By Zephyria 
“Just release all the kids!”
—Stay calm. If you make a wrong move, it’ll only make things worse.
They say that when a person is anxious, their field of vision narrows significantly. Gyu-oh thought he would live his whole life without knowing what that was. But to think he would encounter it so soon.
Because the hand gripping the steering wheel was trembling, the car kept swerving out of the lane. He had lived his life believing that his strength and pride lay in not losing his composure regardless of the situation. But now, he couldn’t make a proper judgment.
“Fuck, this is definitely that piece of shit Son Pro.”
—Tell me what you heard first.
While hurriedly packing his things to leave, there was a commotion near the smoking room. Naturally, thinking that Min-ho would be among them, he approached with light steps. That was when Gyu-oh suddenly felt a surge of anxiety. The man wearing the helmet was not there.
Amidst the jumble of security personnel and employees, something familiar caught his eye. A lighter covered in motorcycle stickers.
‘……What happened?’
As Gyu-oh hurriedly approached, an employee replied with a forced smile that it was nothing. On one side, someone was reporting to the police, and on the other, urgent conversations were taking place about checking the CCTV.
‘This belongs to my companion. He said he’d be in the smoking room, but he’s gone.’
‘By any chance…… are you a companion of the person wearing the helmet?’
From that moment, his vision narrowed sharply, and his heart raced wildly. He felt a sensation as if electricity was flowing through his entire body, draining his strength.
‘……Yes.’
When he replied with a trembling voice, the employee finally explained the situation. A white taxi had suddenly stopped, forced Min-ho into the back seat, and disappeared.
No matter if Woo-won came from a gangster background, Min-ho was not the kind of person to suffer such a thing. It had been a long time since he quit that life, and he wasn’t the type to incur such direct resentment. This was the kind of thing that happened to someone like Gyu-oh.
‘Do you remember the car number?’
‘It was covered. It went in that direction. Since we reported it……’
He couldn’t even remember what the employee said after that. He didn’t even know what happened to the luggage he was carrying.
When he came to, he was simply driving his car in the middle of the road. He didn’t know when he had made the call, but his rationality returned whenever he heard Mu-gyeong’s voice shouting occasionally.
“……A taxi with a covered number. The taxi disappeared toward Yangjae. Besides that, there are two of Son Pro’s cars. You know, right?”
—Yeah. I’ll contact you as soon as we catch the tail, so just wait calmly.
“Calmly? How can I be calm?”
It felt as if sparks were flashing before his eyes. Rage boiled within his entire body, and he couldn’t control it. As he slammed the steering wheel and screamed, he heard a sigh from the other end.
—Hey, Min-ho isn’t someone who gets taken down easily.
“Hyung, Min-ho Hyung is different from us.”
He gripped the steering wheel so hard that the bones on the back of his hand turned white. Unlike them, who had lived by barely using their bodies, Min-ho spent more time sitting at a desk.
—Even if he’s different, he’s still Cha Min-ho. Don’t do anything reckless and stay put. Within an hour—
“Hyung.”
He cut off Mu-gyeong, whose words were mixed with the sound of footsteps and wind, as if he were moving urgently.
“I don’t think I can.”
—Won Gyu-oh, what’s wrong with you.
He didn’t know either. When did he become such an emotional person? Despite knowing better than anyone that one must remain calm in a crisis. The thought of him being handed over to the bastard who had lusted after Cha Min-ho and even invited him to the hotel room made it impossible to calm down. His head was filled with nothing but absolute trashy imaginations.
“I tried to be calm, but I don’t think I can.”
His agitated voice trembled slightly. Mu-gyeong, who was seeing this side of him for the first time, also sounded quite flustered. He could hear the sound of hurried movement on the other end of the phone.
—Then just wait for now. I’ll get attached too. Where are you right now?
“I’m at……”
His voice trailed off as he scanned the surroundings. Without realizing it, he had stepped on the accelerator and arrived quickly at a place where Son Pro might be. The golf lesson studio he had visited before. It wasn’t certain whether that bastard would be there or not, but it was clearly a place that had to be checked.
“Fuck, I don’t know.”
—Won Gyu-oh!
“I’ll save the cursing for after I rescue Cha Min-ho.”
He parked the car haphazardly where he had left his motorcycle last time and sprinted up the stairs. As he did, he called Son Pro’s number, which he had only saved. As expected, the other party didn’t answer. Stepping up three or four stairs at a time in his haste, Gyu-oh soon reached the third floor.
“Where the fuck is this bastard?”
“Who… who are you?”
A young man sipping coffee from a paper cup flinched, spilling half of it. Even as he watched the front of the man’s crisp golf attire get soaked, Gyu-oh searched for that greasy face with a glistening gaze. Even then, Son Pro didn’t pick up. Holding onto the disconnected phone, he dialed the same number again.
“I’m asking where Son Min-young went.”
“He’s, he’s not here. What brings you here!”
Perhaps it was a break, as no other employees were in sight. Gyu-oh easily shoved aside the single man who blocked his path, smelling faintly of sweet coffee.
“What do you mean what brings me here, fuck.”
Beep, beep, beep. The sound of the ringing signal pierced his ears like tinnitus. That steady rhythm made him feel as if his nerves were being scraped. He irritably pressed the end-call button and shoved the phone into his back pocket.
Then, he strode toward the innermost room, the one with the flashy nameplate.
“Where are you going!”
“Can’t you tell by looking?”
Dragging the guy who clung to his arm with all his might, he headed toward Son Pro’s office. Not even wanting to touch the handle, he gave it a hard kick, and the door swung open powerlessly as the knob rattled.
The interior showed clear signs of meticulous care. Robot figures packed one side of a display case, and several gold-plated golf clubs were hung upside down on the wall. And on the desk, Son Pro’s name was written. A quietly closed laptop was also visible.
So, this is where he did his fucking adult toy shopping, huh? The fucking bastard’s head is filled with nothing but porn. Who was he planning to use those on? In an instant, emotion flared up like a spark. Losing his mind, he pulled down one of the golf clubs hanging on the wall. Then, he pushed the anxious employee standing at the door and slammed it shut.
“Uh! I’m calling the police!”
“Oh, please do. Right now.”
Immediately after, he struck everything in sight. Bang! Bang! He swung the golf club wildly through the space that clearly cost a lot of money to furnish. Things broke and shattered, and the floor became a mess of debris. The door didn’t close properly because the knob was broken, but the man didn’t dare open it and try to stop him.
Gyu-oh struck everywhere violently as if venting his rage. Crash! The figures lined up against the wall collapsed in a heap, leaving the floor in ruins. Even then, the anger that had risen to the top of his head did not easily subside.
Throwing the slightly bent golf club to the floor, he marched toward the door. Sharp fragments were stepped on beneath his feet, but he didn’t particularly care. He flung open the door, which remained open by a hand’s breadth with a gaping hole where the knob had been.
“The report.”
“…….”
The man, who had been stamping his feet while clutching his phone, flinched in surprise.
“Do it, hurry.”
After brushing past the man’s shoulder, he walked toward the small beverage refrigerator inside the office. It was transparent, allowing a clear view inside; it was filled with expensive water, likely for treating guests. With a snort, Gyu-oh took out a can of cola. While he emptied the cold can in one go, he could only feel the restless presence behind him.
“That bastard stole my thing. So report it. Put him in handcuffs and throw him in prison right now.”
“St-stole?”
Because he had spoken while so agitated, he couldn’t remember exactly what he’d said. Regardless, it was true that Son Pro had taken Cha Min-ho by mistake.
“Yeah.”
“…….”
Gyu-oh crushed the empty can and slammed it into the trash can. Turning around quickly, he saw the man glancing at his watch from a distance.
“How frustrating. Give it here if you can’t do it.”
He strode over and snatched the phone the man was holding. He went straight into the call list of the unlocked phone. As soon as he saw the number saved as ‘Representative Son,’ a sneer escaped him. There was not a shred of hesitation in his finger as he pressed the call button.
—Jaegyu, I’m in a hurry, I’ll call you back—
“Hey. Where are you.”
—……What?
Between the hesitant answer, the sound of a car mixed in. Not a typical passenger car, but the rattling sound of a very large vehicle.
“Can’t you fucking understand? I asked where you are.”
—Who, who is this?
“Who else. The bastard you were looking for, you fuck. Do you live with your eyes closed?”
—…….
Silence flowed from the other end. Simultaneously, the navigation voice announced, ‘You will arrive at your destination in 200 meters.’ It seemed he hadn’t met Min-ho yet. That was a relief, but just thinking about what would happen next made his anger boil.