“Si Woo, have a good day with your friends.”
“Yes!”
Si Woo responded cheerfully, hugging Da Jeong’s neck and puckering his lips. When he seemed to want to give a kiss, Si Woo blew on the bandage on Da Jeong’s cheek.
“Mom! Si Woo blew on it. So now it doesn’t hurt, right?”
“Wow, really. It was hurting so much just now, but after Si Woo blew on it, it doesn’t hurt at all.”
Da Jeong, who had been smiling bitterly, showered her son’s cheek with kisses.
“Mom loves Si Woo very much.”
“No! Si Woo loves you more!”
Watching the back of her son as he ran off shouting loudly, a deep melancholy washed over Da Jeong’s face.
Da Jeong was busy throughout the morning after arriving at her office.
She organized and classified the tasks she had been in charge of, making them easily distinguishable. Lastly, she collected her sparse personal belongings into a storage box.
Having finished all preparations, she sat in front of her empty desk and waited for Do Jun.
“Sorry, it’s Monday so there were quite a lot of places to visit.”
He substituted his late arrival with an apology. He had already received a sweet message asking when he would arrive.
Da Jung didn’t wait and headed straight to Do Jun’s seat, and put down a white envelope on his desk.
Do Jun’s eyebrows raised in curiosity over his blackrimmed glasses.
“What is… this?”
“It’s a resignation letter.”
Her voice, dry and straightforward, flowed out without a tremor.
Only then did Do Jun’s gaze turn to Da Jung’s desk. The usually messy and busy space was now neatly arranged.
“I’ll hand over the tasks I was responsible for to Hee Ju. And I’d like to substitute the remaining work with telecommuting.”
Her face was somewhat apologetic, and a little shameless, but Da Jung’s voice did not hesitate.
“Da Jung, you…”
Do Jun’s face looked as if he’d been hit.
He was confused, but he had an intuition that something had happened to Da Jung.
On Friday afternoon, he received a sudden message that she was not feeling well. He had been worried and called her all weekend, but couldn’t have a proper conversation.
“What’s happened to you?”
Do Jun, resting his hand on his waist, inquired gravely. It was only natural that he couldn’t easily accept the current situation.
The trust they had built up with Do Jun was strong and solid. Telling lies and beating around the bush would only inflate suspicion. Therefore, Da Jung decided not to hide it.
“I met your mom.”
“What? Why your mom…”
“I told you. Our relationship would get uncomfortable. It’s uncomfortable for me to see your face.”
Do Jun could not continue his words, just fluttering his lips in shock.
“Your mom’s right. How can I, with a child attached, go to you?”
Her words, which lashed at him, came out as if it was nothing. If she brought herself down like this, he wouldn’t be able to hold her back out of guilt.
“I owe you a lot. I’m sorry I can’t repay you before I leave.”
“Cha Jung Hyuk!”
The man’s shout that stormed into the office was close to a scream.
The frenzied man shouted while fiercely tangling with about six secretaries blocking his path.
Jung Hyuk, sprawled in front of his desk, silently watched the scene. Kwon Do Jun’s face, distorted in despair, was quite a sight.
“Cha Jung Hyuk, come out!”
Jung Hyuk, letting out a light sigh, rose from his desk.
“Everyone, please step out.”
At his command, the secretaries who were desperately blocking the way hesitated for a moment and then retreated. When they stepped back, Do Jun, who had been glaring, rushed in immediately.
“You bastard!”
He threw a punch, but this time, it was different from the last time.
Do Joon’s fist, filled with frustration, struck the air as he twisted his body lightly. Losing his balance, he staggered, regaining his footing and clinching his fist once more.
At that moment, Jung Hyuk’s punch preempted him. A solid blow flew towards Do Joon’s jaw. Staggering, Do Joon fell straight back.
“I enjoyed the last time. Was this one okay?” Jung Hyuk smirked, slightly loosening his tie.
Clutching his seemingly dislocated jaw, Do Joon jumped up like a jackinthebox and grasped Jung Hyuk’s collar once more.
“What did you say to our mother?”
Jung Hyuk brushed off the hand clamped with concentrated anger, straightening his crumpled collar.
“Why? I didn’t say anything wrong.”
“You petty brat. Why did you do that! Why did you say that! Because of you, Da Jung left the company!”
At that remark, a puzzled expression crossed Jung Hyuk’s face.
“Hey, Kwon Do Joon. Is it easier to shift the blame like that?”
“What?”
“Playing ignorant? You knew this would happen someday.”
Do Joon’s lips were bitten hard enough to draw blood at the sarcastic scolding thrown at him.
“It was my problem to solve! It wasn’t your business!”
“Really? Then why are you here? You should have appeased your mother before all this. Were you smug about getting married knowing it would turn out like this?”
“I, I……”
Do Joon ultimately couldn’t deny his words.
If he, as a son, didn’t know how his mother would react when he said he would marry Da Jung, it would be a lie.
The emergence of a man named Cha Jung Hyuk made each day anxious and uneasy. So, he confessed in a hurry and proposed without a plan.
Was this situation solely Cha Jung Hyuk’s fault? No, it wasn’t. His blame was appropriate.
He just lit the fuse; the person who installed the time bomb that could explode at any moment was Do Joon.
Do Joon was the one who postponed Da Jung’s rejection of the proposal. Right after that, he should have confessed everything to his parents and convinced them.
But he couldn’t. Why?
He must have been scared. He didn’t have the confidence to convince his parents. He was afraid he would lose Da Jung if he did nothing.
This dreaded ending came to pass before his eyes. He forgot the essence of his anger and tried to turn all the arrows of resentment towards Cha Jung Hyuk.
Both he, the petty one, and his cowardly self were so bad it was hard to determine which was worse.
“Kwon Do Joon. Don’t hover around Yoo Da Jung. If you continue, Yoo Da Jung will only get more tired.”
At the blunt warning, Do Joon quietly acknowledged his defeat with silence.
Kwon Do Joon was a coward. But what about the pitiful and weak man in front of him?
He saw through Do Joon’s weakness and plunged a dagger without any remorse or tears, cutting off his breath in one go.
Cha Jung Hyuk. Objectively, he was recognized for his outstanding abilities in corporate management.
His cool intuition and relentless aggressive mergers and acquisitions propelled numerous beneficial results for the group in a short time, or so I heard.
Perhaps due to overconfidence in his abilities, Cha Jung Hyuk seemed to believe that he could manipulate people’s hearts as he wished, but that was likely nothing more than a delusion.
Yet, the thought occurred that this man, as shameless and ungenerous as he was, his arrogant delusion shone through as confidence, and he might have been right.
While he delved into Da Jung, disregarding the means or method, what was I doing? I was just endlessly hesitating.
If only I could be as brazen as that man. Then I wouldn’t have to suffer from this selfloathing.
A voice drained of energy flowed out from Do Jun, who slumped his shoulders in resignation.
“Mr. Cha Jung Hyuk, why are you doing this? What are you planning to do with Da Jung?”
“You don’t need to overstep and know that.”
Hangdog, Do Jun turned his miserable toes round and round.
As he impassively watched the door through which he disappeared, Jung Hyuk slowly closed his eyes.
It’s a KO victory.
Basking in the feeling of victory for a moment, a bittersweet, selfmocking sentiment seeped into the languid smile playing on his lips.
I don’t know. What I want to do.
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