Chapter 84: Cho Riwoo the boxer
Taesan’s POV
I shift gears as soon as I am outside the gates and zoom off.
The call from Junho is still ongoing and he remains silent on the other end, he has some of the answers I need, and I need to attend to them as quickly as possible.
I sigh heavily and press down on the gas pedal, I couldn’t tell Seoha goodbye before I left, I didn’t even wait to see his face.
If I see him, I might change my fucking mind and rethink leaving or doing anything else but watching him breathe.
’Jaemin is back’ Choyeon’s words return to my mind and I scoff.
That omega is no longer needed; his relevance has expired. Sooin is growing up quickly and has mostly forgotten about him except when she has nightmares.
And these days, those nightmares rarely show up...because of Seoha.
"Captain, should I prepare your car or your gun" Junho calls my title and I hum, tapping my finger against the wheel, thinking...gun or sword?
When I arrive at the place, I pull out my cigarette and a lighter, but once I place the cigarette between my lips, I groan and put it back down.
Fucking omega and his brown eyes.
Junho gets out of his car and approaches me; he looks like he barely slept as he slides into the passenger’s seat.
"Good morning" he greets gruffly and I nod, contemplating smoking this stick or dropping it.
"Details" I ask.
"Seoha’s aunt, his mother’s sister is quite the greedy one" he says and hands the tab to me, it contains a picture of a woman in her late forties.
"She lives carelessly, has two grown sons and a runaway husband" Junho says and I nod, swiping to the next picture.
A huge man is on the screen, he has on boxing gloves on both hands, and he is a fighting posture with a focused look on his face.
"Who is this?" I tap the screen once and Junho leans in.
"That’s Cho Riwoo, Seoha’s oldest cousin, this one..." Junho hisses before continuing.
"He has a reputation; he is the reason Seoha spent more time in the countryside with their grandmother"
I grip the tab tightly.
"What does that fucking mean?" I ask quietly, my scent is starting to sour quickly.
"There is medical report of a broken ribcage, his cousin put tied him upside down and used him as a punching bag for fun...at ten years old" Junho says and I shut my eyes.
’Let’s kill him now’ my alpha roars and I growl to keep myself in check.
The car smells heavily of my bitter pheromones, the harsh scent makes Junho roll down the window, I tilt my head back to huff.
"Riwoo...Cho Riwoo...so Seoha won’t miss him, right?" I ask coldly and Junho scoffs.
"There is also Jiwoo, the one that forged Seoha’s signature, he’s a high schooler but he has a thing for invading privacy" Junho shows me video.
’This guy is my classmate, he keeps hacking into the camera in my home! He’s a pervert!’ the girl videoing him says.
The boy, Jiwoo is hiding his face from the camera and being protected by his mother, the woman is wearing a violent expression and is dramatically refuting the claim.
’My son will never do such a thing, you lying wench! My Jiwoo is a good boy’ Ms. Cho yells protectively.
"Why didn’t this go viral?" I ask and pause the video, I’m tired of the shameless woman’s voice and face.
"Jiwoo hacked the girl’s phone and got rid of it, but the girl is smart, she had sent it to a relative’s device" Junho explains and I feel nothing but irritation for the entire family.
"His father is a bastard money hungry dog, his mother is a ghost, his aunt is a greedy bitch...is there anyone in his family that is sane?" I ask and Junho chuckles lightly.
"You live in glass house, Sannah, don’t throw stones" he says, leaning back in my seat.
Both of us laugh, it’s cold one before we settle into silence, a silence that is pregnant with the effect of my grandfather’s words.
Grandfather’s word has no effect on him, but it does on me...Junho was in love with me, but I didn’t share his feelings.
Instead of telling me, he innocently told my grandfather, we were only fifteen...and that man used it against Junho, used Junho to spy on my family.
When I found out, it broke him worse than it broke me. He just wanted to win my affection by making my family proud.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks, the smile still lingering on his face.
"What if I give Seoha a space in my life?" I respond, tilting my face towards him and he hums for a second, a habit he picked from me.
"That will be the best thing you would have ever done in your entire life, you deserve love" he says, his attention is stolen when an old car drives in.
My victim has arrived.
"Stay in the car" I order my righthand man.
I put on my gloves and mask before getting out of the car to follow Cho Jiwoo, it is time to give Seoha some kind of justice.
The man is heavily built with bruises on his knuckles, and he walks with his arms half held up...I should break those hands first.
"Hello, this place is closed off" he says loudly as soon as he notices me.
"I’m here for your cousin" I say and he eyes me slowly before turning around to set up his training items.
"Cousin?" he asks.
"Shin Seoha, omega born in 2002...does that ring a bell?" I ask and he makes a face.
"That bitch isn’t dead yet?" the young man asks and I shut him up with a punch to the nose.
"You motherfucker!" he yells and cups his bleeding nose, "what the fuck are you-" he shouts at me and I land another punch on his face.
The punch is followed by the sickening crunch of breaking bone and spilling blood...too bad he is wearing a scent patch.
I feed off their fears.
"You robbed an orphan" I say and shake my hand to throw off his blood and saliva from my hand.
The man growls furiously at me as he gains his footing and comes at me.
"His parents were the most unclean motherfuckers anyway!" he roars and slams his body into mine, throwing me off balance to the floor and sitting on my stomach.
"If Seoha isn’t dead, then you die for him!" he shouts and starts to punch blindly, I grunt in pain and try to push him off, but he doesn’t budge.
The boxer lands some hits on my face before I grab his throat.
"Robbing is easy for you, let’s see what you can do when you’re robbed of your body" I sneer at him and turn his neck.
"Ah!" he screams and passes out from the unexpected move.
I pull myself up, panting, bleeding, and unsatisfied.
"Bastard" I hiss as I pick up his arm and twist it hard until I hear it pop out of its socket, that’s when I drop it like a stick, fully satisfied despite the dizziness and pain I feel.
No one...no one would touch my omega ever again.
When I stumble back to the car, Junho sits up immediately, he looks concerned as he opens the door for me.
"Jiwoo next" I say and he shakes his head slowly.
"He’s an high schooler" he says and I give him a flat look, "Jiwoo next" I repeat.
"Listen, that boxer boy got you pretty good, maybe you should go for the second one another day" he says and I hum, thinking of the appropriate punishment to give the younger Cho.
Junho is right, I fucking need to return to practicing my martial art, that boy almost had me.
"Take me to the hotel, I can’t return to Seoha like this" I murmur and Junho nods, letting out a relieved sigh.
At the hotel, I undress, wash off the blood, get a fucking stitching and plan my next move.
By nighttime, I am partially healed enough to go back home and not worry the omega waiting for me.
"Welcome Mr. Kang" the maid at the door greets and kneels to take off my shoes, I impatiently let her, "throw those socks away" I order.
"Yes sir" she says and I make my way to my room.
"Seoha" I call his name, but he isn’t here.
I go into his own room and find him sleeping with his back against the wall.
Sooin is asleep on the bed and the omega’s guitar is in front of him, he must have been using it as a table for his sketchpad.
I squat in front of him and brush a strand of hair out of his face.
"Alpha?" the omega murmurs and leans into my touch, "why aren’t you in bed?" I ask as I scoop him up.
"I finished the design...I want to be perfect for you" he says in his sleep, and I place him next to Sooin.
"You are already perfect for me" I tell him...I would fucking never say that when he’s awake, but it’s my truth.
"I’m not your type" he mutters cutely and starts to snore softly.
It’s true, he’s not my type...but fuck, he turned everything upside down just by being a thief.
I tuck him in and return to the guitar.
I pick up his sketch, and hell, this has to be the most beautiful design I have ever seen.
Oh Shin Seoha...nothing is ever going to hurt you as long as I am alive, I swear.