Knowing Brother-Chapter 14

Even Won Dae-young is so sensitive that he never lets her enter his room. Even though the middle and high schools they graduated from were coeducational, most people’s sense of hygiene is far below Choi Seol-woo’s standards, so Choi Seol-woo is always stressed. But her head is also sharp and she never lets her sensitivity show to others, so she gets double or triple the stress.

She’s so sensitive that even when she goes to a fast food restaurant, she doesn’t eat hamburgers because she hates getting sauce on her hands and mouth, so she just picks up biscuits and French fries and eats them. Of course, she only acts like that when she’s alone with Won Dae-young, but when she’s with her friends, she pretends to eat hamburgers often.

She’s also so twisted that she doesn’t buy cell phones that she really wants because she’s afraid she’ll break them. She carries around models she doesn’t like on purpose and uses them recklessly. I’ve never seen a person like this before.

There’s no drama in this world that can make Choi Seol-woo laugh or cry. Her personality is as dry and cracked as a wasteland.

That’s why she’s always sharp. It’s hard to handle and requires a lot of work. I told you, you have to control him. He’s an android.

Won Dae-young actually saw his malfunctions and the people chasing Choi Seol-woo. He’s an android being chased by a secret agency—that was Choi Seol-woo’s childhood, when he needed a science fiction fairy tale.

He was the second sharpest, and it was sad, and if you look closely, he seemed abnormal, but he was relieved, gave in, and laughed in front of Won Dae-young, which was fun. It wasn’t hard for Won Dae-young to adjust to his difficult temperament. It was like a kind of game or play to Won Dae-young.

He could respond to Choi Seol-woo’s sensitive temperament by taking him around, and he could tease and tease him.

Dopamine activation. In short, it was fun to be with Choi Seol-woo.

I thought that this would be normal in the future. What would change if he became a track and field athlete who made a new record in Korea?

Just yesterday, right before Choi Seol-woo raised his dark eyes and said this, I didn’t think much of it.

— I’ve got someone I’m seeing seriously. He’s someone my brother knows. Managing Director Yoon Ji-hwan. I don’t think I’ll be able to contact him often in the future, so I want to sort things out.

Choi Seol-woo said she’s dating, and it’s a man at that... . She put Dae-young down as if it were natural. Whether it’s a man or a woman, ending a 15-year friendship because of a lover she’s only known for a day or two? This is ridiculous and thoughtless.

“Huh... Huh? Dae-young, watch out! There’s someone walking in front of you! Huh... Why is he like that today?”

“Player Won, this is the first time I’ve seen you today? You’ve never been in bad shape before....”

I thought you weren’t like that because you kept swearing at all the idiots like Eom Hyeong-jin. Rather than feeling betrayed, I started to doubt myself for not knowing that even though we’d been friends for 15 years.

Love? Lover? Marriage? Won Dae-young had been running with only money and success as his goals.

The relationships he had had so far ended in less than two or three months because of his cold side. I thought that was how it was. True love was just an illusion and a facade, and it didn’t exist in this world, and everyone got married according to conditions and pretended to be happy. Everything was just a contractual union to protect their property and money.

So he vaguely thought that when he reached a certain peak, he would meet a suitable person and get married. The reason he didn’t feel the need for love or dating until then might have been because he had Choi Seol-woo by his side.

Anyway, Won Dae-young was always running. He lived only looking at the success ahead. No matter what happened, he wanted to succeed in rehabilitation and become a sports star.

Why, what was it for?

What would happen to my life after that? I never thought about it. Just running was overwhelming.

But when he met Choi Seol-woo, who declared that he had found a true partner and was breaking up with him, he began to feel skeptical about his entire life. In the past, I used to say things like, “I can’t hang out with someone as ignorant as you,” and we even fought, but this time, something was different.

“Daeyoung-ah. Wait, wait, come here. Let’s take a break from training today.”

The reason I broke up and spat out harsh words was because of a relationship? Shouldn’t I at least show my sincerity by asking if you could understand?

“Isn’t your ankle bad? Do you think I don’t need to go to the hospital?”

A feeling of anxiety that I felt for the first time in my life swept over Won Daeyoung. A huge and deep discomfort. What could this feeling be? What on earth could be the cause of this gust of emptiness that I’ve never felt from anyone? Is it burnout? Is it a deficiency that came late?

I pride myself on having grown up through a lot of shit, but this was the first time in my twenty-nine years that I felt doubt.

“Won Daeyoung! Are you going to keep ignoring me?”

“Oh, let me think about it. Why do you keep bothering me, not even Choi Seol-woo.”

“What? Why are you talking about him here?”

“I’ll rest today.”

The coach’s face turned dark. Won Dae-young is skipping training! What’s wrong with him? He grabbed the coach who was hanging on and came to the shower room.

Among human desires, sexual desire is the most pathetic... I don’t understand why people ruin their lives because of it... Choi Seol-woo, who thought he would never meet someone who could handle him, only studied. That guy passed the CPA exam before graduating from college, got a job with a banner, and then, as if he had been waiting, made eye contact with a corporate executive? Drinking alcohol that he never drank until he blacked out?

No. This doesn’t make sense.

Won Dae-young, who was brushing back his sweaty hair, frowned as he glared at the tips of his spike shoes. Something was strange. His strong intuition told him. Choi Seol-woo was strange.

“That relationship is suspicious.”

He absolutely couldn’t let it go. He had to investigate the person behind it.

It must have been blackmail, or at least groomed by that bastard, Executive Director Yoon Ji-hwan. If he was being blackmailed, did Choi Seol-woo do something wrong without me knowing? Did he find a weakness?

I once met Yoon Ji-hwan, the executive director of a sportswear brand famous for running shoes. It was for a matter related to sponsorship during his rehabilitation period. At that time, he had just been promoted to executive level, and I remember it being really funny because he gave off the vibe that he was an executive. Anyway, I should have cracked down on that bastard a long time ago when he often came to watch the games.

After showering, I looked for Executive Director Yoon Ji-hwan’s contact information. I was thinking of asking him to meet up and talk. As Won Dae-young was about to press the call button while putting on his pants, he suddenly imagined Choi Seol-woo pressing the same button and calling Yoon Ji-hwan.

‘Manager, this is a morning call. Are you awake?’

‘Call me Ji-hwan, really?’

‘Hey, ‘honey’ is already a bit... .’

‘I’m working overtime again today. Can you pick me up?’

I couldn’t picture Choi Seol-woo being sweetly in love at all. The imagination that started from the phone conversation usually went straight to sex, just like Won Dae-young’s way of thinking.

‘Ugh... .’

‘Ah, ahh.’

‘Sir, manager. I... .’

Gay sex...? There was absolutely no image going around in my head. I had no choice but to compare it to my heterosexual knowledge and experience. Dae-young happened to be standing in front of the mirror on the wall in the changing room. He imagined the scene of Choi Seol-woo’s naked body touching his naked upper body while they were having sex.

I hadn’t seen her naked before, {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} so it wasn’t detailed. The feeling of flesh touching flesh also came from a long time ago when they had sex. In his forced imagination, Choi Seol-woo was lying down naked. Her buttocks, wrapped in Dae-young’s two hands, shook elastically as they moved.

No, it could be the opposite. It might not be the one getting stabbed. Yeah. It’s better for Choi Seol-woo to get stabbed than to get stabbed.

No, fucking stabbing... , no fucking getting stabbed... , no, rather stabbing... , no... !

It’s all the worst. I felt nauseous again. Choi Seol-woo’s body was touching under the thick muscles of her abdomen and pelvis, which had a clear presence without an ounce of fat, and the guy lying face down on the bed, raising his pride,

I swear I’ve never imagined this before and I shouldn’t have imagined it.

‘You crazy bastard. Won Dae-young, what’s wrong with you, these days.’

I felt even more nauseous at myself for thinking of a scene that wasn’t being drawn specifically, as if I were using AR to synthesize my own half-naked body in the mirror. Even if I hadn’t had sex for years and was just frustrated. How could I imagine such an immoral thing?

Well, that’s immoral. It’s impossible to regard Choi Seol-woo, who is like a habit and family, as a sexual object. Although he wasn’t a person who was particularly obsessed with human morality, this morality was an unwritten rule. It was an obvious ethics that he hadn’t even been aware of until now.

Won Dae-young immediately put an end to his immoral imagination. What Won Dae-young had to worry about was Choi Seol-woo getting involved in bad sex or becoming dangerous.

I don’t know much about it, but it seems like men would be extremely aggressive, and if Director Yoon didn’t know the guy’s secret and carelessly tried to satisfy his desires, it would be a big problem.

“If we met in person, he would naturally try to destroy the evidence.”

Won Dae-young turned his phone over and buried his head in his man-to-man. If it was a threat, he had to get the evidence first. He also had to confirm whether Choi Seol-woo really liked men. How could he check Choi Seol-woo’s phone!

He thought he had to sort this out before he could focus on preparing for the Olympics.

The phone he had laid face down vibrated. He picked it up without even putting on his man-to-man. He thought it was Mrs. Choi, but the caller was his older brother.

Won Dae-hyun.

The moment he saw that name, Won Dae-young's face darkened.

The same question filled his head even as he left the parking lot without answering his brother's call.

Choi Seol-woo is dating a man and having sex?

'Checking the sound of breathing.' The breath of the girl who had been warming his palm felt unfamiliar.