Suho gagged theatrically, as if overcome with revulsion, then spat repeatedly on the floor. Ji Haesu laughed, then turned to his subordinates—who were wearing equally greasy expressions—and said,
“My Omega, Choi Suho. And this place is…….”
Swoosh!
The broken handle of a baseball bat came flying through the air. Ji Haesu caught the bat handle lightly, like a former pitcher, and said, “Nice shot, boss!” before tossing it straight back at Choi Suho. Choi Suho caught it just as easily, hurled it to the floor, and shouted.
“Why the fuck would I be your Omega, you bastard?! I’m a dominant Alpha!”
“Really?”
“I take after my dad—I’m a dominant Alpha!”
“Hmmm. Really?”
“You little shit!”
When it came to anything else, Choi Suho might have had some patience, but when it involved his father, his fuse was notoriously hot-headed. He lunged forward in a rage. The moment he charged, Ji Haesu hooked Choi Suho’s leg, grabbed his pants, and flung him cleanly through the air.
“Gghk!”
His body slammed into the couch already in shambles, knocking the wind out of him so badly he couldn’t get back up, swallowing a groan. Ji Haesu strode over quickly and stomped down hard with his heel on Choi Suho’s injured right hand.
“Aaaagh!”
“You think it’s okay to trash someone else’s office like this, huh? And I told you to call me hyung.”
Panting hard, Choi Suho lifted his gaze through the crooked, transparent goggles, distorted from the impact. Ji Haesu stood over him with one hand on his hip, grinding his heel down as if snuffing out a cigarette. The pain intensified, but Choi Suho didn’t look away.
“Honestly, kids these days are just completely lacking in manners,” Ji Haesu muttered, lifting his head.
The instant he did, Choi Suho pulled out the sashimi knife he’d hidden in his left hand and drove it down into Ji Haesu’s opposite shoe.
“……Fuck! Shiiit!”
A curse exploded from Ji Haesu’s mouth. Even though his foot had been pierced and must have hurt like hell, he yanked the knife out immediately and raised it into an attacking stance. Choi Suho did the same.
He gripped a spare sashimi knife in his left hand, gasping out ragged, shallow breaths—“Hh… hhk… hff…”—before spitting out blood-tinged saliva.
“I told you… I’d kill you.”
“Call me hyung, Suho. Huh? While I’m still treating you like an Omega, call me hyung.”
Dragging one foot as if the puncture hurt, Ji Haesu still swung the knife with infuriating ease. He moved like someone who’d danced with blades more than once.
Damn it. Can I win this? I’m right-handed, but my right hand is broken, and my left is clumsy. And he knows that. On top of that, he’s a massive man—198 centimeters tall, 115 kilograms—thirteen centimeters taller than me.
But the moment I let fear show, I lose. A fight is all about momentum. The second I show that I’ve already lost to his size and overwhelming skill, he’ll sense it and press the advantage.
Choi Suho wiped the blood streaming from his nose with his forearm instead of his useless right hand and said,
“You’re the one who’s gonna be crawling on the floor, calling me hyung, you fucking bastard.”
“Me? You? Hahahahaha!”
Ji Haesu burst into raucous laughter—then cut it off abruptly.
“You know those guys you see over there? My men?”
Choi Suho didn’t look. Ji Haesu deliberately counted out loud, “One, two, three, four……,” then smiled sweetly.
“In a month or two, once you become my Omega, they’re the ones who’ll run a train on you and fuck you. Exactly fourteen of them.”
“Before that, I’ll gut you and you’ll—”
Before Choi Suho could finish snapping back at Ji Haesu’s insane rambling, Ji Haesu cut in.
“At the psych hospital you locked him up in, Do Si-in got gang-raped by fourteen patients. Or should I say the medical staff and caregivers? Or maybe medical staff and caregivers pretending to be patients? Well, who they were doesn’t really matter. It’s not like Do Si-in was raped there as Do Si-in. There was never a patient admitted under that name in the first place, right? There was only a patient named Yoon Geonsu—a dominant Omega who lost his child, went insane, and was hospitalized. Still, I guess it’s a blessing in disguise that thanks to you ripping out his uterus, Do Si-in couldn’t get pregnant. Hahaha!”
Choi Suho’s expression froze solid. He’d never heard any of this before.
Spinning the knife idly in his right hand, Ji Haesu glanced at Choi Suho’s left hand. The sashimi knife Choi Suho was holding trembled faintly. He was shaken.
So that got to you… and yet, it didn’t. Funny, isn’t it?
Ji Haesu’s eyes turned colder than a glacier-sunk abyss—but the instant he saw the sashimi knife flying at him, they warmed.
“Shut up! You’re spouting bullshit like some bad novel!”
Swoosh!
He let his guard down because it was the left hand. He thought it’d be slow—but it flew faster than expected, slicing across Ji Haesu’s left cheek. Blood sprayed in fine droplets, and a sharp sting, like a rose thorn’s cut, spread outward as if dissolving into water.
“Oh, not bad!”
Thud!
“Kh—!”
Ji Haesu wasn’t the type to go easy on someone just because they were four years younger and supposedly cute like Choi Suho. No matter who it was, anyone who dared mar his pretty face was unforgivable.
He’d lived his whole life swindling others with this face since he was a kid—and now someone dared put a scratch on it? His fist flew immediately, smashing into Choi Suho’s right cheek. A fresh bruise bloomed atop the ones already decorating his face, and the nosebleed grew thicker, but Choi Suho stayed on his feet.
Staggering, Choi Suho clutched his bleeding nose and gasped for air. Ji Haesu covered his own left cheek and grinned.
“If you weren’t my actual client’s target, I’d kill you right here…….”
“You can’t kill me.”
Choi Suho wiped his streaming nosebleed roughly and muttered something unintelligible. Ji Haesu snorted.
“You’re cute, but I can still kill you.”
Then he checked the blood flowing down his left cheek—and his face hardened.
That’s more blood than I thought. Enough to need stitches? Fuck, did this bastard wreck my pretty face?
The more blood ran down his cheek, the more razor-sharp Ji Haesu’s expression became—but Choi Suho smiled confidently.
“You can’t kill me. Wanna know why?”
Before the words had even finished leaving his mouth, Choi Suho reversed his grip on the sashimi knife and charged straight at Ji Haesu.
Ji Haesu tossed his own knife aside and shifted into a stance to subdue him—but suddenly, Choi Suho threw himself into Ji Haesu’s arms.
For a split second, he shouldn’t have—but the unexpected clinginess, Choi Suho wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, caught Ji Haesu off guard. He froze in surprise.
Using that brief hesitation, Choi Suho snapped his head up and flashed a dazzling smile he’d never shown before. Ji Haesu’s pupils spasmed minutely. Seeing that, Choi Suho whispered in a low voice laced with laughter.
“Fuck, I knew you’d like me.”
“……!”
Thud!
As Ji Haesu instinctively leaned closer, drawn in by that smile, Choi Suho slammed his forehead brutally into the bridge of his nose.
Crunch!
But instead of clutching his nose, Ji Haesu immediately locked Choi Suho in a headlock and hurled him across the already devastated room. His reflexes were monstrous.
Crash!
“Kgh……!”
“You little shit! I show you some affection and you dare—fuck—go after my pretty face?!”
Thud!
“Kh—cough!”
Before Choi Suho could get up, Ji Haesu rushed in and kicked him hard in the stomach. Taking a direct hit to the solar plexus, Choi Suho gagged violently.
Even so, he didn’t let go of the sashimi knife in his left hand. He slashed Ji Haesu’s calf, dragging the blade deep through solid muscle. Blood sprayed out instantly.
Unable to endure the pain, Ji Haesu grabbed his calf and dropped to the floor. His foot had already been pierced, he’d kicked Choi Suho with that same foot, and now his left calf had been slashed as well.
“Fuck!”
Completely enraged, Ji Haesu grabbed Choi Suho by the hair as he laughed—“Heh heh heh… huhuhuhu…”—
Slam!
“You fucking rapist bastard!”
He screamed the curse as he repeatedly smashed Choi Suho’s head into the floor.
Thud, thud, crack!
His head split open, blood pouring out, his brain ringing violently. Foam-like spittle began bubbling from Choi Suho’s mouth. Breathing hard, Ji Haesu finally released his grip and staggered to his feet.
Still not satisfied, he glared coldly down at Choi Suho, who was groping around the floor for the sashimi knife he’d dropped, then deliberately stepped on Choi Suho’s broken right hand.
“Aaaagh!”
“Enough. Huh? I’ve got a hole through my foot, I’m about to die from the pain too, you fucking bastard!”
“Kh—hah… hah… serves… you right… cough…!”
Ji Haesu grabbed Choi Suho by the collar with one hand, lifted him up, and slammed him back against the wall.
Thud.
The back of his head struck hard, and Choi Suho lost consciousness briefly. His head and arms drooped limply, not moving.
Ji Haesu spat out blood-tinged saliva as he took in the scene—the bonsai shattered beyond recognition, glass shards crunching underfoot like gravel, the couch ripped apart and soaked in blood, and at the center of it all, Choi Suho sprawled there, bloodied and half-ruined like a rag doll.
He turned to a mirror that must have shattered at some point without him noticing.
“Fuuuuuck!” he roared, then hurled a sashimi knife straight at it.
The blade embedded itself dead center in the cracked mirror with a sharp thunk, splitting Ji Haesu’s reflection into six fragments.
“Fuck! Call a doctor right now! My face! What the fuck am I supposed to do about my face?!”
“Yes, sir!”
Clutching his left cheek and collapsed nose, Ji Haesu screamed, “Aaaagh!”—then noticed Choi Suho twitching his unbroken left fingers.
He strode over. Picking up a sashimi knife from the floor—no idea whose—it didn’t matter—he ignored his subordinates trying to stop him and shoved them aside.
Client or not, I’ll carve that face up all the same.
I’ll shred that face—the one that looks like the Omega his beloved father loves so much……!
But the moment he grabbed Choi Suho’s fine, soft black hair and lifted his head, he saw tears welling at the corners of his eyes, dropping one by one.
Ji Haesu’s hand froze in midair.
