By Zephyria 
“Wear this.”
I hated seeing him walking around with only his pants on, so I brought him a T-shirt and threw it at him, but Choi Won-joon ended up not wearing it and just sat on the sofa, fiddling with his phone. Lee-eum watched him with his arms crossed, displeased.
“Why are you walking around naked in someone else’s house?”
“I told you, I don’t have my favorite T-shirt, so I won’t wear it.”
“You’re the one who tore it.”
“I tore it because I let someone else wear it. The more I think about it, the more resentful I feel. How could you give something I cherished so carelessly? If Detective Kim gave me a precious gift, would you feel good if I gave it to some other bastard?”
I scoffed, dumbfounded. There was no way I would give Choi Won-joon a gift, and even if I did give it to someone else, I wouldn’t care. I urged him to stop talking nonsense and just put on some clothes, but then the doorbell rang.
Lee-eum paused and went to the intercom, feeling nervous. When he looked, a man called Director Lee appeared on the screen. Because of what happened last night and feeling uneasy, I turned to call Choi Won-joon, but he was already standing right in front of me.
“You’re here.”
As our bodies came into close contact, his chest muscles twitched before my eyes. Choi Won-joon didn’t seem to care much, but Lee-eum grimaced and moved to the side. Choi Won-joon walked towards the entrance, opened the door, and went outside. I heard him say something like, “Thanks for your hard work,” and then he came back in with a shopping bag in his hand.
He went to the dining table and naturally set up the food.
“Come and eat. Want me to make you coffee?”
When I got closer, I saw that today it wasn’t a Korean lunchbox but a Western-style one. Grilled bread, a salad with grilled shrimp as a topping, caviar, and tomato soup were arranged appetizingly. Choi Won-joon even made coffee as if it were his own home and handed it to Lee-eum.
“The bread and soup here are delicious. It’s still warm.”
“I don’t eat breakfast.”
“Why?”
“It’s a habit.”
“That won’t do. You need to have a full stomach to do anything. You need carbohydrates to get your brain working and have energy. How important are three meals a day for a person? Don’t do that, eat at least a little.”
For a moment, I thought my father in the countryside had possessed Choi Won-joon. Since I was young, I didn’t like the feeling of being bloated after eating breakfast, so I often avoided it, and my father would say something similar to Choi Won-joon every time.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You remind me of my father.”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“……”
“How’s your relationship with your father? You seem to get along well with your siblings.”
Lee-eum didn’t answer, and Won-joon didn’t press further. Instead, he spread something on Lee-eum’s bread and put it on a plate. “Eat it with coffee.” He smiled kindly, but the first thought that came to mind was that I shouldn’t be fooled by that face.
Lee-eum didn’t touch the food and just fiddled with the cup of coffee.
“Did you see President Choi’s news?”
“What news?”
“Yang Mok-hyung. It’s highly likely that he was kidnapped and murdered, not just a runaway. A large amount of blood was found in a car, and it matched the DNA taken from his home.”
“Oh my god. How terrible.”
“You said President Choi’s subordinates were at the scene that day.”
“That’s right. Thanks to them, Detective Kim’s life was saved.”
“What kind of car was it?”
“I don’t know the exact model. There are so many employees under me.”
“There’s a witness who saw Yang Mok-hyung being kidnapped by people who came in a black car.”
Won-joon took a bite of bread and gestured for me to continue.
“Where is Yang Mok-hyung?”
“I don’t know. Here, try this. It tastes good when you put it on here.”
“Did you kill him?”
“Haven’t we had a similar conversation before? I clearly said I didn’t kill him. I said put it on and eat it. Seriously.”
“Then did you order him to be killed?”
Choi Won-joon took Lee-eum’s bread and put caviar on it.
“I’m asking you. Did you order him to be killed?”
“No.”
“You better be honest. I actually have a compromising video of you, President Choi.”
“Video?”
“If this gets out, you won’t be able to show your face anywhere.”
“What kind of video? A sex tape?”
“……”
“If it’s a real sex tape, I’ll be super popular. If the company goes bankrupt, I might as well switch to being an AV actor.”
Kim Yi-eum took out his phone and played a video. In the video, Choi Won-joon, as Young-shik, was stuck in a slide, whining and crying. Comparing the image of him crying while looking for Kim Yi-eum Ajusshi with Choi Won-joon sitting in front of him, chewing on bread, it seemed like they were the same person only in appearance, but completely different personalities.
Lee-eum turned off the video and stared straight at Choi Won-joon.
“What do you think? What are your impressions?”
“Cute. Lovely. I want to pinch him.”
“……”
“I see why Kim Yi-eum loves Young-shik. Is this the type you like? Someone who’s really dumb but innocent and cheerful. Damn it, that’s why you won’t fall for me.”
His face showed no impact whatsoever. Moreover, he even asked me to share the video so he could show it to his family. He wasn’t trying to tease me, he was being sincere, which made me even more angry. It was a misjudgment to think he would feel shame and embarrassment. Choi Won-joon was the type whose self-love overflowed so much that it formed a river.
This time, Choi Won-joon took out his own phone.
“I have a video too. I didn’t intend to show it, but since Detective Kim is showing off, I want to too.”
“Go ahead, let’s see.”
Soon after, a video was sent to Lee-eum’s phone. As soon as I played the video, Choi Won-joon and Kim Yi-eum appeared, hugging and rolling around on the living room floor. I had secretly watched it last night and knew about it, but I still felt a surge of anger.
I vaguely remembered what happened that day, but I didn’t know I had been so aggressive in throwing myself at Choi Won-joon. Moreover, since the sound wasn’t recorded, it might seem like consensual sex if you only watched the video.
I only moved my eyes to glare at Choi Won-joon, but he propped his chin up and smiled.
“What do you think? Do you like it?”
“……”
Lee-eum got up from his seat and went to the kitchen. If it’s anywhere, it’s here. I threw open the cabinets to check, but I didn’t find anything particularly suspicious. Choi Won-joon nonchalantly drank his coffee and muttered.
“It’s not there. I collected it the next day.”
Lee-eum returned to his seat.
“So, you secretly drugged me, installed a camera in my house, and filmed a video? Do you admit it?”
“Yes, I admit it.”
Lee-eum approached Choi Won-joon.
“You’re not going to strangle me again, are you?”
Choi Won-joon asked jokingly as he savored his coffee, and Lee-eum took out handcuffs from his back pocket and put them on Won-joon’s wrists. With a click, Won-joon’s eyebrows twitched. Regardless, Lee-eum brought Won-joon’s other hand over.
“I am arresting you on charges of trespassing, assault, illegal filming, and indecent assault. You have the right to remain silent, the right to consult with an attorney, and the right to request a review of the legality of your arrest. Do you understand your rights?”
As his hands were completely bound by the handcuffs, Won-joon chuckled quietly, and Lee-eum picked up his phone and pressed a button. The words Choi Won-joon had just spoken were recorded and played back. Despite the unexpected situation, Choi Won-joon maintained a calmness that was almost infuriating.
“Detective Kim. You’re not really thinking of taking me to the police station like this, are you?”
“You should call your lawyer in advance.”
“What should I say when I get there?”
“Kim Yi-eum was suspected of being an Omega, so I drugged him, filmed a video, and committed indecent assault. The end.”
The smile gradually disappeared from Choi Won-joon’s face.
“Lee-eum. Do you know what that means?”
“I know. It means I’ll be unemployed. But what can I do? It’s my job. I may lose my job, but I don’t want to be dragged around by trash like you anymore. Even if I can’t socially bury Choi Won-joon, I’ll be satisfied if I can at least tarnish his reputation.”
Ha, haha. While Choi Won-joon was laughing as if he was dumbfounded, Director Lee happened to call. Can I answer it? When Lee-eum nodded, he pressed the speakerphone, and Director Lee’s voice flowed out.
【President, you need to come to the office.】
“Why?”
【The Western District Prosecutor’s Office has arrived with a search and seizure warrant.】
Won-joon fixed his gaze on Lee-eum and continued the call.
“Who’s the prosecutor who requested the warrant?”
【Jeong Dae-han.】
Won-joon’s eyes turned cold.
“Contact the legal team. I can’t go, I’ve been arrested.”
After hanging up, he stared at Lee-eum intently.
“Detective Kim. What’s your purpose?”
“I told you. Do I have to say it twice? You’re dumber than you look.”
“Liar.”
“……”
“Are you planning to use me as bait to keep me here and find evidence of Yang Mok-hyung’s murder in my office?”
Lee-eum didn’t answer, and Choi Won-joon, without thinking any further, stood up from his seat with his hands still cuffed.
“Okay. Let’s go. There must be a reason why Detective Kim is so confident.”