And in the end, trash like this can just be dealt with personally. That’s what the clients want, after all.
“You’re a rapist. Trash, Suho.”
“……”
“You don’t have the right to say things like that. What the client wants is—”
The faint crack that had formed in Choi Suho’s eyes was only a matter of time before it spread into a fracture, and then into a sinkhole he’d never escape.
“What they want is for you to disappear from this world. Trash like you deserves to vanish. You fucking rapist. Don’t make that face.”
Choi Suho’s eyes wavered—then abruptly stopped.
“Si-in……”
Smack!
“Ah! Why’d you hit me?!”
Ji Haesu struck him lightly across the cheek, but for Choi Suho—whose face was already deeply bruised—it was anything but light. His vision cleared sharply.
“Why are you being so pathetic? And why are you calling the client by name like you’re close? Isn’t it already over between you two?”
There wasn’t a single wrong word in what Ji Haesu said. It had ended long ago. Do Si-in wouldn’t want anything to do with him anymore—maybe that was exactly why he’d done this……
Still, having regained some momentum, Choi Suho felt an irrational urge to argue back, even against words he knew were right.
“But even if it’s over, there could still be a chance to start again—”
Before he could finish, Ji Haesu burst out laughing.
“Hahahahaha!”
It was unmistakable mockery. Realizing that, Choi Suho’s face flushed red. Ji Haesu resumed the thrusting he’d briefly paused, placing a hand near Choi Suho’s head. When Choi Suho tensed his left hand again, blood began flowing backward through the IV line.
Annoyed, Ji Haesu pulled the needle out of the back of Choi Suho’s hand. Blood streamed down freely—but neither of them cared. Their focus was on the place where their bodies were joined.
“There’s no fucking chance like that, Suho.”
“Ugh… ah……!”
The pain in the back of his hand didn’t even compare to the agony of Ji Haesu’s cock driving straight into him. It felt like it was going to reach his heart, transform into Thor’s hammer, and shatter him from the inside.
The pain was so overwhelming he felt like the very concept of Choi Suho was about to collapse, making it impossible to breathe.
“Hhk! Hah—ugh!”
The moment his head fell back, his hips lifted instinctively, his waist following. That exposed the reddened, taut entrance, and the cock that had only been halfway in plunged fully from above with a puuk.
It felt like all his organs were being twisted and shoved upward, like they’d burst out through his mouth. His lips parted.
No matter how many times it happened, it was something he could never get used to—rape was never something one adapted to. He gagged, leaning over the edge of the bed, retching violently.
Ji Haesu ignored it, gripping Choi Suho’s bruised stomach—the one he’d kicked so badly—and thrusting even harder.
Tears pooled tightly at the corners of Choi Suho’s eyes, spilling down his temples. From his blood-crusted lips, moans he couldn’t swallow leaked out.
“Hhng… hhk.”
“Hurts, doesn’t it? Huh?”
“You asking because you don’t know, you fucking bastard?”
“But tell me—would you want to date me? Like, be lovers?”
Choi Suho’s eyes flew open. Ji Haesu was grinning, pleasure spread across his entire face. Choi Suho instinctively overlaid Ji Haesu’s face with his own.
“No—no! That’s not it!”
He flinched, raising his hands to cover his face, but Ji Haesu pinned them down.
Then he slammed his hips down hard, thud, thud. The hospital bed creaked and squealed, tilting left and right under their combined weight.
“You might not realize it, but I’m actually pretty fond of you. I treat you nicely. I dote on you. This could even be love. Fuck, you’re really cute, Suho. Like a stray dog desperate for affection because no one ever loved it.”
“How is this love?!”
When Choi Suho screamed, Ji Haesu kissed him roughly. Choi Suho grabbed at him with his relatively uninjured left hand, pounding on his back, even biting down on the tongue that invaded his mouth.
The moment his tongue was bitten, Ji Haesu frowned and forced Choi Suho’s cheeks apart with both hands, pinning his head to the bed. Choi Suho, lips crushed into a crooked line, could only make muffled mmph sounds as blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
Ji Haesu licked his own lips and muttered,
“You got the client pregnant, too.”
“Mmph!”
As if Choi Suho were still denying it wasn’t his, Ji Haesu slammed into him and said with absolute certainty,
“No. It was your kid. Why? Because in the three years the client was with you, he never slept with another Alpha. You trash, Choi Suho. You killed your own child with your own hands.”
“……!”
“And after all that, you call it love? You want another chance? You want forgiveness? You want some bullshit absolution so you can go on living? You cowardly, selfish bastard!”
Smack!
“Khk!”
Ji Haesu struck his left cheek—the one that had still been relatively intact. With a palm the size of Choi Suho’s entire face, it was no surprise his ears rang violently.
It felt like his eardrum had ruptured. Ji Haesu’s voice faded from his left side, only coming through clearly from the right.
When Choi Suho shook his head weakly, stammering, “I—I didn’t mean it like that……,” Ji Haesu grabbed his collar, forcing him to look straight at him.
“Bastards who do what you did have to suffer the same way. Get discarded. And keep living. A deathbed confession? Crying now, saying you loved them, that you regret it, begging for forgiveness? Don’t make me laugh. You have to live your entire life in pain.”
Just like your father.
Tears welled in Choi Suho’s eyes—while he took Ji Haesu inside him, unable to do anything, unaware that he was slowly turning into an Omega.
And unaware that outside the hospital room, Jang Jihyeok was listening to the sounds of him being raped as if it were soothing classical music, smiling.
The two of them were hospitalized under the names Shim Youngsoo and Yang Hyungjun. Ji Haesu had anticipated that Jang Jihyeok would figure it out and come sniffing around.
That was why he was raping him so openly.
It was one of the things the client wanted.
They wanted to see Choi Suho completely abandoned by his family—utterly alone.
“The client loved you. And the price for that love was losing the child, the uterus, even his father—and getting gang-raped in a psychiatric hospital. Do you know that?”
“The psych hospital—!”
Choi Suho desperately tried to explain, but when Ji Haesu slammed into him with his cock—
“Hhng!”
—he could only sob, unable to say anything more.
He didn’t want to hear Choi Suho’s excuses anyway.
“If you hadn’t done what you did, the client would never have gone to a psych hospital, and he wouldn’t have been gang-raped. Isn’t this really your fault?”
“I didn’t know it was that kind of place! I swear!”
Choi Suho cried.
“I was going to live together again once Si-in got better—!”
At that moment, Ji Haesu felt an uncontrollable surge of rage.
You trash bastard. After doing all that, you still hoped to fix things with the client?
The client lost everything because of Choi Suho.
Even if Jang Yuguk died and Choi Suho was abandoned by his family, he’d still have the hotel and the amusement park he inherited—he’d never have to worry about money for the rest of his life.
But the client?
The client had staked everything he owned just to see Choi Suho meet a dog’s end.
And you still dare dream of a happy future with him?
“Trash. You should die.”
At some point, Ji Haesu came to his senses and realized he was strangling Choi Suho.
Had he ever been this enraged at trash before?
No—this could be self-loathing. A tragedy of fratricide.
I don’t want you to die, Choi Suho. Because you and I are the same kind. Trash that’s identical down to the last detail.
No one could understand me as well as you. And no one could understand you as well as me.
In this unbearably dull life, this is the first time I’ve met an Omega I like this much—someone I can toy with without guilt.
So you can’t die. You’ll become my Omega.
Unlike how you used up countless Alphas and recessive Omegas and threw them away, I’ll make you my Omega and dote on you.
That’s what you want, right? I’ll make sure you don’t die.
Ji Haesu felt exhilaration.
This was the first time.
He’d dealt with countless pieces of trash—driven them to the brink of suicide, even made them kill themselves—but Choi Suho was the first trash he didn’t want dead.
Why?
“Kh—hk……!”
That choked sound snapped Ji Haesu back to reality.
Shit.
If he hadn’t loosened his grip in time, Choi Suho would’ve died peacefully at his hands—instead of experiencing everything the client wanted him to experience.
Regaining himself, Ji Haesu staggered back, staring at his trembling hands.
Choi Suho coughed violently, clutching his bruised neck as saliva and tears spilled down over the edge of the bed.
“Hhk… hhng… then just… just kill me… what’s the point……!”
“You can’t die, Suho.”
Ji Haesu said slowly, blinking.
Choi Suho clutched his neck, red marks stark against his skin, and let out a bitter smile.
“Why? Is that what Si-in wants?”
“That’s part of it.”
And because I don’t want you to die either.
“…Me too.”
At that, Choi Suho froze.
His pupils wavered like a collapsing suspension bridge. Bracing himself unsteadily on the bed with his left hand, he blocked Ji Haesu as he pushed back inside him and said,
“Stop it. Please. I don’t want this……”
“But we still have things to do.”
“You said you don’t want me to die!”
Choi Suho pleaded desperately, but Ji Haesu was cold.
“Personal feelings and business are separate. This is business.”
Choi Suho’s face went pale.
Ji Haesu smiled faintly.
“Keeping you alive is my personal matter now.”
In a world where everyone except his father wanted him dead, the one person who wished for him to live—the only one—was the man who was brutally raping him.
Choi Suho felt like he’d fallen into a bottomless pit, an abyss he couldn’t escape.
He rocked with every thrust Ji Haesu made. He moaned whenever his body forced the sound out.
“Keeping you alive is my personal matter now.”
Even Do Si-in—who had every reason to want me dead.
“Keeping you alive is my personal matter now.”
Ji Haesu—someone whose name, age, everything was shrouded in secrecy—wants to keep me alive?
“He died after giving birth to you. Because he had you. He wanted to die because he had you.”
Even the father who gave birth to me supposedly wanted to die because of me……
No—no. That can’t be true. I need to ask Dad……
But before he could even think further, Ji Haesu’s cock slammed into him again, making Choi Suho’s eyelids tremble.
A tear fell.
“Suho, your Omega dad loved you so much. Really.”
Why does that line hurt so much?
I can’t tell anymore what’s a lie and what’s the truth.
Was it true that Do Si-in was gang-raped?
Who is Ji Haesu, really?
Was it a lie that my dad killed himself because he had me?
I don’t know anything.
Nothing at all.
