Note: This chapter contains mature content, including profanity. Reader’s discretion is highly advised.  

Mayhem

Chapter 6

It was a rough day for Tae-sung. And so with Da-won. Some debtors ran away, leaving them with nothing but an empty house. Then another family sent their omega daughters and sons to a remote place away from Gangnam. 

Thwack!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Smashed!

Slammed!

A clatter hits the surface of a glass coffee table.

Shattered.

Secretary Choi came to visit Tae-sung in his office. And the place was in a mess. Da-won's underlings' faces were wrecked with broken arms and broken teeth as they were knocked down on the cemented floors. 

Da-won, who looked fine, was watching and hiding his fear from Tae-sung’s madness. Secretary Choi fixed his crooked tie. 

“Sir, I came to pick you up,” said Secretary Choi. His temples sweated. 

“And fucking, go where?!” Tae-sung exclaimed. He looked irritable. Covered with blood on his knuckles and face. And blood sprinkled on his crinkled sky blue long-sleeved polo shirt.

Secretary Choi, poker face, said, “It looks to me that you’ll be in a rut soon.” He added, “But your father wanted to see you?” 

“My father?” Tae-sung said with a stunned look. Then peals of laughter came out from his hateful mouth. “My fucking father…want to see me?!” He pointed at himself like a lunatic and laughed again. “You must be joking, Secretary Choi. My father would never call for his bastard son.” Yet Secretary Choi looked serious. 

Tae-sung scratched the back of his head, “Fuck. Fine,” he added, “I’ll get change.” 

“Take your time, Sir,” said Secretary Choi, and he glanced at Da-won. “Please take your inhibitors before you meet your father.” 

“Tsk.” Tae-sung slammed the door behind him. 

Da-won looked back at Secretary Choi and said, “What the fuck do you want?” in an irate tone. 

“What about the boy he brought into his villa?” Secretary Choi wondered as they stood side by side. 

“How the hell do I know?” Da-won said. He looked annoyed and crossed his arms. He sneered. “Tsk. The boy is fine. The boss will not touch the kid until he turns 18.” He scratched his left face. He took his pack of cigarettes out from his chest pocket. Lit it. He added, “That has been his preference. Naive and fresh.”  He blew a steady stream of smoke from his dried, thick lips. 

Secretary Choi looked reserved. Tae-sung came out in a new suit and looked presentable. His pheromones were stable. But it was noticeable. He didn’t feel good at all. 

“Da-won, go to the villa and stay there until I return.” His tone sounded irked. 

“Roger, Boss,” Da-won said. He blew his smoke again. And pressed the lit end against the cheeks of his underling's ruined, bloody face on the forehead. 

They left, leaving the shambles in place. 

Inside the car, Tae-sung's chest tightened. He felt unsettled. He frowned as he crossed his arms. 

“Are you all right, Sir?” Secretary Choi looked at the rearview mirror. 

Tae-sung loosened his tie and opened the side window to breathe. 

“Do you want another shot of inhibitor?” 

But Tae-sung's eyes looked furious as he narrowed his brow without replying to Secretary Choi's nonchalant expression. 

When they arrived at the Chairman’s house, Tae-sung felt edgy. He gulped. Secretary Choi knocked on the door as they entered. 

“You’re here,” Chairman Lee said as he gazed at the bustling city of Gangnam through his wide window on the 30th floor. He turned around and approached them. His intimidating pheromones weakened Tae-sung’s ego. But when he was about to greet his father, a harsh slap welcomed him across his face. His eyes grew wide with a busted lower lip. 

“How long do you intend to cause me trouble?!” Chairman Lee said sternly. “I took you away from your alcoholic mother, and this is how you’re going to repay me?!” He glared. 

“Your fucking... unbelievable,” Tae-sung mumbled as he touched his face. His eyes looked fierce. His father grabbed him by the collar, pulled him up and yelled. “What the hell did you say?! Did you just... curse me?!” 

Tae-sung scoffed. “Why? Do you think I will bow and praise you? Just because you give your fucking sperm to my mother?” His spiteful striking stare. He added, “Don’t make me laugh.” 

Chairman Lee scowled at him. His hands were trembling. 

Tae-sung looked manic. He tilted his head to the right and said, “Go on, beat me more, like you always did.” His sarcastic tone made his father even angrier.

Charmain Lee pushed him away. His back landed on the floor. Tae-sung got up and fixed his tie like he was used to it, since his father treated him like a nobody.

“If you wanted this family to acknowledge you, stop being a pest. And close that goddamn Dark Club of yours.” Chairman Lee sounded strict. 

“I can’t do that,” said Tae-sung firmly. "Didn’t you recall that some board members despised you?” He continued, “The Dark Club was your only way to get information about their dirty little secrets.” He smirked. “Have you forgotten about that? Or… were you too old to remember?”

Chairman Lee's blood boiled. He threw the ashtray toward Tae-sung. He dodged his head to the right. It slammed into the wooden wall. And clang on the floor. 

“How dare you talk to me like that?!” Chairman Lee exclaimed. “I am still your father! Without my money, you are nothing!” He snarled at Tae-sung. “I know about your filthy dark side hustle.  

And that impaired recessive omega you kept at your villa?! Hmp!” 

Tae-sung's eyes widened. He knew Secretary Choi might have told his father about what he had been doing. But it sounded more like a threat to him. 

He furrowed his brow. His burning grudge against his father made him vexed and backfired at his father's taunting threats. “Dare touch what is mine and I would not hesitate to reveal what kind of dog shit you are… father.” His gaze was fierce. 

Chairman Lee didn't budge and sensed his son’s menacing intentions. He’s like me―a madman. But Joon-Ho was more capable of taking over the XY company. 

“So you’re going against me now?!” Chairman Lee shouted. “If that is... what it is, I will,” Tae-sung daunted him. “If you plan to kill me, it’ll be out in seconds.” With his unnerving smile. “So think twice before you threaten me again... father.” 

Chairman Lee was unfazed. “Very well, I’ll recognize you as my son if you convince Joon-Ho to come home.” 

The fuck― Tae-sung gritted his teeth and said, “He’s not my responsibility! Why do I have to babysit someone who already wishes to die?!” 

“Shut up! And goddamn listen, Tae-sung,” the Chairman bellowed. Tae-sung looked astounded, tongue-tied. “Those scumbags will sell their shares to our biggest competitor. If you don't bring your brother back here." His father added, "I don't fucking care if you dare threatened me with your bullshit."  

“Then why don’t you do that yourself?” said Tae-sung as he wrinkled his brow and clenched his right fist. Silence with a heavy air filled the room, and Chairman Lee said, “Joon-Ho had changed after Han Na-ri died.” Tae-sung looked speechless. 

“It’s even more difficult to convince him. With his current condition,” Chairman Lee's unwavering stare shook Tae-sung’s conscience. “Take your time to convince him. I will not intervene in your private life either, just... send Joon-Ho back here.” 

“Fine,” Tae-sung said. He turned around and walked away from his father's sight. He slammed the door. He walked in the corridor. Joon-Ho, Joon-Ho, Joon-Ho! He smacked his right arm on the sturdy wall to his right. He looked so mad. 

Fuck! That’s all he cares about. His only fucking heir. His eyes glistened in fury.

While inside the chairman’s office, he asked Secretary Choi, “Do you think Tae-sung could bring my son back?” 

“Lee Tae-sung is also your son, Chairman Lee,” said Secretary Choi. “The last time I’ve seen those two from a distance was when Lee Joon-Ho’s engagement. And the way I saw it, Lee Joon-Ho didn’t hate his half-brother at all.” He added, “Let’s hope for that, Chairman Lee.” 

Chairman Lee cleared his throat. He pondered on his two sons’ broken lives. 

Tae-sung came back to the villa with a glowering face. Da-won looked surprised to see him in rage. 

“Where’s Do-yoon?” He removed his tie.

“He’s sleeping,” Da-won said, but he felt something was off about Tae-sung. 

He went halfway up the stairs and looked back at Da-won. He said, “Call the Dark Club and tell them to prepare the Red Room, and I’ll be there in 2 hours.” He looked livid. 

Da-won's eyes widened. The fuck. Is he bringing that boy now? He’s not even 18. Fuck, boss, what kind of a mess are you planning to do this time?

"Agh," He mumbled as he massaged his nape. “Ya! Beon, call the Dark Club. Tell them that Boss Lee will be using the Red Room in 2 hours,” He felt troubled. “Make sure their holes are loose enough. And call his friends to be there as well.” 

The guard nodded and went out to make a call. 

Tae-sung kicked the door. Do-yoon startled from his sleep. His eyes grew shocked to see Tae-sung's incensed face. 

“T-Tae-sung?” He said softly. 

Tae-sung approached in haste and grabbed his left arm. He pulled him out of bed. Do-yoon stumbled and felt hurt. “Ah, Ah,” Do-yoon twitched his brow from the grip of his right hand. Yet he kept pulling him out of his room. Without a word. Until they reached the stairs. 

Do-yoon looked scared. He saw Da-won’s bothered face. He felt anxious as his heart palpitated. 

“Hey, Boss, are you sure about this?” Da-won tried to stop Tae-sung, “He’s not even 18 yet.”

“Shut the fuck up! Da-won!” Tae-sung shouted in rage. His rut was making him more uncomfortable.  

Do-yoon trembled in fear as he said, “P-please, p-please, T-tae-sung…nim.” He tried to remove his left arm. But Tae-sung got more irritated and slapped him across the face. Do-yoon fell sideways with his eyes wide open. His tears dropped on the marbled floor as he shivered from his furious gaze.

“Pick him up, and get him inside the car,” Tae-sung’s tone sounded deranged. 

Da-won approached Do-yoon. He said, “Come on, Do-yoon, let me help you.” He helped him get up. But Do-yoon looked frightened. He asked, “Where… w-where are we going?” He stuttered. He didn’t want to leave. “If you don't follow what he says, he's going to hurt you even more,” Da-won tried to explain. “So, get up.” 

Do-yoon wore a plain white shirt, linen shorts and house slippers. He got in the car. He was not blindfolded this time. Yet, his body was shaking. He glanced at Tae-sung's furrowed face. He wanted to say something, but was too afraid to open his mouth. He didn’t want to get punished.

When they arrived at the Dark Club, Tae-sung pulled him out of the car. Do-yoon looked hurt as they went inside the club. No one was in the reception area. And in Do-yoon’s eyes, it was too dim to see. The lights were dark red, and music sounded like cymbals clashing in his ears. 

The Red Room door was opened, and Tae-sung pushed him inside. It was too dark to see. 

Until a slender left hand grabbed him behind, and let him face onto the pitch-black surface. 

“Watch and learn, Do-yoon ssi,” Tae-sung grimaced. He turned on the green button of the remote control. He was naked behind Do-yoon. He tightened his left arm around his waist. 

In there… a shocking lecherous act appeared in a one-way mirror that widened Do-yoon’s eyes. A group of female and male omegas and alphas indulging themselves with pain and pleasure. Between the dominant and submissive roleplay of euphoria. 

Their pheromones were like rainbows, scattered like smoke. The alphas moved their hips from slow to fast motion. Their moans resonated like wild beasts in heat, and they were craving for more. The omega's whimpered melodies from the plunge and ram of the alpha’s phallus. The painful and satisfying thirst of lust. Filled their holes with cream. But in Do-yoon's eyes, they were harrowing dreams. 

He looked terrified. His tears dripped down his pale cheeks. He looked away to the left. But Tae-sung grabbed his chin and forced him to watch something he didn't want to see. 

“Fuck!” Tae-sung exclaimed. The inhibitors he injected weren’t effective enough. It kept him sullen. “Don’t fucking look away, Do-yoon,” he shouted. “Watch how those omegas loosen their holes for their alphas.”  

They were standing, and Tae-sung switched on a dim light. He let go of Do-yoon. He was crying. He leaned his back against the one-way mirror. Feeling the sound wave of banging on the walls felt like a nightmare to him. He clasped his hands onto his linen shorts.

Tae-sung released his pheromones. His eyes turned molten red. But Do-yoon didn’t react.

“Tae-sung,” Do-yoon pleaded. “I w-want to g-go h-home.” But Tae-sung's fierce gaze said, “Now, strip.” Do-yoon shook his head. He didn’t want to. He shifted his gaze to the mirror. And to him, what he was looking at was…. not love. 

He looked at Tae-sung's angry face.  “I SAID, STRIP!” Tae-sung grabbed his neck and squeezed it very tightly. Do-yoon groaned. Tae-sung pushed him against the wall mirror. 

“For fuck sake! Take off your fucking clothes and spread your fucking legs to me!” Tae-sung was losing his mind. But Do-yoon was not responding. The impact on his head caused him to pass out with a bleeding nose.

“Do-yoon ssi?” Tae-sung's tone was stern. Yet he wondered why Do-yoon was too quiet. He let go. 

Do-yoon fell sideways on the floor. 

He switched on the lights, and his eyes widened in shock. Do-yoon was unconscious while his tears slid down his sad face. 

Shit! What did I do?