-Contains some spoilers for Going Seventeen's "BAD CLIE." If you don't want to be spoiled, please click back.-
-Contains elements of a complaint and some story variations.-
"Butler, I want to go to my father."
"The great master is probably working right now... Should we go anyway?"
"Yeah! I'm going to play with Dad!"
Holding Jun-hui's hand, she headed to the office of Jun-gi, Mingyu's father. Mingyu, who had been rambling about what he'd do with his father and how he hadn't seen him much lately, whined that his legs hurt, and Jun-hui picked him up. A little while later, Mingyu, who had longed to run to Jun-gi himself, emerged from Jun-hui's embrace in front of Jun-gi's office. When Jun-hui knocked several times without a response, Mingyu, impatient, finally opened the door and went in. But what they saw upon entering was—
"..Father..?"
"master..."
A burn mark glimpsed through the clothes, an unfocused gaze, and... a rope hanging from the ceiling.
"Master, let's go. We..."
"Father, why are you like that...? Butler..."
"Good, huh? Let's go quickly... Little Master, I forgot you called..."
"Father...? Huh...?"
"He said he'd play with me a little later... So..."
Jun-hwi quickly covered Min-gyu's eyes, but one word came to mind when Min-gyu saw Jun-gi's appearance.
'death'
Min-gyu, who was smart and read a lot for his age, realized his father's death. Hearing Min-gyu's screams and cries, Hansol and Won-woo, passing by, rushed over. Jun-hwi picked up the struggling Min-gyu. Even when he forced himself to go to Seok-min, Min-gyu continued to cry, hiding from Jun-gi.
His father, Jun-ki, who was infinitely kind to Min-gyu and only showed him a smiling face, passed away on Min-gyu's birthday in 2005, when Min-gyu was 5 years old and didn't even know Jun-ki's name.
* * *
A week after Jun-gi died, reporter Kwon Soon-young, who was in charge of company-related articles, came to visit.
"Chairman Park, your eldest son committed suicide... because of your abuse."
"What does that mean? Junki died in an accident..."
"Oh, really? Then what is this picture?"
The photos that Soonyoung showed were of the blue bruises on Junki's neck from when he hung himself and the burn marks from the candle.
"If an article is published with this photo saying that the child committed suicide due to abuse, what will happen to the company's image? And I have a lot of things... Should I just blow it all up at once?"
Sunyoung, who often received news stories from Junki to make a living, had a lot of material related to BSK's corruption. When she came to Taesan, she brought some of the relevant material with her, causing his face to turn pale.
"...what do you want?"
"There's only one thing I want. Hey, why would someone who knows do this?"
At Sunyoung's words, Taesan pulled an envelope from his drawer and tossed it toward him. Sunyoung opened the envelope, checked the amount, and a smile rose on her face. It was enough to last her five or six years without working. "I'll be counting on you in the future," he said. As Sunyoung left, Taesan's expression hardened.
"..How did he know? I clearly told him to handle it cleanly.."
* * *
In the summer of 2015, when Min-gyu was 15, he visited his primary care physician, Won-woo, for a diagnosis of sleeplessness. Won-woo diagnosed him with insomnia and a mild, unexplained mental disorder. While there were some oddities, the symptoms and underlying causes were unknown, so the medical report simply stated that observation was necessary. But who knew that Jun-ki's ego had already begun to creep in, pushing out Min-gyu's?
"I thought I'd get caught... It's a sleeping pill, so I can only wake up when Min-gyu falls asleep... Well, I guess it's okay?"
A soliloquy heard in the middle of the night. It was clearly Min-gyu's voice, but his cold tone was unresponsive. It was Jun-gi.
"I will soon be able to take revenge on those who killed me... but not now."
In reality, Jun-gi could only be active for about ten minutes, even during Min-gyu's sleeping hours. That was a long time, barely enough to even grasp what had happened during the day. Deciding to take his time and prepare slowly, Jun-gi had already decided on his first target. Father,
"Park Tae-san, I can never forgive you for tormenting me and causing me to die."
* * *
"...what's going on,"
Taesan's face hardened as if he was displeased with the man who suddenly came to him and didn't say anything.
"If you came to find me, there must be a reason..."
"Mother... Mother is sick..."
"What do I have to do with your mother being sick?"
"Yoon Jeong-bin."
"what..?"
"That's my mother's name. Yoon Jeong-bin... You know... Chairman... No, Father."
Taesan sat up at Jeonghan's words. Jeonghan looked him straight in the eye.
"It's been a long time since I've had any contact with that kid..."
"But we were still close... After my father abandoned my mother, we lived in poverty for over a dozen years. The reason he didn't come back was because my mother stopped him."
"Yeah, but why did you find out now?"
"I heard you have cancer... I don't have money for surgery or hospitalization. Please save me."
Soon, Jeonghan fell to his knees on the cold floor, weeping. Taesan, who had been staring at Jeonghan with cold eyes as he silently shed tears, made him a suggestion.
"Let him work for our company. Then, I will have Yun Jeong-bin treat him."
"Really... Really..?"
"Yes, I've heard of your abilities... If you work for the company, not only will you receive medical treatment, but you'll also be given a generous monthly allowance."
".. Please.. Please cure our mother.."
Taesan nodded, a sinister smile on his lips.
* * *
Seok-min got angry when he said he would not pass management rights to his blood relatives.
"Father, what do you mean? How much did I..."
"I've already made up my mind. I've even discussed it with my lawyer."
"father..."
"Don't argue any further. You know I hate being told twice."
"Min-gyu, you can say something..."
"..Uncle, I...know that I have to follow Grandfather's words unconditionally..."
"Yes, that goes for you too, Seokmin."
"but..!!"
"...I don't really want to have to use 'that method' again."
"... Yes, I will follow my father's will..."
Seokmin immediately grasped what "method" Park Taesan was talking about, and trembled with fear. A single misspoken remark could have sent a searing ache through his body. Taesan's disciplinary methods, already traumatizing, were so harsh. As he lowered his head, Mingyu's eyes gleamed dangerously.
* * *
Taesan called Hansol. It had been a week since Seungcheol had come and caused a ruckus.
"I have to kill that vice president..."
"yes?"
"Isn't there anything I can do? I dare to climb up..."
"...I'll find out."
* * *
"If you're the chairman, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to become the prosecutor general?"
The one who spoke confidently in front of Taesan was Lee Chan, a prosecutor who had been handling the company's menial tasks. He had used his experience assisting the chairman as an excuse to request the position of Chief Prosecutor. "How much have I done for you?"
"Chairman, what would you do if I suddenly revealed everything?"
Taesan let out a bitter laugh. So,
"What do you want?"
“Didn’t I tell you before? I want the position of Chief Prosecutor.”
Tsk, that kid's ambitions are growing... Taesan muttered so Chan couldn't hear, then said he understood and sent Chan away.
"Why should I help someone who can't even get to a high position on his own?"
Just then, a letter arrived. The envelope Hansol brought had no address or sender's name.
"Is this really the letter that was sent to me?"
"Yes... the chairman's name is written on it."
The chairman's expression hardened as he opened the letter.
"....what kind of inconsiderate person would do something like this"
The contents of the letter were as follows:
As you did to me,
I too will tear your soul to pieces one day
I'm looking forward to it.
I hope you sleep in misery until that day.
-Park Jun-gi-
Hansol's face lit up with surprise as he saw the letter he had thrown nervously.
"Mr. Chairman..."
"Leave it alone. It must be a prank to shake things up."
* * *
"Mr. Yoon Jeong-bin has passed away."
Taesan nodded nonchalantly at Wonwoo's words and said, "It's okay."
"You were hoping for that anyway and neglected it, right?"
"To Jeonghan-gun..."
"Don't tell him. If he found out his mother was dead, he'd throw everything away, including his work."
".. yes"
After Wonwoo left the room with his head bowed, the person he turned to was Mingyu. In their desolate home, after Junki's death, Wonwoo had taken on the role of Mingyu's guardian. Mingyu, who hadn't opened his heart to anyone for ten years, finally opened his heart to Wonwoo and fell in love with him only five years ago, when he was fifteen. As soon as he entered Mingyu's room, he was embraced by Wonwoo, his face bright and cheerful.
"Wonwoo hyung,"
"Did you get any sleep last night? How many sleeping pills did you take?"
"2 pills? I think I slept well."
"It's gotten a lot smaller than before."
Yeah, that's so good. I looked up at Wonwoo, who was stroking the hair rubbing against his chest, and his eyes widened as he looked up at me.
"Hey, can you stay with me today? It's been a while since you came..."
"Then I'll stay by your side until you fall asleep today."
Really? Wonwoo's face flushed with embarrassment as he saw Mingyu, who opened his eyes wide in surprise and kissed him, grinning.
"..! What if someone sees..."
"It's okay, no one comes in without my permission!"
Wonwoo, who couldn't bear to turn down the brightly smiling Mingyu, ended up falling into his arms.
"I love you, hyung"
"... me too"
With those words, the two shared a deep kiss.
* * *
(Wonwoo's point of view)
All this time, I thought he was sleepwalking. But the person I see now isn't Min-gyu... it's Park Jun-gi.
He looked like Min-gyu, but inside he was nothing like that.
"Oh, our doctor... was that you? Long time no see."
"How you"
"Well, please take good care of our Min-gyu in the future."
"Min-gyu can't even remember your name..."
In an instant, Park Jun-ki, disguised as Park Min-gyu, approached me. He covered my mouth with his hand and said,
"So, I guess we should keep it a secret even more? Even so, I know everything that happens to Min-gyu."
"Ah- you're my son's lover too"
After saying that, I grabbed Park Jun-ki, no, Min-gyu, who collapsed. The mental disorder that had developed a few years ago, dissociative identity disorder? And the other personality was Park Jun-ki... I was in trouble. I moved Min-gyu to the bed, quietly closed the door, and left. I bit my lip, wondering if I should tell the chairman. Then, I just went back to my room.
* * *
(Author's perspective)
Sunyoung, who had taken money and covered up Junki's death 15 years ago, returned to Taesan. She was an unwelcome guest.
"It's been a while-"
"....What's going on?"
Sunyoung smiled and sat down in the chair across from the chairman.
"I need some money."
"...Haven't you been giving me money consistently since 15 years ago?"
"I need urgent money, but they said I can't get a loan. So... what should I do? Let me tell you about my eldest son's suicide."
"...I see,"
"I should have killed him after all." Taesan muttered so Sunyoung couldn't hear, then took an envelope from his bosom and handed it to him.
"Let's be satisfied with this for now."
"See you next time"
After checking the amount, Sunyoung stood up from her seat.
* * *
The letters from Jun-ki, with the same content, kept bothering him. Tae-san decided to hire a detective to track him down. The person he hired was Lee Ji-hoon, a famous private investigator.
"You keep getting letters like this?"
"Yeah, is there anything you can find out?"
"Well, fingerprints and such aren't even detectable... I'll give it a try."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
After Ji-hoon left, the chairman's face became filled with worry. "What kind of guy is he? What kind of bastard is he?" Tae-san pondered this for a while, before his grandson, Min-gyu, appeared before him.
"grandfather"
Min-gyu placed the tea he had brought in front of Tae-san. Tae-san asked as he sipped the tea.
"Yeah, what's going on?"
"I'm having a party soon."
"Yeah, but what happened to you..."
At that moment, Min-gyu's eyes turned cold.
"father."
"What are you talking about, Park Min-gyu? Are you talking about your father? If that's the case..."
"You don't even recognize your own son... You're so old."
"What the heck, no way..."
"Yes, Father, my eldest son... Jun-ki. He committed suicide 15 years ago."
Taesan put down his empty teacup with a loud noise and shouted.
"What are you talking about!! You said you had mental illness, but I guess you're crazy after all."
"Do you know what's in that teacup?"
"What? How dare you..."
Taesan, unable to continue speaking, collapsed. In fact, the tea contained anesthetic. Unaware of this, Taesan glared at Min-gyu—no, Jun-gi—while slowly closing his eyes. Jun-gi, confirming Taesan was completely asleep, took out a candle and lighter from his desk in his office. Just as Taesan had done to him, with one difference: Jun-gi began dripping wax onto his face, one drop at a time.
"Yes, Father. Why did you do that to Seokmin and me?"
He didn't stop until the chairman's mouth and nose were completely covered, suffocating him, and his face was completely covered in candle wax. Jun-ki, as if he'd finished his work, leisurely stood up to leave when he saw the party invitation on Tae-san's desk and smiled.
"Should I use this invitation?"
Jun-ki, who had searched the chairman's computer to find the addresses of the targets of his revenge and sent out invitations to all of them, laughed eerily.
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It's been so long.. It became longer than I thought, so I split it into two parts..!!
) Oh, I'm planning to bring the level of the Gyeomshu soon... Is that okay?