By Zephyria 
Until just before arriving, the little one continued to get angry, shout, and urge Choi Jae-kyung, who was driving. He seemed to have lost even the thought that acting like that toward a driver is dangerous. I had to be grateful that we arrived without any accidents.
As soon as the car stopped, I quietly watched the back of Cha Dong-hu as he jumped out and ran. A person’s ruin really happens in an instant. Should I end this guy, who would be ruined even if left alone, with my own hands? Would that even be meaningful? I pondered for a moment.
“Young Master.”
“I didn’t come here to do drugs. I followed because I was worried about second Hyung. I should go inside.”
I waved my hand, saying I was fine to the worried voice. As I entered the building, I saw the little one grabbing the broker by the collar and screaming.
“You son of a bitch, a piece of shit like you is screwing me over? Huh? Fuck, you want me to kill you? Should I kill you?”
“The Young Master must be quite anxious.”
Even in terms of physique, he was far superior to the little one, but because the customer was who he was, the broker was just laughing even while being grabbed by the collar.
“I believe I explained the circumstances quite well.”
“Circumstances? Fuck, how do I know if you’re just making shit up to screw me over?”
“And what’s in it for me? Look, I brought something good, so let’s just calm down and sit. Okay?”
The broker naturally brushed the smaller one’s hand away and sat on the sofa, reaching into his coat. Like a trained dog, the smaller Hyung sat opposite him, staring at the hand inside the coat with longing eyes.
“Like I said, there were some issues on the Chinese side. It’s not like I didn’t want to sell. I’d love it if my customer bought a lot. But what can I do if there’s no stock? This isn’t Jesus’s basket of bread; I can’t just pull something out of an empty pocket.”
“Stop babbling and hurry up.”
“So, I opened a deal with a different source this time. This one is higher quality than the last, so the effect will be powerful.”
The broker pulled a small glass vial and three syringes from his coat. No sooner had he placed them on the table than the smaller one snatched them up like a hawk grabbing prey.
“What is this? Are you playing games again…?”
“Now, now. Our customer is quite impatient. The product has changed, so you should test it first, shouldn’t you? Once you say you like it, that’s when we start the business. Since you’re a regular, I’m giving you a sample. I don’t give this kind of service to just anyone.”
The broker picked up a small wooden box he had set aside, placed it on the table, and carefully opened the lid. Inside, ten vials identical to the one the smaller one held were lined up.
“I’ll… I’ll buy them.”
“As expected, our customer is decisive.”
I couldn’t even bring myself to laugh at the farce unfolding before my eyes.
I had wondered why it was so quiet today, and it seemed the other companions weren’t here. Back then, the smaller one was the only one who took that drug. Was he the only one addicted? Is that why he rushed here the moment he got the call?
“From now on, I’ll only supply the drug, not the syringes. I heard you run a hospital? You must have plenty of empty syringes, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Oh, and since the purity has increased, it’ll be troublesome if you use a whole syringe at once like last time. You know why I gave you three, right? Divide it into three doses. Don’t go kicking the bucket for no reason.”
Despite the broker’s warning, the smaller one greedily grabbed the box and hurried into the room. He looked like a rat burrowing into a hole.
“Is our Omega young master an old acquaintance?”
“Where are the others?”
“The other customers seem to have plenty left. Shall I give our Omega young master something good too? I think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to establish a good relationship this time.”
I stepped back slightly to avoid the approaching broker.
“After seeing that sight? I’ll pass.”
As I replied indifferently, gesturing with my chin toward the room where the smaller one had disappeared and closed the door, the broker smacked his lips as if disappointed.
“I guess you didn’t bring any people today? Last time you brought a whole crowd and even did some human trafficking.”
“Once he does that, he doesn’t care who’s next to him. Even if you suck his cock, he won’t be interested. He goes completely out of it.”
The broker, giggling so hard he bent at the waist, slowly scanned me from head to toe. His eyes, glistening like a beast before its prey, approached threateningly.
“Whatever you’re imagining, you’d better stop thinking about turning it into reality. I’m advising you for your own sake.”
Whether it was a fear of dangerous people engraved in me since childhood, or the pressure felt by an Omega facing a strong Alpha, I didn’t know. Shaking off the intimidation that weighed down my body, I spoke, pretending to be unfazed.
“Wow, I felt it last time too, but our Omega young master is quite a handful.”
“If you’re done, why don’t you leave? Stop making people uncomfortable.”
“I drove all this way with difficulty; let’s rest a bit before I go. Young masters from wealthy families are all so cold.”
I glared at the broker as he flopped onto the sofa and leaned back, then I went to find an empty room.
Perhaps there was someone managing the place, as the building—which had been a mess last time—was clean. This room, where people must have been brought in to play promiscuously, was as neat as a hotel room. I sat down on the clean bed, unable to even imagine what had happened there, and let out a low sigh.
Actually, now was a good opportunity. The smaller one’s companions weren’t here, and the driver was guarding the outside. The only person with me was the broker, but he would surely leave after a while. If that happened, only the smaller one and I would remain.
Drugged, he wouldn’t even know what I was doing to him. Even if I strangled him to death or stabbed him in the stomach with a knife, he might die without even knowing he was dying.
That wasn’t what I wanted.
It’s not that I wanted to ask questions like why he killed, why he hit my parents with a car and left them, or why he felt no guilt. I simply wanted to tell him the reason why he had to die.
I wanted that bastard to feel the emotions of a dying person. I didn’t want to lead him peacefully to death while he was intoxicated in such ecstasy. That would be a blessing.
I’ll wait for the drug to wear off. I’ll tie him up with something and look down at him, telling him why he must die now. I don’t want to hear any excuses, so I’ll block his mouth too.
Should I strangle him? No, that’s too simple. A knife would be better. I dislike seeing blood, but if it can inflict that much pain, it’s not bad.
I’ll stab him several times, just enough so he doesn’t die. He should feel the pain of his limbs being torn apart. I’ll watch him bleed. I hope I can see him cry in pain.
Just imagining it made me feel good. I felt a sense of euphoria, as if I had taken the drug myself. I had followed a simple impulse, but it was a good choice.
I sat with my eyes closed, picturing Cha Dong-hu’s end in my head. How to kill him more effectively and painfully. I felt unusually resentful of my lack of imagination today.
∞ ∞ ∞
“Young master. …Young master!”
I snapped my eyes open, startled by someone’s touch. Realizing I had been curled up on an unfamiliar bed, I sat up.
“Young master. Please wake up.”
“…Driver Choi?”
“Are you awake?”
Why was Choi Jae-kyung here? While rubbing my eyelids that wouldn’t open, I remembered that I had followed the smaller one.
“I dozed off for a moment. I didn’t take any drugs.”
“That’s a relief. Young master, you must leave now.”
“…What?”
I felt like I had been thinking about something before I fell asleep. After thinking for a moment, I realized what I had been imagining.
You idiot. Falling asleep just because you were thinking about that for a bit, are you crazy? I’ve been feeling a bit tired and sleeping more lately, but I cursed my dull nerves for being able to sleep even in a situation like this.
“Why suddenly…? Is Father looking for me? Is the smaller Hyung being called in?”
Far from killing the smaller one, it looked like I was going to go back with him and get scolded. Fuck, fuck. As I muttered curses inwardly, Choi Jae-kyung’s face darkened noticeably.
“Something… has happened to the second young master. I think I need to contact the hospital director—no, Chief Bae. I think it would be best for you to leave this place for now.”
I had a bad feeling. Choi Jae-kyung’s dark expression grated on my nerves. Things I didn’t want to anticipate kept coming to mind, and I shook my head.
“What happened? What is it? Why are you trying to send me away? …Where is the smaller Hyung?”
As I stood up to leave the room, Choi Jae-kyung grabbed my wrist.
“Young master!”
“Let go. …I said let go.”
I shook off Choi Jae-kyung’s hand and headed toward the room the smaller one had entered. The living room was silent, and the broker was nowhere to be seen, having likely left early.
Pushing open the slightly ajar door, I saw the smaller one lying there, mouth open, staring up at the ceiling.
Thinking he might have fallen asleep, I approached, but his exposed chest was still. It was so still that there wasn’t a single movement.
I crouched beside the bed and looked at the smaller one’s face. I put my hand under his nose and placed my hand on his chest to feel for movement.
No movement could be felt from Cha Dong-hu’s lying body.
Like a machine, I turned my head to look at Choi Jae-kyung standing near the door, then turned back to see the vials and syringes scattered carelessly on the nightstand.
“Like a moron…”
He told you to divide it into three doses. They say if you’re stupid, your body suffers. Fuck. You fucking idiot.
Inside the empty vial, only a small amount of liquid that hadn’t been sucked out remained.
“…Is he dead?”