Filthy Bully
Filthy Bully
The subway was filled with people going to work again today.
No, a hell-train.
To someone, it is a tedious repetition of daily life, but to countless job seekers, the sight of people wearing suits and riding the subway early in the morning is simply something to envy.
Because I was like that until a year ago, too.
Deu-u-u-uk-
The doors opened as the subway came to a halt.
"Hwuu...."
A sigh leaked from my mouth.
Because I could roughly guess how many people would cram their bodies into here at this station.
Therefore, without even looking at the people pushing in, I gazed at the phone lifted up in front of me and slid my hips back slightly.
An empty space.
I naturally took a step back and moved until something touched my hips, and only after my hips touched someone's bag blocking the front did I start reading the overseas football articles from early this morning properly again.
But.
Kku-uk-
A soft, squishy object touching my lower body from the morning.
This! By the feel of it, it's definitely not a man.
The probability that it's a woman is over 90 percent!
And since I didn't deliberately thrust myself there, I lowered my eyes with a hint of anticipation to check the target in front of me.
If possible, rubbing against a pretty woman from the morning could make for an even fresher morning.
My eyes, lowered like that, met eyes that were tilted slightly with a sidelong glance.
Fuck, of all people, this woman.
"...Hello."
"......"
A situation neither of us welcomed.
The woman cleanly ignored my greeting, which had naturally become awkward due to the awkward situation, and tapped my shoes with the heel of her shoe, signaling me to back up.
She, whom I thought was a strange woman, was Jung Minchae, my fellow new hire who still spoke in formal honorifics to me even though we had worked together in the same department for a year.
She's a year younger than me, but she's a total bitch who has never greeted me first...
No, let's just say she lacks social skills a bit.
Still, since we've worked together for a year.
"Kang Hajin-ssi."
Kang Hajin, that's my name.
In a way, it could be read as Kang-haji, meaning strong, but unfortunately, my childhood nickname was puppy.
Damn, having the nickname of a son of a bitch.
Anyway, leaving aside a nickname that isn't called anymore, my job is an ordinary office worker.
My age is 27 this year...
"Did you not hear me?!"
A piercing glare shot alongside a voice so sharp that the person next to me looked over in surprise.
She's glaring at me like she's going to devour me.
Does she think anyone likes being like this?
If it were up to my heart, I'd want to kick her ass and tell her to move forward, but from my mouth, nurtured and trapped within the world called society, different words flow out.
"Ah, sorry. I'm trying to go back, but there's no space."
"Haah... how annoying from the morning.."
"......"
Jung Minchae sighed and turned her head away; if she's that annoyed, she should come and push me herself.
Or just go forward herself like I thought.
Anyway, thinking about it again, it's certain that this woman doesn't lack social skills; she's just a total bitch.
If it were up to my thoughts, I'd want to smash the top of her head with my elbow, but if I did that, I'd end up wearing silver bracelets and becoming a prison inmate.
And who was it that shoved their dirty ass into someone else's noble lower body from the morning, why is she annoyed at me?
This woman seems to think she's all high and mighty and pretty, but talking not just with me but with other peers and seniors, everyone's eyes are the same.
Even if she might look pretty in a way, her slightly upturned eyes are a total turn-off probably because of her personality.
Not that I'm in a position to judge anyone's appearance.
Because I'm just an ordinary guy close to the heartwarming side.
But what is this?
"......"
A sticky yet hot feeling felt on the back of my hand, furthermore flowing down my hand and along my fingers.
To avoid being treated as a pervert by touching someone else's body for no reason, I carefully lifted my hand while checking its position with my eyes, and.
"Blood..?"
A word completely out of place in this situation slipped from my mouth.
Yes, if my eyes aren't wrong, the identity of this red liquid is blood.
And blood fresh enough to be warm.
And a considerable amount of blood, enough to wet the back of my hand and flow down my fingers.
Just in case there was a wound on the back of my hand, I put away the phone I was holding in my left hand and touched the blood-soaked back of my hand, but I'm not a dull person who can't even feel pain, so of course there couldn't be a wound on the back of my hand.
Because no matter how dull a person is, they wouldn't fail to notice if they were bleeding this much.
Then where on earth is this blood...
Sseuk-
I turned my head toward where my right hand had been, and there, a man was groaning while clutching his side.
Fuck, did he get stabbed like in some movie?!
"Ugh..!"
"Wh, what?!"
"Eek!!"
"Bl, blood!!"
It wasn't just me who checked the condition of the bleeding man, as the surroundings instantly became noisy and fell into a state of chaos.
And the people who wouldn't budge no matter how much I pushed with my hips and back each clutched their sides and moved far away from the man collapsed on the floor.
At this rate, twenty more people could ride here.
No, that's not what's important right now.
I'm not the type to be overly nosy, but I'm not so indifferent to other people's business as to ignore someone collapsed and bleeding.
If I were like that, I would have lived my own way like Jung Minchae, abandoning relationships with surrounding colleagues.
"Um..."
"Excuse me! Are you okay?? Someone help! No, please call 119!"
A woman swiftly intercepting the words I was about to say.
Of course, I'm not angry because my chance to shine disappeared after having my turn stolen.
Because if someone steps up and does what I should do in my stead, there's nothing more thankful than that.
And is it because it was a woman's shout, not a man's?
The men around started stepping up without hesitation.
"I, I'll call 119!"
"Everyone sitting down, please give up your seats! Let's lay the patient down!"
"Ah.. right..."
"Y, yes, please do.."
People getting up reluctantly.
Well, there's no particular place for me to step in.
Seeing this, does it mean the world is still worth living in?
Of course, there are more people filming with their phones in hand than those offering helping hands, but still, because there are people like that, it seems like a world still worth living in.
Even if I collapse bleeding like that for some reason, someone would help out in a way like that.
Though there's no reason for that to happen.
"Now, let's move him outside!"
"One, two!"
"Oof!"
During rush hour, the time for the subway to cross one station for an ambulance to arrive was too short, and a few people lifted the patient and handed him over to the subway station staff who were waiting in advance.
"Are you not getting off, Kang Hajin-ssi?"
Jung Minchae asked, nudging my shoulder with hers as I stared intently at the people moving the patient.
When I turned my head and looked down slightly, she gestured with her chin toward the back of my hand down below.
"Ah, this isn't my blood. It got on me from that person."
"Then..."
After that brief commotion, the subway closed the doors, which had been left open a bit longer due to the emergency, and started moving again.
But outside the passing window...
"What?!"
Words popped out of my mouth unknowingly at the extremely shocking sight.
And Jung Minchae reacting to those words.
"What is it?"
"No, I wasn't talking to Minchae-ssi..."
Instead of trailing off, I checked outside the passing window rapidly again.
Ah, it already passed.
I couldn't double-check, but I definitely saw it.
The sight of the patient, moved by people, suddenly jumping up and biting into the throat of a subway station employee.
And the sight of people being appalled by that scene.
Did I see it wrong?
I definitely didn't drink alcohol yesterday...
Right, I must have seen it wrong.
That person isn't crazy either, and there's no way something like that would happen.
But at that moment, someone's voice rang out loudly.
"Wh, what?! What's wrong?!"
"Who's screaming like that? Just because the lights are flickering."
Right, it's just the lights flickering.
Just like how fluorescent lights flicker at home when they reach the end of their lifespan.
Of course, the lights flickering on a well-maintained subway isn't a common sight, but it wasn't a situation to make a fuss over either.
Simply by that alone.
Deolgeong!!
Kki-i-i-ik-!
"Eek!!!"
"Ugh.."
"Aah!!"
The moment the subway shook, people packed closely together began to fall down amidst screams.
I quickly grabbed the ownerless swaying strap and tried to withstand the heavy weight pushing in from the side, but with the compounded weight of however many people falling down, I simply couldn't endure it with my own strength alone.
Fuck, why is my luck so shitty today?!
Udang-tang-tang-tang!!
"Aah!!"
In the end, I too was swept up by the falling people and rolled around on the floor, and before worrying about the safety of the person crushed beneath me, I had to struggle to escape from the people covering on top of me.
Because if I unluckily get crushed to death like this, it's truly a meaningless death.
"Fuck..! Move aside a bit...?"
Mulkeong-
Jumul- jumul-
Today must not be a totally unlucky day after all.
Because a soft, squishy object was grabbed by both hands pushed up with all my might to clear away the person covering on top of me.
This feeling that anyone who isn't a eunuch would recognize.
Roughly around a C-cup?
The owner of desirable breasts.
"S, sorry..! I fell because I was pushed too.. H-hng..!"
Sorry my ass, woman, I'm grateful.
Anyway, a woman who suddenly makes a sultry nasal sound right in the middle of apologizing.
What kind of woman is this... no, it's because of me!
Fuck, I'm screwed!
If the woman whose breasts I'm groping right now is a bitch like Jung Minchae, I'll unconditionally become a sexual offender, get fired from the company, and at worst, even end up wearing prison stripes.
Would that be all.
Filmed by the phone cameras thrusting by people, I'd become an unwanted SNS star and live the life of an insider attracting attention wherever I go.
Though before that, my image wearing prison clothes trapped inside prison bars is drawn in my head first.
Lost in my wits, immersed in that soft and squishy sensation, I quickly came to my senses and pulled away the hands that had been groping the woman's breasts.
And then.
"Kkaak!!"
"Uwak!!"
Puk!!
The top of the woman's head crashing into my nose.
Fuck, should've just kept holding on.
The feeling was great, too.
A moment later, the situation was roughly sorted out, and the people who had fallen each raised their bodies.
Of course, there were also people who couldn't get up.
"Aaah!!"
"Ugh..!"
"Sob.. h-hic..."
People whose bodies were broken or injured somewhere due to the people who fell like dominoes.
Compared to those people, though I was bleeding from both nostrils, my nose wasn't broken, so I could say I was on the somewhat lucky side.
And I groped breasts to my heart's content, too.
Of course, when it comes to being lucky, there's no comparing to this woman.
"S, sorry!"
"It's fine. I'm okay."
"But because of me..."
The woman, who was completely fine without getting hurt by using me as a cushion, bowed her head repeatedly toward me, who was plugging my nose with the handkerchief she handed over.
Even though it's a huge relief to me just that she doesn't make an issue out of having her breasts kneaded in a world like this.
"A, are you really okay..? You should go to the hospital..."
"I told you I'm fine. Anyway, both of us are late for work."
"Ah..."
The woman making a troubled expression.
Unfortunately, the subway that shook and made loud noises was no longer moving.
Anyway, the bigger problem than that is.
"Why won't my phone call go through?!"
"I have to prepare for today's meeting..! Ah.. the department manager is going to kill me..."
"Is there anyone whose phone works?? If so, please call the police or 119 and tell them the subway has stopped here!"
"There should be an emergency phone attached to the wall somewhere..."
"Someone near the wall, please check!"
Just like those people said, along with the stopped subway, even the mobile phones became dead.
Of course, mine and this woman's too.
"Uh..?"
Tuk-
At that moment, along with the woman tilting her head and reaching out toward me, a heavy weight was transmitted to my left arm.
Ha, does she think I'm some kind of backrest.
The weight felt on my body was transmitted from Jung Minchae leaning her back against me, and the moment I reached out to detach her body, my name slipped from Jung Minchae's mouth.
"Hajin-ssi...."
What is it? Judging by her trembling voice, is she scared of this situation?
Mannerless as she is, she must be a helpless woman after all.
Ah, damn.
In times like this, me being a man should show a calm and dependable side.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
"......"
I asked after her well-being with good manners, but there was no answer coming back; instead, her body slowly turned toward me.
Like a young child clinging to clothes hem because they don't want to part from their mom, pulling hard on my jacket and shirt.
What if a button pops at this rate...
"Hajin-ssi... I.. I... my body feels... weird..."
Unlike when she rubbed her hips, her two eyes were heavily bloodshot.
A cracking voice.
Thick blood vessels bulging on the back of her hand grasping tightly onto my clothes.
I hadn't seen things like that usually...
Does she have some kind of chronic illness?
"Hey, Jung Minchae-ssi! Pull yourself together!!"
I grabbed the shoulders of Jung Minchae, who had a face looking like she was about to stop breathing any second, and shouted while shaking her quite strongly.
Then, whether because I shook her or because her strength was giving out, along with her head dropping down, a strange sound leaked out.
"Keu-u-u-u..!"
"Jung Minchae-ssi..?"
Thick blood vessels bulging on the back of her hand were climbing up along her neck toward under her chin.
What on earth is this?!
Flustered, I instinctively pushed back the shoulders I was holding to detach her body from me, but.
"Kuaak!!!"
Jung Minchae, lifting her head with a bizarre scream, thrust teeth dripping with saliva toward me.
And I.
Hwi-i-ik!!
Kwajik!!
Smashed the top of her head down with my elbow.
Fuck, I really smashed the top of this woman's head down with my elbow.