Don’t Mess with the Puppy!

Yoon Chi-young woke up earlier than usual.
Normally, during the time when pheromones intensify, he would take strong medicine and sleep more deeply than usual. This was strange.

Upon waking, Yoon Chi-young instinctively reached out beside him. But the puppy, who should have been softly held in his hand, was not there. He sat up halfway in confusion. Because the puppy was so small, even on the bed it took some time to find him.
“…Puppy?”
Yoon Chi-young stood up with a stern expression. Just in case, he looked around, sharply revealing his black wolf ears, and focused on his sense of smell.

But he couldn’t figure out where the puppy was. The scent of the puppy lingered throughout the house, making it rather difficult to find him by smell.
As if he had just opened his sleepy eyes, Yoon Chi-young’s gaze sharpened as he got up from his place.
He began looking around the house. Normally, wolves do not show emotions much through their tails, but his black wolf tail sticking out below his waist twitched with a bad feeling.

‘There’s no way Kyeon Hee-sung would leave my side easily.’
Yoon Chi-young knew the puppy had been anxious today after hearing the howling of his own kind. However, he did not believe Kyeon Hee-sung would leave his side easily, so he trusted him and fell asleep. He had already noticed the puppy’s affectionate and sensitive personality.
Because of that, Yoon Chi-young deliberately showed even his weak side to draw the puppy’s sympathy. He didn’t hide how painful the pheromones made him. Then the puppy would rest his small face against his cheek and stay close in his arms. It was so cute that he deliberately treated him gently. He believed the puppy had grown attached enough not to leave easily.

And now, he thought the puppy relied on him a lot.
Naturally, he thought Kyeon Hee-sung wouldn’t want to return to the filthy gambling den. But the puppy had disappeared.
“Hah.”

As if he had just anxiously looked for the puppy, Yoon Chi-young’s gray eyes shone coldly, and he roughly swept back his hair. Veins had already bulged on his forehead, and his breath grew deep.
Park Geon-tae.
How did that stupid Doberman think of this?

There really was no sign of the puppy anywhere in the house. The only thing Yoon Chi-young found was a small bloodstain of Hee-sung’s in the hallway in front of the home theater room.
With a stern face, Yoon Chi-young headed for the living room. His phone was gone, so he grabbed a tablet PC nearby. Sitting against the sofa, he turned it on to see the CCTV footage from the house’s parking lot cameras.
Rewinding the time, the puppy’s figure appeared faintly on the screen. It was pitiful to see him limping along carrying a bundle the size of his own body. It was December now, and the weather was very cold. He left with his wounded body. Yoon Chi-young frowned and stood up.

The place the puppy would head to was obvious anyway: the Kyeon clan’s gambling den. It was time to go there again after a while.
Hee-sung arrived at the gambling den and deliberately tried not to think about anything. Barefoot, he walked through the filthy busy streets and entered the gambling den through the back door used only by employees.
Hee-sung smelled the musty gambling den air and had only one thought:
Was there really no way for him and his brother to get out of here? But after this incident, the way out of the gambling den seemed even farther away.

“Hee-sung, is that you?”
When he entered the office, his brother put out a cigarette on the desk and stood up hurriedly. Park Geon-tae approached, looked at Hee-sung shivering from the cold, and draped an old jumper over his shoulders. The guards who had glared at Hee-sung like a traitor all backed off. Overcome with emotion, Hee-sung apologized, something he rarely did.
“…Sorry, hyung.”

“Yeah, you should be sorry. Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? You didn’t even contact me once? Huh…”
“……”
Hee-sung bit his lip hard and lowered his eyes. Normally, he never showed tears or weakness to others, but his eyes filled with tears at his brother’s words.

His brother didn’t ask anything further. Hee-sung felt thankful that this seemed to acknowledge his hardships.
“Drink up. It’s okay now, so relax your stomach.”
“…Okay.”

Park Geon-tae poured a glass for Hee-sung. Hee-sung wiped his eyes calmly and sat on the worn leather sofa. The creaking noise of the old sofa and the filthy floor beneath it were visible. Only then did Hee-sung fully realize he was back at the gambling den.
Park Geon-tae sat nearby. He quietly looked at Hee-sung with eyes that seemed to understand everything, then spoke softly.
“Hee-sung... you’ve had a hard time.”

“No, hyung. You’ve had it harder.”
Hee-sung truly felt sorry for his brother. Probably, the brother struggled a lot because Hee-sung disappeared. Since he had vanished from the wolf clan’s territory, it would have been hard to find him easily. He was thankful his brother called him with howling at least.
Park Geon-tae glanced at the clothes Hee-sung wore, which were noticeably too big, then asked quietly:

“Have you really been with Yoon Chi-young all this time?”
“…Yeah.”
“How did you end up staying with him...? Did that bastard threaten you for your body or something?”

“No, I was a puppy because of my injuries, and Yoon Chi-young... just treated me like a pet dog.”
At that, Park Geon-tae visibly relaxed.
“Good. Pet dog. That’s a relief…”

“……”
Hee-sung somehow wanted to correct the term “pet dog” but held back. There was no event to say their relationship was more than that. Really, Yoon Chi-young treated him only as a puppy and asked for nothing else.
So, strangely, he felt more comfortable by Yoon Chi-young’s side.

As soon as he thought that, Hee-sung shook his head sharply. Now that he was back by his brother, he shouldn’t entertain such foolish thoughts.
By the time Hee-sung emptied his glass, his brother spoke quietly.
“Then that means Yoon Chi-young just thought of you as a mere dog.”

“……”
“That’s fine, Hee-sung. You can just come back to the organization.”
Hee-sung wasn’t happy at all with his brother’s words.

For the past five years, Hee-sung had constantly told his brother he wanted to leave this place. Yet now his ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) brother said it was fine to come back. He’d rather have run away with him. He had saved money, and with that, he could have safely gotten out of the organization.
But that hope was shattered by Park Geon-tae’s next words.
“Hyung. Even now...”

“The hole caused by the missing stuff, you covered half of it with the money you saved. The rest, let’s start over, Hee-sung.”
Park Geon-tae swallowed the money from five years of Hee-sung’s salary and drug sales but didn’t say a word. He had already learned how to deceive Hee-sung with smooth talk from Kwon Ki-hyuk. And the cash and accounts Hee-sung had saved were easy targets for Park Geon-tae. It had been prepared long ago.
“…What?”

But not for Hee-sung.
He risked his life to return to his brother, but it was like a bolt from the blue. His judgment slowed from shock, and he stared at Park Geon-tae for a long time, trying to understand.
He’d poured all his money into it, and now they wanted half of it back?

What? While working as a lowly laborer down there?
Frozen blank, Hee-sung staggered and stood up. Whether it was from shock or pain in his thigh, he didn’t know. He stammered and asked his brother:
“Wh-why my money? Hyung, I’m... the victim.”

“Hee-sung...”
“We agreed to rent a place together with that money, hyung. Why?”
They had made that promise three years ago. Park Geon-tae surely remembered it.

But now Park Geon-tae only wanted to rent a house with the woman he loved.
“Why the hell?”
“Hee-sung... why are you shouting? Do you really think you’re the victim?”

“Then, what am I?”
Park Geon-tae, looking down on Hee-sung, sighed deeply. He looked at the smaller Hee-sung as if he were just a kid and darkened his expression.
“Don’t you think you brought this on yourself?”

“…What?”
“You lost the stuff, and I’m trying to solve it nicely. Why are you making a fuss?”
Park Geon-tae sat slouched on the sofa, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and asked. Hee-sung approached him unsteadily and glared.

“Fuck... hyung.”
Smack!
Hee-sung struck the lighter out of Park Geon-tae’s hand as he was about to light the cigarette.

“Talk to me first, properly.”
“Ah... this bastard’s temper.”
Park Geon-tae laughed in disbelief but didn’t mind. Hee-sung glared back, breathing roughly.

Hee-sung had worked day and night to save a considerable amount of cash. Though he got the least money in the organization, it was five whole years. Money earned while enduring all kinds of humiliation from customers.
But to find out he gave that money to the organization and was told to start from scratch... the tiny hope that sustained his sacrifices was shattered.
His brother patted Hee-sung’s shoulder, who was still stunned from shock, and said:

“Hee-sung, originally when you came back, you should have been killed right away. I managed to talk it over with the organization so it didn’t happen. If you’d just brought the stuff properly, this wouldn’t have happened.”
“That’s still being taken from me! Suddenly, unknown guys attacked me...”
Thud.

Hee-sung’s knee gave out while speaking.
It wasn’t because he was hopeless or because of the injury. Suddenly, his body lost strength, and standing was difficult. Seeing this, his brother didn’t ask if he was okay. He just looked at his watch and seemed relieved.
“Hyung, my... body...”

“The medicine is damn slow to work.”
Hee-sung’s eyes widened with a blank stare. He tried to lift his powerless head but instead collapsed sideways. He fell onto the filthy gambling den floor, trembling violently. He seemed to understand why his body wouldn’t obey.
The drink Park Geon-tae gave him earlier...

It definitely had drugs in it. Hee-sung glared at his brother like a fighting dog, eyes wide open. He looked like he might fall asleep any second, but he stubbornly kept his eyes open and tried to move himself. His fingers trembled, and only a pitiful question escaped his lips.
“…Why? Hyung... why...?”
“Fuck, Hee-sung. Do you know how much I’ve done for you?”

Park Geon-tae roughly dragged Hee-sung’s body while scolding him.
“I took you in when you were dying on the cold street, fed and raised you! Hee-sung, why can’t you give and take?”
Even hearing that, Hee-sung was unmoved. It was a familiar scolding he often heard when his brother was drunk. That was why Hee-sung worked hard to stay at the disgusting gambling den, despite hating it.

But from the next words, Hee-sung understood what Park Geon-tae really wanted.
“If a customer asks for a blowjob, you can give one, and if they want you to spread, you can spread! Do you know how many customers and how much sales you lost because of your temper?”
“…Ugh…”

“If you’d been more flexible, sales would’ve tripled, damn it.”
Only then did Hee-sung realize why his brother raised him.
At first, his brother took him in impulsively out of pity, then invested because of his decent looks.

‘He had already abandoned me a long time ago...’
Hee-sung, powerless, lay down and wept bitterly. He felt pathetic clinging to something pointless all this time. He had desperately clung to someone he alone considered family, fearing being abandoned again after once being abandoned by family.
Seeing Hee-sung’s pitiful tears, Park Geon-tae spoke bitterly.

“Sorry, Hee-sung... but if you’d done well, none of this would’ve happened.”
“……”
It would have been better if there had been no affection. The weak affection that had kept Hee-sung trapped in the filthy gambling den felt utterly disgusting. Though powerless, Hee-sung shed tears and looked at Park Geon-tae with hateful eyes.

Avoiding that gaze, Park Geon-tae tightly tied Hee-sung’s hands behind his back. Even as his consciousness blurred, Hee-sung couldn’t understand why he was being restrained.
Park Geon-tae called someone into the office separately.
“Don’t use the back door where anyone might see. Go out through the kitchen side door.”

The person Park Geon-tae ordered was not a gambling den employee. Hee-sung tried to move his body with wide eyes until the end, but he was already wrapped roughly in cloth and slung over someone’s shoulder.
‘No... if I fall asleep now...’
Hee-sung struggled desperately to move, but his consciousness kept fading. Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, he trembled as his eyelids closed and collapsed into unconsciousness.

 
How much time had passed? Hee-sung could barely faintly regain consciousness. But his vision was covered by cloth, and because of the drug’s effect, he couldn’t move a single fingertip. His whole body felt numb as if soaked in strong liquor — there was no strength at all.
‘Where the hell are they taking me…’
The only thing Hee-sung noticed was that he had been driven in a car for a long time and was moved somewhere. After that, some men carrying Hee-sung entered a building, took an elevator up, and went into a quiet room. Finally, Hee-sung was thrown onto a bed, and the cloth covering his eyes was removed.
‘This place…’

Hee-sung tried to make out his surroundings with his barely open eyes. In his view, there was a bed and a shower room separated by transparent glass. He guessed it was a motel, but after hearing the men who brought him, he was sure of the place.
“Are you really going to fuck a real man?”
“Of course. They even put in a private door for the motel.”
“That’s why those wolf clan bastards get called disgusting…”
They roughly left Hee-sung alone and smoked in the room. After making a polite phone call to someone, they left the room without hesitation.

Left alone in the room, Hee-sung let out a faint breath and tried to assess the situation.
The only thing he could tell was that it was early evening. He escaped at dawn, so a full day had passed. Thinking about how long he had been driven, Hee-sung guessed his brother had deliberately hidden him somewhere no one could find. That was something the organization did when suspicious.
“Hah, huh…”

He took shallow deep breaths, not knowing how much time had passed.
Click.
The sound of the door opening was heard. Hee-sung, with the drug’s effects somewhat faded, weakly moved his limbs and tail. Still, his movements were pitiful.

Barely managing to turn his head, Hee-sung saw a disgusting man come into view.
“Our little mutt, finally found.”
It was Kwon Ki-hyuk, his arm wrapped in bandages.

He left a subordinate at the door and entered the room alone. Even with his whole body numbed by the drugs, the moment Hee-sung saw him, he bared his fangs.
“You… fuck…”
He showed aggression, but half his original form was exposed — soft white ears and tail were raised. Seeing this, Kwon Ki-hyuk lit a cigarette with his intact left hand, smirking cruelly. His reddened eyes with burst blood vessels looked down at Hee-sung with amusement.

“Our cute little mutt. Hey, do you know how much I paid for you?”
Kwon Ki-hyuk stepped closer and lightly slapped Hee-sung’s cheek. The ash on his finger fell, scorching the blanket black under Hee-sung’s earlobe. Hee-sung didn’t care about that and gasped harshly, glaring at him.
“Hah, you’ve been acting like Yoon Chi-young’s little mutt, and I’ve been looking for you all this time.”

“……”
“You won’t see Yoon Chi-young anymore. This place is far outside that bastard’s territory.”
Kwon Ki-hyuk stepped onto the bed and, smiling as if enjoying himself, knelt on Hee-sung’s chest.

His heavy, swollen crotch came close under Hee-sung’s clear face. With humiliation, Hee-sung’s chest was pressed, making it hard to breathe. His breathing grew rougher, and his face flushed red.
Kwon Ki-hyuk grabbed Hee-sung’s dry chin and turned it left and right.
“Still fucking hot to look at…”

“Hah, huh…”
“Hey. You’re 21 and an Adara, right? I’m the first to take you?”
“Get… lost… you crazy bastard…”

Hee-sung cursed and tried to grab Kwon Ki-hyuk’s neck, but his arms barely reached forward. Watching this while smoking, Kwon Ki-hyuk started laughing.
After roughly putting out his cigarette on the bed, Kwon Ki-hyuk put a finger into Hee-sung’s mouth, where his fangs were bared. Pressing on his moist tongue, he sneered lewdly.
But Hee-sung didn’t endure this either.

“Aaah! You son of a bitch!”
Hee-sung, now somewhat free of the drug’s effects, bit down on Kwon Ki-hyuk’s finger with all his strength. He bit hard enough to draw blood.
Kwon Ki-hyuk barely pulled his hand away and gritted his teeth, glaring at his bleeding finger. His throat veins bulged as he roughly swung his hand at Hee-sung’s small head.

Smack!
Hee-sung’s head violently snapped sideways, leaving a red mark on his cheek. For once, Hee-sung bit his teeth and didn’t make a sound, only tears welled up from anger and injustice. Seeing this, Kwon Ki-hyuk finally let out a cruel laugh.
“Hah… the bleeding’s fine. Dogs always do this.”

Looking at Hee-sung’s blurry eyes, Kwon Ki-hyuk muttered mercifully,
“I don’t care that you spilled soup on my dick last time.”
“……”

“This time, I’ll fuck your hole until it’s sore. Then it’ll roughly balance out.”
Leisurely undoing his belt with one hand, he pulled out his thick cock and began masturbating in front of Hee-sung’s face. The disgusting sight made Hee-sung’s face twist fiercely. His hands and feet trembled as if wanting to strike him immediately.
“Hah, fuck…”

Perhaps getting aroused, Kwon Ki-hyuk hurriedly stood up. He positioned himself below Hee-sung’s waist and roughly spread the soft thigh. By chance, the oversized clothes of Yoon Chi-young were easily removed.
“What? You didn’t even wear underwear? Waiting for me?”
“Fuck… let me go…!”

Hee-sung spat curses with clenched teeth, but Kwon Ki-hyuk looked at him as if he was cute.
Hee-sung wanted to bite him to death immediately, to grind that smiling face into the floor, to tear his body with his fangs. He roughly pushed Kwon Ki-hyuk’s waist away, but barely had any strength.
While Kwon Ki-hyuk caressed Hee-sung’s white thigh greedily—

“Ahhh!”
Suddenly, screams were heard outside. Sounds of doors being smashed and people fleeing in panic echoed. Kwon Ki-hyuk’s eyes twisted in anxiety, as if sensing something ominous.
“Fuck, what’s this?”

His bad feeling was right.
The moment Kwon Ki-hyuk turned his back, Hee-sung summoned his last strength and fiercely kicked him in the face.
“Aaah!”

Kwon Ki-hyuk fell clumsily under the bed. Hee-sung immediately reverted to his small puppy form. The clothes he wore easily fell off, and the puppy staggered toward the door. But his body didn’t obey, and the puppy fell over several times.
At that moment, the door was nearly broken open. Men in suits looked around and searched the room. But from Hee-sung’s low vantage point, all he could see were their black shoes. The puppy desperately ran down the hall, unaware blood was still flowing from his leg.
But the hallway was already chaos from guests who had fled the rooms.

“Yelp!”
Someone’s foot caught the small furry body fleeing. The small puppy flew through the air and rolled on the floor. Luckily, he was kicked toward an empty spot, but Hee-sung was already out of his mind.
‘It hurts, it hurts…’

Even being kicked by a human foot was a huge threat for the puppy. The impact caused blood to start flowing from his black nose. Hee-sung felt dizzy and nauseous but struggled to stand, limping. He only thought about escaping from here. It was lucky the room was on the first floor.
Finally escaping through the parking lot, Hee-sung went out to the alley behind the motel.
Fortunately, the alley was quiet. The puppy limped toward a corner, hoping desperately to find a safe place.

“……”
Soon, Hee-sung collapsed beside an outdoor air conditioner unit. The white fur, once cared for so dearly, was a mess, and his tear-streaked face was ruined.
The concrete floor, barely bearable in the middle of winter, was freezing cold. Hee-sung looked at the white snow piled up in the alley, feeling that this time no one would find him.

But he felt it would be okay even if no one did.
Hee-sung didn’t want to hurt anymore. He hated the reality of having nowhere to return to and the loneliness of having no family to trust even in his last moments before death.
The only one he thought of was Yoon Chi-young.

‘Sorry, Yoon Chi-young…’
Even though Yoon Chi-young thought he was just a puppy, the way he had cherished him was the only good memory in his miserable life. He had spent a month by his side, tasted valuable food, and truly felt loved. Though the affection was gained through deception, to the puppy it was happiness too overwhelming for his small body.
Remembering Yoon Chi-young, the puppy breathed heavily and trembled intermittently. As his consciousness faded, the last thing he saw was someone’s black shoe.

“Kyeon Hee-sung…”
“……”
“…Why did you go out alone?”

He called the puppy by name, somehow recognizing him. The voice sounded like a warm embrace and sobbing.
But Hee-sung couldn’t answer and fainted.