Revenge for bullying

Ep19

"I need you to come over to my house right now"

"Yes?"

He came with a determined look on his face and his hair shaved close. He barged in and his knees were knocking.

"Bastard, you want revenge?"

"Yeah, I can't sleep for the bastards who ruined my life."

"What are you going to do while you're still a fucking asshole?"

"Help me out here, bro. I want to get out of this trauma, too."

"How many people are there?

"About four."

"That's funny, I was going to visit several people today."

"Just one person today."

"You're not that apologetic."

"Really?"

"Well, I'll help you out, but don't go running around with a knife."

"Okay, okay."

"But you've got a few criminal records, right?"

"Yeah, they went to juvie for rape."

"Yeah, and they can't wear shoes because they're dirty."

"Yeah."

"Do you know his whereabouts?

"I only know where he works."

"Okay, we'll go undercover. But if you help me with this, I want you to bring in a bunch of officers."

"Yeah, I promise."

I understood his needs. First, I asked Myung Heon to find out if one of them had a criminal record and what kind of behaviour would make him look bad. 

The family's biographical information is essential. That was enough for me, since I was only going to scare them lightly. 

The first step was to put them in a bongo and knock them out. 

The plan was this. 

Woo Jin-yi, wearing a mask, would approach him in the guise of a moving company employee, ask if he could unload something heavy from the trunk for a moment, lure him into the car, and knock him out. 

If he refuses, he'll have to knock him out somewhere, but it's better to comply because it will complicate things if anyone calls the police. 

After explaining the situation to Cheol Woo-hyung, I rented a bongo car and waited. 

"Woo-jin, when you plan your revenge, you do it with the mindset that you might get killed."

"You don't just grab a sword and go for it?"

"You're still weak, even in sparring. Until then, you shouldn't act rashly."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I was rash too, big brother."

"Woo-jin, being an adult is nothing different. It's a process of figuring out where you want to spend your life."

"I understand how frustrated you must be, and I understand why it's so unfair."

"You were bullied because you were powerless and poor and looked a little weak, and why does that scar stay with you as an adult?"

"And how unfair it feels to have to go through more pain and preparation to avenge that hurt."

"Remember, weakness will be excluded from heaven."

I laughed at this conversation. 

I wondered if the most meaningful realisations come from talking to others. 

"It's Jae."

"Is that Kim Jong-hoon?"

"Yeah, I'll go out and get him."

"He's a little taller, but he's got a big head."

He's wearing a churirin with fierce eyes. 

Snake eyes and long, elongated arms and legs. 

He must be 180cm tall. Woo Jin-yi hurriedly got out of the bongo and started to ask him in a mean and weak tone. 

Almost like a plea.

I observed from a distance, but I could feel it enough.

And then, to my dismay, he returned with a mild refusal.

Clever."

"Hey, Jae, where do you work?"

"I work at a yakitori place."

"Does he make deliveries?"

"I don't know, I think he's on a deadline, like today."

"Well, we should order him when he gets off work and have him come to our door."

"Sorry, bro, you're a pain in the arse."

I ordered 20,000 won worth of chicken skewers.

A thought flashed through my mind. 

There is no CCTV near my villa, so it was easy to scare them away. 

The operation was simpler than I thought. I rang the bell, he came out, got the chicken skewers, handed me a card, and at that moment, I threw a punch and tapped him out with a rear-naked choke. 

Honestly, it was easy for me after four years of rolling around in the gym every day. 

As I take a bite of my yakitori, I instruct Woojin. 

"Here's your delivery."

"Wait, can I use my card?"

"Yes, I brought a reader."

I punch him in the face, grab him by the back when he turns round, and apply the choke. 

He barely resists and goes down. 

The skewer fell to the floor.

"Hey, tie the tape tight to the chair over there."

"Don't tie the skewer too tight."

"And don't tape his face too, it won't kill him."

Even as he tied up Kim Jong-hoon, Woo Jin-yi seemed to be having fun. 

We had the internet, the camcorder, and the damage report, so it didn't matter what he said. 

And I put dog cheese in the toilet, and I got a bucket of water and splashed him with it. 

The scene you see a lot in films. I said.

"Woojin, this is what I call revenge."

"Take a good look at it, and whatever you're going to do, you're going to do it with the intention of killing yourself."

"I'll keep that in mind."

I slapped him to wake him up. His eyes watered for a moment, then he came out of his stupor. 

I say, wearing black short sleeves that show off my scars and body.

"Bonjour."

"Where am I? What are you doing to me?"

"Because you're a fucking idiot, and you're at fault."

"What?"

And I call out.

"Come out."

The look on my attacker's face was priceless. 

"Say hello to your mate."

"ㆍㆍㆍㆍㆍ"

"How are you?"

"Hey, Woojin."

"Okay, that explains the situation, right, mate?"

I slapped him once on the cheek. The chair he was tied to tipped over and he collapsed. An audible groan.

"You fucking bastard, why don't you open your eyes like a good boy before I kill you."

"If you have something to say, say it, Woojin."

He was still for a long moment, his voice a gravelly plea. 

His voice shakes like mine when I talk to my father on the phone.

"I really cursed you, your gang."

"I'm so sorry, Woojin, I'll make it up to you somehow and apologise."

"I really mean it. We were going to apologise to each other anyway."

"How could you bully me like that?"

"I hate you guys so much. You stole all my school years and killed me mentally."

"You bullied me for four years. Do you know that?"

"I know. I'm so sorry."

"I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you, to apologise to the rest of them.

"I was so wrong."

"Look at you, being humble. Are you sorry to Woojin now?"

"You threw milk cartons at me for no reason, and you bullied me every minute of the day."

"You used to play Pikachu, shove me in the toilet and make me eat food, remember?"

"I'm really, really sorry."

"You spread the word that my family is divorced, you called me an orphan, and you are unforgivable."

"I brought you here just to kill you."

I could tell he was raging and felt I had to punish him appropriately. He was really killing me, so I said

"Hey, how much money do you have?"

"Me? I have about 500 in my account."

"Four of you?"

"Yeah."

"Woo-jin, take off his pants."

"Please help me."

"You masturbate. Film it with a camcorder, you bastard."

"I'm letting you live, but if you go to the police, they'll terrorise your mum and dad and post it on the internet."

"And you'll be insecure when you get out, so you'll be punished appropriately and live a repentant life."

"Your mum and dad are telecoms agents, right? I'll send someone there to report it."

"You know the nuances, right?"

I used the same method I used to threaten the orphanage teacher. 

Fear of the video going viral, or of embarrassing parts of it being posted online, was the best deterrent to reporting.

His cock was pretty hard. 

While he consoled himself, I ordered Woojin to make a withdrawal. 

Then I made a phone call and called all my friends over. 

I made up some excuse or another about going out for a drink. Luckily, I was able to tie all four perpetrators to chairs at my house. 

They had about $11 million in money. And masturbation videos. 

This punishment and apology, along with an earthquake scar on the inside of his right thigh with an iron, ended Woojin's school career. 

Of course, they gave Woo Jin five minutes of free time. 

I don't know what he did. 

He went outside for a while. 

'After four years of bullying and traumatising him every day, this is how much it should hurt.

It wasn't harsh, it was a good act. I had gained another soldier in Woo Jin. 

I wonder if this is what true consolation really is: to give back the assault, the 'shame' of enduring it, is the most primal form of revenge. 

EP 19.5 Persistent Pursuit 

The detectives are quicker than they thought. 

They seemed to start investigating within days of his disappearance. 

They come to the café where I work and start pestering me with questions. 

Two detectives. 

Poor clothing style. 

The cicadas chirping loudly. 

"Have you had any contact with your father recently?"

"No? I don't see him."

"Well, they're in Phuket right now. They've been reported missing. Do you know anything about them?"

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