Yes, It’s Me. The Obsessive Side Top

#028

– Click

Only the sound of the trigger being pulled rang from the gun that didn’t fire. Looking at Jung Woo’s surprised face, I smiled as if I knew this would happen.

Jung Woo kept pulling the trigger, but the gun showed no response. Of course. There were no loaded bullets in the shotgun.

“Do you know how many rounds a shotgun can hold? Do you remember I just shot two clay pigeons?”

“Fuck!”

Jung Woo finally realized that he had been threatening me with an empty gun from the start. His eyes turned to anger when he realized I was toying with him, knowing there were no bullets left.  

In case he engaged in hand-to-hand combat, I barely blocked him suddenly swinging the shotgun with my left arm raised. A thudding sound and a sharp pain followed. Without time to be in pain, I immediately punched Jung Woo’s wrist as he swung again.

Momentarily, his grip loosened and I snatched the shotgun in that gap. The name tag on the shotgun that returned to my hand dangled in front of my eyes. The name written on it wasn’t his.

“It’s not even your gun.”

As soon as I took the gun, the security team rushed in and surrounded Jung Woo. While restrained, Jung Woo yelled with veins bulging on his neck. 

“Let go! Let go right now!”

Jung Woo’s unblinking whites of the eyes turned even redder and his struggling appearance was hard to see as a normal human being.

“A bastard like you needs to be punished. Right, Ha Jin?”

“I know. But it’s not worth repaying with death.”

“What did I do wrong to end up half dead?”

“Don’t you know better?”

“Crazy Ha Jin. Your kind are a cancerous lump on society. You think you’re born noble? You don’t even know everyone is born naked the same way.”

He was still snorting and letting out rough breaths.

“Fuck. Categorizing people within the same group, what bullshit. You’re saying I’m low class? A chaebol snob? I’m not a chaebol, just a self-made family that got lucky. You guys ride on your parents’ coattails and act like punks without any skills. Isn’t that even lower? You’ll never know until you die that you’re the truly low class ones.”

Jung Woo seemed to have said all he wanted to say and finally stopped struggling. Seeing his face, I somehow felt that I really came to bear Ha Jin’s karma. Jung Woo’s eyes were filled with nothing but hostility.

“What if I had really died? Were you going to spend the rest of your life in a cell as a murderer?”  

“It wouldn’t be so bad to kill a bastard like you and live like that.”

“Why are you giving up on life? Just because of me?”

“I don’t have a life anyway. Rather than just hanging around the edges of your kind, it’s better to do one big thing and bid farewell to this world.”

“Jung Woo. Don’t tie your neck to me. I’m living my life, so why aren’t you living yours and just getting dragged around?”  

Those weren’t words that should come from someone who looked down on and ostracized people. But the current me didn’t disdain him or think we were of different classes just because he was a chaebol snob. So I wanted him to stop his rampage-like actions.

Jung Woo listened to my words with a pale complexion, tightly closing his lips. His forehead that had veins popping was smooth again. Seeing Jung Woo who seemed to have calmed down a bit, I continued speaking gently.

“As you said, will these kids who live off their parents’ coattails without any skills be able to fulfill their roles in society? If you rise to the top, they’ll all try to cater to you. Right?”

Saying it felt like spitting at the sky. Jung Woo must have agreed with my words as he snickered.

“Ha Jin. You know you’re the most incompetent, right?”

“I know. So try oppressing me with power and status, not physical force.”

“You bastard. You really say the most tempting things.”

“Stop asking me to serve you. I won’t do it.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Jung Woo burst into laughter. His snake-like face looked like a boy my age for the first time. He looked at me with the face of a child venting his dissatisfaction from not getting attention.  

“What do I need to become to oppress you with status?”

“I don’t know? Maybe become the president?”

“You’re telling me to never even dream of it in my life?”

“You understand well.”

“Fuck.”

Jung Woo was dragged out of the shooting range by the security team, but he turned back once more.

“Ha Jin.”

Then he called out to me, trying to maintain a calm voice, but I could feel it slightly trembling at the end.

“I’m glad you didn’t die.”

“Yeah, I need to be alive for you to do it with me once, right?”

“Crazy bastard.”

With a sigh-mixed smile, Jung Woo was dragged out of the shooting range like that.

Once the whole situation was cleared up, the security team opened the door they were blocking. Kim Shin, who couldn’t enter because of them, ran over in one stride and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

His touch was so desperate that his finger marks were left on my skin. His lips that had turned pale were red and swollen, probably from biting them in anxiety. He was scanning me with fierce eyes, making me shrink back reflexively. What, did Kim Shin know how to make this kind of expression too? Feeling strange, I slightly shook off his grip on my shoulders and escaped from him.

Only then did I look around. Just like when I first possessed this body, everyone had frightened faces. Now seeing those faces made me feel disillusioned. I slowly moved my gaze, staring at each of them individually. They all looked at me with sympathetic and worried gazes in response to my gaze.

It was the people here who drove Jung Woo to that state. My role was probably the biggest among them.

Not wanting to see their faces anymore, I left the spot. Kim Shin followed behind me, and I requested to rest and was guided to an empty office. 

“Drink this.”

Kim Shin held out a cup of warm water with slightly trembling hands. It seemed he needed to calm down more than me. I got up from the sofa and sat Kim Shin down.

“Why?”

Kim Shin overreacted to my small action. His eyes were still sharply fierce.

“You seem more shocked than me.”

“Haa, of course I’d be shocked. Seriously. Ha Jin…”

His sharply raised eyes drooped. In an instant, the fierce Kim Shin was gone and a trivial Kim Shin sat there, swaying like a dandelion fluff in the wind. 

“You could have at least told me there were no bullets.”

“Didn’t the instructor tell you?”

“I didn’t even think to ask and my mind went blank, unable to think of anything. I just felt like you were really going to die…”

Kim Shin lowered his head, trailing off. I handed the warm water he gave me back to him. At my action, Kim Shin brought his hand to his heart and looked at me with sparkling eyes in a burdensome way.

“Ha Jin. I’m too shocked right now to properly feel this moving situation. Can you treat me like this again later?”

“Looks like you’re fine now.”

Seeing him spout nonsense like it’s nothing. Kim Shin seemed to have regained his energy. Color returned to his face and his eyes curved beautifully. His smiling face was docile again. 

“I contacted Secretary Kim. Wait here for a bit. I’ll go wrap up the gathering and send the kids off.”

A short while after Kim Shin left, the sound of urgent footsteps that seemed to be running was heard in the quiet hallway. Soon the door opened and Secretary Kim appeared, panting with his tie askew.

“Secretary Kim.”

As I stood up from where I was sitting, Secretary Kim stopped in front of me and took rapid breaths.  

“Whew, huff, coming… running at full speed at this age is killing me.”

“You came quickly. The roads must have been jammed since it’s the weekend.”

“Are you unharmed? I got a rough update on my way that it was resolved…”

When I smiled at Secretary Kim, he let out a big sigh at my appearance.

“Haa, thank goodness. Don’t worry about the follow-up. We will take measures so he never appears in front of young master Ha Jin again. And we will hold those in charge of management here accountable.”  

“Secretary Kim. I’m not in a position to hold anyone accountable. I hope this matter can be let go like this.”

“What? What do you mean by that…”

Secretary Kim made a very puzzled expression, then ruffled my hair with both hands before letting go. It seemed he was checking if I was injured. There’s no way a nonexistent injury would be felt.

“You weren’t hit on the head, right?”

“I wasn’t hit.”

Secretary Kim’s expression, which always looked like a weary office worker, seemed to have become more varied these days, so I smiled slightly, making him furrow his brow.

“Letting it go like this will leave greater trouble later.”

“The one who did wrong first was us. I talked it out with Jung Woo before sending him off, so he won’t do that again.”

Secretary Kim was dumbfounded by my words.

“Young master Ha Jin. I heard you almost died?”

“I could have died if I was shot.”

“Yes. I heard you were threatened with a gun. What if the other person tries to kill you again?”

“He won’t do that.”

“How can you be sure?”

The last time I saw Jung Woo’s face, I had a feeling he wouldn’t harbor hostility towards me anymore. And Ha Jin was a main character-level figure in the webtoon, so he wouldn’t die, right? Probably?

Come to think of it, I wondered how Ha Jin would have handled the incident with Jung Woo. Would he have shot as soon as Jung Woo entered the shooting range? With his asshole personality, he seems more than capable of that.

“I don’t die that easily.”

At my words, Secretary Kim flinched.

“Ah. Right. You don’t die easily.”

“Why are you repeating my words in a scary way? As if you failed to kill me.”

Secretary Kim just laughed as if it was a joke and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat he shed from running. It was ironic to see him using the handkerchief properly. He had always used it to wipe my blood.  

I asked Secretary Kim again to quietly let this matter go. I made a few more requests and then came out with Secretary Kim.

“Will father call for me again?”

At my question, Secretary Kim let out an empty laugh.

“No way. This time you’re the victim, so he won’t do that.”

“Is that so?”

Secretary Kim stopped in front of a black sedan and bowed before getting in the car. Then he soon rolled down the window.

“You must have been startled, should I give you a ride?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll go in my own car.”  

“More than that, I’m not sure if it’s right to just let it go quietly. Shouldn’t we at least send that person overseas?”

“It’s fine. If he messes with me again, we can take action then.”

“Young master Ha Jin. You’ve changed a lot.”

“Why? Because I’m not acting like a punk like before?”  

When I laughed, Secretary Kim laughed along.

“I like it.”

Secretary Kim started the car like that, letting out a laugh.