Golden Boy.
April 4, 2024 at 3:57 AM
Jungsu’s next morning begins as usual with breakfast in bed. It doesn’t promise to be calm, because Jongin comes from his bedroom to talk about their common business again. Their romance is not based on any deep feelings, only on money and the desire to benefit from everything.
Alpha stretches lazily, pulling a fresh newspaper from the bedside table, lights a cigar and watches the front page.
Choi Mingyu, the head of the Record Group, was found dead. The police have not yet provided information about what happened; eyewitnesses previously reported that the body of a forty-year-old head of a start-up development company was found in a garbage dump. Whether it’s a homicide or health problems will be announced this evening after the autopsy. The investigation is ongoing.
Jungsu smiles, blowing a long stream of smoke upward. Han Hyeongjun works like clockwork. Swiss Watches.
— Are you sure Junhan will deal with it? — Jongin asks, landing on a chair and looking at Kim with his fox eyes.
— Sure. He has never let me down. — Jungsu again releases a puff of smoke and throws the newspaper into the hands of the omega, saying, look at the work done cleanly and on time.
Alpha decides to get out of bed to look out the window at the beautiful view. In the future, with a satisfied grin, he wants to call this city completely his own.
— He seems to know him, I thought that this might cause problems? — Omega picks up the newspapers and looks at the headlines of the first page.
— You just don’t know Junhan, — the alpha hisses with his lips, throwing his cigarette butt into a glass of water near the bed, — he doesn’t care! Especially those I point to! This guy is an impenetrable machine.
Jungsu himself didn’t care about anyone, and even the omega next to him didn’t evoke any particular feelings. They have a mutually beneficial relationship; Jungsu has plenty of money, Jongin has connections in political circles. He even considered Hyeongjun to be a cleaning service, because he dealt with the garbage that got in the way under Kim’s feet.
Jungsu’s cunning eyes again run through the buildings of the city and stop at the desired territory, which just belonged to YoungK. He suddenly remembers that strange evening in which Hyeongjun first put Kim’s proposal aside for later and thought about it. The flashbacks also showed a picture of Han looming over Seungmin and their conversation, in which Hyeongjun clearly showed that he was not familiar with the omega and did not even seem interested in her. For some reason this all seems so strange to him.
Jungsu suddenly remembers his relationship with Oh, and the small benefit for which he started it. Seungmin is a beautiful omega, with a clean reputation, with which it was advantageous to go to social evenings to show off and show that Kim belongs to all the best. And he was raised to be the best.
Now he wants to know how things are about YoungK, but he usually never inquired about the victim in advance, Han did everything on time, this poor scavenger has nowhere to go. Hyeongjun is trash with no money. He doesn’t want to bother Hyeongjun, he still has days left, Jungsu will wait, he doesn’t want to panic ahead of time.
The alpha opens a drawer near the bed and takes out a paper, handing it to the omega:
— Tell Louise to keep an eye on Mrs. Han, let her have an ampoule prepared just in case, in case something goes wrong, — Jongin looks at Jungsu in surprise, because just a couple of minutes ago he had no doubts about anything, but now he was ready to get rid of the woman.
***
— Jungsu, honey? — a gentle voice wakes up the baby, carefully straightens his curls with his fingers, — Get up! It’s time for school, baby! Jungsu nervously sits on the bed, burying himself in the blanket: — I hate the morning, Mom, — sleepy eyes look at the mother pitifully, — why can’t I study at home? — You know your father’s rules, right? — the woman raises her eyebrow, clearly letting her little son know that in this house there are special rules that must be followed. Little Jungsu rolls his eyes and presses himself against his mother’s chest, getting tangled in her long hair: — Why do my poor classmates do whatever they want? And like a fool, should I follow the rules that my grandfather made up? —Jungsu disgustedly highlights the status of his classmates, for which the woman slaps him on the lips. — You shouldn’t say such things! Kim Jungsu! — But, mom! This is true! — little Kim grunts displeasedly, scrunching his face in contempt and some envy of the freedom of other children. — You can’t say that, honey. If I say that you don’t know mathematics, it will be unpleasant for you. It’s unpleasant for others too. You have to think about others, not just yourself. — the boy’s mother tuts instructively, stroking her son’s head again. — Well, that’s it, it’s time to finally get up. Otherwise you will have problems. School was the most unpleasant place for Jongsu, especially considering that some poor botanist could allow him to overtake Kim in knowledge. This was not his plan. Father and mother should be proud of their son and he will do anything for this. The only thing he didn’t like was Grandpa’s rules and even Grandpa himself. Kim younger was never alone with him for a long time; at most he talked to him when he was reprimanded for something and this hit his pride even more. Then little Jungsu did not yet know that adults in business love to eliminate competitors, writing out their path to the next world. He only found out when his mother died and, of course, in his opinion, his grandfather, who was being hunted, was to blame for everything.***
— Do you hear? Small! Get out of here! — Jungsu called out to the boy on the playground, — Idiot? You are deaf? The teenager in front of him was sitting on the roof of the playground, swinging his legs, not paying attention to the words, and Jungsu was hurt by this. Poor idiot! Jungsu’s sleeve was pulled back: — This is Hyeongjun, — his classmate squeaked in his ear, — he’s stupid! Jungsu then looked at the guy who was fingering his hands on the roof of the playground and swaying like a sick person. Poor idiot! Soon, rumors reached Kim younger that the lonely guy loved money, his grandmother was sick, and he, like an orphan, although he had relatives, was trying to earn money in order to be under the care of a relative.***
— Yongseok? — the teacher called out to the class, — Congratulations on your first place! Kim Jungsu? Little Jungsu looked around the class with his gaze, he was despicable to hear his name in another place. Who is this Yongseok? What right did he have to take his place? What will his grandfather say now? Jungsu turned back to where the quiet boy was sitting on the third desk. He glanced at his long fingers for a while, then looked at the happy Yongseok. — Damn Yongseok! I should take you down the stairs to your stupid mother! Jungsu frowns, turning his gaze back to the lonely guy who was staring at the ceiling forlornly.***
— Is this you, Han Hyeongjun? — Jungsu looks at his peer, who still stupidly hammered his heels on the roof of the platform. — Do you have business with me? If not, then get out! — the boy brazenly looks back at the guy who crossed his arms and was clearly unhappy with something, — What do you want? — Will you let Yongseok down the stairs? — Jungsu, who stood in front of him, did not tremble with fear like everyone else, he stood confidently, which attracted Hyeongjun, and he thought that he would have fun with this guy, even if this boy does not have the right to dispose of someone else’s life. — Do you have a million won? — a thin guy looks down from the roof, — Or did this guy blow you off? Jungsu is offended by this non-formal address; does this poor orphan really not know who he is talking to? But Hyeongjun jumps off the roof, landing next to Jungsu: — Golden Boy? — quietly bursts into laughter, pushing Jungsu’s shoulder with his long fingers. Jungsu looks at the cheeky face in front of him: No wonder your mom died too!***
— Hm? Yongseok? Zero two, zero one, table in front of the teacher? Jungsu looks at the guy opposite with interest, but silently nods his head. — A million won, not less! — Hyeongjun spits near his expensive patent leather shoes. — How do you like the envelope? Or send it by dove? — Jungsu looks with disgust at the spit near the toe of his shoe. — Cash. They. Rule the world! — Hyeongjun pushes his palm into Jungsu’s chest, which makes him sway slightly, but still holds out the tightly stuffed envelope. Hyeongjun counts the bills, looking puzzled at the guy in front of him, who behaved completely naturally. — Fracture? Broken arm? Broken leg? Together? — Hyeongjun looks at the guy, leaning his elbows on the brick luggage. — For a million won you must break his neck! — Jungsu shushes him, clearly not happy with the choice. — Are you in love with him? — Hyeongjun is playing for time, amusing the rich guy, in order to understand whether he needs money this way. — Remember, — Jungsu, out of spite to the guy, highlights his status, to which the guy does not pay attention to it at all, — if you want to be rich, ask fewer questions! Hyeongjun looks around at Jungsu, running his eyes over the cashmere that clearly stood out on his outfit. He always stood out among his classmates, clearly wanting to show that he was rich and that he had the best. Perhaps the path to such a character for Kim was made by his grandfather, who could not explain what it means to be the best in everything without doing dirty deeds. In addition, business affairs and competitors turned out to be a bad example for Kim, and therefore now at school anyone could suffer because of him if he wanted. Han never put off business conversations with Jungsu until later, and never took too long to deal with someone. No one had the right to refuse Kim Jungsu, otherwise he would quickly regret it — Hyeongjun would deal with him. He was never interested in where Han spent his money, he only assumed that he paid most of it for his grandmother’s treatment. But Kim never saw his grandmother, never felt the care from his grandmother with whom Hyeongjun was surrounded, but he had a mother, with whom it was difficult to say goodbye as a result of her death. He will never forget the car with his mother burning in front of his eyes and his attempts to get her out of there, but he was not allowed near this car. It’s all grandpa’s fault. — Father, I need a million won! —Jungsu stands in front of his father, holding out his hand and rolling his eyes. — What do you want to buy? — the father lowers his glasses and looks at his son carefully. — I want to go to an amusement park with a classmate! Kim Jungsu has no friends. — Why isn’t he going to pay for himself? — He has no parents, his grandmother is sick, he works part-time to pay for her treatment, I want to give him a rest, — Jungsu chews his lips nervously. — Isn’t it easier to give that amount of money for the treatment of his grandmother? — Mr. Kim has always had a conscience. — And in the park does entertainment mean having fun at your expense? Jungsu begins to boil, he doesn’t care about this old woman, stupid Hyeongjun, he was only interested in Yongseok now. — I’ll think of something, father! Will you give it? The father silently nods his head, he is now happy in his soul that he is hearing for the first time that his son has a friend. — Bring your friend to visit, I want to meet him! Jungsu tries not to roll his eyes. — Okay, father!***
He met Jongin by chance when, after another banquet, Jungsu took Seungmin home and then went to the club. It was at the club that he came across this clonidine dealer, who was robbing everyone who sat down to drink with him. Everyone knew about this and warned Kim, but no one knew what the alpha himself was up to. He heard that Yang had many connections in political circles, but where this omega’s connections came from did not interest him. He was only interested in profiting from it. Jungsu read the dossier about Jongin, which he obtained within a few hours, and demanded to find him when he read that this boy is from a poor family who knows no bounds about money. The plan formed itself in his head. — I offer you a rich life in exchange for being completely mine. — he was not interested in this poor Yang, only his political connections and he didn’t care how he got them, the main thing is that he has them. Both benefit and both know it. — What about your boyfriend? — omega then giggled, poking Kim with her nose, saying that you weren’t the only one here who read the dossier, me too. So rich and poor Kim Jungsu. — Just give your consent and I will get rid of this dummy! — the alpha shuts up the seductive omega. Although Jongin had a bad reputation, he was willing to sacrifice his carelessness for the sake of his interests. Jongin then pinned Jungsu in the corner of the VIP box, licking his lips, it was a deal, a deal with the devil himself. The young omega was aware that dealing with this alpha was dangerous, but on the other hand, Yang understood perfectly well that if you were a couple of steps ahead, then sucking the money out of this golden boy would be a piece of cake. Jungsu wanted to silently leave Seungmin then, he is not obliged to report to anyone, and he never did, but the newly-minted omega convinced him that he should always remain the king of the situation. And leave beautifully, even into the sunset. Having ordered a huge bouquet and written on a business card: Farewell. Kim Jungsu. — Let him enjoy such beauty for the last time! — Yang casually shoved business card into the flowers, pulling a sly grin onto his face.***
— Choi Mingyu? — Yang looks at the paper that Jungsu handed him. — Yes, be a good boy and find out information for me, — the alpha points his finger at the lines, — now you too prove to me that my money will not go to waste. For the sake of money, Yang was ready to do anything, he now also had plenty of it, but having even more only intoxicated his mind. — Then do you mind if I have to sleep with someone who gives me the information I need? — Jongin crosses his legs, crumpling the paper in his hands. Jungsu squeezes the omega’s cheeks to white marks: — Do what you want, baby!
