VDN Ch 77

“Having fun?”

It was a voice that made Nam-woon feel like he might be killed if he answered yes. Desperately, he lowered his head and reached out to grab Kwon Sang-moon’s forearm, trying to lift him up, but for some reason, Kwon Sang-moon didn’t budge.

“You’re just enjoying everything, aren’t you?”

“No, Kwon… urgh.”

Damn, I feel like I’m going to throw up.

Before Nam-woon could form a coherent reply through his rising nausea, Kwon Seo-o scanned the heap of shot glasses before him with icy eyes.

“You said you had work on the weekend, but was that just a cover for going to clubs?”

“…….”

“Do you ever tell the truth? I asked you to watch the kid for one day, and what? You dumped him off with the neighbor lady and came here to get wasted?”

Seo-oh’s sharp reprimand continued, then suddenly he furrowed his brows deeply and leaned his head close to Nam-woon’s.

“…You didn’t, by any chance, meet that bastard again, did you?”

“Guh!”

“You said he was just a client! That there was nothing between you! So why are you sneaking off to meet him here?!”

Nam-woon, pale-faced, covered his mouth and just shook his head. Seo-oh, his face full of anger, then looked over Nam-woon’s bare body. His cold gaze traced over the collarbones, the firm chest, the two n1pples, the undone buckle of his pants, and then the thin fingers on his thigh.

Ha. He let out a scoff. No matter how much he looked around, there was no one else playing as recklessly as Seok Nam-woon. In a strange place full of unfamiliar people, he was being so blatant…

He knew Nam-woon’s taste was unique to the point of being maniacal, especially with the nipple-piercing hobby, but he hadn’t expected it to be this extreme. Moreover, the person below wasn’t that guy but someone else. There was no dirty, sticky smell that usually got on his nerves.

The person sitting between Nam-woon’s legs was wearing a black T-shirt. Seo-oh, looking at it with cold eyes, twisted his lips and spat out a curse. Then suddenly, he kicked hard under the table. The person under the table jumped in surprise and dodged to the side. Seo-oh snapped irritably.

“Come out.”

“No, Seo… Ugh!”

“I said, come out, you bastard.”

Seo-oh’s jaw muscles bulged. Despite the violent action, the man held his breath without moving.

“Hey, hey!”

The orange-haired man suddenly spoke.

The SSS-grade handsome man who suddenly appeared glared under the table with a terrifying force. Although they seemed to know each other well, the orange-haired man, who had witnessed the entire confrontation between Nam-woon and the thugs, shouted angrily, determined to protect the older man.

“D-don’t you see he’s svcking d1ck right now?”

“What?”

Nam-woon looked to the side and shook his head again. But the orange-haired man, who didn’t see Nam-woon’s desperate signals, continued to shout.

“Ha, anyway, he is busy svcking d1ck right now, go away!”

“Ah, but Hyung, can you tell me your phone number first?” the orange-haired man then asked.

Finally, unable to contain his rising anger, Seo-oh bent down and reached under the table. His large hands gripped the skinny, twig-like body helplessly.

“Get out, damn it.”

Ding!

[The drama unfolding! The story is about to take a drastic turn ㅠㅠ]

Kwon Sang-moon, who was gripping Nam-woon’s thigh as if to tear it apart, was eventually dragged out by brute force from outside the table. Seo-oh grabbed him firmly by the collar and lifted him up.

“If you want to svck so badly, go svck someone else’s, not my Hyung’s…”

Seo-oh, who had been pouring out his anger with the intention of striking a punch, fell silent as their gazes met. A cold silence fell. Seo-oh and Kwon Sang-moon stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at each other.

It was Kwon Sang-moon who spoke first.

“Seo-oh, Seo-oh!!”

“Dad…?”

Kwon Sang-moon grabbed his son tightly with strong force and burst into tears while calling his name. Seo-oh’s eyes contorted as he wrapped his arms around his father’s thin shoulders.

The sudden, tearful reunion between father and son left the orange-haired man wide-eyed with his mouth open.

“This is not the time for this. Let’s get out of here, Seo-oh.”

“Dad, what the hell…!”

“I’ll explain everything later, just hurry!”

Nam-woon, who had been quietly observing the two, raised his upper body from the chair. Now that the fierce alpha pheromones that had been suppressing him were gone, the feeling of nausea has gotten a little better. As he picked up the clothes that had scattered on the floor and put them on, Kwon Sang-moon thanked him in a trembling voice.

“Y-Young master…Thank you so much for your help today…Thank you so much.”

Kwon Sang-moon nodded respectfully. Then he bowed his head to the orange-haired man and grabbed Seo-oh’s arm.

“Let’s go.”

“Dad, please lead the way.”

Nam-woon, having finished adjusting his clothes, looked at them with a slightly awkward posture. He naturally tried to join Seo-oh and Kwon Sang-moon to go outside, but then he seemed to reconsider.

Come to think of it, to Kwon Sang-moon, Seok Nam-woon was just a villain who harassed his son for no reason. Although there was no mention of Kwon Sang-moon and Seok Nam-woon’s story in the novel, recalling Kwon Seo-oh’s lines, he was just a despicable bastard who treated his father like a personal secretary and called him in the late hours of the night to deal with trivial matters and even stole his wallet because he didn’t have enough money to play with his friends.

And besides today…

“Hey, suck harder!”

Nam-woon sighed. Although he was trying to hide Kwon Sang-moon, he couldn’t help but grab his head and curse. Even after doing something like that, he still expressed gratitude. It was clear that he truly was Kwon Seo-oh’s father.

After all, it was their first meeting in years, and it should not be interrupted. Nam-woon picked up his cell phone and spoke to Seo-oh.

“Just wait a moment. Mr. Umpyeong should be nearby. He came with a car, so take that.”

“What about you?”

At Seo-oh’s question, Kwon Sang-moon gently shook his son’s arm, signaling a warning as if to say, “What are you talking about?” But Seo-oh’s gaze was fixed solely on Nam-woon.

“You’re coming too.”

As Nam-woon hesitated, glancing at Kwon Sang-moon, Seo-oh urged, “Quickly.” Kwon Sang-moon looked at his son with a stunned expression.

Finally, the orange-haired man beside them grabbed the hesitant Nam-woon.

“Here, you forgot this.”

Before he knew it, they were familiar with each other. What he handed over was the black hat Nam-woon had brought. When Nam-woon took it, he felt something round inside. Opening it, he found a beer bottle-shaped tumbler wrapped inside. Ah, he had to return this to that person.

While Nam-woon was taking it, Kwon Sang-moon whispered to Seo-oh, covering his mouth.

“Why does the master need to come? He’ll figure it out on his own. Let’s just go quickly ourselves…”

As Nam-woon approached them, Kwon Sang-moon awkwardly closed his mouth and looked down.

Seo-oh draped his upper garment over his father’s head, while the orange-haired man bid farewell with a casual ‘Take care’ gesture. Nam-woon waved his hand nonchalantly.

Nam-woon took the lead and glanced around to see if there were any groups similar in size to the thugs. Seo-oh and Kwon Sang-moon followed behind. I’m not sure if they went to another floor or left the club entirely, but fortunately, they didn’t encounter any more gangsters. Jin Hae-geon was also out of sight after he left earlier, so they were able to leave easily.

As soon as they stepped outside the club, Nam-woon called Mr. Umpyeong.

– There’s no parking there, so I parked at the public lot across from the Vietnamese Hanoi Pho restaurant. But it’s about a 10-minute walk from here.”

“Let’s take a taxi.”

Seo-oh nodded At Nam-woon’s suggestion. However, Mr. Umpyeong, who heard it on the other end of the line, urgently advised against it.

– You won’t find any taxis there! Even calling for one won’t work. It’s better to walk to the parking lot.

“Then get your ass to the club entrance now.”

– Right now? I’m not at the club right now, I’m at Nonbadeok Station….You told me to catch Park Chun-gil. He ran that way, so I chased after him…”

Mr. Umpyeong’s voice sounded troubled. Damn it. He pretended to be diligent but wasn’t. Park Chun-gil, that rat bastard, had run so far that Umpyeong’s crew had to be dispatched quite a distance away.

After warning Mr. Umpyeong to come immediately, whether by bus, bicycle, or running, Nam-woon headed to the parking lot with Seo-oh and Kwon Sang-moon. Throughout the walk, Kwon Sang-moon trembled and looked around anxiously. Seo-oh observed him with a serious expression.

The parking lot, a bit away from the busy area, was quiet and empty. Nam-woon took Kwon Sang-moon and Seo-oh to the back of a building where they wouldn’t be noticed.

As soon as they arrived at the narrow alley, Seo-oh checked on his father first. With no one in sight, his expression relaxed noticeably. Then he looked back at Nam-woon, furrowed his brows, and suddenly asked.

“Hyung, are you sick?”

“Ah. I drank a bit earlier, so my stomach feels a little off.”

Seo-oh looked at Nam-woon with a cold gaze at the mention of alcohol, then spoke again.

“But what did you eat there?”

“Nothing special, why?”

“I keep smelling something… from you.”

Seo-oh suddenly closed the distance. The bridge of his nose lightly brushed against Nam-woon’s ear. With a soft breath and a low voice, he whispered into his ear.

“You smell delicious.”