Rank F President Son.
Chapters 2 and 3
Sorry if there is an element of bl. understand, I am also a girl. 😅
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In television broadcasting.
"You're the only S rank friendly with your fans, Mr. Han So Jung."
The big-bodied, brown-haired and green-eyed man only smiled.
Han So Jung, the second S rank Hunter in Korea. A friendly man with his fans.
"I can't disappoint my fans, can I."
Han So Jung smiled at the camera.
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"Well......."
Han So Jung sighed tiredly.
[Skill: Face of emotion turned off.]
"A friendly S rank hunter? Just be right. I'm tired."
Han So Jung opened her neck straps and sat down on her desk chair.
-criip!-
Han So Jung saw the pigeons he trained for 1 month.
The pigeon never got a reply.
Han So Jung could see the bond of the letter on his foot was different to the way he tied it.
"Did you finally find someone to exchange letters?"
-criip!-
Han So Jung took the letter and gave the pigeon to me.
[€¥&%¥√¢!!!]
Sweat ran down his cheeks.
"What the hell is this guy writing?"
He could not read a letter filled with scribbles.
It seems like his doves are upsetting that person.
[You're not going to school! It's the same with the fucking pigeon's brain!]
He could read the letter a little.
[You are heartless like the devil!]
The word slightly pierced his heart. It is not his fault not to get emotional.
Tuk.
A 5 cm long needle pierced her.
It doesn't hurt or anything pound. However it was piercing after he felt a little at the words, making him somewhat shocked.
"It must be rank F."
The moment he wanted to touch the needle, the needle instantly disappeared.
"Where's jarum?"
He saw the letter again. He wondered if there was anything else to read.
[Don't send a letter to me again! It's not good for a genius who can train pigeons, making friends with a trash can like me. You will be affected.]
After struggling to read the contents of the letter, Han So Jung finally got the perfect contents of the letter. But the more is just the curse of meaningless at all.
"You gave me a friend exchanging an interesting letter."
Han So Jung stroked the pigeon gently.
The tip of his lips slightly rose and at that moment he saw his reflection on the glass.
"What just now, am I smiling?"
Han So Jung touched her lips in shock.
A notification window appeared in front of him.
[Han So Jung: Emotional recovery 0.01%]
The notice made him know what was going on with him.
"I look forward to the next reply. Send it well, my pigeon."
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"Why did I lose 1?"
Park Jin Hyun stared at his status window in disbelief. He didn't stab anyone pound nor did he come out of his room all day.
Geck, tok.
Her window was on tap and she saw the same pigeon again.
He just sighed and took the letter.
[I got a nice prick from you. Also, you just cursed at S rank. I hope we can still exchange letters.]
Park Jin Hyun's eyebrows wrinkled.
[Is this the pigeon you trained?]
His illuminated television featured a spokesperson and an S rank guest.
[Yes, so, if anyone finds this, I ask that you reply.]
Tut
Park Jin Hyun turned off the television.
"Let's pretend he doesn't know until he speaks himself. At that time, we won't be exchanging letters anymore."
Park Jin Hyun sat on his desk chair and replied to the letter.
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"Go, you fucking pigeon."
Park Jin Hyun waved his hand against the pigeon.
Tuk, tuk.
Now a knock came from his bedroom door.
"Speak."
"Mr and madam want to meet."
Park Jin Hyun sighed and walked out.
'This must be about the damn party. Can't I not go?'
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In the living room.
"Mom, dad, can't I not go?"
His father looked at his son coldly.
"This is the way we live. You have to go how you don't like it."
His father said that and Park Jin Hyun just nodded his head.
"My dear, you don't favor hunters."
Park Jin Hyun shook my head.
"No mom. I just don't like the other leader's son. They're always looking for me because of me."
Park Jin Hyun's mother stroked her head gently.
His father, Park Kin Ho. His father was very high on power and fame. President with the most supporters.
His mother, Lee Sun Ha. A gentle and kind heart. She always listened to what Park Jin Hyun disliked.
'Mother just said that so I wouldn't talk about the hunter in front of dad.'
Her gentle and kind mother was very opposed about the hunter being pressured to go fight. Yet he did not have the strength to oppose it openly.
Park Jin Hyun learns that his mother created a site where she gathers people who want to oppose the government. But more than 100 of its sites continue to be blocked.
The marriage between Park Kin Ho and Lee Sun Ha is a political marriage with no element of love. Park Jin Hyun himself after knowing it was shocked. He did not expect that he would be loved by his mother who was treated harshly by his father if he opposed his opinion.
Because of that, Park Jin Hyun did not want to get involved with mana side. The political side of the hunter side mahupon that his mother fought for.
He was only a neutral figure in the family war.
"You should keep going. What's the point of me having a weak child like you."
'I'm weak just like you, too. If I am weak you are the same. You're my father.'
Park Jin Hyun's mood was right on the skin.
"It's gonna start in a week. Make sure you're ready for the show."
His mother and father woke up and left him alone.
'Let's get drunk until you don't remember the world.'
Park Jin Hyun only thought of his life as a street trash drunk.
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-criiip!-
Han So Jung who saw his doves back opened the window. He took the letter from the pigeon's leg.
[I don't know who you are! Who cares if you are S rank or god!? You don't know who I am either!]
Han So Jung's lips slightly raised.
'He's right, I don't know who he is. Did I put a tracking device on this pigeon?'
[Well, I'll exchange letters with you until you get bored, you rascal! But only 1 letter in 1 day! If not, I won't return it!]
Han So Jung folded the letter neatly and put it in the desk drawer.
"It's not disappointing that I can only exchange 1 letter for 1 day. I thought if we met, he'd snap his middle finger."
With a gentle look, Han So Jung stroked the pigeon with her index day.
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In bar.
"Fuwah! Drinking in a bad mood is best!"
"This is your 20th cup."
Park Jin Hyun ignored the bar guard.
Kling.
The bell of the bar door sounded indicating the customer entered.
"Welcome home."
The barkeeper was stunned when he saw who his customers were.
"Tu, Mr. Kim. A, what can I help you with!?"
"Soju."
The barkeeper quickly picked up the soju and served it to Kim Se Jung.
"I'm sorry if you're a little distracted. The customer next to the master was already drunk."
"Not a time."
Kim Se Jung saw the customer next to him.
"What do you see Satan?"
Kim Se Jung knew that face. It was the face of the man who made her cry last night.
"Who is he?"
Kim Se Jung asked the barkeeper.
"Didn't you know him? He's the son of president Park Kin Ho, Park Jin Hyun. He's been here a lot for drinks."
When Park Kin Ho's name was mentioned, Kim Se Jung's killing intent overflowed.
'Ark, I forgot that Mr. Kim hates Park Kin Ho!'
The bar guard gulped down his saliva and peered towards the drunk Park Jin Hyun anxiously.
Kim Se Jung's killing intent was very strong.
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Chapter 3
Kim Se Jung looked towards Park Jin Hyun.
"What do you think about Hunter?"
Kim Se Jung was frankly asking that.
'I beg you, Park Jin Hyun, don't talk weird!'
The barkeeper was already in a panic.
"They're useless trash."
'No!!!!'
The barkeeper shouted hysterically from inside. Kim Se Jung's killing intent is getting stronger.
"Why are they trash?"
Kim Se Jung's voice was very cold.
'Please, this time, answer me well!'
The bar guard knew that Park Jin Hyun was trash, yet he did not want to see the murder before his eyes.
"I'm neutral. I'm not on which side pound. Politicians are trash, as are hunters. If asked about the second one, I'd say it's rubbish. Banjingan, you just made my mood worse."
Kim Se Jung's killing intent eased a little.
'It seems like there will be no heads floating.'
The bar guard slightly sighed in relief.
"What do you think of Kim Se Jung?"
'Oh my! Stop this!'
The barkeeper wanted to hit his head against the table.
Park Jin Hyun looked at Kim Se Jung.
"He's a great guy. I envy her strong body. At least he's stoic unlike me who ran to the bar to get drunk."
Park Jin Hyun said that and sipped another 1 cup of beer.
"He's a strong man yet he seems to be forced to be like that."
"Why?"
Kim Se Jung looked at Park Jin Hyun curiously.
"Rank S is the strongest rank. Is there no payment for that? At the death of his 2 brothers, I attended the funeral because my father forced me to look like a concerned president."
Park Jin Hyun stopped instantly and played with his cup.
"Red eyes. But it was like something was blocking him from shedding tears. I thought, rank S has emotions on its skin."
"That's right. So make me cry again."
Park Jin Hyun and the bar guard were confused.
"Isn't that embarrassing, Mr Kim?"
The guard asked.
"No. For a moment, I felt like I was human. A monster with no feelings, that's the true nature of S rank."
The bar guard locked his mouth.
"Why crying? You can smile. Are you stupid or what?"
Park Jin Hyun said that and Kim Se Jung felt a little because the person who said that was drunk.
Tuk.
A stab at him.
"Aah.... Where I reduced by 1 more. Who else feels by the utterance of this trash."
Park Jin Hyun stared at his status window with his drunken eyes.
"What did you say Park Jin Hyun? You're not awake."
"Ah, right too."
'Looks, only the one who feels can see this needle.'
Just as Kim Se Jung wanted to take the needle, the needle disappeared.
"Hey, you're already too drunk. How about going out and get some fresh air.
"Nl? Okay?"
Kim Se Jung easily lifted the little Park Jin Hyun out.
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In garden.
"Where am I?"
"Garden."
Kim Se Jung gave the bottled mineral water to Park Jin Hyun and sat down next to him.
"The garden? Where are so many people hanging out together? Am I here at last?"
"Have you never been to the park before?"
Park Jin Hyun drank the mineral water and was silent for a moment.
"The arrival of someone with a large rank only made one uncomfortable. They won't be able to play freely if someone like me comes along. After all, when I came out, I was just an undignified trash."
Kim Se Jung saw Park Jin Hyun's eyes that did not look sad but accepted who he was.
"Can't you smile? You'll be handsome if you smile."
Drunk Park Jin Hyun pulled Kim Se Jung's cheeks until it formed a forced smile.
"That's right. You look more handsome."
Park Jin Hyun let go of his hand and a smile was engraved on his lips for the first time. His face that was flushed with drunkenness made him look quite handsome.
But the more she looks beautiful.
Seeing that, Kim Se Jung's lips lifted slightly.
He felt it and touched his lips.
"No, you're handsome with a smile."
"Can I know, what was that prick?"
Drunk Park Jin Hyun could only answer her because she was not in her senses.
"That's a prick when someone feels with my foul language.1 Where in use. I'm used to the language."
[Skill: Rugged language. (F)
You can stab your opponent with your foul language. It doesn't happen to someone who is strong-hearted.
It would fix the opponent's emotions if it was being broken. Up to 100% recovery, people affected by the effects can only be emotional near you. (Mana 1)]
"Are you kidding me? Just near me? You, what have I done to you to obtain a skill like this? Hey, crazy hunk!"
Kim Se Jung just stared at Park Jin Hyun who suddenly got angry.
"Hjnm..... It seems to fix broken emotions. Until it's 100% healed, you can only get emotional with me. Really fucking fucking fucking damn it!"
Upon hearing that, a notification window appeared in front of Kim Se Jung.
[Kim Se Jung: Emotional recovery 0.01%]
"It looks like it's going to be a long journey. Can I get your personal hp number?"
"Nl? Do you really want to? Or do you just want spam?"
Kim Se Jung was silent.
'Do you ask for a personal hp number that is for ngespam?'
Park Jin Hyun took his phone and gave it to Kim Jin Hyun.
"Find it out, find it for yourself."
'He didn't even put the screen key.'
Kim Se Jung easily opened Park Jin Hyun's phone. He opened the contact.
"You don't have anyone's pound number. Is this the phone you use often?"
"certain. You asked for my personal hp number instead. Hp with my parents number or other acquaintances is hp for work. I don't have any friends or family who would speak up for sheer pleasure. Every time they call, it's definitely about the party or just looking for a cause."
Park Jin Hyun stretched his body and looked towards Kim Se Jung.
"So, you are the first number on my personal phone. I hope you don't hit me."
A faint smile appeared on Kim Se Jung's lips.
"I'm honored to be the first to be your first contact. So, please don't block my contact when you're not drunk."
"I never did that. It sucks to do that."
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Next morning.
"I gave my contact to Kim Se Jung!!!?"
Park Jin Hyun could only shout at the events that had already passed.
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Serialize..............