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 giving Nam-woon a look, it seemed like an atmosphere that wouldn’t be out of place for an immediate kiss.
However, Nam-woon soon distanced himself from the man. Seo-oh continued toward that direction, forgetting even the need to find his father. As he hurriedly tried to grab Seok Nam-woon through the crowd, he stopped and frowned.
“I need to find my dad first.”
Dealing with Seok Nam-woon would come next.
Seok Nam-woon, this trash…
Recently, Nam-woon has begun showing early signs of omega manifestation, so Seo-oh has been extra nice to him lately.
When Seo-oh had manifested as an alpha in the second year of middle school, his dad had scraped together whatever money he could to buy delicious and nutritious food. He told him that he should take care of himself because the hormonal effects could make him lose a lot of energy.
So, he paid more attention to Nam-woon and took care of him more carefully than usual. He was worried that a late manifestation might be harmful to him or that he might have trouble sensing pheromones like himself.
Although he was a bit upset that he couldn’t feed him expensive foods like eel or Korean beef, he tried to make up for it by providing a variety of side dishes.
Seok Nam-woon was wandering around without knowing his own condition when he had worked so hard. Whether he knew of his efforts or not, that slutty bastard went straight to the club as soon as the weekend came.
He said he couldn’t come home on Saturday because he was busy with work.
Every time he opens his mouth, it’s a lie.
He couldn’t help but curse. Grinding his teeth, Seo-oh glared at the spot where Nam-woon had disappeared for a moment before moving towards 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” by one of the Umpyeong underlings. At that moment, messages from the Umpyeong boss started arriving one after another.
[I think I saw someone similar to Kwon Sang-moon]
[He’s nearby, what should we do?]
[Keep him there, 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.
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]
After a moment’s consideration, Nam-woon revised his plan slightly.
If he missed this opportunity, he might not be able to meet Kwon Sang-moon again. Perhaps he might never see him. But It seemed like it would be better to seize the opportunity right in front of him first.
You shouldn’t judge a person solely by their appearance, but Park Chun-gil didn’t seem very intelligent. If he was lucky, he could solve this 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 had the beer-shaped bottle and found a spot nearby to observe the man’s movements.
But before he could take a good look, his eyes met Park Chun-gil’s. Startled by the unexpected eye contact, Nam-woon didn’t look away but instead met his gaze and adjusted his hat.
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, slowly approached him. Standing on his feet, he covered his mouth with one hand and whispered into 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.
“Oh, what?”
“Two small ones. Did you bring them?”
He extended my index and middle finger in front of his eyes and waved them slightly. If Park Chun-gil ignored him here, he would have to wait for another chance to speak to him. Looking around, everyone seemed like ordinary people out for fun, and the real dealer was nowhere to be seen yet.
Nam-woon opened his mouth slowly again.
“I need to see it first. To see if you really brought it.”
Park Chun-gil put his hand in his pocket and sneakily showed the contents. It was full of 50,000 won bills, not even in an envelope. “This is all the money from that jerk,” he muttered. As Nam-woon’s eyes lit up, the man who had closed his pocket again reached out his hand.
“Give it to me first.”
He looked at the beer bottle-shaped bottle Nam-woon was holding with a look of anticipation.
Nam-woon, with the bottle hidden slightly behind his back, firmly grasped the outstretched hand of Park Chun-gil. Startled, Chun-gil cursed fuck and tried to shake off the grip. Nam-woon, tightening his hold, stepped closer and said,
“If you hang out with me, I’ll give it to you.”
“Cut the crap, just hand it over.”
“I’ve got a table. Let’s go.”
As he mimicked the tone and actions of the man who had approached him earlier, an alarm sounded again.
[Scripted lines! Too cliche!]
[-5 points deducted. Please try harder.]
[Promiscuity gauge: -5%]
Where’s the deduction here?!
In the meantime, Park Chun-gil struggled.
“Let go of my hand.”
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,
“But 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.
[I caught him, hurry up.]
After sending a message to the Jin-sang, Nam-woon looked around. It seemed like the tooth jeweler had pointed this way earlier. Whipping his head around, Nam-woon stopped in front of a table. The person with orange hair was startled and said,
“Huh? You said you weren’t coming?”
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 eariler.”
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 man with orange-hair recommended it again, saying it tasted better, while Park Chun-gil narrowed his eyes and looked at Nam-woon.
He just had to pretend to drink. Nam-woon took the opportunity while Chun-gil was momentarily distracted by his drink to secretly open the bottle’s lid.
“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 are you looking at?”
“Who are you?”
“What?”
“Shit, it’s not you, is it?”
Sensing something suspicious, Chun-gil suddenly got up, threw his drink, and started running.
“Hey!”
Nam-woon immediately got up and chased after him. Park Chun-gil used his small stature to weave through the crowd and escape. As he bumped shoulders with people as he escaped, Nam-woon collided forcefully with a man running frantically from the opposite direction.
“Aaah!”
The other person screamed loudly and rolled helplessly on the ground. Nam-woon quickly looked up to find Chun-gil, but he had already disappeared without a trace.
“Are you okay?”
Nam-woon asked the man he had collided with and then pressed the call button on his phone.
“Chun-gil ran away. Guard the entrance and catch him.”
He delivered the message and hung up the phone. As he was helping the man on the ground up, suddenly the man grabbed Nam-woon’s forearm tightly and pleaded.
“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 widened as if they were about to pop out when he saw Nam-woon’s face.
“Young master…!?”
“….!”
The man was in his forties or fifties, a rare sight in the 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 the surprised Nam-woon could say his name, the man weakly let out a weak breath.