RB - 58

58. Brothers Designing a Bloody Revenge Drama

Jung-hyuk pulled down her panties and pressed against her moist, pink apex. Seo-yeon’s back arched like a bow, unsure whether the dizzying sensation was rejection or desire.

“Haah, haaa… ha.”

Her precarious moans scattered desperately, granting permission for the night’s intimacy. Jung-hyuk used his long fingers to part her wet folds, stimulating her soft inner walls. His hardened member rubbed against her entrance, seeking a way in with blatant movements.

Seo-yeon’s entrance, embarrassingly slick, accepted him like a swamp. As Jung-hyuk’s hips moved back and forth, her flat lower abdomen swelled and deflated repeatedly.

“Haah, haa… it hurts, it hurts so much.”

Jung-hyuk firmly gripped Seo-yeon’s twisting waist, subduing her. Her black hair swayed like waves.

“Wrong. You should say it feels too good.”

Pain and pleasure share the same context, they say. Seo-yeon convulsed intermittently. Jung-hyuk growled like a beast, exhaling hot breath onto her perky chest.

“You’re doing well, Han Seo-yeon. Keep going like that.”

Jung-hyuk diligently explored Seo-yeon’s lips. Her soft mucous membrane trembled several times, welcoming him. Inhaling pleasure, exhaling ecstasy.

Unable to endure any longer, Seo-yeon trembled thinly and pushed against his chest.

Jung-hyuk placed his hand on her flushed cheek. Warm moisture streamed down the back of his hand.

Seo-yeon’s tear-stained face met his. A painful question spilled from her swollen lips.

“Is Jin-hyuk okay?”

Jung-hyuk swallowed a bitter smile and remained silent. The time had come to willingly bear the judgment from his goddess, Han Seo-yeon. She poured out tears, blaming herself for a long time. Jung-hyuk was exasperated that only Jin-hyuk’s appearance could stop this sorrow.

The next morning, Shin Jin-hyuk visited Seo-yeon, looking as composed as if nothing had happened. Jung-hyuk, who was peeling an apple beside her, chuckled and said to Seo-yeon.

“What did I tell you? I said he’s no joke. He’s a Shin, after all, with blood that knows no tears or blood.”

Jin-hyuk glared coldly at his brother, Jung-hyuk, who was clumsily peeling an apple, and snapped.

“So, you knew all along but didn’t tell me? Shin Jung-hyuk, you really are a bastard. And now you’re peeling… an apple? Are you trying to stab me?”

“I knew about our wicked stepmother, Park Yeo-wan, being Han Seo-yeon’s biological mother, but I didn’t know the rest. If I had, I wouldn’t have stayed silent. And what? A bastard? Can’t you see I’m holding a knife? Since we’re in a hospital anyway, I figured I could get treated quickly, so I’m feeling confident.”

Jin-hyuk couldn’t hold back his anger any longer. The resentment of being kept in the dark boiled over.

“Haah, damn it, why didn’t you tell me?”

“You never asked.”

Jung-hyuk shrugged as if genuinely wronged, and Jin-hyuk grabbed the back of his neck in frustration. Seo-yeon snatched the knife from Jung-hyuk’s hand and slammed it onto the tray with a clang. Then, with a glare full of curses, she subdued Jung-hyuk and turned to apologize to Jin-hyuk.

“I’ve committed a mortal sin. Please don’t forgive me, Jin-hyuk.”

Apologizing with a line straight out of a historical drama, Jin-hyuk bit his lower lip and forced a faint smile. Seo-yeon had committed no sin, so there was nothing to forgive. Jin-hyuk, being sharp, knew that Seo-yeon wasn’t the one to blame. He spoke to her in a voice as sharp as a honed blade.

“Manager Han, what should I do? How should I proceed?”

Seo-yeon swallowed her emotions, noticing that Jin-hyuk’s eyes had returned to their original sparkle. Jin-hyuk had suppressed his pain in just one day, and she couldn’t afford to wallow in sentimentality forever. She shook her head vigorously, ashamed of her drunken self from the previous night. Then, in her characteristic tone, she spoke.

“Jin-hyuk, you’re good at something. Punishing cowards, crushing them mercilessly. I’m sure Shin Jung-hyuk is just as good at it as you are. It’s time to show off the brothers’ specialty.”

Jung-hyuk gritted his teeth. He vowed to make the monsters who created this tragedy pay a bloody price. Jin-hyuk felt the same. He had cast aside his shock and sorrow, regaining his cold rationality. The perpetrators who had driven the young brothers into a cruel tragedy were now due for merciless revenge.

Jin-hyuk’s white shirt seemed unusually pale today. Given the subtle air of coldness he exuded, he was undoubtedly Shin Jung-hyuk’s brother. Why hadn’t she noticed it sooner? Seo-yeon blamed her own carelessness and spoke again.

“Jin-hyuk, listen carefully. Shin Jung-hyuk, you too!”

Before explaining the plan, Seo-yeon gave the two men a stern warning.

“If reconciliation is difficult, at least call a truce. Even if your paths are different, if your goals are the same, you can walk together for a while. I have a plan.”

Seo-yeon explained the “Shin Joon-hyuk Rescue Operation” she had conceived. She spent a long time arguing with Jung-hyuk, who insisted, “We can just go in and bring him out.” She took out paper and a pencil, detailing each person’s tasks and routes.

“So, what I’m saying is, Jung-hyuk, you and Shin Joon-hyuk need to switch places for a while. Got it?” When Seo-yeon said this, Jung-hyuk raised his voice and stood up, saying, “Why do we need to do that? It’s not even worth listening to.”

Jin-hyuk looked at Jung-hyuk coldly and said.

“Don’t you get it? You need to take Joon-hyuk’s place so we have time to steal the medical records. We can also hide Joon-hyuk safely.”

Seo-yeon nodded in agreement with Jin-hyuk’s opinion while calming the agitated Jung-hyuk.

“Jin-hyuk is right. You just need to endure for a couple of days. We need the Professor Sung and his gang to feel at ease so we can gather solid evidence. We need to bring them to justice. Right now, all we have is circumstantial evidence.”

Jung-hyuk cursed and lit a cigarette. He pressed his stiff shoulder muscles and moved his neck from side to side. He furrowed his brow, already drained despite having done nothing yet.

But Seo-yeon ignored him and spoke in a firm voice.

“Does everyone know their roles? Everything must be done within 10 minutes. Remember, tomorrow night.”

Only two days remained until her discharge. If they could successfully carry out the “Shin Joon-hyuk Rescue Operation” tomorrow night after her psychological consultation with Professor Sung this evening… Seo-yeon waited for the evening with a prayerful heart. The trap had been set; catching the monster was now only a matter of time.

The next morning, Seo-yeon visited Professor Sung Ho-yeon’s consultation room, guided by a nurse.

Her first impression of Professor Sung was that of a “well-maintained, sharp middle-aged man.” His slim figure, neatly groomed beard, and clean nails spoke volumes about his cleanliness. The gold-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose further emphasized his professionalism. But to Seo-yeon, who knew his true nature, he was nothing but a hypocritical shell. He was a despicable monster.

Professor Sung, who had been carefully reviewing the pre-filled questionnaire, smiled and said to Seo-yeon.

“It seems you’re having trouble sleeping, our patient Han Seo-yeon. Shall I prescribe some sleeping pills?”

A psychiatrist who prescribes sleeping pills so easily is no true doctor. This was wisdom Seo-yeon had gained through years of psychiatric counseling to overcome the trauma from her ex-boyfriend, Shin Jung-hyuk. She rolled her eyes and put on an innocent expression.

“Shouldn’t we first find the root cause of my insomnia? Ah… Of course, Professor Sung, you’ll prescribe the best treatment.”

Professor Sung Ho-yeon smiled leisurely and gazed at Seo-yeon. He spoke in a soft voice.

“It seems our patient has a separate underlying cause for her insomnia?”

Seo-yeon briefly explained that she was under stress from work. Professor Sung then continued with sharp questions like, “So?”, “So how did you respond?”, and “Did you have any support?”

Out of nowhere, he asked if she had any support? Seo-yeon, aware of the underlying intent of his questions, smiled brightly like a fool instead of answering. She was not someone to be easily manipulated, and she was preparing her revenge against Professor Sung.

From then on, Professor Sung circled around, asking about the “man” or “supportive figure” in Seo-yeon’s life, but she dodged his questions like a seasoned fox. In the end, Professor Sung, unable to get the answers he wanted, clicked his tongue in disappointment.

Professor Sung kindly explained the sleeping pills and sedatives he would prescribe. As Seo-yeon listened, she diligently rolled her eyes, surveying her surroundings. Then, something caught her eye: Professor Sung’s wristwatch.

Given Professor Sung’s status, it wouldn’t be unusual for him to wear a luxury brand watch, but on his wrist was a cheap digital watch. Upon closer inspection, it was the same model as the one Shin Joon-hyuk had, which beeped with alarms.

Feeling a sense of dissonance, Seo-yeon quickly scrutinized Professor Sung’s attire. Though not overtly branded, his shirt, belt, and shoes were all high-end luxury items. For someone like him to wear a cheap watch? It didn’t make sense.

Feeling Seo-yeon’s intense gaze, Professor Sung slightly lowered his head to meet her eyes.

“Is there something on my face? Or is my fashion sense too old-fashioned? Haha.”

Seo-yeon’s face twisted slightly in panic, but as a seasoned PR professional, she quickly regained her composure. She tapped the armrest of the chair with her finger.

“Professor Sung, I have a question.”

A calm, clear voice escaped Seo-yeon’s lips, and Professor Sung unknowingly tensed up. It was because her eyes had taken on a sharp glint.

Seo-yeon continued to tap the armrest, staring intently at Professor Sung.

Professor Sung was on edge, like a boxer waiting for his opponent’s punch to fly. He had no idea that he had already stepped into the trap Seo-yeon had prepared.