Hazardous Concentration Chapter 41

That is why I was even more surprised by the instructions I received early this morning. No sooner had I entered the room than the intercom rang. It was from Yeo Taejun. He told me that someone would be coming by shortly, and that I should go out and bring them in personally. Even though I was a bit surprised at the time, I thought nothing of it. I figured it was for work. However, upon seeing the pale young man standing in front of the back gate, Butler Yoon felt her mind become a mess.

The young man, who seemed to have no personal connection to Yeo Taejun—let alone the TS—was standing there with an anxious look on his face.

Even as I walked ahead, I wondered what on earth this was all about. But an even more surprising thing happened in the morning. While I answered that I understood the various, unexpected requests, my mind was a complete blank. Has the Director ever cared about someone like this before? Then again, just bringing him into the house was surprising enough.

After finishing the cleaning of the study and heading to the bedroom, she paused for a moment at the sight that unfolded before her. It was worse than the study. The sheets were pulled down, and empty water bottles and clutter were scattered everywhere. It was clear exactly what had happened throughout the night.

“…”

After a moment of silence, she began to clean again. She gathered the trash to throw away and the sheets to change. That was when the dried bodily fluids came into full view.

She recalled the CCTV footage she had seen earlier. The image of him limping away, his face deathly pale as if he had seen a ghost, remained etched in her mind.

He looked very young. I remember him coming in yesterday with a face stiff with fear. Perhaps that was why. That was why the Director had left me with instructions as if he were particularly concerned.

‘If he is sleeping, don’t disturb him, just leave him alone.’

There was no subject mentioned, but it was impossible not to know what he was referring to.

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‘You must be exhausted, so please rest just for today. I’ll make sure to explain things well to the owner. You look so pale, it’s like you’re about to collapse at any moment.’

The manager shook his head as he looked at Eunhoo.

‘Thank you.’

Thinking it was fortunate, Eunhoo went to his accommodation and charged his phone first. The screen, which had been pitch black, lit up, and text message notification sounds rang out in succession. Most were spam or money-related texts. Glancing through them roughly as if sorting them out, he slowly straightened his hunched body and headed to the bathroom. Perhaps it was thanks to moving several times earlier; his muscles seemed a little loosened, and it was a bit easier to move than before.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, he took off the clothes he was wearing. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and it was much the same with his pants. But the biggest problem was his underwear. It felt like something was flowing earlier, and sure enough, sticky bodily fluids were matted to it.

“Huu….”

His shirt was soaked with sweat, and it was much the same with his pants. But the biggest problem was his underwear. It felt like something was flowing earlier, and sure enough, sticky bodily fluids were matted to it.

Although it was a small amount, there were also a few drops of blood on the underwear. Seeing the blood, he suddenly felt worried that his insides might have been torn. He had been mercilessly rammed all night long with that huge thing, so logically, he wondered how his insides could possibly be fine.

Frightened, Eunhoo’s eyes turned red. Sniffling, he limped toward the sink. He turned on the faucet to wash his dirty face, looked up, and stared at the mirror in front of him; he held his breath in total shock.

From his neck to below his navel, his body was a mess of splotches. Was that why the manager was surprised? Aside from the places visible at a glance, there were traces all over his inner arms and around his waist.

Looking down, it was even worse below.

“…”

Dumbfounded, Eunhoo examined his body, then paused as he saw the white, viscous fluid flowing out in a rush once again. It felt like quite a lot had already come out, so to think there was still more left was appalling. He wondered just how much had been poured inside him; rather than just leaving it, he felt like he had to scrape it out.

Eunhoo roughly wiped himself with a towel and limped into the shower booth. Then, he began to reach inside himself in earnest. Although he fumbled a few times not knowing what to do, he was even more shocked than he expected when his fingers finally entered deep inside. His mind went blank. When he touched himself, there wasn’t a single spot from his labia minora to his vulva that wasn’t sore. Because of that, he had to flinch several times even while washing.

“Heu….”

As he inserted his fingers and pulled them out, more clumps flowed out than before. Seeing that made his eyes heat up instantly. A sense of wretchedness covered his whole body.

“Sob.”

The viscous fluid dripped onto the floor with a soft sound. After stirring inside until beads of sweat formed on his forehead, he realized nothing more was coming out, and Eunhoo turned on the faucet.

Swish.

The water pouring from the shower head washed the white traces that had decorated the floor cleanly down the drain.

Eunhoo stood there for a long time, letting the pouring water hit him.

By the time he had washed his body, however roughly, quite some time had passed. Eunhoo was completely drained and slumped to the floor.

He didn’t even have the energy to spread out the bedding. The old wallpaper, so different from the neat and luxurious bedroom of Yeo Taejun, came into view.

A rattling sound came from an old electric fan.

At that moment, Eunhoo clearly realized the fact that he had gotten himself into trouble. He had slept with Yeo Taejun. And not only that, but he had even signed a contract to provide his body whenever he wanted from now on. In a word, he had sold himself to him for money.

“…”

Before selling his body, he had sworn that he would rather die than ever do such a thing. But in reality, nothing had changed. The sun was shining brightly in the sky just like yesterday, and the world was still spinning peacefully.

Eunhoo closed his dry, stinging eyes. His head hurt and his body felt limp; if it were up to his heart, he would want to do nothing and sleep like this. But he couldn’t.

“Haa.”

Sighing, he kept his eyes closed for a moment before suddenly turning his head to look at the phone he had placed on the desk.

Originally, he had intended to go to the hospital right after his interview with the manager. Right now, his mother’s condition was more important than anything else. But once he returned to the accommodation and thought about it, a place he needed to go first came to mind. His body creaked and screamed for him to rest, but Eunhoo forced himself to get up.

Gurgle.

At the sound suddenly coming from his stomach, Eunhoo burst into laughter in disbelief.

“To be hungry at a time like this….”

It was the same on the day when his house went bankrupt and he was chased out to the street. He was hungry and sleepy. It was a natural phenomenon for a person, but precisely because of that, Eunhoo felt like he wasn’t a person.

In the end, without even being able to rest, Eunhoo left the accommodation immediately.

Would it have been better to put on a bandage, even if it looked a bit messy?

Even though it was mid-summer, he had no choice but to wrap a handkerchief tightly around his neck because of the marks. He felt suffocated by the heat, but there was no other way.

Eunhoo left the accommodation and headed for HW Capital. Whenever he came here, his chest felt tight, as if he had indigestion. Today was the same. Holding back a sigh, he paced in front of the entrance for several minutes. Occasionally, he made eye contact with people coming and going. Even knowing he looked suspicious, Eunhoo paced for several more minutes.

I should go in, right?

Just as Eunhoo, having made up his mind, turned his body toward another entrance on the side rather than the main entrance of the Capital, a man with a solid build was smoking a cigarette in front of a utility pole about 5 meters away. It was a common-looking impression, but Eunhoo felt a sense of déjà vu.

Didn’t I see that person near [Songrim] earlier?

Just as he thought that, the man stubbed out his cigarette, turned on his heel, and started walking.

“Is it just my imagination?”

It seemed his nerves were too on edge.

The next place Eunhoo headed after leaving the accommodation was a building in Myeongun-dong.

The sign he looked up at had “HW Capital” written on it in large letters.

Eunhoo headed toward another entrance on the side, not the main entrance of the Capital.

The HW Capital building had a total of 7 floors. The 1st and 2nd floors were spaces for loans, where people in uniforms served customers kindly just like in any other bank. Their appearance must have felt like a savior. Perhaps his father felt the same way, too.

But he wouldn’t have known. That above the space filled with kind smiles, people were dying day in and day out.