“Maybe you should’ve lived a little less like a piece of shit.”
Crunch.
“……!”
Still knotted, Choi Suho flailed his legs weakly, trapped in Ji Haesu’s arms as Haesu violently pressed down on Suho’s lower abdomen with his forearm. His toes stretched straight downward, then finally went limp when the pain became unbearable. His head drooped forward, and from the gap of his torn hole, drops of blood fell—one by one—pooling on the floor. With the knotted cock inside him already stretched to its limit and then forcibly pressed down on top of that, the pain overwhelmed him. Unable to endure it, Suho bit his lip until blood flowed from there as well, soaking his chin.
“What, did you pass out?”
Ji Haesu waited silently until the knotted cock finally returned to its normal size. Once it fully loosened, he pulled out slowly, and a thicker stream of semen tinged even more deeply with blood followed after it. He grabbed a towel hanging in the powder room and wiped his cock clean, then wiped Suho’s lower body as well. But since the inside was torn too, drops of blood kept falling regardless.
Having finished the job, Ji Haesu carried Suho to the bedroom on the opposite side of the suite and laid him down properly. His face was bruised and soaked with blood, but the handsome, refined features he’d inherited from his deceased father hadn’t been ruined. Sitting beside Suho for a long while, gazing at him intently, Ji Haesu finally smiled faintly and spoke.
“You can think of it as your father’s karma.”
After whispering that, Ji Haesu stood up, changed neatly into his hotelier uniform, and disappeared.
***
Beep, beep, beep.
Huff, huff, huff.
A bell was ringing somewhere. That meant Dad was calling—but he couldn’t go answer it. His entire face was swollen and aching unbearably, and on top of that, his throat burned as if it were on fire. As for the space between his hips, there was no need to even mention it. The slightest movement made a cry rip out of him, and he couldn’t even reach out with his hands.
Why does my right hand hurt this much too? Someone—anyone—please tell me.
“Haa… haa……”
Choi Suho barely managed to open his eyes and, seeing the brown-haired man with a beautiful face in front of him, muttered without thinking. Whenever he was sick or hurt, there had only ever been one person who stayed by his side to care for him. It wasn’t his father.
Si-in… it was only you. You were the only one who stayed by my side consistently throughout my life.
As unfamiliar emotions surfaced the more he hurt, like pain waking something up inside him, Suho’s lips trembled.
“Si-in… I…”
At that moment, a bear-like palm slapped his cheek—smack—and Suho’s consciousness snapped awake as if doused with cold water.
“Fuck, why did you—! Ah!”
“Who am I?”
“Do Si-in—ah!”
This time, the edge of a hand struck his head. The pain was so intense that tears leaked out as he tried to clutch his head with both hands—but the instant his right hand moved even slightly, a sharp, electric pain shot through him, stealing his voice entirely. Just that small movement reminded him vividly of the injury.
And then the pain he’d briefly forgotten while unconscious began to greet him one by one. The taste of blood from the cheek he’d been punched. When he touched the inside of his mouth with his tongue, the pain was so sharp his whole body jerked. And that wasn’t all. When he twisted his body even slightly, the pain in his ass shot through his entire body, robbing him of breath and forcing out ragged gasps.
“Ngh—ah! Ah! Fuck…! S-Stop…! Stooop…! Fucking stop it!”
“Hhk—hmm, mm!”
Splash, splash.
“Ah……”
As his mind fully cleared, Choi Suho realized exactly what had been done to him from last night until dawn. His body shook violently as he curled onto his side on the bed and gagged, retching over and over. But there was nothing to come up from his empty stomach. All that spilled out was clear saliva and stomach acid.
Ji Haesu watched Suho writhe on the bed, coughing up tears and bile over last night’s memories, with indifferent eyes—and then spoke in a gentle tone.
“Stop being so pathetic, will you?”
At the word pathetic, Suho’s trembling stopped. Very slowly, he turned his head and glared at Ji Haesu. One eye was still bloodshot, the white completely overtaken by red, and a dark bruise stained one cheek. Just looking at his face, raw, unrefined murderous rage overflowed.
But Ji Haesu wasn’t the type to be intimidated by that. Folding his arms demonstratively, he spoke calmly.
“Wasn’t Do Si-in in pain too, after what you did to him?”
“We lived together for three years—!”
“Shut up. Someone you lived with for three years kills your child in an ‘accident’ and even destroys your organs? Objectively or subjectively, that’s not something a human does.”
Of course, if it were me, I would’ve killed you, Ji Haesu thought, swallowing the smile and suppressing his true feelings.
Choi Suho, you foolish bastard. You loved Do Si-in. You wanted to stay with him to the very end—but because you couldn’t acknowledge that feeling, you chose abortion and ran over a pregnant Omega with a car?
Even so, your father tried to take responsibility for the Omega he loved and was prepared to divorce his current wife. That’s the decisive difference between you and your father.
Your father understood responsibility. You ran from it.
“You loved Do Si-in.”
“N-No, I—”
Suho’s voice shook. Ji Haesu pretended to rest his hands on Suho’s shoulders—only to tighten around his neck instead, continuing coldly.
“But you loved what your father gave you more. Money. The prestige of being Jang Yuguk’s son, even as a bastard. The power that came with it. And yet—you loved Do Si-in, couldn’t let him go, wanted to stay with him. So you ran him over, trying to destroy his womb so he wouldn’t get pregnant again. Isn’t that right?”
“No!”
“Then why did you break him—mind and body—only to tenderly take care of him, bring him into your house, and promise to spend your whole lives together?”
“If the secret got out—”
“Then you should’ve killed him.”
“If Dad found out—!”
Suho’s pupils shook violently before narrowing into a deep frown.
“And who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? It’s already done. It was my choice—so who the hell are you?”
“That’s why I came, Suho. I’m the price you pay for the choice you made.”
Suho’s eyes went completely still. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked at Ji Haesu standing there in his hotelier uniform. Then he noticed the name tag that read Jang Jisu—and let out a hollow laugh.
“Are you insane? After doing that to me, you come back as Jang Jisu?”
“I told you, didn’t I? We’re not just passing acquaintances. And besides—”
Ji Haesu grabbed Suho by the hair and yanked him up. Suho was shaken violently, unable even to scream before he shouted, “Let go! Let go, you fucking bastard!”
Ji Haesu glared at him with genuine anger.
“How many times do I have to tell you to call me hyung?”
Suho reached out with his left hand, trying to grab Ji Haesu’s face—but it slipped through, like the fleeting hallucinations of Do Si-in he sometimes saw, never something he could actually grasp. When Ji Haesu abruptly released his hair, Suho was thrown back onto the bed. Clutching his injured right hand and swallowing a groan, he spat,
“You piece of shit. I don’t even call Jang Jihyeok, Jang Jihun, or Jang Jihae ‘hyung.’ Why would I call you that?”
“Hm. Honestly, shouldn’t you be calling Jang Jihyeok ‘uncle’ with that age gap? Twenty-two years older and all.”
“Fuck, don’t think about it seriously!”
Suho’s face flushed red. Ji Haesu added flatly,
“More importantly, Jang Jihyeok, Jang Jihun, and Jang Jihae don’t even think of you as their younger brother. And you’re not a Jang by blood anyway.”
It felt like the walls he’d painstakingly built inside himself collapsed all at once, crushed by a cavalry charge storming in like Mongol horsemen. Suho couldn’t speak—he could only stare with a hollow, wounded expression. Even Ji Haesu, who would normally add another cutting remark, fell silent.
Why are you making that abandoned-child face? It’s true—you’re not part of the Jang family. Only your father thinks otherwise. Everyone else knows you’re not.
He was about to sneer like that—but Suho lowered his head deeply, his lips trembling.
Of all times, the blinds behind him were drawn, casting a shadow over his back. It made him look pitiful.
Knowing Suho’s detailed past, Ji Haesu hesitated despite himself.
If Suho found out why his father was truly weak toward him, he wouldn’t be able to endure it. Better to let it sit a little longer.
You still need to endure more, Choi Suho.
“It’s not like…”
Suho muttered.
“It’s not like I wanted to be born this way…”
“That doesn’t give you a free pass for what you did, Suho.”
Suho’s broad shoulders flinched. Ji Haesu patted his head, pulled him into an embrace, and whispered into his ear.
“If anything, you took advantage of that and lived however you wanted. Your father couldn’t discipline you because he was weak to that—so he just let you be. It’s about time you started living like a human being.”
Ji Haesu’s sudden gentleness irritated Suho—and his body hurt too—so he grabbed Ji Haesu by the collar with his left hand. Instantly, Ji Haesu twisted Suho’s wrist. Amused by the way Suho bit his lip and endured out of pitiful pride, Ji Haesu chuckled.
“You’re thinking, ‘Who the fuck are you?’ again, aren’t you?”
“Fuck off. I’ll find you and ruin you.”
“And what will you do if your employees find out what you look like right now?”
At that moment, Suho’s eyes wavered violently.
Even though he’d been born a bastard, the fact that he was Jang Yuguk’s only beloved son had allowed Choi Suho to stand tall—unlike the three Jang brothers, who were raised without affection, under strict discipline, solely to inherit the company.
