The World of Contrasts Vol. 3 Chapter 8

Every time Jaemin, who had become completely honest with his emotions after losing his memory, threw such counterpunches, Daeyoung felt like he was knocked down in the ring.

“You really take my soul out, Jang Jaemin.”

As Daeyoung slowly curled his lips into a smile, Jaemin chuckled and whispered back.

“I like it.”

“Yeah, it’s fucking thrilling.”

Daeyoung, speaking in a low voice, suddenly lost his composure and showered Jaemin with kisses. Jaemin could only escape after having his lips and neck thoroughly sucked in front of the valet attendant in the car.

“I’ll buy that. Just as it’s displayed in the window. The size should be for this guy.”

The shameless man who had just publicly kissed Jaemin led him to the luxury section. With Daeyoung’s no-nonsense purchase decision, the employee’s face lit up with delight.

“Oh, you know exactly what would suit your partner!”

“…Can you see my face?”

Jaemin, annoyed, started unwrapping the scarf Daeyoung had wrapped around him before entering the building, asking the employee. Only then did Jaemin’s face become visible, and the employee’s eyes widened. She then plastered a terrifyingly kind smile on her face.

“There are things you can’t hide no matter how much you cover them. Your partner has a great eye.”

“Also, please give me the shoes on the left side of the corner, the second pair.”

“Wait, how much are these?”

As Jaemin tried to look at the price tag, Daeyoung gently pulled him back and whispered softly.

“Don’t be noisy.”

“…What?”

“And don’t act cute in front of other people. It’s annoying.”

“Ha…”

Jaemin could only gape in disbelief at his outrageous words. The employee, sensing instinctively who had the wallet, paid no attention to Jaemin’s “no” and was already fetching the shoes.

“The fit of these shoes is really good, sir. It’s better to try them on, but…”

“No, just give them to me. Don’t touch that guy’s body.”

Holding the shoes upside down in his hand, Daeyoung turned them around, licked his lips once, and looked at the employee.

“One size larger than this would do.”

The male employee, who had been responding courteously, flinched a bit before taking a step back. It was because Daeyoung was releasing pheromones. Jaemin, noticing the omega employee seeming flustered and rushing to fetch the shoes, gripped Daeyoung’s arm tightly.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to release pheromones in public?”

“Oh, did I do that?”

Even after committing the faux pas, Daeyoung was nonchalant. The next words he spoke to Jaemin, who was looking at him in shock, were equally casual.

“Jaemin.”

“What.”

“Wear these shoes and stroke my cock today.”

“…Stop talking like a lunatic.”

While Jaemin was rolling his eyes in disbelief, a few employees quickly finished wrapping the items and prompted Daeyoung to pay.

“Forget it. Don’t buy it.”

Jaemin pushed down the black card Daeyoung was offering, making his stance clear.

“Why.”

“It’s not my style.”

Honestly, the shoes weren’t bad. The elongated shape was sleek, and they were also light and functional.

However, when Jaemin imagined himself walking briskly in those shoes, he felt an uncomfortable sensation. His current sneakers, worn to the point of breaking in, felt much more comfortable.

“I know your style better than anyone.”

Daeyoung stated this with conviction as he looked at Jaemin.

“Yes, they would look really good on you.”

The omega employee who had blushed earlier was now acting composed, backing up Daeyoung’s words.

“Sir, is there anything else I can help you with?”

Among the employees, someone with a distinct aura approached them. Jaemin, who had worked in clubs and was quite seasoned in the service industry, immediately recognized her as a manager.

“No, we’re leaving soon.”

The woman with her hair cut in a sleek bob stared at Jaemin intently for a moment. Her eyes widened, and her face showed an expression of surprise.

“It’s been so long since you’ve visited! How have you been?”

“…Do you know me?”

Jaemin’s genuine question made the manager look embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I should have approached you right away.”

The manager thought Jaemin was identifying her. Jaemin, flustered, said “no,” while Daeyoung let out a small chuckle beside him. The manager guided them with an even more respectful attitude.

“Let’s go inside first. I’ll prepare some tea for you in the back.”

“Ah… we’re a bit busy.”

Jaemin refused again, but the manager’s attitude became increasingly submissive.

“I apologize. I was away, so I wasn’t informed. We always manage our VIP customer list, but it seems one of our staff made a mistake.”

VIP? Jaemin frowned, and the manager bowed her head.

“Please be lenient with us.”

“No one made a mistake.”

Feeling burdened by her bowing almost 120 degrees as if she had committed a sin, Jaemin waved his hands.

“Alright. This fuss is more embarrassing, so just give me those shoes…”

“Then I will personally serve you from now on.”

As soon as the manager spoke with the determination of someone going into battle, an employee quickly approached with a tablet PC, rapidly touching the screen in front of her.

While watching the manager scan the list of luxury items Daeyoung had chosen, Jaemin seriously wondered if he might have been a troublesome customer here in the past. If Daeyoung had brought him here knowing this, he really felt like hitting him.

In the meantime, the manager, who had finished her analysis, spoke up.

“Indeed, your taste remains classy even after time has passed. Most of the items you’ve chosen are from the line that designer Sabatini has recently made a comeback with.”

“…I didn’t pick out the clothes.”

Jaemin answered disinterestedly, but the manager smiled brightly with lips perfectly painted with red lipstick.

“I’m even happier that your companion knows your style perfectly.”

Definitely a pro.

“Is that so? How much is that one?”

Jaemin casually gestured with his chin towards the first garment that caught his eye among the displayed items. It was a black knit with holes all over, looking like white ink had been accidentally spilled on it, resembling a sackcloth.

“You have a good eye.”

The manager, taking his question as interest in the product, snapped her fingers. An employee quickly ran over with the item Jaemin had pointed out.

“This is from the same designer’s new collection this season. It’s sold out everywhere except our store.”

Fucking crazy.

The manager tapped the product details on the tablet PC. Jaemin sighed and glanced at the price, immediately grimacing.

Misinterpreting Jaemin’s expression, she explained eagerly that the torn knit, priced over 150,000 won, was considered affordable as it was aimed at younger generations.

The most expensive piece of clothing Jaemin remembered was a goose down jacket Mama had bought him last winter for 19,900 yen.

“Even if you lost your memory, your class remains the same, huh?”

Daeyoung whispered in Jaemin’s ear, barely holding back his laughter. He seemed to find the whole situation amusing, clearly intent on messing with Jaemin.

“But exclude that one. It’s not happening.”

Daeyoung, who seemed ready to buy everything, drew the line at the sackcloth.

“Why not? Are you short on cash?”

“You don’t like showing skin.”

“That’s what you don’t like.”

“That’s also true.”

Jaemin chuckled at Daeyoung, who didn’t deny it. Remembering how much Daeyoung had kissed him in the car, Jaemin suddenly wanted to tease him.

“Can I try on that shirt?”

As expected, Daeyoung’s thick eyebrows twitched.

“It would be our honor if you tried it on. Then for pants…”

“Those.”

“I figured as much. With the revival of classic lines recently…”

“Excuse me, I have a headache, could you stop talking for a moment?”

The manager closed her mouth and snapped her fingers again, and someone ran over with a tray holding a carbonated drink with a luxury logo.

Jaemin, thinking there was no hope here, grabbed the clothes and headed towards the fitting room. His body moved naturally. No one had told him where the VIP fitting room was inside the showroom, yet he knew exactly where it was.

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“Isn’t the secretary who always comes with the customer here today?”

One of the employees lined up at the entrance, carrying two shopping bags each, asked Jaemin. Jaemin blinked and then had no choice but to look at Daeyoung.

“Who are they talking about?”

At that moment, a low “Fuck.” escaped from Daeyoung’s lips, leaving Jaemin bewildered. Doubting his ears at the random curse, Jaemin watched as Daeyoung, with a frown, snatched the shopping bags. Jaemin was taken aback by this sudden change in Daeyoung’s mood.

Why is he suddenly like this?

The employees were just as confused. All they had done was look for someone to carry the bags. The person Jaemin used to bring was Seonho, and Seonho’s behavior clearly showed a hierarchy, which was completely different from Daeyoung’s actions.

The staff at the luxury section didn’t know why Jaemin appeared in clothes that didn’t fit him, but they were certain that the change in his demeanor over the years was because of the lover beside him.

The employees, who had been curious about whom the VIP would meet, were slightly surprised to see him with an alpha lover but soon accepted it.

It wasn’t that they wanted to engage in a dull discussion about ‘there’s no rule saying alphas can’t meet.’ The alpha beside him, exuding an aura of intimidation from head to toe, seemed like the type who wouldn’t rest until he had whatever human he had his eyes on, no matter what trait they might have.

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“Why are you suddenly lowering your voice? It’s making me uncomfortable.”

Jaemin poked him with his elbow. Daeyoung, paying no mind, wrapped his arm around Jaemin’s shoulder and spoke clearly.

“Since we’re out, let’s stop by the hospital. We’re out of heat suppressants.”

“…You told me not to use them before.”

“We should keep some on hand for emergencies.”

Daeyoung smiled, bowed his head, and kissed Jaemin’s neck. Jaemin didn’t notice the employees’ eyes widening, nor did he realize they were learning for the first time about his trait, and what that meant.

Daeyoung was gradually marking his presence in Jaemin’s daily life. The alpha Jang Jaemin who used to bring around Lee Seonho no longer existed. There was only a beautiful omega receiving the love of his marked alpha.

Thud.

The incident happened 10 minutes after they had visited the hospital and got back into the car. It all started with a single comment from Jaemin.

“Did I have a secretary?”

“…Not a secretary, more like an errand boy.”

Daeyoung’s profile, gripping the steering wheel, always looked like a sculpture. Jaemin looked at him and asked again.

“Who was that?”

Even though Jaemin asked again, Daeyoung’s response seemed off.

“I’m tired, Jaemin.”

Jaemin blinked at him silently. His perfect features looked stiff. It seemed like something was bothering him, but Jaemin couldn’t figure out what.

“You told me I was an orphan. You said our parents died in an accident when I was young.”

“…Yeah.”

Daeyoung gave a short answer. He had only explained that much to Jaemin, skipping the details of the accident.

“If you don’t tell me about myself, I really know nothing.”

“…I told you, you’ll remember everything in time, without rushing.”

“Then can’t you help me out until then?”

As he spoke, Jaemin felt a heat rising within him.

“Why do you always shut up when I ask for something more detailed?”

Daeyoung’s thick eyebrows furrowed. Listening to the engine revving up, Jaemin spoke with a twisted voice.

“Are you trying to deceive me or something?”

Screech! The car came to a stop. They were on a quiet forest road.

Daeyoung spoke with fiery eyes.

“Your mother died in a fire. And your father committed suicide.”

“…”

Jaemin bit his lip hard without saying anything. He hadn’t imagined this was the kind of story Daeyoung hadn’t told him. He had only thought of something like a car accident.

Looking directly into Jaemin’s trembling eyes, Daeyoung spat out his words.

“Your mother’s name was Seol Junkyung. And what was the other one? Your lackey’s name?”

Daeyoung’s broad chest expanded and contracted repeatedly.

“…Park Sejun. He was killed by a knife after hanging around you. He was stabbed thirteen times, and his genitals were mutilated.”

The color drained from Jaemin’s already pale skin. Looking at him, Daeyoung snapped back.

“Is that enough?”

“…Yeah.”

A subdued voice came from Jaemin, who had been silent. He answered calmly while looking at Daeyoung. Noticing Daeyoung’s clenched fist trembling on the steering wheel, Jaemin placed his hand over his.

“I’m sorry.”

“…What?”

Daeyoung looked as if he’d been struck by lightning. Turning to him with a frown, Jaemin spoke again, this time quietly but clearly.

“I’m sorry.”

Daeyoung just clenched his jaw hard, not speaking for a moment. Looking at Jaemin as if he were a different person, he finally spoke in a lowered voice.

“…What are you sorry for?”

“You were withholding information because you were worried about me… Hmm… and I got angry without even knowing that.”

Feeling his throat tighten, Jaemin cleared it before continuing. Now he understood why Daeyoung hadn’t been forthcoming about the past.

“I was stupidly insensitive. It’s embarrassing.”

Click.

That was when Daeyoung impatiently unbuckled his seat belt. Jaemin, whose words were cut off, frowned as Daeyoung’s large frame squeezed into the passenger seat. With a “zzz” sound, the back seat where Jaemin was sitting slowly moved back to create more space.

“…What are you doing?”

“Take it off.”

“What?”

Jaemin made a sharp noise towards him. Even though it was a quiet area, cars still passed by. In the car parked crookedly under a large tree, Daeyoung’s hands, which had carefully dressed him, were now roughly undoing the clothes.

“What are you talking about, you said to stay like this until we get home.”

“Stay still.”

Daeyoung spoke like a thug, threatening. His voice was hoarse as if he had a terrible cold.

When Jaemin came out of the fitting room wearing the tattered beggar’s clothes, Daeyoung’s eyes went wild. Jaemin’s neck, marked with the kisses Daeyoung had planted all over, was red with blood rushing to it.

He barely held back from tearing the clothes off right there. He thought for a moment that if he could monopolize this lovely sight of his omega, it would be fine if Jang Jaemin’s memories never returned.

But once again, the unpleasant fragments of the past had stirred Jaemin’s curiosity. Whether it was Lee Seonho or Park Sejun, all the names were irritating. Even the memory of his beloved mother was now just a nuisance.

He had deliberately spoken with sharp, cutting words like unsheathing a blade. But instead of lashing back, Jaemin, like a well-behaved dog, lowered his tail and whispered an apology, and at that moment, Daeyoung’s patience shattered. Along with it, his blood rushed to his abdomen.

In Daeyoung’s shining eyes, a thick, unanswerable desire overflowed.

“Are you seriously horny right now?”

Jaemin raised an eyebrow, looking at him in disbelief. Daeyoung took short, sharp breaths, his eyes gleaming with madness.

To compensate for the 7 years he hadn’t been able to observe, he should keep Jang Jaemin confined where only his eyes could see him for the next 10 years. The thought of Jaemin wearing these clothes, freely walking the streets, apologizing to everyone he bumped into, made a fire rise within him.

“Wearing clothes like this means you want to be fucked.”

Daeyoung’s hand slipped through the deliberately torn fabric. His rough fingers twisted Jaemin’s swollen nipples, forcing Jaemin to bite his lip to suppress a moan.

“Hng… don’t say stuff like that out there, you’ll be called a lunatic.”

“I am a lunatic, so what?”

As Daeyoung squeezed Jaemin’s flat chest, the bones on the back of his hand protruded, and the fabric made a weak tearing sound.

With one side of his chest now exposed due to the tear, the lifespan of the 1.5 million won shirt was over after just one day.

“You’re not allowed to wear this kind of clothing from now on.”

Jaemin was slightly taken aback by Daeyoung’s unreasonable behavior, especially since he had already acknowledged his mistake and apologized despite the embarrassment. What kind of reaction is this? Something was starting to boil inside Jaemin.

“Hey, Mr. Jang Daeyoung.”

“…”

“Do I have to do whatever you say?”

He didn’t know how much of himself he had given up to this man before losing his memory, but this felt excessive.

“Do I have to wear what you tell me to wear and take off what you tell me to take off?”

“Drop that shitty title.”

As Daeyoung’s black eyes gleamed, Jaemin’s words came out without passing through his brain.

“Am I your doll, you bastard?”

“…”

“Cut it out, really.”

Hearing Jaemin’s voice, sharp as a blade, Daeyoung frowned and bit his lower lip.

Jaemin thought he might get hit, but instead, Daeyoung turned his head, letting out a long sigh as if releasing blocked breath, and chuckled.

The large hand slowly rubbing his face seemed like he was enduring something or looked confused. But the most fitting description was still “crazy bastard.”

“You’re right, I don’t want anyone else to see your body. I admit it.”

Daeyoung finally spoke, looking at Jaemin. The wild look in his eyes from moments ago was gone, replaced by a gaze that seemed to soothe him.

“But you never enjoyed exposure. No, to be precise, it was the opposite.”

“Honestly, I don’t care about clothes. But I don’t get why you keep…”

Jaemin trailed off, trying to find the right words but couldn’t find any.

“Why you keep making me feel suffocated.”

“It’s because I’m anxious.”

“About what?”

“That someone might steal my omega away.”

His cheeks suddenly felt hot. Jaemin didn’t even try to hide his shocked expression and clicked his tongue.

“That’s insane… You’re sick.”

“If you meet someone like yourself, you’ll understand how I feel.”

Jaemin finally let out a sarcastic laugh, touching his temple. Daeyoung smiled with his handsome face in response.

“So, have we made up now?”

“Made up? Are we kids?”

Daeyoung licked his lips slowly, finding the situation awkward.

“Around you, I’m always an eighteen-year-old with boiling blood.”

The conscienceless alpha spouted nonsense. Then came the sound of a buckle being undone and a zipper going down, filling the tight space with the overwhelming scent of an alpha. Jaemin’s neck reddening was purely instinctive.

“Then you should keep your promise now.”

“…What promise…?”

Jaemin was a bit surprised when Daeyoung reached into the back seat. He frowned as Daeyoung grabbed the shopping bag with the shoe case.

When Daeyoung threw one shoe onto Jaemin’s stomach and then pulled out his cock, Jaemin could only gape in shock. The vile words about doing something with the shoe-wearing foot suddenly came to mind.

“Put them on and step on my cock with it.”

Jaemin’s fear that he had dismissed as unlikely became reality. He didn’t want to think about this every time he saw the shoes that had rubbed against his cock.

“Fuck, stop this rich asshole behavior!”

Jaemin threw the shoe far enough to reach the trunk. He gave Daeyoung a look that said he was totally turned off, but Daeyoung just chuckled and raised his erection higher.

“Then shall we do it barefoot?”

Daeyoung grabbed Jaemin’s calf, stripping off his old sneakers and socks. Jaemin panted heavily as Daeyoung started rubbing his cock against the soles of his feet.

“You… you’re a pervert?”

“You’re the pervert. You’ve always had a hobby of stepping on me. You enjoyed it publicly.”

As his feet were rubbed against, Jaemin’s body heated up, and pheromones began to rise slowly like invisible smoke.

“Look at this. You’re getting excited while stepping on me.”

Daeyoung laughed, his voice vibrating from his throat.

The sensation of his toes being tickled and the coarse pubic hair against his soles made his hole start to moisten. Even without Daeyoung releasing pheromones. Jaemin couldn’t believe he was getting aroused by stepping on him with his feet.

“You… haah… didn’t you hate it?”

As Jaemin panted and asked, Daeyoung gripped his ankle, his long eyes shining.

“There were times I hated it.”

“Haah… haah…”

“But mostly, it was lovely.”

“Hng…”

Daeyoung’s hand around his ankle tightened. Jaemin tried to gauge how strong the grip of his large hand could be. Even at its strongest, it wouldn’t break bones, he thought, but then Daeyoung’s hand twisted in a strange direction.

Realizing his ankle could break with just a little more force in that position, Jaemin’s eyes flickered with a blue light. Watching him, Daeyoung continued in a husky voice while still rubbing his cock against Jaemin’s foot.

“You were afraid of me back then, for no reason.”

“…”

“I wanted to keep you like that.”

Silent, hot semen flowed down Jaemin’s ankle.

Thud, zip. Jaemin undid his own jeans button and pulled down the zipper. After dropping his pants to below his knees, Daeyoung stripped him further and bent his head down. Seeing Daeyoung devouring his swollen crotch with eyes like a bottomless well, Jaemin thought:

Why did we have to be apart for 7 years?

And why do you sometimes look at me with such sad eyes?

Every time he saw something moving in Daeyoung’s eyes, Jaemin felt wrapped in an undefined fear. So, he pushed Daeyoung’s head down onto his lower abdomen. Daeyoung finally chuckled when Jaemin sucked his deeply inserted penis hard into his throat.

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Spring rain was falling outside the window.

Jaemin never really liked rainy days, but sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, sipping warm tea, watching the rain draw lines on the large window in this well-temperature-controlled room, he didn’t feel as averse to it.

He fell into deep thought, most of which revolved around Daeyoung.

Jang Daeyoung. His lover. Officially a director, but employees call him the CEO. Despite being the head of a mid-sized construction company, he’s only thirty-one, having just turned the year. But judging by his appearance alone, it’s hard to tell if he’s thirty-one or forty-one, probably due to the aura he exudes.

Daeyoung, with his heavy, unflappable demeanor and composure, occasionally showed a completely different side, which confused Jaemin.

First was the immense obsession.

Second was an affection that could melt someone.

Jaemin was increasingly frustrated with not remembering him. It felt like he was doing something terribly wrong.

If they had marked each other, they must have loved each other passionately. If Jaemin, who lost his parents at a young age, lived a luxurious life, going in and out of luxury stores with a secretary, it was undoubtedly thanks to Daeyoung’s golden spoon.

Of course, financial support isn’t a measure of love, but for Jaemin, who had lived without much in Japan, it was significantly important. Especially considering the hardships his Mama went through because of money.

Given that many omegas become someone’s second, meeting at eighteen in high school, dating passionately for five years, and marking each other at twenty-three to affirm that no one else was needed… they must have truly loved each other.

And Jaemin’s job was probably to help Daeyoung in his work. Daeyoung said he was just an ordinary university student, but… the unusual condition of his body or his instinct to calm down when facing violence must be fragments of his past that his body remembers.

“You were a pro at stepping on me from back then.”

Jaemin remembered Daeyoung’s words. The image of a man who couldn’t imagine being stepped on by anyone else, releasing thick semen under his feet, followed. The desire to possess someone who was both alluring and strong must be an extension of their past.

“Exactly… what kind of person was I?”

Piecing together the fragmented information Daeyoung gave about him led to conclusions he didn’t want to accept.

He was someone who didn’t even cook ramen at home, didn’t lift a finger, and just ate what Daeyoung provided, someone who spoke carelessly without considering others, had no concept of prices when buying things, and had a personality that let apologies go in one ear and out the other.

“…I’m going crazy.”

“Yuki-chan was nice but had a bad personality.”

Remembering that even Mama described his earliest self as not particularly kind, Jaemin felt a bit embarrassed even though he was alone.

“…Why did that guy like me?”

Jaemin muttered to himself.

The resonance of his voice in the empty house made him realize once again how high the ceiling was. Holding a slightly cooled mug, Jaemin headed to the study on the second floor where books and a desktop computer waited.

Moving the mouse lit up the screensaver. The desktop, which wasn’t password-protected, opened, and he stared at his favorite MMA video channel for a while.

“Indeed… Brandon is the best.”

The American fighter of Asian descent was visibly lean. Watching videos of him knocking out much larger opponents regardless of weight class gave Jaemin a sense of vicarious satisfaction. He was known as a beta, but to those with traits, there was something distinctly omega about him.

Jaemin replayed the videos, thinking it would be even better if he were an omega. After getting hungry, he rummaged through the fridge, made some fried rice, and returned to the computer.

It was 10 PM. Not late but not early either. Daeyoung was working late, and while waiting aimlessly for him, Jaemin impulsively typed his name into the search bar.

When he lived with Mama, the news with Daeyoung’s video attachments from Mama popped up at the top. Remembering how he used to masturbate just seeing his face back then when he didn’t know him made Jaemin feel embarrassed again.

“…”

Even now, Jaemin wasn’t sure why Daeyoung fell for him, but he was definitely attracted to Daeyoung’s appearance. He thought to himself how insanely good-looking he was.

Fuck. Was I such a looks-obsessed person?

With the video he had watched dozens of times playing in the background, Jaemin read the article thoroughly. It reported that Daeyoung was summoned by the prosecution on charges of giving secret funds to the ruling party leader. Opening the comments, the top comment was about how Korea would go to ruin because of guys like him.

└ You’re going to die one day

└ Killing seven people and still walking around shamelessly is scary

└ All the guys he killed were gangsters lol, an alpha beating up another alpha is satisfying as fuck

└ Is this reverse discrimination against alphas? I can smell the omega stench from here

― I heard when he was in A-team, his name was Seol Daeyoung

└ I heard there’s a hidden family story, yeah, he’s a son born secretly to a bar omega by the Chairman

└ Write a novel, you bastard

Jaemin pushed back his chair, distancing himself from the screen after reading the tedious comments.

Knowing he had committed murder wasn’t that shocking since he already knew this fact. In fact, he felt nothing. Perhaps his subconscious already knew he was someone who wouldn’t be fazed by killing.

Jaemin added one more word to his name in the search bar.

[Jang Daeyoung Murder]

The news that came up was brief. The prosecution sought a 15-year sentence for him for killing seven organized crime members, but considering the circumstances, he was sentenced to 5 years.

“…”

Jaemin rested his elbow on the armrest, pressing his temple. His sharp features were reflected in the dark monitor.

This was what had always bothered Jaemin.

Even for a dominant alpha, murder is severely punished. Moreover, all those Daeyoung killed were alphas. Even with all mitigating factors considered, 5 years was definitely light.

The answer then was one: he had some kind of backing or power. Jaemin had seen cases in Japan where crimes went unpunished because of such influence. Daeyoung’s father, who handed over the business and retired, was definitely not an ordinary person.

From here, the logic falls apart.

Why would Jang Daeyoung, born with not just a golden spoon but a diamond one, handle seven gangsters so carelessly?