The device hidden under Han-se’s car seat activated exactly as Tae-jun predicted—quietly, perfectly, without suspicion. And that night, as the rain tapped gently against Tae-jun’s window, the recording began.
Han-se’s door slammed.
A moment of shuffling.
Then a call connected—Su-ah’s voice slid through the speaker, smooth as honey but venom underneath.
Su-ah: “Han-se… don’t make a mistake.”
Han-se’s breath turned ragged.
Han-se: “I—I know. Just stop yelling at me!”
A harsh metallic clang—he had kicked something inside the car.
Suddenly, he screamed. A frustrated, hopeless roar that cracked halfway through.
Then Ji-ho barged in, his voice loud enough to distort the audio.
Ji-ho: “BRO— I swear I FUCKING hate Su-ah! She wants to destroy Grandpa, but who’s suffering? US! Not her!”
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Han-se didn’t answer.
Ji-ho’s voice lowered into something like guilt:
Ji-ho: “And… we mistakenly killed Aunt too—”
Han-se cut him off immediately.
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Dead serious.
Han-se: “There was no mistake. That was the purpose. She used us. She used us to kill Aunt.”
Silence followed, heavy and poisonous.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8zFlOWb5s4
Then the audio ended.
Yize slowly removed the earpiece, staring at Tae-jun.
Min-jun rubbed his face, stunned. He had always known their cousins were rotten—but this…
Tae-jun leaned back, letting the words settle into his bones.
Su-ah.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnkAuONCrYP
Han-se.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8MszZfbKJe
Ji-ho.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVWRetzoxOo
Grandpa Tae-ho.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq09c7rkftR
Mom.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ1v5D0yALd
The accident…
A perfect chain.
A chain with Su-ah’s hands wrapped around every link.
The Classroom — Where Romance Became a Weapon
The next morning, Tae-jun walked into class at SNU, his expression as unreadable as ever. Kang Hae-won was already seated, flipping through her notes, unaware of the storm tied to her family.
Yize’s words echoed in his mind:31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb82EQyaNFT
“Her grandfather is involved. We don’t know how.”
Tae-jun chose the empty seat beside her.
Her shoulders stiffened.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEAmEczMDFQ
Good.
He leaned slightly, voice low and smooth—almost sinful.
“You’re early, Kang Hae-won.”
She turned toward him, annoyed but flustered.
“Why are you sitting here?”
“Because,” he said, brushing a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, “you’re useful to me today.”
Her breath caught.
“E-Excuse me?”
Tae-jun pretended to scan the board but murmured just loud enough for her:
“We’re presenting today, remember? Group work.”
Her cheeks turned pink. He smirked, leaning close again.
His lips were near her ear, voice like velvet:
“Relax. I don’t bite.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjuALmfVv9Y
“Not unless you want me to.”
She jolted, bumping her knee against the desk.
The entire row turned to look.
Tae-jun continued writing as if nothing happened—while Hae-won tried to steady her breathing.
Every movement he made was deliberate—every brush of his fingers, every half-smile. Not cruel, not mocking. Just intensely focused… on her.
A psychological chokehold.
The closer he got, the more her heart raced—exactly what he wanted.
Because people who panic, slip.
And people who slip, reveal.
Yize’s Mission — The Missing Two Hours
That afternoon, Yize returned from surveillance, drenched in sweat.
He bowed slightly.
“Tae-jun. I found it.”
Tae-jun looked up.
“Where was Kang Hae-jin for the two hours?”
Yize placed a photo on the table—a small, expensive modern house, hidden behind trees.
“Here. No cameras. No guards. Completely private.”
Min-jun frowned.
“Whose house is that?”
Yize hesitated.
“…I don’t know. The ownership records are sealed.”
Tae-jun exhaled slowly.
A sealed house.
Connected to Kang Hae-jin.
Two hours missing.
Too coincidental.
Yize added quietly:
“I think it might belong to Su-ah… or someone working under her.”
Tae-jun’s jaw tightened.
Night Meeting — Choosing the Next Target
Night fell cold.31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC2JHLgHHGn
The three brothers—Tae-jun, Min-jun, and Yize—gathered in Tae-jun’s private room, the dim lights casting sharp shadows.
Min-jun leaned back in his chair.
“So… who’s next?”
Tae-jun didn’t hesitate.
“Ji-ho. It’s his turn.”
Yize nodded, expression unreadable.
“Before that—more information.”
He placed a tablet on the table. Audio files. Screenshots. Financial trails.
“The private house… I’m 70% sure it’s connected to Su-ah. Han-se and Ji-ho visited it twice in the past three months.”
Min-jun scoffed.
ns216.73.216.33da2“Those two nut-cracked perverts… it must be their entertainment business trash.”31Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaqlNy1PeAF
and then Add to home screen.