Crazy A Married Life

#09

Inside a container filled with a chilling atmosphere. About a dozen burly men in black suits were present. In the center was an expensive sofa. Ji Taemin sat on the sofa, a cigarette between his lips. Wearing a white shirt with two or three buttons undone, he maintained a crooked posture.

“Director Ahn. Confess while I’m still asking nicely.”

“Uh… uh…”

The man kneeling before Taemin wore only his underwear. His body was covered in knife wounds and blood.

“We know you were behind the attempt to leak our company’s confidential project to Panning Enterprise.”

“N-no… that’s not…”

The man denied it with a hoarse voice.

“No?”

Taemin, echoing the man’s words, dropped his lit cigarette to the floor and extinguished it with his loafer.

“You saw ‘Han Jiwoo’s’ demise with your own eyes, yet you still haven’t come to your senses?”

Taemin’s eyes sharpened like a monster’s. He then extended his hand to Secretary Kang, who was assisting him. Despite his aggressive demeanor, his hand movement was elegant.

“Give it to me.”

“Yes.”

Secretary Kang held up a 90cm long genuine sword with both hands. The blade was sheathed in a black wooden scabbard, and the metal handle was adorned with a gold-crafted spider ornament. He handed it to Taemin with a very tense expression.

Taemin gripped the sword and unsheathed it. The gleaming silver blade clearly radiated the light of slaughter.

“I… I’m sorry. But Panning Enterprise offered a l-large sum… After the divorce, raising the kids alone was driving me crazy. I had no choice…”

Realizing what was about to happen to him, the man trembled as he explained his circumstances. Taemin’s eyes curved gently.

“Stop lying. Your ex-wife is raising all the kids.”

“Ah… ah…”

“No matter how much you enjoy entertainment and women, this is unacceptable. Our company nearly collapsed because of your actions, Director Ahn.”

“Th-then just turn me over to the police… I’ll accept whatever punishment I deserve.”

“The police?”

Taemin tilted his head crookedly. A strange whirlpool of emotion beyond anger shone in his eyes.

“You want me to get arrested too?”

“N-no, that’s not what I meant…”

“Director Ahn. You know I despise those cop bastards the most, so this is troublesome.”

“I’m sorry, CEO Ji! I spoke nonsense.”

The frightened man looked up at Taemin, rubbing his hands together and begging.

“Please spare me. Please…”

“You’re noisy.”

Taemin mercilessly slashed the man’s body multiple times. The long, sharp blade cut through the air. A large amount of blood splattered. Blood speckled the black suits of the men standing around, but not a single drop stained Taemin’s white shirt.

After finishing, Taemin handed the blood-stained sword to Secretary Kang. He quickly took it like a loyal dog.

Taemin sat back on the sofa and put a cigarette in his mouth. Immediately, another employee lit it with a lighter.

“Make sure Director Ahn doesn’t surface in this world.”

“Don’t worry, sir.”

The men standing like high officials brought an empty oil drum, put the mutilated corpse inside, and poured in pre-prepared cement.

“Hah…”

Exhaling white smoke, Taemin took out his phone from his back pocket.

“I wonder… if there’s a message.”

His eyes held lingering expectation as he muttered to himself and confirmed the arrival of a text message. Seeing that the sender was Yeo Idam, Taemin’s lips curled up as he opened it. But then.

“Fuck?”

His brow furrowed instantly. Simultaneously, all the employees stood at attention. Secretary Kang also watched Taemin’s reaction. His expression seemed to say, “Why is this crazy bastard acting like this?” He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“CEO, what’s wrong?”

“Reschedule today’s meeting for tomorrow.”

“Did something urgent come up?”

“Yes. It’s quite cute how this little fairy is trying to escape without knowing their place.”

Fairy… It seemed to be referring to Yeo Idam. Apparently, Idam had rejected Taemin’s proposal. He was clearly seething with anger. Yet his lips were curved in a smile. He seemed angry but also pleased, and Secretary Kang was perplexed by Taemin’s unpredictable attitude.

“And bring a strawberry cake.”

“A strawberry cake?”

“Yes. Please get one with a flavor the fairy would like.”

“Understood.”

Secretary Kang responded but felt troubled. There was no way a fairy’s preferred taste could exist in this world. He figured he’d just choose something kids go crazy for.

Now in his fifth year at Baekwol Corporation, he had seen various sides of Taemin. He knew Taemin wasn’t right in the head since he did rock climbing without safety equipment, but since meeting Yeo Idam, his actions and schemes had become incoherent and raw, which was disconcerting.

He clearly used to despise omegas, so why was he acting like this?

“Have you started monitoring Jang Hayun?”

“Yes. We began shortly after you gave the order.”

Taemin looked satisfied with Secretary Kang’s loyal answer. Then, smiling with his eyes, he issued a new order.

“Kidnap that friend.”

* * *

Idam went to work at the detective agency. Until his conversation with Hayun yesterday, he thought he should quit immediately, but now there was no need. He could just continue working as usual and focus on paying off his debt. It was actually better this way. He thought he should tell Hayun later that he decided to keep working at the detective agency.

Idam entered the break room and hung his jumper on the hanger. At that moment, the phone in his pocket fell to the floor. Idam picked it up.

He hadn’t looked at his phone since sending a text to Taemin earlier. He was afraid of the reply that might come from him. But now his curiosity about Taemin’s response had grown. Idam cautiously checked his phone.

“Huh?”

There was no reply from him. He had clearly seen the message, though.

“Is he busy?”

Or maybe he was upset because of the rejection. Idam had tried to be as polite as possible, but it seemed it hadn’t worked. Idam’s chest ached as if cut by a knife. But it felt awkward to say he would do it now, and he couldn’t anyway.

“Can’t be helped, I guess.”

Above all, it was a hundred times better than Taemin suffering because of his pheromones. Idam swallowed his disappointment and left the break room with a broom. That’s when it happened.

Creak.

The office door opened and someone came in.

“Is anyone here?”

“Huh?”

The moment he saw that person, Idam dropped the broom he was holding.

“Glad you came to work.”

It was Taemin.

“W-what brings you here?”

“I came because I wanted to see you, Idam.”

Taemin smiled kindly with his eyes.

At his words, Idam’s eyes shook violently. For some reason, his heart pounded as if burned. It felt like he had just heard a lover’s whisper. But Idam quickly cooled down these heated feelings. Taemin was just here because he had business with him. He wondered why he was attributing such meaning to it. Was it because he had dreamed of kissing him?

“Were you cleaning?”

“Ah… yes, that’s right.”

Idam quickly picked up the broom he had dropped. Meanwhile, Taemin sat on the sofa and placed a cake box on the table. Through the transparent film, Idam could see it was a strawberry cake, his favorite.

“Wow…”

Idam inadvertently let out an exclamation and swallowed hard. His big eyes grew round. Taemin’s lips curved up gently.

“Do you like sweet things?”

“Ah… yes…”

Though worried he might appear gluttonous, Idam answered honestly, feeling it would be more impolite to deny something brought for him to eat. Taemin’s eyes smiled, forming perfect crescents.

“You’re really like a baby.”

Baby…

‘Baby, have you ever had a cock in your pussy?’

At that moment, Taemin’s lustful gaze and voice from the dream echoed in his ears. Simultaneously, his face turned bright red.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

Taemin stood up from the sofa, looking puzzled. Realizing his reaction, Idam hurriedly touched his cheeks, trying to cool the rising heat.

“No, it’s nothing…”

“That’s good then.”

Taemin sat back down on the sofa. Idam also caught his breath for a moment. He couldn’t understand why he had such a dream and why it was affecting reality. He tried to calm himself down.

By the way, he had thought Taemin hadn’t replied because he was upset about Idam’s rejection message, but that didn’t seem to be the case. He felt relieved at first, but seeing the cake box Taemin had brought, he felt burdened, thinking Taemin might try to persuade him further.

“I thought it would be rude to come empty-handed, so I brought this. Please eat.”

“Y-yes. Thank you.”

“The reason I’ve come here, taking this liberty, is because I wanted to confirm if your rejection was final.”

Feeling sorry, Idam’s shoulders hunched even more.

“I’m sorry, CEO. I… I really don’t think I can do it. I hope you find someone else who’s better suited.”

Expressing his refusal once more, Idam closed his eyes. He didn’t have the courage to see Taemin’s hardened expression.