My Dad Is Too Strong

Sinsa-dong, Gangnam-gu, Seoul.

Kwon Hyuk-soo, who got off at exit 8 of Sinsa Station, reaffirmed the location map sent to his smartphone.

As I stretched out the Garosu-gil, I noticed a four-story building decorated quite splendidly.

Confirming the luxurious sign that read "Silla," Kwon gulped down.

"Here you are, Mr. Dojun."

"It's bigger than I thought. By the way, is the chief really not coming?"

Shilla in Sinsa-dong, Gangnam-gu, was a room salon where celebrities, hunters, and chaebol children usually come to "make some money," but Kang Chul-soo sent only two people, Do-joon and Kwon Hyuk-soo, saying that if a man like him goes to such a place, it would ruin the atmosphere for no reason.

"I'm sure you wanted to come. When will civil servants come to all these places? Besides, it's not a bribe, but a friend buys it with pure intentions."

"Pure intentions,········"

Dojun muttered with a meaningful expression.

As soon as Kwon Hyuk-soo stepped on the red carpet at the entrance of the building, the automatic door opened.

The interior was well decorated.

A wall and floor made of marble.

And pots and paintings everywhere.

"Nobody, sir."

"······아. I guess we have to go underground."

If I walked a little further, I could see the stairs going down.

I could find a long stretch of lobby.

a subtle pink light

Rooms that look like dozens.

The men, who appeared to be waiters, were busily carrying food and drinks and food.

"Are you looking for anyone?"

A beautiful woman in her mid-30s, wearing a red dress with a hollow breast, approached and said. The electrifying part was enough to catch Kwon's eye.

The woman skimmed over Dojun and Kwon Hyuk-soo's clothes.

A suit in the low price range and shoes in the low price range.

And a pretty old briefcase.

"I, ······. Are you here, Mr. Choi Young Hoon?"

"Oh! You're with Choi Young-hoon. Follow me. I'll show you around."

Walk along a long hallway with a woman.

Then a waiter was seen entering the room full of hwachae and spirits.

The inside view of the room over the waiter's shoulder was quite shocking.

Seven people were lying face down on the table, and there was a man screaming at them.

"·········."

scenes that would only be seen in a drama

Kwon Hyuk-soo, who was watching with his mouth wide open, jerked and turned his head when he made eye contact with the man.

I finished my journey.

After a while.

Turn the corner and stop in front of the first visible room.

The woman who guided Do-joon and Kwon Hyuk-soo opens the door with a smile.

"·········."

"Then have a good time."

The woman bowed her head and went back.

Do-joon and Kwon Hyuk-soo entered the room.

Four men and four women.

There were bottles on the table that looked expensive.

The ashtray was piled with cigarette butts.

"Cough. Cough."

Kwon Hyuk-soo shook his hand with a cough in the thick cigarette smoke.

"Oh. Hyuk-soo. How come you're so late?"

A young man in his early 30s waved gladly.

Next to the man was a woman in her early 20s wearing a see-through blouse, almost half naked.

"Uh,·,·,··. Younghoon. Ha, ha. Sorry. I should have taken a taxi."

"The person next to you is your junior, isn't he?""

"Yes. Mr. Lee Do-joon. We've been working together for over a year."

Choi Young-hoon, a man, smiled.

And said, beckoning Kwon Hyuk-soo and Do-joon.

"Sit here beside me. Hey, you guys. Step aside, please. Officials are leaving."

"·········하하."

Kwon Hyuk-soo smiled awkwardly.

The men, who were opening their seats to Choi Young-hoon's words, kicked and laughed and pulled their bodies inward.

It was obviously a mockery.

"Come on. Have a drink first."

Pour the brew to Kwon Hyuk-soo who sat down.

And I also recommend Do-jun to drink while watching the scene.

"Take a drink there."

"Thank you."

Choi Young-hoon raised his glass.

"Ta-da."

Three glasses of wine bumped into each other.

After Kwon Hyuk-soo took a one-shot at the brew, he licked his tongue.

I couldn't adjust well to the much higher alcohol content than soju, which I usually drank.

"How long has it been? Has it been 11 years? Hyuksoo, you've been out of touch since you went up to Seoul, right? How've you been doing? How's your job?"

Choi Young-hoon took a cigarette in his mouth.

The woman next to me took out a Dupont lighter and lit it up.

Choi Young-hoon sucks up the filter as if it's obvious.

"Whoo."

" "··응응응응응. They're all good people, and their work is worth it. Younghoon, what about you? You said you were a Class B hunter. Suck it. You succeeded. We come all the way here."

a smirk

"No. Well, this is normal. Well, you're a salary man. That's too much."

"Ha ha, dude. What do you mean by a civil servant's salary?"

"What can I tell the guy who came by public transportation to save money on taxi fare? Oh, by the way, I didn't introduce anyone else. From this side, Kim Kwang-soo, Park Min-joon, and Han Min-jae. They're all B-level hunters from our guild. They're great people. I've had a hard time bringing them."

Kwon Hyuk-soo bowed slightly.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kwon Hyuk-soo, a crack management officer at Seoul City Hall. It's an honor to meet you like this. I look forward to your kind cooperation."

"Hey, don't be so nice to meet you. We'll take good care of you. They work in the country."

Choi Young-hoon smiled as he brushed Kwon Hyuk-soo's collar off.

"Go, thank you."

"What between us?"

"Oh, he, he, ·, ···. Speaking of contracts, do you want to come up to City Hall sometime? My chief wants to see you, too. I'll learn how to look and greet you."

then

Hunters who were watching turned their heads, holding back their laughter.

Dojun looks over them once.

I smoothed my lips.

'Look at these.'

Dojun was known from the time he came into the room.

Choi Young-hoon and his fellow hunters.

I didn't mean to sign a contract from the beginning.

Although the annual salary of 300 million won was not a small amount, considering the statistics that a B-hunter's annual income averaged 4.7 billion won, there would have been no reason to enter the contract hunter.

Especially if you're such a luxurious person.

In fact, Kwon Hyuk-soo was feeling little by little.

Choi Young-hoon seems to have called himself just to play with it and to make it a drinking snack.

Even though it's obvious.

Kwon Hyuk-soo was trying hard to deny in his mind.

I thought I'd be too miserable to admit it.

"Hyuk-soo."

"Huh?"

"Let's sign a contract. I'll go to City Hall tomorrow right away."

In the words of Choi Young-hoon.

Kwon Hyuk-soo's expression, which was smiling hard, brightened up.

"Gee, are you serious?"

"Uh. Instead, ·····"

Choi poured liquor into Kwon's glass.

And take a deep sip of the cigarette you were smoking.

"Whoo."

Put cigarette butts in Kwon Hyuk-soo's glass.

dental floss

"If you drink this."

"·········어?"

Fresh.

Choi Young-hoon took out a new cigarette and bit it.

Hunters who were watching burst into laughter as if they could not stand it anymore.

"Younghoon, isn't that too much?"

"Where's his personality going? You guys were close in high school. Be a little gentle."

"You're going to cry, Master Chief. 큭큭."

Kwon Hyuk-soo, who grasps the knees of his pants tightly.

Dojun saw Kwon Hyuk-soo's hand shaking.

"What are you doing, Hyuk-soo? If you drink it, I'll go to the city hall tomorrow and stamp it."

a burst of laughter

"You guys are so mean. Are you really crying?"

The woman who lit Choi's cigarette said with a smile.

Then Kwon Hyuk-soo rose quietly from his seat.

" 씨 씨 씨 씨 씨 씨 씨 씨 씨 씨. Let's get up."

Kwon Hyuk-soo's shoulders are drooping.

With his head down.

I bit my lips.

Dojun hated the look.

Always relaxed, reliable shoulders.

It looked so dwarfed now.

He was my best friend in high school.

After seeing the announcement, you said you'd be glad to come to my place.

It reminds me of Kwon Hyuk-soo who was happy.

Dojun knew.

Even if he follows Kwon outside, nothing will change much in his life.

But what about Kwon Hyuk-soo?

'If you go out now, ·········· It collapses.'

The self-esteem that I've built up.

It will disappear like a haze in a moment.

Dojun took out his smartphone and texted somewhere.

And that answer takes less than 10 seconds.

It came right away.

"Senior."

"·········."

"I don't think I need to sign a contract with these scumbags."

Everyone was surprised.

a mere public servant

To Class B hunters.

" "···뭐뭐뭐뭐??"

Choi Young-hoon's impression was horribly distorted.

Kwon Hyuk-soo also looked at Dojun as if he was crazy.

"Han Min-ji Hunter you mentioned the other day. They're signing a contract."

" "··예예예예?"

Kwon Hyuk-soo looks at what he's saying.

"You said you wanted to write a contract. They're coming right over here. He's around here."

In Dojun's words.

Hunters laughed as if dumbfounded.

"You're making a scene. You idiot."

"S-class Hunter's signing you guys?"

Dojun smiles.

I nodded.

"Yes. They say so."

"Do, Mr. Dojun. 그건 무슨······."

"You told me last time. I could sign a contract with Han Min-ji."

It was then.

with a burst of doors

"I'm sorry. I'm late, right?"

There was a silence.

Entering the room.

a woman in her early twenties

"Ha, Han Min-ji, ·····"

Choi Young-hoon dropped the cigarette he was holding.

Han Min-ji, who was looking inside the room, frowned.

Dojun said.

"Kwon Hyuk-soo. How did you get a contract with Han Min-ji Hunter? As expected, he is the senior that I respect."

Han Min-ji, who listened to Do-jun, was absent for a while.

He smiled with a smile.

"What, were you going to sign a contract with these guys without me? I'm disappointed, Officer Kwon Hyuk-soo."

" "··예예예예? No."

Kwon Hyuk-soo looks at Do-jun.

Dojun smiled and took out a thick leg bag from the briefcase and gave it to Kwon Hyuk-soo.

Pushed him on the back.

"Let's sign a contract before Han Min-ji changes her mind. Oh, Americano for me, please. I'll be right behind you."

Kwon Hyuk-soo alternates between Dojun and Han Min-ji.

with a puzzled look on his face

"Come on, officer in charge. No, you didn't check the text. That's why I replied to Lee Do-joon's cell phone. There's a nice cafe next to me, so let's go there."

Kwon Hyuk-soo is led out by Han Min-ji.

And the door closed.

Dojun sighed and sat on the sofa.

And on the table.

I poured it into the ashtray with a glass of Kwon Hyuk-soo's glass.

"Younghoon."

At Do-joon's call, Choi Young-hoon turns his head.

"Drink this and I'll forgive you."