VDN Ch 77

“Are you 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.

As Nam-woon struggled to answer, feeling like he was about to vomit, Seo-oh scanned the numerous glasses placed in front of him with cold eyes.

“You said you had work on the weekend, but was that to go to the club?”

“…….”

“Would you go crazy if you didn’t tell a lie even for single day? Leaving a kid at the lady next door’s house and getting drunk in a place like this?”

Seo-oh, who had been reprimanding him, suddenly furrowed his brow and leaned in close to Nam-woon’s head.

“…Did you run into that asshole again?”

“Ugh!”

“You said he was just a client and there was nothing between you! Did you sneak all the way here to meet him without me knowing?”

Nam-woon covered his mouth with a pale face and only shook his head. Seo-oh, with an angry expression on his face, ran his eyes over Nam-woon’s bare body this time. His cold gaze traced over the collarbones, the firm chest, the n1pples, the undone buckle of his pants, and then the thin fingers on his thigh.

Ha. He chuckled as if he found it amusing. No matter how much he looked around, no one was playing as wildly as Nam-woon. To do this so openly in a room full of strangers…

He knew his taste in nipple piercings was not only unique but bordering on obsessive, but he didn’t expect it to be this extreme. Moreover, the person below him seemed to be someone else and not the same guy. Because there was no dirty and sticky smell that got on his nerves.

The person sitting between Nam-woon’s legs wore a black t-shirt. Seo-oh glanced at him with a cold gaze, twisted his lips, and let out a curse. Then he suddenly kicked hard under the table. The person under the table jumped in surprise and dodged to the side. Seo-oh ordered angrily.

“Come out.”

“No, Seo… Ugh!”

“Come out, you bastard.”

The muscles around Seo-oh’s jaw bulged. The man under the table was motionless and held his breath without any movement.

“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.

“Can’t you see he’s sucking dick 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 other people’s d1cks, 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 descended. Seo-oh and Kwon Sang-moon stared at each other with wide eyes with their mouths open.

It was Kwon Sang-moon who spoke first.

“Seo-oh, Seo-oh!!”

“Dad…?”

Kwon Seo-oh stared blankly without answering. Kwon Sang-moon burst into tears as he hugged his son tightly. Seo-oh also embraced Kwon Sang-moon’s thin shoulders with tears in his eyes.

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, hurry up!”

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, and 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.

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. The boss of Umpyeong should be nearby. Since he brought the car, take that.”

“What about Hyung?”

In response to Seo-oh’s question, Kwon Sang-moon gently shook his son’s arm. It seemed to be a gesture to indicate, ‘What are you talking about?’ but Seo-oh’s gaze was solely focused on Nam-woon.

“You should get up 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.

“Nam-woon-ah, take this.”

Before he knew it, they were familiar with each other. He handed Nam-woon his black hat.

When he accepted it, something round was inside. Opening it, he found the bottle-shaped beer wrapped inside.

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

“Young master, can take care of himself. Let’s quickly…”

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 was no parking there, so the employees ran across the street at a public parking lot near a Vietnamese pho restaurant in Hanoi. It’s a 10-minute walk from there.

“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 come out in front of the club right now.”

– Right now? I’m not at the club right now, I’m at Nonbadeok Station….You told me to catch Park Chung-gil. He ran all the way there, so we followed him.

Mr. Umpyeong said in an embarrassed voice. Damn it. Park Chung-gil, that rat bastard, ran so far into the night that the members of the Umpyeong staff were quite far 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, which was slightly away from the bustling streets, was deserted and quiet. Nam-woon led Kwon Sang-moon and Seo-oh to the back of an inconspicuous building.

As soon as they arrived in a narrow alley, Seo-oh patted his father first. Since there were no people in sight, he seemed a little relieved. Seo-oh turned to Nam-woon, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly asked.

“Hyung, are you feeling unwell?”

“Ah. I drank some alcohol earlier, so my stomach doesn’t feel too good.”

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

“But what did you eat there?”

“I didn’t eat anything special, why?”

“I’ve been 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, Hyung.”