Non-Resistance Chapter 31

He knew that the moment when he felt the most relieved, thinking it was really over and that he no longer had to be entangled with him, was the best timing for everything to collapse.

“Keep people attached and continue monitoring him until I say otherwise. Keep providing investment funds to Tae Woo Industrial under my name.”

“Yes, understood.”

The man who bowed deeply glanced around the messy house with his eyes before leaving through the front door. Empty syringes and liquor bottles were scattered across the floor. Among them, Dogeon noticed the white envelope on the table, checked the ten million won inside, and let out a scoff.

“Fuck, this feels fucking disgusting.”

Aside from being able to hold Ha Yeongin in his hands again, it had been a long time since he felt this way. Dogeon, who had lived his entire life without lacking anything, hated it when someone touched what was his. It was better to destroy it than to let it be taken away. However, this was the first time something he thought was his had run away on its own.

Recalling Yeongin’s pure white body and the hole that swallowed his cock while sobbing and moaning wildly, Dogeon’s lips froze into a cold line. Thinking of the upcoming semester opening that was not far away, he poured the strong liquor over the envelope labeled [Ha Yeongin].

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“Hyung!”

Yeongwoo ran toward Yeongin, who had come to his father’s house after finishing tutoring, and called out happily. Although his condition had improved a lot after heart surgery, Yeongin was suddenly afraid that the child might overexert himself. He hurriedly approached his younger brother, hugged him, and said.

“I told you not to run.”

“Uung, but I was just too happy to see Hyung!”

“Hyung has been a bit busy lately. I’m sorry.”

Yeongin tightly hugged his younger brother’s small head and patted the child’s back as he burrowed into his embrace. He had been so busy that he could barely remember how he had spent the past days.

No, it was more accurate to say he had deliberately kept himself busy. Except for the time he spent sleeping each day, he had been giving overdue tutoring lessons or doing short-term part-time jobs to earn money.

Even though he now knew he no longer needed to work desperately to survive, he deliberately tormented his body to erase the memories that occasionally surfaced. Yeongin handed his younger brother a bag containing gifts he had bought for him, who would soon be attending school.

“What is this?”

To Yeongwoo, who asked with sparkling eyes, Yeongin replied that they were all his gifts and lovingly watched his excited younger brother tearing open the wrapping paper.

“It’s a new school bag and pencil case for Yeongwoo. And the toys you said you wanted for a while.”

“Wow…. So all of this is mine?”

The child’s mouth opened wide as if he were about to drool. Finding it incredibly cute and lovable, Yeongin stroked Yeongwoo’s hair and held out the last prepared gift while saying.

“Of course. And one more.”

“A cell phone?”

“Yeah. Yeongwoo didn’t have a phone before. That’s why it was hard to call Hyung.”

It was one of the first gifts he wanted to buy once he had some financial leeway. Moreover, since he would have to live separately once he started attending school, he really wanted to give him this.

“You can contact me anytime if you miss Hyung.”

“Uung…”

As if realizing he would have to live apart from now on, Yeongwoo’s previously bright lips began to droop gloomily.

Having successfully completed the surgery and recovered quickly, Yeongwoo no longer needed to stay in the hospital. At eleven years old, Yeongwoo, who would be attending school at a late age, had decided to live with his father.

Yeongin was still a student, and due to his father’s strong insistence, it was decided that his younger brother would live with their father. However, since his father’s company was in Yongin, they could not live together with Yeongin, whose school was in Seoul.

“I’ll come down every weekend. Let’s go to the amusement park together on Yeongwoo’s birthday.”

“Amusement park?”

“You said you wanted to go once you were discharged from the hospital. After sleeping just a hundred more nights, it’ll be Yeongwoo’s birthday, so let’s go play there together, just the two of us.”

Fortunately, as expected of a child, Yeongwoo’s expression brightened again. Yeongin made a pinky promise with him, even stamping and signing it, and was able to lift his younger brother’s mood.

His father arrived, and they had a meal out together for the first time in a while. The dinner menu was jajangmyeon, which Yeongwoo had been singing about ever since he was in the hospital. While drinking the plum tea served as dessert after the meal, his father spoke to Yeongin.

“When did you say you were moving into the dormitory?”

“Starting tomorrow.”

Since he had already told the landlady that he would be moving out and had packed all his luggage, all he had to do was move his things into the dormitory. Yeongin nodded awkwardly and asked his father, who was drinking tea.

“Are you doing okay these days, Father?”

“Ahem. Of course, naturally. The company is growing steadily, and there’s a lot more work coming in, so you don’t need to worry.”

“That’s a relief…. But Yeongwoo…”

His father’s company had become this busy, and Yeongwoo was still young; he was worried whether it would be okay for him to keep attending school. Seeing his darkened expression, the man was startled and took Yeongin’s hand as he spoke.

“You just focus on school without worrying about anything. I can take care of Yeongwoo completely.”

He added that he was also looking for a teacher to look after Yeongwoo. It seemed his earlier words about wanting to finally fulfill his role as a father were sincere.

Yeongin let out a long internal sigh and nodded, saying he understood. The man’s face visibly relaxed with relief, and the tension left his lips. Then, as if hesitating for a moment, he moved his lips and asked Yeongin.

“But Yeongin, about you and the YS Group grandson…”

Clang—.

“Ah!”

At that moment, the spoon Yeongwoo was holding fell to the floor, making his father’s words hard to hear. It sounded like something about YS Group. Yeongin quickly picked up the spoon his younger brother had dropped, handed him a new one, and turned his gaze to his father as he asked.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear it properly. What did you say?”

“Ah, ahem, it’s nothing. It wasn’t anything important.”

Yeongin looked at his father, who hurriedly stood up and headed to the counter, tilting his head in puzzlement. Then, when his younger brother said his hands were sticky and he wanted to wash them, Yeongin took Yeongwoo and left the restaurant.

After returning to his father’s house and confirming that his younger brother had fallen asleep, Yeongin got up past 10 p.m. and came out to the living room.

“Father, I’ll be going now.”

“Alright. It’s gotten quite late. Go quickly before it gets any later.”

“Yes. I’ll come again on the weekend.”

Yeongin bowed deeply and hurriedly walked toward the bus stop, as there wasn’t much time left until the last bus.

Huu.

Whenever he was alone like this, even for a short while, thoughts of Dogeon naturally came to mind. He never thought he would come to like him this much, someone he had initially thought was a bad connection. Yeongin often imagined what would have happened if he hadn’t listened to that man’s words that day.

Would it have hurt less if he had just remained ignorant and continued his one-sided crush?

With a bitter smile, Yeongin looked up at the sky with sad eyes filled with the sorrow and sense of loss that came with the failure of his first love.

“I’m such an idiot…”

The man only thought of him as a convenient tool to use, yet here he was, missing him like this and still unable to forget him. It was stupid.

In truth, although he had blocked Dogeon’s number, because the man knew where his house was, he had once hoped that he might come looking for him at his rented room.

He had even imagined Dogeon apologizing, saying it was all a misunderstanding on his part. However, he never came looking for him. Yeongin realized that his relationship with the man was far more insignificant than he had thought.

Rolling the bitter taste in his mouth with his tongue, he boarded the red bus that arrived just then. Sitting down and leaning his head against the backrest, Yeongin closed his eyes tightly. Along with the thought that he wished the thoughts of Dogeon would also turn as black as the darkness before his eyes, the bus he was on slowly headed toward Seoul.