Revenge [Ryujin x Hyunjin]

(49). Na Jaemin

"Wow, Haechan. Look at the size of this room! It’s killer! What kind’a organization fucks ’round like this?"

The voice boomed from behind them as it spoke in a country accent. The untimely appearance of the person they didn’t want to see made Hyunjin frown immediately. The lines in his forehead deepened before they gradually disappeared. He turned his chair around and looked over at Na Jaemin and his lackey who had followed in after him.

"How rare of you to come on time."

"Of course. I could barely get a wink o’ sleep ‘cus I wanted to see my dear Director Hwang so badly."

"You seem quite energetic for someone who couldn’t get any sleep. As expected, you must love being back."

Wearing a white three-piece suit that almost seemed to be fluorescent in its brightness, Na Jaemin bared his teeth like a crocodile and widened his eyes.

"Yer right. It is nice to be back. But what have ya been doin’? Eatin’ all the dust in Seoul? Yer face is all shriveled up like a tiny dick."

Hyunjin remained silent at the obvious ridicule and narrowed his eyes as he exhaled the cigarette smoke in his lungs. Na Jaemin rubbed his hands together and began to speak in an excited voice.

"What, are ya worried now that our boss has woken up? Been thinkin’ ’bout yer future, have ya? Do ya want me to get ya some of them medicinal tonics? This place next to the sauna I go to makes some fabulous restorative pills. Pretty cheap too. Probably ‘cus the owner doesn’t have a traditional medicine license. I’ll get some for yer servant here while I’m at it. What d’ya think?"

At his offensive words, General Manager Choi frowned behind his silver-framed glasses. Na Jaemin had an ability to push the buttons of anyone he met. Unlike his usual outward behavior of acting like he had a loose screw in his head, he was actually very cruel on the inside.

When Hyunjin had first entered YongSung, Jaemin never took a liking to him. Even now, Jaemin had tried numerous times to kill him in secret.

"Hey, now. Lookit how this bastard’s glarin’ at me. ‘Thank you fer the favor, Hyung-nim.’ It’s only proper ya say somethin’ like that. Who taught you yer manners, ya sumbitch?"

Na Jaemin raised his hand to his hips and began to walk towards General Manager Choi. Hyunjin got up from his seat and stepped in between them.

"Don’t do something absurd by picking on General Manager Choi so early in the morning."

"Hey, when did I ever pick on him? We’re all part o’ the same family, aren’t we?"

Hyunjin's lips stretched into a cold smile as he looked at Na Jaemin.

"If you came here to speak with me, then talk to me."

"Alright. But can ya give me a smoke? I came in a hurry to meet’cha that I forgot mine."

"That will be a bit difficult."

"What’d you say?"

Na Jaemin dug his finger into his ear as he asked.

"I said I can’t give you a cigarette."

"Why? Are ya bein’ cheap?"