Hazardous Concentration Chapter 6

It was the same with his mother, and honestly, everything felt so difficult and exhausting that I wanted to give up on everything. I wanted to cling to anything to escape this reality. But the feeling of hands trying to take off my pants snapped me back to my senses.

Eunhoo ruffled his hair.

Besides, how often did that man have such experiences that he could pin someone down and lay them out so casually?

He might be built to get his money’s worth for his looks, but still, that’s not right.

“And he doesn’t even remember who I am.”

My chest, which he had been sucking on in a drunken, delirious trance, throbbed. When I lifted my head, the green light had already changed to red. Eunhoo hurried his limping steps as if to shake off the thoughts filling his mind.

In any case, he’s someone I’ll never see again. So, let’s stop this.

But why does my heart feel so empty? Eunhoo took a step forward with a gloomy face.

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There are many rumors about the late grandfather of Yeo Taejun, but the most famous one concerns his origin.

The reason Chairman Park of Taegang—the predecessor to TS—cherished him so exceptionally was widely rumored for a long time to be because he was his biological son.

Chairman Park, who was quite famous as a philanderer in his younger days, had a main wife as well as several concubines, and it was said he was a child born to one of them. Indeed, considering the affection and full support Chairman Park showed his grandfather, it wasn’t a story that was hard to believe.

The grandfather rode on Chairman Park’s back and went from success to success. However, he didn’t succeed simply because of the backing of Chairman Park. His grandfather had a natural talent for making money. At the time, Taegang was gradually falling behind other companies due to successive unfavorable factors, but things changed once his grandfather became the successor. It soared even higher, as if it had never been in a slump. And his father, the current chairman of TS, inherited his grandfather’s will and grew their assets even further. Now, TS was one of the companies with the most assets in South Korea. However, three years ago, just before the new city development, his father fell into an unconscious state due to a car accident.

Yeo Taejun got on the elevator that went straight to the VIP ward. Before long, the elevator stopped at the top floor.

Thump.

Black leather shoes pressed down on the floor, which didn’t have a single speck of dust. The sound of two people’s footsteps, including the secretary following behind, echoed through the corridor.

Unlike the noisy first-floor lobby and the general wards, the VIP ward was very quiet. As a space meant only for the top tier, one could see the attention paid to everything, from the lighting to the paintings hanging on the walls.

As they walked down the not-very-long hospital corridor, Yeo Taejun’s secretary, Kim Hyun-seong, gave his report quickly.

“Regarding the target you instructed, we haven’t been able to confirm it yet as the designated driver service is not yet open for business. I will report back to you within the day.”

Yeo Taejun listened to Kim Hyun-seong’s briefing without a word.

“And we have also retrieved the CCTV you requested.”

Since it was a place for VIPs, there were no CCTVs in the hallways or rooms. Therefore, they had to secure CCTVs from the surrounding roads. On them, although not clear, a young man in his early 20s was captured, with just enough detail to barely identify his face. Because he had been sent into the room, I initially thought he was a male prostitute sent by President Jeong. I was briefly furious at President Jeong, who had dared to send such a thing into the room on his own despite my orders not to be disturbed, but the reaction was different. It wasn’t the feigned innocence of a pro, but the gaze of someone who truly didn’t know what to do because they were clueless. I sensed something was off then, but because I was drugged, I soon ignored it.

After regaining my senses the next day and trying to find out, President Jeong contacted me, saying there had been a mistake. Originally, he had never sent a male prostitute to the room Yeo Taejun had entered. It was a mistake by his subordinates who had sent the person who was supposed to go to a different room. Furthermore, the person sent in wasn’t even a male prostitute. Upon checking, it turned out to be a designated driver. The situation had gotten completely tangled.

“Right.”

A leisurely voice was heard.

The man, who possessed distinct features on top of flawless skin, was so handsome that one might wonder if he was a model or an entertainer.

His massive height, which looked like it easily cleared 190 cm, and his body dressed in a classic-style pitch-black suit looked solid. However, more prominent than his clothes or his appearance was his atmosphere. Yeo Taejun exuded a bleak aura that suppressed people just by his appearance. He was still wearing a faint smile on his lips, but his appearance never looked easygoing.

“Did you find the bastard who tampered with the alcohol?”

“Yes. We anticipate it was the work of the waiter who has been unreachable since yesterday. His personal details are as I told you.”

Due to yesterday’s business transaction, I went to the club [Desire], drank alcohol mixed with drugs, and lost my mind. If Yeo Taejun, who has a high tolerance for most drugs, was that far gone, it meant the concentration was quite strong. In short, it was true that they had drugged it to kill me.

“It’s a pity for them that I didn’t die. What does President Jeong say? Surely he doesn’t think the waiter committed such an act on his own?”

President Jeong, who learned the truth belatedly, had come to find Yeo Taejun early in the morning carrying a painting by the most famous artist lately, saying he was truly sorry, but he had to return without even breaking even.

“He is vehemently denying it, saying it is something he knows nothing about.”

“President Jeong, now that he’s lined his belly with some grease, it seems he’s lost his fear. Spouting such bullshit as an excuse.”

Yeo Taejun let out a small, sharp laugh.

“Should I crack his skull open one more time?”

In the early days—that is, when his boss’s temper wasn’t revealed to the public—President Jeong had once secretly spiked his drink with an aphrodisiac, calling it a “surprise gift” for high-ranking people. He probably didn’t think much of it, saying that amount was just to lightly liven up the mood, but he had picked the wrong person. Back then, his boss had picked up a nearby wine bottle and smashed it straight into President Jeong’s head without a word.

“It didn’t seem like a lie.”

President Jeong also had a brain, so he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

At that time, the cost of the alcohol President Jeong had laid out in the room in an attempt to bleed Yeo Taejun’s money amounted to approximately 50 million won. The most expensive item among them was a bottle of wine worth 25,000 dollars, about 30 million won in Korean currency. But out of all that alcohol, the bottle Yeo Taejun chose as a blunt weapon happened to be that very wine bottle. President Jeong, who didn’t know much about his boss and tried to catch him as a sucker, only to get hit hard, had trembled whenever he heard even the syllable “Yeo” ever since.

“Until this week.”

Even in the voice that flowed out like a whisper, a cold intimidation could be felt. The lighting revealed Yeo Taejun’s face explicitly.

Kim Hyun-seong’s back straightened up in tension. Anyone would be like that if their boss looked at them that way.

His boss was beautiful and elegant, but he was a poisonous flower.

“Tell him not to think about brushing it off with some painting; if he wants to live, tell him to find out by any means necessary.”

Yeo Taejun pressed down on his brow bone with a weary expression. Even after consuming a large amount of drugs, the fact that he was standing there with a clear head was actually remarkable.

“My life isn’t on the same level as a painting worth a few hundred million won, is it?”

“I will be sure to convey that.”

“You do that.”

Yeo Taejun laughed. It was a smile that sent a chill down the spine. Kim Hyun-seong bowed deeply at the waist.

Immediately after, Yeo Taejun wiped the laughter completely from his lips. Then, he pressed down on his brow.

How much of the drug did that fucker pour in? If I recall last night’s events, my mind just felt hazy, as if shrouded in fog. In those blurry memories, Yeo Taejun sucked on someone’s skin with all his might.

‘Ugh, ahhh!’

Who could it have been? It was certain I wasn’t alone, but I had no memory of who I was with. However, it was clear that it wasn’t a woman.

‘In the past, President Jeong once pushed a male prostitute on me.’

As he had picked and chosen, the appearance was certainly beautiful. However, no matter how dressed up they were, I didn’t want to hold a male piece of shit with a cock. That was because one of his grandfather’s hobbies was molesting young boys. Yeo Taejun, who grew up watching that, avoided not only sodomy but also the young ones.

‘But fuck, why is this so sweet?’

Yeo Taejun rubbed his lips against the soft cheek with his eyes heavily unfocused. Because of the sweet scent, his sexual desire boiled over uncontrollably. Even if it was because of the drugs, he had a preference. Until now, Yeo Taejun had only embraced voluptuous women.