This was simply beyond the level of a human being.
It was an appearance that couldn’t even be defined within the concept of humanity.
Words wouldn’t easily come to mind to describe it.
“Why are you like this?”
He looked up at him with doe-like eyes opened wide, and Seok Beomjun’s nose stung.
All the side effects had clearly vanished, but for some reason, heat was rising in his face.
“You, ha…….”
Unable to even spit out what he wanted to say, Seok Beomjun caught his breath a few times and violently ruffled his own hair.
“Did you wear that cap on purpose?”
Blinking slowly, Seo Yuan shook his head.
“Then that bastard you call a hyung told you to wear it?”
This time, he nodded.
No matter how he looked at it, that bastard he called an acquaintance hyung gave off a thoroughly shitty vibe.
The kind of shitty feeling that made him feel like he was going to get tangled up with him unluckily.
Seok Beomjun’s intuition had never been wrong once.
“Hey. Get away from that hyung bastard right now. That perverted piece of shit is keeping you around to totally devour you. You know that?”
“……Devour me?”
“I’m telling you he is, shit.”
So what about it?
Seo Yuan looked up at Seok Beomjun with exactly that kind of gaze.
Seeing Seo Yuan’s nonchalant expression, Seok Beomjun realized that that shitty bastard had already devoured the kid right in front of him.
Seok Beomjun felt his field of vision suddenly flare up. His heart grew hot as steam started rising inside him.
In other words, he was royally pissed off.
“Fucking bullshit.”
Seok Beomjun was extremely angry that some unrelated bastard had stolen the opportunity first.
No, now was the time to suppress his anger.
He had no intention of letting Seo Yuan go like this.
If he couldn’t get his contact info anyway, taking the kid to his own house would settle it.
An acquaintance hyung or whatever, what was that to him?
“Shit, since I found him, he’s mine now.”
Muttering to himself, Seok Beomjun hatched a plan to kidnap the brat right in front of him.
Right this very second.
“Hey. Don’t play around with that perverted bastard, come with me. I’ll treat you well.”
“……Pardon?”
“Stop just going ‘yes, yes’ like an airhead and let’s go. A pretty-looking brat like you belongs under me.”
Though phrased as an invitation, Seok Beomjun already had Seo Yuan pulled tightly into his embrace.
Left unable to budge an inch, Seo Yuan gazed up blankly at Seok Beomjun.
“Mister.”
“Who are you calling a mister? I’m young, you know?”
“You called yourself a mister earlier, though.”
“That was by my standards, but you, shit, shouldn’t be calling me that.”
As if the age gap wasn’t already big enough, with Seo Yuan calling him mister, it really felt like he was hanging out with a little kid.
“Um, my hyung will look for me now. I have to go.”
“What?”
“If I say I was in the bathroom too long, he might get mad…… Ugh!”
“Just where do you think you’re going.”
“Ah, it hurts…….”
“Where do you think you’re going, you bitch.”
Where had that relatively soft atmosphere gone?
There was only a man left with his eye pupils flashing bizarrely.
Though his way of speaking had been rough, it hadn’t been lowbrow; but now it was excessively vulgar.
Seok Beomjun pressed down hard on Seo Yuan’s shoulders with a look that seemed ready to devour him.
“Do you think I’ll let you get snatched away by a fucking piece of shit like that? Shit, how long did it take me to find you, you little bitch!”
Seok Beomjun shouted with a completely unhinged face.
The body that had been suffering from side effects was suddenly fine.
This was a miracle.
He was just going to let such a prize go obediently?
That would be certifying himself as the world’s biggest moron.
Seo Yuan winced in pain at the corners of his eyes, then immediately widened them.
Staring blankly up at the shouting Seok Beomjun, he fumbled around in his pocket with his unconstrained hand.
Seok Beomjun glared, wondering what kind of random bullshit stunt the kid was pulling out of nowhere.
And at that moment.
He looked down with an absurd expression at the paper suddenly thrust in front of his face.
“What on earth is this…….”
“If you come to the place written here, you can meet me, mister.”
What Seo Yuan thrust out was none other than a religious flyer exuding an intensely suspicious atmosphere.
It was the flyer for ‘Exalted’—the very one Seok Beomjun had ordered Oh Jongtae to investigate.
The flyer contained phrases meant to attract believers, along with the date and location of worship attendance.
“Do you work here by any chance? Have you lost your mind?”
“This isn’t a weird place, though…….”
“What kind of work do you even do in a mental place like this? Don’t tell me you go around doing proselytizing stuff like pulling in believers here too?”
“Umm, something like that.”
“Ha, fuck, must be because he’s a brat whose blood hasn’t even dried on his head yet. I’m going crazy, seriously.”
Seok Beomjun felt a splitting headache coming on at the sight of Seo Yuan, who looked already deeply immersed in a cult.
It seemed that the character he called an acquaintance hyung had deliberately seduced this innocent kid and initiated him into a cult.
He felt like he finally understood the circumstances.
“Anyway, if you want to see me, come here too. Okay? This is a good place.”
“Did you get shot in the head? My head hurts so bad because of you my skull’s gonna pop open, kid.”
“Ah, getting shot hurts, though……. Did you get shot by a gun, mister?”
“No, shit, that’s not what I meant…… Ahwgh!”
Seok Beomjun felt like his insides were bursting just looking at a kid who was beyond innocent and straight-up stupid.
He couldn’t even gauge where he was supposed to start fixing this.
It was a headache figuring out how on earth to handle a brat whose brain was a blank sheet of paper.
Dammit.
As if he’d ever raised a kid to know how.
“Ha……. First, cram my number into your head. Memorize it, pal.”
Seok Beomjun wrote the numbers down on his phone and showed them to Seo Yuan.
He had a ballpoint pen in his pocket so he could have written it down on the flyer, but that hyung bastard was deeply concerning.
Before he could act rashly, he needed to find out in what manner the kid was being held hostage by that bastard.
So until then, he couldn’t let the hyung character catch wind of anything.
“My name is Seok Beomjun. Memorize the mister’s name too. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Even with a clean brain, you should be able to memorize a number quickly. Let’s check. What’s my number?”
Seok Beomjun turned off his phone screen and gave a look, and Seo Yuan recited the numbers crisply and accurately.
Seok Beomjun soon curled the corners of his mouth up in satisfaction.
“What’s my name?”
“Seok Beomjun mister.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to call me mister, pal.”
“Yes, mister.”
“Seriously, this guy.”
Seok Beomjun made a motion to flick him on the head.
