Marriage with the Beast Senior - Chapter 42

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Chapter 42

 

As soon as Jaejun finished speaking, he slammed Byeongtae’s head against the wall once more.

 

“Why won’t you listen to what people say and make me angry.”

 

Blood began to flow from Byeongtae’s forehead.

 

It was the moment Yoomin was about to call out to Jaejun.

 

With loud thumping sounds, people came up to the 2nd floor.

 

Soon Yun Bosal and Grandfather came right up to the door.

 

“Who are you!”

 

“Get rid of that bastard!”

 

The subordinates rushed into the room at Yun Bosal’s command.

 

It was clear they regarded Jaejun as an unwelcome guest and were about to attack him.

 

Yoomin struggled to get up and ran toward Jaejun.

 

“S-Senior…!”

 

Jaejun quickly scanned Yoomin from head to toe with his eyes.

 

“Are you hurt.”

 

Yoomin shook her head vigorously.

 

“Senior. Did you come… alone? Without bodyguards or your secretary?”

 

Even in this situation, Yoomin was worried about Jaejun and spoke to him reproachfully.

 

“Th-those people are crazy…! They’re insane psycho shamans. They’ve lost their minds and there’s no telling what they might do to you, Senior. What is this place that you came here alone, really…”

 

As Yoomin rambled incoherently in distress, Jaejun took her hand.

 

When the warm touch reached her hand, she seemed to gradually regain her senses.

 

“Right. You’re saying you’re in a place with crazy bastards like you said, so how could I not come see.”

 

And that was the moment.

 

She felt a presence from behind.

 

Byeongtae had gotten up and was reaching out to grab Yoomin’s hair.

 

Jaejun quickly wrapped Yoomin in his arms and grabbed Byeongtae’s hand, twisting it.

 

“Aaaahhh!”

 

“Why do you think I gave you my business card last time, mister.”

 

“Ah, ah, it hurts! My, my arm’s coming off. My arrrrm!”

 

“It meant to watch who you’re messing with.”

 

Jaejun released his arm.

 

Byeongtae clutched the arm that had been caught by Jaejun, saying it hurt, and rolled around on the floor.

 

“Who might you be, sir. From what I can see, you seem like a precious child from a wealthy family.”

 

Then Yun Bosal spoke to Jaejun in a very loud and clear pronunciation.

 

The moment Jaejun’s gaze met Yun Bosal’s, the air froze to a chilling degree.

 

“As you saw downstairs, we were earnestly praying to our ancestors. Breaking down the gate and barging in without permission to cause such a disturbance goes against propriety.”

 

Jaejun let out a snicker.

 

At the sound of his laughter, everyone held their breath and watched Yun Bosal’s expression.

 

Yun Bosal’s eyes were filled with murderous intent.

 

“Who told you that being a skilled shaman means you can commit crimes.”

 

“Crimes? We were legally performing a ritual—”

 

Vicious profanity flowed from Jaejun’s mouth.

 

“Cut the bullshit. Not only confining a kid for days, but putting her in one room where some bastard old enough to be her father can do whatever he wants—if that’s not a crime, what is.”

 

Then Yun Bosal’s eyelids trembled as he commanded his subordinates.

 

“What are you doing. Drag that bastard out!”

 

“Chairman Kim Byeongtae!”

 

Jaejun called out to Byeongtae, who was clutching his arm and holding his breath behind him.

 

It was an intimidating and loud voice that could make everyone stop.

 

“Tell them clearly that touching me is the same as touching my family.”

 

Byeongtae, still undressed, covered his chest area with his arms and shuffled toward Yun Bosal while explaining.

 

“Tae, Taehyun Group chairman’s… only son. The likely next head of the group…”

 

Yun Bosal was startled.

 

Grandfather, who was listening beside him, also blinked and looked at Yoomin.

 

Meanwhile, Jaejun took off his jacket and put it over Yoomin’s shoulders.

 

Then he wrapped his arm around Yoomin’s shoulders and held her as close to his embrace as possible while walking toward the door.

 

Byeongtae made a “hic” sound and stepped aside, but Yun Bosal glared at Yoomin with his head held high and didn’t clear the way.

 

“Move, shaman. If you don’t want to die.”

 

When he threatened so menacingly that it wouldn’t be strange if he killed Yun Bosal right then and there, Yun Bosal coughed unnecessarily and stepped aside.

 

Even as Yoomin walked with Jaejun, she felt strangely eerie and got goosebumps.

 

It felt like he wasn’t the Jaejun she knew.

 

She had no idea that the person who had always been endlessly gentle to her possessed the charisma to render even the grim reaper-like Yun Bosal helpless.

 

“Can you walk?”

 

Jaejun asked before going down the staircase after passing through the corridor.

 

“What if I… can’t walk?”

 

“I’ll have to carry you on my back.”

 

Yoomin forced a smile while looking at him, who was gentle only to her even in this serious situation.

 

“I can… walk.”

 

Yoomin gripped his hand tightly and stepped down the staircase one step at a time.

 

Her legs were shaking, but because Jaejun held her firmly, she could go down well without falling.

 

Grandmother and Hong Suji were at the entrance, but Jaejun ignored them and went to the entrance first.

 

And he looked for Yoomin’s shoes.

 

“…My shoes aren’t… here.”

 

Jaejun didn’t even ask why there were no shoes and immediately picked up Yoomin.

 

Yoomin, who was suddenly held in his arms, screamed in surprise, but Jaejun didn’t care and immediately opened the entrance and went out to the yard.

 

Glancing to the side, she could see traces of the ritual ceremony that had been held in the yard everywhere.

 

Jaejun was heading toward the gate but stopped and approached the ritual table instead.

 

Then he kicked the center of the table with all his might.

 

With a crash, the table overturned.

 

Yun Bosal, who had belatedly chased after them, screamed.

 

“You, you will receive divine punishment…!”

 

“Who exactly gives that divine punishment. Hong Yoomin?”

 

Yoomin glanced at Jaejun.

 

Jaejun looked at Yoomin and slightly frowned as if winking with one eye.

 

“If it’s punishment from Hong Yoomin, I’m willing to receive it.”

 

Yun Bosal trembled and glared at Jaejun as if he would kill him.

 

“You, do you think you’ll be safe after doing this!”

 

Yun Bosal seemed to have lost his reason in anger and pointed at Jaejun.

 

“What will you do if I am safe. Will you perform death rituals for me for the rest of your life?”

 

“You… this…!”

 

“I am curious if people really die when you perform death rituals. Try it once. For your whole life.”

 

Jaejun answered indifferently, then turned around without delay and walked toward the gate.

 

Yoomin was worried about what Jaejun intended to do after creating such chaos, but honestly, she felt more relieved than anything.

 

Because Jaejun had recreated in reality what she had always only imagined doing in her mind.

 

Yoomin unconsciously burrowed deeper into his embrace.

 

* * *

 

Jaejun, who had been leisurely until they left the gate, disappeared somewhere as he hurriedly went to the driver’s seat as soon as he put Yoomin in the passenger seat.

 

Then he hastily started the engine and departed.

 

“…Senior…”

 

“Let’s go to the hospital first.”

 

“No. I want to go to a convenience store…”

 

Jaejun looked ahead, then glanced at Yoomin.

 

“What?”

 

“…I couldn’t drink any water at all… My throat is parched… it hurts so much.”

 

Without a moment to respond, Jaejun touched the navigation several times to find a convenience store.

 

As soon as they arrived at a convenience store 1 minute away, he got out of the car and bought water and various snacks.

 

Yoomin first pulled out water from the bag and gulped it down desperately.

 

As she drank the water, her head gradually cleared and energy seemed to flow through her entire body.

 

“Haah.”

 

Yoomin emptied the entire 500ml water bottle and leaned back against the seat.

 

“Really… if it wasn’t for you, senior… I almost died.”

 

Yoomin recalled herself from just a few minutes ago when she had burst into sorrowful tears.

 

Thinking of that moment made tears well up again.

 

It was such an unfair and infuriating situation, and she was terrified something might go wrong again.

 

If it hadn’t been for Jaejun, really…

 

She would have suffered something terrible.

 

It was the moment when her vision became completely blurred.

 

A warm touch reached her cheek.

 

Jaejun cupped Yoomin’s cheek, making her look at him.

 

Seeing her reddened eyes, he pressed his lips together with a troubled expression.

 

Yoomin quickly turned her head away, not wanting to show him her tears.

 

“Hong Yoomin.”

 

A serious yet gentle voice flowed into Yoomin’s heart.

 

“I won’t ask you the same question anymore.”

 

“…”

 

“Do you need my help?”

 

They had met by chance after 5 years, and since then she had encountered him in every embarrassing situation.

 

Each time, she had coldly rejected his outstretched helping hand.

 

But now she didn’t want to do that anymore.

 

Yoomin wanted to live like a human being.

 

She didn’t know why her heart had changed like this, but one thing was certain – it was because of Jaejun.

 

Seeing Jaejun reminded her of brief happy memories from the past, and she wanted to feel that happiness once more.

 

To do that, she had no choice but to accept his help.

 

“Answer me.”

 

Yoomin slowly nodded her head.

 

“…Yes…”

 

“…”

 

“I think… I need you, senior.”

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