“You even became a recessive Omega, but—hah—don’t worry. I’m a dominant Alpha. Let’s fuck like crazy until you get pregnant! Just like your dads did!”
At that moment, Choi Suho’s eyes flew wide open.
Your dads? Then does that mean Juho Dad was originally an Alpha too—forced into becoming an Omega, and gave birth to me?
Every morning when he woke up, a new truth greeted him. Choi Suho let out a cracked, broken sob—“Ah, ah, aaaah!”—as his cock hardened.
If he really had become an Omega, he should’ve knotted—but his glans didn’t. He could feel it clearly where it pressed against the table. No—he knew it instinctively. Like any ordinary Omega, his cock just twitched, stiffened, and leaked fluid.
“Hhk… hng, ah…!”
“Hah… becoming an Omega really makes you clamp down better, huh? I always knew you were gifted even back when you were an Alpha.”
No. This isn’t right. This can’t be happening. Me—an Omega? When? At what point? Had there been something he ate that could’ve turned him into an Omega? No matter how he retraced his memories, there was nothing.
Was it the prolonged exposure to pheromones?
But as far as he knew, a dominant Alpha’s pheromones only acted as a catalyst that accelerated trait conversion—they couldn’t completely force it.
What the hell is this?!
Just then, Ji Haesu slipped both arms under Suho’s armpits and lifted him up. Carrying him like that, he brought him straight to the full-length mirror installed near the front door. The same mirror Suho used to check himself before work or going out—Ji Haesu made him watch his own body being fucked, reflected clearly.
“Ah—no…!”
“So? How does it feel, seeing yourself as an Omega with your own eyes?”
“N-no! No—nooo…!”
Choi Suho covered his face with both hands and screamed hoarsely.
“Why? Is it because you hate recessive Omegas so much? Don’t worry! Choi Juho too—hah—thanks to your father, got pregnant just fine…!”
That was when it happened.
The door they believed was tightly shut creaked open—kkiiiik—followed by the steady sound of dress shoes. At that sound, both Choi Suho’s and Ji Haesu’s faces froze at the same time.
“What… what are you saying? Right now?”
Choi Suho couldn’t believe this reality. Still impaled on Ji Haesu’s cock, he locked eyes with his father—watching him ejaculate. Even in the middle of this, Ji Haesu groaned, “Kh—coming! Get pregnant, Suho!” and spilled inside him before shoving him down in front of Chairman Jang Yuguk.
Thud. Sluuush.
In the damp, heavy silence, ragged breathing echoed—harsh, uneven breaths that sounded as if they might collapse at any moment. Even though Choi Suho knew exactly whose breathing it was, he couldn’t lift his head.
Dad is dying.
Because of me.
Because I became an Omega.
“Father, I told you already, didn’t I?”
“Stop. Stop it. Enough!”
Jang Yuguk couldn’t take his eyes off Choi Suho, who lay trembling in front of him, smeared with semen and blood. His breathing grew more labored by the second, slipping into full respiratory distress—yet not a single one of the Jang brothers even thought to call 119.
Instead, Jang Jihyeok, looking thrilled like someone at an amusement park, spread his arms wide and spoke excitedly.
“This is Father’s karma. Because of Father’s sins, Suho—just like Juho hyung—ended up becoming an Omega and getting pregnant. You’ll get to see your grandchild soon. A grandchild Suho gives birth to himself!”
“Stop—stop—ugh, urgh!”
Thud!
Unable to withstand the shock, Jang Yuguk clutched his chest and collapsed. Choi Suho stared blankly at his father’s crumpled form and muttered,
“…Dad?”
Bare naked, bruised all over, Choi Suho ignored the brothers’ mocking stares and crawled toward Jang Yuguk on all fours.
“Dad. Dad, I—I was wrong. Dad, I messed up—”
“He’s already gone.”
Jang Jihyeok said coldly, nudging their father’s corpse with his foot. Choi Suho’s eyes rolled unfocused, then stopped again on Jang Yuguk.
The only person in this world who had ever loved him. There was no way he could die this easily—because of me.
“Dad, Dad. I was wrong. I won’t do it again, so wake up. Please?”
Choi Suho clutched his father’s body, sobbing uncontrollably.
But not a single one of the brothers who shared Jang Yuguk’s blood pitied him.
“If it weren’t for you, our mother wouldn’t have lived such a miserable life.”
Jang Jihun pointed accusingly at Suho, as if he’d been waiting for this moment. Even then, Suho couldn’t process that his father had died of a heart attack because of him. He just kept shaking him, murmuring, “Dad, Dad. It’s Suho. Wake up.”
“If you’d never been born, we would’ve grown up loved by Father! If it weren’t for you!”
Jang Jihun shouted, lifting his foot to kick him—until Jang Jihyeok stopped him.
“Dad!”
Ignoring Jang Jihun’s voice, Suho shook his father again—until Jang Yuguk’s hand slipped limply from his chest.
That was the moment Suho realized his father was dead.
“Ah… ah… ah…”
A strange moan escaped him as he covered his face.
“Dad, Dad, Dad!”
“Fuck, throwing a tantrum over a dead old man.”
Leaning against the front door, Jang Jihae spat disdainfully. Clutching his father’s body, Suho looked up and screamed at the Jang brothers.
“How can you say that about Dad?!”
“He’s your dad.”
Jang Jihyeok said flatly, turning away with his hands in his pockets. Then, as if relieved, he smiled gently at Suho.
“To us, he was just a biological father.”
He snorted, lowered his head, and ran a hand through his hair.
“More importantly, this is really amusing. You following Juho hyung’s ending all the way to the end.”
“…Was Dad really an Alpha?”
Before dialing 119, Jang Jihyeok spoke again.
“You showed me something entertaining, so I’ll tell you one thing, Suho.”
“……!”
Only then did Suho realize—naked, with Ji Haesu—that he’d put on a sex show for the Jang brothers. And because of that, his father had died.
If Ji Haesu hadn’t shown him on purpose, Dad wouldn’t have died.
“Juho hyung was a dominant Alpha too. Famous in Naju. Back then, they called it a geukyangin. He had a geukeumin fiancée named Ye-eun—a man with everything going for him. Then he caught Father’s eye and was raped at twenty-six…”
“Enough.”
Jang Jihyeok smoothed his smile away and continued casually.
“He was abandoned by the family too. The reason you were registered under your maternal family and thrown away is the same as Juho hyung’s.”
“Stop it!”
Suho covered his ears, but Jang Jihyeok grabbed him for the first time and whispered directly into them.
“You think covering your ears will stop the truth?”
“I said I don’t want to hear it! And Dad just died!”
Half-crazed, Suho screamed. Jang Jihyeok looked down at him—smeared with semen and Ji Haesu’s pheromones—and spoke calmly.
“You’re paying the karma for killing someone else’s father too.”
“…Ah…”
His chest hurt unbearably.
Jang Jihyeok had known everything—and waited.
Waited for their father to die.
For the father who never loved him to die at the hands of the son he loved the most.
“Think of it that way. Father’s death is—”
Deliberately whispering into Suho’s uninjured left ear, Jang Jihyeok enunciated clearly.
“All because of you, Choi Suho.”
The day Jang Yuguk called him not a bastard, but Suho.
That was the day he died.
And as expected, Ji Haesu sat on the sofa, watching the scene with detached interest, making no move to comfort the sobbing Suho on the floor.
It wasn’t his job. Until now, his job had simply been to break trash like Choi Suho.
“Dad… Dad, I was wrong. Dad, I—I was wrong…”
But why are you, Jang Jihyeok, the one breaking him and making him cry—when he’s already more than ruined in my hands?
Ji Haesu looked over the Jang brothers one by one.
Jang Jihyeok—the one who unknowingly orchestrated everything—was enjoying it the most, his expression blank, eyes damp and dark. Jang Jihun, who loved their mother the most, looked at Suho with rage-fueled disgust. That made sense.
Jang Jihae—who’d grown up treated worse than Suho because he hadn’t met expectations—looked as indifferent as if a stranger’s grandfather had died.
And the university hospital professor the Jang brothers had brought checked Jang Yuguk’s pulse, lifted his eyelids to examine his pupils, then said calmly,
“Chairman Jang Yuguk was pronounced dead at X month, XX day, X:XX.”
“That’s impossible! That can’t be true!”
Suho screamed, clutching his father. Jang Jihyeok frowned and raised his fist.
Even then, Suho didn’t blink—he screamed back, veins bulging in his neck.
“Don’t you have even a shred of affection for Father? How can you—he just died!”
“We brought him all the way here so he’d die. Wouldn’t it be pointless if he didn’t?”
Jang Jihun sneered from the shoe cabinet. Tragically, out of the four of them, the only one who truly loved Jang Yuguk was Choi Suho. And Jang Yuguk, having loved none of his sons properly, was simply reaping his due.
“Because of you—”
Grinding his teeth, Jang Jihun strode forward and lifted his shoe, itching to stomp Suho.
“Do you know how we lived at the main house—treated worse than animals by that man you call father—”
Thwack!
Before he could finish, Ji Haesu slammed into him like a gust of wind, hurling him into the wall by the shoe cabinet. Ji Haesu—nearly two meters tall, over 110 kilograms—drove his shoulder into Jang Jihun’s ribs with deliberate force. A sickening crack sounded as at least two ribs gave way.
“Kuhk—hng—hk…!”
“Chairman!”
Clawing at the floor in agony, Jang Jihun couldn’t even scream properly. Ji Haesu grinned.
“You should call 119 fast. At least two ribs are broken—what if one punctured a lung?”
The doctor hurried to make the call.
Then Ji Haesu grabbed the frozen Jang Jihyeok by the elbow—
“Aaaagh!”
—and twisted it backward. The joint bent a full 180 degrees. As Jang Jihyeok screamed, clutching his arm, Ji Haesu punched him square in the face.
“Shut up, you slimy bastard!”
Crack!
Blood burst from Jang Jihyeok’s nose, teeth flying like kernels of corn. As he coughed up blood and teeth, Ji Haesu kicked his jaw upward.
“How dare you make Choi Suho cry?”
Clutching his father’s body, Suho stared in horror as Ji Haesu tore through Jang Jihyeok, Jang Jihun—then turned to Jang Jihae.
“Aaaah! I—I didn’t do anything—!”
“You’re a Jang too! Leaving your own kind behind? Cowardly fuck!”
Ji Haesu grabbed Jihae by the hair and dragged him back inside. The door slammed shut. Jihae was thrown to the floor and kicked in the stomach so hard he folded like paper.
“C-cops—call the cops—Professor—!”
As Jihae tried to crawl away, Ji Haesu stepped on his face barefoot. When Jihae struggled, Ji Haesu twisted his ankle—
Crunch!
“Aaaaagh!”
“Choi Suho is mine.”
Cracking his knuckles cheerfully, Ji Haesu said,
“So what gives you the right to make him cry? He’s the only one I get to do that to.”
“Fuck, is that really what matters right now?!”
Suho screamed through his tears.
“Dad is dead!”
He laid Jang Yuguk across his thighs, tears pouring down. Ji Haesu almost said—Jang Jihyeok knew I’d come, and deliberately brought his brothers, his father, even his father’s attending physician—
But when Suho looked at him, eyes shimmering with tears, he couldn’t say a word.
“I’ll do whatever you want, hyung… please, take my dad to the hospital…”
Choi Suho called him hyung.
At that moment, a butterfly fluttered inside Ji Haesu—Yoo XX’s—chest.
“I knew you would not come, yet I sang the song you loved, sitting on a swing with daylight as my friend. Fragrant flowers, the butterfly’s wings fluttering in my chest.”
Why that song, of all songs?
The one Choi Juho had loved.
That famous song from his home country.
