VDN Ch 74
by STAR
While muttering curses under his breath, Seo-oh quickened his pace and shouted.
“Seok Nam-woon!”
Currently, Nam-woon was talking intimately with an orange-haired man who was close to him. The orange-haired man was pointing at his own lips and with a sleazy look. It seemed like an atmosphere that wouldn’t be out of place for an immediate kiss.
However, Nam-woon abruptly pulled away from the man. Seo-oh continued in that direction, forgetting even the need to find his father. Seo-oh, who had been trying to catch Seok Nam-woon in a hurry by breaking through the crowd, stopped in his tracks and scrunched up his face.
I need to find dad first.
Dealing with Seok Nam-woon would come next.
That bastard Seok Nam-woon…
Recently, Seo-oh had been extra kind to Nam-woon as he seemed to be showing signs of omega manifestation.
When I manifested as an alpha in the second year of middle school, dad had gathered money he didn’t have and bought me a lot of delicious and nutritious food, saying that my energy might decrease due to hormonal effects after manifestation.
So Seo-oh also looked after Nam-woon more carefully than usual, worrying that his late manifestation might be toxic to him or that he might have problems sensing pheromones like him.
Although I was a bit upset that he couldn’t feed him expensive foods like eel or Korean beef, I tried to make up for it by providing a variety of side dishes.
After all the effort I had put in to take care of the reckless Seok Nam-woon, who didn’t know what state he was in and was running around… That bastard didn’t know his efforts. And now, the moment the weekend hit, that bastard raced straight to the club.
Too busy with work to come home, my ass.
Liar. Every word out of his mouth is a lie.
Rage boiled over. Seo-oh gnashed his teeth, glaring where Nam-woon had vanished, then turned toward the bar.
***
[Park Chun-gil just went in.]
[I’m going to the restroom.]
[My stomach hurts.]
A message was posted in the group chat called “Umpyeong Family” group chat from an Umpyeong minion. Simultaneously, texts flooded in from the Umpyeong boss:
[I think I saw someone who looks like Kwon Sang-moon.”]
[He’s nearby, what should I do?]
[Hold him, I’m going there now.]
Nam-woon immediately turned around. But not far away stood a familiar figure. It was Park Chun-gil, the man he had met at Jin-sang’s house!
The situation was twisted. He had sent Umpyeong’s boss to the place where the trait drugs were being traded, but Kwon Sang-moon appeared there. Meanwhile, at the location where Nam-woon was, Park Chun-gil unexpectedly showed up.
[Hey, Park Chun-gil is here.]
[What should I do?]
Nam-woon urgently called Umpyeong’s employee, but there was no answer. Then another message arrived from Umpyeong’s boss.
[Oh.]
[It wasn’t Kwon Sang-moon.]
[Sorry, my mistake.]
[The fuck’s wrong with your eyes?]
After a split-second debate, Nam-woon adjusted his plan
Capture Park Chun-gil first, and hand him to Jin-sang. If he missed Kwon Sang-moon today, he might never get another chance. Better seize the opportunity in front of him.
You shouldn’t judge a person just by their appearance, but Park Chun-gil didn’t seem very smart. If things went well, he could be dealt with quickly.
Park Chun-gil was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette with his right hand and sipping on a drink with his left, slowly scanning the people around him. Nam-woon took a beer-shaped tumbler and sat nearby, observing the man’s movements. But before he could observe for long, he suddenly locked eyes with Park Chun-gil.
After a moment of surprise at the unexpected eye contact, Nam-woon didn’t avoid the gaze but stared back, adjusting his hat once.
Then suddenly a “Ding!” notification sounded.
[Activate promiscuous mode START!]
[Promiscuous gauge: 0%]
Park Chun-gil, who had checked Nam-woon’s appearance from head to toe, cautiously approached him. He covered his mouth with one hand and whispered in Nam-woon’s ear as if sharing a secret.
“Suck my dick.”
“……”
When Nam-woon stiffened like a plaster and said nothing, Park Chun-gil nervously said, “Hey”, and put his lips back in his ear again. Then, in a more forceful tone than before, he said,
“Suck my dick!”
“…Tear my dick off?”
In response, Park Chun-gil turned his back and muttered, “It’s not this guy.”
As soon as he heard that small voice, Nam-woon realized it. For some reason, he was mistaken for a drug dealer. When he grabbed Chun-gil’s arm as he was about to leave, the man got angry.
“The hell?!”
“Two small ones. Did you bring them?”
He slightly shook his index and middle fingers in front of his eyes. If Park Chun-gil followed along here, he would have to look for another opportunity to talk to him. Looking around, everyone seemed to be a regular club-goer, and there was no one who looked like a real drug dealer.
Nam-woon opened his mouth slowly again.
“I have to see first if you really brought them.”
Park Chun-gil said, “Wait, just a moment…,” while putting his hand in his pocket, and taking out the contents inside. It was full of fifty-thousand-won bills, not even in an envelope. This is all Jin-sang’s money, right? Nam-woon’s eyes lit up, and the man, who had opened his pocket again, held out his hand.
“Give it to me first.”
He looked at the beer bottle-shaped tumbler Nam-woon was holding with a look of anticipation.
Nam-woon slightly hid the tumbler behind his back and grabbed Park Chun-gil’s outstretched hand. Park Chun-gil, who was stiff, tried to shake off his caught hand, saying,
“Fuck! What’re you—?!”
“Play with me, and I’ll give it.”
“Bullshit! Hand it over!”
“I’ve got a table. Let’s go.”
As he mimicked the tone and actions of the orange-haired man who had approached him earlier, an alarm sounded again.
[Cliched Line! It’s too cliché!]
[-5 points deducted. Please try harder.]
[Promiscuity gauge: -5%]
Since when is there point deduction?!
In the meantime, Park Chun-gil struggled.
“Let go!”
Surprisingly, Chun-gil was on high alert. It seemed he was here not so much for fun but for a trait drug deal. Moreover, it must be quite uncomfortable to hang out with a dealer. Nam-woon, holding Chun-gil’s wrist tightly, pulled him along.
“Just wait a little. Then I’ll give it to you.”
“Ah, damn it.”
Chun-gil grimaced and looked at Nam-woon. Then, suddenly frowning and pointing his finger, he said,
“Hey, I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”
Nam-woon thought he wouldn’t remember at all since it was just a brief encounter, but surprisingly, he had a good memory. Nam-woon turned to Chun-gil and said,
“Isn’t that a fucking old trick? You lose 10 points.”
Holding onto Park Chun-gil’s forearm, Nam-woon walked towards the table, quickly texting with his fingers.
[Got him, Hurry.]
After sending a message to Jin-sang, Nam-woon looked around. It seemed like the man with the tooth jewels had pointed at here earlier. Nam-woon, who had been turning his head around, stood in front of a table. The man with orange hair said in surprise,
“Huh? Didn’t you say you weren’t coming earlier?”
Ignoring the orange-haired man, Nam-woon spoke to Chun-gil as if he had reserved the table himself.
“Sit down.”
Park Chun-gil frowned and reluctantly sat down. Nam-woon squeezed in next to him and took a seat. Then the orange-haired man pointed at Chun-gil and asked,
“Who’s that?”
“Someone I met.”
Nam-woon answered briefly, then placed a glass in front of Chun-gil on the table. It was a very natural movement, as if he had bought the drink himself. The orange-haired man pushed a bottle towards Nam-woon as well.
“I have my own.”
Nam-woon slightly lifted the beer bottle-shaped container he was holding. Fortunately, it drew no suspicious glances, as it looked like a regular beer. The orange-haired man recommended it again, saying it tasted better, and Park Chun-gil looked at Nam-woon with narrowed eyes.
He just had to pretend to drink. While Chun-gil was momentarily distracted by drinking, Nam-woon secretly opened the lid of the tumbler.
“Huh?”
But instead of the expected alcohol, there was something like a yellow envelope rolled up inside. It felt like something that shouldn’t be seen, so he quickly closed the lid and hid it behind his back, but he felt a staring gaze from the side.
“What’re you lookin’ at?”
“The fuck are you?” Chun-gil hissed.
“What?”
“You’re not him, are you?!”
Sensing something suspicious, Chun-gil suddenly got up, threw the liquor, and started running.
“Hey!”
Nam-woon immediately got up and chased after him. Park Chun-gil, using his small stature, slipped through the crowd and ran away. As a result, he inadvertently collided with people and quickened his pace, but he violently bumped into a man running frantically from the opposite side.
“Agh!”
The man cried out as he tumbled weakly to the floor. Nam-woon quickly scanned for Chun-gil’s trail, but he’d vanished without a trace.
“Help me…!”
Nam-woon asked the man he had knocked over and then pressed the call button on his phone.
“Chun-gil ran away. Guard the entrance and catch him.”
The man’s trembling fingers, which seemed distressed, trembled continuously. The man, who kept looking back anxiously, turned his head forward again, shouting for help. Only then could they see each other’s faces.
“Please help…!”
The man’s thin fingers, which were holding onto Nam-woon, were trembling. The man, who kept looking back anxiously, turned his head forward again and shouted for help once more. Only then could they see each other’s faces.
The man’s eyes bulged when he recognized Nam-woon’s face.
“H-hyuk, Young Mas—!”
“….!”
The man was in his forties or fifties, an age that was rarely seen in a club.
Inside the club on a Saturday, a middle-aged man with a pale face and a weak expression looked as if he were being chased by someone.
At this point, it would have been stranger not to recognize him. Before Nam-woon, who was surprised, could say his name, the man weakly breathed, “Young Master…?”