar if possible. Remembering Kwon Sang-moon’s words, Seo-oh headed towards the bar. His outfit was the same as usual. He wore the same clothes as usual so that his dad would recognize him easily. Seo-oh had briefly regretted not wearing different clothes when he saw someone dressed similarly to him being turned away from the club, but fortunately, he was able to enter without any problems.

Thinking that his dad was here, his lips became very dry with anxiety. Seo-oh’s steps, which had been moving quickly, slowed down as he looked around.

“Huh?”

A slightly different hairstyle than usual. And a T-shirt he had never seen before. A man walking with slightly furrowed brows and long legs.

Today he exuded even more of his usual sharpness, which was none other than Seok Nam-woon.