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“Wait a minute—”
“I’m sorry! I did something terrible. I was planning to take the kid to the motel and ughhh—”
Jungin couldn’t hear the rest because Mr. Yoon had once again covered the man’s mouth, but it was clear from the tone that he had been up to no good.
As Jungin stood there in shock, Beomhyeon clicked his tongue and grabbed his wrist, pulling him along.
“How stupid can you be? This is a common trick perverts use. Didn’t your brothers teach you that?”
‘How would I know? I’m not even the real Lee Jungin…’
There was no way the orphanage director would have taught him something like that.
Jungin had even felt grateful to the motel owner, but now, betrayal flooded in.
He still wanted to clean up and go somewhere warm, but his dazed mind wasn’t telling him what to do next.
“Sigh… And why do you look like this?”
“A dog, no, just some jerk hit me while I was walking.”
“Which bastard did that?”
Beomhyeon looked Jungin over, clearly annoyed, as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Forget it. I’ll take you there, so get in.”
“Huh?”
“Get in the car. You stink right now.”
Jungin’s face flushed hot at Beomhyeon’s blunt words.
But if he got into this man’s car, he’d end up back home—back to where all three of Lee Jungin’s brothers were waiting.
“No way!”
“What? Just admit it—you skipped class, didn’t you?”
“If I were going to skip, I would’ve done it properly! Why would I go out in this weather and drench myself in cold water?”
Furious, Jungin snapped without thinking.
‘Choi Jungin, you idiot. This guy’s a gangster… I must’ve lost my mind…’
He quickly clamped his mouth shut, eyes darting nervously.
In the movies, if you mouthed off to your boss, the gang would beat you to a pulp.
Was that going to happen here…?
Jungin held his breath, face stiff with fear, when suddenly, a soft chuckle came from above him.
“Yapping like a Chihuahua. So, where are you planning to go, looking like that? Gonna find another bathhouse?”
Who was he calling a Chihuahua?
Jungin, puffing his lips in defiance, nodded as if he hadn’t just been scared stiff moments before.
Beomhyeon, noticing how Jungin hated the idea of going home, clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“You didn’t want to get it dirty, huh?”
Jungin picked up the padded jacket from the ground and shouted at Beomhyeon as he tried to force it back on him.
“I didn’t wear it because I didn’t want to mess it up!”
“Your nose is already running. Stop arguing and just put it on when I tell you.”
Sighing in defeat, Jungin sniffled and put on the luxury jacket over his cold, wet clothes.
Well, at least it was warm…
Even to himself, it had been one absurd event after another today.
With a long sigh, Jungin thought of the nearby bathhouse he had seen earlier and turned to the man to offer his thanks.
“Hey, hyung. Thanks for everything today. I’ll be heading off now.”
“Hey.”
“Yes?”
Does he still have more to say?
Is he finally asking for something in return?
As Jungin slowly turned his head, calculating how much money he had left, the man, standing with a slouched posture, spoke.
“Cut it out. It’s getting boring.”
“What are you even talking about since earlier—”
“Lee Jungin. Stop pretending. Hyung is, damn it—”
Beomhyeon clenched his teeth, his jaw tightening.
He raked his hand through his hair in frustration, his narrow eyes sharp as he took a step closer.
“How long are you going to keep pretending?”
“What? Eh? Were we acquainted before?”
Wait, hold on, no one mentioned this!
Being acquainted with a gangster?
Lee Jungin, just what have you been getting yourself into?
“You. They said you had a head injury. Do you seriously not remember?”
“…….”
“You really don’t know who I am?”
“…….”
“Unbelievable.”
Beomhyeon’s face grew darker by the second, as if this was something he hadn’t anticipated.
Did I borrow money from this guy?
Jungin hesitated, opening his mouth slowly, fumbling over his words.
“Uh… May I ask your name, perhaps…?”
“This is driving me insane.”
Beomhyeon stared into Jungin’s clear eyes, gritting his teeth.
Did Lee Jungin really lose his memory?
With an exasperated sigh, Beomhyeon grabbed Jungin’s wrist and opened the car door.
‘Wait, what? Am I being kidnapped? This wasn’t part of my plan…!’
When Jungin reached for his phone in panic, Beomhyeon, quicker than him, snatched it away.
“Looks like your brothers didn’t bother telling you, huh? You get what you give.”
The smile that spread across Beomhyeon’s face looked downright terrifying.
Twisting his lips into a smirk, he slid into the passenger seat and spoke to Mr. Yoon in the driver’s seat.
“Take us to the nearest hotel.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Wait, where are we going?”
“…….”
“Hyung?”
Even as Jungin called out again, Beomhyeon, as though he hadn’t heard a thing, closed his eyes.
Jungin, frustrated, grabbed his arm and shook it, but froze when he caught a gImpse of those black eyes staring back at him.
‘Hyungs… what should I do?’
The car sped down the road, quickly reaching its destination.
“We’ve arrived.”
“Get out.”
“I-I don’t want to—”
“Get out.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
Jungin, who had been half-heartedly resisting, glanced at the scar under Beomhyeon’s eye and nodded.
Fearfully, he stepped three paces back to watch Beomhyeon.
After smoothly checking in, Beomhyeon let out a small chuckle as if amused by Jungin, who was trailing behind him cautiously.
Once they got into the elevator, Jungin nervously swallowed, watching the numbers rise.
Ding—
The soft chime startled Jungin, who grabbed the elevator railing with both hands.
“Get out.”
“Hy-hyung… No matter what, I’m still just a student…”
“Who said I didn’t know?”
“Then why…”
Looking at Beomhyeon’s good looks and clear abilities, Jungin thought that surely there were plenty of Omegas following him, so he didn’t worry about that.
But maybe Beomhyeon was planning to beat him up until his memory returned, or torment him as revenge against his brothers.
Jungin swallowed nervously again, the sound of it echoing too loudly.
Beomhyeon, looking as if Jungin was truly a handful, wrapped an arm around his waist and forcefully pulled him out of the elevator. Jungin followed Beomhyeon into the room.
‘Damn… This place is huge. Is this a room or a stadium?’
Jungin’s initial wariness quickly faded as he marveled at the grand hotel suite.
Before he knew it, he was sitting on the couch beside Beomhyeon, who looked at him with an incredulous expression.
“This place is really nice, isn’t it?”
“Done sightseeing? Strip.”
“Huh?”
“Your clothes. Take them off.”
‘So this is why he brought me here…’
Jungin glared at Beomhyeon, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Do I have to undress you myself?”
I’m not even twenty yet, and this bastard…
Jungin clenched his fists, recalling the self-defense moves he had learned a while back.
Just then, a knock came at the door.
“Young master, I brought the items you requested.”
Startled, Jungin jumped back, watching as Beomhyeon, looking thoroughly unimpressed, walked past him to open the door.
Shortly after, Mr. Yoon entered with a woman Jungin didn’t recognize, pushing a rack full of clothes—new school uniforms, jackets, all sized perfectly for Jungin.
“Now that you see what’s going on, strip.”
Wait, did he really bring me to a fancy hotel just because I wanted to wash up?
And called all these people?
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… Seeing him drench and hurt all the time yet noone doubt that he is being bullied?
Of course the people would think noone cares about him.
Thanks for the chapter😀