I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 190
I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 190
“Damn it.”
Jin Seok-young roughly pulled at his hair. His thick head couldn’t figure out how to resolve this situation at all.
Should he first inform Han Seung-jae that they found Seo Dong-hu? He would surely tell them to bring him in. Wasn’t he someone who trusted only what he could see? Jin Seok-young wasn’t stupid enough not to know that.
However, Seo Dong-hu was already dead. Moreover, Han Seung-jae wouldn’t come all the way here to confirm Seo Dong-hu’s face. Even if he saw it, he might not be able to recognize him.
“What should we do, Director Jin?”
“Shit. What should we do?”
Questions circled between Secretary Ko and Jin Seok-young. Jin Seok-young, his hair a mess, got into his car outside the building for now. This wasn’t something he could decide alone. Sitting in the driver’s seat, Jin Seok-young took a short deep breath and, as always, sought help from Jin Tae-won.
“Hyung, you know.”
[What? Isn’t Seon-yoo at home?]
Jin Seok-young felt as if a dagger had suddenly flown into his chest and stuck there. That was something he needed to check now, but there was a more urgent matter at hand.
Jin Seok-young anxiously rubbed his face once and said:
“We found Vice President Seo, but.”
Jin Seok-young pressed the phone close to his ear.
[Take him to Director Han. And then whether he grills him or boils him, you stay out of it. If you get involved, it’ll only give you a headache.]
Jin Seok-young took in the building visible through the car window. His face turned ashen.
“The thing is… Vice President Seo is dead.”
[Are you sure you’ve confirmed it properly? Do you know what you’re saying?]
Just from Jin Tae-won’s tone over the phone, Jin Seok-young could clearly see him furrowing his brow. If he had been right in front of him, he might have burned his thick head with a cigarette this time.
“I checked several times! It was hard to recognize his face. Shit, if he was going to die like this, he should have been caught by me. Then he wouldn’t have died!”
[Cut the nonsense.]
Jin Seok-young leaned his upper body on the steering wheel as if trying to calm his rising anger. His voice came out a bit lower.
“What should I tell Director Han? I was about to contact him saying we found him, but I called you first.”
[First, properly assess the situation, then call me back.]
***
Haseon Hospital.
Seo I-kyung, lying on the hospital bed, had fallen asleep for a while after Jin Seon-yoo left and then woke up. Just lying down and talking a little with Jin Seon-yoo seemed to have been physically taxing.
Seo I-kyung, who had been repeatedly waking up due to pain near his chest, suddenly turned his head and stared at the chair next to the bed. It was also where Jin Seon-yoo had been sitting earlier. However, Seo I-kyung was recalling Han Seung-jae sitting there.
He didn’t know if Han Seung-jae would come to the hospital again. Rather, if he was the Han Seung-jae Seo I-kyung knew, the possibility of him not coming was significantly higher. He was someone without any lingering attachments. It was also incomprehensible that he saw such a person as soon as he opened his eyes.
Seo I-kyung picked up the pocket watch touching his fingertips and looked at the watch face. It was just past 5 o’clock.
For a moment, he thought he heard the door opening and looked towards it. However, there was no sound of footsteps from beyond the screen.
‘Was it my imagination?’
He must have heard wrong. There’s no way Han Seung-jae would come at this time…
Seo I-kyung raised the upper part of the bed by pressing the button with a sunken expression. Maybe it’s because of the ring on his finger that he’s becoming more conscious of lingering attachments.
After looking out the window for a while, he turned on the phone Jin Seon-yoo had left. It was to push Han Seung-jae, who kept coming to mind, out of his thoughts a little.
As the phone turned on, a message from Jin Seon-yoo appeared on the screen.
[I arrived home. Don’t worry, I didn’t get scolded by hyung. And if there’s anything you want to eat, just tell me. I’ll buy it when I come.]
Seo I-kyung moved one hand to send a message saying it was okay. Then he recalled the rice porridge he had eaten with Jin Seon-yoo. It wasn’t seasoned at all. It was probably more so because it was adjusted for Seo I-kyung’s sick body, but Jin Seon-yoo and Seo I-kyung spent more time holding their spoons than actually eating.
Jin Seon-yoo must have been carefully observing how difficult it was for Seo I-kyung to eat.
While fiddling with the phone waiting for Jin Seon-yoo’s message, which usually came immediately, Seo I-kyung’s eyes fixed on the text at the top of an article.
“Urim Construction Vice President Seo Dong-hu, Attacked by an Assailant.”
As he slowly moved his finger, the article unfolded. Seo I-kyung didn’t even blink while reading the article. Somehow his heart was beating fast.
The article contained content about being attacked by a robber.
Seo I-kyung felt his mouth go dry. He traced the last image of Seo Dong-hu he had faced. His eyes were bloodshot and he smelled of alcohol. And his suit was crumpled as if he had worn it for days. That Seo Dong-hu had aggressively grabbed Seo I-kyung’s collar and acted as if he would raise his hand at any moment. For such a person to be attacked by an assailant…
‘Seo Dong-hu died?’
Ring- Seo I-kyung dropped the phone in surprise as a message came in from Jin Seon-yoo. When he picked up the phone again, the window with the article he had been reading had disappeared.
Seo I-kyung pushed away Jin Seon-yoo’s message and searched for the article he had been reading. However, it said the post had been deleted.
“It’s gone.”
Seo I-kyung repeated the same action. Was it unbelievable because the article he had been reading disappeared? Or was it the fact itself that Seo Dong-hu had died?
And he couldn’t understand why Han Seung-jae came to mind at the word ‘assailant’.
Just then, the hospital room door opened and steady footsteps followed. In addition, the attending physician’s voice was heard from across the screen.
“Director Han, except for the person I mentioned this morning, no one has entered this room. Really. He was so insistent this morning.”
“Insistent?”
The refined footsteps stopped. The attending physician seemed to quickly correct his words.
“Ah, no. Not insistent, but he said to bring him in even though he needed to rest. I wanted to say I had no choice, but my words came out wrong. I’m sorry.”
Seo I-kyung looked at the shadow tilting towards the floor ahead, then raised his head. Likewise, Han Seung-jae, who had revealed himself, looked inside and opened his mouth.
“I heard he was sleeping.”
Seo I-kyung felt a chill near his chest where Han Seung-jae’s gaze fell. At the same time, the attending physician emerged from beside him and showed the tray he was holding.
“He was sleeping when I brought dinner just now.”
The attending physician had backed out after seeing Seo I-kyung sleeping. Because rest was absolutely the first and second priority. Seo I-kyung’s recovery and the attending physician’s honorable future were closely linked. As such, the attending physician devoted himself to nourishing Seo I-kyung’s body.
After hearing from Secretary Park that Han Seung-jae was arriving, he had hurriedly brought dinner and accompanied him. The attending physician fixed the table to the bed, then placed the tray he was holding on it. A covered bowl was in place.
“Go and do your work.”
The attending physician’s hand, about to open the cover, hesitated. As he turned around, Han Seung-jae took off the coat he was wearing. The attending physician reflexively tried to take the coat.
“It’s fine, just go out.”
Han Seung-jae passed by the attending physician and placed the removed coat on the chair. The attending physician bowed behind Han Seung-jae’s back and left the room.
Han Seung-jae stretched out his long arm. Seo I-kyung looked at his cold profile. There wasn’t much change in his expression, making it difficult to guess his inner thoughts. Perhaps he had reached an absurd imagination due to overthinking. As Seo I-kyung slowly lowered his eyes, he saw that Han Seung-jae’s suit showed no signs of disarray. However, there were scratches on Han Seung-jae’s fingers as he opened the bowl’s cover.
“The food is terrible.”
Han Seung-jae’s eyes creased as he looked at the rice porridge that was neither porridge nor water.
“Did you eat something like this in the morning too?”
But for Seo I-kyung’s sick body, it needed to be easily digestible and neither salty nor sweet. Nevertheless, it didn’t meet Han Seung-jae’s standards. He sat opposite the bed where Seo I-kyung was sitting.
Seo I-kyung blankly took in Han Seung-jae wearing a dark-colored suit. Han Seung-jae, whose eyes met his, asked:
“You look like you have something to say to me?”
Seo I-kyung gripped the phone whose screen had flickered.
“Seo Dong-hu.”
Han Seung-jae listened quietly without interrupting Seo I-kyung’s words. Seo I-kyung’s dry lips parted slowly.
“Did you do it?”