By Zephyria 
Moon Gyeon-woo was sent sprawling across the floor, pushed with such force by Yeom Cheon-ho that it was practically a throw. Choi Hwan, who had been huffing and puffing as he lunged at Moon Gyeon-woo again, was dragged backward by the neck, caught in Yeom Cheon-ho’s thick arm. Yeon-rok, who was standing nearby, flinched and stepped back, overwhelmed by the intensity of the scene.
However, behind Yeon-rok, someone was watching the fight with a blank, dazed expression.
To make matters worse, this person happened to be holding a drink, and that drink happened to spill right onto the adapter of the speaker playing music. Soon, a loud crackle sounded, ominous sparks flew, and smoke began to rise. Watching all of this unfold, Yeon-rok’s face turned pale.
“Everyone, get back!”
Security guards, who had been preventing people from approaching the brawl, rushed over to unplug the power cord and suppress the situation with a fire extinguisher. There was no actual fire, but they acted out of caution. Nevertheless, the believers remained restless with anxiety.
“What’s happening? Is there a fire?!”
“A fire? Did a fire break out?!”
As the white smoke from the extinguisher billowed up and blurred their vision, people mistook it for a fire and began to scream. In the ensuing chaos, one of the tent poles was knocked askew by the surging crowd. In an instant, the poles began to collapse one after another like dominoes. Yeon-rok screamed as the white canvas of the tent poured down over his head.
It was the biggest disaster yet among the accidents caused by his misfortune.
“Oh, goodness. My back, my back.”
“Ugh…”
Groans of pain echoed from all directions. The joyful and exciting workshop had turned into a complete shambles in an instant. It took a considerable amount of time for the security guards and other strong men to rush in and clear the tent. The tent itself was light, but several people were injured—some due to muscles tensing up from shock, others from falling during the evacuation.
“Oh dear, this is terrible. To think that our most devout believers were the ones injured.”
Yeom Cheon-ho spoke in a worried tone, but from a close angle, a smile was visible beneath the hand covering his mouth. What is with him? Yeon-rok looked over the injured again. A significant number of them were the ones who had spent the entire workshop excessively idolizing the flower name bearer. Seeing Yeon-rok’s bewildered face and gaze, Yeom Cheon-ho quickly composed his expression.
He soon skillfully organized the scene of the accident. The believers followed the leader’s words in an orderly fashion. A few were rushed to the hospital, while the rest worked hard to clean up the site.
“Thank you all for your hard work. I appreciate your composure in the face of such a sudden accident.”
Finally, in a grand gesture, Yeom Cheon-ho handed out hotel vouchers to everyone, suggesting they go on a ‘hocance’ instead of the workshop. Perhaps because of this, the believers left without a single complaint, despite the massive accident.
Throughout this entire process, Yeon-rok was half out of it. Moon Gyeon-woo and Choi Hwan also seemed to have lost their senses. They looked as though they had never imagined their fight would escalate into such a disaster.
“Yeon-rok-ah, are you okay?”
Moon Gyeon-woo asked cautiously, seemingly concerned that Yeon-rok had remained silent with a pale face while the site was being cleared.
“No, I’m not okay…”
“Why? Are you hurt somewhere?”
“Would you like to go to the hospital for a check-up?”
Yeon-rok stared blankly at the three men worrying about him, then turned around without a word. Hurt somewhere? My body is fine. My heart is hurt, my heart…
“Hey, where are you going?”
Sensing an unusual atmosphere, Choi Hwan asked while glancing at him, but Yeon-rok did not answer. He wanted to go somewhere where there was no one.
Moon Gyeon-woo and Yeom Cheon-ho also looked visibly worried and called his name repeatedly, but Yeon-rok ignored them. Despite Moon Gyeon-woo’s restlessness, Yeon-rok pretended not to notice and headed straight for Seongmyeong Hall. He went directly into the confession room located in the furthest corner, locked the door, and shut himself in.
“Yeon-rok-ah? Yeon-rok-ah! Can you open the door? Let’s talk.”
He heard the doorknob rattling. The soundproofing was so good that he could easily ignore whatever they said. Yeon-rok simply lay on his side and closed his eyes. However, the brief peace was short-lived. The door swung open, likely because Yeom Cheon-ho had brought the key.
“Yeon-rok-ah…”
As Moon Gyeon-woo spoke cautiously, Yeon-rok bolted upright. He bared his teeth and snarled.
“Go away! Don’t touch me and don’t even talk to me!”
Shocked by Yeon-rok’s fierce attitude, Moon Gyeon-woo flinched and stepped back as if he had been struck. Still not satisfied even after neutralizing one person instantly, Yeon-rok breathed heavily. He couldn’t stand the sight of any of the three, and since they wouldn’t leave him alone for even a moment, the anger he had been barely suppressing finally exploded.
“Aaaagh! Aaaaaagh! Aaaagh-aaagh! Agh!”
Collapsing onto the floor, Yeon-rok literally went wild. He thrashed about, releasing all the stress that had accumulated from being tormented by his name partners until now. Choi Hwan was terrified by the sight of him nearly having a seizure while clutching his own hair.
“C-calm down… Agh!”
Choi Hwan, who had placed a hand on Yeon-rok’s shoulder, let out a scream of pain after being bitten hard. Having left clear tooth marks on the back of the hand, Yeon-rok hissed.
“I told you not to touch me!”
Yeom Cheon-ho also took a step back, showing a rare look of surprise, but Yeon-rok didn’t care. He was furious at Choi Hwan for throwing punches despite being asked not to fight, at Moon Gyeon-woo for providing the spark, and at Yeom Cheon-ho as well. He was even angry at himself for failing to keep his composure and providing the catalyst for the tent to collapse. To top it off, they wouldn’t even leave when told to get lost.
Only after thrashing in the air, pounding the floor with his fists, and screaming hysterically for a long time did things finally settle down. As Yeon-rok lay flat on the floor as if dead, Yeom Cheon-ho, thinking he had calmed down, spoke up.
“Yeon-rok-ssi, about earlier…”
“You’re just the same, CEO!”
As Yeon-rok shouted back with cheeks flushed red from anger and sorrow, Choi Hwan muttered with a pale face.
“I guess it’s not over yet.”
Moon Gyeon-woo, paler than usual, couldn’t even bring himself to speak. Yeon-rok pointed his finger at the three of them and erupted in anger once more.
“I told you so many times not to fight! Of all places, you had to throw punches in front of all those people!”
Yeon-rok still remembered the stunned faces of the believers looking at them in disbelief. He was so embarrassed he couldn’t even lift his head.
“Sure, people fight! How can anyone live without fighting! But fighting with fists in front of everyone is too much! You all ignore what I say every single day! At the very least, do it with words!”
As he poured his heart out, a wave of sorrow washed over him, and Yeon-rok collapsed onto the floor again. Perhaps the alcohol he had shared with Choi Hwan earlier was finally hitting him, as his rationality slipped away, and he began to wail and sob uncontrollably.
“What is this! It’s a total disaster! I’d be better off living with a complete stranger! I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone…!”
Having never seen him like this, no one dared to speak to him easily. After exhausting his energy for a long while, Yeon-rok became quiet. Suddenly stopping both his crying and his anger, he bolted upright. The three men flinched. With his eyes sharp and the tip of his nose flushed red, Yeon-rok muttered with his lips tightly pressed together.
“…I want to go home.”
As he moved, Choi Hwan, who had been blocking the door, quickly stepped aside and opened it for him. Yeon-rok didn’t even look at the three men he now viewed as enemies. As he walked out, radiating a chilly and cold atmosphere, the security guards who had been giggling about the day’s events quickly shut their mouths. Even the clueless Park Chung-seong and Jeong Bo Eun realized that Yeon-rok was in a terrible mood.
Yeon-rok climbed into the car. He slammed the door right in the face of Choi Hwan, who had followed him tentatively, hoping to get in. Not a chance in hell.
“Yeon-rok-ah?!”
“Please start the car.”
“Uh, what about Yeom Cheon-ho-nim and the other young masters…?”
“Are you really leaving me here? Really?”
Choi Hwan, extremely flustered, called out desperately while hovering in front of the closed car door. However, Yeon-rok turned his head away and replied in a cold voice.
“They aren’t children, and there are plenty of cars here. I’m sure they’ll find their own way home.”
“Oh, yes. Understood.”
Park Chung-seong answered promptly. Returning home without saying a single word in the car, Yeon-rok immediately shut himself in his room. The three of them might start fighting again now that he was gone, but he simply didn’t have the energy to stop them today.
He had planned to get angry if they tried to enter his room, but they seemed to have that much tact, as no one came looking for him. For the first time in a long while, Yeon-rok fell fast asleep with his attachment doll tucked under his arm.