Life is C between B and D [A Hyungwonho/2won Story] *Editing in progress*

Chapter 33: Claws 1

A/N: Warning, some contents in this chapter may be disruptive for some readers...You have been warned.

"Ahhh Fxxk!!!!" The man exclaimed as he kicked angrily an empty can that went hitting against the wall, the impact of the metallic object echoed in the quiet street. 

He just had stepped on dog poop.

His limited edition leather shoes were now ruined. 

It was one of those shitty days where nothing goes the way you want. 

He was furious...about everything. First, the highly expected investors for his new business project had all decided to suddenly retract from the contract. It took him months and a lot of personal sacrifices to get in touch with them and yet, all for nothing. Then, on his way to work, some stupid axxhole cut in his way and hit the light of his car. He owned a splendid BMW and yet, here he was walking all alone in a cold and empty street. Moreover, it was way too late to call for a taxi. 

Suddenly, he felt something wet and cold falling over his head...tch!...Rain. The light drops of water became an intense rain shower and within five seconds he was almost completely soaked. He opened his coat and tried to hide in his bag full of important documents. He hurriedly took on his right and decided to go by a small street tunnel...

They were a few abandoned place like this in Korea...Well abandoned wasn't exactly true since there was always a few bunches of homeless people and a handle of junkies camping there...He didn't even bother excusing himself as he accidentally stepped on someone's hand. He heard a light groan followed by a flow of profanities. He turned back and spat on the homeless man before swearing back at him.

"You better shut up you useless piece of trash!!! What good do you bring to our society by lying here?! I'm working my ass here to keep shits like you alive. You should just go and kill yourself; you'd be way more useful this way, shithead."

"......We all know that trashes like your kind are always the first to die." The poor old man in rags replied.

"What the Fxxk did you just say?!!"

"You better watch your back here, sir." The homeless man stated with a strange glimpse in his eyes. "The shadows in this street may hide dangerous creatures. I'd be careful not to anger the spirits if I were you."

The businessman scoffed at the stupidity of the old man and just continued his way in the tunnel. He could've beaten the poor man if he had wanted too, but after hearing him blabber such nonsense, he figured it would be unnecessary to punch the man since he was already this senile.

"Fxxk, I want a smoke." He mumbled to himself.

As he was looking through his pockets to find his lighter, he felt his phone vibrating against his chest. He picked it up and let out a deep sigh as he read the name of the person calling.

It was his wife.

"What do you want?" He spoke up without giving her any sweet greetings. He had stopped long ago caring for her. After all, their marriage was only one of convenience. He used to find her pretty and glamorous, but a woman's worth tends to decline as the years pass by.

"...Honey, it's late already...I made you some solleongtang (ox bone soup)." She spoke softly with a tired voice.

Indeed, it was quite late... Actually, it would be more accurate to say that it was quite early. He looked at his Rolex watch and saw the needles pointing at 2:55. She had been waiting all this time for him to come back home...How annoying.

He used to find her attentions cute and endearing but now it felt heavy, worthless and somehow, it irritated him.

"Why don't you just go to bed instead of doing unnecessary things?! Do you think that pretending to be a good wife will help you repent for your sins? You couldn't even give me a son!! Stupid bxxch."