Even while responding to her light joke, she laughed as if she were enjoying it. It was a laughter like the sunlight of this morning. Taejun wanted to linger in this moment.

After finishing breakfast at Soeun’s house, the two of them left early.
After dropping Soeun off at the company first and returning home to change clothes before going to work, Taejun didn’t head straight to the office. Instead, he went back to the counselor. Yesterday, he had requested additional investigation regarding Yang Hee-wook’s family. He wanted to know why Han Soeun had to step forward for organ donation, despite Kim Mal-hee having a family. It was something he could easily guess, but he still needed to grasp the details.

Thus, Taejun received the preliminary investigation report on Yang Hee-wook’s family. Although they had undergone health check-ups, confirming the well-being of Kim Mal-hee’s husband Yang Gyu-chil, son Yang Hee-wook, and daughter Yang Hee-jin, they had not stepped forward to donate organs to Kim Mal-hee. Moreover, Yang Hee-jin, Yang Hee-wook’s older sister, had the same blood type as Kim Mal-hee.

A family united by greed placed one helpless woman on the operating table.

Should he just kill these people? Kill them and think later?

It was the first time he felt the urge to kill.

Taejun, who had commuted to work with a somewhat complicated feeling, was greeted by Manager Song Mungyeong.

“Director, you’re here. Is your body okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Did anything happen?”

“I’ll report to you right away.”

“Yes.”

“Also, Han Soeun, the team leader, asked me. If you can join the TF team dinner today.”

Taejun, who was about to enter his office, stopped and nodded at the mention of Han Soeun’s name. Even though they had been together all morning, he had forgotten about the dinner invitation.

Did she notice my heavy expression?

“Would the manager like to join too?”

After a moment of thought, Taejun suggested to Mungyeong. Since they were both benefiting from the TF team’s work, it would be good to spend time together.

“Yes. I’ll do that.”

“Do you have anything you want to eat?”

“I eat anything well, and I heard Park Bo-bae likes beef.”

At Mungyeong’s response, Taejun imagined Soeun eating meat. But he couldn’t draw a smile on his face.

“I’ll drink alcohol too.”

“…”

“Should we just substitute it for lunch?”

Ah, a considerate young man. Somehow, it felt artificially affectionate, as if an AI etiquette guide was installed in his head, but he was still commendable. Pregnant Mungyeong, who had misunderstood happily, smiled with a pleased expression.

“It’s okay. And it seemed like Park Bo-bae was looking forward to the dinner. Even if the director changes it to a lunch gathering, the three of us will probably have separate time this evening.”

“Is that so? Then there’s no need to change it.”

Taejun changed his mind based on Mungyeong’s opinion. He couldn’t leave them to have dinner without him.

Of course, Taejun had not overlooked Mungyeong’s thoughts, but his feelings for Soeun were always his top priority.

Politely answering and changing his step, but when he took a step back, an overwhelming anger surged.

At the woman who supposedly liked alcohol so much.

Frustrated by the inability to feed her what she liked, he clenched his fist tightly and turned away.
It seems that even killing them wouldn’t bring satisfaction.

Unfiltered words slipped out without much consideration.

“What should you do if you want to kill someone?”

Pregnant Manager Moonkyung, who was enjoying the sight of this warm young man with a smile, was taken aback by his sudden question.

Is he really asking that as a question? Did the AI etiquette guide malfunction?

‘Indeed, these days, the younger generation is uncontrollable.’

It was a new side of the young man, who had been thought of as correct and polite. It was a bit disappointing.

I don’t know whom he hates so much, but if you really want to kill, wouldn’t it be better to just do it without asking me? Quietly killing someone is easier, isn’t it?

‘No, no.’

I don’t know whom he hates so much, but if he really had thoughts of killing, he wouldn’t have said such things.

Moonkyung delayed her response and closely observed Taejun’s expression.

Although there was a sense of anger and killing, it was a look trying to restrain his personality. Somehow, it felt like a request to stop him. It seemed like she confirmed the real Kim Taejun hidden behind the fabricated personality.

I wonder how frustrated he must be to say something like this.

Without saying anything, Moonkyung stared at him for a while, and soon Taejun’s gaze dropped.

“……I’m sorry. I said something I shouldn’t have in front of a baby about to be born. Forget it.”

“Anyone might say such things. Don’t cross that river, sir.”

As Taejun tried to turn away again, Moonkyung spoke. Taejun’s steps stopped again.

“Anyone might say such things, so may I selfishly say something a bit more self-centered?”

“……”

“Sir, don’t stain your hands with blood.”

Moonkyung, who had inadvertently given advice to the young man who had learned anger and hatred, spoke like an adult. Although she hadn’t heard the extension, she felt like she was giving guidance on how to protect oneself in this ruthless world that was like a constant war. She felt fortunate that he relied on her.

“And one more thing. When you can’t stand it because you want to beat someone up, the best way is to let them hit you a few times first.”

“……”

“Hold it in until then, and then one precise punch. Do you understand the feeling?”

Feelings are revealed through anger.

The man, who was always close but somehow felt distant, who always seemed strangely vague and ambiguous, began to show his true colors.

Moonkyung thought it wasn’t a bad thing.

In Taejun’s sinking pupils, a subtle tremor began.

Taejun smiled fairly satisfied.

Actually, the issue wasn’t whether to kill or not. It was about how to kill.

Anyway, the sincere advice from life senior Moonkyung seemed helpful.