Knowing Brother-Chapter 70

A few days later, they started their day talking about poker.

Director Yoon Ji-hwan: [I'll let you go the second time. lol]

Director Yoon Ji-hwan: [I think I got hurt last time because I played too mercilessly and focused on myself.]

Director Yoon Ji-hwan: [I did it because I thought it was cute that you were struggling.] 1:01 PM

[Even if you let me go, it'll be hard..ㅜ] 1:45 PM

Director Yoon Ji-hwan: [You didn't mean to get angry, did you? lol]

Director Yoon Ji-hwan: [This week, we're in New York, so there'll be a bit of a time difference. But I'll try to contact you when the time comes.] 2:21 PM

Director Yoon Ji-hwan: [I miss you, already.] 2:22 PM

Director Yoon is on an overseas business trip as an executive since Monday. He seems anxious because he's scheduled to return on Saturday morning. There's only one person he's anxious about. He keeps hearing that name at work.

“Mr. Choi, can I ask for your autograph? My daughter’s friend sent a coffee truck to the filming set of Won Dae-young’s variety show.”

That damn Won Dae-young, Won Dae-young, Won Dae-young!

After the second episode was uploaded, the cumulative views shot up like crazy. The team leader happily showed his phone, saying that Choi Seol-woo’s disgusting face was circulating on internet communities. There were many moving images and many comments. Fortunately, I’m not interested in memes. Since I abandoned Won Dae-young and got in Yoon Ji-hwan’s car, I’ve been deliberately not checking his SNS.

At 4 p.m., I felt short of breath. Choi Seol-woo is desperately focused in the office to avoid being caught with her chronic illness. Now, after two months, the results are starting to show. Since I can’t malfunction at work, I go to the break room every so often to avoid irregular breathing or fatigue.

A few minutes after laying my head on the break room sofa, one of my fellow interns came in.

“Hey, Seol-woo. These days, you commute by taxi. Isn’t it really expensive?”

“Yeah. You throw all your appearance fees on the road, hyung.”

He had some kind of competitive spirit and sense of superiority toward Seol-woo because he studied abroad. He was also three years older than me, so it was even more uncomfortable to deal with him. If he caught me taking a break and going to a hideout, damn it, it’s annoying.

“Should we go for a company dinner later? They asked me to count the number of people. All my classmates are going?”

“Yes. I should go.”

But I decided to go because I thought it would help me get a regular employee position if I showed up.

I left the break room first and put my ID card back on, but my phone vibrated. There was a name I hadn’t seen in years. It was ‘Coach Na Bong-gyu.’ If someone called me, who I never would have called, it meant something very important was happening.

Choi Seol-woo’s heart sank. He ran up the stairs and answered the phone.

“Ahem, hello?”

- Hello? You’re Dae-young’s best friend, right?

“......Coach, what did you do to me....”

- Ha... , this is something I shouldn’t tell anyone. Dae-young has been missing for two days.

“Huh?!”

- This never happened during rehabilitation, but I guess he’s been having a hard time lately. I called him to see if he had contacted you.

“.......”

Three days before Choi Seol-woo received that call, Won Dae-young had trouble sleeping.

It was the night Choi Seol-woo drove Yoon Ji-hwan. He didn’t feel good sleeping. As time passed, his mind became more alert and he was going crazy. Won Dae-young knew better than anyone else. Won Dae-young was never this kind of person. No matter how many times he dated, fought, kicked, and got kicked, he had never once gnashed his teeth and woke up from bed after thinking about someone else’s sex.

For Won Dae-young, forgetting useless thoughts and ideas was the easiest thing in the world.

This was an ominous signal. The image of Yoon Ji-hwan, or some faceless being, digging into Choi Seol-woo’s body increasingly took over his consciousness. And the moans Choi Seol-woo would let out underneath became as vivid as reality! The clean face that would spread her legs wide and let out a gasp,

and her wet eyes!

Damn, the orgasm of the bastards who would cum inside him!

“Fuck. Ah... Fuck! Choi Seol-woo!”

He jerked up several times and messed up his hair. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say it was a dream. Even the sensation of their vaginas and bare skin rubbing against each other felt like his own. Choi Seol-woo moved like a different person than before. Won Dae-young searched his memories. The few moments when he had hugged and patted Choi Seol-woo... The man who had quietly given himself to Won Dae-young at that time was now in someone else’s arms!

He couldn’t stand it. This couldn’t be just a problem with the dick club and testosterone. There must have been something wrong with his brain.

He immediately felt the urge to bring Choi Seol-woo here and confirm his sexual feelings. However, Won Dae-young suppressed the urge while staring at the darkness until his eyes became bloodshot. His breathing came out raggedly as if he had run a track.

No, Won Dae-young, don’t make a mistake. To Choi Seol-woo.

What was he going to do by shaking him now that he was confused himself? If it had been someone else, he might have called him out for a drink late at night or tried to do something. But it was Choi Seol-woo. What if this was just a temporary frustration or burnout? It was the result of an impulsive mistake and hurting him.

It was contradictory that Won Dae-young, who couldn’t see Choi Seol-woo getting dirty or # Nоvеlight # in pain, was hurting him directly.

Therefore, Won Dae-young thought this. I need to know my own heart first.

I need to know what kind of existence I want to be by his side for the rest of my life and whether I can take responsibility for it. It didn’t matter who Choi Seol-woo tore up the letter for. Even if he had Ha Yeong-seo in his heart, Won Dae-young wanted her now.

Because he needed a procedure to confirm his feelings and desires,

Won Dae-young had to meet Choi Seol-woo and talk to her. Tracking locations, lying, these are things that only drama villains do, but it was inevitable for his purpose. Won Dae-young devoted all his time and energy, except for his training time, to this.

While coordinating the date of the sponsor’s youth national team scholarship ceremony, he heard that an executive had a business trip scheduled.

That meant Choi Seol-woo would be alone next week. Won Dae-young was given five days. Knowing that he couldn’t move Choi Seol-woo using normal methods, Won Dae-young tried several tricks.

First, he lied that the content production company would provide some transportation expenses for Choi Seol-woo, who had difficulty using public transportation to commute, and then he got a credit card and handed it over. Choi Seol-woo believed that the card was a corporate credit card with transportation discounts, but

The card was in Won Dae-young’s name and was a company credit card that showed detailed information on taxi pick-up and drop-off locations and fares. Choi Seol-woo’s taxi pick-up and drop-off locations were all reported to Won Dae-young’s mobile phone app... ... .

Coach Na was mobilized for the next operation. He called Choi Seol-woo and told her to lie that ‘Won Dae-young went into hiding’. He knew how important a third party’s influence was. He simply explained that it was to safely bring the ‘victory routine’ to the stadium.

The coach had no choice but to grant Won Dae-young’s request and called Choi Seol-woo to ask about Won Dae-young’s whereabouts, saying that he seemed to be mentally shaken for some reason.

Oh my, I’m doing this kind of thing, you idiot! After finishing the call, the coach shook his fist at Won Dae-young, who was standing right next to him.

Won Dae-young could check Choi Seol-woo’s commuting times with his card usage history, and he could adjust his evening supplementary training time to match his work hours, so he could hover over his way home. On the second day, when Choi Seol-woo’s worries were at their peak, ta-da—he showed up in front of her house. He planned to take the mood and take her to a bar or something, and confirm his feelings and sexual feelings one last time.

However, the moment when Won Dae-young came to understand my feelings was completely out of the plan.

It was on that Wednesday night, when Choi Seol-woo collapsed at a company dinner.

“I don’t have my own car yet. I should get one soon.”

“Of course, I’ve just started my social life because I’ve been studying. Parking is tough, it costs money, there’s no need to rush.”

“Didn’t Seol-woo say you don’t have a driver’s license?”

“Yes, not yet. I guess I studied too hard for the license.”

Seol-woo hasn’t received permission to obtain a driver’s license from the hospital yet. A patient who could malfunction at any moment is a fatal danger on the road. In the past 2-3 years, there has been no malfunction and a doctor’s note stating that he has recovered was required to drive.

“Mr. Choi, this job is really for me. It’s hard to get a CPA early, so you’re amazing. These days, there are still banners hanging on campus, right?”

She nodded with an awkward face. Choi Seol-woo didn’t even dream of the entertainment, overseas travel, or language training that other people enjoy when they turn 20. Clubs? Department life? MT? Campus CC? None of it was a story. Even though she suffered from gossip that she was a “selfish brat, a brat with no social skills,” she didn’t go to departmental gatherings. She was a self-centered extrovert who would intentionally sit alone in the front of the classroom when taking major classes.

It was because she had to make money as quickly as possible. Being a lawyer, which is the highest-paying job in the liberal arts, was too stressful, so she chose to be an accountant. At that time, Choi Seol-woo wanted to make as much money as quickly as possible,

and take responsibility for Won Dae-young’s injury. I wanted to take responsibility for the uncertain future of Won Dae-young.

At that time, Won Dae-young, who had never gone into hiding even during his long rehabilitation period, had disappeared...? Could it be that Choi Seol-woo had gotten into Yoon Sang-moo’s car...? I was dumbfounded.

The entire team seemed to be going to the bar for the second round. After much thought, I followed him, thinking that I would just show my face for a moment and get up. The office workers holding umbrellas swarmed and headed toward the alley of bars. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

“Seol-woo, you seemed to have taken medicine earlier. Are you sick? Are you okay?”

“Medicine? Who, Choi Sam?”

“......Oh, I took some digestive medicine beforehand, so don’t worry about it. I’m really okay.”

I took the medicine while I was paying, but he must have seen it. It was even more uncomfortable because it was my inconvenient coworker. The subtle sense of restraint was always pressuring Choi Seol-woo.

It rained since the afternoon, and the road was soaking wet. These days, I went past a large coin karaoke, a large and small pub, a doll grabber shop, and a convenience store and entered the bar. The interior was rather dark, but the point lights here and there were too bright. The background music was not so gentle, so it was like this.

That was a big stimulus.

Seol-woo made an excuse to go on the phone and left the bar to sit on the stairs. He took a deep breath for two or three minutes, but his ears were still ringing and his heart rate was unstable. It was just not a condition that he could endure.

“...I can’t do this.”

It was originally time to lie down in bed and rest. The fatigue that had built up from working overtime every day since joining the company was extreme. Thinking that he should ask for understanding and leave now, he took a few more minutes to catch his breath and went inside.

As he approached his seat, he heard the confident voice of his colleague who had joined the company.