I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 189
I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 189
“I just went to the hospital and heard he woke up. Seon-yoo is there now, so I couldn’t bring-“
Jin Seok-young couldn’t finish his sentence protecting Jin Seon-yoo. Han Seung-jae stretched out his long arm and unwrapped the rolled-up black cloth.
“I’m pretty sure I told you to find Seo Dong-hu, but all you put in front of me is this thing.”
“Ha! He slipped out the back door, so I had no choice but to lose him right before my eyes. We’re still looking, so we should get word soon.”
Jin Seok-young, with a grim expression, gripped his knee tightly. If only he hadn’t lost Seo Dong-hu then, the situation would have been more advantageous than now.
The sword pulled out of its sheath by Han Seung-jae’s hand had been cleaned of blood. But that doesn’t mean the wound on Seo I-kyung’s body would disappear.
Even if Seo I-kyung’s torn flesh healed, a scar would remain.
Han Seung-jae originally wasn’t very interested in damaged items.
“Director Han.”
Jin Seok-young’s face stiffened slightly. The pressure of the sword blade approaching his throat made his hair stand on end. His sharp Adam’s apple moved steeply.
Han Seung-jae parted his lips impassively.
“Then go and find him.”
As he said this, Han Seung-jae still had the sword blade pointed at Jin Seok-young’s throat. There seemed to be no room to pull his hand back.
Jin Seok-young, with a flushed face, tilted back his neck that he had been keeping stiffly straight. He awkwardly ducked under the sword blade and barely escaped. Having suffered this humiliation, he stood up from the sofa and spoke to Han Seung-jae as if making a promise.
“I’ll definitely find Vice President Seo, so until then, don’t lay a hand on Seon-yoo.”
“Well. I’m not known for my patience.”
Han Seung-jae, muttering self-deprecatingly, threw down the sword blade he was holding onto the table. There was a sharp sound of metal hitting the glass surface. Jin Seok-young glared fiercely and turned around.
Han Seung-jae got up and headed to the desk where he was originally sitting. As he sat down, Secretary Park tidied up the table.
Just as Secretary Park was about to neatly put the sword blade back into its sheath and place it on the desk where Han Seung-jae was sitting, Han Seung-jae’s voice leaked out coldly.
“Take it out and break it in half.”
Secretary Park lifted the sword back up. He left the director’s office without any objection to Han Seung-jae’s words.
Han Seung-jae’s hand, which had been flipping through documents, loosened, and he raised his head to look straight ahead.
Recalling his conversation with Jin Seok-young, he remembered the emotion he felt for a moment. Even after recovery, scars would remain on Seo I-kyung’s body.
He recalled the words of the doctors who had been making a fuss at the hospital.
―It was fortunate that he was wearing a cast. Because of that, the sword couldn’t penetrate deeply.
―It’s really fortunate.
The doctors exchanged words back and forth. At that moment, Han Seung-jae reached out without hesitation. The doctors on both sides jumped up, trying to stop him.
―You can’t do that, Director Han. We just finished suturing. If you unwrap the bandages now, the patient’s wound might reopen…
Han Seung-jae’s blood ran cold as he looked down at the long scar etched near Seo I-kyung’s chest. Originally, he didn’t pay attention to damaged things.
His surroundings were always overflowing with everything to an excessive degree. Things were already in his hands before he spoke, or things that Butler Choi, who had practically raised him, had struggled to obtain were broken in his hands.
“If he were an object, it would have been easier to handle.”
He would have put him in a glass display case and not let him take a step out of there.
But Seo I-kyung is not an object. He was different from the things Han Seung-jae had easily obtained so far. Just when he thought he had him firmly in his grasp, at some point he would leave only his scent behind and slip through his fingers.
***
Jin Seok-young, who got into his car after leaving the Myeongjun Financial Group building, fidgeted. He drove the car roughly while relaying to Jin Tae-won over the phone the series of events that had happened with Han Seung-jae.
“It seems Director Han hasn’t found Vice President Seo yet?”
[Are you sure?]
“Yeah. He told me to find him quickly.”
He didn’t mention things like the murderous intent in Han Seung-jae’s eyes as he pointed the sword at his throat. Han Seung-jae might have sincerely wanted to cut Jin Seok-young.
When the car stopped at a signal, Jin Seok-young checked and touched his Adam’s apple in the rearview mirror. Fortunately, it wasn’t bleeding. However, Jin Seok-young could understand Han Seung-jae’s anger to some extent.
He too would have been that furious if Jin Seon-yoo had been stabbed somewhere.
The sound of Jin Tae-won lighting a cigarette came from over the phone. Then, as if exhaling smoke, he spoke mixed with silence.
[…Tell Seon-yoo not to leave the house for a while.]
The fact that Jin Seon-yoo was already at the hospital flashed before his eyes. If Jin Tae-won found out that he had disobeyed his words again, it wouldn’t end with just a slap on the face. Moreover, with Gwon Gi-jun not around to take the hit instead, Jin Seon-yoo would crumple to the floor unable to withstand it, and then some.
Jin Seok-young ended the call saying he understood and immediately called Jin Seon-yoo. He planned to urge him to come out in front of the hospital, put him in the car, and take him home directly. However, Jin Seon-yoo didn’t answer the phone.
“Damn it.”
Nothing was going right.
Jin Seok-young turned his car towards Haseon Hospital for now.
As he was about to get out of the hastily parked car, Jin Seok-young picked up his repeatedly ringing phone. He answered the call from Secretary Ko and put it to his ear.
“How did it go?”
[We found Vice President Seo.]
“What, you found him?”
Jin Seok-young hit the steering wheel. If only they had been a little faster, he wouldn’t have suffered such humiliation from Han Seung-jae. However, he realized that now wasn’t the time to dwell on such trivial matters.
“Where is he?”
He was about to move the car he had just stopped, but looked up at Haseon Hospital through the car window.
“For now, just catch him and bring him in no matter what. No, catch him and just send me the location. I’ll go right away. Don’t lose him while carrying him around unnecessarily.”
Jin Seok-young continued speaking as he hurriedly got out of the car. Although handing over Seo Dong-hu to Han Seung-jae was an extremely urgent matter, he couldn’t watch Jin Seon-yoo get beaten to a pulp by Jin Tae-won.
[But there’s a bit of a problem…]
Secretary Ko’s troubled voice came over the phone, but Jin Seok-young answered while quickly walking.
“What problem? Why isn’t Seon-yoo answering his phone at a time like this!”
[Vice President Seo is dead.]
Jin Seok-young’s hand, about to press the elevator button while pushing through people in the hospital, stopped in mid-air.
“What?”
He asked Secretary Ko back with a dumbfounded face, as if doubting his ears.
“What do you mean?”
Jin Seok-young clearly saw Seo Dong-hu open the back door and run out with his own eyes. And that was just last night. What nonsense is this about Seo Dong-hu being dead?
However, Secretary Ko’s words came back.
[The cause of death is said to be excessive bleeding, but for now… you should come and see the situation.]
Secretary Ko seemed to be refraining from mentioning Seo Dong-hu’s condition. Jin Seok-young watched people getting out of the elevator, then turned on his heel. It seemed better to call Jin Seon-yoo.
For now, it seemed he should go directly to where Secretary Ko was.
“Alright. I’ll come now. Where should I go?”
***
Ring-
Jin Seon-yoo, sitting in a chair next to the hospital bed, looked at the repeatedly ringing phone. Jin Seon-yoo had taken off his sunglasses. His eyes were a bit red, but the swelling had gone down.
Seo I-kyung followed his gaze to the same place.
“Shouldn’t you answer? It keeps ringing.”
“It’s fine.”
“It could be something urgent.”
“He’ll just nag again and again and again.”
“He’s probably worried. You should go back now too.”
Jin Seon-yoo’s face turned slightly gloomy. He put down the phone face down on the bed, then took out another phone and held it out to Seo I-kyung. It was the one Seo I-kyung had dropped while struggling with Seo Dong-hu.
But as he was rushed to the hospital and Jin Seon-yoo was calling out to him in tears, there was no time to gather anything.
Although it had blood on it, the housekeeper had cleaned it thoroughly before handing it to Jin Seon-yoo.
“I’ve charged it. You should be able to use it right away.”
Seo I-kyung looked at the phone placed on his thigh. Jin Seon-yoo put his own phone, which he had placed on the bed, into his back pocket and put on his sunglasses.
“I’ll come again.”
Seo I-kyung nodded. As Jin Seon-yoo left the hospital room, he grumblingly called Jin Seok-young. When the connection tone ended, Jin Seon-yoo spoke first.
“I just left the hospital room. I’ll be down soon.”
Jin Seon-yoo assumed Jin Seok-young had parked the car and was urging him. That’s how it had always been. It wasn’t difficult to predict Jin Seok-young’s actions.
[Okay, go home quickly.]
However, the words that came over the phone didn’t sound like the usual impulsive Jin Seok-young. Jin Seon-yoo thought he would get angry first.
“Aren’t you in the parking lot?”
[I can’t come pick you up, so take a taxi home.]
***
Jin Seok-young lowered the phone he had been holding to his ear. He stared at the gray hoodie stained with dried blood. It was the clothes Seo Dong-hu had been wearing when he escaped last night. But if he hadn’t been told it was Seo Dong-hu, it would have been hard to recognize him as Seo Dong-hu.