Chapter 8
The room that had been a complete warzone just moments ago fell into a heavy silence. My mouth, which had been spitting out nonsense threats and fake persuasion, shut tight. And so did Kim Daehyun’s, who had been flailing around like a rabid dog. The only sound left was one made by Yoon Taeo alone.
Hiss—
The quiet burn of his cigarette was the only thing that could be heard, the silence so thick it made even that sound ring loud.
Outside the room, the security team had already formed a blockade like a wall. Inside, it was just me, Kim Daehyun, Security Team 3’s leader, and Yoon Taeo.
“Take it off.”
“...What?”
The voice that broke the long silence came from Taeo, and it made Kim Daehyun blurt out a confused question. I was just as baffled. Even for a psycho, asking someone to strip at a moment like this was...
Maybe I’d need to vacate the room soon for some private time between him and Kim Daehyun.
“Still... I mean, here... I’m injured, hyung...”
The pitiful whine that came out of Kim Daehyun’s mouth, standing next to me, almost made me snap. Gone was the arrogant bastard who’d sneered at me earlier. He sounded so weak and pathetic that even I started to feel like the villain in this situation.
But Taeo didn’t answer. Just sat there, cigarette smoke curling up like fog.
With what looked like resignation, Kim Daehyun slowly began undoing the buttons of his shirt, stained and stuck with blood. His trembling fingers—whether from pain or fear—made him look tragically fragile. This bastard really was something else. I started getting the sinking feeling that I might end up taking the fall for cracking open his skull.